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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 days

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the heavy weight of guilt (part one)

words: 900

warnings: 18+ only!!, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, age gap (reader is 25 though), married!rafe (but not to reader), aged up!rafe, cheating, cheating fetishization, female receiving oral, brief mentions of pregnancy but reader is on birth control, recorded sex, semi dub con in sense of rafe doesnt know hes being recorded

part one / part two

“tell me again.” you moan out, back arching off the bed as rafe pounds into you, as if the act isn't enough.

“you're better than her.” rafe grunts out. there's no point denying it, not when he keeps coming back for more, abandoning his wife to make dinner for herself why he claims to be busy, but the only thing keeping him away is burying himself in your cunt.

“tell me.” you continue, eyes squeezed close as his cock stretches you.

“you're tighter than her.” rafe knows what you want to hear. anything that confirms his feelings for you and not his pleasant wife.

“i know.” you moan out. it's not the first time you asked rafe, and it certainly won't be the last.

“ill leave her for you.” it's not the truth, and both of you know it. the only way that rafe would ever leave is if he gets exposed. he can't ruin the perfect image of his life, the family he poses with for christmas cards and kids he sends away to daycare or boarding school so he doesn't have to grapple with the fact that they're actually his.

“yeah?” you smile up at him, your eyes wicked. “leave her so you can fuck my young pussy every night?”

in truth, you're not even that young. you're 25 years old, but it's a big gap between rafe.

you're certain that's why his wife would never suspect him to be cheating. probably thinks he's past his prime and can't get it up easily, but that's just when he tries to sleep with her. when with you, rafes hunger is insatiable.

“cum in me. make me pregnant like your stupid wife.” you beg out. you're on birth control, but the thought of stopping, of refusing to swallow that little pill, has you excited.

“fuck!” rafe shouts out, spurring his hips even faster, pounding into you until his cock swells and releases, ropes of cum spurting inside of you, warning you from the inside out as rafe grunts your name repeatedly.

he's worried about slipping up if he sleeps with his wife. imagining he was fucking you instead of her. maybe turning her face down so her mop of brown hair is the only thing he can see, reminding him of your soft curls he loves to tug on.

“eat me out.” you tell rafe, commanding him. he may be older, but you're the one in charge of the situation, the one that seduced him into sleeping with you in the first place.

he felt so guilty after that he almost drank himself to death, but still came crawling back a week later, dick painfully hard.

rafe pulls out and plugs your hole with his finger, just like he used to do to his wife when trying to get her pregnant, but only because as soon as her tummy swelled it meant he could stop sleeping with her.

the marriage wasn't a completely loveless one, but they both knew what joining the two most powerful families in the outer banks meant. at least as far as he knows, his wife has been faithful throughout.

his finger inside you is different. as he slides to his stomach between your legs, it keeps his cum from dripping out, but more importantly, allows him to quirk his finger up and press against the gummy spot that has your eyes widening as you gasp.

rafe smiles up at you briefly, the sounds of your pleasure like the sweetest melody, before diving into your pussy.

he misses your taste on his tongue whenever he has to spend a few nights away as he obsessively licks and sucks at your clit. he's learned what you like best, what makes you cum the hardest and fastest.

moans of his name fall from your mouth, louder than you normally would to make sure they're picked up as you reach a hand down, pushing through his messy hair, still slightly wet with sweat from the exertion of fucking you.

rafe looks up at you, your bare chest moving up and down with every heavy breath, pert nipples on display as your mouth falls open as he sucks at your clit.

“close.” you warn, feeling his finger inside of you move even faster.

only a few more strokes until you let out a loud shout, cumming to screams of his name as rafe licks you gently through your high, feeling your clit pulse against his tongue.

rafe pulls away quickly with a sigh, always feeling the heavy weight of guilt seconds after getting you off.

“you should just leave her, rafe.” you sigh as he stands from your bed, quickly grabbing his clothes to get back to his house.

“i can't. it's not that simple.” rafe says. you've been through it all before. the prenup, the status, the judgment. all reasons he can't leave.

“fine.” you huff, standing up as he heads towards your door, not bothering to get redressed yourself. “don't bother coming back then.”

rafe looks at you with hurt in his eyes, partially for you and partially to his wife, knowing it's not fair to either of you.

“hey.” rafe says softly, pressing a kiss to your lips. “ill see you at my lunch break tomorrow?”

“fine.” you say again, prompting another kiss from rafe before he flees.

you wait until you hear the front door open and shut to turn to your dresser, picking up the teddy bear and looking into the hidden camera in its eye with a smile on your face.

“sorry, mrs. cameron.” you say with a dark chuckle.

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nereidprinc3ss · 8 hours

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slumber party

in which there's only one bed. fem bau!reader x spencer reid

fluff! warnings/tags: dark humor, (the word molest is used jokingly once but in my defense your honor its completely on brand for early seasons cm humor, if u cancel me u have to cancel the whole cast those are the rules, its just a joke cause reader always flirts w him aggressively, pls don't come for me i have a wife and children and three boyfriends to take care of,) mutual pining, bullying and death threats as flirting, they love each other so much and bicker like children, glasses spencer, (moans), emily and rossi are mentioned bc canon means fuck all to me, i think thats it but this is my most out of pocket duo so if i'm wrong lmk a/n: just a silly little thing that i cooked up, not a masterpiece but i think its cute!! I hope u enjoy!! lmk what you think!! looooveee youuuu

“Oh, there is no way.”

Your duffel bag hits the dingy carpet as Spencer is still closing the door behind you.

“What? Is it—”

You give him a look over your shoulder, eyebrows raised as if to say, what are you going to do about this?

But he only manages to meet your eyes for a split second before they’re back to the singular queen bed, darting over the white sheets and pillows like he might find another mattress if he looks hard enough.

Sharing a room with Spencer, you can handle. You've done it before. Whenever the team has to pair up at a hotel, you two are an obvious choice. And while you occasionally butt heads, mostly you adore each other and it's great.

But sharing a bed is a whole other situation.

One you were not prepared for. And evidently, neither is he.

Watching his big anxious eyes flit around the room nervously, you feel sort of bad for your reaction. You know you can be a bit… abrasive, sometimes.

“It’s fine, I’ll just—I’ll see if I can share a bed with Emily or JJ in their room—”

Just then there’s a knock at the door. Spencer looks relieved to have something else to focus on, turning back around and quickly undoing the latch again before opening the door to reveal your favorite raven-haired SSA. Emily leans past the doorjamb, eyes immediately honing in on the awkward sleeping arrangement.

“Oh my god! You guys too?”

“What?” You and Spencer ask at the same time. Emily raises her eyebrows at this and glances between you, but otherwise doesn’t comment.

“Me and JJ only have the one bed. I thought it might just have been us.”

You frown. There goes your plan of sharing a room with them.

“What about Morgan and Garcia?”

Spencer snorts.

“Something tells me Penelope wouldn’t be too torn up about it if that's the case.”

“Hotch and Rossi?”

The room goes quiet and a little chilly as the thought disturbs everyone equally. Emily frowns deeply.

“I don’t even… I can’t picture that.”

“Can we please not try to picture it?”

“Great. Okay, well. I just wanted to make sure everyone is suffering equally. Good luck, champs.”

“Thanks,” Spencer mutters dryly. Emily smiles, eyes darting between the two of you for just a moment too long, before pushing off the door frame and disappearing from sight. Once the door is closed again, a heavy silence ensues. “I’ll… I can take the floor—”

“It’s fine, Spencer. I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor. We’re both grown-ups. Besides, we like each other, right? It’ll be like a slumber party.”

“I’ve never had one,” he admits. His glasses slip further down his nose as he frowns. Your fingers itch to push them back up.

“Then I’m happy to be your first,” you tease, facing him fully with your hand on your hip and barely resisting the urge to add, I’ll be gentle. “Do you want the shower first or can I?”

Spencer has a habit of looking you up and down like he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. Some might find it odd, but his utter lack of social graces is, lucky for him, incredibly endearing to you.

“You can have it first,” he says, meeting your eyes again. “Just don’t do that thing where you get the entire bathroom soaking wet.”

“Aw. But I love doing that. It’s my favorite part,” you tease, scooping up your bag once more.

Twenty minutes later you’re emerging from the bathroom with damp hair, clad in loose shorts and a college hoodie.

“Nice outfit,” Spencer says from the spinny-chair at the desk, examining your outfit choice with a scrutiny you wish you’d been prepared for. Really, you wish you’d known ahead of time you’d have a roommate and brought some alternate sleeping clothes. “I had no idea you felt so passionately about… Scooby Doo?”

“Shut up right now,” you grit, tossing your bag into the corner of the room and tugging your hoodie down over your cartoon-patterned shorts as far as you can.

“What?” He’s laughing as he brushes past you on his way into the bathroom, bearing his own bag. “It’s a good look for you.”

Your face is burning as you choose the side of the bed furthest from the door. Springs creak underneath your weight as you sink down, sitting with your legs hanging off the side for a moment before swinging them up onto the mattress, leaning against the headboard and side-eyeing the empty space next to you. There’s really not very much of it. The bed feels even smaller than it looks.

From the bathroom you hear the sound of the shower squeaking and starting up again—a cacophony of droplets against tile on the other side of the wall. You try not to be nervous as you imagine Spencer filling the space beside you in just a few minutes, hair wet and in pajamas. And yet you spend each second wondering if he’s almost done, wondering if the shower will finally sputter to a halt, and once it does, wondering how long it’ll be before he’s out again. It’s ridiculous how impatient you're getting—and by the time you finally watch the door knob twist you feel crazy.

“I think that was your longest shower yet, Dr. Reid.”

The teasing affords you a moment to ogle him head to toe, taking in his choice of pajamas—tonight, familiar plaid pants and an MIT crewneck—as well as his hair which has already begun to dry. Briefly you wonder if he does that thing guys do, where they lean down and haphazardly dry their hair with a towel because they have no concern for its texture whatsoever. But you kind of doubt it, because his hair always looks so soft.

“You were sitting here waiting for me?” He chuckles, and honestly you’d been expecting a shyer response. But you adapt quickly.

“Maybe I was. Big spoon or little spoon?”

“Ha-ha.” He opens a drawer in the dresser and begins unpacking his clothes into it. It's a funny habit of his. You never unpack your duffel. “You took the better side of the bed.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m the woman. I get to do that.”

“Well you should know that if an intruder breaks in, I’m not fighting him off. You’d probably have a better chance than me.”

“And my chances will be even better if he’s distracted with you first.”

“So I’m just bait?” He scoffs, looking back at you. Strands of wet hair hang so prettily around his face, like the perfect frame around a work of art. You smile sweetly from your spot on the bed before playfully biting at the air in his direction. The message goes unspoken but reads loud and clear. Of course you are. You make such good bait.

That gets a blush out of him and he has nothing else to say as he turns back to his drawer. Happily you lean back against the headboard, stretching your legs out and bouncing slightly in place. Beneath you the mattress springs groan and squeak in protest.

“I hope you're not going to be this irritating all night.”

It's clearly lighthearted, but you promptly stop and frown at his back.

“Call me irritating again and see where you end up sleeping tonight.”

“I just don’t see how you’re even more hyperactive than usual right now. Has anybody ever told you that you’re crepuscular?” Spencer asks, finally sliding the drawer shut and going to shut the overhead light off. Your eyes narrow.

“Obviously nobody has told me that.”

“It means y—”

“I’m most energetic within the few hours around dusk and dawn. Contrary to your belief, Dr. Reid, other people are also capable of looking up words in a dictionary and remembering what they mean. Are you going to stand in the corner all night or are you gonna come to bed?”

“I am,” he scoffs, clearly embarrassed and shy and embarrassed of being shy. “I’m just… you look like you kick in your sleep. And hog the blankets.”

You shrug, folding your knees to your chest and hugging them quaintly.

“I’ve never had any complaints. In fact, you should be so lucky to share a bed with me. All five star reviews, baby.”

You toss a suggestive wink in at the end, which seems garish enough to break the tension so that Spencer can stop lingering in the corner like a sleep-paralysis demon and move to carefully take his place next to you. He almost mirrors your position, but his legs are too long to quite manage your level of compactness and so they simply fold underneath him. A few silent moments go by, in which you have the dumbest smile on your face and you keep glancing over to the side, waiting for him to be looking back at you.

“This is already the least relaxed I have ever been in a bed.”

“Good thing we’re not going to sleep yet.”

Finally he looks at you, a casual mix of hesitance, concern, and moderate curiosity coloring his features.

“We’re not?”

“Oh, my god, Spencer,” you snort. “I’m not gonna molest you. We have to do slumber party stuff, remember?”

He flushes again, glancing at the digital clock in his bedside table.

“But it’s late. We should go to sleep.”

“At slumber parties you have to stay up until you literally can’t keep your eyes open anymore. Those are the rules. I don’t make them.”

Still, your insistence that you follow the international code of sleepover law goes unabided by Spencer. He simply leans over to flick off his lamp, bathing the room in darkness.

“I appreciate the effort,” he says, and your eyes haven’t adjusted but you can hear the rustle of sheets and blankets as he gets under them, “but unfortunately we have to be awake and alert in five hours.”

“You’re no fun,” you huff, but climb under your own side of the cover and scoot down until you’re flat on your back, covered in blanket and hands folded on your sternum.

Spencer doesn’t respond.

It’s silent for maybe five minutes, during which your brain doesn’t slow down at all. Maybe you are crepuscular. Or slightly nocturnal. You have nothing but energy.

In an attempt to get comfortable, you try adjusting your position.

The mattress squeaks.

You do it again.

Another squeak.

A second goes by, and now you’re intentionally jostling about, squeaking the mattress as much as you can.

“Would you stop that?” Spencer says, voice already gravelly with sleep. You manage, but you’re already devolving into a fit of giggles. “I’m going to smother you with this pillow,” he threatens, but you hear the disgruntled smile curling his words.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just not in the mood to rest.”

Another moment passes. He sighs deeply. You smile into the dark.

“What are you in the mood for?” He asks flatly, and you’ve won.

“Tell me a secret,” you immediately demand in a hushed tone, flipping on your side to face his back. “Something you’ve never told anyone else.”

“I don’t—”

“Shh! You have to whisper it. Those are the slumber party rules.”

“I don’t have any secrets,” he whispers, clearly flustered, and to your delight, rolling to face the ceiling. “None that you’d want to hear.”

“Oh, now that’s just not true. You’re an enigma, Spencer Reid. You fascinate me.”

You’re only sort of kidding.

“I… fascinate you?”

“Completely. You know, ever since you moved your desk across from mine I get distracted just staring at you and wondering what you’re thinking about. But you’re very… hard to read, sometimes. I think it’s because you’re a Scorpio.”

“The position of the stars at the time I was born has no bearing on my personality.”

“Fine,” you concede, still in a glorified stage whisper. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t display the archetypal Scorpio traits. You’re all brooding, mysterious. Kinda, I don't know... intense and sexy and unknowable…”

“Sexy?” He laughs, breaking the whisper rule. You grin and let it slide. You’d hoped he would catch that one.

“Hey,” you snap, losing the smile immediately and lightly shoving against what you hope is his shoulder. “You’re supposed to be telling me a secret, damnit. I won’t let your wiles and charm distract me from getting what I want.”

“When have you ever let anything stop you from getting what you want?”

Truly, your cheeks are going to start aching with this constant back and forth between poker-faced and huge Cheshire smile.

“Stop flirting and answer my question, Reid.”

With the amount of times you’ve made him sigh tonight he must be dizzy. You chew your lip apprehensively in the silence, picking a loose thread on your pillow. It’s so pitch black in the room, you can’t see him where he lies only a few meager inches from you. But you can feel his presence. You can feel the unexpected bass to his voice when he’s tired and speaking this lowly, which you’ve never heard before.

“All the secrets I’ve never told anyone are just… depressing.”

Your heart sinks a little at the way he swallows between words, like that in and of itself was hard to admit. Unthinkingly your hand slides into the small gap of white cotton between the two of you.

“Not very good slumber party material, I think,” he laughs self-consciously.

“You’d be surprised.”

The sentiment comes quieter and more serious than you’ve been all night. If only you had the words to tell him that he can tell you anything. That you want to hold his secrets for him under lock and key. That you would never, ever do anything less than offer him kindness and support—even if it doesn’t always seem that way when you’re teasing him.

“Do you have any secrets you’ve never told anyone else?” He murmurs eventually, so soft it could kill you.

And you do. There are plenty of dark ones, probably not all dissimilar from those he’d elected not to share only a moment ago.

But you don’t bring those up.

Instead, you decide to admit to something silly. Still, it makes you nervous as you feel it coming loose in your chest. You’ve really never told anyone this, and it’s perhaps more vulnerable than you’d realized before the words were already leaving your mouth.

“I, have…” You pause to laugh at yourself, and continue on. “I have a stuffed dragon that I take with me on every single case.”

“You do?” Spencer laughs, so loud and unexpected it almost hurts your ears, angling his head toward you. Blood rushes to your face.

“Yes. He usually sleeps in bed with me. He’s an excellent listener and has been the origin of several of my most genius breakthroughs. You remember Gibson Cooper?”

“Family annihilator from Houston?”

“Correct. He’s in prison because Oscar helped me make the Cook Creek Campground connection between the O’Hara and Diangelo families.”

“You have a stuffed profiler dragon named Oscar? Is he here?”

“He’s—I mean, I wasn’t expecting to share a room with someone.”

“So he’s in your bag.”

“Yes,” you seethe, “and I will not be introducing you to him. He doesn’t do well with men.”

“You are genuinely psychotic.”

You huff.

“Fine. I’m sorry I told you anything.”

You’re about to roll over onto your other side—but Spencer surprises you by catching the hand that had been outstretched in his direction. He carefully intertwines your fingers and squeezes gently.

