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THE BRIDGE ON CHOREOMANIA
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❛SMOKE YOU OUT❜ ( n. jaemin )
authors note: this was a request
p. bsf!jaemin x fem!reader w. 2.2k+
— 𖦹 warnings. plug!jaemin, car sex, dirty talk, drug use
— 𖦹 ( car sex with jaemin after smoking ) !
‘Come out , im outside.’
You threw a sweater over your pajamas , slipping on your teddy bear slippers as you made your way out the car — it was just jaemin , he’d never judge you.
“Look at you , all pretty.” He sat leaned back in the drivers seat. You rolled your eyes as you slipped into the passenger seat. “My little passenger princess.” That’s how you guys were , your relationship had always been like this since you first met.
You both remember it was like it was yesterday — granted neither of you were sober. But it was during a party , jeno’s monthly party , jaemin went because it was good for business , he didn’t expect to meet his best friend that night — or his number one customer.
“You got it?” you asked , jaemin clutched his heart. “is that all you care about , my weed.” You pouted , whining. “you know I love you nana.” He smiled. “of course I have it.” He pulled out three packs of his finest strand. “for my best customer.” You smiled taking the bag. “here.” You handed him the money , he shooed you off. “not this time.”
“Why not , you need to make money too.” You said. “because we’re gonna smoke it together.” He said. “you letting me smoke you out na jaemin?” he laughed as you put on your seat belt. “sure princess if that’s what you want to call it.” He said driving off.
You turned on the radio , resting your feet on the dashboard as he drove to your favorite smoking spot — it was secluded so no one could bother you, and the cops couldn’t catch you. “nice slippers.” He teased eyes on the rode. “well im sorry I didn’t get all dressed up and pretty to smoke with you.”
Jaemin didn’t care what you were wearing though , you still looked just as pretty as any girl jaemin knew — even more beautiful if you asked him. “don’t worry about princess , you’re face makes up for it.” You laughed , “thanks.”
He pulled into the spot , keeping the heat on to keep the cold outside , and the music running. “you ready?” He handed you everything you needed — you prepared a few blunts , knowing how jaemin was. “really" he said. “you know how you are.” He shrugged. “you right.”
He handed you a lighter — putting the blunt to your lips , lighting it up. Taking a long drag , passing it back to jaemin , letting the air fill up your lungs before exhaling. “Good?” Jaemin asked , taking a drag. “good.”
You guys passed it back and forth ,slowly letting the drug take over as you talked about your day. “I can’t wait until exam season is over and I can just sleep.” Jaemins head was thrown back , eyes low as he listened to you talk , something he could do whether he was sober or not. “and get high.”
After a blunt and a half , jaemin was taking it out of your hand. “that’s enough princess.” He put it out , the windows were all fogged up , the car filled with smoke. “Why?” you whined , your plump lips in a pout. “don’t pout princess , you know you don’t need all that.” He pulled at your bottom lip , you had to stop yourself from letting out a noise. “cute.”
You looked at your friend , your eyes trailing up his body , his muscular arms bulging out of his black t-shirt , his thighs looking delicious in his grey sweatpants — fuck he looked good. “jesus princess , you’re not even trying to hide it.”
He was smirking at you — you were so unaware that you were squeezing your thighs together , his cock growing in his sweats. “if you want to kiss me , then just say it.” He said. “wh-what i- do—” you gasped as he grabbed your jaw, looking at your lips. “don’t lie.” He ran his thumb across your bottom lip. “ja-jaemin.”
He pulled you into a kiss , his hand that was holding your jaw , trailing down to your neck , slightly squeezing. He smiled as you moaned against his lips , pulling away. “look at you all horny and I barely did anything.”
Your panties were sticking uncomfortably to your core , you started whining. “jaemin ,please.” He laughed at how fast you got so needy. “backseat princess.” He kissed your lips again. “now.”
You climbed into the backseat , he followed behind slapping your ass. “jaemin stop.” He smiled cheekily. “been waiting forever to do that baby , take those pajamas off.” He said , pulling his pants to his ankles , pulling out his semi hard cock out , stroking it , throwing his head back. “fuck.”
You watched him jerk off , as you took off your pants and your underwear , leaving your sweatshirt off. “get in my lap baby , want you to ride my cock.” You straddled his hip , grabbing his cock. “fuck sit on it princess.”
Both of you let out a moan as his cock filled your cunt. “jaemin.” You moaned as he stretched you out. “fu-fuck princess , perfect fucking cunt.” You rocked your hips back and forth , both your heads thrown back. “s-so big.”
Jaemin slapped your ass , telling you to go faster. “fuck princess , taking my cock like a champ , go faster.” You bounced on his cock , moaning louder and louder. “ja-jaemin , fuck!”
He grabbed your waist , leaning forward to grab the blunt he put out and a lighter. “fu-fuck princess , keep riding my dick -shit- just like that.” He lit the blunt , taking a drag. He grabbed your jaw like before , bring his lips to yours , the smoking filling up your lungs. “sh-shit princess you like huh?” he grunted. “pussy just clenched so tightly.”
“jaemin -fuck- jaemin im not gonna last.” He chuckled , even though he wasn’t that far behind either and you could tell the way his cock twitched inside you. “Sh-shit baby , go ahead , make a mess on my cock for me.”
You held on the window , throwing your head back , as you came. “fuck!" you screamed. He grabbed your waist , fucking up into your cunt. “gonna cum in this pussy.” He groaned. “gonna let me breed you pretty girl?”
“Yes please.” You moaned out , the car filled with smoke , the stench of sex in the air as he fucked up into your cunt. “sh-shit im cumming — fuck!” he groaned , you felt him shooting his load into your cunt. “shit.” He took another drag of the blunt , shot gunning you again.
“Jesus princess , if you fuck like that when you’re high , I gotta keep getting you high.” You laughed , heavily breathing. “you plan to keep doing this with me , you’re gonna go broke giving me free weed then.” He shrugged his shoulders handing you the blunt.
“Fuck i don’t care about going broke if I get to smoke you out and fuck this pretty pussy whenever.”
©️LUVYENI
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CHARMER
Wanda Maximoff x Black Widow Reader
Request: A request for Wanda, where people are constantly asking her out , but R says no to all of them, until on day she's so fed up with it and spills the fact that she's a lesbian and in love with Wanda.
Word count: 2974
“Someone looks great today.” Sam casually says as he leans forward to rest his elbows on the kitchen island, where you’re enjoying a cup of coffee by yourself and he can have a better sight of you.
“Is that a compliment, wings?” You grin at him and he grins back, his eyes glinting as he very openly checks you out.
“Picture this.” He tells you with a hinting raise of his eyebrows and puffing chest. “You and me, in a nice restaurant, delicious food and tasty wine.”
His confidence impresses you, not that you’re about to tell him that. Besides, he’s not the first one to ask you out this week, and he won’t be the first one to be met with a gentle no.
“Are we dressed to the nines?” You still play along, mostly because humor is the only way you can deal with their advances, and his smile widens.
“I’m wearing a three piece, and you’re in a tight low cut dress. Have you seen me in a three piece? We look great! Everyone around us is jealous about how good we look.” He says, and you take a sip of your coffee. He looks so hopeful that you almost feel bad for what you’re about to say.
“Sorry, wings. I’m busy for the rest of the week.” You tell him before you take your cup to the sink, and he groans playfully.
“Come on, girl.” He says but you’re already walking out of the kitchen.
“Thanks, babe. But I’m not going on a date with you.”
“That was cold.” He tells you with a pointed look, and you wink at him, which makes him smile.
Not that you don’t find Sam extremely attractive, but he’s not exactly the person you’re interested in.
…
Wanda is the kind of person that can light up a room with a single smile, and you always notice.
“Hey, babe.” You kiss her cheek in greeting as you walk over to her when she enters the gym.
“Gross.” She scrunches up her nose adorably, her hand on your chest pushing you away, and you kiss her cheek again in jest.
You’ve been in the gym for two hours already, you’re drenched in your own sweat, and she looks like she just got out of bed.
“You need to shower.” She laughs, and playfully cleans her cheek with the back of her hand. “How long have you been here?”
“A couple of hours.” You shrug easily, your eyes firmly locked with hers. God! She’s beautiful, and you’re a goner.
“I’m gonna do the mandatory thirty minutes on the treadmill and you need to, please, shower.” She tells you, and your chest tightens so unexpectedly that you take a deep breath to get a grip, and you open your mouth to blurt everything out, but you catch yourself a millisecond before you do.
You want to tell her that you find her incredibly adorable, and that you cannot stop thinking about kissing her. God! You want her to know that you want her, all of her. You want her to count on you because you’d never let her down.
Jesus Christ! You have no idea of when you turned into this person, but she makes you want to blurt out Neruda and such. She makes you want a relationship, and it unsettles you as much as it scares you.
“Breakfast first. Shower later.” You tell her, and she gives you a confused look before she practically shoves you out of the gym.
“Get out of here, or I’ll never get anything done.”
You leave her to it, but you can’t stop thinking about her smile for the rest of the day.
…
“So.” Natasha says as she slips in the empty seat next to yours. “Steve did not take your rejection very well.”
You’ve been watching Wanda help Vision make a cocktail behind the bar for the last couple of minutes, and Natasha’s words are so unexpected that your brain has to take a couple of seconds to process them, and then catch up.
You blink a couple of times, all the while feeling Natasha’s eyes glued to your profile. Steve asked you out yesterday, but you never thought he’d share your rejection with anyone, not even with Nat.
“He told you.” You speak, but you do not give into her tactics. She’s aiming for a reaction but you’re both spies, and she should give you a little more credit than that.
“He told everyone.” She laughs before taking the glass of scotch she’s been holding, to her lips and taking a delicate sip of the amber liquid.
“He’s not my type.” You shrug and she hums, her eyes assessing you openly.
“If the boys are not your type, then maybe I am.” She tells you, and you’re pretty sure that if you’d have been drinking anything, you’d have spit it out right then.
“Do you guys have a bet going on or something?” You ask her conversationally, but the little smirk on her lips tells you that you’re not as subtle as you wish you were.
“At this point I’m just curious.” She tells you as your eyes find Wanda across the room again. Vision is watching her with a look that you can easily read, as can everyone else in the room. He’s in love with her, even if he doesn’t really know what love is.
“Don’t tell me you have a thing for Vision.” Nat laughs, and you join in.
“He’s handsome, untouched and willing to learn. He’s a catch.” You tell her and she laughs, shakes her head, and when you catch her eyes she’s giving you a knowing look.
“So Sam asked you out, and you said no.” She says and you hum, nodding your head. “Bruce did too, and you also said no to him.”
“What are you getting at?” You ask her with an amused smile on your lips, but unwilling to have her narrate the last couple of weeks of your life. “If there’s a bet going on, I want in, and fifty percent of the profits.”
“Steve asked you out yesterday and he’s over there now, trying his hardest to avoid being anywhere near you.” She continues, completely ignoring what you just said.
“Boys will be boys.” You tell her in a mocking tone, and she sips her drink once more, humming and looking at you curiously.
“You’re not that into guys or you’re in love with someone already.” She says, her eyes firmly locked with yours.
“Love is for children.” Your response is immediate, a well programmed answer for a concept that you were taught to despise.
Your eyes instantly flicker towards Wanda, and Nat hums thoughtfully by your side. Wanda’s eyes meet yours and she smiles, and your heart does this strange thing that makes you feel as if you’re suffocating, and living all at once.
“Love is love.” Natasha tells you, and you feel yourself sagging in your seat. “There’s no bet. We’re just curious, that’s all.”
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When Carol casually asks you to dance with her on New Year’s Eve, you don’t think anything of it until you catch the look in her eyes when she spins you around.
It’s been a couple of weeks since your talk with Natasha, and you still have not gathered the courage to ask Wanda out, or even make a move at all.
“I have a question for you.” Carol says and you try to avoid looking into her eyes. But when you’re pressed against each other, dancing in the middle of the living room, it’s near impossible.
It’s a small gathering with only the team, and a few close friends. You agreed to welcome the new year among the people you trust the most and it’s been an enjoyable evening so far.
“You hair is getting long.” You tell her, careful to keep your hands on her shoulders, and not anywhere suggestive.
“Is that a subtle way to warn me out of my question?” She shoots back, and you look around you quickly.
Clint is dancing with his wife, and Tony with Pepper, while Frank Sinatra’s ‘something stupid’ softly plays in the background.
“No. Maybe.” You tell her, a soft smile on your lips. “Ask away.”
“You want to go out with me?” She asks and you want to laugh, but that’d be cruel and disrespectful all at once. What is it with these guys?
“Not you too.” You groan, and she laughs good naturally.
“That’s a no, right?” She asks with humor, and you share a laugh together.
“I’m sorry.” You tell her.
“You don’t have to apologize.” She quickly tells you. “You’re beautiful, and anyone would be lucky to date you.”
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Carol’s words stay with you for the rest of the night, and you grow immensely nervous. Wanda is once again, sharing a seat with Vision and laughing with him, they’ve grown close. She occasionally finds you staring and smiles at your direction, but the interaction doesn’t feel like enough.
You want to make her laugh, you want to be sitting next to her. You want and you want… and you don’t know how to play things right.
All your life you’ve been taught to approach things like a mission. Love was never an option, and sex was always a weapon. This team, this place, these people… they all are the first real things in your life, and you don’t want to lose that.
“I’m kissing Steve.” Natasha declares, and your attention returns back to the conversation taking place. It’s eleven thirty, and everyone is laughing while Steve blushes and smiles prettily.
“I’m going with Val.” Carol says, a smile on her face as she winks at Valkyrie, and you laugh along with everyone else.
“What about you, hot stuff?” Natasha asks you with a devilish smirk and you shrug, unbothered.
“Anyone is fine.” You tell her but your answer is quickly turned into something that you weren’t expecting.
“You can kiss me.” Sam happily offers, and you shrug because you really don’t mind, a kiss is just a kiss.
“I’m free.” Bruce tells you with a sweet smile.
“Me too.” Steve says and Natasha huffs indignantly at his offering.
“No, you’re not!” She tells him, and her words are met with more laughter.
“Wait a second.” Tony finally intervenes. “I knew Steve asked you out and you rightfully rejected him.”
“Come on.” You tell him, already smelling trouble.
“Don’t get me wrong, I agree with the rejection. But Sam and Bruce?” His eyes widen with glee, and you feel your skin prickle.
“You all asked her out too?” Sam confusedly asks, and this is officially the most awkward conversation you’ve ever had in your life.
“Well, she said no to me too.” Bruce says.
“She said no to me too.” Carol interjects, and you stand up from the couch, your eyes briefly meeting Wanda’s thoughtful ones.
“Please, babes.” You huff out with an odd laugh. You just want out of this conversation.
“You’re telling me that none of these guys are good enough for you?” Tony teases you.
“I’m saying that none of you can handle all of this.” You motion to yourself and they all laugh, all but one. Wanda is still looking at you with a thoughtful expression in her eyes.
“Oh, come on!” Rhodey says as he stands up and joins you, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Little brother over there is a catch! What’s not to like?”
“Is what I’m saying!” Sam says with a charming smile.
“Or the Captains! Both of them!” Rhodey clicks his tongue, and everyone joins in on his proposal.
“Sorry, babes. Not my type.” You wink at them, and Rhodey laughs.
“One date.” Sam tells you, filling the silence, and you wiggle out of Rhodey’s hold.
“You’re out of luck, pretty boy.” You tell him with humor, all the while thinking about ways to get out of this conversation.
“Why though?” He asks, feigning hurt.
“You just are.” You shake your head.
“Kiss at midnight?” Carol offers you.
“What about Val?” You ask her.
“I can handle the two of you.” Carol shrugs, and you laugh at the ridiculousness of all of this.
“No, you can’t.” Val laughs, and you laugh with her.
“It’s almost midnight.” You say, trying your hardest to move on from the topic. But Tony is having none of it.
“So, four of the most attractive people in this room ask you out, and you say not to all of them.” He says, and your eyes stray towards Wanda again. She’s biting the inside of her cheek now, her eyes avoiding yours.
“Stop with this.” Pepper intervenes, probably taking pity on you. “Leave her alone.”
“I just want to know why. Don’t you want to know why?” Tony insists.
“She said no to me too.” Natasha adds, and you groan.
“What? Widow asked you out too?” Carol exclaims, and now you’re just feeling uncomfortable.
