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[reiderwriter]

Smutty part two of the hand to hand combat fic plz

A/N: Your wish is my command! I think a lot of people were frustrated at where I left the first part off lol, so here's a special treat for everyone who lowkey hated me after that lmao. Enjoy! 18+ MINORS DNI Also it is a crime that there aren't more gifs of Spencer wet, I have used most of them ㅠㅠ

You can read the first part here!

Warnings: shower sex, fingering, suggestive washing idk, Intercrural sex (he fucks the gap between her thighs for a while), no contraception, PinV sex, slight cum play? I guess?

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As you washed off the day's sweat, standing in the shower rooms of the FBI gym, you cursed the gods above for making you such a coward. 

If you'd been bolder during your sparring session with Spencer, you could've ended the day in a much more pleasurable way, or you'd at least have the memory of whatever you'd do to aid your fantasies. You thought back to your humbling defeats of earlier that day. You really thought you could get the upper hand on Reid in at least one of your rounds, but no. He’d got the jump on you all three times, leaving you squirming under his touch on the mat as he enjoyed his defeats. 

The second-round had been close, having the initial upper-hand being in the assailant role, but he’d used his extra height to throw you off balance, pinning you to the ground from behind, his hands trapping yours against your lower back. You’d blushed at the compromising position, your ass raised suggestively, his bodyweight pushed on top of yours, crotch to your centre, as you tried stay calm despite the very thin materials of both of your work out gears that separated you. 

Not that you were complaining about the extra contact, but you weren’t beneath using it as an excuse for your loss. In your final round, he’d let you think you hand the upper hand for a second, teasing you about enjoying the view from your place above him, straddling his waist as you pinned him down. By that point, you were beyond horny, reaching near orgasmic levers of desperation to feel him push up into you, and he’d let you enjoy the feeling of your core grinding into him for a few minutes. Just long enough that no one else would notice that your movements weren’t simply struggles to keep him pinned. Then, he’d gone and ruined it by thrusting his hips up quickly and using the momentum and your shock to buck you off to the side, returning you to your earlier pinned pose. Despite the losses, you couldn’t really find much else to complain about other than the fact that you hadn’t kissed him right then and there, having not thrown caution to the wind. 

With each pulse of water from the shower head, you tried to clear your head, but he'd consumed your thoughts. You didn't think you wanted him this badly, but apparently one touch was all it took for you to become aware of the desire you had for him. You let your own hands trail between your legs as you decided to deal with your bodies pent up frustrations.

The door to the bathroom opened, though, just when you were about to get going and you had to pull your hand away as you called out to your new friend. 

"Pen? That you? God I'm so fucking sweaty from that work out." You laughed a little as you greeted her, but the other person didn't make any other noises, stopping dead in their tracks. 

"Y/N?" Somehow your blood ran cold as your body heated up. 

"Spencer? What are you…?" You whipped your head around to get a look at him over the glass shower stall door, pulling your hands over your chest, reflexively. 

"Morgan said the men's showers were broken, and he was heading home to shower. But I can't sit for that long on the subway without getting rid of all this sweat. He said there'd be no one else in here since we stayed so late…. I can… I can leave if you need me to?" 

"No! No, it's okay, it's not like we're using the same shower or anything, and I don't want you to feel so… Uncomfortable." 

He thanked you, then slipped into a stall a three away from your own, as you tried your best not to watch the flex of his arms as he firmly gripped his towel around himself. 

Turning back to your own shower, you decided you needed to speed it up, actually get on with it so you could escape this awkward, tempting situation. You were almost sure this was some kind of divine punishment. You lathered up your hair and began to massage your head when the water suddenly ran so cold it burned. 

"Ah, shit," you whimpered out as you ran from the water as quickly as possible. 

"Um, Spencer?" 

"Y-Yeah," he responded, having heard your moans and immediately perked his head up. 

"Your shower stall, it's the second from the door right?" 

"Yeah, why?" 

"Shit, I should've mentioned something," you ran a hand through your hair as you turned off your shower. "That one doesn't work too well, when you use hot water in that one for some reason, it makes the rest of these showers run cold for the rest of the day." 

"Oh, I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't realise." 

"No, it's good, I guess it's just cold shower time for me now." You sighed in a huff of annoyance, and turned your shower back on. 

"Do you… Do you want to come and use this one? My water's still hot and the cold water really won't be good for relaxing your muscles after all that work." 

"With you?" Your eyes meet his over the walls of your shower stall and you try not to sound too eager. Maybe this could be your chance after being such an idiot earlier. 

"Yeah, I guess. I still need to, you know, wash up?" 

You nodded at him then, and began collecting your things, your towels in your hands covering your sensitive areas, but only just as you stepped into his space.

He pressed himself against one of the walls as you entered, doing his best to cover his cock with his hands, but failing pretty miserably. You shot a single look down there, hoping he didn't notice. He was hard, and God did you want to help him out. 

But unsure of how to broach the topic, you ignored it and put your things down, before turning in to face the shower. A little sign of contentment fell over you as you felt the heat against your skin again, body relaxing as you began washing off your hair once again. 

You felt him move until he was a shadow at your back, close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin. 

"Y/N, let me help you clean your back. I don't want you to flare up that arm injury, and you're not reaching that well." 

"What?" Ill advisedly, you turn to face him. His eyes trail over your body, landing on the swell of your chest as you stand only millimeters from touching. Gently dragging his eyes back up, he repeats his plea, and turns you around, grabbing your body wash.

"Trust me, I'll help." But you know this isn't going to do any good easing the tension in your body, his hands on you being as distracting as they were. You almost jusmo a little when his bare hands finally come down on your waist. 

"S-Spencer I have a loofah!" You almost moan out as he begins to rub circles into your skin with his fingers spread. He's closer now, and with his hands out of the way. You can feel his cock, bare against your ass, twitching as you realise he's getting a lot of pleasure out of this. 

"Do you know how much bacteria can live on one of those things? You wanted to get clean, right?" It's all you can do not to buck back into him as he releases the words, hands coming up to your shoulders as he works his strength into your skin. His hands feel so good against you, that you barely notice them slipping around your front, as he begins to work on the plains of your stomach as well.

You throw your head back against his chest in pleasure as he slips higher and higher, hands eventually cupping your breasts as he slowly lathers them up, taking his time to feel every single inch of your skin. You whimper in your pleasure, and you hear his heavy breathing similarly pick up. 

"Spencer…" You don't know what your words are asking, begging for, but it's clear he does, as his hands spread. One goes up to your neck, wrapping around you tightly as you gasp out a breath, the other washing hanging in the air as he rids it of soap before trailing down between your legs. 

His fingers find your clit and you whimper. 

"That's it baby, I'm just gonna help you get clean, okay? Gonna make you feel good, too." You nod at his words, giving him the silent confirmation he needs to press his cock in between your thighs and start rubbing it up against you, not yet pushing it in. You're pushing your ass back into him now as he starts to fuck the folds of your sweet cunt, writhing in pleasure everytime his tip catches on your hole, pleasure rolling off your tongue in waves. 

His hand on your neck keeps you from gaining volume, keeping you grounded as he gets you close to that euphoric bliss. You're desperate to actually feel him inside you though, squirming in the hopes that one of his thrusts will accidentally land on target. 

"Spencer, please…" You know what you want now, and you're desperate for him to listen, as you turn your head to the side, grabbing the back of his own as you pull him down for a sloppy kiss. His hips still as he falls into the kiss, tongue dragging over your lips and begging for entrance. His hand stays on your clit though, and within a few more rubs you feel yourself twitch in his arms, fully held up by his hand on your neck. 

"Spencer, please, need you…" 

"Are you sure, Y/N? This is still a public bathroom, and I don't want you to think you have to do anything just bec-" You cut him off with another kiss, and that's all he needs before he's pressing you back into the shower stall, wrapping your legs around his hips and pushing his cock inside of you. 

You pulled his lips down to yours again and again, desperate to taste him, shower abandoned behind you. His pace picked up and soon he was slamming into you, with the full force of his body, the weight that had earlier been used to pin you down now being used to pleasure you to the fullest. 

He pressed his forehead against yours, letting his eyes fall to the place where your two bodies met, his grunts filling the space as you tried your best to bite your tongue. You knew that if you let yourself be as loud as you could've been in that moment, someone would definitely notice. 

"Just like that, Spencer, fuck, just like that." Your hips bucked wildly against his as he pulled your other leg up and around him, holding you fully off the ground as he continued his movements. 

You gripped his back, letting your nails find any purchase they could, dragging scratches down his skin, marking him as yours. You didn't feel so bad about the pain you must've been dealing him though, not when his hands were leaving red handprints on your hips from his tight grip, the sharp discomfort only fuelling your passion. 

"Spence, I'm… Fuck I'm close." Your head slumped into his neck. 

"Cum for my, Y/N, need to feel you clench around my cock." He grunted, and somehow your body listened to his demands perfectly, spilling over the edge with his next thrust. 

He moaned out quickly, lowering your legs to the floor, still holding you up, as he pulled out and stroked his cock a few more times. His white release painted both of your stomachs with his climax, and you fell against each other in your bliss, trying to both gain back your normal heart rate and calm your breath. 

"Spencer, I think we need to get back in the shower," you smiled up at him, and dragged him back over to it as he flushed, not finding the words needed to apologise for his mess. 

You pulled him in for a kiss under the water and mentally thanked Morgan for putting you through hell that day. He pulled away from you to attempt to talk, but you didn't want to let him. 

"You know," he started, but you tried to shut him up again, wanting desperately to feel his lips right back on yours. 

"Y/N, please," he laughed pulling your head away from him as you whined out childishly. 

"You know, Morgan was lying about us needing to do this physical thing." Your eyes bulged at the confession, as you tried to stammer out a reply. 

"What? I… What?" 

"He pulled the same act a year or so ago, too. Y/N, Penelope is never in the field, she doesn't have to do physical training, and we both have enough case hours to cover any further requirements." 

"So he… ThatThat son of a bitch." You muttered angrily to yourself as he ran a hand through your still damp hair, smiling down on you peacefully. 

"Wait, Spencer… If you knew that he was making this whole thing up, why did you go along with it?" 

"Needed an excuse." He pulled you in for another kiss, this one slow and languid, as you felt him twitch to life again at your thigh. 

"An excuse for what?" You moaned out as his lips trailed down your neck, leaving behind a trail of love bites you were sure would bloom into purple bruises, just another decoration for your neck alongside his handprint. 

"An excuse to touch you. You're very good at following professional boundaries, you know?" You laughed at him once more and let him pull you close into him again. It took you an extra hour to shower that day, but it was worth every second. 

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[hellsburners]

feel the rush

summary: you come home to a needy roommate pairing: peter parker x male reader word count: 1.2k warnings: 18+ warning, s3x pollen, blowj0bs, handj0bs, implied fwb a/n: i got this as a request so i hope anon liked it <3

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You came home to the sound of grunting. Your roommate, Peter, was hunched on your couch covered in a thick blanket shaking and groaning. He was still wearing his suit, his hair all wet and tousled. “Peter, what’s wrong?’ you inched closer. He shuddered from the sudden touch.

“‘Not feeling well,” he said.

“Are you hurt?” you touched his forehead with the back of your hand. He was having an intense fever, sweat dripping from his temples. “Jesus you’re hot.”

“Was—this pumpkin bomb the goblin used,” he said, his voice shaking and hoarse. “This weird powder came out of it.”

“I’ll make you some tea, let’s get you to the kitchen,” you tried to help him stand up but Peter refused. “What’s wrong?” he shook his head, and you pleaded to him that he needed the tea. You took his arm around your neck and pulled him up. 

Peter’s body was still hunched over as he stood. He groaned from a sudden pain. Shit, he utters. You look down to where his eyes were focused on, his crotch. There was an obvious tent in his center, the fabric of his suit was wet near the tip of his cock. Peter tried to hide it with the blanket but you already saw. The two of you paused for a bit, taking in what just happened.

Oh. 

“It won’t go away,” he cries. 

You let him sit back on the sofa, the tent still erect. “I’ll—go get the tea.” 

You came back a few minutes later with the tea, still steaming from the kettle. He blows on the cup and takes a sip. Peter winces, the tea did nothing, his temperature was still high and the thing was still a problem. 

“Maybe you should get a really cold shower, that helps right?” you said. Peter sinks his head in his palms and screams into the blanket. “You know what, maybe you should undress, you know—since it looks like it's hurting down there.”

Peter stands, the blanket falling on the couch. You help him with the zipper on his nape, quickly pulling it down to expose his scarred back. He pulls on the suit to remove it from his arms, the lean muscles contracting from the movement. He loses balance for a sec, your hands going immediately to his bare shoulders for support. A soft moan leaves his lips. 

“Sorry—,” he groans. You help him pull off the rest of the suit leaving him in his baby blue boxers. The front of the boxers was stained dark blue from his erection. “Can I take it off?” He gestures at the boxers. 

It’s not like you haven’t seen each other naked before, there was that one time you two hooked up but it was a long time ago and under different circumstances. Peter takes off his underwear and slumps on the sofa, his leaking cock pointing north. It was throbbing and the head a bright red. 

“It won’t go away,” his words dragged out. 

“Have you tried to, you know, do it?” 

“I tried to rub one out but nothing happened, you need to help me.”

“Help you?” your brows furrowed. He nods like a puppy, his brown eyes shining under the lights. 

“Like old times.”

“That was one night,” you said.

“One amazing night,” he jokingly laughs.

You flipped him off. You braced yourself, wiping your sweaty palms on your legs. “So what should we do?” you asked. 

“We could do a handjob first?” his voice was still shaking. 

You placed your hand on his leaking cock, it was warm and hard under your skin. Peter rests his arm on the back of the couch, his thighs wide apart as you start to jerk him off. He closes his eyes and draws his head back, a sigh of relief leaving his mouth. 