“You’re right. That was mean. Thank you for telling me about Oscar.” His tone is surprisingly teasing, and you’re so uncharacteristically flustered by this rare show of physicality and affection that you can’t muster an adequate comeback. Spencer doesn’t seem to mind filling your silence, though, sounding a little more solemn now. “I’m sorry I don’t have any secrets for you.”

The way his voice gets all thin and scratchy sometimes—it’s like the earnest sincerity just pours out of him. He can’t control it. He can’t be anyone other than who he is. Maybe that’s a part of why you love him so much. You wonder if he knows how much you love him. It’s not exactly a secret—anyone on the team would be able to tell as much. You’ve been relentlessly teased for the way you are with him. For your batting lashes and your lingering touches and your unabashed flirting. But beneath it all is true affection, and nobody doubts that.

“It’s okay,” you decide with a squeeze of your own, after a moment of deliberation. “You’ll think of something. ’Cause, y’know—you’re stuck with me for at least a few more days.”

“Oh, god,” he laughs, and releases your hand, rolling over to face away from you. But you don’t mind. You’ll get lots more time to invade his personal space over the coming week or so. “Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams,” you sing-song, turning away to face the wall with what is perhaps your biggest, stupidest smile yet.

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rikstar · 22 hours

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ You're mine!

୨୧ alternatively , you getting jealous/ them getting jealous/ someone trying to hit on you or them

Contains୨୧ non Idol!Au,Jealousy , them/you being upset, slightly suggestive in Sunghoon's part, established relationship, mentions of drinking

୨୧Heeseung

Your eyebrow twitched slightly in annoyance , your eyebrows furrowing a little as you watched a girl trying to get closer to your Boyfriend, touching his arm and batting her false lashes at him. Heeseung , you and the rest of the boys went to go bowling together on a Saturday night — you had left together with Sunoo to fetch some drinks for the groups. You were gone for 5 minutes , it took a mere 5 minutes for some girl to try and get your boyfriends attention. Your eyes were fixated on them , as much as you felt jealous , you felt more upset because this girl was all up in his personal space while he clearly looked uncomfortable. You were well aware that your boyfriend was handsome , very handsome , so it was no surprise that girls would try to hit on him — but come on , she saw that you were on his lap just a couple minutes ago. "You okay?", Sunoo asked a bit worried since you didn't move from your spot , nudging you slightly which caused you to start walking again. "I'm okay", you nodded , taking a deep breath as you calmed down and set the drinks down. Your hand grabbed a can of soda that you had already opened , the straw in your mouth as you walked over to Heeseung while sipping on the refreshing drink. "Hey babe , want some?", You asked as you wrapped your free arm around his , holding the can of soda up with the straw facing his mouth. "Oh , am I interrupting your chat with my boyfriend?", you asked as you finally looked at the girl , giving her a smile while she just gave you a fake one. She dismissed herself and left to go back to her friends , glaring slightly with a huff as she sat down. "Thank you love , she just wouldn't stop talking to me", Heeseung sighed , clearly upset that someone disrespected his person space as he wrapped an arm around your waist and leaned his head against your shoulder.

୨୧Jay

Jay's lips were pursed as he swiveled the wine in his wine glass , his back leaned against the wall as he watched you closely. He trusted you with all his heart — but he didn't trust his coworker who was talking to you. He watched the way you awkwardly laughed and took a step back whenever the coworker got too close just for him to take another step closer to you. "Jay , are you listening?", his boss asked , noticing that the younger was distracted which made him turn his attention back to his boss while keeping an eye on you. You were Jay's accompaniment for the celebration party of the company he worked in , no one knew that he was your boyfriend since he never clarified that you were his girlfriend — he thought it would be obvious especially since he said that he'd bring his girlfriend along. "Excuse me for a second", Jay replied , handing his glass to his boss before strutting over to you. A smile spread across your face as you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind , your hand resting on top of his arm and that's when the coworker finally saw that you wore an engagement ring. "Love , my boss would like to meet you", Jay said softly , rubbing his hand gently against your stomach as he leaned in and kissed your cheek. "If you'd excuse us", Jay nodded at his coworker before he took your hand in his , interlocking your fingers and leading you to his boss — introducing you to each other while he side glanced at the coworker

୨୧Jake

Jake had a bright smile on his face as he was on his way to a café , a place where Jake and you always met up during your lunch breaks since you two conveniently had lunch break around the same time. It doesn't matter if he just saw you this morning , he practically can't breathe and continue to live if he doesn't see you almost every single hour a day. But that smile soon faded when he spotted you talking to someone with a small smile on your face, he couldn't recognize the guy. His jaw clenched slightly as he walked into the café. the feeling of jealousy bubbling in his chest as he immediately walked over to you ,just to hear you giggling at whatever the guy was saying. "Hey Baby!", Jake interrupted your conversation , twirling you around to face him ,his hands placed on your waist as he leaned in and kisses you on the lips. Another giggle came from you as you kissed him back , your hands gently resting on his cheek which made his heart flutter. You broke the kiss and grabbed his hand , pulling him next to you as you gestured with your hand to the guy. "Jake , this is an old classmate of mine. This is my boyfriend Jake!", You introduced them to each other , Jake offering the guy a subtle nod which he returned with a small smile. "So you're Jake yeah? (Y/n) just told me a lot about you. It's nice to meet you", the guy grinned , stifling a laugh as he watched the way Jake's ears increasingly got redder. "He just told me about how he's getting married soon and invited us to his wedding", you turned to him with a smile before the guy told you to just text him whether or not you two would be coming before bidding his goodbye's. "Jaaaake? You weren't possible jealous , right?", your tone was clearly teasing , watching as he shook his head violently. "Nope! Absolutely no!"

୨୧Sunghoon

Sunghoon easily got jealous , he didn't like it whenever other guys were near you unless he knew them — but even then it bothered him , just slightly less if it were an stranger. To say he felt annoyed when Jay put his hand on your shoulder was an understatement , his eyebrow was twitching and his tongue was poking into his cheek. He knew he was right , he had a gut feeling all along that Jay developed a little crush on you — on one hand , Sunghoon couldn't blame him , you were an angel , but you were his angel. On the other hand , he felt annoyed because Jay knew that you were dating Sunghoon. Yes , Sunghoon was aware that no one could control their feelings , but come on. "Excuse us for a second..", Sunghoon grumbled as he took you by the waist , leading you to his room. "S-Sunghoon what has g-gotten into you?", you asked between heavy pants after he broke the heated kiss , your lips were red and slightly swollen to a point they felt sore. He had a firm grip on your waist as he pressed you against his wooden door, his hair tickling your jawline as his head dipped into the crook of your neck , his hot breath fanning against your skin. "Have to remind a certain someone who you belong to and that he can only dream of having you as his", Sunghoon mumbled , his lips brushing against your skin before he latched onto it , his fang grazing your skin as he nibbled on it.

୨୧Sunoo

It was rare for him to get jealous , very rare , but he couldn't help but roll his eyes whenever you giggled at your mutual male friends jokes — they weren't even funny , even Jay's jokes where funnier than that. His fingers impatiently tapped on the wooden table , reaching for his soju bottle with his other hand to take a huge gulp from it — maybe you just found the jokes funny because you were a bit tipsy , but even if he was full on drunk , the jokes wouldn't have been funny. And to add on it , that guy was way too close to you for his liking. He rolled his eyes one more time , side eyeing the guy before he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. Sunoo leaned in and pressed a few kisses against your cheek , smiling when he heard you giggling and telling him that it tickled. His eyes glanced to the clock , finishing his bottle of soju before he cleared his throat. "I think we should go now , (Y/n) and I have to go to a family function tomorrow and it would be better for us not to drink too much. You guys have fun", Sunoo announced as he got up , slightly pulling you up with him and sighing when you protested a little. "Love , not now okay? You can drink all you want next week , I don't want you being hungover tomorrow", Sunoo whispered as he cupped your face , gently pressing a kiss on your pouty lips before grabbing your purse and Jacket — helping you put your jacket on while he kept carrying your purse.

୨୧Jungwon

You loved your Boyfriend to bits , but sometimes , he was a bit oblivious of his surroundings. Your eyebrows were a bit furrowed as huffed , your eyebrow twitching slightly in annoyance. You and Jungwon were outside , taking Maeumi on a walk in the park when you left for a second to look for Maeumi's ball that the little dog couldn't find as it was too far away. You came back to see a girl maybe a year younger than him talk to him , gushing about how cute Maeumi was and that she was so sad that she didn't bring her fog with her for a little "Play date". You knew how girls were , using that excuse to get closer to the owner. Your hand gripped the ball in your hand a bit tighter , having the urge to "accidentally" throw it at her but you took a deep breathe. The small dog perked up when you came into his view and tried to run to you , but the leash in Jungwon's hand made it unable for Maeumi to run to you — tugging constantly on the leash which made Jungwon look into your direction , a bright smile immediately stretching on his face. "(Y/n)! She has a Samoyed , those dogs you love so much!", Jungwon grinned , holding his arm open to put it over your shoulder as you walked over to stand next to him while you smiled down at Maeumi as the little dog kept putting his paws on your leg to get the ball. "A-Ah it's time for me to go now", the girl apologized , smiling with pursed lips before she left. Thankfully , Jungwon didn't notice that you were feeling jealous or else he would've teased you for the whole day.

୨୧Riki

You knew that by being a dancer , Riki often interacted with female dancers and you didn't had any problem with it since he was a dance instructor in his Family's dance company after all , but what you had a problem with was the fact that he had to do a partner dance with a girl. The dance was a slow and romantic one , a dance that made your stomach churn. Riki noticed that something was bothering you , seeming a bit less energetic as he talked about the dance. A small sigh escaped his lips , putting his hand on your waist to pull your closer to him as the two of you laid on his bed. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?", Riki asked , his thumb gently rubbing into your waist. "I just... do you have to be the one to do the dance with her..? You know that I have no problem with you dancing or interacting with girls since it is part of your job and hobby after all , but I feel slightly uncomfortable with the idea of you dancing with her to a romantic song..", you mumbled , feeling a bit ashamed for feeling uncomfortable with it but Riki let out a quiet laugh. "Why didn't you say so before? I'm just practicing with her because she wanted to surprise her girlfriend on their first date. She wanted to take her girlfriend to the beach for a picnic and wanted to dance with her under the moonlight. You don't have to be jealous ,I only love you but if you feel uncomfortable with it , I'll ask Konon if she'll practice with her instead of me", Riki reassured you with a loving yet playful grin on his face , leaning in to give your cheek a kiss — a small squeak coming from you as he playfully bit your cheek and laughed as you hit his chest.

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stars444hearts · 2 days

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big reputation || 2

caitlin clark x actress! reader masterlist - prev - next warnings: none

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user1 WAIT IS IT A NOD TO Y/N’S TWEET →user2 its def not they don’t even know each other →user3 NO Y/N LIKED THE POST

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Y/n smiled as she read through Caitlin’s comments. After the eye-opening conversation she had with Kate last night, Y/n had become more open to the idea.

She also thought the caption was cute.

Y/n groaned as her stomach grumbled. She placed her phone on her bed, stood up, cracked her spine, and walked into her kitchen.

Y/n decided to make something easy, then sit on her couch and binge-watch crappy reality tv. This was her first week off in months and she would spend it rotting in her living room like every normal 21-year-old.

Y/n couldn’t tell you the number of below-deck episodes she had binge-watched, but by the time she finished, the sun was down and the crickets were chirping. She begrudgingly stalked back to her bedroom, changing into her pajamas and throwing herself down on her bed.

She picked up her phone, only to drop it a second later in shock.

[yn_ln] Caitlin Clark 4h ago sent you a message

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Caitlin, on the other hand, was freaking out. She had never even spoken to Y/n before, but Kate had convinced her to DM her.

Caitlin probably typed and retyped her DM 50 times before settling on a ‘hey !’

Caitlin groaned and shoved her phone down after finally hitting send. She couldn’t help but picking up her phone every ten seconds to see if Y/n had opened or responded to her DM.

After 10 minutes, Caitlin had eventually given up hope of a response and sighed, turning off her phone and putting her head in her hands.

Caitlin buisied herself by ordering doordash and sitting on her couch, rewatching film her coaches gave her to look over. She lost track of time and found herself mindlessly picking at her fingers, only coming to when she realized it was past midnight. ]

She groaned as she stood up from the couch, attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes. Caitlin walked into her bedroom as she sat on her bed. She picked up her phone and almost threw it when she saw her most recent notification.

[caitlin_clark22] Yn Ln 20m ago sent you a message

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Caitlin hey !

Y/n hey yourself sorry for leaving you on delivered i was binge-watching below deck

Caitlin which one?

Y/n mediterranean, duh

Caitlin good. That's the best one Yn liked this message

Y/n so, i’m assuming kate told you to dm me?

Caitlin well, to be honest, i had kinda been wanting to ever since i met you on facetime with kate.

Y/n brother that was 6 months ago 💀

Caitlin LEAVE ME ALONE, OK i'm just a girl

Y/n SO REAL whenever people tell me im doing something wrong i get so annoyed like im just a girl that curb shouldn’t have been there 😠

Caitlin LMFAOO Anyways, yeah, kate finally bullied me into texting my celebrity crush who she just happens to be best friends with

Y/n 🤨🤨 is that all i am to you?? a pretty face?

Caitlin NO NO I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT I SWEAR

Y/n LMFAOO im just fucking with you anyways, going back to that… celebrity crush, you say? 🤨😏

Caitlin 😶 moving on…

Y/n no, no i wanna know

Caitlin umm… basically i’ve just been really obsessed with your show lately and kate told me i should shoot my shot but im now realizing maybe i should save that for the court

Y/n LMFAOO nah, kate was right she showed you my tweet, right?

Caitlin yeah, why?

Y/n because i wasn’t kidding.

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whiskers.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff; reader has whisker dimples bc this is self-indulgent as hell, written in one sitting and v unedited lol it is once again 2am and i am half asleep. the fake cut mimo has on his cheek in the pics is kind of exactly where my whiskers are lmfao word count: 0.6k

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"whiskers," minho says, pulling your gaze away from the laptop in front of you.

you roll your eyes half-heartedly, though you do put the device to the side to give minho your undivided attention. he's looking at you expectantly but patiently, like he's just asking you to give him a little love.

this isn't something that you've always liked about yourself, your whisker dimples as the internet has so lovingly deemed them these days. they would come out when you smile, or when your face twists into an unpleasant scowl. as a kid, people often found it odd how you had dimples so high up in your cheeks when others had them around their smile lines. you always felt a little different, a little weird whenever someone pointed this out even if it was only in harmless fun.

when minho first became aware of it, he was absolutely fascinated. he'd made you laugh so hard that you couldn't contain the bright grin that spread across your face as complete and utter joy took over you. you were clutching his arm, giggling at the story he was telling you when the dimples showed themselves, the cute indentations settling on top of your cheeks as if they were the physical manifestation of the happiness you felt inside.

you remember what minho did. he had cupped your face gently in his hands, then traced the soft lines with his fingers as he marveled at you. "you look like a cat," he had said, and you didn't really know what to make of it. it was so early in your relationship that you weren't sure if he was complimenting you or making fun of you like the others had.

but then the stars in his eyes twinkled a little brighter, the delighted quirk of his lips expressing his wonder better than words could. he had kissed you right there, softer and sweeter than he ever did in the short time that you had known each other back then, and you quickly learned that oh, maybe this little detail about yourself that you were embarrassed of your whole life was a good thing after all.

you still don't know the reason minho likes them so much. to you, they've always been something to ignore as best as you can, something to not draw attention to because you don't want people to highlight that maybe you're a little different from everybody else.

even as you sit here, years later with the love of your life who's got a very particular request for you, you're still not entirely sure why he's obsessed with your odd dimples enough to want to see them almost every day. it's a mystery to you and yet, it makes you feel all warm and bubbly inside whenever he sends this simple demand your way.

you adhere to his request nonetheless. when the dimples appear, you watch as a smile blooms on his face, growing bigger and bigger until it makes his eyes crinkle. like an instant boost of serotonin, you think.

minho traces them with gentle fingers, gazing at you in awe as if it's the first time he's seeing you like this. when he leans closer, you can't help but meet him halfway until his lips are tentatively brushing your cheeks. you can't help your own smile either, when it deepens and only accentuates the small moon-shaped dents which he kisses. five times on each side, and then he's peppering kisses all over your face while you laugh and accept the sudden burst of love.

sometimes he calls them whiskers, sometimes he calls them moons.