“One would think that you can take rejection with some dignity.” You tell them.
“One would think that.” Clint interviene. “But we’re all children. Tell us why you said no.”
“That’s enough.” You say but Clint only laughs, and everyone laughs along with him.
“Tell us why.” Val says with a laugh.
“Yeah. Tell us.” Bruce joins in, and you’re tempted to just leave the room.
“You’re all not that attractive to me. That’s all.” You tell them, still trying to keep a light tone but wanting to end this at the same time.
“Bullshit. We’re all gorgeous. Tell us.” Natasha laughs but her words dare you, and you look at Wanda again. Her eyes meet yours, and you know what your answer is.
“I told you. You’re not that attractive to me.”
“Please.” Natasha says, not believing you.
“Tell us.” Sam says again, now more insistently.
“Tell us.” Steve says too, a cute smile on his face that does nothing for you.
“Come on, girl. Just tell us.” Val says too.
“I’m leaving. You’re all being annoying.” You declare, but before you can make a quick escape, Tony is blocking your only way out.
“Tell us.” He insists with a devilish smirk on his lips.
“I just don’t want to date any of you. Can we please drop this now?” You’re losing your patience, and you really don’t want to keep talking about it.
“But why?” Sam whines.
“Because!” You practically yell.
“But why?” Natasha demands, and you look at her stupid innocent face with anger flaring within you.
“Because the only person I want to be dating is Wanda! That’s why.”
Your eyes widen as soon as you’re done speaking, and Natasha is smiling.
Before you can see the look on everyone’s faces, you close your eyes and will yourself to calm down though.
You can hear your own heart beating, and your face is burning up. You’re blushing, and that has never happened to you before.
“Finally.” Natasha asserts, and you feel like punching her. “That wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?” She says when you open your eyes to find her now close to you.
“I hate you.” You tell her, and she winks at you. Wanting the earth to open up and swallow you whole, you don’t notice everyone leaving the room, everyone but Wanda.
…
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Wanda asks you when you sit down next to her.
Now that everything's out in the open, this conversation is actually happening.
“I honestly don’t know.” You tell her. “I just know that I really like you, and I might have feelings for you that go way beyond friendship, and I didn’t want to mess that up.”
“I kinda have feelings that go way beyond friendship for you too.” She cheekily says and you almost laugh, but the look on her face is so adorable that it ends up taking your breath away.
“You do, huh?” You ask as she scoots closer to you. It’s almost midnight now.
“Do you want to go out with me?” She asks you, staring right into your eyes, and so incredibly close that you’re sharing the same breath.
“I do.” You nod, your eyes flickering from her eyes to her lips repeatedly. “I really, really do.”
You’re wondering why you’ve been waiting for this all this time when your friends begin to cheer from the back patio and fireworks alight the skies, and the lights reflect in Wanda’s eyes.
“Happy New Year.” She whispers, and you lightly grip the collar of her jacket with both hands.
“Happy New Year.” You whisper back right before you pull her closer to you, and kiss her.
She kisses you back, her hands gripping your hair, and her body pressing yours against the back of the couch.
“Happy New Year, weirdos.” Natasha calls out from the back door, a smile on her face when both of you turn to look at her. “Now, come out here, and hug everyone.”
“I hate her.” You tell Wanda as she helps you on your feet.
“She was teasing you the whole time.”
“I know.” You groan, but before you can make your way out you pull her back to you and kiss her again, and again.
“I’m flattered, just so you know.” She tells you when you pull back. “Rejecting Carol must have been hard.” She says in jest but you kiss her again, your arms wrapping around her waist to keep her close to you.
“No.” You admit, looking into her green eyes. “Not to me.”
“Charmer.” She murmurs before she’s kissing you again.
You endure the teasing that comes your way when you go out to hug everyone else, because Wanda’s hand is warm in yours, and it was all worth it in the end.
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Stuck In The Devils Arms
𖤐Pairing: Price x F! Reader
𖤐Pronouns: She/Her
𖤐Warnings: smut, language, drinking, P in V, kissing/making out, age gap, blind dating, eating out, manhandling, praising, ass smacking, teasing, brat taming (?), groping, nipple play, aftercare,
𖤐Summary: When an Angel and Devil accidentally meet how will they handle each other
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"Price is old," Soap says as him and all of Task Force sat in the mess hell.
"That was so fucking random," Gaz says.
"I mean, the man is single, no kids, lives alone, probably has a cat or something...I mean, have you guys ever hear him talk about his love life?"
"Probably for a good reason, Johnny." Ghost says.
"Does he even date?"
"If he did, we will never know," Graves says, sitting next to Soap.
"What are you poor bastards talking about?" Price asked, sitting between Ghost and Alex.
"Soap, is being nosy about your love life," Ghost said.
"My love life?" Price asked, sounding offended.
"Price, you are a single man, when's the last time you went on a date?" Soap asked him.
"I went on a date not too long ago."
"WITH WHO!?" Soap jumps up.
"Jesus, I'm not telling," Price says. "I don't want you finding her and asking her how I am in bed, you'll never know, Soap," Price smirks as everyone at the table laugh.
As Price was eating his attention was caught by a new recruit, she was young late 20's maybe 26-28? Somewhere around there. Price watched as her dark green shirt showing off her breasts and her pants sitting high on her hips.
The Military's pants were men sizes and didn't fit the ladies, so the only way to get them to fit was buckling them around their waists. She picked this trick up by her dormmates.
She carried a tray, her hair slicked back into a high ponytail. She walks pass the Task Force table sitting with a group of girls, she knows.
Price watches her not in a creepy way or anything, but she was cute, beautiful even.
"Price, I'm going to set you up with someone."
"Fuck that, I'll do it on my own."
"No, let me, I know someone," Soap smirks.
"I don't trust you," Price says.
"Yeah, you do, come on, one time, you will like her."
"Man-"
"Come on, Price, it's one time."
"FINE!"
"YES! I'll let her know, you said yes."
"Why the hell did I just get myself into?" Price asked, putting his hands on his face, dragging his fingers down his cheeks.
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That Night (8:00PM)
Price was wearing some dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt with a black and white flannel, this was a casual date, hell, they are meeting at a bar, nothing special.
He has a drink in his hands and was looking at the TV behind the bar watching the football game going on. The bar door opens and the person was greeted by the bartender.
Price turns his head and sees a girl, she had asked for a screwdriver and waited, she looked like she was looking for someone. Price didn't want to bother her just in case it was the wrong girl.
"Are you John Price?" She asked, he turns and looks at her, she was cute, a cute sun dress and her hair curled with light makeup.
"Yeah, I am...are you?"
"Y/n...I'm Soap's friend." She moved a bit closer to John and she put her hand out, he shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you," he says.
"Same."
"How you know, Soap?" Price asked her.
"Our parents know each other," she says with a smile. "He told me a lot about you," she was sweet, Price can tell. She was calm and her voice was like velvet, smooth and soft.
He wanted to hear her talk, he would listen to her forever!
"So, are you and Soap friends?" She asked.
"Kind of."
"What's kind of?"
"I mean, we talk and hang out...so I guess we are," he says. She just gives him a smile. His heart skipped a beat. Price hasn't felt like this about anyone in a long time, his first love cheated on him, and all he's been doing is sleeping around every now and then.
"How come you agreed to meet me, without knowing me first?" she asked. "Was it to get him off your back?" She giggles.
"A bit yeah."
"Yeah, Soap can be a bit much, he's done it to me a couple times," she says.
The night consist of them talking, they forgot about their drinks, and mainly started talking more then worried about their drinks. Y/n had gone to the bathroom and she trusted him with her drink alone.
Price kept the cup in his view and death stared anyone who dared get close to her drink. She came back, her hand touched his shoulders, letting him know she was back and not to freak out.
She sits back down and fixes her dress. "Thanks for watching my drink."
"Of course."
Price and Y/n talked and then he asked her. "Do you wanna...go back to my place?"
"If it's okay with you?" She asked, her fingers circled the rim of her glass.
"Of course, it is, come on," he gives the bartender his card paying for both his and Y/n's drinks.
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Price opens his front door letting Y/n go in first. She takes off her flats and Price takes off his shoes and flannel.
"You want anything to eat?"
"Oh no, it's okay, you don't need to cook anything," she says.
"It's okay, come on, what do you want?" He asked, leaning over his marble counter as Y/n sat at the stool.
"Umm~ spaghetti?"
"Anything for the pretty girl," he smirks, giving Y/n butterflies.
Price was getting everything ready and Y/n walks to him and she washes her hand and helps Price.
"Can I help?"
"Sure," he smirks. He watches her pour the sauce into a pot and putting some water in the glass bottle shaking it to get the last bit of it and pouring it into the pot again.
He watches her, she was gentle, he stir the pot of tomatoes sauce. He grabs a knife and cutting board and starts chopping up mushrooms, green peppers, onions, and a few other things.
Y/n sat at the counter watching him with a glass of red wine between her hands. She watched at how skillful he was with a knife, she rests her chin on her palm as she was amazed by him and started to make small talk.
"So how long have you been in the Military?" She asked him.
"Since my twenties," he says with a smile.
"Wow...do you think you'll ever retire? Settle down with a family maybe?"
"Are you asking me, to start a family with you, miss Y/n?" Her face was red and she stood up straight.
"Eh-no...that's n-not what I-I meant, I was just wondering if you'll ever retire?"
"I don't have a plan to do so," he tells her.
"I understand...so when you're on your last leg," she cracks a joke on him.
"Wow! I will not. When I get married, and I have kids, then I'll retire till then I'm single, currently on a date with my Sergeants friend, who keeps...staring at me with her beautiful eyes," he says.
"John Price," she turns her head to avoid eye contact.
"They're pretty," he says.
She just shakes her head to try and hide her embarrassment. "You're just saying that," she says.
"I mean, I'm not wrong...Soap didn't say anything about those eyes of yours," Price says, leaning on the counter.
"I think my eyes are just fine," she giggles at him.
"...Can I kiss you?" He asked, bluntly.
"Price!” She was shocked.
“We don’t have to,” he says.
“No, it’s okay…” she gets off the stool and comes around the counter.
Her hand glides over the countertop and she looks up at him, her hand resting on his stomach before standing on her tippy toes to kiss him.
The kiss was soft and gentle, Price pulls away first and then picks up Y/n placing her on the counter, he stood between her legs cupping her face and giving her another kiss.
Her hands rested on his chest as they both hear the water sizzling on the stove top. Price turns and lowers the heat on the stove.
"Should we eat first?" He asked.
"If the old man needs his food first to have enough stamina," she teased him.
"I not that old, I'm 40 years old," he says with a pout.
"Nothing to be ashamed of," she says, cupping his face and getting another kiss from him.
"Fuck it," he pulls the noodles off the stove along with the sauce and picked Y/n back up and took her to the bedroom, she giggles knowing she struck a nerve.
"What are you giggling at?" He asks her.
"Just how you got so mad over a simple comment," she says, Price can feel the smirk from her.
"Oh yeah," he smacks her ass earning a soft squeal from her and her legs bending up. He chuckles at her. "How cute, you got such a bratty attitude but when I manhandle you that all goes away."
"Oh no, sir, this is only a treat," she says, her hands on his back sitting up but then she flopped on the soft mattress.
She giggles when she bounces up a couple times, and Price watched as she was now on her back, elbows propping herself up, and her right knee bending exposing a bit of her panties.
He smirks, crawling up her and kissing her lips. She smiles and kisses his lips. His hands went up her body, holding her waist before his left hand unzipped her dress, she pulls the straps off her shoulders and Price pulls it down off her body.
She giggles when Price starts kissing her ankle and kissing all the way back up to her exposed chest. His mouth attached to her right nipple and his fingers played with her other.
She let's out a soft moan, her hands going into his hair and her back arches against his body. Price sits up and removes his shirt and starts messing with his belt.
Just undoing the belt before going back to kiss her lips. Price's rough, calloused hands held her waist before he starts moving them downward pulling her panties off and then he grabs her thighs and moves them over his shoulders.
It's been a while since someone has done anything like this to Y/n. Soap had known about Y/n never really wanting a relationship but didn't mind a hook-up every now and then, but this...what her and Price are doing is something she could live with.
Price licks his lips before gently kissing her wet folds. His tongue licked between her folds and then soon his tongue was pushing inside of her. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt good from what Price was doing to her.
She looks at Price and made eye contact with the older man. He smirks before sucking on her clit and shaking his tongue back and forth earning a breathy moan from her lips.
Price likes hearing her moans, he soon tasted some pre-cum coming from her lower half, he smirks before removing his tongue which earned him a annoyed groan from Y/n, he taps the side of her butt.
"Flip," he demands, he removes his pants as he stares at Y/n's ass as she flips over. He smirks before bending down and biting at her ass, she looks over her shoulder mouth opened letting out a soft and satisfied moan.
he moves a pillow under her lower half as he positions himself at her entrance and pushing inside of her. She puts her head back, her head hit against his broad shoulder. She looks in his eyes and lets out a few satisfied moans.
He was thrusting fast, he wasn't sloppy, kind of professional in a way, like he knew what he was doing. Y/n felt him hit against her spot a few times.
"You're doing so well," he praises. "You look so cute with your eyes really in the back of your head," he says.
"P-Price-" she was cut off by his lips on hers and she moans into the kiss.
"Those pretty eyes...rolling back...looking at me...they are so fucking intoxicating," he says with a smirk on his face before kissing her neck, he thrusts became harder, rougher even, the loud smacking of skin against each other filled the room.
His tip was throbbing wanting to cum inside of her, she squeezes around him when the feeling of wanting to cum filled her body, Price and her both moaned before they ended up coming together.
Price keeps going, he doesn't want this night to end just yet. he was going to keep going to prove that he isn't just some 'old man'. He smirks when seeing Y/n's face buried into the pillow, her moans muffled and her legs shaking.
price smirks knowing that her little comment is eating her. His hands rested on her waist guiding her to keep going faster, cause he wasn't done just yet.
As he was moving faster, Y/n's lovely moans being muffled and her eyes carrying some hot tears, not of pain but of pleasure. She loves this feeling probably more than Price.
"One more, love. I know you can cum one more fucking time," he demands.
He was sloppy with his thrusts again, and the sound of skin clapping, and sounds of something wet and sticky filled the room. She did what he asked her to do and that was to cum once more and she did.
Price smirks and pulls out of her, cum rushes from her lower half.
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Price was plating up the food, yes, he reheated it up. Y/n came downstairs in some shorts and a t-shirt that belonged to price.
"John, the shorts," she lets go of the shorts and they immediately drop to her ankles. "They don't fit," she says as Price laughs.
"Okay, you don't have to wear them," she steps out of them and temporarily places them on the back of his couch. She sits at the table as price gave her the plate and then goes back to get her a glass of water.
Y/n and Price ate and talked and by the end of it, she was being carried back upstairs to the bedroom to join Price. He places her on the side facing the closet door and he laid near the door.
"You get some rest okay?"
"Okay...good night."
"Night," he cups her face before holding her close to his chest.
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"Kids are confirmed," Soap says as he sits next to Price at the mess hall.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Price says.
"Y/n told me what you two did-"
"Is she pregnant?"
"Price, that's not how it works, it'll take time before that happens, and not only that, Y/n's on birth control, she wouldn't stop taking it for a stranger."
"She would for me," Price says, raising his eyebrows and sipping from his tea.
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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 20 all chapters
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WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘
-You try to go as long as you can, but later that night you decide you just can’t stand it anymore. You’re pretty sure it’s been days, and you feel gross.
“Can I…use your shower?”
He turns to you with a small smile. “You mean, our shower? Yes.”
Hoping that’s the end of it, and this exchange won’t get weird, you slip out from under his arm to go into the bathroom. You check your prospects, finding expensive shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, shaving gel…but no razor. You guess you get it, kind of, but really. Then again, maybe you'd better not ask. Why send mixed signals by shaving off your body hair? It’s just an aesthetic mostly catering to the male gaze anyway…
But it bugs you.
You pop your head back out of the door. “Razor?”
He doesn’t even look up from his book.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
This annoys you for some reason. “Just so you know, I am not going to try to kill myself.” Brave words for someone in your situation, but at least at the moment, you mean them.
“I was more worried you might try to kill me.”
You open your mouth again, until he fixes you with that laser-like stare. “Just take your shower, y/n, or do I have to come in there to help you?”