“Is that good?”

“Fuck, so good,” he moans. 

You continue to slide your hand across his length, and a few beads of precum fall in your hand producing lubrication. Peter lets out a loud cry as your wet hand reaches the sensitive head of his cock. 

“You can go faster,” he said. Your pace quickens, he lets out a moan, his lips glistening. You tighten the grip on his erection, especially when you reach his tip. He grips the back of your shirt. His legs tense, his face scrunches as if he were in pain. He let out a loud, fuck. 

“What’s wrong?”

“It didn’t work,” he said. His face went frown. You wanted to help him, he looked like he was in so much discomfort. 

“What if I give you a blow job?” you utter, your brain not even thinking of it before it left your lips.

His eyebrows raised at your suggestion. “You sure you’d want that?”

“Like you said. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before,” he laughs. 

You bent down where the tip of his cock was inches away from your lips. You press your lips to the tip, you taste the saltiness in his precum. His hand on your back snakes towards your nape, to your hair. He guides your head as you engulf his hardness, the girth filling your lips. 

Your saliva coats his cock making it slippery. You jerk his cock off while you suck on the tip. Peter lets out a drawn-out moan, his hands on your hair curling. Your mouth leaves his cock, you stand up. His brows raised in confusion. You knelt in between his legs, your hands kneading his muscular thighs. 

Peter looks at you with amusement as you take his cock back into your mouth, both of his hands guiding your face. “Can I fuck your—” You didn’t let him finish, you assumed the position, your mouth around his cock and your hands on your lap. 

He braced himself as fucked into your mouth. Using you as a means for release. He fucks into your throat with vigor as he lifts his hips from the couch. He bites his lip from the immense pleasure coursing through his body. Whatever the bomb had it amplified his senses tenfold. 

Your eyes start to well from the sheer force, your hands digging into your thighs. You look up to Peter through your lashes, his eyes closed and his face in ecstasy. He lets out a bunch of praises, on how good it feels and how close he was. 

You take the wheel from him, back to sucking on his cock practically worshiping it. Your tongue licking the sensitive frenulum. You hollow your cheeks and it edges Peter on more. Your hand continues to stroke him, another hand fondling his balls. 

“I’m so fucking close,” he whines. 

Peter’s hips started to thrust on your hand as his body started to convulse. He yells out as thick cum shoots at your face and your tongue, the warm liquid was bitter on your taste buds. You gulped, he was still riding his high, his face all red and his chest heaving. 

You two pause for a second, breathing hard from the intense exercise. Peter pulls you in for a kiss, he could taste his pleasure in your mouth. You moan as he takes you into his lap, his hands crawling under your shirt. 

“Your turn.” 

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[soft-mafia]

This has been in my head for a while. If you want Smut, how about where Buggy wished that he can be in the water (Beach) with his S/O for a "Hot Swim" but can't, because of his inability to swim. Until they hit an island with a secret natural hot-springs that Buggy and his S/O found; while the other crew mates were doing their business.

Since the hot river isn't salt water, Buggy can safely be in the water without going stiff and drown. Then things get... HOT.

Hot Swim [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, smut, skinny dipping, Buggy detaching his dick

a/n: OOOH this one is good teehee🤭 I feel like this was way too short😭

Buggy sighed as the Big Top passed by a beach, he looked at all of the young couples cuddling in the water. Damn, he grumbled to himself, what he wouldn’t give just to go swimming again.. just one more time.

He can’t even remember the last time he had a good swim, way back when he was a kid before Shanks made him eat that damn Devil Fruit. Buggy scowled and growled to himself.

Those damn kids.. they don’t know how good they have it, I couldn’t even set foot in water when I was their age!

“You ok, LoveBug?” Y/n came up next to Buggy, resting her hands and chin on his shoulder. The man sighed and hung his head low, “I’m fine.” He looked down at Y/n. “We’ll be at our stop in like.. 30 minutes?” She said, then looked up at him to meet his gaze, before looking back at the beach Buggy was looking at, seeing all of the people, “Wow are they throwing a party or something?”

“They’re some dumb kids being idiots, that’s what they’re doing!” Buggy snapped, grumbling with a bitter tone to his voice, “Look at them! Polluting these fine waters with their sweaty filthy bodies, blech!” He growled and detached an arm so he could throw an apple in the direction of the beach goers(obviously missing by a long shot, the apple made a loud *thunk* as it plopped into the water). He let out a gruff huff of air before turning and walking away, the coat he had draped on his shoulders swished dramatically as he turned.

Y/n tilted her head and gave Buggy a confused look, before slowly following after him. It wasn’t uncommon for Buggy to have his bitter outbursts, she couldn’t help but think it was kind of cute at times.

The Buggy Pirates were making another pit stop yet again, it made sense that they were always stocking up on food every few days considering Buggy could throw a celebration over a coin flip or something.. but that just meant more booze and food for the crew, and it’s Captain.

Buggy sighed as he stood and watched his crew, feeling extra grumpy as this island was unusually hot. He then felt tugging at his coat from behind. The man grunted and looked over his shoulder to see Y/n trying to be sneaky and steal his flashy jacket, “HEY!” He growled, holding the collars tightly to keep it on his shoulders, “Can you stop trying to steal my clothes for 5 seconds?! You don’t even need it!! It’s fucking scorching here!!”

“You don’t need it either!! You’re gonna get sweaty and smelly, I don’t wanna deal with that!” Y/n frowned at him, still tugging on his jacket, her knees buckling together as she worked against him.

Buggy detached his head and neck so he could face Y/n, looking down at her from high above(so he could have the allusion of towering over her, which was hard when he was just a head), “You just can’t handle a man’s natural scent huh?” He grunted, his eyes glanced over her form, and the way she was only dressed in a bikini top and tight fitting leggings; kind of appropriate for the hot weather, but as he looked over her some more he could feel the crotch of his pants getting tighter.

“Stop using your gender as an excuse to be gross!” Y/n continued to try and tug Buggy’s coat off.

Of course it was probably a million degrees in this place, but that just meant Buggy’s scent rubbed off on it more than usual; she was his girlfriend and she had rights to her boyfriend’s clothes; don’t judge.

Y/n lost her grip and screamed as she fell back, seemingly disappearing into the moss wall behind her.

Buggy let out a scream as well, watching the moss and vines basically swallow his girlfriend whole. His entire body detached, then reattached so that he was facing the right way before running in after her, “Y/N?!” He grunted when he ran into her back, he then paused, his hands on her shoulders from behind.

“What the hell is this place?” Buggy mumbled, squinting while looking past Y/n and at the scenery in front of him. It was just a small little pond.. with steam coming out of it, he furrowed his brows, grunting softly in confusion before he realized what he was looking at, “HOLY CRAP!! We found a hot spring!” He squeezed Y/n’s shoulders. “A hot spring? Eh.. too bad we’re devil fruit users.” Y/n shrugged, going to walk out until Buggy grabbed her again and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him.

“No! No! Hot springs aren’t sea water.. we’ll be perfectly fine!!” Buggy stated gleefully before slinging his coat to the side, already starting on stripping.

“You’re seriously gonna skinny dip? What if someone sees you?”

“We’re fine! This place is secluded enough, no one’s gonna find us out.. besides I don’t even remember the last time I had a dip in the water. If anything, I deserve this!” Buggy said, now completely nude, his fat cock hanging between his legs. Y/n tried her best not to look at it, but the sight of Buggy’s naked body right in front of her was making her blush, sure it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before, but still, that fluffy happy trail was oh so inviting.

Buggy looked over at Y/n with a soft grunt, “You’re not gonna join me? Come on, when’s the last time you’ve swam before?”

“I dunno.. I never really liked swimming in the first place so.. never?” Y/n shrugged. “WHAT?! Who the hell doesn’t like swimming?!” Buggy growled, his hands floating over to grab at Y/n’s arms, “First you tell me you don’t like meat, and now you’re telling me you’ve never swam before?! C’mon you’re killing me!!” Buggy whined as he walked into his hands, attaching them back at the wrist, gripping Y/n tighter.

“There’s no one here but us, baby! Besides, don’t knock it until you try it!” He was already working on taking Y/n’s top off, making her squeak as he pulled it over her head. “Ugghh.. fine..” Y/n grumbled, “I don’t even know how to swim in the first place.. do you even remember?” Y/n said, looking back at Buggy after she took her bottoms off.

Buggy put a hand on his chin and looked at the springs, “Of course I remember!! Jeez I know you tease me about being old but I’m not senile!” He scoffed at her, then roughly ruffled her hair before turning back towards the hot spring, stepping into it, both feet dunked in the water. “Damn I forgot how good water feels.” Buggy sighed, then looked back at Y/n, “Get your ass in here already!”

Y/n rolled her eyes, pulling her leggings down before stepping over to Buggy, now in only in that bikini top. She was a bit nervous about entering the water.. sure, Buggy was also a devil fruit user and he was fine, but that’s not what she was worried about, “Do I just step in?” She was afraid of slipping.

Buggy held his hand out for her to hold onto, “Yeah, c’mon.” He urged with a small grin, “Don’t tell me you’re scared of water!!” He cackled.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not. I just don’t wanna slip.” Y/n huffed, holding onto Buggy’s hand as she cautiously stepped into the water, then instantly clung to Buggy’s side.

After the man basked in the feeling of dipping his feet in water for the first time in a long time, he sat down, Y/n quickly following him. “I can’t believe you don’t like swimming, that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Buggy grunted, leaning back and resting his arms back, one of them wrapping around Y/n’s shoulders. “It’s just the idea of so many people seeing my body.. and then getting wet- and getting my hair wet!” Y/n snuggled into Buggy’s side, throwing her legs over his thigh under the water; she had to admit, the water felt nice; it wasn’t too hot or too cold.

“You and your hair, jeez.. but you shouldn’t feel so insecure about yourself y’know, you’re hot. I have no idea how you can’t see that.” Buggy snorted, his hand slowly made its way down her back, fingers walking down until he met the ties to her bikini top, then untied it, making Y/n squeak.

“C’mon baby..” Buggy chuckled, his voice low and deep, he tossed the top behind himself back onto the surface, “Like I said, it’s just us.” His other hand moved to hold the side of her thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth underneath the water, he leaned his face closer to hers, “I always wanted to fuck you like this.” He chuckled lowly.

Y/n batted her eyes softly for a moment, staring at Buggy’s lips before looking up into his eyes, his nose pressed against hers. Buggy licked his teeth and smirked, “Look at you, sweet little thing.” His voice was deep, gravelly and husky, she could smell the faint alcohol on his breath from his morning drink, it sent a chill through her body. Y/n moved to straddle his lap, the water swishing with her movements.

She threw her arms around his neck, tilting her head so she could press her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Buggy leaned his arms back, groaning softly as their lips molded against one another; his cock hardening between Y/n’s legs. Buggy laughed softly mid-kiss as he reached his hand down to guide his boner out from under the water, letting it stand proudly, resting it against Y/n’s pubis, tugging at the base a few times to earn a small drop of precum.

Y/n pulled away from the kiss and looked down, bringing one of her own hands down to gently circle her finger around the tip. Buggy let out a deep, guttural groan when she did that, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes as he let the sensations course through his body. Y/n giggled at his reaction, her other hand moving down to caress his chest, running her fingers through that thick, fluffy chest hair. “I hate it when you tease me.” Buggy grunted softly under his breath, tilting his head back forward to look at Y/n’s breasts, then look up at her through his brows.

“Aww, why not?” Y/n giggled, then leaned forward, moving her hips up a little so she could rub her pussy on his cock, “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” She whispered, her lips ghosted over his. Buggy growled under his breath, feeling arousal shoot through his abdomen and right up his cock, “Ghh..” he grunted.

He regained control over the situation, putting his hands on her hips and gripping firmly, holding her legs in place as he detached his penis, letting it float up into her pussy. Y/n’s back arched, gasping as she held onto Buggy’s shoulders. “I’m the captain here, remember that, princess.” Buggy grinned before thrusting his cock up and down into her.

Y/n moaned, softly bouncing on it as he thrusted, “B-Buggy..” she panted out, biting onto her knuckle to stifle her noises. Buggy moved one of his hands up to hold her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her skin, he let out a gravelly breath, “Ahhh that’s it, who’s your daddy?” He chuckled, licking his teeth before moving his hand back to spank her ass a few times, to which Buggy relished in Y/n’s squeaks and whimpers.

“Buggyy..” Y/n moaned softly, whimpering as she squeezed her eyes shut, Buggy rammed into her faster and deeper. He let out deep grunts and other man noises, his thigh muscles and abs tensed. Slapping noises could be heard from Buggy’s thrusting under the water, he closed his eyes shut when he felt his eyes roll back, he breathed out gruffly. Their moans and pants filled the area, the hot spring becoming more steamy as they got closer to their orgasm.

“M-More..” Y/n pleaded, looking up at Buggy with bedroom eyes, biting her bottom lip. She had her hands on his chest, leaning into him as his cock thrusted in and out at a rough and fast pace, almost sending mini shockwaves through her, “Mmmm..!!” She moaned, tilting her head back. Buggy gripped Y/n’s hips again and grunted as he picked up the speed, panting heavily, “Really making me work huh, cutie?” He laughed breathily through a groan, he clenched his jaw, growling deeply as his abdomen tightened.

They both moaned heavily as they came together, Buggy shooting his thick cum deep into Y/n’s pussy as it fluttered and clenched around his cock. “Ughh..” Buggy let out a pleasured groan, tilting his head back so far it accidentally fell off, he let out a short yell before quickly attaching it. He was absolutely winded, still panting heavily, “Damn..” he breathed out, then looked down at Y/n who was rested against his chest, still grinding her pussy on his cock as he reattached it.

