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exhaslo · 5 months

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Puzzle Pieces Pt. 2

(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)

Part 1

Warning: Eventual Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, blood, murder, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex

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Normally, the inside of a freezer would be packed with boxes of meat or other cold food. Normally, a freezer would just be a place where workers popped in, grabbed the item they were looking for, and popped out. Unfortunally, this was no normal freezer. Behind the large wall of maze like boxes, was a large room.

Miguel's lazy gaze followed out of the maze and into the ice cold room. There, in the middle, was a man hanging upside down. Miguel's men all moved away from the hanging man, waiting for their boss' order. Miguel let out a quick sigh, watching his breathe.

"I only like to be this cold in the winter," Miguel started as he walked around the upside down, "What month is it?"

The prisoner just spat towards the floor, refusing to answer. His scowl towards Miguel and his men was filled with anger. Miguel scoffed in response and snapped his fingers. In and instant, Ben punched the man in the stomach. Peter bend down and grabbed the enemy by the hair.

"I don't like repeating myself."

"Tch, September." The man hissed. Miguel scoffed again,

"So winter is still a ways away." He stood in front of the man and pulled out a large meat cutting tool, "Vulture has some nerve having his men enter my territory. Looks like I'll have to teach him a lesson again."

"Kill me all you want, but Vulture won't be shaken by the likes of you!"

"Kill?" Miguel snorted, his cruel laugh echoing the freezer, "You must be new. We Spiders don't kill-"

Peter and Ben dropped the man to the ground, ignoring his grunts. The two brought him to a chair and held him down. Miguel's smirk grew wider as he approached the man slowly,

"Simplemente romperemos cada hueso de tu cuerpo. Una vez que hayas aprendido tu error, haremos lo que hacen las arañas y te sacaremos de tu miseria. (We'll just break every bone in your body. Once you learned your mistake, then we'll do as Spiders do and put you out of your misery.)"

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It was finally time for you to go home. Your body was exhausted from working. If everyday was going to be like this, you honestly might not last. Slowly making your way out of the supermarket with some groceries, you whimpered. After walking a block, you finally cried. It was such a rough day.

The sheer pressure of everyone's presence was going to break you. Rubbing your eyes, you whimpered as people passed you by without a care. That was normal. It was normal. Shuddering a sigh, you continued to walk to your new home. No one ever checked up on you. No one ever thought to care how your feelings were. So why bother now?

Once you finally arrived home, you put your groceries away, showered and plopped onto your bed. You were too tired to make dinner. Too tired to check your laundry. Reaching for your phone, you double checked your alarms in case you fell asleep. As you did, you saw a text from one of your friends.

'Hey, so I know you don't want Eddie to know you moved, but like, he seems really worried.'

Your eyes started to tear up. Some friend. They were falling right into Eddie's palm. This was why you only told your parents and like two people about your sudden move. You had hoped they would keep a secret, but you should have known better. Which was why you never told them where in NYC you were.

'Don't tell him.' Was all you replied with.

This wasn't fair. You moved away for a reason. All you could do was hope that your parents and your two friends would stay quiet. Sobbing into your pillow, you curled into a ball and wept yourself to sleep.

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If any part of you was ready for a vacation, it was your eyes. They had bags all packed up and ready to go. You had been living in Nueva York for about one month now. It was still a hard adjustment for you. The trains scared you, your neighborhood scared you, your job scared you and your past haunted you.

"The usual?" Your supervisor questioned.

You raised your head tiredly, knowing that phrase by now. It was the handsome man from your first day. He only appeared every now and then to either pick something up or to do into the freezer. If not him, then one of his men.

"Number two, zero, nine, nine."

"Yes, sir."

That was a code you still couldn't memorize. Once your supervisor left, you slowly turned to place your wrapped meat into the display case. Your gaze focused on the handsome man before you, captivated by his intense stare. You could feel your heart race as it felt like he was glaring into your soul.

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Miguel had entered the supermarket, wanting to grab a quick bite to eat. He was in the area and wanted to escape his lackeys. They were about to have a meeting with another mafia gang, but Miguel had no intension of making peace.

Approaching the deli, Miguel inhaled deeply. It was busy and loud. He tilted his head, looking for the shy bunny, aka you. Once he spotted you, Miguel furrowed his brows. He approached the supervisor, demanding his usual. Once the Supervisor left, Miguel got a better look at you.

You faced him and froze. Those wide glossy eyes of yours had a wave of exhaustion. Your skin looked paler despite the redness of your cheeks. Miguel could see you tremble as you made eye contact with him. Your face turning even redder. It made him chuckle. Miguel was both amused and annoyed.

"You've gotten thinner, conejita (bunny). Are you not eating properly?" Miguel asked out of concern. Your lips parted ever so slightly,

"N-Not...um...N-Not really...B-But that's m-my fault." You whispered, shaking from his pressence.

Miguel's eyes widen as he finally heard your soft and sweet voice. It was like honey to his ears. You were so quiet that he almost didn't hear you either. Miguel watched as you played with your fingers, your sleeves rubber banded against your wrists. He furrowed his brows, wondering why they weren't rolled up any higher.

"What's your name?" Miguel asked. You flinched, glancing up at him again,

"(Y/N)." You answered.

"So sorry, sir! She's still learning the ropes here!" The Supervisor panicked as he rushed over with Miguel's order. Miguel nearly shot him a glare,

"I spoke to her first." He said and returned his gaze towards you, "It was a pleasure, (Y/N). Until next time."

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You felt your breathing return to normal as Miguel parted you with a goodbye. The way your name rolled off his tongue sounded so sweet. It almost made your heart flutter. Almost. Your fear of him was far greater than admiring him.

Returning to work, you couldn't get Miguel off your mind. You had known his name for a while, but now he finally knew yours. That and he even noticed that you lost weight. Not even your closest friends or family noticed back home. Your shoulders sunk at the thought. Were you losing too much weight now?

It was hard. You always got home tired and didn't feel like doing much of anything. Whenever you did manage to make food, it was something simple and unhealthy. This lifestyle wasn't working out for you. Perhaps you needed to schedule a doctor's appointment and get professional advice?

"M-Maybe...I'll do that...later." He mumbled to yourself.

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Miguel made his way out of the supermarket, still thinking about you. He entered his vehicle, letting his driver take him back to his headquarters. You were so shy. Not like any of the other girls. Leaning back in his seat, Miguel glanced over to the woman whom he fucked earlier that day.

What did he have to do to hear your moans? You weren't going to give him anything fake. Miguel resisted a chuckle as he licked his lips at the thought. His cock buried deep into your shaking body. Your moans coming out almost pornographic as he ravished you. Oh, the thought couldn't be anymore sweeter.

"Parece que tengo un conejito que cazar. (Looks like I have a bunny to hunt.)"

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1800jjbarnes · 4 months

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟎: 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟/𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ◇

Let Me Help

【Synopsis】 : You didn't know what it meant to be on heat, let alone know you could have one since you weren't a wolf... but here you were, and Bucky was going to help you through it.

『W.C』 : 1.95k

-> Genre: Smut. Wolf Au. Fantasy Au. Fluff.

Paring: Werewolf!Bucky x Human!Reader

[Warnings] : Swearing. Unprotective sex. Pet names. Neck kisses, hickies. Biting. Cumming inside [don’t do that unless you wan babas] Alpha kink. Knotting. Slight choking. Rough sex. Fluff stuff. Some Omegaverse stuff

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You were a human. That fell in love with a werewolf and now you’re his mate and live in a den with all his other wolf friends that are also his pack and you are the first human to be mated to one of the wolves in this pack in history. And plus you are now experiencing what they call a heat but you aren’t a wolf and none of the she-wolves or the alchemist knows what to do so you are pacing back and forth in your bathroom waiting for your lover to come home from a full moon cleanse to tell him to help you through something you’ve never been through before….

Missing anything?

“Fuck!” Your hand slipped off the basin in the bathroom, clutching your stomach. You’ve never experienced such a pain before only being able to compare period pains or when you’ve eaten bad food. But the alchemist, Wanda had warned you since you were human the heat would be way more severe to you than a normal she-wolf. Expressing it might feel like being stabbed or disembowelment. Lovely...

You washed your face with ice-cold water multiple times to try and cool the heat rushing through you but nothing was helping. You felt like you were losing your mind and you had no idea what to do, or how to fix it. All you knew was you needed your mate and needed him now.

Maybe a shower would work? But wait... Why were you now standing under the shower head fully clothed? When did you even turn the shower on let alone get in? Your mind was jumping, hazing. Everything was happening so quickly yet standing still at the same time. You cried, sobbing out for Bucky. Crouching down you let the cold water spray on your hunched back as you hug your knees. The headache was bad and the cramps were worse. Your body was shutting down, making you wonder if this heat could kill you if not looked after.

You couldn’t let your mind slip any further, suddenly hearing the bathroom door being slammed open. A large, beefy Bucky came rushing into the shower. He wasn't wearing a shirt, probably not caring to fully dress when he turned back into his human form. His jeans were getting soaked from the water as he bent down to grab your waist, pulling you up to stand on your feet. You wanted to fall back down but his large frame caged you, holding you tightly so you wouldn't slip. His mouth found your neck sucking on just the right spot. You knew from the little research you had done that it would of most likely been the spot where your glands had been if you were a she-wolf and it was also the spot on your neck that he would mark when you get bounded as soulmates.

He had yet to do so, worried it might affect you if he would knot you. So Instead, when he found the urge to mark you when you both were having sex in the past, he would bite the pillow next to you or the couch arm, or even his own hand. Never would he sink his fang in your sweet soft flesh. His lips kiss along your jugular making you whimper. The small bit of pleasure was sending your mind into a spin. He managed to push you against the wall, tugging at your wet clothing to get it off your shaking body. He would kiss your cheeks, then your forehead, then the corner of your mouth. He would whisper just above the sound of the shower, ‘My pretty pup,’ ‘Let me take care of you,’ ‘That’s it baby, just breath.’

He threw the wet fabric out of the shower making it land on the floor somewhere out of sight. He took this moment, to gaze upon your beautiful body. He could smell you dripping down your leg, making him groan. It was enough to feel the tightness in his jeans get worse. He wanted nothing more than to lose control and knot you like he should. But you were human. Such a fragile thing. Not like a she-wolf that could take his strength. But he had no idea that was exactly what you needed at this moment. “James please, help me. It hurts.”

The cramps were becoming worse when not his touch was soothing some of the aches in your joints. You needed him inside you, desperately. “Please, I need you inside…” Fuck… dirty talk was something you rarely did, finding it too embarrassing to do. Bucky on the other hand was born to be filthy. He loved watching you squirm by the sheer motion of his voice telling you what he wanted to do to you. How he was going to defile you.

“Yeah, pup? You need my cock inside your soaking cunt?” he wanted more from you. Picking one of your legs up so he could stand close to you, rubbing his red angry tip along your slit.

“Yes please, fuck…hmm, I need you so badly. Please James.” Your soft whines got his heart reeling, pushing inside you with little effort as your heat soaked your cunt was perfect for him to slip in. He completely bottomed out in a second making you feel so unbelievably full. The ache in your body was gone for a moment, sweet relief was granted to you. But the cramps were soon coming back making you scream “Fuck me Bucky. Please hurry.”

Who was he to deny his mate, thrusting at a slow steady pace. Your hands gripped his wet biceps as the shower head was directly pouring in between both of you. The stimulation of the running water on your clit, helped your high draw closer. Bucky picked up your other leg, smoothing your body against the wall to fuck you at a harsher angle making your head fall back to hit against the tiles.

Your lover's face buried in your neck, licking and sucking on any flesh he could get to. Everything was perfect but you needed just one more thing which Bucky seemed to know, reaching down to press his thumb on your clit making you gasp clamping down on his cock while you came hard. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Bucky!”

“That’s it pup, come on your mate's cock. Let me feel you come around me.” His voice growled in your ear biting at your ear lobe. He moved backwards slightly letting you wrap your arms around his neck so you could bury your face in his neck this time. You sucked on his rough skin creating your very own mark on his neck. You might not be a wolf but you certainly could still leave your mark.

“I’m coming James please!” You crashed hard, clenching around him. He kept fucking up into you, making your juices squish and squelch around his cock, dripping out onto his legs. But nothing was stopping him. He turn off the shower, needing to fuck you from a different angle.

“Hold onto the sink pup. I’m not done with you yet.” he bent you over the cold sink, making you shiver at the freezing sensation on your sensitive nipples. His cock sunk back into your quivering hole, gifting you a low grumble that ripped through Bucky’s chest. It was almost animalistic, beast-like. His like wolf was taking over. “Fuck sugar, you feel so good. So tight. My perfect pup.”

“Y-hmmm Buck…” Your hips slammed against the counter surely creating indents in your skin that would definitely bruise by the morning. His nails dug into your flesh, making crescent moon shapes while his thrusts got fast as soon approached his edge. Just a little more. Just some more and you had just had perfect timing. “Please Alpha, I need your cum inside me. Please fuck me harder. I want your knot.”

You had no idea where the name came from or why your brain was screaming at you to somehow present for him. To make him know, he could do anything to you. The name slipped off your tongue perfectly and it made his wolf howl. His hips jacked in an inhuman speed, snaking his hand around your throat he growled pooled in your ear. “Alpha hmm? You want your alpha to knot you pup? Mate you? Breed you, fill with his pups?”

Your hand banged against the mirror, smashing a crack into it but not breaking it entirely. Bucky used his hand that was on your hip to cage yours on the said mirror. Linking fingers with you as his thrusts got harder but stuttered through his unstability. “You want my mark sugar? Want to let every other wolf know you’re mine? Fuck just imagining you full and round with my pups makes me want to fuck you all night.”

“Please alpha, Make me yours.” Your cries were music to his ears. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Your his human mate, wanting to be marked, knotted and bred. God, could you get any more perfect.

“It’s okay baby when I’m done, you’ll be leaking my seed for days.” His hand got tighter on your jugular while his lips kissed along your shoulder blades before teasingly nipping at where he would mark you. Everything was so overwhelming, your cramps and all the pain you had felt were washing away being replaced with nothing by Bucky’s scent and touch.

“I’m gonna come, Alpha!” Your choked moans were breathy and short. His hand finally let go of your neck, grasping back on your hip to hold himself up. His fangs grazed your soft skin before he pierced your flesh, letting tears pool on the corners of your tears while he slowed his thrusts to empty his seed deep inside you. you came crashing down soon after. His cock growing, stretching you out, gifting you a new form of pleasure.

“That’s it Pup, deep breath.” He licked your wound, tending to it with extra care while his hand on your hip rubbed circles on your bruising skin. He lifted your left leg up, tilting it towards his body as he sat up straight, turning you around until you could wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Now facing him, he brushed your hair out of your face, littering you with kisses. You hummed, feeling slumber taking hold of you. “Come on pup. Let’s get you in bed.”

Walking with his cock still inside you was more than uncomfortable and he should have definitely not knot you on the bathroom room counter next time. But as he plopped you on the with him next to you, he helped you cuddle up to him, wrapping you in his scent. “Do you really want my pups…”

“Hmg Fuck sugar…” Bucky had to groan at the fact you didn’t call them kids but pups. Your pups. He suddenly wanted to fuck you again. Maybe when his knot dies down he will but for now, he needs you to rest. “Of course, I want our pups baby. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you.” He kissed you slowly, passionately. Your hand cupped his hand, smiling wide at his low giggles. Your legs wiggled suddenly straddling him. “Come on baby. You need to rest.”

You sat up, drawing circles with your hips. Bucky groaned gripping your waist tightly, bucking his head backwards. “I don’t need to rest. I want more….” You leaned down kissing his cheek before whispering. “Alpha….”

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ja3hwa · 6 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟎: 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐎𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭/𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐉.𝐘𝐇 ♡

Let Me Help

【Synopsis】 : You didn't know what it meant to be on heat, let alone know you could have one since you weren't a wolf... but here you were, and Yunho was going to help you through it.

『Word count』 : 1.95k

-> Genre: Smut. Wolf Au. Fantasy Au. Fluff.

Paring: Werewolf!Yunho x Human!Reader

Thank you, @spooo00oky, for requesting Yunho for this day. I hope you enjoy ♡♡♡

Missing anything?