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"IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU...NO ONE CAN"

✰ - SYNOPSIS: you and satoru have always been close...well, maybe a little too close. when your boyfriend has had enough of satoru's overbearing tendencies, the strongest is determined to captivate you - in more ways than one. ✰ - WC: 3.8k ✰ - TAGS: dead dove do not eat, yandere, obsession, possession, manipulation, kidnapping, forced cuckold, degradation, humiliation, name calling, praise, teasing, rape, coercion, dirty talk, kissing, groping, v. fingering, v. sex, f. squirting, m. orgasm, mind break, breeding kink, cream pie, dacryphilia, reader has she/her pronouns (mentions of violence) no use of (y/n), all lowercase ✰ - A/N: this is my first dark piece, i advice all reader's to carefully take note of the tags! (also feral gojo is my fav gojo hehe)

satoru gojo has always been used to having things come easy to him with minimal effort. after all, being the strongest entailed having any and everything at his convenient disposal.

well, almost everything.

there was in fact one thing that satoru desired, craved, more than anything else in the entire world. the apple of his eye, the object of all of his vigorous affections: you. his best friend, his confidante, the only person he's ever shared such a fierce emotional connection with. if it were up to him, satoru would have already lured you into his doting arms a long time ago. it constantly agonized him that the only thing that was stopping him from making you his was your pathetic boyfriend you've been dating since he met you.

poor bastard had no idea how lucky he was.

although you were a weak non sorcerer yourself, satoru always admired your heart that was crafted from gold. your warm heartedness and generosity held no bounds, glowing through your aura wherever you went. and what satoru loved most about you was how innocent and naive you could be - something he made a point to not only tease you for, but constantly use to his own advantage.

so you never really questioned him whenever he would scoff and roll his eyes at the mere mention of your boyfriends name. you wouldn't catch his snide remarks about him that he'd disguise with his cunning humor. and if looks could kill, you were oblivious to satoru's attempts of slicing your lover's jugular with the daggers he'd glare at him with whenever he saw the two of you together.

moreover, you also seemed to either be unaware or ignore the rising tension that surrounded you and satoru whenever you both were alone. his promises to look out for you no matter what, how he'd hold your gaze longer than what was socially acceptable during conversation, how he had absolutely no limit when it came to spoiling you with various expensive gifts, and how he'd drop everything at a moment's notice if it meant just being with you.

you never thought anything of the special treatment you'd receive from satoru, figuring it was just his way of expressing what your friendship meant to him. and while his childish personality and over protective bearings could be a bit much to handle at times, you were convinced his motives were always genuine: satoru could never do anything to hurt you, right?

however, your boyfriend could see right through satoru's facade. it didn't take a genius to see that satoru had a very unhealthy obsession with you. he knew satoru was clearly taking advantage of your kindness, and in his own twisted mind interpreted your goodwill as a sign of you recuperating his attraction.

it came to a point that your significant other not only feared for the stability of your relationship if satoru's inappropriate behavior continued, but also the safety of both of you if satoru one day decided to act on his emotions.

so one day, he decides to confide in you about his impending worries. after explaining his concerns to you, you felt terrible about the fact that he had been feeling this way for so long, and you had no clue that you may have contributed to his insecurities. thankfully, your boyfriend wasn't an unreasonable person, all he requested was for you to maintain certain boundaries with satoru, and he would have no problem with the two of you remaining friends.

if only you two could have predicted how you doing just that, would bring satoru to the brink of insanity.

satoru recognized your withdrawal from him immediately, how could he not? the long hours you two usually spent together that lagged on and on with his pleas of "don't go! the fun's just started!" became shorter and shorter due to your sudden curtness. you stopped answering his calls and text messages as often. and when he confronted you about your withdrawal, you only stuttered out minuscule excuses about being very busy recently. since when have you ever been too busy for him?

you were a terrible liar, satoru knew the only reason you would have to avoid him was if someone was telling you to do so. sudden flashes in his mind of the face of your stupid, selfish lover caused him to shake in anger as everything suddenly dawned on him. how dare the little weasel try to keep you and him apart? satoru knew he had to act, and fast, unwilling to lose you to the punk. so he finally decides to take matters into his own hands and give into his dark urges.

which is exactly how he found himself currently in you and your partners shared bedroom, knuckles deep inside your dripping pussy while your beloved watched in horror, defenselessly tied to a chair in the corner of the room.

"hah...so fuckin' tight, boyfriend hasn't been stretchin' ya out properly huh? ya could'a let me know sooner sweets, y'know i'd do anything for ya ❤" satoru purrs to you, sending an involuntary shudder through your body as he continues to finger blast your leaking cunt. you whimper at his filthy words, gripping the bed sheets till your knuckles strain as he continued his assault.

you think back to how you found yourself in this predicament in the first place. you had just arrived home to your apartment, and you were excited to spend the rest of the evening with your boyfriend. no one seemed to be home at first to your surprise, so you began calling his name out while looking for any trace of him.

to your dismay, you found him bound to a seat in your now dimly candle lit bedroom that smelled of woodsmoke bourbon, arms and legs tied tightly with rope with none other than your best friend sitting at the edge of your bed with a casual smile, welcoming you home.

satoru had motioned for you to sit next to him, and after exchanging glances with your terrified partner, you decided to oblige with his commands. you knew of satoru's unparalleled strength, and although you didn't completely understand the extent of it, you were far too aware that he could crush you and your sweetheart like a bug if he wanted to. the best option was to go along with whatever satoru was planning to avoid harm coming to one or both of you.

satoru removed his blindfold, giving you the chance to look into his breathtaking sky blue iris, and held your hands firmly, rubbing circles to the back of them softly with his thumbs. you furrowed your eyebrows at his sudden acts of affection before shocking you with a confession of his unswaying love for you. his words jumbled together in your head as you struggled to understand where all of this was coming from. satoru had never talked to you in this manner before, where was this coming from? why was he doing this?

after he had finished his declaration, silence stilled the room as satoru stared intently at you, anticipating your answer. for a while you carefully considered how you should reply, knowing the only real option was to accept his confession despite how you really felt, certain that any other response would result in you and your boyfriend being sliced to pieces, or worse.

so you wordlessly nodded your head, trying your best to keep all your attention on satoru and ignore your partner's head falling in sorrow in your peripheral vision. satoru's eyes lit up like a child on christmas morning, and he flashed his sharp canines at you before moving his big hands to your face, gently caressing you before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

the kiss quickly intensified, and so did satoru's grazes as he began groping at your body. every muscle in you wanted to push him away and run to the arms of your lover to free him so you could both escape this nightmare. still, you allowed satoru to continue his fondling, fearing for your lives if you did so. it seemed the more satoru got a taste of you, the more erratic he became, and before you could understand what was going on you were lying on your side laterally, facing the head of the bed as he pulled your bottoms and underwear off of you with lightning speed.

in a twisted way you were glad that satoru had put you in this position - at least your boyfriend was out of your view so you wouldn't have to see his face that was surely skewed with disgust while satoru molested you. you were however forced to look at his crazed expressions as he dug into the deepest, most private parts of you. anytime you tried to close your eyes, satoru gripped tautly at one of your asscheeks and bullied his long fingers deeper inside of you, forcing your attention onto him. "hey, where'dya go baby girl? keep those pretty eyes on me, want'cha seein' everythin' i'm doin' to ya~."

as for satoru, he was in full bliss from finally successfully charming you, and was making a mental note to remember everything he could about this moment. the tantalizing sight of your sopping mound swallowing up his lengthy digits, your delectable scent mixing with the aroma of the candles he filled the room with to set the mood of his confession, the feeling of your wet walls that seemed to refuse to loosen no matter how many of his fingers he added into them, the deafening squelching sounds of your cunt each time he pumped his hands back and forth in you.

you were perfect, just perfect, and he thanked the heavens that he finally had you in his possession.

you bite your bottom lip hard, ashamed to let out the sound of your voice, embarrassed to show any indication to satoru or your partner that every nerve in your body awakened at the stimulation. satoru began to curl his fingers to rub against your g-spot, causing your entire body to jerk whenever he brushed the spongy knot in your canals. your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you feel mouth wateringly delicious pressure build in your pelvis as he continues his mercilessly fast pace.

satoru could tell you were close by the way your pussy fluttered around his girthy digits, and he laughs at how adorable you are, still trying to be considerate as always by not letting your boyfriend see just how good you were feeling right now. but that just wouldn't do to feed his ego, so to encourage you, his other hand finds purchase on your slender neck and presses the sides of it while he bends down to whisper in your ear. "s' ok baby doll, ya don't gotta hold back anymore, not with me. c'mon let go."

a stream of tears pour out of your enlarged eyeballs now, and satoru wastes no time licking them up with his flat tongue and peppering your face with an array of kisses. satoru turns to your captive lover - who's now sobbing as well - with a manic smile, spewing out taunts to him while your impending release begins to crash over you, your body betraying your mind.

"bet'cha never seen her like this eh? your useless ass even know how to pleasure her? well dont worry, 'm feelin' nice, so i'll give ya a front seat show. oooo, fuck, she's almost there, gonna watch your girlfriend make a mess all over my fingers? c'mon baby, cum, cumcumcum-"

a piercing cry leaves your dry throat in the middle of satoru's frenzied chants as your climax finally consumes you, your entire body becoming overwhelmed with immense feelings of ecstasy while your mind temporarily goes blank. when you finally come to after a couple of seconds, you notice your inner thighs and the bedsheets underneath you are drenched with your liquid. you use the small amount of energy you have left to turn and look back at satoru bashfully, realizing you've squirted for the first time ever. the hungry cast in his dilated orbs makes you whimper as you watch him lap at his large palm that's now covered in your sheeny essence, all while never breaking eye contact with you.

"beautiful... so fucking beautiful." he mutters out lustfully. satoru's eyes that were as deep as the oceans depth raked over your quivering form, and the only thing he could think about was gobbling you up to his heart's content as he ran his hand down your slicked legs, stroking your puffy outer lips up and down with his fingernails and enjoying the way you jolted at every one of his touches.

he momentarily snaps out of his state of desire at the annoying blubbers coming from behind him that ruin the atmosphere. he rolls his eyes and lets out an exaggerated sigh, grabbing his blindfold that he haphazardly threw to the side before getting up from the bed and moving towards the source of the noise.

your lover glances up, and his eyeballs threaten to pop out of his head like saucers when he sees satoru approach him. once he's standing above him with his towering form, satoru takes his blindfold and wraps it around his mouth, tying the ends of it strongly behind his head. he tilts his head to the side and lets a small smile form on his face, then leans down till he's at eye level before hissing out more of his venom. "really thought you could keep her away from me huh? now i gotta show you that she's mine. all mine. always has been, always will be. but don't worry, ill show her all the pleasures this life has to offer."

satoru takes a moment to savor the look of terror in your boyfriend's eyes at his words, giving him a ridiculing pat on the side of his skull before turning around, skipping back to the bed. the sight of you still lying right where he left you warms his heart. the fact that he didn't even have to tell you not to move from your spot only further proves how docile you were for him. satoru pounces on the soft mattress with his knees at his previous position behind you, and swiftly pulls down his slacks to release his achingly stiff hard on.

you rotate to peek at the shifting weight behind you, only to freeze at the sight of satoru's extensive cock angrily pulsing in the air. the tip of his bulbous head flushed a crimson red and glistened from the sticky precum it was coated in. you gulped audibly, beginning to panic. satoru wasn't planning on putting that inside of you, right? there was no way it was going to fit, he was huge! you had hoped that he would be tamed after toying with you, but he really had every intention of going all the way.

he must have been able to read your thoughts because he lets out a hearty laugh while massaging your bare ass and rubbing his hard member against your wet vulva, painting it with your leftover substance before reassuring you. "don't worry baby, you can take me. you're my good girl, aren't you?"

you scrunch your gaze pleadingly, uttering your first words to him since accepting his confession. "s-satoru...please..." you beg, peering up at the man you once considered one of your closet friends. he's unrecognizable to you now, yes he may have the same striking features, the same tall lean structure, but you still can't fathom that your satoru could ever do this to you.

satoru looks you right back in the eyes as he angles himself at your awaiting entrance, grabbing your hips firmly. "i love you." he simply says, before using all his strength to suddenly push his hefty cock entirely into you. you howl out at the sudden intrusion, having to remind yourself to breathe, because you don't think you've ever felt this full. the sensation of satoru's long rod twitching inside your gummy walls quickly immobilizes you.

with lidded eyes you stare at the obscene sight of satoru and you connected, his coarse white pubic hair pressing against your buttocks. satoru grits his teeth, face twisted in anguish, and squeezes the fat of your rear so tightly you were sure it would leave bruises for days. "ngh...holy shit, you feel...mph...so fucking good...hah...always knew you were made for me." he spurts out through his clenched jaw.

having nothing else to hold on to, you grab onto satoru's toned arm, having no choice but to try to accommodate to his ridiculous size. "t-toru, too much toru! i-i can't!" you cry out. satoru's heaving breath indicated his descent into madness, feeling the way your slimy walls involuntarily clamped around him, almost suffocating his groin. "i know angel, i know. lover boy's cock's probably never reached this deep huh? heh, don't worry, m' gonna take good care of you, my pretty girl."

i'll take care of you, a phrase that satoru had always expressed to you during the course of your friendship had a whole new meaning now. the ominous promise echoes in your head as he finally begins to move, pulling out of your tremoring heat till only his bulging cockhead teased your entry, before ramming his veiny cock in you again, beginning a tempo so punishingly fast it knocked the wind out of you with every thrust.

satoru holds your bent knees and legs in place as he continues to plummet into your womanhood. his powerful grasp on your plush thighs only helped to create an even tighter squeeze to his groin while he penetrates you. his loud, high pitched whines accompanied by the sound of his heavily cum weighted ball sacks slapping against your bottom reverberate through the room. "ah, cant ever let you leave me after this...fuck...cant go on without you, love. i'll never let you go. ever" satoru mewls out, setting his words in stone by punctuating each syllable with a forceful slam of his loins.

you begin biting at your soft covers, trying helplessly to get used to satoru's vigorous thumps. all your senses become clouded to the point that the only thing you can see, hear, feel, is satoru - so much so, that you begin to lose yourself to the vulnerability of the situation. you recognize how messed up this entire affair is, but you also can't deny the wicked state of pleasure your body has been forcibly flung into.

eventually, you finally allow your own squeals and moans to mix into the lewd noises of you and satoru's union, and he's ecstatic at your current state, giving him the chance to further berate your partner. "whatta minx, just listen to her. cant blame her, probably the first time she's ever been fucked properly." he glowers with a psychotic grin stretching from ear to ear.

satoru flexes his hips upward, bucking his meaty cock against the front of your stomach, stimulating your sweet spot once again. it only further contributes to the numbing of your brain, and as if that wasn't enough, he manages to reach even deeper by pushing your butt back and forth to match his relentless movements. the headboard of your bed creaks obnoxiously loud as it slams against the wall behind it, no doubt leaving permanent marks in its wake.

satoru once again takes his hand and uses it to grab your nape, forcing you to look at him. redness freckles his face as he continues to grunt unashamed, the undeniable throb of his member each time he bottoms out of your gushing pussy signals that he's close. amid all of the hysteria you suddenly realize satoru never put a condom on, and before you get the chance to protest, he once again leaves you breathless by pistoling his bulky cock right into your womb, causing you to wail out instead, another wave of fat tears flow through the corners of your eyes. your meek and powerless display only stirs satoru on as he succumbs to his impending orgasm. through his craze, he scowls menacingly at your gagged boyfriend before spewing out more of his crude words.

"gonna watch me breed the love of your life? m' gonna fill her up with so much of my cum...ugh! everyone will know who she belongs to. take my seed sweetheart, ah...! fucking take it...!"

with a final 'thwap', satoru buries his sensitive tip in your guts, spurting out thick ropes of his hot cum directly into your uterus. the bomb of his explosive climax triggers your own, causing your warm cunt to squirt again, drenching his lap with your juices while you clench around his massive dick, both of you letting out your final groans. there's so much of his load, sentiments of it messily pour out of your abused hole onto the sheets beneath you.

satoru shallowly fucks the remainder of his cum into your cervix, enjoying the vice grip you still had on him, before languidly pulling out of you. he admires the white ring of cream covering the base of his shaft with a shudder, before leaning down to your fatigued form, decorating your temple with butterfly kisses while whispering sweet affirmations into your ear at what a good job you did.

your mind and body were completely worn out from you and satoru's exertions. to your surprise, you feel much more content after the fact than what you were expecting. you thought you'd feel disgusted with yourself once everything was said and done, but as twisted as it may sound, you begin to convince yourself that this encounter was bound to happen the moment you and satoru crossed paths.

an egotistical man who has never been denied anything in his entire life, what made you believe you'd never be a victim of his desperation to conquer anything he saw fit? perhaps it would be easier for you in the long run - which it seemed satoru was fully committed for - to simply bend to his will and accept your inescapable fate as another one of his pawn's. after all, he's always told you he'd take care of you, right?

the heavy weight of your eyelids beacons your consciousness into somber darkness, much like your current condition. as you fall into a deep slumber, your last thought is how sorry you are to your poor boyfriend for webbing him into the disaster that was you and satoru's relationship. you hear satoru shuffle from the bed, and you use your last bit of energy to peer through your blurry vision, watching helplessly as he stalks frighteningly towards your cowering lover who was already begging for mercy.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #satoru gojo #satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk fanfic #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #anime smut #female reader

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❝ HEART RATE HIGHS !! ❞ – azriel x reader

✭ pairing: gym rat ! azriel x archeron ! reader

✭ summary: you swear you only have a gym membership for self-improvement. it’s definitely not to see the cute guy you have a crush on.

✭ contains: modern au, f!reader, college au, but age is vague, fluff, anxious!reader who can’t see that azriel is already a little in love with you, gym culture, alcohol, meddling sisters, because reader is terrible at talking to guys, mutual pining.

✭ word count: 3k+ ✭ a/n: i absolutely love gym fics and i couldn't stop thinking about azriel in a compression shirt, so if i have to suffer, so do you <3

“wait, did i hear you properly? you’re going to the gym?” nesta’s voice cuts through the quiet murmur of the lecture hall. heads turn, and the professor pauses mid-sentence, frowning at the interruption. you cringe at the sudden attention and whisper an apology, slouching in your seat to avoid the stares.

“you’re acting like i’ve just sprouted wings,” you respond, trying to keep your voice low.

nesta blinks, her surprise melting into scepticism. “well, it is out of character for you. the gym, are you sure?”

“yes.”

“really?”

you nod.

you can’t blame her for being doubtful. among your sisters, you’re the most averse to exercise. even elain, thanks to her gardening, could likely outlift you. but –

“i don’t know if i should be offended that you’re so surprised.”

“hey, it’s not personal,” nesta replies, her voice softer as she glances around the room. the professor had resumed teaching and students were slowly returning their attention to their notes. “it’s just... unexpected. i mean, last time i suggested going for a jog, you looked at me like i’d grown a second head.”

“yeah, well, i just figured it’s about time i start taking better care of myself.”