“You’re still going aren’t you?” Buggy teased, cackling softly as he squeezed her sides, “Cute.” He moved his hand up her body to rub her back. Y/n giggled in response as she rode her orgasm out; but even after, the feeling of Buggy’s dick inside of her, stretching her out and filling her up, it was intoxicating; his cock was so fat. Buggy felt every clench and flutter of Y/n’s pussy, his shaft was sensitive enough as it was after cumming, he gripped her hips and slowly pulled her off, “Alright that’s enough! Shit.. humping me like a damn dog.” He muttered under his breath, watching as a small string of cum connected his tip to her pussy as he pulled her off.

Y/n pouted as Buggy leaned his arms back again, “Well, I’d say this was the best swim I’ve had in a long time!” He giggled, ruffling Y/n’s hair as she sat up. “The crew should be finished stocking up the ship.. you think we should start heading back?” Y/n said as she moved off of his lap, still sitting close beside of him. She looked down at the water, gently swirling the surface around with her finger.

Buggy gave Y/n a push, she squealed as she went chest first into the deep part of the hot spring, fortunately Buggy caught her as he followed in after, holding her upright, “They can wait! 'Didn’t just come in here to fuck you, I still wanna enjoy this for a bit.” He playfully splashed some water into Y/n’s face.

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[itsmealaiah]

"not exactly"

TW: making out, drunk kissing, profanity, mentions of homophobia, assigned male at birth reader, tongue-kissing, he/him pronouns, alcohol use

Request: Hear me out. Bill and an m!reader who are at an after party with the rest of the band, and are secretly just waiting to get drunk enough to where they can make out and blame it on the alcohol. And I mean like PASSIONATE making out, like bill is on reader’s lap and they’re just shoving their tongues down eachothers throats… BUT pictured get leaked and at a band interview the interviewer asks and they’re just like “uhm- uh- we were drunk.” LIKE NO SHIT Anyway, love the work💕

Rating: 18+, mature themes ahead.

WC: 0.7k

Pairing: bill kaulitz x m! reader

"Can I get a whiskey sour?"

You asked the bartender, three drinks lying by your arm on the bar as you felt a little buzzed, but other than that you were doing fine. You smiled as he made the drink and placed it in front of you, downing the alcohol within seconds, slamming it back down onto the counter.

You were at an after-party with the band, celebrating the end of another successful concert and another successful night. The place chosen, by tom of course, was a club with plenty of female entertainment. It didn't quite intrigue you though, your interests set...somewhere else.

A tall man with black hair and a sexy voice, to be more detailed.

You had loved him since day one, he was so kind and sweet to everyone, always treating the person he was with carefully with the utmost respect.

It made you head over heels for him, but you weren't sure if he reciprocated the feelings you had. He was so nice to you, but he tended to seem more interested in women than he was with yourself.

You didn't mind, until tonight, where he sat all alone, sipping on a drink while his brother was getting grinded on by some hooker, smiling drunkenly in pleasure.

You turned your barstool around and hopped off, making your way through the sweaty, dancing crowd over to him, and plopping down on the seat next to him, his eyes darting to you as you caressed his thigh. "hey billy"

you purred in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe as he blushed profusely. 'h-hi y/n" he stuttered nervously.

your hand drifted away from his thigh, going up to his semi-hard crotch and you began to rub it through his black jeans, grinning wickedly as you saw his body jerk and his eyes role backwards.

"how are you?" you asked, his lips wide open sluttily as his eyes closed from the pleasure. "g-good" he murmured, his cock now fully hard. "mm, that's nice to hear" you whispered sensually, palming his cock faster as he moaned.

you brought your lips to his, the softness meeting yours as you made out with him, still rubbing on his poor dick :(

he moaned into your mouth, allowing your tongue to slip in and roam around his mouth, pressing your lips further into his, wrapping your hand around his waist, holding him close

"haah" he struggled to keep up with the kisses, being too close to bliss to be bothered.

His release was fast approaching, his moans more desperate and throaty as your mouth left his, leaving a gentle kiss on his shoulder as you bit gently, causing him to cum in his pants as he shook.

"y-y/n" "yes billy?" "c-can we go back to your house?"

then yall fucked nastily 😝

The next day the five of you were seated at an interview, smiling as the fans cheered for tom and bill the most.

The interviewer greeted you all with a joyful face, and pulled the cards from the table, and asked you a few, concerning the band's next concert, where the next tour was going to be, and about tom's sex life.

After those questions, his gaze drifted to you, and you met his eyes with confusion. you weren't usually asked questions being the vocalist.

"so y/n, i heard you had a little fun last night" he winked to you and bill, and you flushed, immediately denying the statement as the rest of the band looked intrigued.

you laughed, trying to play it off. "i'm not sure what you're talking about" you attempted to lighten the air.

"are you sure?" the interviewer pressed. "can we pull up the pictures?" he asked and soon, the scenes of your escapade at the club were displayed for everyone.

you glanced over at them, and then at bill, who was hiding his face, his cheeks flushed dark red.

"do you know what i'm talking about now?"

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[pablitogavii]

Proving a point

Summary: You travel with your boyfriend to Valencia for one of his upcoming game, and Pablo shows distaste for one of the younger players that clearly has a crush on his girl.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: smut! smut! smut!

You came to Valencia to support your man in one of his important games not expecting to pick argument after argument due to his possessive nature.

In short, Pablo hated whenever you would get any attention that doesn't come from him. Especially if it was from any other players!

According to Gavi, one of the younger Barça players has a clear infatuation by you and wouldn't stop staring at you during the last training. And that was getting onto Pablo's last nerve!

"Meet you at the lockers, princesa" he said looking up at the stand where you sat smiling wide and nodding your head at him meanwhile the youngster was sitting behind you staring at his girl!

When you arrived to the lockers, you boyfriend was clearly pissed but that only added to how hot he looked right now...;)

"He keeps staring you down! It's pissing me off!" he said bitterly grabbing his bag from the lockers after the conclusion of the training.

"Pablo, you are exaggerating. And besides, I really don't care who is looking at me when you're the only one I'm looking at bebé.." you said walking closer to him to hug his waist while he was packing his sweaty kit leaving him shirtless and in his boxers.

"He's not just looking at you! He's picturing you naked riding his shrimp cock, I just know it!" Pablo's biceps flexed as he angrily threw his sneakers into the bag and you smirked at how hot your boyfriend looked when he is angry like this.

"Maybe I can ride my man's big cock right now, if that will make him feel better??? Hm Pablito?" you suggestively smirked moving in front of him and slowly touching his bulge..that boy was always hard and horny.

"Amor.." he groaned as you started touching him through his grey sweats when a loud group was heard outside the locker room signaling that the younger players returned for their own training session.

"Mierda! They are back early" you stopped stroking his crotch hearing the familiar voice of the youngsters outside your door including the one Pablo claims has a crush on you.

"Why are you stopping?" Pablo was smirking and you immediately knew what was running through his dirty mind, kind of turning you on but also making you embarrassed.

"They will hear us Pablo.." you answer seeing his smirk grow as his hands cupped your bum squeezing it roughly and making you whine as he sat down on the bench making you straddle his lap.

"Good!" he slapped your ass through your shorts before making you stand up and locking the door smirking more when he heard that the boy was right outside of the door.

"We have to be quiet.." you whisper and in that moment Pablo's hand wrapped around your throat as pinned you against the wall leaned closer while smirking mischievously putting his hand into your panties.

"You are going to scream for me...proudly..and show that stupid kid who you belong to! Understood princesa!?" his dominant side was so hot and it immediately made you obedient and excited.

"Yes..papi" you said knowing how that nickname get him going and he smirked not wasting a moment to fill you up completely in one swift motion making your eyes roll to the back of your head and a moan escape your lips.

Pablo knew your body so well that he knew how to drive you mad when he needed to hear you beg for him. He would pull out completely toying with your sensitive numb before suddenly pounding into you roughly making you forget all the letters of the alphabet.

Every time he would pound into you, screaming his name became the only thing you were capable of..and it was loud so everyone on that floor could hear your desperate cries.

"That's right! Make him hear you scream my name like a desperate whore begging to be fucked" Pablo's words only turned you on more making you clench around his cock as he pounded into you without mercy before completely pulling out again.

"No..p..please..I need more.." you were crying in desperation for being edged all this time but Pablo only found that amusing leaning in to kiss your tears away before devouring your lips while touch your clit tauntingly.

"Oh you need more? My girl so fucked out that she can't speak...tan preciosa..but I want to hear you...beg me" Pablo's hand stopped moving on your clit and you tried moving against it on your own but he pinned your hips against the wall leaving you with no friction to satisfy your pains.

"now..now..princesa..don't be a bad girl...take what I give you or I am going to punish you so bad you will have a reason to cry!" Pablo hated when you got grabby and tried to avoid being vocal about your needs because hearing you beg stroked his ego more than winning the world cup.

The group outside could clearly hear what was going on including the youngster who was angry and sad at the same time. Pablo refused to do anything until he hears you beg so when you stayed quiet he sat on the bench with you straddling his lap sitting on top of his hot cock in place and clench around nothing.

"Pablo..please..I need you" you leaned down to kiss your man's jaw to his neck down his chest before looking up with a pout on your face hoping he will show you some mercy.

"You need what from me princesa?" he was hard to crack and you whined feeling a little embarrassed but also very desperate for that thick cock to be back inside your tight pussy.

"I need you to fuck me! Please fuck me Pablo!" you were done being patient seeing your man's smirk grows as he raised you up a little and made you sit on his cock burying deep inside of you.

"All you had to do was ask, princesa...go ahead, ride my cock baby" Pablo moved a strand of your wet hair behind you ear before whispering dirty things as you moved on his cock finally feeling some pleasure.

You tried desperately to fuck yourself on his cock but it was nothing compared to his rough pounds that made your legs turn into jelly and your mind get cloudy.

All of the sudden you stopped moving hiding your embarrassed face in his neck..you can't make yourself cum..you need him to make you cum.

"Aww princesa..you need papi to take care of you huh?" Pablo smirked starting to moving against you and you immediately felt pleasure intensifying as he started to rub your clit as well.

"ah ah ah..yes..Pablo!" you were moaning loudly not giving a shit who heard you from how good Pablo was fucking you right now.

"Tell me you're mine and I will let you cum princesa!' Pablo groaned feeling you close to your edge from the way you were clenching around him like a vice.

You were scared he was going to pull out again so you screamed what he wanted to hear feeling that much more hot that everyone could hear it.

"I'm yours Pablo! Fuck! I'm all yours!" you chanted repeatedly while your orgasm washed over you followed by Pablo filling you up completely and both of you catching your breaths while still being collided.

When you finally got re-dressed, you fixed your hair in the messy bun about to unlock the door but Pablo stopped you grabbing your wrist and bringing you back to his arms.

"Arms up" he said and you obeyed seeing him carrying his worn jersey before putting it over your body before taking his bag, unlocking the door and walking out to meet the youngster's eyes specifically.

"I'll meet you at the doors mi vida" Pablo said kissing your lips in front of all of them and as you started to walk away flashing "GAVI" on your back made all the players stare.

"Sorry for the wait boys" (ofc he would) Pablo said as the guys started to walk in and he stopped the particular one from entering pulling him to the side.

"She is mine, niño ;)"Pablo winked cockily seeing the boys embarrassed face before leaving to meet with you satisfied that he proved his point ;))

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[lxstfathier]

Mean

Master! Luke Skywalker x Padawan! Reader

Summary: a simple lightsaber combat with master Luke turns into something else.

Warnings: soft dom Luke, oral sex (m! receiving), inappropriate use of the force, implied age-gap, established relationship (?).

A/N: a little late but here it is, the soft dom Luke fic requested by anon. i also used the padawan reader cuz some of y’all asked for more… and yes, i put that gif of Graham as Luke cuz he’s super hot too idc lmao. Hope you like this! 💗

It all started as something innocent. Just a simple lightsaber combat to train and have fun. Neither of you expected to end up all sweaty, high in adrenaline and with a sexual tension way too strong.

It’s almost unbearable. The only thing you want to do is go straight to your room, strip naked and rub your clit all night until you get rid of that annoying frustration.

But you’re really dumb if you think that master Luke is not hearing your thoughts. You’re being louder that usual, of course he can sense it easily, and those filthy fantasies of yours are enough to drive him wild.

So, before you decide to excuse yourself out of the situation, Luke uses the force to snatch your lightsaber from your hands, hiding the blade and letting the hilt hang from his belt, just like all those times where he punished you for misbehaving.

But you did nothing wrong this time! you’re being a good girl, why is he acting like that?. Both of you were enjoying the friendly combat, so that sudden change is difficult to understand. You don’t get it. You weren’t acting like a brat.

“On your knees” he demands. “Now”.

“W-what?”

“You heard me”

Of course he won’t repeat what he said, and you heard it clearly, so now you need to obey his commands, even if you think it’s unfair. Cause you know full well that, if you don’t do as he wants, your lightsaber will stay on his belt for a week and you’ll be forced to meditate instead of having fun with the other students.

Letting out a sigh, you get on your knees, right in front of Luke, immediately noticing the prominent bulge in his pants.

So that’s what has your master all moody and pent up? He needs your help to relieve some stress and frustration? oh, maker, he could have just asked instead of making you feel like brat.

However, you won’t deny him a little bit of pleasure, not when you’re also extremely horny and dripping wet between your thighs.

“Come on, pretty girl, you know what to do” Luke says, impatient to feel your touch, stepping closer until his crotch is almost rubbing against your face.

And of course you know, you’re no stranger to any of that, so you get to work, looking up at him with big doe eyes while running your hands up his thighs and abdomen, pushing the belt out of the way and moving his black robes aside.