“Fuck!” Your hand slipped off the basin in the bathroom, clutching your stomach. You’ve never experienced such a pain before only being able to compare period pains or when you’ve eaten bad food. But the alchemist, Yeosang had warned you since you were human the heat would be way more severe to you than a normal she-wolf. Expressing it might feel like being stabbed or disembowelled. Lovely...

Maybe a shower would work? But wait... Why were you now standing under the showerhead fully clothed? When did you even turn the shower on let alone get in? Your mind was jumping, hazing. Everything was happening so quickly yet standing still at the same time. You cried, sobbing out for Yunho. Crouching down you let the cold water spray on your hunched back as you hug your knees. The headache was bad and the cramps were worse. Your body was shutting down, making you wonder if this heat could kill you if not looked after.

You couldn’t let your mind slip any further, suddenly hearing the bathroom door being slammed open. A large, beefy Yunho came rushing into the shower. He wasn't wearing a shirt, probably not caring to fully dress when he turned back into his human form. His jeans were getting soaked from the water as he bent down to grab your waist, pulling you up to stand on your feet. You wanted to fall back down but his large frame caged you, holding you tightly so you wouldn't slip. His mouth found your neck sucking on just the right spot. You knew from the little research you had done that it would of most likely been the spot where your glands had been if you were a she-wolf and it was also the spot on your neck that he would mark when you get bounded as soulmates.

The cramps were becoming worse when not his touch was soothing some of the aches in your joints. You needed him inside you, desperately. “Please, I need you inside…” Fuck… dirty talk was something you rarely did, finding it too embarrassing to do. Yunho on the other hand was born to be filthy. He loved watching you squirm by the sheer motion of his voice telling you what he wanted to do to you. How he was going to defile you.

“Yeah, pup? You need my cock inside your soaking cunt?” he wanted more from you. Picking one of your legs up so he could stand close to you, rubbing his red angry tip along your slit.

“Yes please, fuck…hmm, I need you so badly. Please Yuyu.” Your soft whines got his heart reeling, pushing inside you with little effort as your heat soaked your cunt was perfect for him to slip in. He completely bottomed out in a second making you feel so unbelievably full. The ache in your body was gone for a moment, sweet relief was granted to you. But the cramps were soon coming back making you scream “Fuck me Yunho. Please hurry.”

Who was he to deny his mate, thrusting at a slow steady pace. Your hands gripped his wet biceps as the shower head was directly pouring in between both of you. The stimulation of the running water on your clit, helped your high draw closer. Yunho picked up your other leg, smoothing your body against the wall to fuck you at a harsher angle making your head fall back to hit against the tiles.

Your lover's face buried in your neck, licking and sucking on any flesh he could get to. Everything was perfect but you needed just one more thing which Yunho seemed to know, reaching down to press his thumb on your clit making you gasp clamping down on his cock while you came hard. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. YUNHo!”

“I’m coming Yuyu please!” You crashed hard, clenching around him. He kept fucking up into you, making your juices squish and squelch around his cock, dripping out onto his legs. But nothing was stopping him. He turn off the shower, needing to fuck you from a different angle.

“Hold onto the sink pup. I’m not done with you yet.” he bent you over the cold sink, making you shiver at the freezing sensation on your sensitive nipples. His cock sunk back into your quivering hole, gifting you a low grumble that ripped through Yunho’s chest. It was almost animalistic, beast-like. His like wolf was taking over. “Fuck sugar, you feel so good. So tight. My perfect pup.”

“Y-hmmm Yun…” Your hips slammed against the counter surely creating indents in your skin that would definitely bruise by the morning. His nails dug into your flesh, making crescent moon shapes while his thrusts got fast as soon approached his edge. Just a little more. Just some more and you had just had perfect timing. “Please Alpha, I need your cum inside me. Please fuck me harder. I want your knot.”

Your hand banged against the mirror, smashing a crack into it but not breaking it entirely. Yunho used his hand that was on your hip to cage yours on the said mirror. Linking fingers with you as his thrusts got harder but stuttered through his unstability. “You want my mark sugar? Want to let every other wolf know you’re mine? Fuck just imagining you full and round with my pups makes me want to fuck you all night.”

“Hmg Fuck sugar…” Yunho had to groan at the fact you didn’t call them kids but pups. Your pups. He suddenly wanted to fuck you again. Maybe when his knot dies down he will but for now, he needs you to rest. “Of course, I want our pups baby. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you.” He kissed you slowly, passionately. Your hand cupped his hand, smiling wide at his low giggles. Your legs wiggled suddenly straddling him. “Come on baby. You need to rest.”

You sat up, drawing circles with your hips. Yunho groaned gripping your waist tightly, bucking his head backwards. “I don’t need to rest. I want more….” You leaned down kissing his cheek before whispering. “Alpha….”

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headkiss · 11 months

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I’d love to see a “Who did this to you?” Hotch x femreader piece if you’re still taking suggestions!

hiii tysm for requesting!!! | 0.7k hurt/comfort ish, fluff, teeny mentions of alcohol, and tw for blood !!

You are apparently very good at being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

This time, it meant a night out for drinks with your friends was cut short by an elbow to the face and blood on your new shirt. You’re not even sure what happened; one second you were waiting to order a round of drinks and the next your nose was pulsing in pain.

You must’ve made some sort of noise, so the bartender noticed and offered you a dish towel. It smelled like alcohol and probably hadn’t been washed in who knows how long, but you were bleeding so you pressed it to your nose.

Your friends offer to leave with you, but you assure them you’re alright—though you’re afraid your nose is broken—and that they should stay. You’ll call your boyfriend and it’ll be fine.

Hotch picks up on the second ring.

For once, he isn’t busy and your name flashing on his phone screen is a sight he’s always happy to see. He’s expecting you to be tipsy and give him unnecessary (though not unwelcome) compliments.

Instead, your voice is muffled and shaky, “Aaron, I’m so sorry to ask, but do you think you could come get me?”

“Are you alright?” Is the first thing he says. Forever caring.

“Mostly.”

“Where are you?” You tell him the name of the bar you’re now standing outside, and he’s quick to assure you, “I’ll be there soon, okay?”

“Thank you.”

As soon as you hang up he’s grabbing his keys, pulling on his shoes, and heading out the door. You call him often, but you’re reluctant to ask for favors no matter how often he assures you he doesn’t mind one bit. That tells him this must be at least sort of serious, and he can’t help but worry.

Hotch isn’t meant to violate the law for obvious reasons, but he drives over the speed limit to get to you.

When he pulls up to the curb he sees you standing outside, blood on the front of your shirt and a towel pressed to your nose. He’s never parked so fast in his life.

Before you fully register him even being there, Aaron is rushing up to you and grasping your face in the most delicate hold.

“Sweetheart.”

“Hi,” you say, nose still hidden by the cloth.

“Let me see,” he says, shifting a hand to urge you to lift the fabric from your face.

You haven’t even looked at yourself yet, afraid of how bad it might be, but you let him look anyway. His sharp intake of breath makes you shut your eyes.

“Is it bad?”

Aaron presses the towel back under your nose in case it’s still bleeding. He holds it for you, your hands dropping to hold the lapels of his jacket. His thumb trails gently over your cheek.

“Who did this to you?” He asks, his voice louder than before, almost angry.

“It was an accident. Nobody’s fault, okay?” You tug on his jacket lightly to make him look at you. “Can you take me to the ER, please? Or just drop me off.”

“Drop you off? Don’t be silly,” he pecks your forehead and lingers for a moment, like he’s trying to tamper down his frustration with seeing you hurt. “Let’s go, sweetheart.”

An ER trip later, you’re back at Hotch’s place and glad to say your nose isn’t broken, just swollen and bruised. Which still sucks, but it could’ve been worse. Besides, Aaron taking care of you isn’t so bad.

He wouldn’t let you go home, insisting that you stay with him so he can make sure you’re icing your nose properly. When Aaron Hotchner cares about you, there’s no way to doubt it.

You’ve showered and changed into a set of pajamas you’d left behind at his, and he’s got an ice pack wrapped in a towel ready for you. He sits next to you on the couch, wrapping an arm around you and tugging you to lean against his shoulder, his other hand holding the ice pack to your nose. You hiss at the cold.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Does it hurt?”

“Not so much anymore,” you say. It’s mostly a dulled throbbing now, which is uncomfortable, but more than manageable with him beside you. “I can't believe you’re seeing me like this.”

“You’re still very pretty to me.”

“Aaron, I look like Mr. Potato Head.”

He chuckles at that, his shoulder moving beneath your cheek. Despite your state, you laugh, too.

“Prettiest Mr. Potato Head I’ve ever seen,” he tells you.

And, when he pushes a kiss to your head, you think you’d take a swollen nose any day.

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simpleeindulge · 2 months

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An Itch to Scratch🔞

Info: fem/reader x Zoro, MDNI, Mature, implied masturbation, cunnilingus, vaginal intercourse, cock warming, enough plot to get to the point🔞

Context: You and Zoro have the same issue and come to the same conclusion.

The feeling was both unbearable and embarrassing. The unique situation made Y/N wonder if this is how Sanji felt most of the time when Nami gave him the cold shoulder. Why it was worse now, she couldn't guess, but she needed a release.

The two faithful toys Y/N kept clean and ready failed right when she was about to peak. The first toy just took forever, and the second was only half-charged and died right at her peak. Y/N wanted to scream at the loss of sensation and flung her toy at the wall.

"Useless!" She cried as she picked up the broken toy and dumped it in the trash. Y/N then went to the ship's bathing room for a long shower at full power.

This is hell, pure hell, Zoro thought as he scratched his scalp red.

He couldn't explain what was going on with him. His usually trained body was not cooperating with him. 'The Need', as he referred it to himself, had appeared that morning. He dealt with it as usual, like an adult, whenever 'The Need' arrived.

Only this time, it wouldn't go away. Oh, he would get his release, but not even two hours later, 'The Need' would be back, stronger than ever. Zoro couldn't explain it. Not even when he was a teenager did he need to jerk off this much. After jerk-off number three, Zoro ignored the 'The Need' when it appeared an hour later.

Training, just think of it like training. A form of self-discipline.

He then hissed as his hard, throbbing cock rubbed against the fabric of his pants the wrong way as he walked to the bathhouse on the ship. Maybe nearly drowning in a tub of ice water would make this torture stop.

Zoro had just turned a corner when Y/N nearly crashed into him.

"Oh! Sorry," She said, sounding moody.

Zoro noted her wet hair and flushed skin. Worse, he could smell the soap she used mixed with her own scent. Zoro heard himself swallow and covered his face to keep from inhaling more of her alluring amora.

"Are you alright, Zoro?"

"Fine." He replied gruffly.

Y/N sighed and was about to leave when a thought occurred to her. She grabbed Zoro by the opening of his robe and dragged him with her.

“Hey! What-”

Zoro stopped his protest as he studied Y/n's body. She was tense in her back and shoulders as if something was weighing her down. If she had just taken a shower, shouldn't it have gone away?

Maybe she had a problem, he thought, and hoped it would be enough to distract him from his issue if she was planning to tell him. He let Y/n take him to a storage closet and waited for her to talk.

“Do you remember that conversation we had at the bar about four weeks ago?”

Zoro glanced up and hummed as he thought about what she was asking. He made an annoyed sound when the memory wouldn't come to him.

“That's okay, you will in a second. Zoro, I need you to have sex with me.”

His dark eye widened, and just as Y/n said, the conversation came back to him in a flash. It started with Sanji chasing after a busty barmaid and ended with breakfast being late the following day.

Zoro had made some comment that Y/N overheard. Somehow, the pair made a pack to come to each other if they needed relief. But that was supposed to be a joke, right?

The hard cock in his pants didn't care if it was a joke or not and throbbed at the offer.

“Huh?!” Zoro said as his dick screamed at him to shut-up and take Y/n’s offer.

“Look, I wouldn't ask you this if I wasn't desperate. I usually can handle this myself, but my body is being a literal bitch to me right now.” Y/n explained as her cheeks flushed with embarrassed heat.

Zoro's face also flushed since he never expected a trusted crewmate to ask him such a thing.

“What do you mean you can’t handle it?!”

“I mean, I've tried and failed. I need something else! I need…” Y/n cut herself off and looked away.

This was a bad idea. Worse, she pulled Zoro into her issue. She respected the swordsman and trusted him, but this was so inappropriate.

Y/n bit her lip and said to him, “Sorry, forget what I said. It was stupid of me to ask.”

She then moved past him with her eyes lowered to the ground. His hand shot out and grabbed her arm.

“If we do this, we keep it to ourselves. And we don't make a habit of it.”

Y/n's head snapped to Zoro. She was ready to say he didn't need to give in to her request or feel obligated to help when Zoro untied his red sash and dropped his robe. God help her; her mouth practically watered at the bulge in Zoro's pants.

“Oh,” She said dumbly. “Wait, how long-?”

“All day,” Zoro huffed as he crossed his arms. “All fucking day.”

It was her turn to swallow as the air around them suddenly thickened. She wanted to move closer to Zoro and feel for herself how hard his cock was under his pants. Instead, she breathed slowly through her nose and out her parted lips. She needed to think. To evaluate the situation.

What I need, her body and brain said in unison, is to put that cock in my-

"Y/N."

Y/N's eyes flicked back up at Zoro. A smooth smirk played at his lips, and why not? He had something she wanted, and they both knew it. She could understand how it would stroke his pride to see how her breathing had changed and how her eyes darkened with lust.

The fact was, she had something he wanted, and Y/N could see the change in him as well.

“Please, Zoro. Just this one time.” She said in a heated whisper.

Fine, Zoro thought as he moved closer to Y/N. He picked her up and sat her on top of a crate. They could be adults about this and fuck like the crazed animals their instincts wanted them to be. Y/n blinked up at him as he pushed up her skirt and pulled down the lace panties.

I should be embarrassed. I should stop this. I should...

Y/N's mind stopped as Zoro dipped his head down, one hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. As he went down, Y/N simultaneously spread her legs and leaned back, careful not to topple over, but the crate was long enough to accommodate her.

Zoro released a long, appraising breath that made Y/N shiver and close her eyes.

"What a needy woman you are, Y/N. You're already wet." Zoro's voice rumbled.

Y/N cried out as she felt a smooth, wet tongue slide up her folds and flick at her clit. She squirmed on the crate and tried to close her legs as more of a reaction then a rejection.

Zoro slapped his hands on her inner thighs, making Y/N yelp in surprise. Zoro forced her bent legs down in a frog-like position to open her up completely to him.

He grinned up at her.

"I doubt it'll solve your problem, but I want to give this a try."

Y/N's breath stuttered, and then, her head was whipped back as Zoro dug on in. She wondered where he had learned. Her second thought was being grateful she had bathed. The last was purely worshiping her new god, Zoro's tongue.

"Fuck...Oh...fuck...Zoro..."

Zoro chuckled into her as he licked and sucked, added his fingers to throw her off, or when she dared to mention "god" in the mix. He edged her close, to the very fucking edge and then pulled away. The near-angry/desperate scream she made had him laughing and smirking down at her.

"ZORO! THE FUCK!"

"Easy there, pussy cat." He grinned as he moved over her, his cock in hand. "We're doing this together."

Y/N huffed as she panted. Her eyes were blown with lust, and her cheeks flushed as she gave him an impatient look. He chuckled again and rubbed the round head over her clit, then pressed it against her folds.

She hated the needy whimper that left her, but dammit, she needed to come already!

"Zoro...Please..."

The smirk was gone as Zoro felt a bead of sweat running down his near his ear and neck. He wasn't inside her yet, but he knew she would be warm and snug. Just one thrust and things would change between them.

"Y/N, you sure-"

"Yes! Please, god damn you! Hurry up before I dry up and go to Sanji-"

The cook's name was barely out of her mouth when Zoro pulled her closer and bucked his hip. The feeling was painful and delicious as her eyes rolled back and her body arched.

"OH! Fu-"

"You deserved that; I hope you know that."

Y/N laughed and smirked at Zoro, "Yeah, I do. But worth it."

"You brat."