“what brought this on all of a sudden?”

you shrug, trying to put your thoughts into words. “i guess i just realised that i’ve been neglecting my health lately. with school and everything else going on, i haven’t been feeling so great.”

nesta nods in understanding, letting you continue. neither of you really cared about this class, after all, and it wasn’t the first time you’d been called out for talking through a lecture.

“i just thought it might be a good way to clear my head, you know? like, a chance to zone out and focus on something other than deadlines and exams.”

“if you turn into a gym rat and only eat chicken and rice, i’m disowning you.”

“you’d have to pry ice cream from my cold, dead hands,” you say, nudging nesta with a grin. “nothing can take away my love of carbs and cheesy fries.”

“uh-huh, sure. that’s what they all say until they’re posting pictures of their meal prep on instagram.”

“you have no faith in me, do you?”

“none whatsoever,” she replies with a grin. “but hey, if this gym thing helps you feel better, i’m all for it.”

“if i ever mention a juice cleanse, you have full permission to stage an intervention.”

“deal. and if you lecture me on the importance of pre-workout supplements, i’m kicking you out of the apartment.”

after your year abroad, you found yourself back at the university of velaris, settling into a new rhythm with your three sisters. the four of you had decided to share an apartment, a decision fuelled by equal parts necessity and nostalgia. it wasn’t long before familiar routines took shape amidst the chaos of unpacked boxes and endless debates over furniture placement.

besides, feyre had been spending most of her time at her new boyfriend’s apartment, leaving a bit more breathing room for the rest of you. you hadn’t met him yet, but you’d heard he came from money and his penthouse had skyline views, so you could hardly blame her.

nesta wasn’t a fan, muttering something about “trust fund babies” under her breath whenever his name came up in conversation. but feyre seemed happy, and ultimately, that was what mattered most, even if a twinge of jealousy occasionally crept in.

“you should come with me.”

“i would rather die,” she snorts. “doesn’t mor work out? you should ask her.”

“no way, i’d look even more unfit next to her. i have some pride.”

“wow, so you ask me instead. you’re such a bitch,” she laughs.

as luck would have it, the gym was just a 10-minute walk away, conveniently offering a discounted price for students. the only downside was going alone.

“but i don’t know how to use the equipment,” you groan.

“and you think i do?” your sister retorts.

“well, no, but at least i wouldn’t look like the only idiot.”

“just find someone with muscles and ask them,” she suggests.

“right, of course, because i’m so great at talking to strangers.”

nesta raises an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. “so, what’s your plan then? to stand in the corner and hope the smith machine starts talking to you?”

“maybe,” you mumble, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. you didn’t even know what a smith machine was until this morning.

nesta lets out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. “stop being such a baby and put a cute workout outfit on. you’ll be fine.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you were very much not fine.

the blonde girl at the front desk, with her bouncing ponytail and bright smile that could probably power the entire gym, was very nice. she had given you a tour of the gym, showing you the rows of gleaming equipment and weight racks, and enthusiastically pointed out the array of classes available, from yoga and spin to high-intensity interval training.

she had, however, assumed you knew how to use everything, and you hadn’t been brave enough to correct her.

you had nodded along, trying to absorb the barrage of information she threw at you, but each machine seemed more complicated than the last, and you were positive some of them belonged in a medieval torture chamber.

but you could do this. if guys who couldn’t even spell “midterm” could end up looking like greek statues, surely you could handle a single gym session. you were smart, you were pretty. everything was going to be just fine. besides, you had watched enough fitness influencers on social media to have a vague idea of what to do. with a deep breath, you reminded yourself that everyone had to start somewhere – or at least that’s what your therapist had told you.

deciding to start your session with something familiar, you made your way over to the row of treadmills. incline walking was hard to mess up. the downside was that it made you feel like you were dying.

thirty minutes later, you were profoundly regretting your decision as you clung to the handrails, legs burning with exertion. sweat had beaded on your forehead, and you couldn’t help but curse under your breath.

with shaky legs, you made your way to the weights, steeling yourself against the familiar wave of self-doubt. this part of the gym was always crowded with an excess of men flaunting their egos, their grunts and posturing only serving to make you feel even more out of place.

you think of nesta and how she would never let anyone make her feel small. she would have your head if she thought you would let any man intimidate you.

deep breaths. everything is fine.

as you attempt to adjust the resistance on the leg press machine, your fingers fumble over the pin that holds the weight stack in place, causing the plates to clang noisily against each other. flushed and annoyed, you would love nothing more than to slink away in embarrassment.

“here, let me.” he crouches beside you and effortlessly rectifies your problem as if you hadn’t been struggling for the past ten minutes.

oh god, he looked like he could go viral on tiktok or be on the front cover of a fitness magazine.

and he was helping you.

stay calm. just ignore the fact that this might be the most beautiful man you’ve ever met.

you couldn’t help but steal glances at the way his muscles flexed beneath the fabric of his black compression shirt, each movement highlighting the definition of his arms and chest.

he was so pretty. you just hoped you didn’t look like you were dying.

“thanks,” you say, your voice coming out a little more breathless than you intended.

oh god, just breathe.

he flashes you a soft smile, “no problem. we’ve all been there.”

you’d like to say you committed to a gym membership for self-improvement.

(you would be lying.)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

before ever stepping foot in a gym, your taste in men was somewhat predictable.

you liked nerdy computer science guys you could play video games with and pretentious english lit students who gave you good book recommendations – the indoor sort.

they all tended to look like a light breeze could push them over. not the kind where you could steal their hoodies. and that was fine. you didn’t care, honest.

but then the cute guy at the gym completely ruined your usual type in men. you never imagined you’d be that into muscles, but he looked like he could toss you around like a rag doll, and you soon realised that you actually quite liked the thought.

you initially thought your crush would be harmless – glancing at him from across the room and playing out scenarios in your head.

but then he started offering to unload your plates, and showed you how different machines worked when you looked particularly confused. he would ask you to spot him, despite you both knowing you would be of zero help, and would refill your water bottle when he noticed it getting low.

he would even help to correct your form so you wouldn’t injure yourself.

that, however, had you so flustered you couldn’t even complete the full set. his hand grazing your waist made your heart pound so loudly, you were certain he could hear it. you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

you told him you had to leave early to finish your essay.

and then, like the gentleman he was, he had asked you about it the next time he saw you, and let you ramble about your major for far too long. the worst part was that he seemed genuinely interested.

you didn’t even know his name and yet you were pretty sure you wanted to have his babies.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“are you sure you really need protein powder?” elain questioned, picking up a bunch of celery for her green juices. “you can get all the vitamins and minerals you need from real food, you know.”

“but it’s so much easier to hit my protein goals with it,” you whined, clutching the tub of powder defensively.

“she’s only doing this because her crush drinks the same brand,” nesta teased, a sly grin spreading across her face as she tossed a box of granola into the cart.

“oh my god, keep your voice down,” you groaned, glancing around nervously. it was 10 pm on a wednesday. the grocery store was practically deserted, but you think you might cry if anyone overhears. “besides, it’s not just because of him. it’s practical!”

“practical,” nesta repeated, her grin widening. “sure, that’s the reason.”

“what’s his name again?" elain said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“i hate you,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up. you tried to focus on the nutrition label in front of you, but nesta’s laughter made it impossible.

“come on,” nesta said, nudging you playfully. “you’ve been pining over him for months. when are you going to actually talk to him?”

“never?”

“you should accidentally bump into him and spill your protein shake all over his expensive gym clothes. it would be a brilliant conversation starter.”

“please don’t jinx me.”

“oh, and then you could do his laundry as an apology, and he’d buy you a coffee because he thinks you’re pretty!” elain chimes in.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you’ve been working out long enough now that you knew the basics of gym etiquette. namely, don’t be creepy. a simple thing, really, but too many people struggled to act like sane, well-adjusted human beings capable of basic manners. it was as if the gym was some bizarre alternate universe where leggings made men’s brains short-circuit.

so you try very hard to not stare at your gym crush doing pull-ups.

but his biceps are flexing, his shirt is riding up, and you never knew you could be so attracted to someone’s back.

you feel like you’re twelve again – you want to write his name in a heart in your diary and talk about him for hours on the phone.

for the first time, however, you’re grateful you don’t know any concrete details about him. you would’ve stalked his social media, found out he had a girlfriend or horrible political opinions, and then cried yourself to sleep.

you’d really rather not know. hopeless yearning is much more to your taste.

but then he notices you across the room and smiles, and you realise your gym crush is very much not harmless.

you decide that you’ll be brave and actually initiate conversation for once.

a horrible idea, really.

“hey.”

“hey,” he responds.

“what are you listening to?” god, you didn’t think you were this awkward.

“oh, i don’t listen to music when i work out.”

“right, yeah, i totally get that.” you actually don’t understand that at all. the idea of exercising with just your thoughts sounds like a special kind of torture, but he doesn’t need to know that.

you fidget with the hem of your shorts, desperately searching for something else to say.

“so, uh, how’s your workout going?” he asks.

“it’s going okay,” you reply, the words tumbling out. “you?”

you want to disappear.

“yeah, it’s good too.” you swear you see a hint of pink in his cheeks, though it’s probably just from finishing his set.

your mind is blank and you have no idea what else to say. “great.”

you hope you look like you’re smiling and not grimacing.

this was quite possibly the worst idea you’ve ever had. you’re never speaking to a man again.

even if they are very pretty and look like they could pick you up without breaking a sweat.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

getting ready with three other girls in a cramped apartment was always a challenge. you loved your sisters, but if feyre didn’t get away from the mirror, you would scream.

feyre, always meticulous with her makeup, was painstakingly perfecting her eyeliner, ignoring the sighs from nesta.

“can you possibly move any slower?” nesta hisses, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms.

you exchange a knowing look with elain, who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, scrolling through her phone. she had opted to stay behind, and you were growing increasingly jealous of her decision.

“why don’t we just take turns?” you intervene, hoping to avoid a fight before you even got to the party. “feyre, you finish up, then nesta, and i’ll go last. sound fair?”

feyre finally steps away from the bathroom and nesta wastes no time in taking her place, muttering something about how she could do a better job in half the time.

feyre had been persistent about attending one of rhysand’s house parties for weeks now, and despite your and nesta’s reluctance, she had managed to wear you down. it wasn’t so much her persuasive arguments as it was the promise of free alcohol that ultimately swayed both of you. plus, you were a little curious. feyre had been gushing about her boyfriend for months now.

as you stood in front of the mirror, giving yourself a final once-over, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. feyre, radiant in her navy dress, was practically buzzing with excitement. nesta looked as though she’d rather be doing anything else, despite begrudgingly admitting that the three of you looked good.

you had opted for a short, tight-fitted black dress. shocking how regularly going to the gym could actually help your confidence.

feyre led the way, practically dragging you and nesta out of the apartment. elain, now comfortably nestled on the couch with a book, waved you goodbye. “be safe, and don’t drink too much!”

“it’s so cute that you think i could survive the night without being drunk,” nesta laughs.

the cool night air is a welcome change from the stuffy apartment as the three of you step outside to wait for the cab. feyre was already chattering about rhysand and his friends, while nesta had shot her a look that could wither plants.

you really needed a drink.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

rhysand’s apartment ended up being a thirty-minute drive away, nestled in the wealthier district of velaris, and you could see why feyre spent so much time here.

you could hear the music before you even enter, and it smells so strongly of alcohol you already feel a little lightheaded.

it can hardly be called an apartment in all honesty, it’s nicer than most houses and certainly surpasses anything you’ve ever stepped foot in before. it’s spacious, with an open layout that flows effortlessly from one room to the next. plush couches and chairs face a glass coffee table that is currently covered in red plastic cups and half-finished bottles of vodka. luckily, all his furniture was black. you winced at the thought of cleaning the stains that were bound to appear after tonight.

you noticed the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a pretty view of the city skyline, the twinkling lights stretching out like a blanket of stars against the night. you weren’t the jealous type, but you had the sudden urge to strangle feyre.

she had navigated the apartment with ease, her eyes alight with familiarity as she disappeared in search of rhysand. left to fend for yourselves, you and nesta exchanged a glance before setting off in the direction of the kitchen.

as you weave through the throng of people, you catch sight of mor, effortlessly manoeuvring between guests as she pours drinks. she seems completely at ease, flashing dazzling smiles and looking stunning as ever.

mor’s eyes light up with recognition as she spots you among the crowd. with a beckoning gesture, she calls you over. “i didn’t think you two would be here!” she seems genuinely happy to see you, despite only talking to her after class a couple of times.

“our sister is dating the host, so naturally, we’ve been dragged along,” you reply. “she’s off hunting him down now.”

mor’s gaze shifts between you and nesta, realisation crossing her features. “rhysand is actually my cousin,” she explains with a smile. “so, i’ve met feyre a few times now.”

“that’s unfortunate,” nesta laughs. you’re pretty sure she’s only half-joking.

you elbow her. “come on, don’t be mean. i don’t want to be kicked out after five minutes of being here.”

“are you sure? we could go get pizza and ice cream and not wake up feeling like we were hit by a car?”

“are you seriously the voice of reason right now?”

“hey, if you’re going to the gym, then i can be a responsible adult.”

mor perks up, her eyes brightening with interest. “you work out?”

you smile sheepishly, “i only started a few months ago.”

“you should join me sometime!” mor suggests eagerly. “i usually go with rhysand and a few others, but one of them hasn’t shown up in ages. it’d be great to have another girl!”

“speaking of which, i should introduce you to them,” mor adds with a grin before calling out, “azriel! cassian! get over here!”

and then you spot who is walking over.

“mor, what’s up?” a very familiar voice asks.

because, you realise, it’s your gym crush. it’s the guy you’ve been pining over for months.

your brain is really struggling to comprehend that he’s here, and he knows mor, and apparently rhysand?

has he met feyre too?

he’s wearing all black, like usual, and his biceps look even better in this lighting, and oh god, you want to melt into the ground before you somehow think of a new way to embarrass yourself.

your mind is racing a hundred miles per hour and you’re suddenly realising you’re going to have to avoid feyre’s boyfriend forever if he’s friends with him and –

and as your eyes meet his, and realisation flickers across his features, you’re really wishing you had stayed at home with elain.

or vanish into thin air. that works too.

“az, these are feyre’s sisters!” mor’s voice breaks through your thoughts.

you’ve finally learnt his name, you suppose, but you’re pretty sure you’ll have to find a new gym.

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recollections ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

gojo x fem!reader

word count: 788

a/n: decided to practice my writing (bc I honestly suck at it) by writing fanfics!

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Satoru asks, although he already knows the answer. He always knew the both of you would end up here sooner or later; you did too, and so did everyone else. After all, life was only fair to its favorites.

“You know I can’t.” Your voice is low, barely above a whisper, glossy eyes trying to meet his, but he doesn’t dare to meet your face.

The people around you two are too busy having other places to be to notice the young lovers under a sign that leaves people like them with hollow, empty hearts.

“We’ll see each other again,” you promise, your thumb dancing around his wrist, trying to cheer him up. However, the white-haired sorcerer shows no hint of comfort from the action.

“And when would that be?” he asks, tears brimming in his eyes. He knew they'd end up like this. He saw this coming. But he was not the slightest bit prepared.

Maybe he was being selfish, Satoru thought. Because although you had a pain-stricken face, he also knows you need this; he knows that you two have to part ways. You’re selfish too, he deems in his head, dragging him along all these months knowing the outcome. Maybe if he wrote you as the villain in his novel, it’d hurt less.

You laugh as if it would help brighten the mood. Grabbing his face with both of your hands, you softly say, “It’ll be okay, 'Toru.”

And he nods, not having it in himself to say anything else. Thankfully, the universe decides to go easy on him as his lover takes this as her cue to leave.

Time has passed since he last saw you. Your voice is nothing more than an echo in his mind, and your smile, one he once knew all too well, still flashes in his head now and then.

Everything seems to pass so quickly around him, but it’s as if his legs are frozen; he can't go anywhere else, forced to relive moments in his life he longs to forget.

Maybe, he says to himself, maybe the universe isn’t going easy on me after all.

His mind recalls the glances he stole before you two started dating and the awkward yet warming first couple of dates that happened not long after. Of course, in order to ask you out, he had to confess first. A chuckle almost leaves his lips as the projector in his head replays the moment you laughed after he confessed his feelings and how his body froze, realizing he was naive for thinking that you’d reciprocate his feelings. At that time, he didn’t know you laughed because you found his nervousness endearing. He knows this now because of the countless nights spent in your apartment, ordering takeout instead of reserving a table at the new five-star restaurant he promised to take you to one day. He’d take in the way your lips parted as his predictions played out on the screen in front of you two, only for his laughter to ring out in the apartment once he admitted to watching the movie the other night. That wasn’t the only secret shared on nights spent like this. With your head against Satoru’s shoulder and the credits playing in the background, you and him would retell the words written on the pages of your own youth and pour out what had you pacing at 2 in the morning.

The sorcerer's mind begins to wander further into the forest of recollection until the sound of his name halts him. Blinking himself out of his trance, he takes in his surroundings; the sound of footsteps coming from one retail store to another reminds him of where he is. Slowly, he turns around and sees you.

Just like a scene from a movie, the world slows down as you make your way towards him, hands rubbing on the fabric of your jeans, a habit you often do whenever the nerves kick in. Finally reaching him, a small smile paints your face as you lift your head to get a better look at him. His mouth dries as his eyes dance around your face.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” you break the silence.

It takes a moment for him to respond, but his eyes soften, and he says, “It’s okay.”

He would never blame you for anything.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment until he decides to wrap an arm around your shoulder with a playful smile. Walking down the hall, he guides you to the center of the mall, rambling about a dress he saw on display, leaving the sign of the women’s restroom behind.

I love my silly little drama queen sobsob

#gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fluff #ˏˋ⋆ satoru ⋆ˊˎ #from felicity's desk ⋆˚✿˖°

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A Legacies Secret |1|

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: You just wanted a happy life with your girlfriend but then Ghostface attacks, revealing long thought to be buried family secrets.