The thought of his large hands on your body slick with soap sends an inconvenient spear of desire straight to your center.
“No.”
You disappear fast as a groundhog into its burrow, closing the door behind you.
“Door open!” he yells in that particular tone, and sensing the shift in his mood, you comply rather than pull his tail some more.
Well done, you, you chide yourself as you strip out of your dirty dress and your ACE bandage in the cavernous shower. He was actually in a good mood, somehow, after you tried to knock his head off with a book. And now you…what? You did something to piss him off, at least a little bit.
Learning his moods was going to take some doing.
It was the only way you were getting out of here alive.
You keep looking over your shoulder, half expecting to see him looming behind you. That man moves silent as a ghost when he feels like it.
It’s creepy. And…kind of hot, if you’re being honest, but that is not a helpful thought.
You feel a thousand times better with all the grime washed from your hair and your body. You wrap yourself in a big fluffy towel that feels like a cloud on your skin, and put off going into the bedroom by drying your hair.
There are products on the sink that you use, face lotions and hair creams, and more expensive versions of the same type that you could never afford. How did he know?
Then again, he has fucking gorgeous hair, he probably knows more about styling product than you do.
You turn to look at his handiwork upon your bum. The bruise is a red and purple swirl nearly the size of your fist. You can actually see the neat lines of his teeth marks. “Jesus Christ.”
His eye was going to heal way before that was.
When you can’t really dawdle in the bathroom anymore, you war with the next conundrum.
Fresh clothes.
Fuck it. You march out, heading for the closet without making eye contact with the reclining leopard on the bed. You can feel his eyes on you, and fuck if it doesn’t turn you on to be watched like that. Like you are some kind of prize to be desired.
It feels utterly insane to you, to say the least. You’re not that beautiful, but he looks at you like you’re Helen of Troy.
With your hand on the closet door John clears his throat pointedly.
You know you can’t ignore him. Risking his wrath while you’re wrapped in nothing but a bath towel is so not a good idea.
You turn to find he’s laid something out at the foot of the bed for you already.
“Wear this,” he says. It’s an order clothed in velvet. Polite, but…you sense the unyielding directive underneath.
You pad on bare feet to the foot of the bed. It’s a silky lavender nightie with lace at the bodice. Nothing too wacky. No embarrassing peep holes or extraneous straps. You are somewhat relieved.
Until you see the underwear he’s paired with them.
Your underwear, as a matter of fact.
Those went missing a long time ago.
Speechless, you look to him, knowing you look like a fish out of water but unsure what to say.
This has been going on for way longer than you even knew, and you didn’t have a clue.
“You took these from my apartment.” You manage not to yell it.
“I didn’t want you to wear them for anyone but me.” He has the cheek to sound grouchy about it, like you did something wrong.
You feel your temper rising like the mercury in a thermometer. You know you’re going to say something stupid, but you just don’t know how to keep it in.
“How. Fucking. Dare you?”
He just sighs, like he already knows how this is going to go. “Don’t play this game with me, baby.”
You bite down on the impulse to demand he not call you baby.
“You could have just…asked me out. I would have said yes, you know?”
He actually looks away as you tell him this.
“Maybe you would have. Until you realized I’m just a bitter old man, and you would have left me.”
You blink at that. How can he be so smart, and yet so blind?
“I knew you were a bitter old man all along! But you know what? I liked you anyway. I thought you were interesting, and funny, and so fucking handsome, and I wanted to fuck you. But now…” You clench your fists, shaking with all the vitriol you know you can’t unleash on this unpredictable man.
This unpredictable killer.
He takes your fury, seemingly nonplussed. You’re not sure any of it registers at all, and it takes some of the wind out of your sails. “This isn’t love, John,” you say quietly, your throat tightening with every syllable. “Love is…having the courage to bare your heart to the sword, and take what comes. You can’t control it like this.”
He tilts his head at this, a wave of that lovely dark hair covering his face. You get the feeling like he’s hiding from you, when he does that.
Finally he asks, “Have you ever been stabbed, y/n?”
Your heart skips a beat, as you wonder if he’s threatening you. “No.”
“Well let me tell you. It fucking hurts.”
Then he reaches down the bed to pluck up the panties, sticking them in his pocket. “I guess I’ll just keep these. You’re not going to need them anyway.”
You glare daggers at him.
He offers you the slightest, smuggest, smile.
“You sonofabitch.”
“Watch that mouth, kitten. Unless you want me to fill it up with something else.”
You bare your teeth with the thought. “I fucking dare you,” you spit, snatching up the nightie to take it to the bathroom to change.
“Nuh uh,” he interjects. “Change here.”
You freeze in your tracks, understanding exactly what he’s demanding of you.
This is how it’s going to be, you tell yourself. He’s going to be sweet, and then he’s going to be insufferable, and if you’re not careful, he’ll get downright mean. Don’t be fooled by the sweet moods, because all the rest is just beneath the surface waiting.
It was so hard to remind yourself of that, when he was being good to you.
You don’t turn around. You moonlighted as a drawing model after college. You can handle this, right? He’s already seen parts of you anyway…
It’s soooooooooo much different than being in that classroom, when you undo your towel and let it fall to the floor. You can feel the weight of his gaze on your bare form. In the end, knowing it’s just your backside, that he’s already gotten way more than an eyeful of…doesn’t really help. With shaking hands you quickly you pull the nightie over your head.
You hope he feels guilty about the size of that fucking bruise, but you have a feeling he probably likes seeing his marks on you.
“Come here.” He practically purrs, and your flesh aches for the sound. Fuck.
You turn to face him, but do not move. Once again, that glorious boner is making an appearance. It’s almost flattering, how often this man has a hard-on when he’s around you. If this had been a normal relationship, you would have made it your mission to oblige him at every opportunity, just to see what the old man could take.
As it is…all you want to do is fight him, and you know you are destined to lose.
He pats his thigh, as though he expects you to sit on his lap. Without underwear. Or a bra. Or a sense of self-preservation.
You shake your head no with the glitter of moisture in the corners of your eyes. You’ve never felt so helpless in your life, and you hate it.
He frowns at your defiance. My god, no one can do a forbidding frown, like Mr. John Wick. It lodges your heart in your throat, even while you find him magnificent.
“Are you going to make me make you?”
And there it is.
You sigh, and you feel like a piece of your soul exits your body. Good. Good, be empty. He can’t hurt an empty husk.
“I guess so.”
You close your eyes, and you wait. You wait for his rough hands, for the violence that is surely coming to you. You shake like a leaf, unable to stop. You don't know why you'd allowed yourself to hold out some hope, that maybe he really wasn't going to hurt you.
Yet, it does not come.
You open your eyes to find him still frowning at you. He hasn’t moved a muscle.
The longest three seconds of your life tick by. You count them in your thundering heartbeats, and then he scoots over on the bed. “Fine. Come lay by me then.”
You are shocked to your toes. You forget how to move.
“Now.” He snaps his fingers, pointing to the bed beside him, and you scurry over before he loses his patience with this kinder offer. Cautiously you crawl up beside him, and when he holds up his arm you understand the cue, snuggling into his side with your head on his shoulder.
Alright, this, you can do.
This feels almost…normal. The way your head fits into the divot of his shoulder is just…divine, if you’re being honest, and your body shudders as you suppress a sob, hiding your face against his chest. It’s not fair, that you still want him so much, and you mourn for the promise of sweetness that was snatched from your table before you ever really got a chance to taste it.
“Shh,” he soothes, touching your hair, his big hand dwarfing the crown of your head. “I’ll try to remember to be patient with you.”
You nod against him, wanting to believe him, knowing that makes you a sad little fool.
“But my patience has its limits. Remember that, kitten.”
Oh. You weren’t going to forget.
He continues to hold you, and eventually your heart slows, the tension in your body finally relaxing.
It’s incredible, really, how you just can’t leave well enough alone.
Now that you’ve both calmed, you feel bold enough to ask, “John?”
“Yeah, baby?” His lips on the top of your head make your eyelids flutter, it’s so sweet.
“Do you…at least know that it was wrong, to break into my apartment?” You feel like the answer to this one question will help you gauge everything about his state of mind.
He is silent for a long time. Long enough to let your imagination run rampant with the things he might do to punish you for this impertinence, after he was so generous as to just let you lay down with him and snuggle.
Yet there’s no anger in his voice when he answers, “Yeah. But I’ve been breaking the law my whole life, sweetheart, and no one’s stopped me yet.”
It’s the truth, and a nice neat little warning, all wrapped up in one.
You should be scared again, but you just sigh against his chest. Maybe you’ve used up whatever hormone is responsible for adequate fear responses for the day. Or maybe…his games are working on you already, claiming your sanity inch by inch.
You lay there in his arms, and eventually you start to doze. He strokes your hair, a sweet and lulling touch that makes you curl your toes. When those featherlight fingertips find their way to the back of your neck, and the tops of your shoulders, you cannot help but squirm. In your half-asleep state, this is your kryptonite, and your leg tangles with his, your pelvis pressing against his hip. It feels like the most natural thing in the world, to crane your head towards him.
Only when you feel him shift to lean towards you for a kiss, do you realize what you are doing.
You turn your head at the last second, and his grip on you tightens from comforting to bruising in a nanosecond. “Wait—”
He has you on your back before you can blink.
“Are we still pretending you don’t want me, kitten?”
“I…”
Suddenly his hand is between your legs, manhandling you like he owns you, raking up your thigh to swipe at your folds. He finds you soaking wet with slick, of course, and he makes a point to press your clit with his thick fingers as he withdraws. It sends an agonizing jolt of desire spreading through the cradle of your hips, the ache in your stupid little cunt nigh unbearable. You hardly recognize the keening sound that escapes your mouth.
Was that you?
It worsens ten-fold as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. “Tastes like lies to me.”
Goddammit.
“John…”
You can hardly believe it, when he slides off of the bed, leaving you cold and alone, confused and filled with desire. The pulsing ache between your legs drowns out any rational thoughts you might have had a moment ago.
“Little liars don’t get to cum. I’ll let you think about that tonight.”
You feel like you did that night in Italy, watching him walk out the door when all you really want is to feel his thick, insatiable cock teeming inside you.
Which is fucking insane, of course.
And you were thinking he might be the crazy one?
“Same rules, sweetheart. Don’t you dare touch yourself tonight. I’ll fucking know.”
With one last baleful look over of his shoulder he touches his hand to the lock, and sweeps out of the room. He leaves you stunned on the bed, disheveled and unsure, once again, of what the fuck just happened?
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Kissies and Waxed
pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Wife!Reader
summary: Y/n gets all shy and adorable with her grumpy husband on their wedding night, letting him enjoy his waxed present(Dom Henry) (requested by anon)
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“Come on sugar, no need to be shy, m’your husband now. Seen your pretty pussy a handful a’times” Henry grumbled tugging on the laced back of his wife’s wedding gown, his lips dragging themselves down her neck and exposed shoulders. His larger hands coming round to subtly cup her breasts, giving them a light squeeze and jiggle.
“D-do I havta get butt naked?” She cutely whispered out, wrapping her arms around her smaller stature, her french tip nails highlighting their elegance. Having dated for a few months then eloping, Henry had definitively manoeuvred his way into her sweet tight pussy repeatedly; but for some reason tonight she was feeling shyer than normal.
“I mean i’d love to see ya, but it’s up to you” Henry chuckled, already pulling down the top of her dress, even with his words. “But you can trust me honey, don’t you trust me? love me?” Henry frowned furrowing his brows, making eye contact with her wide eyes through the mirror, the poor woman not noticing his manipulative tone.
“W-what! Of course I do! I promise I do Hen! Please forgive me” Y/n whimpered turning around in his arms, instantly feeling at ease when his burly arms wrapped around her short frame, his head resting atop hers. “I know you do sweet pea, I know” He whispered kissing the top of her head, he thought she was absolutely adorable and sexy at the same time, God he loves her so much; even if he shows it a different way than most..
“Can I take this off you sweets?”
Nodding into his chest, his fingers skilfully removed all the lace, his fingers tracing down her bare back and noticing that she was wearing nothing under the heavy gown. “No underwear? How naughty of you baby” Henry smirked softly smacking her ass softly, rubbing it with his palm afterwards.
“S’too warm n’ was too sensitive” Y/n whimpered rubbing her thighs together desperately, her face tucked away from him. “Sensitive? Why?” Henry asked confused, he hasn’t seen her since two days before the wedding for tradition, unless she had played with herself like she wasn’t supposed to.
“S-Stephanie brought me to get my private parts w-waxed” She whispered not knowing how he’d react, looking at the gown which had now pooled around her freshly painted toes, hearing nothing but his breaths starting to deepen. “So my pussy, is bald?”
Letting out a giggle at his stupid words Y/n stepped back a bit, doubling over in a giggle fit as he simply chuckled and smiled back. “What? Im serious, let me see my bald pussy” He smirked stepping forward, his eyes travelling down to see the bush that was usually on her mound, was now fully gone; instead showing off her soft smooth looking skin.
“Jesus baby, did ya do it for me?” His finger came under her chin so their eyes could meet, his lips coming closer to press a small kiss to her chin. Her hands holding on tightly to the waistband of his briefs, her lip held tightly beneath her teeth. “Yeah, wanted to be pretty for you!” She said naively smiling up at him, showing off all her beautiful pearly whites as she batted her lashes at him.
“So sweet, but you’re already so sweet n gorgeous sugar, s’just an extra present for me huh” He nuzzled his cheek against hers as he slowly walked her backwards towards their now shared marital bed, filled with new cotton sheets and velvet blankets to keep them warm during this harsh winter.
“R-really ya think so?” She whispered as he crawled on top of her, gasping as he left kisses all over her neck and chest, his lips tugging and licking at her pebbled nipples. “Oh baby trust me, I know so” He growled moving downwards to come face to face with her wet centre.
An excited smile coming onto his face as he nuzzled his face into her smooth pussy, lightly kissing its lips almost as if it was her mouth.
“s’smooth honey, still miss my woman’s bush though” He smirked keeping each hand on her breasts, his nose nudging against her engorged clit teasingly, breathing in her vanilla scent. “ill keep that in mind for next time b-bear” She whispered nodding her head seriously, Henry loved how his wife would do absolutely anything just to keep him happy, and he’d make sure she was looked after.
“Course you will sugar” Henry said more to himself, dipping his tongue in between her sticky folds, humming as he tasted her sweet self on his tongue. Not even giving her a second to adjust before his mouth is ravaging her centre like crazy, causing her upper body to sit up, her thighs clamping onto his head to keep his mouth on her. “T-too quick, oh-oh my” She whimpered out meeting Henry’s icy blue eyes, noticing the darkened lusty look in them, telling her he was nowhere near done tonight. He spat right onto her mound, making it shiny and slippery with his tongue before delving back into her hole again
Feeling her hole clench around his thick tongue, he pulled it out, giving her pussy one last tongue kiss before crawling over her; a smirk on his face as he watched her whimper and whine out. “Gotta love on my favourite pair of lips” He whispered against her lips, kissing it softly, the wetness on his lips transferring onto hers and letting her taste herself.
His tip was already prodding at her wet hole, his body knowing hers like the back of his hand. Remembering all the times he had taken her in the back of his truck, during a picnic, at the drive-in cinema and of course right on their front porch.
“A-ah” Y/n moaned out feeling Henry slowly start to inch into her extra sensitive pussy, his rough pubes scratching onto her newly waxed skin. “So sexy baby, my sweet wifey” He moaned bottoming out inside her, his heavy sac smacking against her rear softly. Wrapping her hands around each bicep Y/n felt hot tears build up in her eyes, Henry’s nestle of curls had rubbed against her clit, his balls had slapped her pussy and his fingers were toying with her nubs.
“F-feel you everywhere, I love it” She gasped out hanging her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her mouth sat agape. The tip of her tongue found itself being sucked by Henry, his mouth needing to taste her even more, he was addicted to her. That’s why he needed her, just as much as she needed him.
“Now that you’re my wife, gonna make sure you’re full of me every single day sugar, ya like that? Have ya walkin’ around our cabin drippin like a broken faucet” He growled letting go of her tongue, his mouth directly whispering the filthy things into her ear, in turn her moans were echoing in his. Her nails scraping against his back while his hips smacked into hers, her pussy being slapped continuously simultaneously.