Zoro then did something Y/N didn't expect, he kissed her. She accepted the kiss as her arms and legs went around him. What followed was 20 minutes of mind-blowing rutting.

Zoro wanted longer, but she was too wet and hot for him not to lose it just 6 minutes in! Worse, he had a feeling this wasn't going to be a one-time thing.

He held Y/N's wrist down as he let his world crumble as she squeezed the life out of him as she came. The sweet mewling sounds Y/N made his ego roar as his cock twitched side her.

His sweat-covered forehead rested on the crook of her neck, and he breathed in her sweet-smelling skin. Finally, his body felt satisfied enough not to bother him for a while, and he yawned as he felt ready to nap.

"Did you just yawn?" Y/N giggled as she pushed against him, but his body refused to budge.

"Need to nap," Zoro simply grunted as he wrapped his arms around her soft body.

"Zoro, your cock is still in me."

"Leave it. It's not hurting you."

"That's not the point. Zoro, get-"

Zoro then snored, and Y/n sighed as she wondered how long of a nap he would need before he let her go. She then yawned and prayed that her back wouldn't be sore later as she fell asleep under him, feeling satisfied at last.

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mistyresolve · 9 months

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| His Foresight - Simon “Ghost” Riley X Medic!Reader (Part 5)

Word Count - 3.8

Summary - Honestly, there isn’t any plot to this one. Just sex.

Tags/Warnings - 18+ SMUT, Fingering, P in V, Oral, Unprotected sex, Edging, Size kink, Blood and Injury, Depictions of war and violence, Explicit Language, Character Death, Slow Burn, Maybe a little bit of angst, Mentions of childhood trauma

A/N - I’m back baby...maybe

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It was just your luck that there was no hot water, and by the time you washed out the soap from your hair, your teeth were chattering uncontrollably. You could have sworn a minute longer and you’d have ice forming on the tips of your lashes. You couldn’t get dressed into your civi clothes fast enough, a thin but warm sweater and a plain pair of sweats. You packed for warmth and practicality, not seducing husky men, and some small bold part of you wished you had.

Simon was already in the barracks waiting for his turn for a shower. His gear was in a neat pile next to the cot, and he had just pulled off his combat shirt when you entered the room.

He truly was all power and strength, all solid muscle and hardened skin. He was built and bred for the battlefield and imbued with cruel intent. The tattoos that travelled from wrist to bicep were stark against his skin. If you stepped outside yourself for a moment you could see why so many men feared to cross his path. Yet, here he stood 15 feet away from you and not a single thought was one of dread. With you, he was softer, calmer. Even his usual rough tone settled into a smokey version of itself. He still carried a dominating edge with him but he never misused it with you.

And…

And you were staring.

He was crouched down at his pack when he finally looked over his shoulder at you. He had removed his mask and he looked just as good as he did when you saw his face earlier. If not better. If that was possible. His dark hair was unruly like he had just woken up from a nap. His face was dirty with a mixture of paint, sweat, dirt, and more likely than not, blood. He was unkept but more in a charming, alluring way.

Oh, you were in deep. He had you wrapped around his finger and he was well aware he had that much sway over you. Still, he would not make a move until you made it very clear and unmistakable what you want from him. He would give you everything and anything you wanted, but not unless you told him.

“There’s no hot water,” you willed the words to sound anything but bothered.

His gaze dripped down your body, watched as your body shivered from the lingering bone-deep chill, “I needed a cold one anyways,” he tossed the dirty combat shirt into his pack and picked up the fresh one. Even in the low light, you could see every dip and angle of his muscles as he bent down.

The summer night air might be warm but it wasn’t warm enough to warrant a cold shower, “Who would take a cold shower on purpose?” you made your way to your own pack, readying to set up your sleeping bag.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he grabbed whatever else he needed from his bag before disappearing into the small shower room. On his way past you, you threw a clean pair of balled-up socks at him, which he unsurprisingly caught before throwing them back at you, “Smarten’ up.”

“I would like to know,” you quipped just before he closed the door. It’s not like you’d die without an answer you just wanted to have the last word. The only reason he let you have it was because he needed to get out of the same room as you as soon as humanly possible. He needed the cold shower to

The cold shower was null once Simon came back out into the room. The moment his eyes locked onto yours, he was just as frustrated and deprived as before. You could practically taste his want from across the room. Could see it in the way he stalked back to his side of the room, his attention locked on you.

He changed into a regular green t-shirt, the colour faded around the seams and fit snugly around his shoulders and chest, and green army-issued sweats. His still-wet hair was pushed back and away from his face.

“You clean up nice,” you tested as you slid into your sleeping bag, your head tilting to the side.

There was a flash of white teeth in the low light, “Keep that mouth of yours shut for me?” his words were more of a plea than an order. He moved to turn off the propane lamps, replacing the light was a singular red light torch which was better for concealment and stealth because it was harder to see from a distance.

“Easy, big boy,” your grin was fiendish, “I’m only making conversation.”

“Yuh huh,” he grunted back at you as he checked the locks on all the doors and windows. The final window was right above your head and after he checked it he crouched down beside you, the torch dangling in his hand between his legs, “You gonna be warm enough?”

“Are you offering to keep me warm, Riley?” you shifted into a kneeling position, and still you didn’t match his height, your knees were almost touching his feet.

His answering smile was wolfish, “I was offering you an extra blanket.”

“And,” you said slowly, “What of you?”

“I’ll be fine,” It was hard to discern whether this desire was coming from someplace genuine or if it was the result of missing him and needing a distraction from today's events. Perhaps it was both. It was evident that he was wondering the same. You could see it in his eyes. The way they turned inquisitive each time you returned his attention. The way he would slow his approach and wait for your response, gauge your reaction.

Your gaze fell to his lips, imagining how they’d feel on yours, on your skin. His grin shifted to something more shy and he looked away, looking into the room's darkness. Another moment watching you and he would have jumped on you like a deprived animal. Which is why you had to take the first move.

Gently you pulled the torch from his grasp, placing it up on the floor beside him. He turned to face you once more. With hands made of air, your fingers drove into his hair. The space between your lips felt too wide and too close at the same time. I felt like time itself was yours, like you were holding it in the palm of your hand, warm and heavy. This moment was well overdue.

It was a whisper of a kiss. A timid gesture that the both of you leaned into. Pressed into. With trembling hands, his fingers curled around your waist, digging into the supple flesh there. The wanton groan that rumbled deep in his chest was gasoline to a fire. Your hands slipped down to the hard muscles of his chest and pushed him back into a sitting position. His free hand caught him just in time to break the fall. You were quick to move into his lap, straddling his hips.

“Woah,” he huffed, the crooked grin returning, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You always have something cheeky to say?” you hummed, hands encircling the back of his neck, running the expanse of his shoulders, his chest.

“I’m working on that,” he leaned back on his hands, allowing you access to all of him.

You lifted his shirt, just enough to sneak your fingers underneath. His skin burned and his muscles twitched beneath your touch, “A rather new development?”

He was all enchanted compliance and keen submission for you, “It’s taken the back seat as of late,” his chest rose and fell rapidly as your hands grazed lower before returning to his chest.

“Never took you for a procrastinator,” Your lips connected with his jaw, trailing lower and lower.

The man underneath you was a complete juxtaposition from the man who prowled the battlefield and lurked in the shadows. Even with everything he was capable of, you felt safe with him. Felt secure. Protected.

“I can’t think when you’re touching me, Darlin’,” When you pulled away his head was tilted back and his eyes were mere slits, foggy with lust.

Right now, he was docile, but you wanted to see him get wicked for you.

You lowered your hips onto his and rolled them. You were met with hard arousal and the compromising heat between your legs shot up your spine and into your throat. There was a synchronized moan that bounced between you and like a knee-jerk reaction a hand was braced at your hips. Your motions quickly turned feverish, both trying to match each other's desperate rhythm. It was all gnashing teeth, open-mouthed kisses, and shared breath.

With shaking fingers you tugged at his shirt, “Off,” you could hardly manage the single syllable. And who was he kidding, the few seconds he had to pull away from you to remove his shirt made him regret ever putting it on.

You paused as you traced the hard tissue of his numerous scars, and wondered which was he acquired during his service and which ones he received from his father. He remained utterly still, even his chest ceased to rise and fall with breath. He was waiting for you to reject him, to recoil from all the imperfections.

You leaned down to press a kiss to one of them, one that looked like it never had time to properly heal. Like the wound was ripped open over and over and over again. Then another kiss to the scar next to it. You couldn’t tell if it was your own heart or if his was so beating so loud you could hear it from where you sat. When you lifted your eyes to him you decided it was probably his you were hearing. His eyes were wide with shock and his swollen lips were parted in awe.

“Simon—”

“I want this,” he gasped, “But if you’re not sure we have to stop now.”

You would have to stop now because it’d kill him if he had to stop later.

Your expression turned sultry and you removed your sweater from your body, revealing nothing but bare, tingling skin, “Be good to me.”

He moved on you like lightning, and with quick practiced maneuvering you were on your back with him cradled between your legs. Gone was the man who let you dominate him a few seconds ago. Calloused hands ran the length of your sides, up to your throat and held you in place. Though he didn’t squeeze your neck hard enough to choke, it was a tight enough grip to let you know that he was in control now. He sucked bruises into the sensitive skin of your collarbone, your chest. His tongue flicked out to lick apologies into the marks he left behind. His teeth scraped against your breast and your breath hitched in anticipation.

But he pulled back, his head tilted to the side, “Since day one,” he murmured before raising himself to a kneel, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe his own eyes, “Since the day I met you I’ve wanted you like this,” his heated gaze flicked to your face, your expression no doubt matching his, “Like that,” his voice trailed off and he lowered himself back down to you, “I’ve wanted you…”

His skin against yours wasn’t close enough, it never would be. You needed him like you needed air. Like you needed laughter. You were starving for him. You were starved of him. There wasn’t enough time in the night for you to be rid of this carnal need for him.

His mouth was back on your chest, nipping and sucking at you. You arched your back into his touch in a plea for more. More. More.

His breath caught between his teeth, his fingers lingering on your thigh. With anguished hesitance, he traced the scar and his head dipped to your leg. Your heart was hammering against your rib cage, begging to be let out so it could wrap itself around his. There was no need for words for you to understand what was going through his head right now. The guilt and bitterness that rolled off him heated your skin.

“I thought you were dead.”

You were sure he was talking about when your vehicle blew up with you inside of it, “Me too,” you murmured into the dark room, fingers finding his jaw, guiding him back to looking at you. It was all you could do to offer him a weary smile, “But, I’m not. Because of you.”

The man used his own body as a shield for you, carried you to safety and brought you back from the brink of death. Without him, you weren’t entirely sure if things would have turned out the same. Not that you wanted to think about it in the first place.

His lips parted, his brows furrowing in preparation for an argument. You didn’t give him the chance to make one, bringing him back down to you for an open-mouthed kiss. Your tongue licks at him to open for you, “No more talking, Riley.”

His answering grin was enough for you, his thumbs hooked into the hem of your pants and pulling them until they were on the floor. He hissed at the sight of you, completely naked, before him. Those tortured dark eyes take in every curve and dip of your body. His dopy smile told you all you needed to know about how truthful he was when he said: “Since day one”.

He placed a chaste kiss on your mouth but quickly moved down the length of your body. It was like he couldn’t get between your legs fast enough, his previous hesitation had melted away with the heat you two made.

“Oh,” you gasped as his tongue found your center, licking a languid swipe up. He placed a heavy hand on your chest meant to keep you still, while the other wrapped around your thigh to keep your legs open for him. You cover the hand over your chest with your own, squeezing and digging your nails in as he licked and sucked at you. You rolled your hips into him, legs curled around his shoulders and panting in desperation. He flattened his tongue against you, and you could feel your arousal and slick leak from you. Eyes squeezed shut and throat constricting with a moan.

You were fiendish for him. You’ve been with men and women before, had both good and bad sex, but this…this was different. This was a release. Within seconds he had you at the edge, but he didn’t let you fall. Instead, he kept you there teetering back and forth.

He added a single thick finger, tracing the outline of your cunt before pushing it inside you. His mouth never stopped working at you, circling your clit. His digits curled inside you in perfect rhythm with your own motions. He was following the lead of your body, listening to the sounds you made and each reaction.

Another finger stretched you, and your legs instinctively closed around his head at the feel of them pressing into your G-spot.

“Ohmygod,” you tossed your head back, arching into his touch. You were shaking and twisting in his arms, your climax was right there.

His fingers left you feeling empty, his arms forcing your legs from his head. You were spread out, soaking, and aching beneath him. Annoyance and discomfort bubbled up into your throat, “You fucking–” you started only to be cut off when he dove back into you, his wet tongue exploring the inside of your mouth.

No more talking.

He didn’t need to say the words. He pulled back only far enough to pull his cock out from his pants. You had your fantasies and imagination to guess the size of him but whatever you would have come up with wouldn’t have compared. For a second you contemplated backing out. He was going to split you in half. You swallowed, the arousal between your legs becoming unbearable.

You needed him. Now.

“I’ll be slow with you,” he huffed, his eyes following yours. He wrapped a hand around himself, making long, slow strokes. Precum beaded at the head. Any other day you’d take your time licking that up for him.

Words betrayed you and it was all you could do to nod at him.

“I need to hear you say it, darlin',” he groaned, his entire body quaking with deprivation.

You dipped your fingers to your core, dragging the slick across your stomach, “Please, fuck me, Simon.”

His answering moan was beyond seductive. He rocked into your cunt, wetting himself on your arousal. Back and forth. Back and forth. Sliding across your pussy, pausing where he would have bottomed out if he were inside you. The tip of him reached your belly button and you slid your fingers up the slit at the head of his cock. He jolted, pulling back ever so slightly. Then he lined himself up with your opening. He pushed just the tip in, stopping there to allow you time to adjust. Pulling out. Pushing in a little further. Pulling out.

You wrapped your leg around him, forcing him in all the way. He swore at the sensation of you being around him. You bit down on your lip to keep from crying out. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and the stretch burned.

“You okay?” he immediately cupped your face in his hands, eyes searching your face.

With an experimental movement of your hips, you managed, “Just move. Just move.”

Simon heeded your plea, drawing out before sliding back in. You could almost feel him in your throat, you felt so full of him. You had to time your breath to match his rhythm, if only so his reentry wouldn’t knock the air from your lungs. He leaned down to you, his arms on either side of your head. With every stroke, you could feel him hit your cervix, and every time it elicited a crude moan from you.

“Atta girl, you’re taking me so well,” his gaze burned at where you two connected, watching himself disappear and reappear. You pushed his dark hair back from his face, wanting to see every micro-expression he made. His attention whipped back to you, a roughish smile spreading across his lips, “You’re so beautiful.”

His speed picked up, his breath catching with every pump. You felt your climax swell up again and you clamped down around him. He licked a stripe up the column of your throat, placed burning kisses up the curve of your jaw, and sucked welts into the sensitive skin on your neck. Sweat beaded on your chest like the firey heat inside your core was making it’s way to your skin.

He wrapped his arm underneath you, arching you further into him. His large hands encircled your waist, pulling you into his cock. The angle was too perfect. Your eyes rolled and it made you see stars. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream, the absolute ecstasy ripped any sort of coherent word from your tongue.

His thumb came to rub fast tight circles on your clit, ushering you to your orgasm. You twisted in his grasp, writhing at the sensation. It was too much and not enough. He was too much and not enough.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Show me how good I make you feel,” his slightly pained expression revealed his own proximity to his ruin. He’s been waiting for this moment since the moment you met and he’s been on edge around you the entire time. He was struggling to keep himself railing you into the floor. Until there was nothing left but tears and whimpers. He wouldn’t do that to you. Not yet. You needed more time to get used to him. You needed time to memorize the shape and size of him.

The band he pulled taut inside you finally snapped and your body stiffened. Your orgasm crashed into you so hard that you forgot your name. There was only one thing on your mind and it was him, the feeling of him. The sound that came out of you was one of crazed bliss and pleasure. Your body developed a mind of its own and you tried pushing his fingers away from you, the stimulation quickly becoming too much for you to handle.