Finally, when you pull down his pants and underwear, his hard cock springs out, swollen, leaking pre cum, and begging for attention.

You take his fat length in your hands, feeling how heavy it is, pumping it a few times before licking the pink tip, earning a soft moan from him that sounds like music to your ears.

But Luke is not in the mood for teasing, he wants more, so he bucks his hips forward, urging you to take him in your mouth. And you comply, doing exactly what he wants, sliding that big cock past your lips, inch by inch, until he’s buried all the way down to the base inside that pretty little mouth of yours.

Then you start moving, up and down in a steady pace, trying your best not to gag when he hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck yeah, just like that” Luke hisses, almost whimpering, grabbing a fistful of your hair to keep the rhythm.

A moan escapes from you, sending vibrations to his sensitive cock, and you can feel your slickness soaking your panties, practically humping the air, desperate for some friction.

You need attention too, and Luke knows it, so he uses the force to rub your clit in circular motions, torturously slow, sending waves of pleasure through your body, but not enough to make you cum, he wants to do that himself.

Tears fill your eyes when you take him as deep as you can, too lost in the moment to care about breathing, wanting nothing more than make him feel good.

And seeing you just like that, crying from the stimulation and his cock stuffed in your mouth, has Luke going absolutely crazy, on the verge of an orgasm.

He thrusts hard a few times, fucking your throat, soon finding his own release, a deep groan rumbling out of his chest as he spills inside your mouth, feeling him twitch while you milk him dry, making sure that not a single drop of his hot sticky seed is wasted.

Once he has rode out that euphoric sensation, you let his cock out of your mouth, finally catching a breath, cleaning the spit running down your lips and whining when he suddenly stops working on your clit.

For a moment you think that maybe he’ll leave you there, frustrated, and then go back to his duties as a jedi master. But what you don’t know is that he’s still hearing your thoughts, smirking at the fact that you’re so damn needy, and so so good for him, always willing to do anything.

“I’m not that mean, baby” Luke says, reaching down to put two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look directly at his pretty blue eyes. “Now lay down and spread those legs, cause i’m not done with you just yet…”

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[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

Soap x Reader You decide to reward Soap after finishing a set on the bench press.

NSFW 18+, Explicit, Shameless Smut, Porn w/out Plot, Semi-Public Sex, Gym Sex, Teasing, Fluff, Flirting, Cunnilengus, Blow-Jobs, Cowgirl, P in V, Might be a little tame, but still Graphic Description, no Y/N usage, sorry if this reads kind of cringe or shitty, I'll fix what I can as I come back to it! (ʃᵕ̩̩ ᵕ̩̩)

Word Count: 2.4k

OK, so I had an ex who used to take me to the gym with him on a private compound (he was a Ranger, mm good times (っ˘ڡ˘ς), and those gyms were always dead empty after like 5pm. So, I thought it'd be a perfect setting for something freaky. Enjoy!

But also disclaimer: This is a fake scenario I made up! (✿˵•́ ૩•̀˵)৴♡* Masterlink

"Can you spot me?"

Soap takes a seat at the bench press, having just added a fresh, new 100lbs set of weights to the barbell. He'd spent the last half-hour warming up with lighter weights; this time he felt pumped enough to push himself.

You set your dumbbells down beside you upon hearing Soap call for assistance. The two of you have been working out for well over two hours now, and your bodies were feeling sweaty and spent at this point. The showers were practically singing to you.

Any time you went to the gym with Soap, you left genuinely feeling like you got a good workout done. Often times in more ways than one.

As you walked around so you could spot him, you were met with a resounding smack to your ass, making you gasp.

Instinctively, you look around, afraid that someone may have caught that. Then you remembered why you liked this gym so much.

It was inside a compound; the other soldiers would need special clearance to even enter, meaning the place was basically a graveyard once it was time for everyone to clock out. And best of all, all the cameras were in the hallways. Or so you were told.

God help whoever has to watch the surveillance footage later if that's not true.

Now despite that, it wasn't like you and Soap ever actually did anything in here before; Beyond some kissing and heavy petting in-between sets, whenever one of you two looked just a little too good while pumping iron.

When you came to the gym, for the most part, you actually did want to work out. However, you couldn't get enough of how sexy Soap was looking in his gym attire today.

He went with his old rugby shorts and a muscle top, anything to show off how good his body looks when he's getting damp with sweat and flexing his muscles each time he starts another set. The man was almost too aware of how good he looked.

As usual, you knew he dressed like this on purpose too. Knowing you'll eat it up every time. You don't know how many times he's teased you today alone about your lingering eyes.

He wasn't the only one trying to distract with his clothing, however.

Knowing that this gym would be empty, you went in just some extremely short, thigh-high, tight shorts and an equally tight sports bra. When you didn't have to worry about perverted men ogling you as you worked out, it was nice to actually wear some clothes your body could breathe in.

It also made it easier to attract the right kind of attention.

You'd certainly been enjoying looking into the gym mirrors and seeing Soap's eyes smack dabbed right on your ass whenever you'd squat or deadlift. Unaware that you could see him. Each time he looked, he'd sigh to himself like he didn't even know where to begin with you. His hands would adjust the crotch of his shorts, and he'd blink a few times to get himself back into the zone.

You've been itching to tease him about it all day yourself.

You get behind Soap as he lies back on the bench, shifting his body until he's comfortable enough to take the barbell. You watch his hands grip the cool steel firmly, the veins in his arms looking especially mouth-watering from where you're standing.

"Let's see if you can break your last record," you challenge him.

Soap gives you a teasing look suddenly. "What do I get if I do?"

You place your hands on your hips and smirk. Having to look down at him, all laid out with his arms above him. It was making your imagination start to wander.

"Find out," you wink.

Soap takes one deep breath and lifts the barbell from the stand, beginning his set at a decent speed. Little droplets of sweat begin to roll down the side of his face, as his mohawk sat a little wilder for wear on his head. You listen to the little grunts and sharp breaths he lets out each time he raises the weights.

You start thinking about how he might look if you were in that bar's place instead. Having him a panting mess underneath you. It made you more impatient the more you thought about it.

"Almost there," you start to cheer him on now. "You got this."

Soap reaches his last one, as he struggles to lift the barbell up. You give him some time to rerack it himself, wanting him to feel accomplished with this workout. And wanting to reward him for it too. His arms shake and he grunts with frustration, but he manages to get the barbell back on the stand.

The sigh he lets out the minute he finishes felt equivalent to how you imagine he'd sound climaxing. It makes you giggle.

You're ready to put it to the test.

"You did it!" You applaud him.

"Aye," he huffs. Soap then extends his hands over his head, until his callous palms have met the bare skin of your thighs behind him. "Now come 'ere already," he practically growls out. "Give me what I won."

It seems his mind was in the same gutter as you.

His hands slide up your thighs until they've stopped right at the cusp of your ass cheeks, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your gym shorts ever so slightly. It makes the heat between your legs start to radiate; for a second you could have sworn Soap noticed. Judging from how his smile grew.

"Oh, was this the prize?" You tease. "Sweaty foreplay?"

"My favorite," Soap chuckles.

You take one final look around, making sure the gym was as empty as it had been for the past three hours. Soap didn't seem to care regardless, his mind already set on what he wanted. You don't stop Soap when you feel him pull your shorts down, the clothing falling to your ankles as you kicked them off.

Soap takes an eyeful of you, licking his lips and making sure to give your ass a generous squeeze before pulling you closer to him. You step forward, until you're right over the Sergeant, your arms using the barbell to lean on for support.

You already knew the man was about to treat your pussy like a five-star meal. It had you damn near dripping just thinking about it.

"You're good," you give him your final stamp of approval.

"Oh I know," the Scotsman teased.

He lets his grip tighten over your ass and thighs, swiftly bringing his tongue to your clit like a man desperate to feel your body react to his touch. To feel all the love he had to give to you. You jolt initially, Soap's strong grip keeping you still as you continued to hold onto the barbell for dear life.

Soap eats your pussy sloppy, in all the best ways possible, letting your thighs squeeze around his head like earmuffs as he does it. He sucks at your clit, running a tongue up and down your cunt, and slurping up any bit of you he could. The sting of his facial hair rubs pleasurable so against you; had he not been holding you so tightly, you're sure you would have fallen off your feet by now.

Your moans echo around you in the gym, as you try to keep them bottled. Of course, as soon as Soap sees you trying, he takes that as a personal challenge to make that task impossible for you.

His tongue starts circling and sucking at your clit faster, a rhythm having been placed, and your body bubbling with arousal. You feel yourself shake almost violently, your grip on the barbell so tight your knuckles turn white. You're damn near sitting on Soap's face at this point.

You don't even tell him you've just came. The chuckle he lets out was enough of a cue to let you know he was well aware.

So now you felt it was time he was the one shaking.

You step back, seeing his cool, blue eyes follow you from where he still lies. He watches you like a hawk, as you round the bench. You stop right at the rising tent that was beginning to form in his shorts.

You grab the top of them and begin lowering them down, until you've seen the large, hardening, girthy mass of flesh spring free from its prison. How Soap can walk around with this thing would forever be a mystery to you. Your eyes get wide every time you see it, and it always makes Soap laugh.

You let your hand run up his shaft, allowing your thumb to brush over the head teasingly, and seeing the Sergeant shiver in response. You get a cocky look suddenly. "Don't hold back."

You let your warm mouth wrap around him, your lips sucking over the head of his cock, as you let your tongue dance against him, teasing him. It makes Soap's head fall back onto the bench, as he lets out a pleasurable groan.

He lets his hands gently grab hold of your ponytail, as you let him lightly guide you. Though the more you get into it, the harder it is for him to even concentrate.

"Yer doin' so well, love," he just manages to say.

You let your head bob up and down, your hands touching what parts of him your mouth could not reach. Pretty soon your body works as though you were a conductor, hard at work.

Soap grips the edges of the bench now, his hips slightly gyrating, and his breath getting caught every time he felt himself graze the back of your throat, saliva coating his member like lubricant. You gave your services to him like the rent was due.

Your tongue travels down his shaft, as you let your lips hook over his balls, sucking unabashedly, and finally getting that deep groan you'd been waiting for.

The minute he does, you let go of him and stop, seeing Soap look up at you like he was about to burst at the seams. Yearning for you to come back. Fortunately for him, you weren't finished yet.

You climbed on top of Soap, his body feeling like a well-sculpted boulder beneath you. He looks up at you, worshipping everything about you. His hands slide to your sides and rest there, as he takes a moment to admire you.

"You're so beautiful."

You blush, but cover it up with a giggle. You playfully shush him, and bring your mind back to the important things right now.

You grab hold of him again, positioning yourself over him as you use his cock to play with yourself a little, letting the tip massage you. You hum at the warmth it creates in the pit of your groin, enjoying how the sound of your voice just seemed to make him bite at his lip impatiently. Doing everything he can to let you keep the power here.

He certainly enjoyed seeing you so in control of yourself over him. You keep your eyes locked on Soap's as you do, the man looking as though he were about to fall apart if he had to wait any longer for you.

After a few more seconds of teasing, you let him slowly come in, feeling your walls stretch at his length. You're slow to start, as you rest your hands on his shoulders so you can use him for leverage. Soap's hands stay on your sides, as you feel him starting to try and take power below you.

To combat this, you bring a hand to his throat, letting your thumb press in as you start to choke him. Warning him seductively. You haven't met a lot of men who liked being choked themselves; most were too fragile to give it a try. Not Soap though. The man'll do almost anything that'll lead to a satisfying orgasm, no matter the caliber.

Which only meant more fun for you.

You roll your body on top of him, lifting yourself up and down over his cock and letting your pussy smack back against him. You made sure to roll your hips when he was deep in, assuring that special spot of yours was hit every time you slapped back down. You let it make moans spill from your lips, adoring the way Soap craved for it.

Weak groans and whimpers leave his lips. It makes you move faster, wanting the man unable to keep himself from moaning by the time you were through. Just like he had you.

Once he's too overwhelmed by your own dominating nature over him to try, he settles back and lets you use him as you please, his moans low in his throat.

"I can't get enough of you," he moans.

You place your knees on either sides of the bench, resting your hands back on his thighs as you lift yourself up and down with quick, precise speed, grinding against his groin and taking him fully.

Soap starts to grit his teeth, his nails digging harder against your skin, as you feel his hands trail up to the small of your back. He grabs hold, and without warning, begins to join you in the pounding, as he starts thrusting harder into you, keeping up with your speed.

The moans practically hiccup out of you each time he pumps in, the air leaving your lungs and your entire body feeling like it just got lifted into cloud nine.

Once again, neither of you announces when you come, letting your exasperated moans and tightening grips speak for you. Soap brings you down to his chest and hugs you against him, taking your mouth and completely devouring it, as his cock twitches with cum in you. It makes your cunt vibrate against him, a weight-like rush of ecstasy flooding down your body and making your legs turn into noodles.

You both huff and puff for air, as you lie sprawled on top of him. "Fuck," you gasp. "I feel like that was more of a workout than what we just did."

"Aye," Soap chuckles, rubbing his hand over your back as he looks around himself. "We're gonna have to wipe all this gear down before we go," he says.

Forever the Good Samaritan.

More One-Shots Coming Soon. Thanks for reading! (ᴗᵔᴥᵔ)

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[jaesqueso]

Golden Hour (m)

pairing: playboy!mark x female!reader

summary: you decide it’s your turn to have a slice of mark, but he’s the one who’s been cooking you up

word count: 2,075

warnings: teasing, oral sex, protected sex, some crack cause this is a mark fic after all

a/n: it’s been a long time coming but here it is! (I hope my mark era dies off a little bit now because I can’t take it anymore 🥵) I hope ya’ll enjoy it ❤

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Your body sways to the music as sensually as you can. Between the sweaty bodies on the dance floor, you see him, surrounded by three girls that came out of nowhere. Cheeky smiles, fake laughs and not so innocent touches. You’re fuming, but you can’t blame them, Mark Lee knows what he’s got and has no plan to hide it. You can tell by those tight leather pants and half unbuttoned silk shirt showing a glimpse of his chest that has been teasing you all night.