“Fuck your pussy is going to make me cum sugar, your sweet honey pussy is going to make your husband cum” He said almost whimpering, his thrusts growing erratic and rough as he clawed at the sheets by her head, her own voice sore and hoarse as she squirted all over his messy cock.
“S-squirted?-“ Y/n looked down shocked, an embarrassed look on her face,
“Maybe this bald thing is the way to go then huh?” Henry teased before thrusting one more time, his hips still slightly grinding against her poor clit as his cum spurted in waves inside her cavern. Both of them breathing out tiredly, Y/n peppering Henry’s face with kisses, muttering out small words of ‘i love you’ ‘you deserve some kissies’ ‘my husband’
“Aw baby lemme give you a kissy since you love ‘em so much” He smiled rubbing his lips against hers, his fingers cupping her jaw enough for her mouth to pucker open, his tongue licking into it lewdly before spitting into it. A smiley look on Y/n’s face as she hugged him to her chest, giggling and squeezing him tightly, a sense of love overfilling her. Only letting go once she realised that Henry had actually fallen asleep, her big hibernating bear
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jude and you being childhood bestfriends but your parents are also super close. Your parents always suspecting yous both like each other and constantly teasing yous about it. But you’ve both been dating for a like a year in secret cos yous both don’t know how to tell your parents and one day they just find out cuz they come home u expectedly when you and Jude are cuddling and everyone’s just all so happy for yous 💗
- your writing is amazing btw x
thank you lovely, means so much! 😣🤍
“we should tell them soon… my mom has become very suspicious of me lately. she followed me to the grocery store! the grocery store jude!” you laughed, feeling as he chuckled on top of you. “do you think we did wrong in not telling them? well besides jobe because he got us here in the first place…” you wandered off asking, jude’s head coming up to stare at you.
“i personally don’t think so baby. look at us, a year strong, and so many memories spent together. i wouldn’t change it for the world, because it means i have you all to myself,” jude says softly, while your finger fixes his brow that had been messed up. “they would understand. both of our families. they know how stressful and hard our jobs are, so who can blame us?”
“nobody.”
“exactly my love. how did you want to tell them?” jude asked, snuggling closer to you and placing kisses all over your chest. you laughed and tried to sway away but with his bigger frame he pinned you down. “i was thinking of just telling them today, maybe at dinner or when we play games?”
“whatever you decide i’m right there,” jude replied, falling asleep in less then 10 minutes.
while you hated being separated from jude, he unfortunately had to go back to his house to get ready. you slipped into a dark red dress and left down, your hair parted to your preference, making sure to apply a red lip and gold jewelry. the heels made you look taller which is what you wanted.
after grabbing the cupcakes and chocolate covered strawberries, you and your family were headed out to his house were you’d host christmas. you greeted everyone, asking how they were a wishing them a merry christmas eve.
jude almost choked on his drink as he saw you walk in. he was in a trance, his eyes roaming up and down your body, his lips and throat becoming dry at your figure. for a second he got slightly jealous as he observed you talk to one of his moms friend son, which clearly he took a liking.
he scrunched his brows and cleared throat, his mom coming next to him, “you okay jude? y/n looks so pretty doesn’t she,” his mom taunted his head more to which jude snickered. “she always looks beautiful mom,” he did his attempted wink, and walked over to the living room leaving her with a brow raised.
a warm and larger palm touched your shoulder, making you jump, and look down shyly as you stood next to jude. “hi max, you good?” jude pursed, clearly bothered by the interaction which left you confused.
before max respond could respond, jude cut him off “thats good, gonna borrow this one really quick,” he pulled you aside to the kitchen where it was alone. your heels clicked on the grown still holding the cupcakes. “jude slow down,” you warned him.
as you set the tray down, jude double checked the doorway, and strides to where you were. you giggled at his pout and frown. “it was driving me insane. you talking to him? while you look so sexy in this dress? jesus it’s gonna drive me crazy all night. you look beautiful darling,” jude rambled, his hands roaming your sides and placed firmly on your ass.
“thank you baby, you look handsome yourself,” although you were still wearing heels, you had to lean up, and jude lean down to catch your lips in a quick kiss, that then turned into three pecks, “i left lipstick all over your lips jude,” you tried to wipe it away but two gasps had you standing still.
“WE KNEW IT! OH MY GOSH! ITS A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!” said your mom, her hands covering her mouth as she smiled huge. jude’s mom just smirked and walked over to the two of you, “care to explain jude?”
jude still had lipstick on his lips, which made you laugh as your wrapped your hand on his right bicep and muscles. his cheeks slightly went red, embarrassed at being caught, “well we’ve been dating for a year… and she’s the woman i’m gonna marry,” he said confidently.
“A YEAR? YOUVE BEEN DATING FOR A YEAR? john grab my glass this is worth to celebrate,” your mom fanned her face dramatically before joining jude’s mom next to her. they have the two of you warm and tight hugs, scolding you for keeping it hidden for so long.
“we’re so happy for the two of you, i’m glad the two of you found each other and are able to start a relationship! we love you guys,” his mom said. after a quick conversation, jude pulled you into the bathroom, he took a quick selfie of his marked red lips and posted it onto his story, captioning it with “merry christmas to all 🤍🎄”
you cleaned his lips and tried to remove every red mark. walking back out to being faced with everyone looking at you, the two of you chuckled nervously, jude’s hand finding home with yours as everyone continued to stare.
“congratulations on finally making it officially,” jobe teased everyone cheering, which made you hide your face onto his chest.
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“Did you know,” Eddie smirks over at his boyfriend, “That in biblical times, the average male was 5’1’’?”
Jason doesn’t even look up from his coffee as he stirs it, “That so?”
“Mhm,” Eddie hums, “So, that means Jesus was 5’1’’, doesn’t it?”
A pensive look crosses the blond’s face for a moment, the silence stretching out for a second or two before he picks up his coffee and turns to face the metalhead on the couch, leaning back against the counter as he lifts a brow, “I don’t think he was.”
“Oh?” Eddie’s smirk turns into that annoying grin he always gets whenever he teases the blond, “You think he got special treatment from his daddy? Do you think he was a 6 foot tall freak?”
“Okay now you’re just trying to annoy me,” Jason rolls his eyes and pushes himself off the counter to head towards the bedroom, calling over his shoulder, “I don’t care about the height of Jesus!”
Eddie watches him go, still wearing that grin on his face as he calls, “I’m always trying to annoy you, sweetheart! Don’t get it twisted!” His grin softens back to that smirk as he reaches for his own coffee on the table in front of him.
“You’re doing a great job of it, as always!” Jason replies from the room, which makes Eddie chuckle.
His beautiful Jesus lover comes out of the room not long after, dressed in his best suit, ready for Easter mass. Eddie makes a show of whistling at him, cat calling his own boyfriend because it makes Jason blush.
“Shut up,” Jason mutters with pink cheeks as he sets his coffee down and ties his tie.
“Do you think Jesus had small feet if he was that short?” Eddie grins again.
“No smaller than yours,” his boyfriend quips, “What are you again? A size 6?”
“Ooh, feeling feisty today,” Eddie chuckles, standing from the couch and going over to the blond, knocking his hands away and tying the silk for him.
He feels blue eyes on him the entire time.
“There,” he hums, smoothing the tie down Jason’s chest and meeting his eyes with a smile, “You off now?”
“Gonna be late if I don’t leave now,” Jason hums.
Eddie grabs the tie and pulls his boyfriend in for a kiss, something lingering and soft. He feels Jason’s hand on his hip, keeping him there, so he pulls away with a small smirk to mutter, “Ask your short king if he’ll let me into Heaven.”
Jason gives him a look and says, “I always do.”
Which, really, is probably sweet — but it makes Eddie laugh.
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Need You Now
Hello, my lovelies!
So listen….this is completely self indulgent and is all Mr Evan’s fault. He just had to go and win Sexiest Man Alive and have a sexy fucking photoshoot. And those pictures just had to make me feral.
This is definitely not the best thing I’ve ever written. Threw it together in about an hour. Again having nobody to blame but Christopher.
I mean how could I not after I saw the above picture? I couldn’t not write something.
Well anyways, I hope you enjoy it!
*DISCLAIMER, if you’re under 18, just go away. This isn’t for you! Kindly fuck off. Thanks!
Words: 2.4k
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Language, unprotected Smut, P in V sex, Breeding Kink, talks of trying to conceive, husband and wife kink if you squint, Chris in that picture, I think that’s it
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“Why did you agree to this again?”
You rolled your eyes at your husband as you continued doing your makeup in the mirror. “Because Andy, it’s the last good weekend before the colder weather sets in and because we were invited and I want to go.”
Your grumpy husband lets out a sigh. “I would’ve much rather done our own thing than go to this cookout.”
You put the finishing touches on your makeup and turn around to look at him. “Why? It’ll be fun! They’re our friends, Andrew. We don’t see them very much.”
Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “But I don’t even like half of these people.”
“Oh, come on. It won’t be that bad. I promise. If we get there and you are bored to tears and hating life, then we’ll go. Scouts honor!”
He walks until he’s standing in front of you and puts his hands on your hips. “Okay, fine. I’ll go but only because you want to. But when we get back…” He starts trailing light, barely there kisses along the side of your neck until he reaches your ear..”You better plan to be up all night, filled with me.”
Before the shivers finish trailing up your spine, Andy steps away with a chuckle to go get dressed. Well shit. Now you aren’t sure you want to go yourself. You shake your head. No. You had promised your friends you’d show up. Plus you were already ready. And you thought you looked pretty cute in your yellow sundress.
You turn back around to face the mirror to double check your hair when your husband emerges from the closet. You do a double take as he sits on the bed to slip on his boots.
Jesus Christ you have forgotten how to breathe.
Your usually suited up, straight laced A.D.A., is sitting there looking like sex on legs.
He’s in a pair of black slacks and a dark green shirt. But that’s not what has you open-mouthed and drooling. It’s the way he only buttoned up the shirt about halfway and you have a clear view of the chain he always wears and the tattoos that litter his chest. Including your name he has tattooed over his left pec.
Christ on a cracker. You can already tell your panties have soaked through. This piece of shit is doing this on purpose. He knows the effect he has on you.
“Sweetheart?”
You shake your head as you close your mouth, stunned to see him standing in front of you. He reaches up and wipes some drool from the side of your mouth. “You, uh, got some drool there.”
You open your mouth to retort but realize your brain has short circuited from the beauty of the man in front of you.
Sure, you’re married and have been together for a long time. Doesn’t mean you aren’t still widely attracted to the man.
He gives your ass a smack. “We better get going. Don’t want to be late.”
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After changing into a fresh pair of panties, you and Andy head on over to your neighbor's house across the street.
You both head ou tback where the party is in full blast. “Well look what the fucking cat dragged in! The Barbers!”
Your eyes instantly spot the man yelling. “Hi, Mike!”
You let go of Andy’s hand and let Mike pull you into a quick hug. You’re soon pulled out of it by his wife Kate and pulled into her arms. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you actually showed up!” She pulls away and looks you up and down. “Cute dress! Come on, let’s go get you a drink!”
You turn your head about to see if Andy wants anything, but see a beer has already been put into his hand and is standing in a circle of the other husband’s chatting. Looks like he’s even enjoying himself. You knew he would.
Kate drops your hand after you make it over to the drink table. “So, what’s your poison?”
You eye the table and decide to play it safe and stick with an old fashioned wine cooler. Kate just rolls her eyes at you. “That’s it?”
You twist the cap off and take a quick sip. Just as good as you remember them. “I don’t want to get too crazy. Plus, it’s been forever since I’ve had one of these.”
Kate looks up after she gets done pouring an adequate amount of rum into her coke. “Well, they are delicious. So, how’ve you been? How’s, uh, everything?”
You take another swig before answering. Of course she’s wondering if you’d had any luck conceiving. You shrug your shoulders. “Nothing yet, but we’ve only been trying for a few months. Plus my doctor said it may take awhile since I had been on birth control since I was 15. Might take a little bit for all those hormones to leave my system.”
She nods. “Yeah, it took about a year for me to get pregnant. Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll happen!”
You shake your head. “I’m not worried. It’ll happen if it’s meant to. And if not, then we’ll adopt. I’m not going to stress over it. The doctor said stressing about it can make it not happen so I’m going to stay positive.”
Kate smiles at you. “That’s a great mindset! Regardless of how it happens, you’ll make an amazing momma!”
“Thank you! I hope so! I’m sure I’ll be asking you for lots of tips.”
She takes a sip of her drink as she looks over at her kids playing around the yard with the other neighborhood kids. “Oh, I’ve got plenty!”
The 2 of you are soon joined by a couple other women you hadn’t seen in awhile either. You guys chat and gossip about everything that’s been going on lately. As the conversation turns to something you’re less than interested in, you can’t help but let your eyes wander over to Andy.
The men have migrated to a group of lawn chairs and are laughing about something. Andy’s eyes catch yours and he gives you a smile. God you loved him. You return it before getting pulled back into the conversation when one of the ladies asks how your job is going.
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About 2 hours later it starts getting dark out. All the women had rejoined their significant others at the lawn chairs.
You were currently laying against Andy’s chest, him leaned back with his arms wrapped around you. The fire had been going for a while now and you were all nice and toasty.
A few of the couples had gathered their kids and bid their goodbyes. That left only Kate’s and Mike’s kids and a few couples left sat around the fire.
You’re just enjoying listening to the conversations going on around you, letting the vibrations of Andy’s chest as he talks to Mike lull you to sleep.
You just get your eyes shut when your phone starts going off.
You quickly grab it and silence it. Kate asks if everything is okay. You wave a hand in her direction. “Yeah, just my mom texting me.”
But that’s a lie.
That wasn’t your text tone that went off. You knew that sound well. And judging from the way Andy is now practically squirming underneath you, so does he.
You have this app on your phone to help track when you’re ovulating. And anytime you’re in a peak ovulation time, an alarm goes off. The sound has lately made your husband feral. He’ll bend you over the nearest surface and stuff you full.
Speaking of.
He is currently subtly rutting his erection into your ass.
You hold back a whimper and grab onto his arm. “Andy, stop. Not here.”
He leans down to whisper into your ear, “Should’ve thought about that when you made plans to come here. You know what that fucking alarm does to me. Need to be inside you baby girl. Now.”
Oh, fuck.
You’re about to suggest going home when the rest of the couples, and kids, start to stand up and head toward the house. Mike goes over and puts the fire out.
Kate comes over to your chair. “We’re going to head inside and watch the new Halloween movie. You guys wanna come?”
You don’t even have time to open your mouth to respond before Andy does. “Nah, I think we’re going to head home. Both of us are a little tired. Aren’t we, sweetheart?”
You nod your head. “Yeah, the fire made me tired.”
She nods. “Okay, well let’s get lunch next week?”
You agree. “Sounds great! Thank you for inviting us.”
She waves as she heads inside. You go to get up but are forcefully pulled back down. “Just where do you think you’re going, baby girl?” He moves your hair to the side and starts kissing and biting at your neck, all the while moving his right hand under your dress.
“Well I thought we could head home and take care of-“ But you’re cut off when his fingers make contact with your clothed core.
“Too far. Need you here, now.”
You go to protest but he moves your panties aside and sinks a finger into you.
You smack your hand to your mouth to keep your moan in. Andy just chuckles behind you as he adds another finger and starts scissoring them around. “Need to keep quiet, baby. Don’t want the neighbors knowing what we’re doing out here.”
You clench down on his fingers. “Oh? Maybe you do, huh? Does my baby girl want to get caught?”
You can’t even respond. You start grinding against his hand. He indulges you for a few minutes before he pulls his fingers out and flips you around so that you’re straddling him. He pulls you in for a lust filled kiss before he grabs your hands and puts them at the top of his pants. “Go on. Take me out.”
You don’t need to be told twice.
Not wasting any time, you unbutton and unzip his slacks. You quickly find out he has gone commando this evening. You look up at him in surprise. He just gives you a sexy smirk. “Easier access?”
You roll your eyes and lean back in for a kiss, your right hand wrapped around his achingly hard cock, pumping it up and down.
Andy brushes your hand away and pulls your panties to the side. “Sorry sweetheart. Need to be inside you.”
Not wanting to wait any longer yourself, you grab ahold of his cock and hover over him and rub his tip along your soaked slit before sinking down on his length. You throw your head back and let out a sigh of relief. You love nothing more than to be filled by your husband.