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Stabbing, Break in

Word Count: 3.3k+

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Part 1

“Hey babe, what’s up?” you asked.

Tara smiled, even while at work you still managed to answer her calls. She could hear you moving around, the clanging of glasses and the sound of patrons on the other end of the phone. “I miss you,” Tara said. She hadn’t seen you all day and she was home alone and bored.

You chuckled. Tara couldn’t make out the words, you sounded far away but she could tell you were talking to a customer. “Sorry,” you said, coming back to the phone. “We saw each other yesterday.” Tara didn’t say anything, pouting as she grabbed a pot to make dinner. “But,” you sighed, but Tara knew you were smiling. “I missed you too.”

“You didn’t spend the night last night,” Tara pouted, even though you couldn’t see her she wanted to make you feel guilty. “I’m home all alone.”

“You’re always home alone.” Tara’s pout turned into a frown, she glared at you through the phone. “Besides I have an apartment, we could literally be alone together whenever you want.”

“Your apartment is tiny.”

Tara couldn’t help but smile, imagining the eye roll you’d surely give her. “Is that your way of saying when we get out of this hellhole, you’re not going to live with me?” Tara rolled her eyes; you always made everything so dramatic. “It’s fine. You’ll be going to college, living on campus, and I’ll be living in a shoebox all alone wherever you decide to go.”

“I’d love to live in a shoebox with you,” Tara giggled. “Sounds cozy.”

“Yeah?” you teased. “I thought my apartment was too small.”

“It is.” Your apartment truly was tiny. There was a living room, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom. It was tiny but it was all you. Tara knew it was the best you could do and still save money and since you were on your own it was actually incredible how well you were doing. She still loved giving you shit about your tiny apartment though. “But I like the idea of being in close quarters with you.”

It seemed you had taken the phone away from your ear again. Tara heard you mumbling and someone else, they had a deeper voice, she assumed it was your boss. “I have to go,” you sighed. “I’ve been informed this has counted as my break.”

Tara rolled her eyes; your boss could be an ass at times. “Tell them you’re dealing with an emergency. Your girlfriend is needy and wants your attention.”

You chuckled again. Tara bit her lip, she didn’t need to see you, just hearing your laugh was everything. “I’m not really sure he cares about that.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“I’ll come over after I get off.”

“I’ll wait up.”

“It’ll be late.”

“I’ll wait up,” Tara said again. She always tried to wait up for you. You worked at a bar and usually didn’t get off till well after midnight, almost early morning the next day at times. There were days you’d get off and come over and you’d be in bed for maybe an hour at most before Tara was getting up for school, those days you were always still in bed by the time she got home.

“Off the phone!” an angry voice came. They were clearly a good distance away, but Tara could hear them clear as day.

“Two seconds!” you screamed back. “I really have to go,” your voice went back to being soft, like it always was when you spoke to Tara. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Tara smiled as she hung up. You’d been dating for almost two years and had said ‘I love you’ a long time ago but it never failed to make Tara blush.

Tara smiled to herself, swaying back and forth in the kitchen. You and her always casually talked about the future together. It wasn’t anything crazy, it wasn’t talks about marriage and getting a house together. It was simple, it was talking about moving in together once Tara graduated. It might seem rushed to most people, moving in together right after high school, especially since you were a few years older, but Tara was eighteen and she knew what she wanted.

Some of the people who thought she was crazy were her best friends, they didn’t have a problem saying it either. Tara didn’t listen to them though, you and her had a plan. Tara would graduate and once she heard back from the schools she applied to, she’d choose, hopefully she’d get into her number one choice, then the two of you would find a little place by campus and you’d work, she’d go to school, and she’d get to come home to you and wake up next to you every day.

Since she couldn’t talk to you, she decided to text Amber. She was bored and though she only needed to entertain herself for a few hours she didn’t want to do it alone. She would just have to make sure Amber didn’t spend the night. You and Amber didn’t get along to put it lightly. You basically hated each other but tolerated each other’s presence, to an extent, for Tara’s sake. Tara honestly wasn’t sure why you didn’t like each other. It was more Amber than you, you kind of just reciprocated her hatred. Amber was never fond of you though. Tara has tried to ask a few times what the deal was, and Amber only ever said she just didn’t think you were good enough.

Tara: Wanna come over? We can binge watch movies

Amber: Where’s the girlfriend?

Tara rolled her eyes. Amber always started off hostile when it came to you. Ever since Tara introduced you, even before the two of you started dating. Amber has always had attitude. Tara tried to avoid talking about you but in times like this it was hard when Amber was the one bringing you up for no reason.

Tara: Work

Amber: Glad to know I’m the second choice

Tara: Stop

Tara: Do you want to hangout or not?

Tara: I’ll make the popcorn

Amber: You can do better than that

The phone on the counter started to ring. Tara looked up from her phone, scrunching her eyebrows at the ringing. No one ever called the landline, if someone wanted to talk to her or her mom, they had their cell. Hell, Tara wasn’t even sure she knew the home phone number. She shook her head and went back to texting Amber.

Tara: You get first pick of the movie?

Amber: I got some homework to finish up

Tara rolled her eyes, of course Amber was going to be difficult. The landline continued to ring. Tara was doing her best to ignore it, whoever was calling seemed persistent though.

Tara: Open liquor cabinet

Amber: Sold!

Tara: Fucking landline won’t stop ringing

“Hello?” Tara answered the landline with an eyeroll, not being able to stand the ringing any longer and hoping to get rid of whoever was on the other end quickly.

“Hello, is Christina there?” A man asked.

Tara rolled her eyes again, of course it was someone asking for her mom. “No, she’s not available. May I take a message?”

“Oh, uhh, yeah, sorry,” he stumbled over his words. Tara didn’t pay him much mind as she got the footrest and made her way over to get the key to the liquor cabinet. “I’m a friend of hers from group. Shit,” he whispered, clearly not meaning to say that.

“From her shit?” Tara smiled to herself, suddenly much more interested in the conversation.

“Just tell her I’m from group, I’m Charlie, she’s got my number.”

“Oh, she goes to group?” Tara asked, not believing for a second her mom was going to any sort of group.

“I shouldn’t have-look can you just tell her Charlie called?”

“And I’ll do exactly that Charlie, once you tell me what kind of group we’re talking about. Is it AA? NA?”

“Well, you sound exactly like she described you.”

“She talks about me in group?” Tara couldn’t believe that either, that definitely didn’t sound like her mom.

“Look, I don’t think I can really talk about that.”

Tara sighed, pulling out her phone again. She needed to tell Amber about this. Amber knew exactly what her mom was like and there was no way she wouldn’t enjoy this.

Tara: Dude I think it’s my mom’s new BF

Amber: Seriously???

“What did she say about me?” there was an edge of hostility in her tone, she wanted to hear all about what her mother possibly said about her in this group.

“Well, she loves you very much.”

“Oh, what does she love about me?” Tara asked, her sarcasm coming back.

“She loves that you’re creative, you love art and TV and movies.”

“Okay, lots of people love movies,” she shook her head, dismissing him.

“But she said you love scary movies and that you guys have that in common. She’s proud at making a fan out of you.”

“She is?” Tara slowed her movements, she used to watch scary movies with her mom all the time, but she’d never heard her mom say she was proud of her for anything before.

“Yeah, she told me the other day she wonders, what’s your favorite scary movie?” Tara ignored the way the man’s voice changed, still focusing on the fact that her mom was apparently proud of her.

“Uhh, The Babadook, it’s an amazing meditation on motherhood and grief.”

“Isn’t that a little fancy pants?” the man asked with a chuckle.

“Well, it’s elevated horror.”

“What does that mean, elevated horror?”

“You know, it’s like scary but with complex emotional and thematic underpinning, it’s not just some schlocky cheeseball nonsense with wall-to-wall jump scares.”

The man hummed, not seeming very interested in her answer. “That seems kind of boring to me. Have you ever seen Stab?” his tone changed again when he asked her the question, but once again Tara didn’t think much of it.

“Once, I think, at a sleepover, when I was like twelve.”

The man laughed at that. “You live in Woodsboro, and you don’t know Stab? Well, your mother loves that movie, she talks about it all the time in group. How well do you remember the original?”

“I don’t know, and it was like super 90s, it was really over lit, and everyone had weird hair.”

“Do you remember the beginning?”

“Not really, I mean it started with a kill scene, right? They always started with a kill scene.”

“Yeah, that’s right. That’s right,” he tone shifted again. “It’s a girl at home alone, she answers the wrong number and starts talking with the killer who makes her play a game.” Tara slowed her movements again, thinking the conversation was treading into weird territory. “Would you like to play a game, Tara?” he whispered her name. A chill went down her spine and she quickly hung up, not bothering to answer him.

Tara tossed the phone on the counter, watching it as if it would ring again. Her eyes darted around the house, looking for anything that shouldn’t be there. She pulled out her phone and locked all the doors, arming the alarm. She knew it was Woodsboro and someone always liked to make prank calls, especially around this time of year but she wasn’t taking her chances. Tara looked out the window, not seeing anyone creeping around her yard as she closed the curtains.

Tara checked the time on her phone. Only several minutes had passed since she had talked to you. She still had a few hours before you’d get off and get to the house. Her thumb hovered over your contact, wanting nothing more than to hear your voice. Tara knew she was just being paranoid, but she just wanted your comfort, you’d calm her down within seconds. She didn’t want to bother you though, she knew you were at work, you were busy, and you’d already been yelled at for just talking to her.

She left your contact and went to text Amber. She just needed to be talking to someone. It was clearly a stupid prank, but she just wanted someone to help keep her sane otherwise her imagination would drive her crazy.

Tara: It was some psycho. I’m locking the doors.

Amber: WTF??? You okay?

Tara started to type out she was fine and just a little jumpy. She knew it was probably a prank but that didn’t mean it wasn’t freaking her out. Before she could finish typing her text though the phone started ringing again, making her jump.

Amber: You should answer it.

Tara scrunched her eyebrows looking at Ambers text, she slowly lifted her eyes to look at the ringing phone again, then back down at her cell. Her thumb hesitated over the letters as she typed out her message.

Tara: How did you know my landline was ringing?

Tara: Amber?

Amber: This isn’t Amber

Amber: ANSWER THE PHONE BITCH

Tara moved to call the police; she had nine dialed, tears slowly began to fill her eyes, when another message appeared.

Amber: ANSWER THE PHONE OR AMBER DIES

Tara ran back to the counter, picking up the phone. “This isn’t fucking funny Amber,” she said but couldn’t keep the fear out of her voice.

“I told you, this isn’t Amber,” the same voice as before said, this time sounding much more sinister. Just then a video was sent to Tara, when she opened it, she saw footage of Amber, sitting in her room and brushing her hair. “Amber’s looking particularly fetching tonight. She really shouldn’t leave her phone lying around for anyone to clone.”

“What do you want?”

“I told you, I want to play a game,” he talked to her as if she was a child. “Stab movie trivia, three rounds, you call the cops, she dies, you get a question wrong, she dies, her parents aren’t home, I can be in that room in fifteen seconds. You want a warm-up question?”

“I told you, I don’t know these movies,” came out in a whine, tears already getting ready to fall. “I don’t! Ask me about something I do know,” she tried to bargain. “Ask me about It Follows, ask me about Hereditary, ask me about The Witch.”

“In the first Stab movie,” he continued, completely ignoring Tara’s pleas. “What Woodsboro native was introduced as the franchise’s main character?”

“It’s Sidney Prescott! It’s Sidney Prescott and she lived on Elm.”

“Correct. You see, you’re gonna do great at this. Okay, question one.”

“Nonono, I got that one right, it should count.”

“Anyone could have gotten that one right, Sidney’s in every movie but the last one. Question one, who wrote the original book the Stab movies are based on?”

“The chick from TV,” Tara struggled to remember her name. She had never read any of the books and she certainly didn’t watch the morning show the lady did.

“The chick from TV is not going to cut it Tara,” they let out a disappointed sigh.

“Oh! Gale Weathers! It’s Gale Weathers you motherfucker.”

“Correct. Amber might live to see the sunrise. Question two, who played the dumb bitch at the beginning of Stab one who answers the phone and gets carved up by the killer?”

“Fuck you.”

“Is that the answer you’re going with?” Tara quickly typed on her phone, going to IMDB and looking at the cast for Stab. “A non-answer counts as a wrong answer Tara. Time’s running out.” He continuously repeated the words tick tock, getting faster and faster as the seconds passed, making Tara more anxious and scroll faster.

“Maybe I made a mistake,” he continued, causing Tara to halt her scrolling for a second. “Maybe Amber isn’t enough motivation.” Tara let out a shaky breath, preparing herself for his next words. “Maybe I should have gone after your little girlfriend,” he spit out, not able to hide is clear hatred. “It’d be much easier, I mean it’s late, there’s no one around. No one would even hear her scream.”

“She has nothing to do with this!” Tara screamed, sobbing into the phone. She couldn’t get the image out of her head of you leaving the bar and getting jumped by Ghostface, getting stabbed and left to bleed out in the street with no one to help.

“She has everything to do with this,” the voice snapped. Tara didn’t even have time to process the clearly emotional outburst. “Tick tock Tara,” they snapped again. “Or should I just kill both? I’m sure I can gut Amber and then make it to-”

“Heather Graham!” Tara screamed finally finding the name, cutting the killer off before he could threaten you again.

“Correct,” he said, going right back to his calmer demeanor. “You pulled that one out, now for the final question, who was the killer in Stab one?”

“Oh, I know this one you fuck,” Tara gasped, realizing she knew the answer. “It’s Billy Loomis! It’s Billy Loomis and he was Sidney’s boyfriend, and he was played by Luke Wilson, and I got you asshole,” Tara couldn’t help but chuckle, relieved at getting the answer right. “I got it! I got it right!”

“Oh, I’m sorry Tara,” he almost sounded sympathetic. “But that’s just not correct.”

“What?” Tara whispered, confused, and not believing what she was hearing. “No no no no it is, that is right.”

"The correct answer is Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, there are two killers in the original Stab. I’m afraid someone’s gotta die now.”

“Nono, Amber I’m coming!” she shouts as she sets down the phone and grabs a kitchen knife, running for her front door.

When Tara threw open her door, she was met with the sight of Ghostface who quickly slashed their knife across her left side. Tara punched them in the face and slammed the door. She fought against Ghostface as he tried to shove his way in but eventually, she got the door shut, quickly locking it.

Tara pulled out her phone again, arming the system again and hitting the button to alert the authorities. She picked up her knife, slowly backing up down the hallway as she heard Ghostface relentlessly banging on the door trying to get in when suddenly the banging stopped. Tara’s heart dropped when she heard the alarm system say it was disarmed, Ghostface had access to her system somehow. Tara quickly armed it again, but Ghostface was ready, disarming it once again. They went back and forth arming and disarming the alarm system until it finally landed on armed.

Tara stood at the end of the hallway gasping for breath as she continued to sob. The landline rang again, startling her and making her swing the knife. She held the wall, sobbing as she made her way back to the landline.

“Hello?” Tara said, her words shaky as she stood in the middle of the kitchen, keeping the hand holding the knife raised.

“Bonus question Tara,” Ghostface whispered.

“Please stop,” she begged.

“Do you think I made it inside your house before you could re-arm?”

Just as Tara’s eyes widened with the realization, Ghostface came out from behind her, stabbing her in the stomach. Tara let out a scream of pain. When Ghostface pushed her into the kitchen island she turned around, smacking him across the head before he could stab her again.

Ghostface grabbed her by the head and shoved her to the floor. Tara rolled over, kicking Ghostface in the stomach. Ghostface brought down their boot, snapping Tara’s leg. Tara rolled over, sobbing from the pain.

Ghostface brought down his knife towards her face, but she reached up, causing the knife to go through her left hand. Tara screamed, holding Ghostface’s arm up as he continued to try and push the knife towards her face despite it still being in her hand. He finally pulled the knife out and Tara kicked him, making him lose his balance and crash to the floor.

Unable to walk, Tara crawled her way to the front door, screaming for help. Just as Tara reached the door and she could hear the police sirens, Ghostface yanked her back, stabbing her in the side several more times.

“Nononononono,” Tara screamed as Ghostface brought his knife down onto her again.

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Loving Mr. Munson Extra- Happy Birthday Baby

This extra was written based on an ask, I hope you all like it😉

🛑 MATURE CONTENT-SMUT WARNING-18+ ONLY-MINORS DNI 🛑

Reader

You had butterflies in your stomach as you heard your husbands truck pull into the yard. Today was a very special day, it was his birthday.

You started the day off by waking him up with a birthday Blowjob, carefully rolling him onto his back, kissing your way down his sculpted, inked body.

" Fuck Sweetheart," his voice rough and sexy from sleep." I'll take waking up like this any day over the alarm clock."

You kissed and licked the path to his Dick, watching the muscles of his abs quiver as your lips lightly tickled his skin." I thought that this might be a nice way to wake you up on your special day. Happy birthday Baby." You wrapped your lips around his thick cock and he swore.

" Fuck, I can't think of a better present than this.Holy Fuck- Jesus Christ Princess-"

You watched him walk out the door this morning with his lunchbox in hand and a smile the size of Texas on his face.

You pulled out all the stops, took the day off so that you could prepare. You decorated the kitchen and living room, went to pick him up his favorite foods to make him a romantic dinner. You made him a triple chocolate birthday cake from scratch, and you hired a carpenter to come over and install his birthday present in the basement. It had been a little embarrassing admitting to the carpenter that it was a stripper pole he would be installing, but if you were going to go through with it, if you were going to be spinning around or hanging upside down for your husband you wanted to make sure it was going to be stable and safe and that was a job for the professionals.