He shifted his position, one hand holding your legs around his hips and the other supporting his weight, fingers gripping at your loose hair. He leaned down, burying his face in your neck. His breath was warm on your skin, sending tingles all the way down your legs. You clawed at his back, nails leaving behind angry red lines. He relished in the pain. Prayed whatever marks you left on him would never heal over. He would keep coming back to you for more. He was inside you and still, he felt like he needed you closer. He needed you under his skin. In his lungs. The mere thought of you made him half wild. His relentless pace never allowed you the time to recover from your last climax as another rose from the depths.

He murmured sweetly in your skin, “One more.”

Like the words were gospel, you obeyed them. Tightening around his length you came again. His own release followed, pulling out the last possible second. With a strangled moan, his hot cum covered your stomach and dripped down the sides of your thighs.

The two of you stayed like that, entangled in each other, fighting for breath. He placed a tender kiss on your jaw, then another on your mouth, “You feel way better than I imagined you would.”

You grinned at him, “You think about fucking me a lot?”

“Only every time I jerk off,” he leaned back on his heels, his eyes devouring you, “I think about you all the time actually…” he tilted his head to the side, “and not just about how good you taste,” using his discarded shirt he began to clean up the mess you two made. Wiping all the fluids and cum from your body. He was so gentle with you. So delicate. Like he was afraid that if he spoke too loud or moved too fast you turn into dust. Blow away with the breeze.

You sat back up, bringing his face back to yours, “Shower?” Your hair was still damp from the last one you took, but circumstances called for it.

His face seemed to light up at the invitation, and his eyes darkened with mischief.

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celiastjamesoscar · 9 months

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Sweat and Serendipity

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: While working out at your local gym, you run into someone you haven’t seen before.

Warnings: R and Sam both being horn dogs

Word Count: 4.9K

AN: this was from a request a couple days ago and I hope you enjoy it! It’s a little bit shorter than my other work but I didn’t want to stray too far from the request

The upbeat melody of ‘Funky Town’ rang throughout the pitch-black room, causing Y/N to stir in her sleep. The woman groaned as she rolled over and fumbled around the end table by her bed before finally grabbing her phone. She shut off her alarm and then checked the time, 4:30 am. She let out another groan as she forced herself up in bed.

She stared blankly at the wall with a zombie-like expression on her face. She needed to go to the gym this morning, fearing she might break her cycle of going at the ass-crack of dawn. And she also knew that if she didn’t go just this one time, she would never go back again this early.

After a few minutes of blank staring, she swung her legs over to the side and pushed herself off the bed. Her bare feet met with the cold wooden floor, sending shivers up her spine. She stumbled into her bathroom and flicked on the lights, instantly shutting her eyes as she covered them while mumbling a curse word.

Once her eyes had adjusted to the blinding lights, she moved her hands and slowly opened her eyes. She looked just as she felt: a soldier who was returning half her weight, or much like a zombie who had been stuck in a mall listening to ‘Dance Monkey’ on repeat since the start of the apocalypse.

When she saw the bags under her eyes, the memories from last night flooded her mind.

She was staying at her friend Anika’s house, and they were celebrating the release of Speak Now (Taylor’s Version). The worst part about the night was that she was so wasted she couldn’t remember any songs from the album. Hell, she doesn’t even know how she got home. The few things she could recall were faint memories of Anika violently sobbing during ‘Last Kiss,’ and she also vaguely remembered herself talking about Rhea Ripley and wanting to get pinned by her.

Shaking off the bad memories, Y/N put in her contacts and brushed her teeth. When she finished up in the bathroom, she turned off the lights and went back into her room. She opened up a dresser drawer and grabbed a pair of socks and a sports bra, along with some shorts. She sat on her bed and put her socks on, then stood up and quickly changed into her shorts. She took off her shirt and put on her bra, and then put the shirt back on. She raised her left and smelled herself, “smells fine,” she mumbled as she packed her gym bag; it was just a spare change of clothes and some shampoo and condition. She hated showering at the gym, but she also hated driving home sweaty. She swung her bag over her shoulder and grabbed her phone and earbuds, and walked toward her bedroom door. She did one final sweep to make sure she didn’t forget anything before she left the room and shut her door.

Y/N made her way into the kitchen and grabbed her jug of water that she left on the island. She filled it with some ice and then filled it up with water. Once it was full, Y/N put the lid back on and grabbed a protein shake from the fridge. She made her way to the door with her water jug and her ‘breakfast’ drink in hand as she held her car keys and went out the door. Y/N locked the door and walked down the stairs into the lobby, and left the apartment building. She walked across the street to the parking garage, found her car, got in, and started it.

Y/N sat in her car for a few minutes, debating if she really wanted to go to the gym today, and decided that if she did go today, that would mean she could eat more cake at her cousin’s birthday party that was later today. Y/N smiled to herself at that thought, backing her car up and driving towards the gym, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel with excitement. She opened her protein shake and drank it throughout the drive as The Killers filled the silence. The sky was still dark with dusk hours, but Y/N appreciated the beauty of the early morning. The Big Apple was always hectic, but the morning hours always seemed peaceful.

As she pulled into the gym’s parking lot, she noticed a single car, and it immediately caught her attention. At most, there were three people at the gym this early; herself, a shy dude in his early twenties but shredded, and a decently attractive soccer mom. But this car didn’t belong to either of them, so that meant someone new was here, and it sparked her interest.

Frattini’s was a small gym and not a popular one at all, so the people that worked out there were either locals or people who hated crowded gyms. Y/N was the latter; she hated working out with many people around, and she also had a personal vendetta against Planet Fitness, but not that that mattered. The gym was an old one and had been around long before Y/N was born, but she loved it nonetheless. The building was old, and the metal roof sometimes leaked when it rained. The machines were old, and the padding was worn down on almost all of them, and sometimes the treadmills didn’t work, but Y/N would rather die a death by a thousand cuts than ever step inside a Planet Fitness or any other gym for that matter. This place was like Y/N’s second wife, falling short of Cate Blanchett, and she would never leave her for a younger, more modern gym, no way.

She finished off her shake, grabbed her bag along with her phone, water jug, and earbuds, stepped out of her car, and walked towards the doors. She used her green key fob to unlock the door and walked inside. She could hear the faint sound of Guns N Roses playing over the speakers as she walked up to the front desk and scanned her key fob again. Y/N didn’t know why she had to scan it-she believed it was a way of checking in-but she was a rule follower and did what she was supposed to.

After she checked in, Y/N walked past the desk and opened up the door to the actual gym. She didn’t see who was there with her, but she knew she would find them eventually. She walked about ten feet from the door and stopped before the red cubby holes. Y/N lightly laughed as she saw a light pink gym bag in a cubby towards the middle. She was slightly glad that the stranger didn’t take the one on the end of the right side, as that one was hers, and she hated it when someone would place their stuff in it. Well, it wasn’t technically hers, but everyone who came here throughout the day had their own personal cubby, so she naturally got defensive over it.

When Y/N walked past the door, to the left, there was a wall that was lined with treadmills, and that wall cut back into a smaller section of the gym that’s used for, well, Y/N didn’t quite know what that side was for, she just knew that the flooring was turf and it slightly agitated her. On the same wall that had the cubbies, it was lined up with three stair masters that Y/N hated, along with a pull-up machine, two different hip abduction machines, and some weird core machine you twisted on that scared Y/N. The second row included more machines; a couple of ellipticals, two bikes, a lat pulldown, one chest press, one tricep extension, and a bicep curl. There was a third row, but Y/N didn’t mess with that stuff too much except for the linear leg press. On the right wall was a full-length mirror that took up the entire width of the wall, with a rack of dumbbells toward the left side of the wall and leg machines with a squat rack towards the right. On the wall across the cubbies was the deadlift bar with another full-length mirror in front of it. And if Y/N walked to the left of the deadlift set, she would enter that turf area she hated.

Y/N placed her bag in her cubby and put her earbuds in as she walked over to the linear leg press with her water jug. She put the right amount of weighted plates on it and moved to lie down on the backrest. Y/N pushed the bars out that kept it locked, and when she brought it down and went to push up, her left eye caught something. She turned her head to see what had caught her eye, and her knees buckled, causing the leg press to come down quickly. Luckily, her legs didn’t go inward, and they just slammed into her chest, causing her to lose her breath.

Over on the turf was a captivating Latina doing pull-ups. She wore leggings with just a bra, and Y/N had to wipe the drool off her chin as her eyes ogled the woman’s back muscles. However, when her legs buckled, and the press came down on her, it caused a loud bang to echo throughout the vaguely empty gym, which caused the woman to drop down from the bar and face Y/N.

Y/N sent the woman an awkward smile followed by an awkward wave, and she mentally cursed herself for it. But she changed her mind when the woman let out a small laugh and wiggled her fingers at Y/N, giving her a playful wave before returning to her pull-ups.

When the woman turned around, a giant grin overtook Y/N’s face while she did a fist pump, clearly amazed at herself. Y/N then decided to continue her workout and began doing proper leg presses.

After she finished her first set, she started listening to music while subtly moving her eyes over to the turf side. She probably would have checked the woman out by now, but the turf also had mirrors on its wall that you could see the rest of the gym out of. So if Y/N had checked the woman out, the Latina would have seen Y/N nearly kill herself because she had tried to. The alluring woman had moved to cable rows, and Y/N had to pry her eyes away from the woman’s biceps, which were glistening with sweat.

‘I just wanna lick-ouch!’ Y/N thought as she continued her creepy staring but was cut off when her legs gave out again, causing the woman to look over at Y/N. This time, Y/N didn’t meet her gaze as she pushed up on the press and locked it. She got up from the seat and re-racked her weights. She refused to do leg stuff simply because she needed her leg strength to mow down children at her cousin’s birthday and not because the woman of her dreams kept making them weak.

Y/N grabbed her jug and phone and moved to the lat pull-down. She decided she would do her pull again, and also because she wanted her back to look good in case the beautiful woman decided to leave scratches on it.

Ten minutes had passed, and Y/N finally finished her set. She had started to work up a sweat and wiped it off with her shirt. Unbeknownst to her, the woman from earlier had caught the action and stared at Y/N’s abs. Sam felt she had looked at the stranger’s abs, but she couldn’t help. She thought the woman was a little awkward just based on their interaction from earlier, and against her better judgment, Sam wanted to know her better. She waited until Y/N moved to the chest press before walking toward her.

Y/N had been so focused on not embarrassing herself anymore that she didn’t see the woman approach her until she was standing in front of her. She took one earbud out to listen to the woman. “Are you done with this?” Aphrodite asked while gesturing to the lat pull-down machine. “Oh, yeah. Go ahead,” Y/N said while looking at the woman, “hey, I am sorry about earlier.”

Sam looked at Y/N with a raised eyebrow before she released what the woman was apologizing about. “Don’t worry about it; I’m just glad you aren’t hurt too bad,” Sam says in a gentle tone as she sits down on the seat of the machine. Y/N nods her head at Sam’s words and continues with her workout.

Twenty minutes had passed since their short conversion, and Y/N was done for the day. She was getting ready to leave when Sam asked her for help. “Would you mind spotting me?” Sam asked quietly, almost as if she was afraid to ask for help.

Y/N took a drink from her jug before nodding, “Of course.” She followed Sam to the bench press and stood at the head of the seat. She watched Sam add her plates to the bar and made a look of shock as she realized that Sam might be stronger than her, and she had to ignore the fire she felt in her core.

Sam lay on the bench and gripped the bar before slightly pushing it off the rack and bringing it down to her chest. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as she watched Sam push up on the bar like it was easy work, and she continued to do 12 reps. Y/N helped Sam re-rack the bar as she took a break and sat up. “I never got your name,” Sam stated breathlessly, but she couldn't tell if it was from the bench press or the attractive woman in front of her.

“Oh, I’m Y/N. It's nice to officially meet you,” Y/N says with a smile as she extends her hand toward Sam. Sam accepts Y/N’s hand and slides her own into the woman’s. Y/N nearly melted onto the floor at the feeling of Sam’s rough hand against hers and had to hold back her rated-R thoughts when Sam gave her hand a gentle yet firm shake.

On the other hand, Sam felt something she had never felt before when her skin had made contact with Y/N. She felt that spark you only hear about in movies or books, the type of spark you feel when you find the one, and it shocked her. Instead of being an asshole like she wanted, Sam gave Y/N’s hand a firm shake, not meaning to be gentle about it. “I’m Sam, and it's nice to meet you as well,” Sam replied with a smile as she dropped Y/N’s hand. She then moved to lie down on the bench again and finish out her sets.

After her third and final set, Y/N helped her re-rack the bar again and the weights. When Y/N looked at Sam, she finally noticed that she was a couple of inches shorter than her, and for some reason, it boosted Y/N’s confidence. But that confidence quickly died when Y/N saw a small bead of sweat trail down Sam’s abdomen. Her face became red, and her tongue dry as her mind was filled with raunchy thoughts again. So she pretended she wasn’t in the middle of a gay panic and drank some water, trying to calm herself down while keeping her tongue wet for talking purposes and no other reason.

The two walked together toward the cubbies and grabbed their things. Sam pretended to look for something when Y/N asked, “How come I’ve never seen you here before?”

Sam chuckled at the question and looked over her right shoulder, “I moved here a few months ago, and I decided I needed a good gym to work out at. I tried a few different ones, but none of them stuck,” Sam said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“So why give Frattini’s a try?” Y/N asked with a playful smile before adding, “Not that I’m complaining, though.”

Sam rolled her eyes at the comment but returned the playful smile, “I prefer quality over quantity; I’m not a fan of chain gyms, and I like supporting the smaller ones.”

“Well, I don’t think you’ll find too much quality here, but it's a small gym, and everyone is nice here. And I also prefer smaller gyms,” Y/N said as she slung her bag over her shoulder. Sam copied the woman’s actions with her own bag and started walking toward the door with the woman. Y/N opened the door and held it for Sam, and Sam did the same thing with the front door.

The two walked out to their separate cars as the early morning sun barely peeked above the horizon. “I hope to see you around sometime, Sam,” Y/N said with a smile and hopeful eyes. She didn't know why, but she wanted to see Sam again soon.

“You will. And thank you for helping me, Y/N,” Sam replied as she opened her car door as well.

“Anytime,” Y/N said as she gave Sam one final smile before getting into her car and shutting the door. Sam smiled as she watched Y/N drive off before getting into her car, looking forward to seeing Y/N again soon.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably as she drove home; she regretted not showering, but again, she was glad she got to walk out with Sam. Her mind drifted off with thoughts of Sam, and she wondered when she would see the beautiful woman. She regretted not asking her for her number, but she felt that it might have been too forward.

When the next morning arrived, instead of moping around in bed, Y/N sprang out of bed with excitement. She quickly brushed her teeth and put in her contacts while she eagerly got dressed. She grabbed her phone, earbuds, and water jug before entering the kitchen. Y/N refilled her jug and put the lid back on as she moved toward the door. She grabbed her keys, locked the door, and basically skipped out to her car. She turned on her car and pulled out of the garage as excitement overtook her body.

Y/N knew it was crazy to be this excited at 4:45 in the morning, but she couldn’t help it. Her mind had been plagued with thoughts of Sam so much that during her cousin’s birthday party, she forgot to get a piece of cake she had worked so hard for.

As Y/N pulled up to the gym, she almost screamed with happiness; it would be just her and Sam again today. She parked her car, turned it off, and flew out of the car with all her things. She scanned her key fob twice and acted calm and collected as she placed her things in her cubby. Y/N never liked working on Saturdays, but she would force herself to like it if she got Sam all to herself. She walked over to the leg press and hoped she could get leg day in, but just as she laid down, Sam walked out of the bathroom and stopped right in front of Y/N. “Hey, sailor,” Sam said with a flirty tone, and Y/N almost did a repeat of yesterday morning, but she caught herself and started her workout.

“Missed me already?” Y/N questioned as she pushed up with her legs, trying her best to focus on building her leg strength and not the gorgeous woman currently towering over her. Sam wore the same outfit from yesterday but in a different color, and Y/N had to fight back a bark.

Sam scoffed at Y/N’s words, “Of course not; I just happened to see you struggling, and I decided to offer you my support.”