Andy takes a minute to watch the pleasure on your face. It doesn’t last very long though before he grabs your hips and starts grinding you back and forth in his lap.
You don’t catch the moan that escapes you this time.
“Shhh. Need to be a good girl and stay quiet while your husband fills you up.”
You nod and place your hands on his shoulders as you take over the movement of your hips, picking up the pace. Andy releases his hold on your hips and smacks your ass before pulling the top of your dress down enough so your tits spring free. He pays extra attention to your nipples, knowing how much you like it.
After a few minutes, you change from grinding to bouncing up and down on his cock as best you can on a lawn chair. You can already feel yourself close to an orgasm. “Andy, please. Gonna cum. Need help. Please.”
He repositions a little so that his left leg hangs off the side of the lawn chair and plants his foot on the ground. He grabs the back of your head with his left hand and pulls you down until you’re chest to chest, pulling you into another kiss. He takes his right hand and moves it in between you so he can rub your clit.
He uses the little leverage he has with his foot and starts thrusting up into you, hitting your g spot from this position. You moan into his mouth.
“Fuck, baby girl. Squeezing me so good. Won’t last much longer after you cum. Need to fill you up.”
You’re both now just panting into each other’s mouths. “Please Andy.N-need it. Need your cum.”
“Yeah? Need me to fill you up, huh? Yeah you do. Gonna fuck a baby into you sweetheart.”
And that’s what does you in. You cum with a silent cry, your hands digging into his shoulders.
He only lasts a few more thrusts before he gives into his own pleasure. You can feel his warm spend filling you up as he slows his thrusts down, eventually coming to a stop. You both take a minute to catch your breath before you make eye contact and burst out laughing.
“Can’t believe we just fucked on a lawn chair in our neighbors backyard.”
He pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “I fucking love you, Mrs. Barber.”
You smile. “I love you, Mr Barber.”
He cups your face and brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, smiling when you press a kiss to it. “Think we better get home, sweet girl. Before I take you on this chair again.” As he says this, you can feel him start to harden inside of you.
Startled at how quick he’s ready to go again, you quickly get up and let out a hiss as he slips out of you.
You right your clothes as best you can before grabbing your phone and helping him up.
He tucks his cock back into his slacks as best he can with a hard on and zips and buttons them up. He grabs your hand and starts practically pulling you towards your guy's house.
“Hurry up baby. That pussy isn’t going to fill itself up.”
You were in for a long night.
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A Nessian drabble idea: Cassian waking up from anesthesia forgetting who Nesta is and is immediately starts flirting with her because she's so beautiful.
omg YES. this is so them thank you for sending this in I’ve always wanted to write one of these. I’ve also never had my wisdom teeth removed so sorry for any inaccuracies there LOL
Nesta had been hanging out in the waiting room for about an hour when someone finally called her name.
“Nesta Archeron?” one of the nurses called. Nesta quickly gathered her jacket and purse and got up to follow her.
“How’s he doing?” Nesta asked. Cassian had finally taken the plunge and gotten all four of his wisdom teeth removed in one go, and while Nesta knew this was a routine enough procedure, she was still a little antsy about her husband using anesthesia.
“It went well,” the nurse replied, leading Nesta into what looked like the outpatient area. “He’s recovering now. The anesthesia should be wearing off in the next few minutes if it hasn’t already.”
The nurse ran through a list of symptoms to watch out for and general tips to help Cassian’s healing process. Even though Nesta knew she’d be getting a thick packet with all these instructions, she still did her best to commit them to memory. This was her husband they were talking about; she wasn’t going to take any risks with him.
By the time the nurse finished explaining everything, they’d made it inside Cassian’s recovery room. He looked a little funny with his cheeks all swollen and a bandage wrapped around his face, but Nesta was too glad everything had gone well to really make fun of him.
That didn’t stop her from snapping a picture, though. Just because she didn’t intend to use it to tease him later didn’t mean she didn’t want one.
“Hey,” Nesta said softly as Cassian’s eyes fluttered open. “How are you feeling?”
“Hey,” Cassian said back, drawing out the word long and slow. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine,” she managed to reply without laughing. He was clearly still feeling the anesthesia, and she was going to enjoy him being loopy for as long as it lasted. “You ready to go home?”
“With you?” he asked, his face lighting up.
“Of course with me,” she responded with a fond roll of her eyes.
“It must be my lucky day,” he answered, trying to pull his lips into a smirk and failing miserably. “Going home with the most gorgeous woman in here.”
“We go home together every night, you idiot,” she told him with a huff of laughter. “We live together.”
“Then I guess it’s my lucky night every night,” he fired back, though some of the effect was lost by how drowsy he sounded.
Nesta and the nurse exchanged amused glances before they started to prep to get him out of there. Thankfully Cassian was still dressed, so they just had to get him to stand so he could sit back down again in the wheelchair.
“Come on, big guy,” Nesta said, pulling the blankets back from Cassian so he could get out the bed. “Time to come home with me.”
“But…” Cassian trailed off, his face twisting into the most adorable pout as he caught sight of her left hand. “You’re married.”
She stared at him a little incredulously. Was he fucking with her, or was this just the anesthesia? “Yes?”
“I’ve been flirting with a married woman,” he groaned, bringing his hands up to his face and immediately regretting it. “Oh, God, I’m a homewrecker.”
“Jesus Christ,” she muttered under her breath, trying and failing to hold back her laughter. She gently pulled his hands away from his face and tapped the matching gold band on his left hand before raising her voice to add, “Cassian, look. You’re married too.”
“That’s even worse,” he groaned once he noticed his own wedding band. “Holy fuck. I’m a homewrecker and a cheater.”
“No, you doofus,” she replied, still laughing. “We’re married to each other.”
Cassian’s face looked like Christmas had come early. “Really?”
“Really,” Nesta confirmed. “It’ll be six years this October.”
“Oh, wow,” he breathed, completely awed. He reached out and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together with a dopey look on his face. “Let’s go home, then.”
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I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) Part 6 (Steddie X You)
Warnings: Security Dom Steddie X Sub (slightly bratty) Singer Fem Reader, SMUT, spanking, dirty talk, slight rough play (they show her a bit more of what they are into), FLUFF, they go on a date through Paris and she shows them around, they do discuss being more exclusive (as if she or they would want anyone else🙄 ), ANGST, slightly so with her talking briefly about being sober and her fears of being in a relationship again.
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“Obviously, you’re taking us to the Eiffel Tower, right?”, Steve grinned in your direction as you three walked the streets of Paris.
“Yes but tonight when it’s all lit up.”
The day couldn’t be any more perfect for you and you were the happiest you had been in a long time. You took them around to each place you could think of that didn’t have a long line, stopping at bakeries and little shops to have them taste everything while looking for little trinkets to bring back home.
They seemed to really be enjoying themselves which made you smile. Eddie had befriended a street musician who handed him an acoustic guitar and he sat beside him as they played a couple of songs. You took them to a vintage store where they had a blast looking at the clothes. Steve keeping trying on different hats asking you how he looked. One had a brim that three sizes too big causing you to spit out your water as you laughed at him.
After grabbing lunch, you took them to a park nearby and had a picnic.
“Seriously, I’m going to gain like thirty pounds off of this bread but so worth it.”, Steve chuckles as he takes another bite of his sandwich.
“Oh, yeah. The food is phenomenal but you have to watch out for the butter and the sauces. Don’t even get me started on the chocolate.” Eddie smiles when your eyes playfully roll back.
“Did you parents show you all these places or did you find them yourself?”, he asked.
“A bit of both. The first few years I came here I basically recreated that vacation but as I wondered the streets I found more places and things to enjoy.”
“Excusez-moi.” A little girl shyly comes up to your blanket holding out a pen and paper. “May I have your…”
“Autographe?”, you smile up at her comfortingly as she grins. “Of course. Um… Quel est… ton nom?”
“Chloe.” She beams in your direction.
“I’m sorry, Chloe. My French isn’t great.”
“It’s…okay.” Her grin grows as you give the paper back to her and lean up on your knees to give her a hug.
“Merci, Miss Y/L/N!”
“Merci, Chloe.”
The three of you watch her as she runs back to her parents.
“That was adorable.”, Steve smirks.
“It was. I didn’t know you had fans that were so small.”, Eddie adds.
“Yeah, that’s another reason I want to be better. I’m supposed to be a role model for them you know?”
“And you are, honey. You’re already doing so much better and we are extremely proud of you.”
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“Why do I have to wear a suit?!”, Eddie shouts from the bedroom as he adjusts his tie.
“Because we’re taking her to dinner, you idiot.”
“I’m just asking!”
“Plus, this will technically be our first date with her so we should look nice.”
Both men turn when they hear you exit the bathroom and their mouths fall open in shock as their eyes drink you in. Your hair was pulled up into a neat bun displaying a pair of earrings that shimmered when you moved your head. The thin spaghetti straps held up a gorgeous, black, V-neck style dress that just barely touched your ankles. When you nervously shifted your weight, the slit in the fabric exposed your leg up to your mid-thigh showing off some fancy, matching black high heeled shoes.
“What, um, what do you think?”
“You…you…Jesus, I may be underdressed.”, Steve breathily chuckled.
“Eddie?”
“You look beautiful, princess.”
Blushing, you loop your arms into theirs as they escort you out of the hotel. When you three arrive at the restaurant, they watch you in amazement as you talk to the people in charge and an antsy gentleman leads you to a table. Steve pulls out your chair and you thank him as you take a seat.
Both boys straighten up when a man comes out from the kitchen and heads towards you but immediately calm when you smile, assuring them that this is someone you know.
“Miss Y/L/N! It’s been so long, my love! How are things?”
“Things have been rough but they are getting better. Julien, these are my friends AND security, Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington.”
They grin as they shake his hand and he returns their smiles with a bright one of his own.
“Who better to watch your back than a friend that loves you, ah? Now, mon amour, should we start with the usual champagne?”
“Oh, no. Um, do you have something without alcohol?”
“Hmm? Oh! How about citron pressé?”
“Sure, I trust you.”, you giggle as you shrug, watching him disappear without asking the guys if that was ok with them. “I have no idea what that is but—what? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Both men had been starring at you with a cute, goofy smile plastered on their face.
“Nothing. You’re just adorable.”
“It’s nice seeing this side of you to. You really needed a break, sweetheart.”
The rest of the meal couldn’t be described in any other way beside perfect. They talked to you more about some positive things in their lives trying to keep the mood uplifted. Eddie told you about his love for fantasy related things like D&D which made you laugh when the other man rolled his eyes. Steve surprised you by telling you of some movies he actually really liked.
“Ok you can’t sigh aggressively when I talk about sci-fi fantasy shit but then tell her that one of your favorite movies is Star Wars!”
“It’s completely different, Munson.”
“How!?”
“It’s actually not that different.”
“Thank you, princess!”
“But to be fair, George Lucas said he made Star Wars kind of like a western so Steve may drift more towards that then regular sci-fi.”
“Ok, you’re not on my side anymore. Hush.”, Eddie responds playfully.
You did your best to tell them more happy memories with you and your family but you struggled because it hurt. Every time you stuttered through a story, though, one or both of them would reach for your hand and urge you to continue.
After you were done eating, you kept your word and took them to the Eiffel Tower as it was all lit up. The people in charge cut off a section so you three wouldn’t be noticed or bothered which you greatly appreciated.
“Wow, check out that view.” Steve exhaled as he took a few pictures pausing when he noticed your face as you leaned against the railing. “You alright, honey?”
“Yeah. I just wish I could stay here in this moment. I’m having a lot of fun with you two and I think this is the first time in a long time I’ve actually been…happy.”
Eddie’s palm gently reaches out to run down your back before bringing you to his chest to wrap you up in his embrace.
“I know what you mean. Stop me if I’m wrong Harrington but we’ve never felt like this about anyone before. We really like you, Y/N.”
“We’re all in if you are.”
“You barely know me. What if I fuck up again? What if I hurt you? What if…I’m not what you thought I am?”
“She’s doing that thing again.”, Eddie murmurs to Steve as he releases you and leans against the railing. “It’s like her own brand of self-harm…or maybe self-protection?” He raises his eyebrows inquisitively and you quickly shift your gaze. “Ah yes. There it is. She keeps says ‘What if I’ but what she really means if ‘What if you’.”
“Baby, we’re not asking you to marry us or anything. What we’re asking for is MORE nights like tonight. To be able to take you out more and get to know you better and vice versa. We know you’ve been through a lot and still are. We would never push you like they do.”
“And quite frankly, sweetheart, I don’t think there could be any more surprises because you’ve already showed us you’re not who we thought you were originally.”
“Spoiled, washed up singer.”, Steve explains when you look at them in confusion.
“When it comes to the I’s, babe, we got you covered. You slip again and want to run all over Vegas, we’ll come get you. You have one of those moments where you try to verbally hurt us, don’t worry, we got you. We have ropes and handcuffs for situations like that.” You can’t help but giggle when he winks.
“When it comes to the you’s, you can ask us anything and we’ll answer. If there’s something you need or need to know just let us know and we can talk about it.”
Glancing out towards the city, you feel everything run through your brain at once. You knew from the moment you met them that they were different. You trust them with your life so why were you so scared to trust them with your heart?
Because everyone who’s supposed to love you, hurts you…
Do they even love you? They can’t possibly…like you said they barely even know you. I guess it couldn’t hurt to jump in with both feet.
“Ok. Can we…we keep it between us?”
“We honestly assumed you would because of the press and everything.”, Eddie answers with a small smile.
“I think that’s another reason Simon was with me. He liked the attention from the press.”
“Hm. Well, coming from a small town where everyone was in everyone’s business, trust me, we don’t want that kind of attention.”, Steve retorts as he leans over the railing like you had.
Looping your arm through his, you lean your head against his shoulder as Eddie holds your hand and looks out into the city.
##############
“I have a request.”
“Oh lord.”, the metalhead playfully sighs making you smile.
“Calm down, Mr. Munson.”, you giggle. “The other night I asked you two to show me how much you care about me…” They nod when you pause, urging you silently to continue. “Can you show me how to take care of you?”
Both men, who were now sitting on the couch in the hotel room looked up at you now with slight confusion.
“When we first got together, you said you liked it rough. The other night you implied there was more to what you both were into. I want to give you what you want.”
“You do, honey.”
“You really do.”, Eddie follows almost too eagerly.
“I still don’t think your ready.”, Steve sighs as he takes off his jacket and starts rolling up his sleeves.
“Isn’t this all about trust? Not only do I trust you two but you should trust me to know my limits. Well…in this regard.”
The other man takes off his jacket as well, removing his button up shirt underneath along with it now donning a white tank that displayed his muscles and tattoos in a way that had you salivating.
“Oh, come on, Stevie. We can start slow. Maybe we can show her what a punishment would look like. Something small for running away and having us worried.”
Steve sighs playfully as he motions with his fingers for you come closer. As you sit beside him on the sofa, he gently pets the back of your head while they both continue to look at you with nothing but care.
“If you feel uncomfortable at any point, just say the safe word, ok?”
“Ok, Steve. I promise.”
He grins as his hand slides down to your back and guides your body till you’re laying across his lap on your tummy. While he flips up the underside of your dress Eddie runs his fingers through your hair, moving any lingering strands away from your face.
“How many you think, Ed? 10?”
“10 sounds good. I think she can handle that.”
As your stomach tightens into knots with nerves, Steve’s palm soothes you as it runs down your spine and over the meat of your ass. Abruptly, it lifted and came down spanking your behind eliciting a shocked gasp from your lips. He didn’t hit you hard as it was meant to test.
“How did that feel, babe?”
“Um, odd but g-good.”
“Has anyone ever spanked you before?”, Eddie asked.
“No. Not like this.”
“Honey, I want you to count for me, ok?”
“O-O-Okay. One.”
His hand come down much harder and this time you let out a little moan especially after Steve soothes you by running his fingers along the reddening skin.
“Two.”
“Good girl, sweetheart.”
He spanks you twice in quick secession and they both let out a groan of their own as you breathily count them off. Steve tugs down your panties, his hand coming back to travel a bit between your legs as your mouth falls open when his thumb slides between your sex.
“Oh, Eddie. Little baby is so wet right now. I think the spanking doesn’t feel so odd anymore, huh?”
When you didn’t answer, ringed fingers gripped your hair tightly and tugged you back.