Once the words had been blurted from Robin's mouth, damn that tequila giving you liquid courage, and dropping your inhibitions that drunken night during your bachelorette party,Eddie had been teasing you, asking you when he would get to see your moves.

" I really wish I could have seen you Dollface, I bet you are a natural."

" I am pretty good at wrapping my hands around poles...would you settle for clumsy, awkward lap dance? I'd just be winging it ,no practice -"

" Abso-fucking-lutely."

You did your best, you giggled through most of it ,and you were wearing a baggy tee-shirt sweatpants at the time but Eddie still had a shit eating grin on his face, he loved it. He loved everything you did and because he did you would do anything for him. Including pole dancing. But this time you would be prepared.

You had been inspired while watching the movie Rock of Ages with Lisa, so you started watching videos online, thank God for YouTube, you really could learn how to do anything on there, and you had been practicing as much as you could whenever he wasn't around. You needed to start off simple, you were no professional so you wouldn't get in over your head. You worked on choreography , dancing, timing, watched some burlesque videos for technique, all of these things you could practice without a pole. You had a routine down, at least the dancing part. Now the pole work would be last minute, but you weren't screwing around.You had it in your head that you were going to do it for Eddie on his birthday.

When the handyman left you went right to work. You brought your laptop computer downstairs, propped it up on a stand where you could see it and then threw down some mats and pillows for when the inevitable happened and you fell to the floor. You walked around it , getting a feel for it, testing your grip, testing your strength and thanking God that your core muscles were killer from doing yoga for years now. It was all paying off .

You looked up pole dancing on YouTube and clicked on the video, 10 easy beginner pole dancing moves. You doubted it would be as easy as they made it look, but you wouldn't give up. You started with the inside step, which was easy enough then moved onto the inside hook and the extended fireman. The woman in the video was so graceful and smooth and fluid with her movements. You would get there eventually.

You continued on with the closed crossed legged fireman, the front hook and the skater hold, moved onto the forward crucifix,the sun wheel , the outside step arch and the elbow pirouette. You could feel the muscles in your body getting a workout and decided that this would most definitely be part of your new exercise routine.

You worked on these moves, then found a video for learning a beginner combination in 30 minutes. You chuckled, that seemed a little ambitious.

You practiced the entire day, you had always been a perfectionist and overachiever , eventually adding in the song you had chosen, taking breaks only to make Eddie's cake and prep dinner. Your shoulders and calf muscles were burning but you were feeling confident in your routine. Doing it in the racy little outfit you had chosen would be interesting, but in all honesty you could fall flat on your face and Eddie would pick you up and praise you for doing such an amazing job, and that is what you loved about him.

And now that man you loved was walking through the door with the biggest bunch of balloons you had ever seen. He smiled the moment he saw you." There's my girl."

You chuckled as you ran up to him and pressed a kiss to his lips." How was your day birthday boy?"

" It was good. Those fuckers at the shop filled my office with a million over-the-hill balloons, this bundle here is only a fucking fraction of what was in there. It was fucking ridiculous, granted it was hilarious, but ridiculous. I couldn't get a fucking thing done with those damn balloons floating around. " He let go of the bundle and wrapped his arms around you pulling you in close." This place looks and smells amazing. Thank you Darling. You fucking spoil me."

You smiled and kiss his lips again." You deserve it Baby, and the spoiling isn't over yet." You kissed the tip of his nose." Go sit at the table and relax while I finish dinner, we are having steak and Parmesan crusted baby red potatoes, some green beans. I have some wine already poured for you-"

" Jesus Princess, you didn't have to do all this."

"I did." You took his hand and guided him to the dining room table, watched him sit down then handed him his wineglass."Enjoy Baby."

He gave you the biggest smile then pulled you down for a kiss." Thank you Sweets."

You smiled back then went to finish dinner.

Eddie thoroughly enjoyed the meal, closing his eyes and moaning at the first bite, and you had to admit , you had done alright.

" Now it's time for dessert." You got up to go get his cake and he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap." Are you my dessert Dollface? Because there is nothing fucking sweeter than you." He lightly kissed your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck." It's triple chocolate cake." You smiled.

" Fuck Kitten, you seriously made that cake for me? It's my fucking weakness. I'm really going to need to work out now."

" I'm sure we can figure out ways to burn it off." You winked. " After cake I have another surprise for you."

"What is it?"

" If I told you Baby, it wouldn't be a surprise."

"Give me a hint."

" It's your birthday present."

He smirked." You can't possibly top that incredible blowjob from this morning-"

" I bet I can."

" Can we skip to the surprise then?" He grinned.

" What the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets."

" I want you to sit on my face."

You laughed." Maybe later, first I want to show you your present." You popped up off his lap and ran to grab a scarf from the front closet. When you came back you tied it over his eyes .

" I like where this is going,this is fucking kinky Cupcake."

" Come with me."

" Cum with you, on you , you just let me know what you want Sweetheart."

You laughed again."All of the above, but you have to follow me first." You took his hand and lead him downstairs.

" Leading me to the fucking dungeon Princess? Gonna chain me the fuck up? I could be into that."

You led him to a chair you had set up then sat him down and kissed his lips."Ready for your surprise Baby?"

" You fucking know it."

You stepped aside and tugged the scarf off up over his eyes. " Happy birthday Eddie."

Eddie:

Holy.Fucking.Shit.

" No fucking way."

I sat stunned for a moment. There was no fucking way.

" Do you like it?" My Angel looked at me nervously, eyes wide." Maybe it was presumptuous of me to think you would want it, I should have just got you concert tickets-"

I stood up and lightly pressed my finger over her lips." No Babygirl this is perfect. I'm just, my mind is fucking blown."

I looked at the shiny sliver pole with the big red bow tied around it and I got butterflies in my stomach." That's a fucking stripper pole in our basement."

" I would have put it in the bedroom but there isn't enough room in there for me spin around without hitting something.I hope you don't mind-"

I looked at her and smiled." No Sweetheart, I don't mind." I wrapped my arms around her."This is fucking amazing, when the fuck did you do this?"

" Today, I hired a guy to come install it, if my fat ass is going to be whipping around it I wanted it to be secure."

" You hired someone?"

" Yeah, a carpenter. He was really nice."

I walked her over to it and grabbed onto the pole, trying to move it, nice and secure. "Yeah, that's not going anywhere."

" I've been using it all afternoon. It didn't move."

" You've been fucking pole dancing all afternoon and I wasn't even here to fucking see it!"

" I had to practice my routine! I only had a couple of hours before you got home, I wanted it to be perfect!"

My jaw dropped." You came up with a whole routine in just a couple of hours?"

" I have been watching a lot of videos so I planned it out, I have been practicing the dancing part for a while now when your not home-"

" Watching videos?"

"Yeah, on YouTube. You can learn how to do anything from changing a tire to pole dancing on there "

" No shit!"

"Yeah. I have been planning this out for weeks. You have been teasing me about dancing for you ever since you heard about my drunken escapades," she looked up at me from under her long lashes and bit her lip." Now it's time for me to tease you."

" Fuuuck." Jesus, I could already feel my dick twitching in my pants."So your going to dance for me?"

" I am." She smiled." Now be a good birthday boy and stay right here while I go get ready."

She kissed my cheek then ran up the stairs, leaving me with my heart pounding and a huge smile my face. She was fucking unbelievable.

I grabbed a beer from the small beverage fridge that we kept in the basement, twisted off the cap then went back to my seat of honor. I still couldn't fucking believe it. God, I loved this woman.

I had finished half of my brewski when I heard her footsteps approaching the stairs.

" Baby, close your eyes!"

" Ok, they are closed!"

" No peeking Eds!"

" I promise I'm not!"

"Ok!"

I closed my eyes and squeezed them shut, listened and heard the click of heels on the floor as she set herself up." Your fucking killing me here, Sugar."

" It will be worth it,well I hope it will be. Here," she handed something over to me, a small cd player, " Can you press the button for me Baby, when I say so?"

"Absolutely. Just tell me when."

"Hold on," I heard her shuffle away," God I'm so nervous. I don't want to fuck it up ."

" You're going to be amazing."

" I hope so," I heard her let out a deep breath."Ok, let it rip!"

I pressed the play button then opened my eyes. Standing before me was my sweet Angel, looking hot as fuck, hair and makeup done to perfection, wearing a tight pink dress with a zipper running down the entire length of it,it hugged every gorgeous curve of her body,bon her feet, matching pink platform heels and to top it all off, my leather jacket.

" Fuuuck."

She winked at me as the intro to Def Leppard's Pour some Sugar on Me started. Jesus Christ.

I watched as she danced, shedding off my jacket, moving to the beat of the music. It was so incredibly hot and she was only taking off a fucking jacket. Next she smiled as she fucking teased me, unzipping the front of her dress just a little at a time, biting her plum lip, slowly revealing a sexy little number underneath, zebra print bra and panties, a garter and stockings - another obscenity passed my lips as the dress hit the floor and she was standing there in all her glory. Fucking spectacular. My heart pounded in my chest, my dick getting hard at the sight of her.

She danced her way over, slinked around my chair shaking her ass, shimmying her perfect tits in my face. I reached out to touch her and she backed away shaking her finger at me.

" No touching until after the show Mr.Munson." She smirked.

" Fucking tease." I smirked back.

I watched her as she strutted back to the pole,ran her hand down it than spun around. My breath caught in my throat.

" Goddamn," I whispered to myself as I leaned forward in my seat, spreading my legs, resting my forearms on my thighs.

She swung around the pole with grace and confidence, transitioning smoothly from one movement to the next. She looked like she had been doing this her whole life.

I sat there completely pathetic, panting, jaw practically hitting the floor. She was absolutely stunning and so fucking sexy I was thought I was going to spontaneously combust. I felt my hand slide over the bulge in my pants, adjusting myself,I was so fucking aroused. I wanted her so fucking bad.

I watched her climb the pole, watched her muscles work, watched as she wrapped her legs around the pole and leaned straight back, hair hanging, and then in an instant she was hanging upside down. I stopped breathing for a moment and watched as gracefully dismounted.

I rushed to her, wrapping her up in my arms as she recovered.

" Did you like it Baby?" She asked smiling up at me.

" Did I fucking like it? Sweetheart," I took her hand and brought it down to the front of my jeans where my erection almost had me bursting at the seams." What do you think?"

She cupped me in her hand and gave my dick a squeeze." I think maybe."

" Fuuuck," I brought my hands up to her face, staring into her eyes."Do you have any idea how fucking incredible you are? That was fucking amazing. I can't fucking believe that you just learned that today. "

She smiled shyly. " It didn't always look that graceful. I fell on my ass, literally, in the first 10 minutes. Pretty sure I got a bruise on that one."

I backed away, running my hands along her body, surveying her for damage,and sure enough, there was a large bruise on her left ass cheek. How the fuck did I miss that earlier? Must have been all the other distractions.

I lightly ran my hand over it." Fuck Babydoll, are you ok?"

" I'm fine Eddie."

" I think I need to kiss it and make it better." I smirked then kissed her lips, then licked a trail trail down her throat, her breasts , nipping at her nipples through her semi transparent bra. I heard her moan. My cock was aching.

I dropped down on my knees and kissed her stomach, I watched as goosebumps raised on her skin and continued to her panties. I felt her fingers wind through my hair as I pressed a kiss over her clothed mound,then kissed the inside of her thigh working my way outward to the bruise on her ass where I placed an extra gentle kiss." All better Darling?"

"Mmm, yeah baby all better."

" Good to hear Princess."

" Eddie?"

" Yeah Doll?" I looked up at her, saw her chest heaving and I was glad to know I wasn't the only one struggling to keep it together.

" Can I please fuck you now? I'm so fucking hot for you, the way your eyes were fixed on me as I danced, when I saw your breath hitch-"

I got to my feet and picked her up, her legs wrapped around me and her lips crashed to mine. I walked us back to the armchair I had been sitting in to watch the show ,the backs of my legs hitting the seat.

Her mouth pulled away from mine as she unwrapped herself from me for a moment and ripped at my clothes.

" I need you so fucking bad right now, I feel like I'm going to fucking burst." I moaned as she lowered my pants, my erection finally loose from its constraints. She pulled off my shirt next and threw it across the room . Her hands planted on my chest, she pushed me back into the chair and then straddled me, grinding down on me.

" I can't fucking take it anymore Babygirl, all this teasing is driving me fucking insane." I reached behind her and unclasped her bra then buried my face in her breasts, sucking on them then squeezing them in my hands, pinching her nipples.I heard her gasp.

" Eddie, please, I need you inside me-" she whined in my ear." I need to ride your cock."

" Goddamn Sugar please…" I begged.

She reached down pulling her panties aside and slowly lowered herself down on my cock.

We both groaned loudly, obscenely, lost in the feeling of pure ecstasy. Her tight,wet cunt stretching around me, taking me fully in.

I grabbed her hips and held on, moving her as she rode me hard and fast. I thrusted up inside her, matching her pace, both of us breathing hard. I just about fucking lost it when she pulled my hair, exposing my throat sucking my neck.

" Oh fuck, fuck Angel, are you getting close?"

" So close Baby-"

I reached between us and circled her clit, she arched her back, throwing her head back and her mouth opened, crying out my name.

I finally let go, overtaken by the feeling of release. So fucking good. Every.single.fucking.time, since our first time, it was so good.

I held her tight to my chest, I could feel her heart beating rapidly against me.

" Your fucking unbelievable. Absolutely fucking incredible." I lightly kissed her forehead.

" Not so bad yourself, for an old man." She sat up and smiled.

I cupped her cheek in my hand, running a thumb over her soft lips,she kissed it." Today, all of this," I gestured." Has been fucking amazing. I can't even begin to thank you-"

" You don't have to." She squeezed me." I love you. I want you to know how much I love you."

I chuckled." Getting a pole installed in the basement and working out a whole routine is a pretty good way of saying it."

" We haven't even gotten to the best part yet.

" Impossible, It can't get any fucking better."

" You clearly forgot about the birthday cake."

"Oh shit I did." I smirked." But honestly I have all the Sugar I need right here."

" Your so sweet."

" Come on,Let's go up and get some cake, then we will be ready for round two. Think you could improvise another dance? Maybe to some Metallica?"

" I can't guarantee it will be pretty but I will try."

" That's my good fucking girl."

She smirked." What the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets."

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venturethighs · 2 days

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IMAGINE FEM!READER AND VENTURE BEING FRIENDS BUT ONE DAY FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES VENTURE LOOKS AT ONLYFANS AND FINDS READER ON THERE 😋😋😋

"No. Way." The words escape underneath their breath.

They stare at their screen in disbelief– and thank goodness they were half way across the world from you right now otherwise there would be no explaining themself. Funny. They never thought archeology would be saving their life right now.

It was a joke. It had to be a joke, right? You'd never be an OF girl... you just didn't seem like you'd be interested in something like that. Sure– you were built for it, they took guilty sneak peeks whenever you wore form fitting clothing all the time. The way your clothes always hugged your body in all the right ways, the way the straps of your thong always stuck out of your jeans, the way you didn't wear bras and let your breasts do all the talking.

A gentle pulse begins to beat between their legs.

It all made sense now.

Thoughts ran through their dizzied mind– do they sign up? Maybe just a quick peek wouldn't hurt, right? Oh God. What if you found out? Would you stop talking to them? Would you think they were a creep for being into you?

Their thumb hits tap.

"No– no I really shouldn't..."

Yet they couldn't help themself. They wanted– no, they needed to see it. They needed to know if this was really you, or someone who looked like you, or maybe even someone catfishing your personal photos?

Their hands shake as they enter everything they needed to enter. They even went as far as to make a fake name to not attract attention, not realizing it would still be shown to you on the information page.

Their heart shouldn't be pounding this hard, should it?

The first photo popped up.

The peach colored blush on their face turns ruby red. It was you– no doubt about that– and oh HATHOR you were gorgeous. The thigh highs squeezing the supple flesh of your thighs, the heart shaped garters being the only thing holding said thigh highs up, the thin and translucent fabric of your babydoll showing off all the skin they've only caught glimpses of... the pulsing turns into pounding as their blood rushed through their flustered body.

The second photo was even better.

You're laying down on your bed with your gaze directly on the camera. It felt like you were looking straight at them, enticing them to come closer and give you what you wanted. The further they scroll the more it showed... and they wanted to see everything.

They stumble across their first video, and they're nothing short of hypnotized. The repetitive swaying of your beautiful body on the lewdly shaped toy mounted on the ground was such a treat to see! They timidly turn their sound up and hold their phone even closer to hear the audio that came along with it. Their legs squeeze shut as they picture themself right there with you, heated pants beginning to escape their drool filled mouth.

For a second they hear you start to say something, but you cut yourself off.

And if they weren't the crazy, horny loser they thought they were in this moment, they could've sworn it was their name.

They rewatch the looping video over and over and over. Surely it couldn't be... but their ears can't hear anything else at this point. Their thumb scrolls down to the comment section.

D########: You're such a good doll for me. 🤤

🍭🍬[Y/N]💞🩷: I'm not your doll, but thank you for enjoying my content!

A########: What that mouth do, babygirl?

🍭🍬[Y/N]💞🩷: I'm sure you would love to know, but you'll never find out.

H########: What did you say, @0:58? A name? 👀

J########: @H######## I hear Sloan? But that's just me.

K########: @J######## No, I hear it too. Lucky bastard. If I was them I'd be using all her holes daily. 😋

They toss their phone to the other side of the tent. Surely it was some big coincidence. Sloan is a common name, right? Right? Surely you meant someone else. It couldn't be them. After all, why would someone as lovely as you be interested in such a nobody? You were just friends. Friends who have shared maybe one too many hugs, cuddled for one too many hours, slept in the same bed, played with each others hair, talked to each other hour on end about anything and everything.

It was impossible.