Y/N finished up her set and locked the machine before sitting up slightly. “You wound me, Sam,” Y/N said with a hurt expression that quickly turned into a playful one.

“Well, if I wound you so much, I guess you wouldn’t want to work out with me then,” Sam suggested with a sigh before she pretended to walk off.

When Y/N saw Sam turn away from her and begin to walk off, she quickly stood up. “I’d like to work out with you,” Y/N spewed out quickly, causing Sam to turn around and raise her eyes rows, “only if you want me to, though.”

Sam laughed at the woman’s nervousness as she walked toward the girl and gently slapped her arm, “come on, let’s do some legs.” Y/N smiled at Sam’s words and followed the Latina to the squat rack, her heartbeat picking up for an unknown reason.

Y/N helplessly watched as Sam added her weights to the bar and ducked under it, and stood up, resting it on her shoulders as she gripped the bar. “Spot me?” She asked, snapping Y/N out of her thoughts. She nodded her head as her hands ghosted over Sam’s hips. She knew this wasn’t the proper way to spot someone, but she saw an opportunity and took it.

Sam’s body heated up when she felt Y/N’s hands close to her hips. She knew that this wasn’t the correct way to have a spotter, but she enjoyed having Y/N’s hands on her hips and didn’t want to lose contact.

When Sam would squat down with the bar, Y/N slightly copied the woman’s movements, ensuring everything was appropriately aligned. Sam suddenly felt nervous when Y/N copied her moves, and when she stood back up, her eyes locked with Y/N’s in the mirror.

Y/N gave Sam a polite smile with her hands still resting on the woman’s hips. “Hi,” Y/N breathlessly said.

“Hi,” San replied with a faint smile. She couldn’t tell if her heartbeat was going a mile a minute because of the squats or if she was simply flustered due to the attractive woman standing behind her. She refused to believe it was the latter.

Sam continued the rest of her set, and when she was done, she and Y/N would trade places. Sam tried her best to make sure that Y/N’s legs didn’t dip inward, but she was too distracted. Every time Y/N would stand up, she would let out a small groan, and Sam hated the way it made her feel.

When the two finished with squats, they started on the leg press. Sam watched with hooded eyes as Y/N’s quads flexed every time the woman straightened her legs. By the time Y/N had finished all three of her sets, Sam had got speechless.

“Sam? You okay?” Y/N asked as she got up from the seat and stood before Sam, gently placing her hands on Sam’s forearms. The contact pulled Sam out of whatever trenches they were, and she shook her head, “No, yeah, I’m good. Sorry about that; I was just distracted.”

Y/N nodded at Sam’s words, gave the woman’s forearms a soft squeeze, and dropped her hands down to her sides. “Alright then, what next?” Y/N asked with a gentle smile.

Almost an hour later, the two women had completed their workout, and Sam somehow managed to avoid going into cardiac arrest. Y/N was glad she got to spend more time with the pretty woman. “So, do you work out on Sundays?” Y/N asked when they got to their cubbies. She was messing around with her bag and refused to look at Sam.

“No, that’s my only day off. Why do you ask?” Sam questioned as her heart thumped steadily against her ribcage; she hoped that Y/N would ask her out, either in a platonic or friendly way. She didn’t care which one it was; just as long as she was with Y/N, she was ecstatic.

Y/N stopped messing with her hand and turned to face Sam. Any previous nerves were gone, nowhere to be seen. The woman's confident smile lit up the gym, and her eyes danced across Sam’s body. On the other hand, Sam seemed to absorb Y/N’s nervousness; her face began to heat up, her palms started to sweat, and for the life of her, she could not look the taller woman directly in the eye.

“I was hoping you would want to do something with me tomorrow? You know, outside of the gym,” Y/N asked as she put her bag over her shoulder, getting ready to head to the showers.

“Why does it have to be tomorrow and not today?” Sam asked when she finally made eye contact with Y/N. She noticed how the woman’s cheeks pulled with her smile, indicating that her confidence was a facade to hide her nerves.

Y/N perked up when she heard Sam’s request, and she instantly beamed. “Oh, I didn’t know if you had plans for today. But if you don’t, I would love to go do something with you later,” Y/N said as she shuffled from one foot to another but maintained a smile.

“I don’t have anything else to do today, so I’m free whenever,” Sam responded while matching Y/N’s smile. She had just met the other girl yesterday, but she couldn’t help the gravitational pull she felt towards the taller woman.

Y/N nodded her head at Sam’s words and slightly pulled on the strap that was across her chest, “Sweet! I mean, okay. We can get breakfast or something once I finish my shower.”

A small laughter rang throughout the gym when Y/N mentioned her shower. “You’re seriously taking a shower here?” Sam asked with a small laugh.

“Of course, I can’t smell bad for our date,” Y/N replied but froze as she called it a date. She hadn’t meant to call it one, but she couldn’t help but yearn for a date with the beautiful woman before her. Y/N noticed how Sam caught her slip up and the way she froze, so she decided to direct the attention away from her. “Unless you would want to join me?” She asked with a smirk that surprised Sam.

The remark flew through Sam’s ear and out the other as embarrassment overtook her. She was never flustered easily, but there was something about Y/N that caused her entire body to act out of line. “You aren’t that slick, Y/N. I’ll just wait for you out here,” Sam said with a smile as she tried her best to hide her evident excitement. She would storm into heaven and hell if it meant she could see Y/N naked in her bed, but she kept those thoughts to herself. The last thing Y/N needed to know was that Sam had been thinking about fornicating with her since they started working out together.

“Are you sure? This is a once-in-a-lifetime offer, and it expires in ten seconds,” Y/N said as she walked backward to the showers, and both women ignored how she almost tripped.

“I’m sure, Y/N, you won’t win me over that easily. Just hurry up,” Sam replied with a small smile as she grabbed her things. She watched as Y/N asked again if she wanted to join her before the taller woman disappeared into the shower room.

Y/N practically ran into the closest shower and stripped in record time. She did a quick rinse with soap and water; Sam told her to be quick about it, and she listened. She finished up her shower and threw on her clothes, and calmly walked out of the shower room with a smile, but her grin dropped as she saw that Sam was nowhere to be seen.

She walked to the cubbies and saw that Sam’s bag was gone, but she found a small note in her own cubby.

‘My sister cut herself with a knife trying to cut an apple, and I have to take her to the hospital. I’m still looking forward to our breakfast later today. Call me!

Sam ;)

XXX-XXX-XXXX’

Y/N smiled at the note as she pushed the door to the lobby open with her back. She pulled out her phone and sent Sam a quick text message asking if her sister was alright, to which she got an immediate reply of a picture of Sam and her little sister sitting in her car together. The sister had her right hand wrapped in a bloody bandage resting in her lap while her left hand was flipping the camera off. She had no smile as opposed to her older sister, who had a giant one on her face and gave the camera a slight thumbs up.

She was going to ask if she needed to reschedule their date, but Y/N erased the message when Sam sent, ‘I’ll drop the child off at the ER, and we can eat shitty hospital food while she gets stitches, my treat!’ Y/N smiled at the message and returned a picture of herself with a thumbs up, eager to see Sam again, even if it was in an awful hospital cafeteria.

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beginners episode ✩‧₊˚

— hockey coach/player!wanda x ex figure skater! reader

tw || HEAVY TOPICS, injury (r = leg and brain), r’s mother is verbally/physically abusive, r’s mom sees herself in r, body-image issues, heavier angst w/ happy ending, hurt/comfort, established relationship (w&r), break ups (not w&r), past relationships, player!wanda for a minute, injury (w = broken nose), NOT PROOFREAD

a/n || this is wanda/reader’s past. reader’s past made me sad, it’s so sad, but you guys asked for this :(

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Your mother had made a suggestion during dinner for you to get out more, have a sport or a club activity to join so you weren’t inside so much. She expressed concern, stating how others will view you if you’re not active in your community. You brought a few ideas to her attention, all were shut down except two—figure skating and debate club.

It wasn’t any surprise that they were chosen seeing as that’s what your mother had done when she was your age, pictures sitting around the house of her standing proud with an award in her hands.

Originally figure skating wasn’t what you wanted to do, but after your first lesson it grew on you already. You looked forward to each lesson, enjoying the conversations you had with the others present in the class.

A few months had passed since, and your mother had begun to attend your lessons, sitting on the stands. Originally you had walked up to her with a smile, asking her what she thought of your friends and what you’ve learned, but she was cold. Her answers were curt, short, telling you that you were doing fine.

You were six at the time. At age twelve she began to control you. Her rampant started with her dislike of your friends, a hand wrapped around your arm to keep you by her whenever you wanted to say hi. She kept you away, saying they aren’t worth your time. You didn’t feel it was right, but you didn’t want to upset her so you agreed, removing yourself from getting to know the others anymore. The realization of her demands didn’t affect you until a few days later when you sat alone in your room.

At age thirteen she had enough. She removed your classed, deciding that from now she’d teach you seeing as she used to skate. She almost made it to the Olympics, but her last performance held her back since she failed half off the spins.

You felt you were always in the rink. After school you were driven to practice. On the weekends you were woken up at 5AM for practice by your flicking your lights on. It was tiring, but fun. You looked forward to spending time with your mother and getting on the ice to learn a new trick. If you did well, she’d buy you something new like a new skate bag. She didn’t make a huge fuss about what you did, eyes looking away from you if you fell or talked back. You thought she was proud, unaware of the frustration growing inside her.

The older you got the stricter she got. By the time you were eighteen, you would be standing in the showers with tears in your eyes. Her bitter words stayed with you, affecting your life and eating away at you. You’d begun to wear modest clothes, scared that someone would view you the way your mom did.

When competitions neared is when your mom’s ugly side reared its head. She didn’t say anything if you won, but it was miles better than when you lost. Your hands would shake when you packed your bags, her presence hovering. The car rides were filled with the sound of her hushed yells, not wanting to make a scene for the cars surrounding hers. You’d be leaning as far away as you could, head resting on the window. You would cry from her words, each one putting walls around your heart until you’ve built one tall enough to tune her out.

Her words meant nothing to you anymore, not much did. You’d step onto the ice and practice and brush past her when the lesson ended. If she got mad at you, grabbing your arm before you left to rink so she could whisper yell into your ear—you’d shrug it off.

The relationship between you was strained, and yet you couldn’t hate her. You tried to find the good within her, seeking out pieces of her heart that would explain her actions. Your brother had no idea, off and gone to college he was gone from the house.

The phone would ring once a week as he checked in on you, understanding how your mom can get at times. Each time you brushed it off, saying you only have a year left before you can leave home.

That year got cut short.

Nationals came up. Everyone in the states showed up, stands full with people excited to see the next top skater. Your mother had been quiet, a soundless woman who moved around without sparing you a glance. The dress she got you was too small, itching at your body in specific areas where the stitching was done wrong. The outfits were made by your grandmother and given to your mom before she had passed. You understood it was special to your mom, but you wish you could take it off. At times it felt like a costume, like you were a spectacle for your mom to see herself in you.

The routine was done to swan lake. Your movements and outfit fit the theme, correlating and helping paint a picture for the audience. You had stepped onto the ice, breathing deep once you’ve found yourself in the middle and settled yourself into position.

Halfway through was a triple axel your mother has been pushing you to land. You had, but only four out of the hundreds of times you tried. She pushed you to, saying that you had to, that you needed to get through to the Olympic team.

You twisted your ankle to jump into the turn and found yourself crashing, sliding with speed until you hit the wall. Your mother’s voice carried over the silenced rink, echoing her screams telling you to get up. You couldn’t move, let alone get up. The wind had been pushed out from your lungs, escaping you in second leaving you heaving on the cold ground, the ice wetting your back.

Shadows were on top of you, hands beginning to take you off of the ice. Questions were thrown your way, asking how you felt and if you could stand. They helped you up but after one step with your left foot, you crumbled with a sob. The medics changed their grasp on you, easing up to stop the pain jolting up your leg with each movement.

You were taken to the hospital, your mother sitting in the ambulance car beside you. There was a bit of hope in you then, maybe she would care that her daughter had gotten hurt. But her eyes were dull, and her face was turned away. You should’ve known not to expect comfort from her.

They set you on a wheelchair, the chair jerking as they turn the corners until you’ve reached a room. You’re about to fall over, gripping the bars of the wheelchair in desperation. Turns out you needed immediate surgery, the nurses bringing you to another room for the surgeon to begin the process.

You wish you didn’t wake up after, that the sedative didn’t wear off until later. Waking up, you felt worse than before, head and body aching. Bruises lined your legs, arms, confusing you when you see them. You had rubbed them, thinking it was some sort of dye but no, the skin was tender.

The nurses explained the situation once they’ve noted you had woken up. Your mom had an episode, and you come to realize the marks are from her doing. You didn’t call off, or somehow hit your leg when they wheeled you back from surgery. Your mother didn’t let go of you even after the nurses tried to pry her off, she her pulled your body onto the ground. Tears were on her face as she yelled, spewing nothing but words full of hatred. The summary of her hatred speech was that she kept on saying how much you were a mistake.

This was when your brother took care of you, seeing as your mother got arrested. He had to graduate college early, settling for an associates and rushing to find a job to take care of the both of you. Him and his girlfriend watched over you once you got released from the hospital, checking in on you often but you were often a blank slate.

It was difficult to get anything from you, but they respected your space. Your brother might not of been present but he felt the situation had happened with how somber you were.

Healing physically took a few months, but healing mentally has taken years. You couldn’t look at anything she had, fearing it would make you remember her presence. You wanted to forget about her, go about as normal but it was difficult to do so. Your brother meant well, trying to assist you with finding a job. He did networking, telling this he worked with that you were looking for a job until he got a few offers. When the hospital cleared you of your crutches, you were able to begin working.

Years passed by. Your brother got married, even had a kid on the way. With time came space. You don’t feel like you’ve healed from the past, the crook in your foot being a constant reminder—but you feel separated. You’re reminded of her, sometimes your emotions would escalate, sometimes the emotions would result in you trying to skate, trying to act like your past didn’t happen.

There was one night where you pushed yourself too hard, attempting to spin and landing on your knees. You nearly avoided landing on your leg, just close to loosing the privilege of being able to run, swim, or skate. Your brother was aware, seeing how you’ve begun to limp again in the mornings.

He was there for you, standing near whenever he sensed you’ve begun to separate yourself. His wife did as well, laying a hand on your lap in comfort. Tyler did too after having witnessing a moment. He was only six, tears in his eyes as he watched you cry over a toy he brought you. He didn’t understand much, but he hugged you. As he’s grown older, he still doesn’t know the full extent of your trauma, but he worries over you, asking often whenever he notices your eyes have begun to cloud.

Wanda does too. Even now as she’s listening to your story, body laid under you as she rubs your body in comfort. You felt comfortable enough to share, feeling asked to almost as you’ve grown closer with her. It’s the first time you’ve ever told the story to someone other than your family. She has tears in her eyes once you’ve finished, turning to look back at her after hearing her let out a shaky sigh.

She pulled you back against her chest, “I’ll never forgive her,” she says into your neck, arms wrapping around your waist.

“Sorry about that… I gave such a long story.”

“Don’t apologize. I asked and wanted to hear. I’m sorry you went through that, nobody should.”

“What about you,” you ask and she sounds confused, “your story. How’d you get into hockey?”

“It’s not like your story.”

She had gotten into hockey later in high school, doing so apparently to enamor and win over some girl from her school. She succeeded, handing her a flower after her game, asking her to prom. She remembers the time in a positive light, stating that ithe first few dates were eye opening for her.

The girl had cheated after a few months of them dating, not saying anything to Wanda after she had walked in on her lying under a stranger. To get back at her she began to sleep around, earning her a title that she would have never wanted a few years back. She fell into her title, stating that she would sleep with someone and leave them right after. Love confessions were denied, invitations to dates went ignored. Her bed sheets often didn’t smell like her, random strangers lying slept in it more than she did.

You laughed when she said that she didn’t stop her phase until she had met you. She had her eyes set on another woman at the time. It changed after meeting you. The title she had following her around? She wanted it to disappear, she wanted to start over.