“He asked you something, your highness.”
“Feels…good…AH! Five!”, you moaned as Steve spanked you again.
Eddie held a tight grip on you as the other boy began steadily rubbing your clit while occasionally delivering a harsh smack to your ass.
“What number are we on, baby? Wouldn’t want Stevie to lose count and have to start all over again.”
“Mmm—Nine—Please, Steve. I’m gonna…”
You didn’t see it but they smirked at each other as he slide two fingers into your core and rapidly pumped them inside of you. Your eyes rolled as the coil snapped and as you moaned his name his hand came down one final time while you panted out that final number.
“Good girl, honey.”, he cooed as he delicately lifted your dress over your head. “Let’s get this off here.” You keened into his neck as he sat you up and placed you in his lap while Eddie ran his palm along your legs. “Did you like it, baby?”, Steve whispered.
“Yeah, I liked it a lot. Did you like it? Spanking me?”
He chuckles under his breath, trying to stifle the moan that wants to come out at the sound of your little voice. Reaching for your hand, he places it directly on the bulge in his slacks.
“I loved it.” Your eyes flutter closed as his lips tenderly trail up your cheek to your ear. “You like that, pretty girl? You like making us feel good?”
“M-More. Please. I can handle more. I swear.”
They glanced at each other mischievously knowing you were all riled up.
“No.”
“Please! I can handle it!” As you begin to whine they smile and you can’t help but laugh. “You’re messing with me?”
“A little. We’re kind of curious in this headspace how far your brat can go.” Eddie’s grin grows as you climb on to his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.
“Do you want me to be more bratty?”
“I think you’re capable of it. I work with you remember?”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Hey. In here, honey, you answer us, not the other way around.”, Steve scolded.
The metalhead tries to keep the upper hand as you grind your hips against his own. His eyes remain heavily on yours as he licks his lips to keep any other sounds from escaping.
“In here, sweetheart, we have control.”
“You do out there to!”, you whine as you point absently outside. “Where do I have control?”
“Stop moving.”, he says sternly.
“Make me.”
His eyes grow dark as the smile he was adorning falls from his face.
“Stop. Moving.”
You falter for a second as his voice and demeanor throw you off guard but you remain steadfast as you continue. Steve laughs from your side before Eddie lifts you up with one arm and carries you to the bedroom.
Throwing you on to the mattress, he holds your down with his palm on your chest as he uses his other to unbuckle his belt and free his cock from its confinement.
“If you want to stop, just tap twice, ok?” When you nod, his fingers grip your hair as he hovers his face above yours. “Ok?!”
“Ok! Yes, sir! Tap twice!”
Steve nonchalantly throws himself beside you as he watches Eddie slide his cock into your mouth.
“She’s so fucking stubborn sometimes. I swear.”
While the metalhead takes over thrusting his length down your throat, Steve is always alert, watching you to make sure you really were ok. They genuinely did trust you would say the safe word if you needed but neither boy wanted to push you that far.
“Fuck, princess your mouth feels so fucking good. With all that fucking sass, I’m not sure she deserves our dicks in her pussy tonight, Harrington.”
Eddie tried to control his eyes from rolling back when he felt you groan around him.
“Did you have something you wanted to say?”
“Please. I’m sorry, Eddie. I’ll do whatever you want. I promise I’ll behave.”, you beg as you shift up to your knees and continue stroking him with your hand. “Please. I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”
Pinching your cheeks between his fingers, he brings your lips to his before firmly pushing you backwards onto the bed.
“Go show Steve how much you’ll behave.”
As you crawl over to the now naked man, you tenderly kiss his stomach making him smile as he strokes your hair. Delicately running your tongue along his slit, he moans as he pulls your hair into a ponytail with his hands and watches you fully take him into your awaiting mouth.
Eddie jostled you around a bit till your ass was fully on display for him and you both whimpered as he guided his cock into your entrance. The warmth of his chest encases you as he leans against your back and kisses your shoulder.
“Come on, sweetheart. I know you can take him better than that especially with the way you run that sassy mouth.” Taking over Steve’s hold of your hair, he guides your movements making you gag and drool as the man mewls with pleasure. “Atta girl. There you go.”
Eddie rolls his hips hard, roughly nudging against that tender spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back.
“Is that the spot, pretty girl?” Pulling your head, he forces you to look at him. “Is it? Right there?” You struggle to form words as he continues to grind against you. “Answer me, Y/N.”
“Ah! Y-Yes, there. D-don’t stop. Please…”
The metalhead grins as he pushes you back down on Steve’s cock before releasing his hold on your hair to grip your waist as he leans back on his knees and pounds his hips into yours.
“G-Good girl, honey. Fuck. You take us both so well.”, Steve coos as he pets your head.
Eddie’s fingers slide underneath you, rubbing fast circles into your little bundle of nerves, driving you crazy in the best way as you throw you head back in pleasure.
“FUCK! Eddie please!”
Ringed fingers wrap around your throat and pull you up to your knees as you lean against his shoulder.
“That’s right, baby. Say my name again. Who’s making you feel this good?”, he murmurs into your ear as he slams into you harder.
“Eddie! I’m…Eddie, please…”
Your hand takes hold of his wrist as your other clings his hair while your arm wraps around his neck. His fingers move faster to match his pace while you continue chanting his name until the ball drops and your body trembles against him as you cum.
“Fuck me.”, Eddie groans, shoving you back down against the mattress and holding your wrists behind your back as he chases his high.
Grunting above you, his rhythm becomes sloppier and you mewl as you feel him release his seed inside of you.
“Good girl, princess.”, he praised as he gradually pulled out of you and kissed any part of your skin his lips could reach. “It’s Steve’s turn, sweet girl. Whenever you’re ready.”
Your head shot up in search for him and as your eyes met his soft ones, his fingers reached out to caress your sweaty face. When you nod, he motions for you to come closer, taking hold of you under your arms and scooting you both up closer towards the pillows.
“Come here, honey. No, the other way.”, he instructs as you started straddling his waist. After turning away from him, he guides you down till your back his against his chest. One of his strong palms holds on to your chest as his other holds the base of his cock and runs to along your dripping lips between your legs. “Jesus. Eddie made you feel real good, didn’t he, baby?”
Nodding, you turn your head to kiss his cheek and he moans as he breaches your entrance, sheathing himself inside of you with minimal resistance. As he thrusts his hips up against you, his fingers move around to massage your nub as the hand on your chest takes hold of tit making you growl in ecstasy.
“Steve! So…so deep…oh god.”
“Yeah? Does that feel good, Y/N?” Picking up his pace, the bed begins to move underneath you as he clings to your sweaty, messy frame. “Fuck, that’s it. That’s our girl. Your pussy is just fucking clinging to me, pretty girl, God damn.”
Pushing up, you balance on your hands as your hips push down to meet his.
“Can you see it? My cock disappearing inside of you?”
“Steve, please. Please!”
Tugging on your hair, he pulls you back against him, hugging your tightly as he thrusts into you harder. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the room and your eyes roll back as you drag your nails against his flesh.
“I’m…I’m…”
Without warning, he shoves against your back pushing you up and pulling himself out of you, yanking your hips backwards till your pussy was hovering over his face. Roughly, his hands pushed you back down, urging your lips over his cock as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you still as he his tongue devoured you.
Your hips grinded against him as his head moved quickly from side to side causing you to lift your head and scream as you came. As he continued to lick your clean, you bobbed your head around his length wanting him to feel as good as he had just made you feel.
His grunts reverberated in your cunt as he pumped his hips upwards till you felt rope after rope of his spend hit the back of your throat.
Falling to the side, you both panted till Eddie’s voice broke the silence.
“Yeah, that’s cool. Just put your feet by my face.” You giggled as you lifted your leg and touched his nose with your big toe. “Ew, gross. With these beautiful pedicured, toes. Still purple, I see.”
“I like purple and no one is looking at my feet that closely in an arena style concert.”
“Do you want to take a bath, Y/N, or a shower?”, Steve asks.
“I want to curl up into a cocoon and sleep for 100 years.”
“Ok, bath it is.”, he grinned as he rolled over the side and lifted you into his arms.
While he got everything ready, Eddie’s hands lightly gripped your shoulders and tilted you forward. When your eyes shifted to the mirror, you realized he was looking at your behind.
“It doesn’t hurt. I mean, it’s sore but…”
“I figured. I just need to take a look and make sure you don’t need any ice or anything. I’m sure you’ve noticed but Steve Harrington has big hands so sometimes he unintentionally leaves marks that last for a couple of days.”
“Part of the reason I ask questions.”, he winks as he guides you into the water.
“No one has ever asked me questions before or even done any kind of aftercare. I like it. It makes me feel cared for.
“We do care… a lot.”, Eddie smiles as he holds up your hair while Steve continues to clean you.
“Is this normal for you two? The shared partner thing?”
“I wouldn’t say ‘normal’ but we’ve done it before. Never with a client, however.”, Steve sighs.
“So…this could look bad for everyone if people found out?”
Both men stopped moving as they gave you their full attention.
“Yes. And not just because of the press.”
“People may not hire us anymore if they thought our judgment could be altered when it came to protecting them.”, Eddie followed in a serious tone.
“Are you implying Mr. Munson, that your judgment in keeping me safe has now changed?”
“I’m saying, Y/N, I would take a bullet for you but, for example, us keeping you sober isn’t a part of the security job description. If…If you wanted to get drunk right now we shouldn’t have any say in that…”
“Unless it leads to you roaming Paris in your underwear or makes someone want to hurt you.” Steve glances over your serious face. “What are you thinking, honey?”
“I just…I see what you mean. I wouldn’t want either of you to take a bullet or get hurt because of me. I’d rather it be me…”
It had been a while since you saw their eyes shift into this particular authoritative glow. Steve almost too roughly cupped your cheeks in his hands as he forced you to look at him.
“Don’t ever think or let us hear you say that again. It’s our job to keep you safe not the other way around. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, I understand.”, you whisper as your hands takes hold of his wrists.
“Y/N, like I said, we care about you but if your safety is on the line BECAUSE of us then we would end this right here right now.”
You pushed down the urge to cry at the thought of them leaving you. They had done so much for you in the short time they had been a part of your team.
“I promise I won’t interfere. I trust you both to take care of me.”
Steve’s eyes flick to Eddie’s for a moment before he kisses your forehead and lets you go.
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The following Monday, the three of you were sitting in your manager’s office waiting for him as he burst through with Sarah in tow.
“Well, look who decided to finally grace us with her presence. How was the vacation, Y/N?”, Jack sassed. “I don’t know why you two are even here. You’re fired.”, he gestures towards the boys.
“No they aren’t.”
“Excuse me?!”
“I said no they aren’t and you lower your voice when you speak to me!” Sarah smiled from her seat as the men on either side of you contained their excitement for you. “Jack, I’m tired. You were one of the ones that kept pushing me to get sober and now that I’m trying…I shouldn’t be on tour right now especially not with people like Mark shouting at me every 10 seconds. I need time to really have go at this.”
“Y/N…”, he sighed. “We’ve had this tour set up for months. Now I’ve put up with a lot from you but—”
“But nothing. I’m telling you no. I need a break. I can do interviews and keep working on the album. I can do little shows here but I can’t do a country wide tour right now.”
“Y/N, listen to me. Hear me. If you do this, if you cancel this tour, I will be forced to drop you as a client.”
You straighten up as you exhale, tapping into that sassy girl that resides within you.
“So be it. Sarah? Have you thought about being an agent?”
“Me? Oh, um, I mean…”
“You’re honestly the only person I trust who has always had my well-being in mind. I’ll pay you what I pay Jack and then some.”
She smiles as she glances towards your now former agent.
“I guess I just got a promotion.” You both stand, giving her a big hug before she pulls back to cup your face. “I’m really proud of you. I’ll come by later today and we can talk about a statement for the tour.”
“Y/N, please! Don’t do this! Look, why don’t you sit down and we can talk about this rationally.”, Jack begs. As he reaches for your arm to stop you from leaving, Eddie swats it away.
“I’m sorry, sir. You aren’t allowed to touch Miss Y/L/N.”
“But if you would like to speak with her, feel free to call her agent Sarah to set up an appointment.”, Steve grins as they both follow you out of the office.
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jack hughes x fictional character
intro | part 1 | part 2 | part 4
part 3 - point of no return
"Jack, buddy." Quinn called out to his brother, who was standing hovering around the sliding door that gave access to the backyard.
"Yeah?" he muttered, absentmindedly.
"Do you need me to go get the binoculars for you?"
"No, I think I can - What?"
"I know you're looking out to see if you can spot Coop and Eddy coming up." the eldest Hughes brother chuckled, joining him by the big glass door.
"I'm not, I'm just looking out into the lake." Jack nearly barked, an annoyed look on his face.
"Yeah, sure. I'm going to take a shower. When you're ready to stop sulking you should join the boys in the game room." Quinn winked, tapping his shoulder lightly.
"Hey!" he called out, waiting until his brother turned around, pointing towards him. "Fuck you."
His older brother grinned widely, walking backwards towards the stairs.
Ava wasn't supposed to be out for so long. The sun was setting. Where were they? What were they doing? Not knowing was driving him insane. Going over the possibilities in his head was like getting stabbed in the chest, which Coop would probably describe as drama queen behavior. Jack couldn't help it. Not when she had been his for so long. Not when he hadn't been taken seriously by her, all over a preconceived idea someone had most likely put in her head. He really wished he knew who had done it, who had made them sound so unreasonable. He had been hers way before he had been anyone else's.
Jack was about to call for a search party when he saw them approaching the deck. Ethan leaned in to whisper something into his best friend's ear and his hands closed into fists when Ava's smile grew and the little bastard winked at her, reaching out to slide the door open.
The two of them were caught off-guard when they were faced with the Devils's player, red-faced and pretending to clean the countertops.
"Jesus, Jack." she laughed, taking her hand to her chest. "You scared the living shit out us."
"Sorry." he muttered, his eyes lingering on his brother's friend's hand, resting on Ava's lower back. "Hey Eddy, I think they called out for another player to kick Duker's ass out there."
Ethan smiled slyly, rubbing her exposed skin softly. "Oh, I'm on it. You coming, beautiful?"
Oh, kid was testing his patience right there. Ava could tell something was making him angry, his nostrils flaring up ever so slightly. His mood wasn't affected by contract renegotiations, there had to be another reason.
"I'll help Rowdy over here and I'll join you in a minute." the brunette smiled.
"I'll take your word for it." he winked again.
What was that? Did he have an eye twitch?
The two friends were finally left alone, much to Jack's relief. He wanted to ask what happened so bad, but he knew he had no right to. It was private, it wasn't his business as her friend. Damn, it wasn't his business at all. Yet, there he was, hanging on her every word as she told him about the walk to their trusty old diving spot, the beautiful colors that were painting the sky, the cold water, waiting for her to give him something, anything.
Her cheeks were red, as was the bridge of her nose, her air in unruly waves, her blue eyes sparkling while she looked up at him. Oh, and those lips. Damn, they looked swollen. Ethan had done that. He was going to be sick and he knew she could tell his demeanor had completely changed the past few days.
"Jack..." she nearly whispered, grabbing his face with both of her hands. "What aren't you telling me?"
That I loved you when you had no front teeth. That I thought the dress you got made fun of for wearing at that one spring formal looked beyond stunning on you. That I didn't think you were gross when you had a runny nose for two weeks straight in the summer you turned ten. That I panicked when your grandparents sold their lake house because I thought we would never spend our vacations together again. That I worship you and your body like I've never worshipped any other deity before. That I haven't stopped thinking about kissing you again since that day in seventh grade.
Yet, he couldn't say it. Not back then because he wasn't worthy of her and she had never taken him seriously. Not now because she had apparently found someone that she liked. She'd immediately chalk up his confession to petty jealousy because he wasn't the only one she was giving her attention to.
"Nothing you should worry about, Coop." the Devils' player sighed, getting ready for her next move.
"You're so annoyingly private, you jackass." Ava protested, squishing his cheeks like she always did to annoy him. "I never know whst you're thinking, how the hell am I supposed to help you?"
"You just need to be there. I can't ask more of you." he replied, almost intelligibly, moving to remove her soft hands from his face. "Go, I'll just get some chips and I'll be right there."