The next thing they knew their phone was ringing. They lean over to fetch it and see your name light up on screen.

Oh no.

Their trembling finger swipes to answer. Nothing could leave their mouth despite all they wanted to say.

"Hello?" Your voice involuntarily causes their legs to clamp shut.

"I can hear you breathing into the phone." You point out.

"Ah– shoot!" They mumble under their breath.

"I saw your name in a very interesting place just now." The tone of your voice sounds playful, like a cat toying with its pray before its inevitable demise.

They laugh nervously. "Oh? Where?"

You don't bother answering. There's only one question on your mind right now. "Did you like what you saw?"

Their breathing increases again as sweat beads down their forehead. Cornered. Trapped. Doomed.

"Is that a no...?" You sounded so sad.

"No! I mean–" Their brain was short circuiting. "It's– it's– it was everything I always wanted to see..."

The admission sounded awful, but it was the truth.

"Really? You mean that?" Your voice perked up. Nice save.

"Yes– of course! I wouldn't lie to you! I promised that I would never lie to you!"

A moment of silence passed between the two of you. It felt like the longest one ever, every second dragging out further and further until they hear your lucious voice speak up again.

"Would you like to collab sometime? You don't have to show your face." You offer.

"W–WOULD I?!" They could hardly contain themself– all composure had been instantly lost once again.

You giggle at the giddiness of their response. "I'll see you in a week then?" You ask.

"I'll be back tomorrow! In the morning! I won't keep you waiting–"

You could hear them haphazardly packing all their things in the background.

"You better not. I can't wait to work with you~!" You snicker.

#answered #V!NNY V!NESAUCE SAID OVERWATCH WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS #... i'm putting this in the tag for research purposes #overwatch x you #overwatch x reader #venture x you #venture x reader #overwatch fanfiction

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spotsandsocks · 2 days

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The Last of the Tea is Gone

This started life as a title prompt from ask game sent to me by @madambeetrootn who I can not tag sadly. They liked it, I liked it so I’ve spruced it up and here it is for a bit of light fluff before 7x10 breaks our heart.

If there’s one thing that Eddie does not like it’s doing the grocery shop, regardless of his feelings though he’ll do a good job, a thorough job and that means making a list. So it’s time to look through the cupboards and check what they need.

The second cupboard door he opens generates a frustrated growl. Reaching up with clenched teeth, he shakes his head, how many times does he have to tell him? Again! This is sadly not the first time he’s found an empty box of teabags sitting on the shelf.

It’s Buck’s tea, the one that he drinks whenever he’s round. Disgusting stuff but for some reason he loves it.

Sighing the sigh of the long suffering Eddie grabs hold of the offending cardboard, why can’t that man ever put an empty box or bottle in the recycling. It’s not that hard. Eddie manages it every day. Even Chris half the time but Buck not so much.

The moment freezes as Eddie looks at his hand holding the vanished tea and a thought blazes through his mind bright and intense and overwhelming.

Buck keeps his tea here, the thought shifts and changes, no …he keeps Buck’s tea here, for him. He remembers buying the last box clearly. Buck wasn’t even with him that day, he was grocery shopping on his own, and why is Buck even with him sometimes when he does the grocery shopping anyway?

After that question others flood his mind.

Why does he buy Buck’s tea? Why does it run out so often?

What does it mean?

He knows, oh god he knows… finally he sees it.

Eddie stays frozen to the spot, staring at the small cardboard cartoon that’s caused him to have an existential crisis in his own kitchen.

Footsteps and a voice finally shake him.

“What’s wrong?” Buck sounds worried. Eddie supposes he probably does make an unusual picture right now. Staring at an empty box. He looks up and finds blue eyes and a frown close by.

“The last of the tea is gone.”

Perfectly clear from his point of view but not so much from Buck’s

“The last of the tea is gone?,” The sentence is repeated with concern and a deepening frown. “And that’s …. a bad thing? You don’t even drink my tea, why are you so upset about it?”

“It doesn’t last very long.”

Another random comment from Eddie at least as far as Buck is concerned but the words mean everything to Eddie.

Buck steps closer, a hand tentatively reaching out to support his best friend through his unexpectedly complicated feelings about tea. He speaks slowly.

“No… that’s ‘cos I drink it. That’s what you do with tea…Eddie are you ok.?”

He’s a man of action always had been so now he knows, well there’s really no option but to do something with the information. He answers his best friend, the man who’s ended up so much more important to him than he could ever have imagined on the day they met. The man he buys tea for and the man who drinks it in his home so often it barely lasts.

“Not really.” Eddie looks at Buck and wonders if he can see what’s coming. “Well maybe …I guess it depends on if you’re in love with me because I just worked out I’m in love with you.”

Buck laughs, a brief surprised bark of humor and then his grin lights up the kitchen.

“Really? That’s what finally did it? An empty box of tea?

Eddie smiles back, how could he not when he has this.

“Apparently. So… are you?”

Eddie doesn’t get an answer but he does get a kiss and that kiss tastes like Buck’s stupid tea, which is isn’t so bad after all.

Maybe he’ll get two boxes next time.

#911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #buddie ficlet #911 fic #911fic #fluff #no time to tag #be back to do that later #title prompt game #buddie fic

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strugglingbigtimw · 1 day

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”Close my eyes, embrace my matter”

Summary: Nanami has a bad day at work, so you decide to help him. Word count: Almost 1K

Cw: sub! Nanami, choking, reader has him in a chokehold, handjob, cum eating, grinding, cursing, marking, dom! reader

A/N: I’ve been missing him, so i decided to treat him and myself.

Nanami Kento is a man burdened with responsibility.

Even now in his late 20s, as he tries desperately to catch a break, the borderline Sisyphean task of leaving work at work suffocates him. That’s where you come in. You often nag him when he returns to the house with blue-black eyebags and a clear chip on his shoulders.

“It’s nothing Darling. I just had a rough day at work.” Your ass.

So you take it upon yourself to care for him in small ways. Making him coffee in the morning. Fixing his tie, or wiping stray hairs or eyelashes out of his face. Ironing and steaming his button-downs to perfection.

Tonight is no different. You wait for Nanami to get out of the shower with some lavender massage oil on your shared nightstand. He’s always told you he thought lavender making you sleepy was an exaggerated pseudo-fact by large wellness corporations, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

You hear the drumming of his footsteps and you assume he’ll fall into his usual routine. He’ll put on his boxers, maybe a loose T-shirt if he gets cold. He’ll sit on the edge of the bed while you carefully dry his hair after some gentle convincing. You’ll try and give him a massage, but he’ll stop you once you reach his shoulders. Nanami has never been comfortable being pampered. Then he’ll lay on the bed with his bagged eyes closed until he eventually falls asleep.

However, he smashes those expectations quickly when he swiftly throws on some boxers and practically throws himself on the bed, still drenched.

Well. At least now you have your chance.

You swiftly straddle his chiseled back. The stray water droplets soak into your garment while you lay yourself on top of him. God, he’s beautiful. You can see the curve of his long lashes and the slight pink that remains on his skin from the heat of the shower.

“Kento.”

“Mhm?” He muffledly asks from his place on the pillow, not even opening his eyes.

“Want a massage, baby?”

He pauses. Usually, he would say no, but tonight is full of surprises.

He gives you an exasperated, “Yes, please.”

So begins the massage. Your skillful, oil-covered fingers lull him into a pleasant limbo. Then, a third expected thing happens, you grab his neck.

In moments like these, he would be able to keep his cool, but the exhaustion and the vulnerability flowing through him and the blood rushing towards his dick makes it difficult for him to hold back. You hear his groggy gasp and see the back of his ears shine a reddish hue.

“Kento…Baby?”

He has no response other than to just bury his head into the pillow in shame.

Still, you know better than to give up.

You lean down pressing your chest into his back, slipping one hand near his jaw and the other close to his happy trail.

“Kento…Did you like that? It’s ok if you did because I liked it too.” You whisper into his ear.

He doesn’t respond but the wiggling of his hips tells you everything.

“Kento, baby, lemme take care of you.” You whisper into his still-burning ear. This night wasn’t supposed to go this way, but fuck, if you both didn’t love it.

You slowly move your oil-covered hand from his jaw and place it near his neck.

“Just lift your head for me a bit baby, ok?”

He complies. You slither your arm under his neck until you can feel his adam’s apple bop into your forearm. You squeeze his throat between your arm and he lets out a groan.

“Good job baby. Tap my arm three times whenever you feel like it's too much ok?”

He grabs your wrist as confirmation. You kiss below his ear while whispering a “Good boy” as you slide your other hand finally down into his boxers.

You already feel him throbbing in your hands. The oil on your hand gets mixed with the surprising amount of precum he’s let out.

“You must really like this. Huh, baby?” You sigh into his nape. He thrusts into your hand.

You thumb his slit and slowly, but surely stroke him. The whole time you whisper to him in between the kisses you leave on his shaking shoulders:

“You’re doing such a great job baby. Thank you for letting me take care of you.”

“You’re so handsome like this. We should do this more often.”

“You’re so turned on right now. Don’t worry, I am too.”

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you like this. Do you want me to choke you harder?”

The combination of the restricted airflow, your hands touching his sensitive dick, and feeling you grinding onto his lower back in an attempt to ease the friction between your legs leaves him gasping. However, what drives him over the edge when you suck a Hickie onto the junction of his neck and shoulders. The feeling and knowing that you wanted him so much in this moment you had to physically claim him? Fucking break him.

He curls his hands into the sheets, almost ripping them underneath his nails as he climaxes. The ropes of his seed shoot into your hand as he convulses under you. He pants and groans as you remove your arm from his neck. You notice you left a red mark around his neck. You suck on your cum covered fingers in an attempt to ease yourself. Tonight truly was something special.

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addiethepup · 2 days

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You've always been a good student, and some of the others called you teacher's pet, but as long as you were learning more you didn't care.

You think it comes from your need to people-please... Ever since you had started working on your psych major it's become more and more difficult to stop yourself from overanalyzing even more than usual.

The most recent class changed everything though, the study of hypnosis has always seemed fascinating, but at the same time inaccessible. There's just so much incorrect information and misrepresentation of hypnosis out there! Taking a class that focused solely on it seemed at first a bit much, but it's definitely helped your stress. It's quickly become your favorite course...

And the professor!! She clearly has such a passion for her subject, and you make sure to show in class how attentive you are. If other students think you're a teacher's pet, you might as well live up to the title. Plus, she's absolutely gorgeous! And her voice can only be described as the feeling of being completely surrounded by warm honey, in sound form. You can't help but feel a flutter deep in your chest whenever she calls on you to give your thoughts... on the current discussion.

About half-way through the semester, you work up the courage to approach her after class to see if she has any outside resources she can point you to. The course is amazing, you tell her, but you feel like a practical example of the application of hypnosis would help you delve deeper and deeper into the material!

For a moment you think you catch a chuckle(?) But this is just a typical request... oh well, it's hard to focus while you look at her anyway! She replies in her silky, smooth, relaxing voice:

"Oh dear, I've been wondering when you would ask! You're my favorite student, of course you deserve some one-on-one training~"

For some reason, what she said seems... off? Somehow? But you can't grasp why... you're her favorite student, that makes sense... but wait, training??

"Relax~"

A thick wave washes over your brain as your train of thought is completely derailed and you're lost in the honey.

"There's nothing to worry about, this is completely normal. I know better than you, right?~"

You nod without realizing

"Good girl! Then let's get started."

She takes you by the hand and leads you to her office, because walking is hard on your own. When you get there, she shuts and locks the door behind you.

"Sit~"

You sit down, seemingly pulled downward by some invisible force.

She laughs, "Oh just look at you! This is going to be even more fun than I thought. Now, as for your request, what better way to understand hypnosis than to be the subject of it yourself? I understand some of the other students call you teacher's pet... and I want to help you fill that role even better! Wouldn't that just be wonderful?~"

The words practically fall out of your mouth, "Yes, ma'am"

"Gooood pet~

Normally, this process would take ages, but you've been listening to all of the extra-credit, haven't you? You don't need you answer, I know you have. That's why you're my favorite~"

You let out an absent-minded whine, impossibly willing to do whatever your new owner instructs of you.

She pulls out a collar and leash, and for some reason you yearn for them.

"The main point of the extra-credit was to create two separate triggers; one with a collar, and another with a leash. When I snap this collar around your neck, your sense of identity will be exclusively that of a pet. When I attach the leash, my words will replace your thoughts. What I want from you will become what you want to do~"

You cant understand her words, yet the anticipation as she walks around to the front of her desk is nearly unbearable, and you are practically shaking from the excitement.

"Still."

You freeze immediately. This command seemed more forceful than the others somehow, but you don't have time to consider it any further before-

Snap- and the collar is around your neck.

Any worries or thoughts you had lurking in your subconscious are dispersed immediately as the bliss of emptiness somehow becomes even more encapsulating.

"Much better, pup~"

Your owner's voice makes you wag your imaginary tail. She's praising you! The satisfaction is overwhelming, but this is interrupted by a-

Click- and there's your leash.

"Down~" You're on your knees

"Open~" Your mouth falls open as you begin to pant eagerly

"Sleep, puppy~" These are the final words you have even the faintest memory of.

You're such a good student

You're such an obedient puppy

You're the perfect teacher's pet

#teacher x student #t4t nsft #t4t ns/fw #t4t puppy #wlw nsft #hypnosis #hypnosub #puppy sub #bd/sm puppy #hypno pet #hypno fantasy #mtf ns/fw #lesbian #hypnotized #hypnok1nk #queer nsft #minors dni #men dni

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wholoveseggs · 1 day

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Hey can can I ask for something soft with Elijah? Like a lot of praise kink it could even be her first time and he's so gentle and aftercare please

Gratitude

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

It's a warm summer night and Elijah plans a special date for you, hoping to make your dreams come true.

♡♡ Thanks for the request lovely anon! I love writing about soft and sweet Elijah ♡♡

4.7k words - Warnings: smut, oral sex, virgin!reader, first time, so fluffy, so sweet, lots of praise, cuddles & tiramisu ...

It was a rather warm day in New Orleans, the birds were chirping and the sun was shining bright. You enjoyed the feeling of the sun on your skin, the warm breeze in your hair.

You were on your way to the compound, Elijah had invited you over for a special date night. A smile crept up on your lips at the thought, you felt giddy and breathless. You had never been so in love, it was a magical feeling, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, a tingly feeling running through your body whenever you saw him.

It was still so hard to believe that this handsome, intelligent man could love you, wanted you, the same way you wanted him. You had spilled all your secrets to him, told him things about yourself that you had never shared with anyone else. Your heart felt so safe in his hands, he made you feel like you could tell him everything and he would still love you, still be there for you.

So you had decided to share something very special with him, something you had never shared with anybody before, something that you could only give once.

The closer you got to the compound the more nervous you got, not in a bad way, it was the good kind of nervousness, the butterflies in your stomach were fluttering harder and faster, your heart beat a bit quicker, your breathing was a little heavier, the giddiness increased.

A few minutes later you entered the compound and the smell of delicious food immediately hit your nose. Elijah had cooked dinner, your favourite meal. He was always so thoughtful, remembering little details about you and making sure to take good care of you.

You practically skipped into the kitchen, expecting to see Elijah, but it was empty, instead you spotted a note on the table, you recognized his beautiful handwriting.

My love, I've gone out to pick up dessert, please go ahead and make yourself comfortable, enjoy a glass of wine in the garden, it's such a lovely evening. -E

Your smile grew as you read the note, he had a tendency to be rather extra, always making you feel special.

You walked towards the wine cabinet and took out one of your favourite red wines and a glass before walking into the living room towards the garden.

"Don't you look absolutely lovely this evening," Klaus' voice sounded from the sofa, his nose buried in a book, he didn't even bother to look up.

"Thank you," you replied with a shaky voice, Klaus always made you feel nervous, but Elijah had assured you that his brother wouldn't hurt you, that he would respect your relationship and he had, but he did enjoy teasing you a bit too much, he knew exactly what buttons to push.

Klaus put his book down, "I see my brother has gone overboard for your date tonight. How long has it been, three months?" He looked at you, smirking.

You gulped, "Yeah," you managed to squeak out, not breaking eye contact.

"Hmm, and yet you haven't stayed the night here, not a fan of sleepovers?" Klaus grinned.

You blushed and quickly looked down, "We're just taking it slow," you replied shyly, knowing that that wasn't the truth, Elijah was waiting for you to be ready.

Klaus chuckled, "I see, well I will let you enjoy your evening then," he stood up and walked past you, stopping right behind you, he whispered in your ear, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

You blushed even harder and quickly turned around, but he was already gone. You sighed and walked out onto the patio, trying to calm down, it didn't take long for your nerves to go away.

Elijah had gone overboard, the whole patio had been decorated, a blanket and pillows laid out in the middle, fresh flowers everywhere, with twinkle lights hung all over the place. It was absolutely stunning.

You let out a quiet squeal of excitement and quickly poured yourself a glass of wine, sitting down in the soft blankets and pillows. You sipped your wine while enjoying the peaceful sounds and smells, the warm breeze brushing against your skin.

Alone with your thoughts, the nervousness started to come back, you shifted against the pillows, squeezing your thighs together. You couldn't help but think of what was going to happen later. The idea of Elijah touching you, filled your stomach with butterflies, a heat forming between your legs.

You heard the door slide open, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Sorry I was gone for so long," Elijah smiled at you, "I couldn't find the right dessert."

He bent down to give you a quick kiss, placing a paper bag next to you.

"No worries," you smiled, "This is absolutely gorgeous," you gestured around you.

"Not as gorgeous as you," Elijah looked at you with admiration in his eyes.

"You're just being sweet," you blushed, looking down.

He softly pressed his lips against yours, his hand moving to cup your cheek. You kissed him back, putting your hand over his.