You laughed but there were tears in your eyes at her confession, “you’re a sap.”

“Hmm, only for you.”

“Why did you continue hockey after breaking up?”

She looks to her jersey hanging on the back of her door, “I joined to impress her but I stayed because I liked the sport and I made friends on the team.

It was silent for a second before she spoke again, “it also gave me a reason to leave class when we had games or if I got hurt.”

“How’d you get hurt?”

“I broke my nose, got into a fight with another player after I realized they were the one my ex cheated on me with.”

“That’s hot.”

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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It was only supposed to be a One night stand (Part 3)

Tw: sexual content, mentions of suicide

shorter chapter todays guys, blease vote the poll down there

Part 4

You woke up to the sound of rattling and the cold sensation on your head. You groaned, cracking your eyes open to see that a sack, made up of a towel and a bunch of ice cubes is resting atop your head. The man is holding it in place.

You and he are still completely naked, only covered by a blanket. You wonder if he prepared this in the nude.

You turned your back against him and pushed the pack of ice away. You felt the bed dip as he shifted his position, he puts it somewhere else and intertwined his legs with yours while he engulfed you in his arms.

He kissed the base of your neck and nuzzled his nose affectionately on your back.

You forced yourself up and pried his arms off you, wanting to use the bathroom. He lets out a tiny whine, weakly grabbing at you as you fend off his fingers. The man frowned when you freed yourself to leave the room.

This time, you locked the door. So you could have an uninterrupted shower and a good look at yourself in the mirror. You definitely look a lot better than before, slowly healing from this illness but the bite marks and hickeys are... excessive.

Slick and cum drip down from between your legs. You estimated that he unloaded at least a dozen times to get to this amount. Luckily for you, you can't get pregnant. You made sure of that.

It took you an hour to clean yourself up and change yourself into a fresh set of clothes. You had to take a deep breath before leaving the room to face him again.

You opened the door to see that he's not there. Good.

You return to your bedroom to see that the blanket has been displaced and his clothes are missing.

So you head to the living room, to see that the glass shards from the broken window has been swept away, and the gaping hole in the wall has been temporarily covered up by a paint stained, blue tarp. No doubt from his car.

There he was, in the kitchen with the microwave on; Fully clothed. You saw a couple of plastic bags and a receipt on the counter, you quickly deduced that he ordered food delivery. You wonder what he got for you this time.

He turned around and walked to you. Pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead. He cupped your cheeks and inspected your face, once he deems that you're okay, he kisses you on the lips.

The moment was interrupted when the microwave beeps. He lets you go, the man went up to the appliance to remove two plastic tubs of what you think is chicken egg soup. No doubt, from his usual place- it is going to be greasy.

"I get this when I'm sick." He spoke, carefully carrying them to the dining table. Once he set them down, he flicked his hands. The heat probably burnt his fingerprints on as steam wafted through the air.

He pulled your chair out for you and you took that as an invitation to sit. Like the gentleman he is, he gently pushes you nearer to the table.

He sat opposite of you, scooping his own soup into his mouth.

Again, silence. There really isn't anything to talk about, you're not interested in knowing more about him and you're not going to reveal any information that-

"Montgomery." You brought your head up to look at him. "My name is Montgomery." He clarified.

Well, about damn time. You grunted in acknowledgment and continued eating your soup, trying to dodge the oil blobs floating on it.

There were a couple beats of quietness before he spoke again. "I'm from the south." You hummed in response, that explains his accent. He obviously is seeking to make conversation with you, but you don't feel like talking to him.

"I came to the city, trying to make it big." You let him continue.

"My old man wanted me to stay on the farm... and my momma said I wouldn't amount to anything much in the city. I guess she's right." He raked his hair with his fingers.

You ignored him. Prompting Montgomery to open up even more.

"The people in the city aren't like the people in the south. They're..." He paused, trying to find the right words. "Different. I just couldn't get along and I felt lonely. So, so lonely."

He looked at you eating spoonfuls of your soup.

"I couldn't go back, I was ashamed of myself. I should have listened to my ma and pa." His voice wavers. "I was a failure and a crappy son for abandoning the farm, my brothers and sisters. I couldn't come back empty handed. So I..."

He gulped and looked into your eyes nervously. "I tried to... leave. I was a coward and an idiot that night. No one cared, and they would have been happier with an insect like me dead anyways."

Then, he smiled. Scooting his seat closer to yours. "But I don't regret it. Because my angel appeared right before me. You gave me a meaning to my life." He playfully pinched your cheek, making you grunt in irritation before swatting his hand away.

He kissed your head in retaliation, restraining your wrist temporarily so you won't push him away. Firing rapid kisses trailing from your jaw down to your collarbones. Only letting you go when you started thrashing. He frowned and backed away, feeling a twinge of hurt that you didn't want his love at the moment.

After that, he returned to his original position and continued eating his soup.

"I'm visiting home this winter." He uttered. "I want you to come with."

Immediately, you declined. Straight up handed him a firm "no".

"I promise, the country isn't as bad as you city dwellers think it is." He bargained. "Ma makes the best pecan pie and-"

You cut him off, saying that you can't take time off work. Also, you only knew his name a mere five minutes ago, he shouldn't bring a stranger to meet his family.

"But you're not a stranger..." He mumbled. "You're my saving grace." Montgomery continued, louder this time. "You're my lover, my light, my first." A dust of pink appeared on his face, he tried concealing it with his hair.

His first? You enquired him about it.

"I... um. You're my first kiss, my first love. I never touched anyone like how I touched you." He coughed into his hand. "I was a virgin before I met you." He slouches, seemingly trying to make himself smaller due to embarrassment.

Definitely a sheltered countryman.

He looked at you with his brown, pleading eyes. "Please? It would mean so much to me, I want everyone to meet my baby. I want them to meet the love of my life." He moved closer, resting his hands on your thighs. "Please? You're all that I have going on. Everyone will love you and I promise you'll have a good time there."

You stared at him, not caring if your soup had gone cold.

"I'll talk to your boss if it helps. Come with me, please?" He begged, slightly squeezing your thighs with his fingers.

You shifted your gaze elsewhere, trying to avoid the kicked puppy expression on his face that you find increasingly handsome each time you see it.

"Look at me, baby." He whispered, turning your head towards him by your chin. "Please? I love you. I'll do anything for you to come home with me." His other hand now slid under your shirt, caressing your bare skin.

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mamawasatesttube · 7 months

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“I sleep better if you’re around.” For the fluff <3

In the stark light of his kitchen, fresh from a post-patrol shower, Tim ponders himself.

Hmm. Ow.

Yeah. Just as he suspected. He prods a careful finger into his ribs—ow!—and hisses. That's what he gets for jumping between some asshole with a gun and the man's poor (hopefully, now, ex-) girlfriend...

He sighs. His careful self-examination before he showered didn't suggest that anything is broken; it's just gonna be a nasty bruise. Which is why he's here, standing in front of his fridge and pondering the freezer door. Or, more accurately, mustering up the strength to reach up, open the freezer, and reach inside for an ice pack, all of which is definitely gonna hurt like a bitch.

Okay. Nothing for it. He's used to pain. Tim takes a deep breath, steadies himself, and—

"What happened to your ribs?"

—leaps a foot clean into the air with a strangled "Eep!"

The pair of luminous blue eyes lurking in the shadows by his bedroom door blinks. Then Kon comes forward into the light, wearing an old T-shirt, boxers, and cat-shaped house slippers. His hair is adorably sleep-mussed, but his eyes are fixed on Tim's chest.

"Holy shit," Tim manages, heart racing. He braces himself against the island, adrenaline still thrumming through his veins. "You're worse than Bruce, dude! Where did you even come from?!"

Kon wrinkles his nose. "Your bed," he says. "What happened to you?"

Tim sighs, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Took a bullet for a civilian. Usual stuff. It was just a handgun; I don't think anything's broken or anything, just forming up into one hell of a bruise. Why were you in my bed...? Were you waiting for me?"

Kon narrows his eyes for a moment, scanning Tim's chest. Then he relaxes, shuffling closer so that Tim can truly appreciate the majesty of his bedhead in the fluorescent kitchen lights. "Yeah, nothing's broken." He gives Tim a little smile. "And yeah, I mean, kinda. Ma's visiting Clark 'n' Lois this weekend, so the farmhouse is empty, so... I wanted to come see you."

A rush of warm, heady affection floods through Tim's chest. "...Yeah," he agrees, taking Kon's hand and intertwining their fingers. It's nice to be so clearly, unabashedly wanted sometimes. "I was just gonna grab an ice pack and let it sit on this for a few before bed, if you wanna sit with me...?"

Kon hums. He raises his free hand to his lips and lightly blows on it for a moment, then reaches for Tim; his palm is frigid against his ribs. Tim stiffens instinctively for an instant, then relaxes into his touch as the cold starts to numb the dull edges of the pain.

Man. Not to brag, but by dating his favorite Kryptonian, Tim really hit the jackpot.

"Who needs an ice pack when you have a clone boy?" Kon's eyes, sleepy as they may be, twinkle as he gives Tim a warm, dopey smile, clearly pleased with himself. If reaching up didn't sound so painful, Tim would be ruffling his hair right now.

As it is, Tim just smiles back and leans into him. His head falls against Kon's shoulder as the exhaustion of the night starts to creep up on him, and he sighs with contentment. "Not me."

"Not you," Kon agrees. He yawns, resting his cheek against Tim's hair. "...Sleepy. What time's it, anyways?"

"Around three." Tim slips his arm around his Kon's waist. "Wanna go back to bed?"

"Mmhmm." Kon hums. "I sleep better when you're around."

Warmth blooms in Tim's chest all over again. "Yeah," he says. "I know."

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luigi doing oral on fem!reader, please.

You got it!

A Blissful Mess

Luigi x Fem!Reader NSFW

Summary: Luigi decides to treat you to a blissful evening.

Notes: NSFW, Luigi performing oral, hardly any plot, just Luigi being the kind and worshipping boyfriend he is.

I'm sorry if this is trash I wrote this at like five in the morning and wanted to get it out I just hope it is good for you and I also put a little bit of dominant Luigi in here too cause why not I feel like he would be dominant just once in a blue moon.

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Ever since you woke up this morning, you were absolutely horny for Luigi. You wanted him, you craved him, you wanted him to do his magic but unfortunately, he had to go to work and so did you. He had promised to make it up to you for tonight and you were going to hold him to that promise. You were counting down the minutes that Luigi would be home and since he was going to treat you tonight, you decided to make him a warm and hearty dinner as a way to pack him back before he even treats you. You just prayed that Luigi would have a decent day and not a bad one because if he is in a bad mood, then you didn't want to force him to give you oral. It was eventually time for Luigi to be home and by the time you finished his dinner, he had walked in through the front door.

"Ooo what smells so good in here?" Luigi asks as he hangs up his hat, gloves and takes his shoes off.

"Some hearty and warm lasagna!" You answer, bringing Luigi's plate to the dining table with a ice cold light beer.

Tomorrow would be Luigi's day off so you knew the beer was an okay choice.

"Why thank you, (Y/N). You didn't have to do this." Luigi reassures you but you place a kiss on his forehead.

"Well of course I did. You worked all day and it's only fair." You reassure him back and he smiled in response.

"You're so good to me." He softly said.

Even though you were doing this cause you really wanted him to get you off, but it is also cause you care for him and love him so much. He truly was the best guy you have ever been with. The two of you sat down and ate the delicious dinner you made. It was so good, that you were impressed with yourself. Once finished, you got up and started cleaning up the kitchen when Luigi came up from behind you and held your hips. You can tell he was hesitating for he hasn't done anything like this before.

"Yes, Lui?"

You can tell he was blushing because of his silence and his hesitation in his movements.

"You can touch me. I don't mind." You suggestively tell him, trying to give him a confidence boost.

You felt Luigi grab you by your hips softly and bring your butt onto his crotch. He was hard.

"I want to give you what I promised you this morning. You're still...horny, right?" Luigi asks you, with a hint of flustering in his tone.

"I very much am. I have been waiting for you all day, Lui."

You could feel Luigi's erection get harder from you saying that. It turned you on so much.

"I'll clean up the kitchen, my love. You have done so much for me so let me treat you for the night." Luigi told you.

You dropped whatever you were doing, turned around, and gave Luigi a deep, passionate kiss. Luigi softly moaned into your mouth from your actions, sending waves of euphoria to your body. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch of his mouth. Luigi didn't even fight back. He let you have your way with him. You could tell by the noises he was making, though, that he was enjoying every second of this. You then ran your fingers through his soft, short hair. It was greasy. He needed a shower, but it still felt so soft. You felt Luigi grab your shoulders, lead you to the couch, and make you sit down without breaking the kiss at all. Luigi pulled away and looked deeply into your eyes. You were ready.

"My lady," Luigi starts as he gets on his knees and spreads your legs apart, "do you still want this?"

"Yes. Yes, I do." You were practically begging for Luigi to pleasure you at this point.

Your clit was throbbing for him. You wanted him so badly. Luigi then starts to take your pants off. You weren't sure if he was doing it slow on purpose or not, but you were mentally screaming for him. Your pants were finally off, and all that was left was your underwear.

"Luigi, please." You sternly said.

"Please, what?" Luigi questioned you.

You were getting slightly irritated, but you also didn't want to irritate or piss Luigi off, so you took a deep breath in and then out to calm yourself.

“Please sir.” You utter as electricity runs through your body from wanting.

“Good girl, Y/N” Luigi says with a tiny hint of dominance as he kisses down your body, causing you to get wetter.

He looks up at you, beaming his blue eyes at you as he notices you getting wetter and you’re squirming.

“What’s wrong? Can't take it?" Luigi asks as he goes slow.

Oh, so he was being dominant for once? Interesting. You moan and bite your lip as your eyes meet his, you give him the fuck me eyes. Basically, you were nonverbally telling him to fuck you and get on with it. Luigi just smirked as his teeth tugged on your panties, his big blue eyes peering at you.

"Luigi, please." You were getting frustrated.

"What?" Luigi asked.

"I want you. Please." You begged.

Luigi's expression softened, going back to his usual self.

"Sorry. Couldn't help myself." Luigi softly said as he grabbed your panties and pulled them off of your body, the cold air hitting your wet vagina.

You were that wet for him. Luigi then touched your wet core, sending chills down your spine. You moaned softly at his touch. He wasn't even doing anything to you, but just feeling his touch made you feel so good. Luigi then stuck one finger inside of you, sending shockwaves throughout your body.

"L-Lui." You moaned, wrapping your legs around his head.

You brought his face closer to your core, wanting him so badly at this point. Luigi didn't mind it at all. He just wanted to make sure you felt good. Luigi began moving his finger all around inside of you, hitting every little nerve. He knew what to do to make you nearly cry out in pleasure.

"Is this good?" Luigi asks you for your approval.

"Y-Yes. More, please."

"As you wish."

Luigi then stuck another finger inside of you, filling you up.

"O-Oh. Oh, Lui." You moan deeply at his action.

Luigi twists and turns his fingers all around you, feeling every inch inside of you. He was going slow, whether it be on purpose or not. It still felt so good to you. Luigi then curved his fingers and hit your good spot.

"Oh, Lui!" You shouted at what he did.

Silently, Luigi chuckled to himself. He just knew what to do to make you feel good, and he was always proud of himself. Luigi then starts to rub his fingers roughly against your spot, making you twitch aggressively. He wasn't worried about being too rough, albeit you were so wet already that he was using you as a lubricant.

"Don't stop, Luigi. Don't stop, please." You beg of him.

It felt so great, the best ever even.

"I won't. I promise, my love." Luigi says deeply in a very romantic and passionate way.

Suddenly, you felt Luigi's tongue lick your entire core, making you cry out.

"O-Oh! Yes! Please!"

The feeling of Luigi's fingers penetrating you as well as his tongue licking your core and clit nearly overwhelmed you, but it didn't. It all felt right. Luigi went faster with his finger and tongue, and you could feel a deep, warm feeling building inside of you.

"Are you getting close?" Luigi asks.

"Y-Yes. Please don't stop. Hmhmm." You moaned, which nearly made Luigi cream in his pants.

He himself was super hard, and he nearly couldn't help himself.