The brunette tried to open her mouth to protest, but he shut her up with a stern look. That was his don't push it look. Her shoulders slumped as she made her way into the living room filled with rowdy young men. Luke and Quinn were nowhere to be found, and neither were Trevor or Cole. Then she spotted Ethan, his smile ever as dreamy as he stared at the screen, a controller in his hands. He had shown interest in her. He had made the first move. He wasn't Jack, no one ever would be, but he was nice and absolutely gorgeous. She couldn't go on feeling the way she felt about her best friend. They weren't in each other's orbit, why hold on to the way her chest ached every time his eyes set on her.
Mark's voice broke her out of her thoughts.
"Hey, loverboy, aren't you supposed to be cuddled up with the honorary Hughes right now?" the boy teased, getting everyone to join in hooting and whistling.
I shouldn't be listening in. But she wanted to. She felt like maybe he could be her out of the endless Jack cycle. He had kissed her promptly, complimented her on everything and told her he would love to go back to "their little spot" soon. It was embarrassing how good that made her feel.
"Alright, alright, you bozos, calm down. It's not like it leaves the lake house." Ethan interrupted them, not giving them a second of his full attention?
"What do you mean?" Dylan asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
"I mean, it's not heading anywhere, so you should stop with the teasing."
What now?
"Why not? You're single, she's single." Mark shrugged. "Plus, I think she might be one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen."
"Oh, yeah, she's gorgeous." Dylan added, smashing a couple of buttons with his fingers.
"I never said she's ugly, dumbasses. She's obviously got a beautiful face."
Oh no. Oh no. I know what comes after that.
"She's just not my type."
Wait.
"Dude, be serious. You've been flirting non-stop and now you guys disappeared for a while all alone." Rutger called him out from the ottoman, munching on gummy worms.
"Yeah and I've been on a slump lately with girls, so a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." he shrugged simply.
"That's actually insane, bro."
"You guys think we can hang out outside of this property and not get mocked? Especially me?"
"For what, Eddy?" Mark asked, clearly annoyed.
"I'm an athlete. I'm fit. I like to stay fit. I like to look good. And Ava's great, really. She's just... Too big for me."
There it is.
Ava's heart sunk to her stomach, the feeling that her throat was closing up stopping her from speaking. Oh. The big girl. Of course. God forbid he was seen with her in public. It was embarrassing. Just like all the other boys had said before him, she was nice, she was gorgeous, but she wasn't taking care of herself, she didn't live a healthy lifestyle, she couldn't possibly enjoy outdoor activities like them, or exercise for that matter. They liked her, she was so easy to talk to, she had such a nice laugh, yet they wouldn't hear the end of it if they introduced her to their families or friends. Same story, different little tweaks to it.
Several of the guys gave him dirty looks, but he wasn't paying enough attention to care. Beside her, a body came to a halt, stiff as a board.
She didn't need to look up to know who it was. Or what he was about to do.
"Get out." Jack growled, loud enough so everyone could hear him.
All heads were turning towards the entrance, where they both stood, Jack stepping in front of her and hiding her face from their pitiful and remorseful stares.
The color had drained from Ethan's face. He got up and tried to move towards them, towards her, but Jack's cold glare made him stop in his tracks.
"Hey, I'm sorry, I -"
"I said get out." the Devils' player repeated himself, this time louder, more forceful than he had ever sounded.
"Listen, this is between Ava and I, you've got to back off, bro." his little brother's friend daring to meet them by the archway where they stood.
The brunette held her head up, meeting his eyes from behind her human shield of a best friend.
"It's okay, Ethan. You've made yourself clear." Ava managed to say through her teeth, not backing down, even though the amount of eyes on her at that specific moment terrified her. "I just wish you hadn't made me believe it was any different than this. I'm not apologizing for my appearance. My thighs are strong. My arms are toned. I work out every day, and even if I didn't, it still wouldn't be any of your business. You have every right to have a preference. Just don't try to play it as a concern for my health. It sets back years of healing and I'd rather not waste time on it. I'm fat and I'm at peace with it."
"Ava, I'm not a man-" his sentence was interrupted by Jack's fist colliding with his jaw.
"You're right. You're no man."
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A/N: obviously this is fiction and i'm not implying ethan is fatphobic or an asshole. it's for the plot, dudes.
#Jack hughes#jack hughes x ava cooper#dreamboat jack hughes#jack hughes x fictional character#jack hughes x chubby!reader#hockey#hockey boys#trevor zegras#cole caufield#quinn hughes#luke hughes#umich boys#ethan edwards
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CONGRATS ON THE 1.5k!!!!!!! that’s so exciting and well deserved :)) for your event can i request a gojo thirst about his slutty little black t shirt? (i’m still thinking about it god help me)
A/N: I need a cold shower I’m sorry this is so self indulgent bc I would drop down no questions asked for that man. Filled w smut - shameless really. Hint of a degradation kink nd Dom gojo but mostly the biggest warning is his slutty black shirt. MDNI
Sitting beside Shoko and Nanami, you saw your boyfriend come into the bar you all were meeting for drinks after work - he'd come straight from a mission and Jesus he knew what he was doing. All you can hear is blood running through your ears when he struts toward the table - he did this on purpose is all you can think. You think you’ve forgotten how to breathe and he lifts his arms, strong and defined in a wave. He wrestles the other two into a hug and then leans in, a large hand snaking around to hold the small of your back, leaning down to whisper ‘hey, princess’ with a kiss to the shell of your ear and oh do you shiver at the feeling on his breath on your bare neck. All you can do is look up at him with wide eyes and he smirks, in his glasses, you can see your own eyes - the pretty colour of them almost completely disappeared underneath the dilated expanse of your pupils.
He knows what he's doing.
You can see other women sneer at you, jealousy was palpable. He's always gorgeous, otherworldly in beauty.
But fuck, that makes him positively provocative, he looks like walking sin and hell has never looked more appealing to you. You manage about 30 minutes of chatter between your oldest friends, squirming in your seat with the uncomfortable feeling of your far too damp panties clinging to your heat and you'd swear your pussy had its very own pulse. Nanami left to go to the bathroom, Shoko to get a top up and Satoru wraps his arm around your shoulder, and the heavy feeling of muscles and heat emanating from him makes you whimper.
“Fuck Princess, I knew I’d get a rise outta you but I didn’t think you’d be that much of a pathetic whore to whimper in public.” He smirks, fingers dancing down your arm, eyes looking directly at you through your glasses.
“Fuck you, ‘toru.” You reply, closing your eyes and tilting your head up until a finger nudges your chin so you’re directly looking at him.
“You can if you want, sugar. Wanna hop?” He asks, laying a chaste kiss on your cheek.
“God, please, I need - home. Now.” You whine into his neck, leaving a kitten lick behind because you just can’t help yourself when he is wearing that.
He makes an excuse to Shoko and wraps his arm around your waist and you’re outside and then you’re home and in your room and he’s pushing you onto you knees beside the bed - and looking up at him through your lashes what you see could easily be a god.
His skin tight, black muscle tee is so fucking fitted that every crevice and expanse of him is highlighted in it’s shadows. His bulk, usually hidden in his uniform is fully on display like artwork at the Louvre and you’re there to worship him. To praise the masterpiece that is the way the sleeves hug his goddamn arms with biceps and triceps stretching the fabric to it’s very limit - bursting at the seams. His chest heaves with heavy breaths as the sight of you, in your pretty party dress, on your knees nearly knocks him for six. The definition of his back is easily seen in the mirror behind him, the planes of his abs are just calling for your tongue’s exploration as he lifts the hem of his shirt to bite between his teeth and slaps his long, pretty cock across your glossy lips.
“This what a fuckin’ T-shirt does to you? Christ, I wonder how much of a whore my cock’ll make you then, filthy fuckin’ girl. Now c’mon, might be nice to you if you suck me real good baby.”
#pixie needs a cold shower#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#jjk x reader#jjk#gojo smut#gojo thirst#jjk thirsts
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hi I loved your dysphoria fic and I wanted to request a ftm coming out to hobie fic? Maybe somewhere pretty like a fair or a spiderman classic tall building?
yes!!! i love writing ftm fics! thank you so so much anonnnn :3 hoping you enjoy!!
word count: 666 (how cool!)
containing: swearing, mention of dysphoria, reader is transmasc, use of ‘girl’ to address reader (once), crying, a little emotional i will admit! also a little corny but as is life
the rest of the fic is under the cut!
coming out (finally).
hobie x ftm!reader
It had been a long day without Hobie.
He’s the only one that you really trusted, really loved, and the only one who really cared for you in return. He… yeah, he loved you.
Those words were heavy on your mind as you paced the streets of Camden, trying to calm yourself down before going back on Hobie’s houseboat where you knew he’d be waiting. You were currently wearing Hobie’s tattered shirt, jacket, and jeans.
He probably wondered why you were always stealing his stuff, too.
Well…
Putting it simply, you hated being a girl. You couldn’t dress like one without crying uncontrollably. You hated it more than anything ever.
That’s why you’d been favouring Hobie’s clothes over your own recently.
Also why your back hurt incessantly. All the slouching in an attempt to hide your chest did a number on you.
You weren’t a girl. You knew this. Have for a while, but subsided it because of the world you lived in. And other shit that was happening. It was too much.
You didn’t know how Hobie felt about trans people. He was gay, but that’s… different.
As you came up on the dock Hobie’s houseboat was at, where you had been staying, your heartbeat increased.
Fuck.
Could you even do this?
You had to. You promised yourself. And Hobie… Hobie’s not the type of person to hate someone like that. Not for who they are, and what they cannot change.
You walked over to Hobie’s houseboat, and climbed on. Was he even home yet?
You looked in the bedroom, under the deck, and he was sleeping. Climbing the stairs down, you went to go gently wake him up.
“Whuh…” Hobie rubbed his eyes as you shook him awake. “Oh, mornin’, pre’y girl,”
You shuddered at the use of ‘girl’, not in a good way at all.
“It’s evening. Can I…um… well, I just have somethin’ to talk with you… about.”
“Do I gotta get up?” He mumbled.
“Yes. Please?”
Hobie sat up, slid his slippers onto his feet, and then went upstairs with you, onto the deck.
You looked out at the setting sun, casting orange lighting on you both.
It was beautiful. As stupid as it might sound, it gave you a bit of confidence.
Like you had to do it now. It was so pretty, how could you not?
“Hobie, you… you’d accept me no matter what I told ya, yeah?”
He nodded without hesitation. “Barely anyfing you could tell me t’ make me hate ya, love,”
You avoided his gaze. Jesus, you were terrified.
“So, you know how I’ve cut my hair kinda short, and I’ve been stealing your boyish clothes…” You took a shaky deep breath. “I… I’m not a girl. I’m a boy. I’ve decided I want to go by (y/n) and use he and him or whatever. I wanna be recognized as a guy.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, and clenched your fists in anticipation.
“Oh… oh, han’some…” You opened your eyes to a big grin on Hobie’s gorgeous features, as he brought up a calloused hand to gently cradle your face. “I’ll do anyfing t’ help ya, aight? Anyfing, I promise. I’ll cut yer hair if ya want, I’ll help ya with getting new clothes, I accept ya, ‘kay? Even if you gotta change yer identity a million times ova’, I’ll support ya through all of it.”
You felt like crying out of happiness, and as tears sprang to your eyes, you hugged Hobie tightly, held him like he was going to disappear at any moment.
“T-thank you, Hobie…” You cried into his shirt that he had sewn himself.
You sobbed as Hobie pressed kisses onto the top of your head, rubbing your back gently at the same time.
“Of course, mate. ‘n I’m sorry fo’ callin’ you a girl, hope you can forgive me, swee’ ting.”
“I—I can. Y-you didn’t know, it’s not… on you,” You sniffled.
Whatever happens next, you were glad you did this when you did.
You loved Hobie, and he loved you, so… that’s all that mattered to you. You’d make it through together.
[sorry for the shortness of this, everyone! hope u still liked♥️]
#hobie brown#across the spiderverse#hobie brown x ftm!reader#spider punk#atsv#spiderpunk#atsv hobie#spiderverse#spider man: across the spider verse#hobie brown x male reader#hobie fanfic#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown spiderverse#hobie x reader#hobie brown x male!reader#hobie brown x transmasc reader#hobie brown fanfiction#spiderpunk fanfic#spiderpunk x reader#gauze#dir en grey
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Mutually Assured Destruction Part 10
Since I had one of these scenes written out for a long time, I was able to finish this very early and couldn't wait to post it!
Synopsis: Villain x Civilian. Civilian can sense other people's powers through auras but hides this ability. They are terrified of the most boring person at their office job, who hides the most powerful aura Civilian has ever felt.
Part one here
Part nine here
CW: Spicy! There is some heavy kissing in this snippet, as well as thoughts about having sex, though nothing sexual happens besides making out.
The next Saturday was the office Christmas party. Gloria, who had started wearing Christmas earrings the day after Halloween, had volunteered to help decorate and organize the whole thing. She talked of nothing else all week; the only relief Civilian ever got from it was their daily lunch dates.
“Are you sure we have to go?” Civilian asked for the upteenth time that Friday lunch.
“And deny Gloria the sight of us in our matching couples Christmas sweaters?”
Civilian’s stomach dropped. “You did not. You fucking did not.”
Jonathan only grinned and sipped his drink.
“I swear to God, Jonathan, if you bought one you will have to force me to put it on.”
Something in his eyes darkened, a heated, predatory glint. “That could be arranged.”
That statement should not send a fluttery swoop of desire in Civilian’s gut, but it did. Jesus, what was wrong with them?
“I guess you will have to find out tomorrow,” he said, eyes softening with his smile.
Truth be told, Civilian didn’t know if they wanted him to bring one or not.
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The party was held in one of the giant conference rooms at a nearby hotel. Strings of lights hung from the drop tiles and at least five uniquely decorated trees stood in various corners. There was a bar and each party-goer had three free drink tickets. Civilian ended up giving two of theirs to another coworker and keeping one for a soda themselves.
Being inebriated around Jonathan would be a colossally stupid idea and not just because he was untrustworthy. He had shown up in a sharp, well cut suit that veered wildly from the bland white dress shirts and khakis he wore to work every day. The sight of him forced Civilian to admit that swirled among the complicated cocktail of their thoughts about Jonathan was an incredibly stupid, incredibly strong attraction.
They did not trust what would come out of their mouth if they lost their tightly reigned filter.
Maybe he should have bought those ugly Christmas sweaters.
Gloria’s eyes lit up when she saw the two of them walk in. “Oh my God, look at you! You two are such a striking couple, I simply have to get some photos for the company website.”
A brief look of panic crossed Jonathan’s face before he smoothed it over.
“No thank you, Gloria,” he said. Her hand jerked to a stop in an aborted movement toward her purse. “Civilian is very camera shy, it makes them incredibly uncomfortable.”
Gloria’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, probably at the realization that she couldn’t move her hand. Civilian’s gaze darted between her and Jonathan. For someone who wanted to remain hidden, he really played fast and loose with his power.
“We will send you some selfies if we take them,” Jonathan added.
Gloria’s hand drifted back to her side, free once again. She mustered up a smile, but Civilian could tell something had disquieted her. “Oh yes, please do.”
Jonathan gave her a winning smile. “The place looks beautiful; you have really outdone yourself. Have you thought about going into professional decorating?”
Civilian fought an eye-roll at this obvious manipulation, but Gloria ate it right up, gushing her thanks before waving them to the bar for their drinks.
“That bar didn’t come cheap you know!” she said, giving them a little push.
“Two hours,” muttered Civilian. “Two hours and then we are out.”
“You don’t like parties, Civilian?” Jonathan teased.
“I don’t like attention.”
“But you look so adorable.”
“Shut up.” They hoped in the dimmer lighting that Jonathan couldn’t see the blush.
Truth be told, Civilian might not have lasted twenty minutes if Jonathan hadn’t been with them, his ability to smooth over any awkward small talk like a superpower by itself. He knew more about these coworkers than they did, despite only working with them a fraction of a time.
The warmth of his hand remained a constant presence on the small of their back, and sometimes his voice would whisper in their ear some scathingly funny remark about a coworker neither of them liked much.
There were worse ways two hours but Civilian was ecstatic when ten pm came and they could go home.
Gloria caught them in the doorway, wishing them a Merry Christmas, thanking them for coming, as if this had been a personal party at her home. And then her eyes drifted up and whatever innocence in her goodbyes evaporated as she grinned.
“Oh, lookie up there! I forgot I put that there!”