"Are you ready for tonight? I don't want you to feel any pressure," he asked softly, his eyes full of love and adoration.

"I'm nervous, but in a good way, I'm excited," you assured him.

"Good," he said and leaned in to kiss you again.

The servers came out with the dinner Elijah had prepared. It was delicious and the evening went by fast, you talked about everything and nothing, your conversations with him were always so easy and effortless.

"So," Elijah said as the servers took away the last plates. "Dessert?"

"I'd love that," you nodded, smiling.

He reached into the paper bag and pulled out a container. "Tiramisu," he said, opening the lid.

"My favourite," you said, looking at the desert with wide eyes.

"I know," Elijah winked.

You blushed and leaned forward to take a bite, moaning at the delicious taste, you had never had a better tiramisu, the creamy texture mixed with the bitter coffee and sweet ladyfingers.

Elijah couldn't tear his eyes away from you, hearing you moan was music to his ears. He couldn't wait to hear you make that noise again.

"You have a little cream there," Elijah chuckled, wiping it away from the corner of your mouth.

You blushed and watched as Elijah licked the cream off his finger, it was such a simple gesture, but it made your panties flood, you couldn't help the small gasp that escaped your mouth.

Elijah chuckled, you were so sweet and innocent. He loved seeing you flustered.

The sun had started to set, painting the sky in orange and pink colours, it was beautiful. You sat on the pillows, admiring the sunset and the stars slowly appearing in the dark sky, candles providing some light.

You leaned your head against Elijah's shoulder, letting out a content sigh, you felt so safe and warm, his arms around you.

"Thank you for tonight," you mumbled.

"Of course," Elijah whispered and kissed the top of your head, "I wanted to make it special," he said softly.

A comfortable quietness settled over the two of you, just enjoying each other's company, and the beautiful summer night.

Your mind raced, thinking of what came next, a warmth pooling between your legs, a wetness starting to form. You wanted him so badly, the thought of his touch was exciting and a bit scary, but you trusted him.

"Elijah? Can I ask you a personal question?" You asked nervously.

"Of course," he said softly, stroking your arm.

"What was your first time like?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Hmm, a very long time ago," Elijah chuckled. "She was a sweet girl, I was a young man, very eager," he smirked, thinking back.

"Were you nervous?" You asked, a hint of shyness in your voice.

"Extremely," Elijah said, smiling to himself. "I had no idea what I was doing... sex ed was nonexistent back then."

You giggled, imagining a nervous, young Elijah, all lanky and awkward.

"Fortunately she was a good teacher, she took control, guiding me, we laughed a lot and it was fun, despite not lasting very long," he smirked.

"Sounds like it was a good experience," you replied.

"I actually did something so embarrassing...I'll never forget the look on her face," Elijah shook his head, a laugh escaping his mouth.

"What was it?" You asked, hoping not to repeat his mistakes.

"Well... afterwards... we were cuddling and I... Thanked her," Elijah said, shaking his head, smiling.

"Thanked her?" You asked confused.

"Yeah, I thanked her for allowing me to have sex with her," he laughed.

"Oh my god," you burst out laughing. "How did she react?"

"She stared at me, completely dumbfounded, then she burst out laughing," Elijah shook his head. "Only then did I realise that wasn't the thing to say," he chuckled.

"Yeah, probably not," you giggled, imagining the situation. "But still very sweet of you," you smiled.

Elijah hummed softly, pulling you tighter, kissing the top of your head again.

The candles had died down, the patio was mostly dark now, the stars and the moon were the only things providing light.

You relaxed into his touch and the sweet scent of his cologne, it was so familiar, so comforting.

"Can we go inside?" You asked, looking up at him.

He nodded and helped you to your feet, leading you to his bedroom, which was just as thoughtfully decorated as the garden. He had scattered flowers on the bed, pink and red petals forming a heart on the soft cotton sheets.

Elijah could sense your unease, the tiny ways your body reacted, the quickening rise and fall of your chest, the skipping of a beat. It reminded him of his first time, the excitement and anxiety mixed together. He knew he had to take the lead, make you feel comfortable, make you feel confident and safe.

He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing your neck softly.

"We can stop at any point, no matter how far we've gone, okay?" Elijah spoke quietly in your ear.

"Okay," you whispered, closing your eyes, his words giving you a sense of security.

You relaxed against him, enjoying the softness of his lips. His hand went to the zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down, his fingertips grazing your spine as he did.

Elijah's other hand lightly traced along the straps of your dress, pushing them off your shoulders, letting the dress fall around you.

Your hands instinctively went to cover yourself, having never been naked with anyone like this, having anyone's eyes on you.

Elijah noticed your hesitation and kissed the sensitive spot right behind your ear, his stubble tickling your neck, making you giggle.

"You are beautiful," he whispered in your ear.

Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink and you smiled shyly, not used to being complimented like that, and knowing that he really meant it.

"Can I see?" He asked softly, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with every step of the way.

A wave of heat travelled through your body, another blush creeped up, settling on your cheeks. You felt so vulnerable, yet it felt right, safe, with him.

You took a deep breath and slowly moved your hands away from your chest, your arms resting by your sides, allowing him to look at you.

"Perfect," Elijah whispered, his hands slowly caressing your arms, his lips pressing soft kisses on your shoulder.

You loved the sound of his voice, the way his lips felt on your skin, they were so soft, so gentle. His hands were on your hips, his fingers travelling along the edge of your panties, he pulled on them slightly and let them snap back into place, teasing you.

You turned around to face him, your hands sliding up his chest and pushing his suit jacket off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with your dress.

Elijah cupped your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb across your cheekbone, lovingly looking down at you. You were so lovely and sweet, the trust you had in him made his heart flutter.

You locked eyes as you started to unbutton his shirt, your lips parted, your breath heavy, your chest heaving. Each inch of his chest that you revealed, made the fire in the pit of your stomach grow. You ran your fingers along his muscular chest, looking up at him shyly.

He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, his hands roaming down your body, gently kneading your ass, pulling you closer.

You gasped as he pressed your body into his, you could feel his erection against your stomach, it was a bit intimidating, the size and shape, but at the same time you wondered what it would feel like inside you.

Elijah let his shirt join his suit jacket, then his hands travel up your back, slowly unclasping your bra. He moved his fingers along your arms, gently removing it before he tossed it aside, his eyes never leaving yours.

You blushed under his intense gaze, feeling very exposed and vulnerable. You felt his hands gently cupping your breasts, smiling down at your flushed face.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered and softly squeezed them, rolling your hard nipples between his fingers.

A small moan escaped your lips, his touch sending sparks straight to your core.

"Do you like that?" Elijah asked softly.

"Yes," you breathed out, your hands gripping his biceps.

"Tell me what else you like," Elijah hummed, slowly walking you backwards towards the bed, his hands moving up to your shoulders, gently pushing you down onto the sheets.

"I..." You were at a total loss for words, he was leaning over you, his hands on either side of your waist. You felt his knee press against the bed between your legs, spreading them.

Elijah could tell you were enjoying yourself by the way your body reacted to his touch. The way your hips subtly pushed forward, the way your blood pumped faster, the way your breathing got heavier.

He dipped his head and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking and gently biting. You moaned softly, tangling your fingers in his hair. Elijah chuckled, moving to your other nipple, his tongue swirling around the hard nub.

He released your nipple with a pop, looking up at you, "I asked you a question, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry," you gasped, feeling him move his knee higher between your legs.

"It's okay, just relax," he said soothingly, his lips pressing against yours.

He kissed you slowly, waiting for you to make the next move, wanting to make sure that you were comfortable enough to ask for what you needed.

You could feel him smile against your lips, "There we go," he hummed approvingly as you began to rub yourself on his knee, your hips rolled, slowly building a rhythm.

Your hands explored his arms and shoulders, feeling the soft chest hair underneath your fingertips. Your hands moved lower, feeling his toned stomach and the v muscles along his hips, stopping at the waistband of his pants.

Your fingers toyed with the fabric for a moment, debating what to do next, your heartbeat fast and your brain a bit hazy. Your eyes flickered up to meet his, his gaze was intense, with an obvious lust behind them.

You blushed and quickly looked away, nervousness washing over you.

"It's okay, we can go nice and slow," Elijah whispered into your ear, kissing along your neck as his hands travelled down your body.

You could only let out a small noise of pleasure, trying to swallow past the lump forming in your throat, nerves getting the better of you.

Elijah's fingers caressed your thigh as his lips made their way down your body, paying careful attention to every inch, every piece of skin, every curve, kissing each freckle and scar, until he reached your belly button.

He looked up at you through his lashes, pulling down your panties agonisingly slowly.

You shifted uncomfortably, your legs starting to tremble now that you were completely bare and exposed to him.

Elijah dropped your panties on the floor, his eyes finally able to look at the place he wanted to be for weeks.

You pulled your knees together, shrinking back from his gaze. You felt so embarrassed, so inexperienced, so clueless. You were afraid that you would disappoint him, knowing nothing about pleasuring another person.

He gently nudged your thighs apart, his thumb gently caressed your hip, kissing the other. "So pretty," he hummed as he trailed more kisses down your thigh.

He watched as your chest kept rising and falling rapidly, getting more and more intense the closer he got to the one place he wanted to spend the night worshipping.

Your hands fidgeted nervously, unsure of what to do with them, you squeezed them by your sides, digging your fingernails into the sheets. Your mind was racing with a million insecurities and desires all at once.

The first gentle flick of his tongue felt like heaven, your eyes rolling back as your breath hitched in your throat.

"Oh," you sighed softly, your hands immediately going to his hair, threading your fingers through his locks and tugging slightly.

Elijah nipped and sucked at your inner thighs, building you up, "You taste so sweet," he said, before lapping at you again.

He felt your body starting to react, your hips pushing against his mouth, searching for more, more friction, more release, more pleasure.

His tongue felt amazing, swirling around your most sensitive spot, teasing you over and over. You had touched yourself before, but nothing like this, nothing you had ever done felt this good.

Your legs trembled, unable to stay still, but Elijah pinned them down, his strong hands tight around your thighs, holding you against the bed.

You couldn't help the noises coming out of you, as you gasped for air, watching Elijah bury his face between your thighs. You sat up a bit on your elbows, watching him please you.

His face was pressed so close to you, his eyelashes fluttered as his tongue flicked your clit. His nose nudging your most sensitive spot with every movement of his head.

"Elijah," you moaned, tugging on his hair, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets.

He couldn't get enough, the way your thighs trembled in his hands, the way your scent invaded his senses, the noises, the taste. You were everything he could dream of and more. His sweet girl.

As the heat between your legs grew, so did the pleasure, the familiar feeling of an orgasm was building within you. There was something utterly magical about having the person you love make you feel this good, how your heart swelled and pulsed along with the throbbing between your legs.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you felt your head spin, falling back onto the pillows. Your back arched and your hips began to move of their own accord, searching for more pressure, more release.

Your breath caught in your throat and then your body was overwhelmed with that wonderful blissful tingling feeling, crashing and crashing, over and over. All your muscles tensed and untensed, your mind going completely blank and fuzzy.

Elijah helped you ride out the waves of pleasure, licking you slowly, letting you come down from your high. Your eyes closed and lips parted, your hips still slowly moving on their own.

When the aftershocks finally faded, you opened your eyes, your chest heaving. Elijah was looking up at you, his hair wild and his cheeks covered in your wetness. Your whole body turned red as you blushed. You covered your face in embarrassment.

Elijah chuckled, wiping his face off on your thigh and then kissing and nipping his way up your body.

"Hey," he whispered, peppering little kisses on your hands.

You peeked at him through your fingers, giving him a coy smile.

He laughed softly and moved his hands along your arms, smiling down at you. He had never seen anything more gorgeous. You blushed like crazy and could barely handle him touching you.

He kicked off his pants and leaned forward pressing his lips to yours as he pulled the sheets over the two of you, cocooning you both under the white cotton.

You giggled, the feeling of his skin in the low light and his soft kisses kept your mind busy, allowing the pleasant butterflies to flourish.

"Still nervous?" Elijah asked playfully.

"A little," you admitted.

"We can stop," he hummed, stroking your hair.

"No way," you said, a smirk pulling at your lips.

Elijah grinned and then kissed you deeply. His hands explored your body, feeling the smooth curves and dips. He pushed you onto your back and pulled you gently under him, the sheets softly rustled with his movement.

The air was stuffy and warm under the covers, but you were both happy to stay enclosed. Cosy and surrounded by just each other, in your own little universe of bliss.

You could feel his erection hard and warm against your skin, the only thing separating you now was his boxers. You bit your lip, he was so big, far more impressive than any toy you had used.

Your fingers hesitantly pushed his underwear down, reaching between your bodies. Your hand was shaking as you felt his skin, soft but so firm, warm and delicate.

You wrapped your hand around him as best you could, feeling the silky skin, slowly stroking him. It was a feeling that was new to you, the first time feeling someone else like this. Your eyes met his and your stomach did a somersault, you felt so close, so intimate.

"Is this okay?" You asked in the softest tone, causing Elijah to lean into you and catch your lips in a passionate kiss.

"It feels wonderful," he murmured against your lips, his hips pushing into your touch, loving the sensation of your sweet touch.

Slowly, your hand moved along his shaft, your fingertips lightly squeezing him every so often. Your mind raced, nerves were creeping in again, it was time, it was actually happening, there was no backing out now.

You opened your legs a little wider, inviting him in, you knew that it might hurt a bit, but you were in the safest place you could possibly be, with the sweetest man you could ask for.

He put his hand over yours, guiding himself to your entrance, his tip just barely grazing you. He took a deep breath, leaning into you, resting his weight on his forearm.

"I don't want to hurt you," Elijah whispered. "Tell me what feels good and I'll keep doing it."

You nodded and relaxed the tension that you didn't even realise you were holding. He supported his body and then eased into you slowly.

You inhaled sharply, your hands tightened into fists, holding onto his shoulders tightly, it hurt a bit more than you thought.

He paused, kissing you, his lips sweet and slow. You gradually started to feel more comfortable, his warm, firm length slowly filling you, inch by inch.

You broke the kiss and let out a deep shaky breath, the pain fading into pleasure. His lips didn't waste a moment, showering kisses along your neck.

"You're doing so good," he hummed. "I love how you feel," he breathed out heavily, not sure how long he was going to last, after fantasising about this moment for weeks.

You had imagined this moment so many times, how all your senses would react, but in your mind, it never felt like this. He was warm, careful and tender, protective and soft, loving and sweet. You felt so full of him, stretched in the most pleasurable way.

It was so strange and new, to feel this intimacy, to feel the connection. Your hearts beating, his lips on your skin, your hands laced together, your bodies melting into one.

He began to move slowly, with deep, gentle strokes. You tilted your hips slightly, the angle changing, his length brushing along the sensitive spot inside of you. A moan came flying out of your mouth as an incredible jolt of pleasure rocked your body.

Elijah made sure to keep the same angle, rolling his hips perfectly, listening to your small noises of pleasure, memorising every sigh and moan that escaped your perfect lips.

There was no rush, he didn't speed up, content on just making you feel good for as long as you both could last.

You were lost in a haze, your hands intertwined, the heat of the sheets surrounding you, the bed creaking with his even strokes. Everything in the outside world seemed to evaporate, there was nothing outside of the cocoon of your love.

It wasn't long until you were both moaning together, your chest heaved, your hips grinding together. He felt so deep, your fingers digging into his biceps, trying to ground yourself.

"Such a good girl," Elijah whispered. Observing a layer of sweat covering your skin. He could feel you squeezing around him when he praised you, your legs closing around his waist, pulling him close.

"Hmmm, you like that?" he murmured, kissing the side of your neck.

He felt you moan more and arch your back slightly, too lost for words, your mind was flooded with pure pleasure. All he wanted was to indulge in every single fantasy that had crossed your mind, to feel every sweet emotion that flowed through your veins.

"My love," Elijah mumbled, his own heart thrumming. You felt like a dream to him. "You were made for me,"

All your senses were overloading, his hands, his skin, his scent, his sweet voice in your ear, telling you how good you made him feel.

You squeezed his hands, letting out the sweetest moan he had ever heard. One he would etch into his memory forever, memorising the pitch, the way it started and fell, the softness of the sound.

You squeezed him so tightly that you almost pushed him out of you, your second orgasm washed over you, your mind focused solely on the warmth and fullness of his body on top of yours. It felt like nothing you could describe, emotional and overwhelming, absolute heaven.

Elijah could no longer contain himself, the feeling of you and the sounds of your moans of pleasure pushed him over the edge.

You watched him as his eyes squeezed shut, his muscles tense and he let out the sexiest groan, vibrating through his chest and into yours. You felt his warm release fill you as he thrust deep inside of you.

He kissed you deeply as you both rode out your highs together. Wrapped up in sheets and each other, you simply existed for a while, breathing heavily, your chests heaving against one another. Your breathing falling in sync after some time.

When the high had faded, he gently pulled out and collapsed next to you, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest. You felt sticky and exhausted, but happier than you ever had.

He pulled back the sheets, the cold air making you snuggle closer, his warmth radiating through your bodies. You kissed lazily and then simply laid together, listening to the other's heartbeat and breath.

"Thank you," you teased, looking up at him with a cheeky grin.

Elijah tickled your sides, rolling on top of you, smirking as you giggled and struggled to escape.

"How dare you throw my embarrassing secret back in my face, and so soon after we've made love," he growled, playfully, his lips peppering kisses all over your face.

"Oh, thank you Elijah! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You squealed between laughs.

He smiled, kissing your forehead and then rolling off of you, laying on his side, pulling you to his chest. You rested your cheek against his shoulder, running your fingertips along the soft hair that was scattered across his chest.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," you giggled, kissing your way up his neck.

"Worth the embarrassment," he said, gently lifting your chin with his finger and bringing your lips to his in a soft lingering kiss. "And you are very welcome,"

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