"My love, is it okay if I relief myself while still relieving you?" Luigi asks.

The thought of Luigi rubbing himself while rubbing you turned you on so much.

"Y-Yes. Yes, you can." You approved his ask.

Before shutting your eyes from pleasure, you see Luigi reach his free hand down his pants while he continues to pleasure you. Your orgasm was coming strong, and it caused you to shut your eyes from the deep pleasure you were feeling.

"Oh Lui, oh Luigi." You moaned, which made Luigi moan into your clit causing you to nearly scream.

You never imagined that this would be how your night ended, but you weren't complaining at all. Suddenly, you were on the edge of your orgasm. Luigi's fingers were getting a little sloppy but his intense work on your clit with his tongue didn't change at all. He was getting close, too.

"Make me cum, Luigi. Please." You deeply moaned, which drove Luigi crazy.

"A-Are you close?" Luigi moans.

"Yes. Are you?" You ask, seeing that his body was trembling.

"Y-Yeah." He moaned, but immediately continued what he was doing with you.

He wanted you to cum first, so he slowed down his hand movements on himself to make sure you did cum first. The warm feeling spread out to your legs and your core. It was coming fast. Super fast. Oh there it was.

"O-Oh!! Oh Luigi, oh Lui!" You screamed out, your orgasm hitting you hard with intense pleasure.

You gripped the couch cushion and Luigi's hair as your orgasm continued to radiate throughout your body. As you caught your breath, you heard Luigi scream out in moans as he finished himself. You screaming his name out as you cummed was all it took. Your legs were so numb as well as the lower half of your body thanks to Luigi. It felt that good. It was perhaps the best he had ever done. Luigi pulled away from you, and you could see some leakage on his mustache.

"Oh damn, sorry about that." You shyly apologized, not thinking you could ever do that.

"No, it's okay. I'm just glad that I was able to make you feel that good." Luigi smiles at you.

Luigi cleaned himself up, as well as his face, and gave you a big kiss.

"Should we finish upstairs?" You suggest.

Luigi's face grows red. No matter how many times y'all have done the deed, Luigi still gets very flustered at the thought of it.

"S-Sure thing. Anything you want." Luigi accepts your request.

The two of you hurried upstairs and entered into a night full of bliss and love as well as for a possible noise complaint.

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I hope you enjoy it! Sorry for it being so late I had a busy week as well as a busy weekend but I hope you enjoy it!!

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Rafe's Actions (Part 2)

Unedited-- ~2.1k words

(Part 1)

Warnings from previous part comes along for the most part.

JJ brought you home as promised and had stayed for nearly an hour making sure you were safe and that you would be okay alone. After multiple reassurances and locking the door behind him, he had gone. He had such a good heart and it ached to know that sometimes he was mistreated by the one person who was supposed to love him unconditionally.

The house was silent and you appreciated it. It gave you a chance to process and mourn the loss of that piece of you that loved Rafe. You spent half of the time upstairs packing a bag and lying on your bed staring at the ceiling as you cried it out, but then you straightened up and taken a shower. Appreciating the familiarity of your own shower and products. After drying off, taking care of your skin and hair, you had pulled on a pair of comfy shorts and JJ's sweatshirt. Now you were baking to distract yourself. You had one hour until JJ would be back and you elbow deep in your surprise for him and the others.

You had made brownies and cookies to thank the others for last night and you were working on cupcakes now. JJ’s favorite, hence why he called you all cupcake on a regular occurrence and it had easily been one of your favorite nicknames. As you mixed the icing you heard the front door open. Your body went cold as you froze in your place. No one should be here and the door was locked.

“Princess?!” A voice calls. It was Rafe. You drop the handheld mixer back into the bowl and grab your phone as you move into the butler's pantry.

You text the group chat in a panic and pray someone responds. A response comes back lightning-fast from Pope. They were coming, but no ETA. You knew you couldn’t hide, not down here. The baking mess was a clear indicator of your presence in the house and the stairs were too far away. Your gaze landed on the knives stacked neatly in their place and you grab one by the hilt pulling it out. You swallow down the fear at thinking you would have to protect yourself.

Rafe turns the corner with Topper a few feet behind him. Those cold blue eyes land on you almost immediately and a slow smile forms on his lips. Nothing but pure rage burning in his eyes. He wasn't going to be forgiving. A bouquet of very expensive flowers in a beautiful crystal vase in his hands along with your clutch from last night. He had your house keys. Your gaze flickers to Topper who is busy looking at your baking. Rafe glances back over his shoulder at his best friend before turning back to you.

“Finally, you’re home,” Rafe says, his voice sounding relieved as he puts the vase and clutch on the kitchen counter and stepping closer towards you. You take a step back while gripping the knife tightly. Topper pauses in his question when his eyes land on you. His eyes widen as he takes in the visible damage Rafe had left on your body before shifting to the knife in your hand.

Topper spoke your name, his voice gentle, as you inched further back from the pair. “He’s not going to hurt you.”

“He already did,” you spit out at him. Your gaze turns to your ex-boyfriend. “It’s over Rafe. I should’ve listened to everyone. And I won’t be that stupid again."

You could see the anger stirring in him as Topper moved to get between you. This was not going to end well even with Topper present.

“Where did you go last night huh?” Rafe asks, looking over Topper’s shoulder. “I came here last night to apologize and you were nowhere to be found.” His shoulders tensed and his voice edged with anger but something darker was there.

You don’t answer. You could feel the fear spreading through your body as you held his harsh gaze, determined to stand your ground this time, but a smaller part of you starting to panic at the rage just under the surface. His mask slipping.

“Did you go to that dirty pogue?”

Tears burn your eyes at the taunting smirk spreading across his face.

“You are such a whore!” He yells, the anger bubbling over as he tries to push past Topper who barely keeps him at bay. “I bet you gave it up for him so fast! He didn’t even have to beg for it did he?!”

“Hello?!” Sarah’s panicked voice calls from the front door and within seconds she, Kiara, and Pogue are standing between you and Topper with an enraged Rafe struggling to get to you.

“Get her out of here!” Topper yells as he pushes Rafe back once more. “Now!”

“Come on,” Kiara says grasping your arm. You grab your clutch before allowing them to pull you out of the kitchen.

“If I can’t have you no one will!” His voice thunders. You don’t look back already knowing he meant it. Everyone makes it outside and you turn to see the Twinkie coming down the drive way too fast. It all collapsing around you as the situation seem to be closing in on a horrific ending. JJ wouldn’t walk away from this.

“It’s okay,” Kiara says rubbing your back as she realizes a panic attack is beginning to surface.

“He’s not going to let me go so easily Kie,” you say, your stomach turning at how possessive you know Rafe to be, especially with you. Your nails digging into your palm as the other hand clutches the knife tighter. A large crashing sound echoes out of the opened front door and cursed screaming follows as the Twinkie pulls to a stop beside you.

JJ jumps out and starts for the house but Pope cuts him off and redirects him to you. He turns, his eyes wild with rage. His gaze flickers over you, stopping at the large knife in your hand.

“A knife?”

You inhale shakily before tossing it away into the grass. “I didn’t know what else to do!"

He moves forward, his hands warm on your face, concern clear in his eyes. "What do you need?"

“It’s okay JJ, I’m okay.” You reassure him, reaching to touch his face, but pause at the sight of blood in your palm from your nails reopening the wound. A tear slid down your cheek. “I’m okay. They made it in time.”

He grabs your hand turning it over to look at the blood. "Did he touch you?”

“No, Topper stopped him.”

"Fucking whore!" His voice carries across the yard while he exits the house, his face hard and his hands balled into fists at his side. Topper scrambling to get in front of him. Sarah and the others move shifting their bodies to be between Rafe and you. JJ gently pulls you behind him.

His jaw clenches before he looks back at you then Rafe.

“Guys, we should get out of here,” Sarah calls, watching as Topper takes a hard shove from Rafe, a neighbor stepping out onto her porch with her phone pressed to her ear. Everyone agrees with her, but you as you fight back tears. He was ruining your life.

JJ guides you to the Xterra. “Go with Kie and Sarah.”

“I’m not leaving without you,” you say gripping his wrist then. You trembled at the thought of him alone at the mercy of Rafe and Topper. “He’s not worth it JJ. Please come with me.”

He glances at the others. John B was closing the passenger door on the Twinkie for Sarah. Pope was climbing into the passenger seat of the Xterra, all eyes on him. You tug on his arm, pleading with him silently to get in the car with you.

"Go!" Topper yells, struggling under the angry force of your ex boyfriend.

“Okay,” he agrees and you both get into the backseat.

“Kiara, please,” you beg once you see she’s still standing outside of the car. Her face screwed up watching as Topper barely keeps a hold on Rafe. “I’ll clean it up later.”

“We’ll clean it up later,” Pope returns making you smile a little.

“Okay.” Kiara climbs in, her lips pressed into a thin line. Worry creasing her forehead she starts the car and you pull away going in a hurry. Sarah and John B follow in the Twinkie.

You press my face into JJ’s chest, inhaling the smell of him, saltwater and cedar wood, while he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“What happened?” He asks, his voice low.

“He called you a dirty pogue and then called me a whore. He said if he can’t have me no one can.”

“I hate him,” he says cupping your face with his hand. “I hate him. This isn’t over.”

“Please let it go JJ,” you whisper, grasping his shirt. “For me, please let it go.”

“You are staying with me for a while. Until your parents are back at least.”

You nod in agreement before closing your eyes and dropping your head back onto his chest. He holds you close again.

“Can we come back in an hour or so?” You ask softly after you hit the outer edge of Figure 8 and that makes all three look at you in question. “I have cupcakes to ice along with brownies and cookies for you guys.”

Everyone laughs as you pout at not getting to share with them.

“Yeah, let’s go get some food and we’ll come back,” Kie says. “The Wreck okay?”

“Yeah,” you respond looking out the window as the air filters in ruffling your hair.

— — — —

After eating your fill of food you all pull back up to the house. The front door was shut but unlocked as you let yourself in. The others follow.

“Careful,” Kie grasps your arm as you step into the kitchen. The crystal vase Rafe had brought was shattered on the floor. A couple of chips of paint missing on the wall where the vase had hit it. The flowers crumped on the floor and a dried water stain was on the floor.

“He did not try to bring you flowers and think it was okay!” Sarah growls and you frown turning the kitchen lights on. The bowl of icing sits empty on the floor and the half mixed icing splattered on the kitchen counter, cabinets, and oven. Several bottles of wine smashed on the hardwood floor, red wine staining the surface.

“Do you need to pack a bag still?” John B asks, coming back from scouting the house with JJ and Pope. “No one is here and nothing is brok-" His voice fades as he takes in the damage. Pope pauses as well.

“No, I packed earlier. It’s on my bed.”

'"Jesus!" JJ's eyes widen at the destruction after he jogged back into the kitchen to give an all clear on the back of the property. His blue eyes find you, worry creasing his brow, you shake your head, hands trembling while you start to kneel and it clean up the mess.

"We've got this," Kie says, stepping between you and the shattered wine bottles. "You pack up the goodies. Pope and I will clean the mess."

You nod once, glancing at John B and Sarah who stand just behind you. Sarah is silent but her gaze is fixated on you. Shock clear on her face at what her brother could do.

“I'll get your bag,” Sarah says before she disappears towards the stairs.

"We'll watch the doors," John B adds before him and JJ go without another word.

You focus on stacking the already boxed-up treats in a tote bag before you quickly toss the unfinished cupcakes and a pre-made icing canister into another box. Kie picks up the flowers before she sweeps up the glass. Pope focused on the wine bottle shards and mopping up the red liquid. You grab another kitchen towel and wipe away the icing from various surfaces.

"Toss the towels, Pope." You mutter when he stands with two drenched kitchen towels. "I would rather my family not see them."

He jerks his chin in answer before tossing them in the trash bin. Kie comes behind him sweeping up the rest of the shards while Pope joins you at cleaning icing. You exhale, glancing at Sarah entering the kitchen. Her brown eyes find you, something in those dark depths made your stomach churn.

"What?" You ask. "What did he do?"

She shakes her head, biting her lip, tears collecting in her own eyes. You start to go, but a warm hand catches your elbow.

"Don't," JJ murmurs, his fingers gentle as he turns you into his chest. "Kie, help Sarah upstairs."

She goes without a word as you breakdown crying in his arms. JJ holds you silently. His touch gentle as he rubs your back. Pope works quickly around you both.

"How bad?" You murmur quietly peeking up at JJ after a moment. He shakes his head, his jaw clenching before he looks away. His own eyes starting to water.

"Sarah yelled so I went to check on her. You don't need to see it."

"He's not going to let me go is he?"

"He doesn't have a choice," JJ practically growls before pulling you tightly against him. "I won't ever let him put a hand on you again."

“That is everything down here,” Pope says, his voice gentle. "I'll go help upstairs."

“Thank you Pope,” you whisper looking around. The kitchen seemed whole again. JJ keeps you against him. His touch grounding you. After what feels like forever the other three enter the kitchen. Your bag in Sarah's hand along with a small toiletry bag in her other. She watches you, her face unreadable.

“Alright, come on,” Kie says quickly, glancing around the kitchen one last time. Pope takes the tote bag with ease as you all hurry out of the house. You secure the alarm and the door before turning to let JJ guide you back to the car. Everyone agreeing to go the Chateau.

— — — —

It was late, Pope and Kie had gone home after their parents had given them both a hard time for being out all night last night. Sarah and John B were in his room and JJ had you in the guest room that was essentially his anyways. You were not allowed to sleep out of his line of sight and you understood why. JJ had explained what Rafe had done upstairs once you were alone. He promised they had returned it to normal and removed anything that wasn't what it should be.

You focused on smoothing the antibiotic cream on all the visible injuries as he lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling. His hand brushes your leg as he shifts to roll and watch you.

“Thank you for taking care of me J.” You screw the lid back on and drop it on the nightstand. Your arms wrapping around your legs. You watch him, drinking him in. His ruffled blonde hair, his ocean blue eyes, a dimple making itself known once he catches you staring at him, and a faint blush on his cheeks.

He hums, his fingertip tracing down the length of your calf before pausing at your ankle.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done without you all last night.”

He sits up leaning over you. “You came to us for a reason. You came to me for a reason.”

You smile weakly, a tear sliding down, but he wipes it away. You lean in then, your lips pressing to his. He kisses you back, hand tangling in your hair as the other braces his weight over you. The kiss ends and you brush the tip of your nose against his. “Am I crazy for that?”

“Not a chance Baby.” He says, his voice low, his breath fanning over your face.

You laugh a little and he grins at hearing it. You exhale softly fidgeting with your fingers before meeting his gaze again. “I like you JJ. More than a buddy.”

“Me too.”

You blush and glance at the door. A shuffling sound and then a door closes catches your attention.

“We should get some sleep.” JJ murmurs, his body still practically hovering over you. You turn back to him. A small smile teases his lip, a dimple flashing before he pecks the tip of your nose. “You need more sleep."

Once you are both in the dark and under the covers, your hand finds his. He slots his fingers between the spaces of your own and a small squeeze tells you that you are safe.

“Sweet dreams.”

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bropunzeling · 5 months

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thinking of how leon and matthew rushing to each other during injury is SUCH a jess bropunzelling move that i need marriage bets scene ehere none of the tkachuks believe that leon has spousal privieege

[(a) i feel aggressively called out 😂 (b) hmm maybe it would go a little like:]

"I thought," Leon says, sticking to Matthew like a burr, "you were trying not to get hurt this year. We talked about it."

Matthew laughs, and then winces because laughing hurts. Fuck, his mouth. "Contact sport, baby."

"It's the All-Star Game," Leon retorts, aggrieved.

Matthew shrugs. Can't account for freak accidents. He's not even sure how it happened---he was stuck skating backwards, he was bad at skating backwards, he fell over just in time to get a stick to the mouth, and when he sat up and spat on the ice it was red. Bedard looked a little shell-shocked as everybody came over to gawk, but Matthew was laughing too hard and then wincing too much to give the kid a hard time.