From the moment he walked into the restaurant, half an hour late making everybody wait as usual, you knew tonight was the night you’d get your share of the playboy. As dinner went on you almost reconsidered your choice by watching him be so picky on the food and with the staff, like he is a chef himself. Hell, the boy couldn’t even cook an egg to save his life, for Gordon’s sake. Sometimes you don’t even know how you can be friends with someone like him, but somehow you try to remember the old days, before the lavish lifestyle, when he was just Dorky Markie.

When the party moved to the Golden Hour, the must luxurious club in town, you knew that’s where you’d make your move, but he sure isn’t making your life any easy. Clamming he needs him a “real freak tonight” and asking the ladies to wait for him as he steps inside, Mark hasn’t had one minute alone. But then the stars align and this one song starts playing.

Back in college, in a drunk game somebody ask him what was the hottest song to dance to and this one was it. Focusing your eyes on him, you start your one woman show, that you may or may not have rehearsed thousands of times in your room, lip syncing to every words like you wrote it yourself.

It takes him a while but he finally notices your impatient eyes and the way you move your hips. As if enchanted by your body, Mark leaves the girls rolling their eyes as he makes his way to you, quickly matching your moves. You dance as close to him as you can, guiding his hands to your sides where he takes opportunity to explore a little.

Turning around, you make sure your ass is glued to his crotch as you roll your hips. You can feel his heavy breathing on the crook of your neck, making you close your eyes with a smile as you feel yourself closer to your goal.

When the song changes into an equality sexy one, you wait to see if he moves on to another random girl, or girls, but to your surprise he doesn’t. His hands hold your body with desire, not showing any signs of letting go.

“I knew you’d eventually give in.” His lips gently touch your ear as he speaks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You play innocent.

“Oh, we’re playing that game?” He chuckles. “Alright then.”

“I thought you already had company for tonight.” You nod at the girls who are clearly gossiping about you.

“Those those three?” He snorts, rolling his eyes. “They’re just an appetiser. When it’s all said and done, I want you.”

Quickly you turn around and look into his eyes. Is he serious or is this some sort or trick from the play book? His expression looks sincere, for a moment you see the sweet Mark you once met, the Mark you’ve been secretly crushing on all these years. For a moment you see the Mark you always wanted to kiss. So you do.

You’re not usually this forward but he definitely seems to like the sudden approach by the way his hands pull your waist to him, bodies impossible close as your mouths move in sync on a passionate intense kiss.

When you part, both of you are breathless, like you kissed for hours. Or maybe simply because you did something you both have been longing to do but too afraid to take the risk.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Mark suggests, clearly cooking something up.

“Really?” You hear it but you almost can’t believe it.

“Yeah. You see, I got a big… Hm…” Taking your hand, he places it right on the bulge growing on his pants. “I got a really big problem…”

“Oh my…” You gulp, it does seem like a huge problem. “I guess we better go fix it.”

“Good girl.” Rolling your eyes, you take his hand and lead him to the exit.

Once outside he’s quick to grab a cab to take you both to his place. You kind of feel bad for the driver that has to endure what’s happening in the back seat, but you can hardly keep your hands off of each other. The way to his apartment is equally troubled, but you don’t want to leave space for him to change his mind about what’s about to happen, now that you got a taste of him you just need more. But as you enter his place, you can’t help notice the peculiar decoration.

“I’m kind of obsessed with myself.” He smirks nodding at the several photoshoot posters of him on the walls.

“I can see that…” You cringe a little bit inside. “But how about we change the focus for tonight?”

Slowly you start to undo the dress you carefully choose for tonight. Blue, his favorite color. The thin fabric falls to your feet, leaving you bare in front of him. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen Mark speechless, he always seems to have a smartass comeback to everything these days, but right now no words seem to come out of his mouth as he admires your body, jaw slightly hanging.

“What do you say, Mark?” You try to keep your cool, but suddenly wondering if you’re being too forward.

“I say…” His expression finally warms up back into a smirk. “Let the feast begin.”

Embraced again into a heated kiss, he lifts your body, that instantly wraps around his, and carries you to his bedroom. You get thrown into the mattress, landing perfectly in the middle, head on the pillows. Standing in the end of the bed, he licks his lips before diving into you.

A trail of kisses goes down from your lips down to your legs as his hands trace your curves. Gently he spreads your tights and lowers his face right in front of your throbbing core. Taking a deep breath you prepare yourself to feel his mouth on your wetness but nothing happens. Looking down you notice he has his eyes closed and hands together almost like he is… Praying?

“Mark?” You raise an eyebrow. “What are you-”

“You should always say grace before your meal.” He glances up at you with a smirk. “Bon appétit.”

His lips finally connect with your clit, licking and sucking like he hasn’t had a meal for days. Rolling your eyes, your hands grasp the sheets as moans fly out your mouth. His tongue traces intricate shapes between your folds making you lose your mind as you squirm in the sheets.

Holding your hips in place, Mark keeps devouring your pussy like he’s in a buffet. If only you’d known his head game was this strong, you would’ve made this happen a long time a go, he may be cocky but he sure knows what he’s doing.

When his fingers join the party, easily sliding inside your wet hole, you realise his mouth is not the only thing he’s remarkably skilled with. You wonder if he can fuck you as good as he can eat you out. But you don’t think about it for too long because with the way he massages just the right spot inside you along with the movements on your clit you don’t even sense your orgasm coming until you’re screaming his name.

After riding you off your high, he makes his way back up your body, mouths colliding with longing. Your hands wrap around his back and you notice he’s still fully clothed. Messily you ged rid of his shirt before your roll your bodies around, placing you on top of him.

“My turn.” You smirk as you take your time adorning his pecks and abs with kisses.

Slowly you undo his pants before your mouth reaches his happy trail. You miss calculated how hard it would be to get him out of those tight sexy pants, but after his help, in between laughs, he’s finally all in display.

You have no idea how the fabric didn’t give away trapping his big hard cock that stands tall in front of you, but you don’t really care about that now. Mark hisses when your tongue swipes on his tip, tasting the precum. Fuck, it’s delicious. He’s delicious.

Taking all of his length in your mouth, you almost choke once you reach the base, but the whiny sounds he makes give you strength to keep yourself together and start bobbing your head up and down.

Soon your throat gets used to the feeling of him and you fasten your pace on his dick. Your hands help out, one the base and another one showing his balls some love. Glancing up your delighted to see his face squirming in pleasure as his chest heaves.

You’re too enrolled on what your doing that you barely notice his hand tapping your shoulder to get you to stop. Releasing his dick with a pop, you look at him wondering if you’re doing something wrong.

“Come here.” He signals you to move up his body, which you quickly do. “I don’t want to cum in that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Why not?” You pout, making him smile.

“There’s somewhere else you’d rather cum in.” Grabbing your hips, he pulls you right on his lap, cock rubbing between your folds.

“Even better.” Smirking, you give him a sloppy desperate kiss as you start to align him with your entrance.

“Wait, wait.” Stopping you, Mark reaches his bedside table to pull out a condom. “I’ve been kind of a whore. Better safe than sorry.”

“You’re gross.” You roll your eyes. “But at least you’re responsible.”

Snatching the condom off his hands, you open it yourself and roll it down his length. Adjusting your position, you finally let yourself down on his cock, feeling every inch of him fill you up. Once you go all the way down, you both let out a shaky breath.

Steadily you start moving your hips. He watches your breasts bounce through half lidded eyes and you take his hands placing them on top of your mounds. Instantly he massages them as you ride him, moans and whines filling the air.

Mark starts to buck up against you and you know he must be getting close. You try to bounce faster but with another orgasm just around the corner your movements are sloppy and uneven.

Needing more, he suddenly sits up, making you fall back just a little as his arm wraps around your back. In this position, he’s able to control the speed, thrusting harder and faster, desperately chasing his high.

When he cums, you can sense the warmness inside you as his movements slow down. You slowly roll your body to ride off his high, thinking that even though you didn’t get a second go, this was still amazing. But apparently he was not finished.

You gasp when you feel Mark’s thumb on your clit moving in circles, his tired cock still buried inside you. Letting your head fall back, you mumble about how close you are, begging for him to keep going. And he does. Only stopping when your body starts trembling, making him hiss at the way you squeeze around his length.

Gently, he pulls your torso against him, holding your face in front of his to give you one final kiss before laying you both back down. With a sigh, you move out of his cock, sprawling your body next to his as you pant, mind hazy with pleasure.

“You know,” he takes off the condom, tying it up and throwing it away, “we live in a world that constantly tries to take you away from you. Everyone is being everyone but themselves. Here but not around. Wait, but what does that mean?”

“I have no fucking idea, Mark.”

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[aemondsdoll]

Can I request Daemon letting the reader ride him while she wears his jousting helmet?

You In My Helm. // Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Daemon catches you trying on his helm, and fucks you while you wear it. Pairing: Daemon x Reader. Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, reader wears his helmet, riding, daemon FTW, female reader.

You had always been interested in Daemon’s helmet, whenever you saw him in it, the familiar feeling of arousal rose in your belly. Perhaps it was how intimidating he looked in it, you didn’t know, and you didn’t care.

Returning to your shared chambers after a long day of your duties, you notice his helm sitting on his desk. Curious, your hands run over the cool steel, and the soft hair that made the helm his.

Seeing as you were all alone, you thought it okay to slip it over your head, situating it so it was comfortable. Making your way to the mirror, you looked at yourself, biting at your lip, and a similar feeling rose in your belly. Hand drifting down to the crotch of your dress, where you whimper at the slightest of pleasure, unaware of the looming presence peaking through the door.

“My love,” Daemons teasing voice echoed through the chamber as he made himself known. You quickly made it look normal, but he wasn’t convinced.

“You look ravishing in my helmet,” He begins, walking over to you. Daemons hands run over your sides, tracing the curves of your body with gentle, feather-like touches that made you shiver.

“Please.” You whispered, and he let out a small laugh.

“Please, what?” Daemon says, his voice mocking.

“Please fuck me, Daem,” You respond, eyebrows furrowed. Daemon doesn’t hesitate, sliding off his belt and slipping out of his top. “You’re going to keep the helmet on, and ride me.” He demands, laying on the bed, and you know the drill.

Your shaking hands go to shed him of his pants, and his undergarments, along with yours.  You kept your dress on as you straddled his lap, grinding your hips against his as you kiss him passionately on the lips.

His wet cock slips through your folds as you grind, and you whimper as he comes in contact with your clit.

“Put me in,” Daemon commands again, and you abide.

You adjust him and slide onto his length, with a long, satisfied moan.

To shock you, he thrusts his hips upward and you let out a squeal of pleasure. “Fuck!” Your shaky voice comes out.

“Move, love.” Daemon grunts and you begin desperately moving up and down, small noises of pleasure rolling from your tongue.

“Look at you, my beautiful girl, fucking herself on my cock.” He says, hands gripping your hips to make your movements more intense. “You like using me for your pleasure, huh, girl?” Daemon speaks again.

“Yes! Oh, fuck yes.” You loudly exclaim, your pace quickening. He’s satisfied with this, moving his hand down to rub at your bundle of nerves, your head throwing back as you come down harder. 

Daemons hips meet yours as you thrust together, explicit noises of your wetness fill the room, and the repetitive slapping of your sweaty bodies together.

His other hand moves from your hip, and wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you down in a heated kiss.

He smirks as you moan loudly into his mouth with each thrust, the helmet is slightly uncomfortable for the both of you, but that is the last concern, melting into him as he fucks you from beneath. The coil in your stomach builds up and up, and Daemon can tell you are close with how desperately you grind on his hand and cock.

You bite down on his shoulder as you come, your head spinning as pleasure spreads through every nerve in your body, and soon after his pace becomes erratic and sloppy, shooting his cum deep inside you with a relieved sigh as he milks your walls.

“Seeing you in my helmet, well played.” He laughs, pulling you from his lap to his side, taking the helmet off and putting the covers over the two of you.

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[duffslut]

Like I would

Modern Axl Rose x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 882

Requested by: @pari5

Warnings: Smut! Oral Sex, Deepthroat, Dacryphilia. Minors Dni.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Axl said, trying once again to end the discussion.

- You do know what I'm talking about! These bitches ain't your fans they wanna take advantage of you! - You spoke already tired of the subject, but decided not to end the discussion until Axl finally accepted that he was wrong, which for him was practically impossible.

Axl finally seemed to have had enough of the argument when he took a deep breath and rolled his eyes, simply walking out of the room.

- Really? How mature of you! - You complained, following him around the house, but you gave up going after him when he walked to one of his cars and drove off, without even saying where he was going.

Hours passed and Axl didn't even bother to show any signs of life, it was getting dark and you couldn't be more bored being at home alone on a Saturday night, then you remembered that Slash was at a hotel near where you and Axl were, and you knew you could always count on him, so you called him and asked him to see a movie with you.

Slash arrived at your hotel door less than an hour later, you and he settled on the couch, Obviously, Slash forced you to let him choose the movie, and as usual, he chose the most bizarre horror movie he could find.

You obviously weren't paying much attention to the movie, your mind was still thinking about Axl and your argument with him.

- I'm serious! He's so... convinced! - You complained to Slash, who had his eyes fixed on yours as you spoke.

- He don't deserve you Y/n. - Slash said. - You know you can have someone way better than Axl. - Slash carefully approached your face as he spoke.

You rolled your eyes and threw your head back.

- Who? - You asked, even though you knew you would never trade Axl for someone else.