Their gaze jerked upward to find a small green branch hanging from the doorway with a bright red ribbon. They bit back a groan. Of fucking course.
They instinctively jerked back, only to find that Jonathan affixed their feet to the floor. Of course — it would look bad for their relationship to recoil from a kiss. Jonathan looked down, gaze heavy with a silent question.
Civilian gave him an infinitesimal nod of their head, hardly daring to believe it. One of his fingers traces feather light across their cheek, brushing away their hair. Anticipation swooped dizzyingly in their stomach as he tipped their chin up lightly with two fingers.
Then he turned their face to the side, leaning in for a cheek kiss — chaste and professional but intimate enough to soothe their audience.
Civilian could come up with a hundred excuses for what they did next, but the simple reason was they just wanted to.
So Civilian closed their eyes and turned their face back to him at the last second. His lips land softly upon theirs. His fingers flinched and tightened against their cheek, frozen for a moment, and Civilian used this opportunity to press an unmistakably intentional kiss back.
Jonathan jerked back, and for a second Civilian got to revel in the sight of his wide, confused eyes and the barest hint of a blush on his cheeks before he slid his bland mask back on.
Someone whooped drunkenly behind them and Jonathan released Civilian’s face from his grip as if he had been burned.
A better person would have felt guilty.
Their mind made a half hearted gesture of guilt, but it was easy to ignore. One little kiss barely registered on the scale of fucked up things when weighed against this whole hostage/dating situation Jonathan has stuck them in. And honestly, he deserved to know what it felt like to be out of control, at the mercy of someone else’s actions. Even if it was over something as small as a kiss.
Jonathan walked them dutifully to their car in the parking garage, his hand absent from the small of their back. Even in their triumph, Civilian missed the heat of it.
He hovered behind them as Civilian gathered their keys. Unable to resist such sweet revenge for that first night, they turned back around and grinned cheekily at him.
“What — no goodnight kiss?”
Another shocked look crossed his face. God, Civilian could dine on that forever. Their grin widened and they opened their mouth to back track --
The next second, Jonathan had them pressed against the car door, mouth latched hungrily to theirs. Civilian hesitated only a second as they processed their shock before they returned it just as intensely. This was nothing like the mistletoe kiss. There was nothing chaste or soft about it. His hands gripped the side of their face, fingers twisting into their hair. His tongue licked into their mouth, thoroughly, like he was savoring the taste of them. The cold steel car seeped into their back and the bright heat of Jonathan’s body pressed against their front.
His teeth tugged at their lower lip before they moved to their jaw, dragging a fiery trail down their jawline to suck at the delicate skin below their ear. A full body shudder gripped Civilian, an obscene moan tore through their throat.
Heady, desperate desire exploded in their thoughts like a smoke bomb, suffocating any rationality in favor of pure need. But before their hands could wander down and do something irrevocably stupid, Jonathan pulled away with a sudden jerk, panting heavily.
They stare at each for one electric moment, his eyes nearly black with want, before he leans back in and presses his forehead to Civilian’s temple. His breath pants against their ear, sending little shock waves of goosebumps down their arm.
They closed their eyes and tried to remember that day on the mountain, the feeling of their heart slowing and skyrocketing, the gut wrench fear that had followed for days afterward. Instead they could only think of all the times Jonathan held their hand, or whispered in their ear, I delight in your delight, and a hideous tye-dyed frog plushie.
“The road this leads down is very dangerous,” he breathes.
“I know,” they whispered. “I still want it. Don’t you?”
He groaned so deeply that Civilian felt it in their chest, his fingers pressing against the back of their head.
“I want nothing more than to eat you alive,” he said.
“I hope that’s a metaphor,” Civilian joked, despite the bright jolt of desire those words sent deep in their gut.
He chuckled darkly before stepping away. Even under the dim streetlamps, Civilian could see the red flush that worked all the way from his collarbone to the tip of his ear. “If I were a bastard, I would give you exactly what you wanted. Unfortunately for you, tonight I remain a gentleman.”
Disappointment clenched in their gut, even though they know it’s the smart decision.
“When have you ever been a gentleman?” they whined anyway.
His eyes flashed with another predatory look. “You have no idea how many times I’ve been a gentleman.”
He picked up their hand and pressed a warm, lingering kiss against their knuckles.
“Goodnight, Civilian,” he bid them with a wink. “Sweet dreams.”
This time he did not wait for Civilian to get into their car before walking, perhaps as a way to save his tattering self control. Civilian climbed into their car and took a minute to press their forehead to their steering wheel and take several deep, calming breaths before starting the drive home.
It was the last time they saw Jonathan for a long, long time.
By Monday morning he was gone.
Part 11 -- The End
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#hero x villain#villain x civilian#enemies to lovers#this one has some spice in it#my writing#mutually assured destruction
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Insufferable Arsehole Part 11: (When In Rome) I'd Rather Jump In Your Bones
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A/n: sorry for the long wait, but here is the next part, I still love this series and will be continuing it until I think it comes to a natural close so I hope you continue to enjoy it :) love Lou
Warning: smut, minors DNI
She slips the black silk dress over her figure, pulling it down until the bottom rested against the middle of her thighs. She slipped on her black heels, something she didn't wear too often.
Matty was taking her to a restaurant somewhere unknown to her, he had simply told her that he'd have to drive them, and the thought of him behind the wheel of the car he had rented out this morning, has her mind spiraling. She finds the gold 'M' necklace she took off to shower, attempting to clasp it around her neck, sighing frustratingly when she failed to do so.
"Matty!" She calls out, looking at herself in the mirror to ensure she was happy with the way she looked. Her hair was down and curled, her make up was light, she hardly wore anything for the Italian sun gave her a natural flush and glow.
"Babe!!" She calls out when he doesn't appear.
"Coming love" he says, stepping into the bedroom not a second later, a white towel wrapped around his waist, as he ran another one through his hair, trying to dry it. The towel halts in his hair as his eyes land on her figure.
"Jesus" he says, making her turn around to see him. Her breath catches, mimicking his as she takes in his appearance, fresh out of the shower, a few stray water droplets coating his skin, his tattooes glistening as the muscles of his chest and abdomen constricted.
She swallows and snaps herself out of it, Matty still trying to do the same.
"Can you do this up for me please?" She asks, turning around and revealing the clasp of her necklace. The man walks towards her, standing directly behind her, his front nearly flushed against her back.
"Yeah I can do that..." He says, gripping the clasp with shaky fingers. His eyes find hers in the mirror, watching as her mouth fell open slightly as his fingers grazed her neck. He clasps the necklace, drifting his fingertips down her neck until they're resting against her waist. He doesn't break eye contact with her as he lowers his mouth to the exposed skin of her shoulder, following up until he's kissing her neck.
She slightly gasps as he kisses her neck, mumbling a "you look so beautiful my love" his lips drifting along her neck to the skin of her ear.
"So fucking beautiful" he says, grasping her waist tightly and pulling her back to him. She feels him heavy and hard against her bottom, making her gasp as he grunts. She can't help but push back against him, feeling what she did to him.
"Feel that love?" He says, watching her in the mirror as she nods "feel what you do to me"
"Matty" she moans. He spins her round quickly, smearing his mouth to hers, tongues immediately meeting in a passionate fight. She tugs at his hair as he grasps her chin, one finger resting against her cheek, gently soothing over the skin, a complete contrast to how rapidly his tongue moved against hers.
"You need to get changed" she says, hands smoothing down his chest, feeling the muscles constrict. Her fingertips graze the "v" at the base of his abdomen, feeling tempted to kneel down and run her tongue along them. Despite her words her hand cups his erection through the towel before tugging at it, letting it fall. The pair break away from each other, looking between them at where Matty stood proud.
"fuck" she says, biting her bottom lip, just the sight of him had her clenching. The singular word falling from her lips stroked his ego and he can't help but smirk to himself, knowing what he did to her.
"God I need you... Always need you" he says eyes snapping to hers again.
She's quickly pushing against his shoulders until he falls against the bed. She quickly straddles him, holding him by the base as she teases herself with the tip of him.
"Of course you're not wearing underwear... Fuck" he moans out, her hand smearing the precum that bubbles over his tip along his shaft. She moans as she continues to massage her clit with his head.
"Thought you wanted me to get changed" his hands clamp around her waist as she finally lowers herself onto him.
"Fuck" his eyes snap to where she's taking him, the both of them moaning loudly when he bottoms out.
"Oh fuck Matty. You're so deep" she holds herself still, clenching around him as she feels how deep he is. He was flush against her gspot, making her mouth hang open, already blissed out.
"Fuck you're perfect. Look so fucking good like this" he smears his lips against her neck again, trying not to thrust upwards as she rolls her hips against him.
She raises her hips experimentally, a breathy sigh and a high pitch moan falling from her mouth all at once when she lowers herself back down.
Matty takes handfuls of her arse, rolling her towards him as she continues bouncing on top of him.
"oh fuck Matty" she moans, head falling into the crook of his neck. Her legs already feel like jelly and her pace falters as the tip of him massages her gspot with every stroke. Matty takes over, hips snapping up into her relentlessly. He grunts as she clenches around him, sending his mind into overdrive. His hand drifts from her waist to her abdomen, pressing against her flesh.
"Fuck darling... Oh fuckkkk" his moan is drawn out and his hips stutter "I'm going to cum" he says and she nods into his neck, letting him know she was close too.
"Cum for me" she moans into his ear. His body obeys her words, hips stuttering, thrusting into her once more before he spills inside her. She joins him a second later, body spasming before she falls slack against him, nails racking down his back as she calls out his name.
"I love you..." He murmurs, breathing heavily, his head falling backwards with every word 'so much" he says.
"I love you too" she says, pulling back to look at the blissed out man. She can feel his juices spilling from her and her eyes snap down to meet the sight. Mattys eyes follow and he moans, she feels him twitch inside her and she smirks.
"Fucking coating me love" he says, the mix of them, dripping down onto the base of his cock, coating her thighs as she raises her hips up, his member slipping out.
She stands from him and he groans, not wanting her to leave, but he's instantly silenced when she falls to her knees, her hand grasping the base of his softening cock, coated in their juices.
He feels himself start to harden again as she grasps him, her tongue lapping up the mixture of them. The speed in which he becomes rock hard is unfathomable and suddenly he's heavy when she takes him into her mouth. His hand grasps her hair as he grunts.
"oh fuck... Shit you're an angel" he says as she deep throats him, he finds himself tugging on the hair that she styled and he instantly apolgises. She pulls back from him, shaking her head, encouraging him to tug, to do as he pleases.
"Use me" she says as her tongue runs along the head of him again, collecting the new formation of precum.
"Baby... No" he shakes his head and she pouts.
"Please..." She begs, mouth wrapping around him again, bopping up and down a few times and sucking him to try and convince him.
"Shit" his hand tightens in her hair and his hips rise from the bed just a little, forcing himself further into her mouth.
He grunts, groans and whines as his hips begin moving in a regular pattern, backwards and forwards, slowly at first. Until he hears her moan, a sound that faintly sounds like his name and suddenly his hips are thrusting harshly into her mouth, his cock moving further into her warm mouth until he's practically diving down her throat, causing her to gag and moan around him.
Her eyes glisten as she looks up at him, her hands are firmly clasped around his bare calves and he can't help but moan her name loudly.
"I fucking love you" he says, unable to help but express his love for her.
"oh shit, you're going to make me cum" he says making her moan around him. His hips snap forwards again, drawing tears from her eyes when he hits the back of her throat again.
The pain is delicious, when it's him giving it to her, when it's him hitting the back of her throat, when it's him grunting above her and calling out her name like it's the only word he knows, when it's him twitching and spilling down her throat.
He cums fast and lots, she attempts to swallow every drop, some spilling from her mouth and dribbling down her chin. His thumb collects the overspill and she pulls him out of her mouth, wrapping her lips around his thumb instead, sucking off the last bits of him.
"mmm" she moans, eyes fluttering. he shakes his head, laughing at the whole ordeal
"How the fuck did I manage to get you" he says, pulling her up towards him, smearing their lips and tongues against one another.
"I'm so fucking lucky' he murmurs against her mouth, pulling away when his smile becomes to big for the kiss to continue.
"Let's get you cleaned up yeah?" He says, she nods.
"Sorry I ruined your make up .. and your hair. Still look so beautiful" he says and she laughs, shaking her head.
"You can ruin me any day" she jokes, making them both laugh now.
"Seriously Lou... I love you so much"
"I love you too Matty..."
"How about we have a shower... And forget about that meal... Can order some food here"
"Matty.... We're in Italy... And so far we haven't seen much of it"
"Don't need to... I've got you"
"It's supposed to be very pretty"
"Not as pretty as you my love"
"I was looking forward to you driving us somewhere" she says and an idea immediately pops in his mind.
"Okay, how about this... We get you showered, and then I drive us to the beach" she likes the idea of that, toes buried in the sand, hands intertwined, her hair blowing freely and the sea salt air making his curls go crazy. Watching the sunset with the love of her life as he told her how much he loved her. A smile breaks out on her face and she nods, he leans down to place an agreeing kiss to her lips.
She quickly showers, removing all the makeup, throwing her hair into a quick plait, not bothering to dry it. She walks into their bedroom, seeing Matty dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up his forearms, ending at his elbow.
"You look nice" she compliments him, retrieving a white summer dress from the wardrobe, turning to him as he smiles at her. She places it down on their bed, finding a pair of underwear and slipping them on, dropping her robe as she does.
He can't help but stare, eyes raking down her body, clad in a tiny pair of white lace underwear, her chest exposed. His eyes weren't filled with lust but an intense and true fond look covered his features.
"You're so unbelievably beautiful" he says, making a deep crimson coat her cheeks. She picks up her dress tugging it over her head and letting it fall down her hips, gently pulling at the bottom until it layed straight. She turns around, her back facing him, silently asking him to do it up.
His fingertips caress the skin of her back as he does the zip up, pressing a kiss in-between her shoulder blades before the zip passes it, leaving one last kiss on her shoulder before it fully closes.
"Ready?" He asks and she turns and she nods, leaning up to peck at his lips.
Her hands land on his chest, smoothing against the fabric until they're resting against his shoulders.
"Very handsome" she says, making him smile and place another kiss to her lips.
They leave their villa, the car Mattys hired sitting out the front, the roof is already down and Matty rounds her side of the door, opening it and allowing her to get in, leaning down to peck her lips before jokingly sliding across the front of the car. It had her throwing her head back in a laugh, a look of pure love and adoration coming from her when he's finally seated and looking at her.
They begin driving, him with one hand on the steering wheel, one hand clamped over her thigh, her with her head leant back, her hair drifting in the wind. He has to will himself to not look at her too long, to focus on the road, but it's hard, unbelievably so when she's looking so god damn perfect.
"You're beautiful my darling...an angel.... My angel" he murmurs and one point and she takes his hand in hers, bringing to her lips and kissing the skin..
"I love you" she says against his hand, lips lightly pressing against her initial that's tattooed on his skin.
"I love you more"
They park up a little while away from the beach, walking hand in hand, each of them holding their shoes in the unoccupied hand until their toes are buried in the sand. It's still slightly warm and she smiles at the feeling.
She stops, and drops her shoes to the ground, taking in the breathtaking view in front of her. The seas calmly lapped at the shore, the sunset, beautiful hews of orange and pink and blue, smiling at them.
His eyes never leave her though, her with her mouth slightly agape, eyes sparkling, taking in the beauty in front of her. But she was more beautiful.
"It's so beautiful" she says, grasping his hand tightly.
"It really is" he says, it's cliche, him talking about her whilst she's talking about something else that's beautiful. But he doesn't care. He doesn't care if he was a cliche with her. Their love was far better than all of that.
They eventually sit down on the sand, Matty behind her, her in-between his legs, his lips moving gently across her shoulder, kissing the tanned skin.
"I can see us getting married somewhere like this someday" he admits and she turns slightly in his embrace to see if he's being serious. He is, deadly serious.
"Just you in a beautiful dress, taking my breath away like usual... And the boys would be there of course. And a few of our close family members' he says and she smiles back at him.
"Although the thought of just running away with you and getting married just the two of us sounds awfully appealing" he admits and she smiles again.
"I love you so much Matthew Timothy Healy" she admits, her toothy smile meeting his until their lips are closing against each other.
"I love you more my pretty girl... So much more"
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