The one nice thing about it was that as soon as he got to the tunnel, Leon was there, newly changed into his street clothes and unwilling to listen to Matthew protesting that it wasn't even that bad, really, instead attaching himself to Matthew's side and refusing to leave. Sure, Leon may be hovering like he can fix Matthew's mouth through sheer proximity, but Matthew’s resigned to the fact that he likes that.

"Okay," says whichever of the Leafs trainers got stuck with the short straw this weekend, "Draisaitl, I'm going to have to ask you---"

"I can be here," Leon says, right as Matthew slurs, "He can be here." They look at each other, then Leon adds, "It's on the form."

The trainer checks something on a tablet. His eyes widen. There might be a snort. Then, he shrugs. "Alright, then."

Leon does nearly get kicked out ten minutes later for distracting Matthew while someone sticks their fingers in his mouth. It takes Leon nodding earnestly and swearing he'll stop for them to keep him in here, which also sucks because then no one is distracting Matthew from---

"Broken tooth," the doctor says. "You'll need a cap."

"Jesus Christ," Leon says.

"Hey, I'll be just like you two years ago," Matthew mumbles around the gauze. Fuck, his mouth hurts.

Leon rolls his eyes and grabs Matthew's hand. "If you actually used your mouthguard---" he says, because he's a fucking hypocrite.

Matthew glares, then squeezes his hand as hard as he can when the doctor gives him a numbing shot. As retaliation.

They sit like that during the aftercare instructions---nothing too hot; nothing too cold; nothing too hard; nothing good, basically; try not to make it worse before getting it capped---and then, once they're given the green light and an ice pack to help with the swelling, Leon drags Matthew out and down the hall so Matthew can finally get his pads off.

"Only you would get sticked at the goddamn All-Star Game."

"Pretty sure Bedard didn't mean it," Matthew points out, holding the ice to his lip.

Leon mumbles something under his breath that probably means he's going to be targeting a teenager next time he's on the ice at the United Center. Matthew probably shouldn't find that funny.

"Hey, shit, there you are," someone says. Brady clomps up to them, making to hug Matthew and then clearly deciding better of it. "We lost---"

"Fuck," Matthew says.

"And also they couldn't decide if they needed to put Bedard in the box, they were arguing for five minutes, it was fucking hilarious. Are you good? Is he good?" The second one is to Leon.

"Broken tooth," Leon supplies.

"Ouch," Brady says sincerely. "Well, get changed and cleaned up, I think Mom's about to storm down here if no one talks to her soon."

"It's not that bad," Matthew mumbles in protest as his brother and his boyfriend steer him towards the locker room.

It's only when he’s finally, finally out of his pads and on the way to the showers that he hears Brady say, in what he probably thinks is a whisper, "How the fuck did they allow you back there, anyway?"

Matthew glances back just in time to see Leon's ears go red.

#ask #marriage bets

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junkissed · 1 year

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snowball fights

day nine of junkissed's svt season's greetings

member — bf!mingyu x reader genre — fluff word count — 1.1k synopsis — all you wanted to do was decorate the outside of the house in peace. as usual, mingyu has other ideas. warnings — implied nudity but not suggestive (mingyu and reader take a shower) notes — lowercase intended

one reblog = one snowball in mingyu's face

“gyu? where’d you go?”

it was saturday morning, the ground outside white with fresh snow from last night’s storm, so you’d planned to start the day setting up your winter decorations outside.

by the time the wire reindeer were set up in the yard and the strings of white light bulbs were wrapped around the trees at the end of the driveway, the lightly falling snow had begun to come down harder again.

you’d turned around to ask mingyu if he had another extension cord, but you’re met with silence. you frown, looking around for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

figuring he’d gone back inside when you weren’t paying attention, you step up onto the porch to walk inside and look for the cord. suddenly you feel something hit the back of your jacket.

you spin around to see mingyu standing on the front lawn, squatting down and grabbing handfuls of snow, packing them into neat balls.

you raise an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“oh, you’re dead!” you call, tugging your beanie down over your ears.

he licks his bottom lip and nods, a cocky grin plastered across his face. “bring it on, sweetheart,” he shouts over to you.

you reach down and dig your hand into the snow, cupping it in your palm and patting it into a snowball.

when you pretend to throw it, he throws a snowball of his own at you. you squeal and run off the porch, leaping down the steps and diving behind the car. his snowball crumbles against the side of the house.

you poke your head around the side of the car to see him bent down, reaching for more snow. taking advantage of the opportunity, you jump up and throw your biggest snowball at him. it seemed like it was flying in slow motion until it landed, right on top of mingyu’s head, the snow breaking apart and sticking to loose strands of hair poking out from beneath his hat.

“yes!” you cry, pumping your fist in triumph. he groans in response.

you bent back down on one knee, intently focused on your mission. you gathered some of the snow that had piled up beside the car, and as you begin packing it into balls, you keep one ear alert, listening for signs of mingyu. but… you didn’t hear a sound.

which was odd, because mingyu is the loudest person you know, managing to make noise while doing just about anything. but now, he was silent as a mouse.

you turned around, pressing your back against the tire. you catch a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of your eye, and you look up. too late, you realize what’s happening, and with a laugh mingyu smashes two snowballs over your head.

immediately you feel the icy snow run down your back and you let out a gasp. the ice melts the second it makes contact with your skin, warm under so many layers of winter clothes.

next to you, mingyu’s laughter fills your ears. you reach up and wipe the snow from your eyebrows, pretending to be angry.

seeing your expression, his face falls and he rushes to start apologizing, thinking you were actually mad at him. “oh, wait, baby, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean–”

without hesitating, you jump up and shove your last snowball right into his face. his look of surprise was priceless; now it was your turn to laugh.

“hey, not fair!” he sputters, brushing the snow out of his eyes. but he’s laughing, too, and you know he’s not really mad.

“truce?” you giggle, holding out a gloved hand for him to shake.

he reaches out and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. “c’mon,” he says, pressing cold lips against your flushed cheek. “let’s go inside.”

together you walk back into the house, shedding wet layers the second you step through the door. you peel off your jacket and scarf, immediately feeling the warmth from the heater on your skin. you sigh in relief and hang your coats by the door to dry, followed by two pairs of boots.

your pants are still wet from the snow, and a chill runs through your body as the cold soaks through your remaining clothes. “i need a hot shower,” you sigh, pulling off your wet socks and leaning into the laundry room to toss them in the basket.

“can i join?” mingyu asks, grinning.

“mmm… maybe i’ll let you, if you ask nicely,” you tease.

he puts on his poutiest face, tilting his chin down to stare at you through his eyelashes.

of course he would. he knows how weak you are for his puppy dog eyes.

he clears his throat loudly. “please?” he whines softly.

“you’re shameless,” you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “fine.”

he whoops and jogs up the stairs to start the shower. you giggle and pull your shirt over your head, following after him.

after you’d dried off and put on fresh pajamas, you sat curled up on the couch together, mugs of coffee warming your laps. the gentle hum of the washing machine drying your clothes fills the house as you watch tv, the channel turned to whatever’s playing.

the fireplace crackles quietly as the snow outside continues to fall, creating a picturesque winter afternoon worthy enough to be a painting. even though it was still light outside, you’d turned on the strings of lights decorating the room. the colorful, twinkling lights made the house feel cozy, like home.

you shift, adjusting the pile of blankets on your lap so you can move closer to mingyu. he grins, briefly letting go of his phone to wrap a welcoming arm around you and pull you partway onto his lap. you lean into his shoulder and glance up at him, quietly watching his soft features with a smile on your face.

the room is calm; the only sounds are from the dryer and the tv playing quietly in the background. these are the moments you love most, the quiet ones where you can just be alone, together.

the show goes to a commercial, and he looks down at you. “you look comfortable,” he says with a smile, reaching down to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“i am,” you giggle, finding his hand and lacing your fingers with his.

he grins, squeezing your hand. “good.”

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‘Good’ Friend (reader x sonny carisi)

Warning: 18+, cussing, smut

WC: 1196

Sonny and you have been dating for a few months. There is an age gap between the both of you (about 10 years), but both of you are consenting adults. You had met Sonny at a little store around the corner from your apartment. The second you laid eyes on him, you wanted him, and now you finally have him. Ever since you all started dating every weekend you spend time together. You pack a bag, go over on Friday nights, and then leave Sunday afternoons. Instead of meeting Sonny at his place, you decided to surprise him at work.

You stood outside in the cold, waiting for Sonny to come down from the precinct. He finally came down the stairs staring at his phone. "Hey!" you yelled while while waving your hand. Sonny looked up and had a shocked look on his face. "Uhhh hey doll. What are you doing here?" He grabbed you quickly and pulled you to the side. "I thought we could walk to your place together. I took an Uber here and waited for you." you said with a big smile on your face. "You are so sweet, doll." Sonny kissed your forehead and wrapped his arm around you. You all started walking, and from the corner of your eye, you saw Sonny turn and look behind. You shrugged it off and kept walking with him.

A little store was coming up around the corner before you all got to Sonny's. "Do you mind if we stop in? I wanted to get some chips and ice cream for our date night." Sonny smiled at you and said, "Of course we can.". When you all got to the store, Sonny opened the door for you. Walking down one of the aisles, Sonny stopped staring at the condoms. "I'm pretty sure we only have one left at my place. Which ones should we get?" Sonny looked at you and winked. Your cheeks got red, and you giggled, "I'm fine with whatever you want. I am going to go get some stuff while you debate." You spun around on your heels, and Sonny smacked your ass. You bit your lip and kept walking towards the ice cream.

A few moments later, you came back to the aisle. Your head is down while you dig around in the little basket. You start telling him, "I couldn't decide on one flavor, so I got three, and I also got a couple of diff..." As you look up, you see him talking to someone, "Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you talking to anyone." You smiled at the person. "Oh Y/N, this is Fin. We work together." You put your hand out to shake Fins. "Fin, this is my uh good friend Y/N." You look at Sonny very confused. You then look at Fin with a big smile, "It is very nice to meet you." Fin shakes your hand. You can tell Fin senses some awkwardness. "Well y/n it was very nice to meet you." Fin said goodbye to Sonny and walked the opposite way. You and Sonny went through the checkout and headed back to his place.

The walk to Sonny place was quiet, and so was the elevator ride up. Once inside, you tossed your bag on the floor, put the ice cream in the freezer, and laid the chips on the coffee table. "Do you mind if I go take a shower?" you asked while walking to the bedroom. "Sure, go right ahead, doll." Sonny voice sounded low and confused.

You shut the bathroom door behind you and walk over to the sink. You look at yourself in the mirror and begin to cry. Black lines are to roll down your face. 'Am I not good enough?' You think to yourself. You get undressed and stare at your slim figure in the mirror. Shaking your head, you turn around and get in the shower. The hot water running down your face and body made you feel better. You sit on the floor and let the water hit your back. Bringing your knees to your chest, you cross your arms and bury your head. Emotions start to hit you and you being too sob. 'Am I just a secret? Will I ever be anything else?' You think while tears run down your face. Soon, the water starts to get cold, and you have to force yourself out.

The body is now moisturized, hair is blown dry, and in a bun. You walk into the bedroom with a towel around you. In your bag is a new black silk pajama set and a cute pair of panties. Sighing, you grab the pj and put them on. In the mirror, you see a beautiful woman who looks amazing in her new butterfly thong and black silk pj set. The pj shorts were short enough to show the bottom of your ass. You smiled at yourself, but the smile faded quickly.

Walking out of the bedroom, you see Sonny with no shirt on and in gray sweat pants. He was bent over placing food on the coffee table. His muscular back made you bite your lip. Sonny turned around, "Oh wow! You look beautiful, doll. Did you buy those just for me?" He started to walk to you and grabbed you by your waist. Leaning down to kiss you, you pull away and walk to the couch. As you walk away, you say, "The pj were on sale, so I just decided to get them." You sat down on the couch waiting for him to come over. "Well, it looks amazing on you. I uh ordered some Chinese while you were in the shower. I got your favorite." He pointed at a box of sushi and some noodles. "That's very kind of you, Sonny." You take the food and begin to eat. Sonny sits down, and you see him looking at you from the corner of your eye. He sighs and then presses play on the movie.

While the movie continues, you begin to fall asleep. You lay down on the couch and watch till your eyes begin to close. Suddenly, you feel yourself being pulled, and you wake up startled. "What are you doing?" You snap at Sonny. "Woah...I was just trying to pull you close to me." Sonny put his hands up while leaning back. "Well don't, I was fine the way I was." You start to get up and walk to the bedroom. Sonny jumps up and grabs you by the arm and turns you around. "What the fuck is your problem y/n?" Sonny face was red with anger. "Why would I have a problem with a 'good friend'?" you made sure to emphasize the last part. Sonny looked at you and sighed, "I know that was not the correct thing to say. I panicked when I saw someone outside of work. You are beautiful and young. The thought of being judged for me dating a younger woman makes me worry." You look at him with tears in your eyes, "that makes me feel like shit Sonny. Makes me feel like you are embarrassed to be with me. It makes me feel like I am not good enough and that I am a dirty secret of yours!" Before he can say anything you head to the bedroom and start to pack your stuff. You slip on some sweats and throw on a sweater. Stomping out of the bedroom Sonny picks you up and sits you down on the couch. Sonny then sits on the coffee table, grabs your face, and says "I love you. I messed up and all I can say is I am sorry. I am not embarrassed by you at all. I am honestly shocked you want to be with me. I want and need to be with you Y/N." You have a shocked look on your face. For a minute all you can do is stare at him. A few more moments pass by and the words finally come out of your mouth, "I love you too Sonny." Sonny leans forward and kisses you deeply.

You pull Sonny from the coffee table and have him sit on the couch. Taking off your sweater and sweats, you see Sonny bit his bottom lip. You straddle him and being to kiss his neck. Sonny grabs your hips and pulls them closer. Grinding back and forth you being to feel him getting hard. "Fuck doll you really know how to turn me on." Sonny starts to kiss your chest. He grabs the back of your head and pulls your ear down to his mouth, "You want me to fuck you here or in the bedroom?" You let out a soft moan after he asked and said, "I want you to fuck me right here sonny." Sonny took you off him and demanded you get undressed. You made sure to remove your pj slowly. Slipping of your shorts Sonny sees your butterfly thong and he smiles. Sonny walks over to you, turns you around, tells you to get on your knees and bend over on the couch. He kisses up your spine and sucks the sweet spots on your neck. "I'm going to fuck you while you wear these panties." Sonny pulled away after telling you this and you feel your panties pull to the side. He rubs your slit with his middle finger and you shiver, "Fuck doll you are really wet" Sonny places himself right on your entrance and gently slides in. You let out a moan and grab the back of the couch.

Sonny begin to slide in and out. Slow at first and then starts to pick up the pace. You place your face in the couch to muffle your moans. Sonny grabs your hair and pulls your head back, "I want to hear you moan doll" Sonny says while thrusting into you. He let's go of your hair and slide one hand down to your clit. Sonny started rubbing in circles and you let out a loud moan. "I'm going to cum Sonny!" He continues with his pace and you feel a hot rush over your body. Your walls begin to tighten around him and your eyes roll back. After a few moments you come down from your orgasm. Sonny pulls out and flips you on your back. You smile as he climbs on top and begins to kiss you. He grabs your nipple and begins to pinch. Sonny knows what you like and you love that.

"I want you to look at me while I fuck you. You understand that doll?" Sonny said while smirking at you. You nodded your head and said, "Yes sir." He grabbed your legs and pushed them back to were he would have clear access. Sonny slowly starts to slide in and you close your eyes and moan. "You better open your eyes doll", Sonny demanded. You opened your eyes and he started to go faster. He let go of your legs and you wrapped them around his waist bringing him closer. Sonny propped himself up on his forearms and rested his forehead against yours. You never broke eye contact with him, just like he asked. After a few more thrust Sonny tells you he is going to cum. "I want you to cum in me Sonny." He smiles then rams in you one last time before releasing himself in you. You both lay there kissing each other. After a minute or so Sonny gets up and puts his hand out. You grab his hand and get up. Sonny pulls you closer and gives you a gentle kiss. "I love you. How about we go to the bedroom for round two?" You smile and grab his hand leading him the the bedroom, "I love you too Sonny."

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