- You're an amazing woman, you can have whoever you want. - He said, and you locked in place for a few seconds watching Slash place his hand on your face.

It wasn't news that Slash had a crush on you, of course he was very good looking, but he was also your best friend, and he had a girlfriend, and you a boyfriend.

- You're my best friend, Slash. - You said, and then kissed him on the cheek.

As soon as Slash left your house, you threw yourself on the bed in the bedroom, and Axl appeared at the door minutes later.

- "You're an amazing woman"? Do you think he says that to Meegan too? - Axl asked before walking over to the bed, his face serious and his arms crossed.

- You're back! - You exclaimed, getting on your knees on the bed and wrapping your arms around Axl's neck, kissing his shoulders, and not even paying attention to what Axl said, which meant he had overheard your conversation with Slash. - Jealous? - You asked just to tease him. - Now you know how I feel.

Axl remained silent for a few seconds, you couldn't stand the way he was acting with you anymore, you literally couldn't stand a day without his full attention being focused on you, so you just started doing what you did best, you sat next to him on the bed and laid your hand on his thick thighs, his bright, clear eyes looked into your face as your hand went up until it reached his crotch.

Axl's serious and quiet expression made you believe you could move on, you massaged his dick through his tight jeans until it was hard enough for you to suck it.

You unzipped his pants and his big hard cock popped out, you took a quick look at Axl before getting on all fours on the bed and swallowing his dripping-precum cock.

Axl couldn't contain himself for too much time, he started moaning as soon as you started sucking him, he pulled out some hairs that stuck in your sweaty face and held your head to his body until he decided it was time for you to stop, and when he did, you were already choking with his cock hitting your throat. Shortly after, Axl had already taken control, he fucked your mouth so fast you barely had time to breathe, his dick was deep in your throat the whole time, and you did your best to satisfy him, sticking your tongue out to make it easier for his cock to enter your mouth.

- I bet Slash couldn't fuck you like that could he? - He asked, as your eyes dropped to tears and your lips spurted pre-cum and drool, his hand holding tight in your hair, preventing you from moving.

You shook your head in denial, and coughed in gasp as you felt Axl's hot cum trickle down your throat, you had no choice but to swallow it. You were finally able to breathe again only after Axl came in your mouth, and he looked satisfied as you breathed heavily.

- How do you say? - Axl asked, running his fingers down your face and wiping the tears that had leaked from your eyes.

- I bet he couldn't. - You said, jerking the tip of Axl's cock that there was still some cum. - Thank you.

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[buckgasms]

Cry to Me

This came from beautiful @volklana and my desperate need to live a Dirty Dancing fantasy. Also this is hopefully just different enough that I won't get sued 🤣 Enjoy!!

Warnings - Dirty Dancing, first time sex, reader gets a slap and Bucky steps in 🫶🏻

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"You need to relax"

Bucky whispered in your ear as he swayed his hips against yours, hands gripping your waist as you both danced to the music.

It was easy for him to say. It wasn't often you found yourself ass to crotch with a gorgeous dance instructor who made your body do things you'd never known it could.

You took a deep breath and exhaled, loosening your muscles and pressing into him, making him hum with approval. His arms wrapped around yours before spinning you away from his body, then pulling you back until you were face to face. You were panting despite barely moving and Bucky grinned before letting go of your hands and moving over to the record player. "You're coming along nicely" he said as you stood awkwardly in the middle of the dance studio. Although you felt embarrassed in his arms, you hated being out of them.

"Uh thanks" you muttered after a moment and made a move to gather your belongings. "See you tomorrow" you said before hurrying out of the door, missing Bucky's grin and wave as you did.

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You hadn't expected much from your summer vacation. You might have hoped for romance but you certainly didn't bet any money on it. But all that changed on your second week.

You had seen there were private dance classes and begged your father to pay for lessons, as you had loved dancing since you were little. He had finally relented seeing how gloomy you became and agreed to pay for three lessons a week for six weeks.

Your shock was evident when you arrived for your class and saw nothing less than a god waiting for you. All the confidence you had fizzled away when he touched you, and despite your natural skill, he made you feel like Bambi learning to walk most of the time.

Today he sat back and watched you practice by yourself, which allowed you to demonstrate some of your skill and he seemed genuinely impressed. "Nice work doll, I knew there was a dancer in there somewhere..." You gave a smile as he readjusted your posture and allowed you to continue.

You watched him in the mirror and blushed when you realised he was looking at your ass. It was a bit of a heady rush knowing this hot guy was checking you out. When the music scratched to a halt you came out of position and huffed at him.

"Y'know, it seems a bit pointless learning all these moves and not being able to actually dance anywhere. Can't really pull these moves with the geriatrics" you posed and took a sip of water while he eyed you up. He approached you with his usual confident swagger and peered down at you. "I know somewhere you can test out your moves, but you can't go running to Daddy, ok Doll? Gotta keep it a secret."

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It was 9pm and you were waiting on the little bridge where Bucky had told you to wait. You'd told your parents that you'd made some friends with a group of girls and would be spending some time with them. Your father was pleased as it meant he could keep playing cards all night long and your mother barely protested, knowing you would be out of her hair for the night.

Finally Bucky arrived and took your hand, you scolded him for keeping you waiting but he just chuckled and ran up the stairs towards a large cabin behind the main group of buildings. You could already see the dim lights and hear the modern music that Bucky had been playing for you during your classes.

Your stomach flipped and you squeezed Bucky's hand as you reached the door. As he pushed it open you gawped at what you saw. Couples dancing in a sweaty, noisy room, body's pressed against each other, writhing and thrusting with skirts being flipped, girls being spun around and so much skin on show your actually blushed.

"Not scared are ya?" He muttered in your ear, amusement dancing over his tone. You shook your head and allowed him to pull you into the mix. People whooped and cheered as he arrived, the clear golden boy, but they looked a little confused to see you. Guests weren't welcome in the staff area, but because you were with Bucky, you must be alright.

He suddenly dropped your hand as the music started and began twirling different girls around. Put out, you weaved away from him, finding yourself pulled into someone else's arms. You tried to relax and go with it, the guy seemingly impressed by your skills. The next few dances you spent with random guys, casually glancing over at Bucky who seemed similarly busy yet distracted by you.

Finally, a new song started, and he pulled you close to him, away from the other guys. "Come on then Doll, let's see what you've got..."

You felt a surge of energy. Perhaps it was the lusty dancers around you, or the way he was swaying towards you, but you wanted him. And you wanted to show him you were every bit as good as you knew you were.

You took his hand and allowed him to pull you forward, but instead of your usual fumbling, you eased into the dance swayed with him. Your hands roamed his body and your hips moved in time with his. Your heart thudded when you saw the shock on his face as you grinded against him, your confidence building as his hands pulled you closer.

"Damn you been holding out on me Dollface" he panted as he spun you around, marveling at your perfect technique and posture. You smiled and pressed yourself back up against him, gripping his shirt and brushed your nose against his. "Maybe I've finally learned to relax?" You whispered, faux innocence on your face as you pressed against him.

The music stalled and people cheered, including a few who had seen your little exchange. The music then started up again and you swayed with him, unable to leave his arms. It felt so much more natural here, like you belonged together. You swirled a little too far away and as soon as you left him, another girl was grabbing him and wrapping herself around his body, even though he was still watching you.

You moved away to grab and drink and sipped in annoyance as he started dipping her down, their hips connected as she sank backwards before snapping upwards and writhing with him. Despite him being your dance instructor, you felt furiously territorial as she smoothed her hands over him. But it was to be expected you supposed. You were a guest at the resort, you weren't supposed to even be here. So maybe you could chill? Or maybe she could twist her ankle and leave Bucky alone...

As you stewed you felt an arm curl around your waist. You snapped you head round to lock eyes with a handsome man who had his shirt half open and reeked of cologne. "Hey gorgeous... Wanna dance?" You flicked your eyes back to Bucky who was watching like a hawk. You grabbed the strangers hand and dragged him forward.

He had a lot of the same moves, but there was no chemistry. You kept looking at Bucky rather than him. You ignored his questions and when his hands roamed too far you swatted him away. Finally he gripped your chin and made you look at him. "Hey, stop fucking ignoring me little bitch... You think Bucky's interested in you? He only brought you here to show what a stupid slut you are."

His cruel words cut you so harshly that you gasped. All the confidence you felt dropped out of your stomach and crashed around your feet. You tried to pull your hand away from his but he gripped you tighter. "Get off me you pig" you shook and he chuckled. You fought him in the middle of the dancefloor until he landed a slap on your cheek which shocked some of the couple's nearby and brought the music to a halt.

In silence Bucky stalked over to your dance partner, pulling you to stand behind him. "Did you just slap her?" He seethed and the guy squared up to Bucky. "Yeah? So what? She's just some little brat who sleezed her way up here. What's the big fucking deal?"

His question was answered by Bucky's fist landing under his chin, sending him flying backwards and landing in a heap on the floor.

You were shaking when he turned and cupped your face in his warm hands. "It's ok Doll, everything is ok..." You held onto his arms and nodded, but he saw your panicked face and looked around. "You wanna get out of here sweetheart?" You nodded and let him lead you out of the cabin and into the fresh air.

The cool evening breeze brought you back to reality, the sting on your cheek and the concerned look on Bucky's face making you feel dizzy. "I... I can't go back to my parents with a swollen cheek... Is there somewhere we can go?" Bucky scowled for a moment, then nodded and lead you away from the party.

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You followed Bucky into his private cabin, and looked at everything you could see. Clothes strewn about the place, records littered by the player and a big, unmade bed.

"Sorry about the mess" he muttered, picking up the clothes and chucking them from one pile to another. You smiled and took a seat, suddenly feeling nervous. He sat down next to you and pressed his palm against your cheek. "I'm so sorry that happened Doll...it's all my fault." You held his hand in place and smiled. "Hey, no it's not, you stood up for me... No one has ever done something like that for me. My parents just throw money at whatever comes up, they don't actually care how I feel or what I want. Tonight.... You really came through for me.... Thank you." You smiled and he blushed, clearly not expecting you to be so earnest or fragile. You grinned at him, "however, if you hadn't abandoned our dance, I never would have had to meet that jerk. Sooooo, maybe you dance with me now and we'll call it quits?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You wanna dance? Here?" You stood up and held out your hand. "Yes...and I want your best moves..." He flicked a record on and stood up to meet you, towering over you as you both quietly huffed. The electric energy pulsing through you both.

You glided your hands over his chest to rest on his shoulders and his gripped your ass as you started to sway. You let him dip you down low, your fingers brushing at his exposed chest as you rose and fell. He lifted you to rest on his hip and ground his hips, creating a delicious friction. You accidentally moaned a little and he smiled pulling you so your lips were inches away from his. You pushed at his shirt and he let you take it off. You moved around him, touching as much as you could before coming back into his arms. Wrapping his arms around you he gripped your dress and lifted it, exposing your soft skin to him. Leaning down he pressed his lips to your neck and chest as your fingers threaded through his hair.

"Been driving me wild Doll" he growled as his lips moved to meet yours. You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, his hands were everywhere and you clung to him as he still managed to sway you to and fro while he kissed you.

Eventually he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and he carried you to his bed, trapping your body underneath his. "God you're so beautiful" he murmured, and you felt your face heat up as he stared at you. You felt him pull your underwear down and press his hard cock, which hugly exceeded what you had imagined he was hiding in those tight jeans.

You gulped a little as he dragged his length through your folds, shaking at the thought of this being your first, but desperate for him to keep going. "Bucky..." You whispered and clung to his arms, "I.....I haven't...I'm not...." You stuttered and felt tears sting your eyes at the thought of him leaving you like this. "Don't worry Doll, let me take care of you, if it hurts I'll stop ok?" You took a deep breath and nodded. He leaned down and kissed you, his fingers slipping into your folds, rubbing gently at first, then harder and faster until you were moaning into his mouth. "So sensitive aren't you pretty girl? So perfect" he growled as you whined and came around his fingers. You shivered a little as he kissed you again, "ready baby?" He whispered and you nodded as.you clung to him.

He slid into you slowly, your walls gripping at his like a vice. It was sore and you winced a little as he pushed slowly further in. "Just relax" he smiled and you couldn't resist a laugh, before encouraging him to move.

Pain slowly turned to pleasure as his thick cock brushed against your sensitive walls, you cried out and pulled him back for more kisses. Your moans filled the room, alongside the sound of panting and the soft music from the player. "Bucky I'm...I'm gonna" he panted and he nodded. "I know baby, let go for me, show me how I make you feel."

With that the pressure built to its peak and you let out a wail as you came, fingers digging into his tanned, muscled back and he groaned in your ear as he came with you.

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You lay in his arms for the rest of the night, pressing kisses to each other, stroking skin and falling back into a steady rhythm of lovemaking that made you feel so content and safe with him. "Do you....do this alot?" You asked shyly, pressing your face into his chest. He chuckled a little and stroked your hair. "Not like this... Feels different with you..." He sounded serious and you peeked at him and he was looking at you with concern on his face. He shuffled up and pulled you close, pinching your chin between his fingers. "I don't know what's gonna happen... But this is something special.... I... I wanna take care of you." You smiled and stroked his hair and nodded leaning forward and kissing him. You didn't know what to say, it felt too good to be true but you loved the way he was looking at you and that was good enough for now.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #masterlist #dirty dancing au #bucky dirty dancing

[rodricksfilipinagf]

Wall $ex: Rodrick Heffley x Reader

When the door to the Heffleys’ opens and it’s Rodrick who answers, I inwardly groan. And outwardly. Yeah, outwardly too.

Rodrick, of course, smirks. “What, are you not happy to see me?”

“I’m never happy to see you. You’re a fucking asshole and I hate you,” I say, pushing my way in.

“Aww, Y/N, don’t be like that. I’m happy to see you,” says Rodrick, closing the door behind me.

“Fuck you. Where’s Greg? I’m supposed to be babysitting him today.” I scan the living room and kitchen, but it’s empty, and upstairs sounds pretty quiet too.

“At a friend’s,” he says casually. “Whoops,” he adds with an evil grin. “I was supposed to tell you. You didn’t have to come today.”

“You fucking dickhead, I came out all this way for nothing?” I say, storming back towards the door, but Rodrick closes a hand around my wrist.

“You could spend the day with me,” Rodrick suggests.

“I could literally think of nothing worse,” I say.

“Come on, you’re saying you’re not attracted to me at all? Not even a tiny bit?”

That’s a completely different question, but I’m not above lying. “There is no part of me that’s attracted to you.”

Rodrick lets out a laugh. “That’s so funny you should say that. Are you willing to prove it?”

“What the fuck are you thinking?”

“I play drums for you, and if you’re even a little bit wet, you have to be my slave for the day.”

“That’s fucking insane…”

Rodrick raises an eyebrow. “I thought you said you had no feelings for me at all. This should be easy for you. One drum solo and you can go home. Unless you actually do like me…” He traces the blush on my cheek that’s appearing before I can stop it and whispers in my ear. “I’m going to enjoy bossing you around.” Fuck, I’m trying so hard not to get wet already. But I can’t leave now or Rodrick will know something’s up. Maybe it’ll go away somehow.

I push him away. “Fine, Heffley. But then I’m leaving.”

He catches my hand in a viselike grip. “Aww, that’s cute. You think you’ll be able to resist me.” He leads us to the garage.

“I have so far,” I say, pushing open the garage door. I’m instantly overcome by the heat.

“You’ve never seen me play just for you before,” Rodrick points out. I settle on the couch nearby, determined not to feel anything.

This is proven a lot more difficult when Rodrick calls out, “Hey, Y/N” from his drumset. I look up and I’m smacked in the face with Rodrick’s shirt. What an asshole. But wait, that means…

Rodrick gives me an evil smirk. “I should have you lick me off afterwards. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You won’t win!” I shout as he starts, even though shirtless Rodrick is a lot harder to resist. Sweaty, shirtless Rodrick? I’m done for.

He’s completely focused but finds the time to glare at me skewering sometimes. I try my best to control myself, but with the temperature of the garage and my own hormones, I can’t. Ughhh, this is the worst way for Rodrick to find out how I really feel about him.

My cheeks are flushing when he’s done.

He sees this and looks proud. “Looks like you’re a loser and a liar.” I try to control my heartbeat too but it’s so hard when he’s practically up against me and is so hot.

“You’re wrong,” I say. I’m lying and will lie to my last breath rather than lose to Rodrick Heffley.

“Am I?” Rodrick says cockily before pressing his lips to mine. My body takes full control as I kiss him back despite my better judgement and he’s such a good kisser that I barely notice when he unzips my shorts and his hand fingers my crotch through my underwear until I feel that unmistakable throb- his discovery that will doom me to the most miserable day of my life.

I push him away. “Rodrick-“

He chuckles. “Your crush on me is so cute. I knew you felt something for me.”

“I hate you,” I say.

He raises an eyebrow. “Aww. Look at you, being too shy to ask me to kiss you again.”

“I don’t want to kiss you again,” I say, even though I loved every second of it.

“Yeah, you do,” Rodrick says. “I’ll kiss you again later.” He fingers my shirt and a wicked glint enters his eyes. “You’re going to have to change.”

“Why do you have this?” I ask, leaving the bathroom. I have on a yellow bikini that pushes my boobs up and together on top and the bottom is practically a thong with how my ass is hanging out of it.

“I wanted to see you in it,” Rodrick reveals. He curls an arm around my neck. “I dream about you a lot. You’re never wearing much clothes.”

“Eww, Heffley.” I admit, it’s kind of stirring something in me that someone as hot as him just admitted to me that he has multiple sex dreams about me. But he’s disgusting! He’s Rodrick! He takes pleasure in making me miserable and always acts like a dick to me. But way deep down, I guess it’s always been a turn on for me.

I flush deeply and Rodrick pinches my ass hard. “You bad girl. You were thinking about fucking me, weren’t you?” He looks at me knowingly.

“No!”

“I can try to go easier on you if you tell me about a time you fantasized about me.” Rodrick stares me down hungrily. “And what I did to you.”

He’s so presumptuous and annoying! All he cares about is humiliating me. “You wish, Heffley.”

He shrugs. “Fine. Can I tell you something? You’re not as hot as you are in my dreams.”

What a jerk. “Sorry to disappoint, asshole.”

He steers my hips towards his so we’re up against each other. I hate myself for thinking he’s hot for this even though he just insulted me. “You’re way hotter. And I want to kiss you again.”

My heart burns and I feel the pounding all the way down my body. “What’s stopping you, Heffley?” I suddenly notice my breathing is becoming rapid.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were warming up to me,” Rodrick says before engulfing me with a kiss that I feel with my whole body and especially down there. This asshole knows how to kiss and at least in this way, knows how to pleasure me. I hate that Rodrick’s the one to make me feel like this.

“Still hate me, loser?” Rodrick taunts softly against my lips. He traces the edge of my bikini bottoms, which are growing wetter by the second. “I bet you really want to fuck me right now.”

“You don’t know shit about what I want,” I breathe out, even though my body is screaming out for sex with Rodrick.

“Make you a deal. If you tell me to leave you alone right now, I will. But if you tell me to fuck you right now, I will.” He grinds against me and it’s excruciating.

There’s nothing I want more than to have sex with Rodrick in that moment. Before I can make the logical decision, I hear, “Fuck me…now.”

“Sure you don’t want me to leave you alone?” He reaches under my bikini top and won’t leave my nipple along until it’s hardened to his liking. “If you thought I was mean to you before…”

“Just fuck me, you asshole,” I manage to get out.

Rodrick gives me an evil smirk that signals nothing but trouble, but it’s too late. “As you wish, loser.” My bottoms are off in a flash, and his pants and boxers hit the floor. Before I know it, Rodrick grabs me by the waist and orders, “Put your legs around me” before pushing me up against a wall.

“You know how many times I wanted to do this to you?” Rodrick asks while untying my top. He whips it off and my boobs spill out, making his wicked grin wider.

“You think about me too much, Heffley,” I say. I feel my nipples pucker. Ughh. Now there’s truly nothing to hide how hot I find him.

He flicks one of them while staring me down sadistically. “Don’t pretend you don’t think about me too. You can’t lie to me anymore.” I feel his dick slide into me and him inside me feels so good and so right. I let out a tiny moan.

“Be as loud as you want. Everyone here already knows how much you want me,” Rodrick says before pounding into me, harder and harder and harder that I can’t help but scream. “That’s more like it,” Rodrick chuckles. His lips find mine and my tongue attacks his relentlessly. And then I feel something I’ve never felt before. My first orgasm. Rodrick Heffley gave me my first orgasm. And it was amazing. I tear my lips away from his to let out an earth-shattering moan, and for the first time ever I see Rodrick genuinely smile.

When we’re done, Rodrick drags me to the couch and has me lay down next to him. “Was that your first time?” It’s the first time he’s said anything remotely sounding hesitant or gentle.

“My first orgasm, yeah,” I say. My heartbeat is so loud I think he can hear it. “Was it your…”

“Yeah,” Rodrick admits. “Wow, if I knew that, I probably would have been nicer to you.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m glad you weren’t. I don’t…entirely hate you, Heffley.”

“Oh, I know,” he says cockily. I elbow him in the ribs. “Thanks. Any chance you’d want to do it again?”

My pussy flutters at the thought. “Sure.”

“Y/N-“

“Rodrick-“ He nods at me to continue. “Thanks for making my first time so great. Um…” I feel uncharacteristically shy. “What were you going to say?”

“I wanted to ask if I can kiss you again- and take out on a date.”

“What?”

“Look, I really like you- I always have. I just- want to get to know you better. And I guess I always wanted you to get to know me. And not just the worst parts.”

“Well I know those pretty well…” I say.

Rodrick chuckles and starts playing with a strand of my hair.

“I figure you couldn’t get any worse.”

He tugs on my hair hard. “Don’t tempt me, loser.” But his eyes sparkle.

“Will you kiss me before I change my-“ his lips find mine before I can finish my sentence. I think I actually kind of might like him.

#rodrick #doawk rodrick #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick rules #enemies to soulmates #enemies with benefits #enemies to lovers

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

Would you ever consider writing a story about beau mirchoff? He looks like such a stinky guy. Maybe him as one of his characters. Like the The Fosters, or Awkward

Hey thanks for your question! Beau Mirchoff is really hot. He is the definition of hotness. Whenever he appeared on screen, he has always been really handsome and sexy without trying to be. And of course his first name means "Handsome" in French (like "beauty" means "beauté" in French) 😍

His sexiness is natural. His face is perfect, his eyes are kind of small but really expressives, his lips are thin but it must be so good to be kissed by him.

He have really great hairs too, and his face is chiseled. So yeah he is a straight white alpha, a conservative alpha man who voted for Trump. That's why I made him appeared in a MAGA story where he humiliates faggots.

In this story Master CHRIS PRATT and Master Beau Mirchoff farts on faggots at a straight pride parade. Don't hesitate to read it, it's the only appearance of this alpha in any of my stories. I hope you will like it 😉

It's true that he is hot in Awkard, but I never saw it. On the other hand, I discovered him in Desperate Housewives where he played Dani Bolen. He doesn't appear a lot, but he is cool.

On the other hand, I would feel really inspired by his character in Now Apocalypse, where is a straight white man secretly loved by his best friend. I could write a gay love story about it, or a love story between a straight man and a gay man, or show him as a himbo.

Who doesn't want to lick this body? He has never been as muscled as in this tv series, and also I'm not into hairy chest but I think he is hotter with a hairy chest (but not very hairy, just not a smooth hair). That makes him manlier. He already is such a hot alpha.

I want to be leashed at his pet, crawling behind him as a human dog, clean his sweaty body with my tongue, suck his crotch....

There is this scene where we can see his feet. I want to be at his feet, worshipping them. These two muscled men should be obeyed by a weak lackey bringing them drinks, massaging their feet while they ignore him. When they remember him, they decide to do a fart contest and trap him between they alpha white muscled butt 😍!

But even if I want to be his slave, that doesn't mean I haven't been really jealous (and excited) by the scene where he kisses his BFF (even if it's the BFF's imagination) : bering kissed by the alpha straight male I was in love with will be my biggest regret forever because it's all I ever dreamed of. And it's true that a story between the gay friend being shy and docile, the straight white male being a confident cocky farter could be hot.

I mean, if you aren't jealous of the man who was kissed by Beau Mirchoff, comment it. And if you are jealous, then like this post 😉

And it's true that he seems to have a really great ass and would be an amazing farter 🤤

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#Beau Mirchoff #MAGA #Straight white alpha man #Mâle blanc hétérosexuel #alpha #lécher les pieds #master #Humiliated by a celebrity #Humilié par une célébrité #Straight pride #Desperate Housewives #Série télévisée #Gay #Best friend #Meilleur ami #Ami

[yoongifis]

💌 dream girl (4) | myg

; pairing: idol!yoongi x femaledancer!reader

; genre: smut, fluff, f2l (?), enemies to lovers (?), slow burn, humor, crack

; warnings: pov switching, usage of mature words, blowjobs, handjobs, jealousy, *italics (in the beginning) means character is dreaming!*

; rating: mature audience!!

a/n: hi hi guyysss! a new update is here and we got some jealous yoongi this time!! enjoy!! :D<3

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God this trip to get breakfast was long.

He felt like he'd been in this car for hours…where the hell did we decide to eat at?! It’s hot, he’s sweaty and tired—when the fuck were you guys going to get there?

“Pit stop, everyone! Whoever needs to go use the restroom, go ahead! I’ll be putting in some gas,” the manager yells out as the car slows down and parks at a gas station. He hops out of the car, getting ready to pump some gas.

“Finally! I have really got to go guys!” Jimin yells out, gently shoving Taehyung out of his way to get out of the car first. Taehyung and Hoseok follow Jimin, leaving y/n and Yoongi alone in the car.

It’s painfully silent. The type of silence that you immediately want to break. Maybe it’s all because of what happened yesterday—so could it be him that’s making the air around you guys so awkward? Yoongi clears his throat before he’s about to speak up.

“You didn’t need to go?” He mumbles, looking out the window to avoid looking at you.

“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

He nods his head, still choosing not to look over at her.

…There it goes again.

Absolute, awkward silence.

“How come you're not facing me when you talk to me, Yoongi? Are you ignoring me?”

He could feel you placing your hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing small circles on it. He immediately turns to look, attention going to where your hand was, then to your face. Yoongi shakes his head at you.

“No,” is all he says, turning his head back to face the window, the same view as before.

You pout, upset at how Yoongi was being towards you.

“Did I do something to make you mad? I’m really sorry if I did—I can make it up to you.”

He could feel your hand getting a little too high on his thigh. It was then he felt your small hands palming his crotch, causing him to whip his head back at you.

“Y/n, wait— they’re going to be back soon.”

You whine in a teasing tone, “but being caught never stopped you before.”

Before?! He can’t even remember a time where he did something like this in public!

You ignore his protests, quick to unbuckle his jeans and take his somewhat long, girthy cock out of his pants. It springs up against his stomach, already hard, causing a little giggle to come out of you.

“Y/n, really— you didn’t make me mad or anything. And there’s no need for you to prove that you’re actually sorry.”

You leaned over to him, taking your hand to wrap around the base of his cock. You hum to yourself, noticing your fingers not being able to touch each other when they’re wrapped around his cock.

“I would stop,” you put your face closer to his cock, blowing cold air onto his tip teasingly, just to pull away and face him again, “but your body is telling me otherwise, Yoongi. Why don’t we play around a little?”

His heart is beating like crazy, you could probably hear it with how close you are. Yoongi has never seen you be this dominant before—even in his dreams you never acted this way towards him…And not going to lie it kind of turned him on.

You’re already sliding your hand up and down. Placing your whole hand on the tip and spreading the little precum, that’s leaking out from his it, down his shaft, watching your hand become messy with his slick.

He grabs a hold of your wrist, stopping your movements.

“Y/n, please. The rest is going to be coming back anytime soon.”

You move your attention back at him. He looks at you with pleading eyes, eyebrows furrowed in lust, and teeth clenched to stop himself from groaning. Yoongi only wants this to end just because of others possibly running into you guys doing this, but why does the fact that this situation sort of excites him? Being caught and all while doing such dirty things?

Never in his life did he think that he was into this type of stuff, but, to be honest, maybe it’s just the effect that you have on him.

You slowly smile at him. It was one of those smiles that looked like you were up to something—which you definitely were. You allow him to hold you back from moving your hand any more. You decide to lower your head closer to his crotch, attaching your mouth to the mushroom-like tip of his cock. You’re sucking on it like a lollipop, swirling your tongue around it as you did so. Yoongi grunts in pleasure, but also feeling torn apart on whether or not he should try to pull you off of him or let you keep going.

You remove the hand that was wrapped around his cock, his hand following yours, placing it on his thigh. You sink your head slowly down his cock, taking it inch by inch.

He swears underneath his breath, realizing that he's already losing this battle against you. He throws his head back, but immediately brings it back up so that he can watch you with eager eyes. God, does he enjoy watching you.

You push yourself further to fully take in his cock whole, having it nearly touch the back of your tight throat, which causes you to gag. You pull back and stuff your mouth again with his cock, swallowing and humming at points to intensify the sensations. The loud noises you make when your mouth is filled with him are embarrassing, but god he loved the sound of all of it. A string of your saliva that’s connecting from your open mouth to his pink tip appears when you pull away to look back at him.

Fuck, he could feel himself hardening more just by that sight. You wrap your fingers around his wet cock again, easily sliding your hand up and down at a good enough pace.

“Don’t I deserve your cum, Yoongi?” You’re looking at him innocently, bottom lip slightly sticking out as you pout.

He’s gritting his teeth, hips starting to jerk upwards as you start to slow your movements. You giggle at him when you notice him doing it.

“Ah, Yoongi~,” you say in a sweet voice, “I guess I’ll work a little harder.”

You’re already lowering your head down to his crotch again, stopping your hand movements. You take this time to lick along the bulging vein underneath his cock, and then bring your tongue to press it against the slit of his cock. A free hand makes its way down to play with his balls, giving the attention that it also deserves. Yoongi immediately hisses, mumbling a couple swear words under his breath again.

“Y/n,” he groans, face turning slightly red from the heat he’s feeling. He’s had enough of it. He wanted to skip breakfast, take you back to his own apartment. He wanted you all to himself right now. You could be his breakfast instead.

You sat back up straight again, the side of your body against the car seat while you face Yoongi. He keeps his eyes on you, despite you still sliding your hand up and down his cock. You lean over to him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Want your lips on mine,” he mumbles.

You laugh, patting him on the cheek with your free hand.

“I’ll give you one if you wake up, Yoongi.”

Wake up? What?

“Yoongi, you have to wake up.”

‘You’ve got to be kidding me’ is all he thinks.

His dick has already gone limp after knowing this whole fucking thing was a dream. Soon, he found himself regaining consciousness of reality.

“Yoongi,” you’re gently hitting his cheek, “we’re here already let’s go.”

He lifts his head from the window, rubbing the skin of his forehead that was against the glass, then proceeds to rub his eyes. He stretches his arms, inhaling deeply, only to capture the scent of you—the stupid strawberries.

Ah, yes, you. The one he was just dreaming about. He should’ve known that he was dreaming because not once did he ever catch your scent. That scent that he can never seem to get enough of.

He glances over at you with sleepy eyes. You’re watching him carefully, both of your eyes locked.

“You okay, Yoongi?”

“Mm,” he nods his head at you, keeping eye contact, eyes slightly squinting.

He didn’t know what to feel at this moment. Should he be freaking out that he just had another dirty dream about you and is waking up to you? Should he be mad that he was woken up from that dream? Should he be annoyed to see your face, the one person he seems to not really like, when he first woke up? Or should he be happy that he was finally awakened from those dreams that he’s sorta (not really) hoping to go away…?

“Where’s the rest of the boys?” He blurts out, eyes moving away from yours to scan the inside of the car. It felt just like the dream to him.

It was only you and him in the car.

…In the back of the car.

…In close proximity to each other.

…and once again by yourselves….

Before you could answer he interrupts you quickly, “Am I still dreaming?”

You give him a puzzled look, whatever he just said not clicking in your mind.

“No? I think you’re not?” You bring your hand up to his forehead, trying to see if he’s caught something.

“Yoongi are you alright? Did you get enough sleep?”

The touch of your hand causes him to instantly react, face turning a shade of pink as he turns warm. He grips onto your wrist, pulling your hand down and away from him. He brings his head low, not wanting you to see the effect you have on him.

“I’m fine,” he mumbles, “let’s get going already.”

You lift your hands up in defeat, confused at his quick change of mood, scooting over so that you guys could get out of the car.

-

Breakfast was okay.

You and Yoongi didn’t talk much to each other, which is kind of expected. The table was loud, though, and that was all because of the three other boys that came along. It especially got loud when the waiter was slightly flirting with you—in a friendly way. The three boys yelling out “oooh’s” and “ahh’s” whenever the waiter leaves their table after doing such things. You didn’t think much of it, as it really didn’t bother you. He was being a little flirtatious for fun, which was really harmless.

Yoongi, on the other hand, seemed tired of it. Annoyed by how loud you guys would all get. Annoyed at the way the waiter took up so much of your guys’ time. Annoyed by him flirting with you…It was all just annoying. No one really paid attention to him, though, as you guys all knew that’s just the way Yoongi generally is.

The both of you weren’t necessarily expecting for you guys to be immediately buddy-buddy after this get together. Honestly, Yoongi couldn’t really see what Seokjin was picturing when he gave him this idea. It just was another day where he’s being dragged around to places. And it seems like the next destination would be the movie theaters.

“Do I really have to go?” Yoongi’s slowing his pace as you five walk towards the entrance.

“Hyung, didn’t you want to watch this movie?!” Taehyung laughs.

Yoongi grumbles under his breath, “not with you guys!”

“Ah, hyung, no need to hide the fact that you like romance movies. They melt your icy heart away, don’t they?” Jimin jokes, receiving a little slap to his arm by a laughing Hoseok.

You’re giggling to yourself, taking a glance over at Yoongi, hands in his pockets trying to kick around little pebbles. As if he could sense you, he looks up, your eyes meeting each other for a split second before he brings his head low again. Yoongi thought that it was stupid that you were able to make his stomach feel a way just by looking at him.

“You guys can buy the snacks, I’ll get the tickets,” you say as you turn your head away from Yoongi.

They all agree, leaving you to line up at the ticket booth and them to walk over to the other side of the theater. Yoongi, however, decided to read the posters of the movies being shown which were near the ticket booth as well.

“Well hello hello~,” the younger man behind the glass lowly chuckles, “now what can I do for this pretty girl today?”

You scoff at his words with a forced smile. Now, this sort of flirting felt definitely different from the guy from earlier.

“Could I get 5 tickets to this movie?” You ask, pointing at the poster of the film, which was conveniently right next to the ticket booth.

“Only if I can take you out afterwards,” he prompts up his elbows onto the table in front of him, head resting on his fists as he looks at you.

You laugh uncomfortably, “Sorry, but uh—I’m really not interested.”

“Why not? C’mon, I can show you a good time.”

You’re fiddling with your fingers, unsure what to do until you feel someone behind you. An arm slithering behind your back, hand gently gripping the curve of your waist.

“Everything okay here?”

Your eyes slightly widen in shock. It was Yoongi, voice low and a bit gravelly. It was very unexpected of him to be holding you so close to his side.

“Ah, so is this why you aren’t interested? Because of this guy?”

You were about to speak up but Yoongi was surprisingly quick to cut you off.

“C’mon man, she said she’s not interested. Just give us the tickets and we’ll be on our way.”

The man scoffs, printing out the tickets and slowly sliding them underneath the open area of the glass.

“Maybe next time, doll,” he smirks at you, “second door on your left.”

Before you can reach it, Yoongi is already swiftly grabbing the tickets out of the man’s hand, his hold on you already released.

“Not a chance,” Yoongi says, grabbing your hand to walk away.

“Doll, let me know when you get sick of him,” the man raises his voice through the little speaker of his.

Yoongi shakes his head.

“Won’t happen,” he says loud enough for the other guy to hear, dragging you over to the other side where the other boys were waiting.

This whole situation completely caught you off guard. I mean, you’re literally holding hands right now?! And why the hell is he so mad?

It was quiet as you guys walked away, and a little awkward as well.

“Yoongi…thank you for the save but you don’t have to keep holding my hand, you know?” You break the silence as you guys were walking, you being the one walking behind him.

He looks back at you but quickly brings his attention to his front.

“We gotta keep it up to make it look real.”

“Ah,” is all you say, nodding your head.

Who would have thought you’d actually be holding hands with Yoongi—in a non-romantic way, of course. How in the world would he ever like you in that sort of way anyways?

“We should hold hands more often, it makes us quiet,” you jokingly say, knowing that saying this would annoy him.

He stops in his tracks, looking at you like you’re crazy. You stop walking as well and smile innocently at him. You turn your head away and continue walking, making him walk behind you this time with your hand still in his.

“Very funny, y/n, but I have no plans of ever doing this again with you. I was just trying to help—hey,” Yoongi stops talking after running into you, who just suddenly stopped.

Just to make things a little worse, Jimin was standing right in front of you guys. Mouth open, eyes wide in shock. He’s clutching onto his popcorn that’s in his arms.

“Wha—what the fuck,” he points over to your guys hands, “hands?!”

You both look down at your hands and immediately let go. Yoongi scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. His head hangs low, avoiding either of their gazes and he can feel his face getting hotter.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Yoongi mumbles, “I’ll meet you guys in there.”

It’s, once again, quiet as Yoongi walks away. You and Jimin are standing there, not knowing what to say.

“Jimin, it’s really not what you think.”

“You didn’t even bother to tell me you guys were dating?!” Jimin exclaims in a semi-joking tone. Of course this is the first thing he would say. The boy has been all over you and Yoongi for some reason.

“What? No—we’re not dating! The guy at the ticket booth was being really pushy so Yoongi came by to get him to stop.”

“So he stopped him by pretending to be your boyfriend?”

“Pretty much.”

Jimin is looking at you as if you’re talking nonsense, trying to comprehend what the hell was going on.

“I have never seen Yoongi act like that publicly before. You sure you didn’t initiate this whole thing?”

Jimin was absolutely right. Yoongi is definitely not the type of guy to do these things out in public. So, why now?

“Jimin, you really think I would want to drag him into that situation in the first place?”

“I dunno,” Jimin hums, “you guys looked cute together, though.”

You roll your eyes at him with a smile on your face, grabbing his arm so that you guys can get going.

“Shut up,” you mumble.

-

God he felt so embarrassed.

Whatever he did before your guys’ day got cut short, due to you having a class to teach later in the day, was so fucking embarrassing.

He doesn’t understand himself anymore and it’s annoying him.

What in his damn mind caused him to suddenly react like that in front of you and some stranger?!

He brings his hands up to his face, basically face palming himself. He lays back in his swivel chair, groaning out in embarrassment. He couldn’t even work on his mixtape, the thoughts from before fill his mind.

Since when has he become some idiot who does stupid things for a girl? He hasn’t even done anything like that for his band mates or close friends of his. It even came to the point where he can only think of her when he smells or tastes anything strawberry. He’s even got a damn stash of the little strawberry-flavoured candies that you’d usually give him hidden in his drawer.

‘Fuck!’ He mumbles, removing his hands from his face and throwing his arms on his sides.

Maybe he’s confusing his feelings?

‘Yeah, that could be right,’ he internally says.

It could be that he only likes the thought of you being with him in real life since he’s already dreamt of her so much. Like he’s said before, he doesn’t even know you too well, so how could he even develop feelings? They can’t just magically appear, can’t they?

Yoongi sighs, scooting himself closer to his desk so that he can go back to checking up on his songs that he’ll be putting out for his first mixtape. Perhaps ignoring you and putting his energy into something else for now is the best option. He was good at that before, so why can’t he succeed in doing that now? He has a mixtape that he’ll be releasing soon, which means he shouldn’t be thinking of you at all. Right now it is all about work.

He scoffs, thinking about how dramatic him and his thoughts were just a second ago. No one is and has ever distracted him from doing his work. And Yoongi is going to make sure that not even you could ever do that.

Just when his mind was starting to clear up, he hears a knock on his door. His eyes immediately looked for the time on his screen—it was already a little past 9 pm. Yoongi shrugs, combing his slightly overgrown hair back with his fingers, hoping that he’s just hearing things. He relaxes in his chair again, just only hear a female voice saying his name. And it’s a familiar voice that he’s heard plenty of times.

It can’t be…but why?

Yoongi jumps out of his seat, rushing over to his door to open it.

And there you are, right in front of his eyes. A view that he wouldn’t mind seeing everyday…despite him just saying that he wanted to distance himself from you and avoid any distractions. But why can’t he find it in himself to shut the door in your face? Yoongi stares at you, and you do the same but with a confused look and a slightly lifted eyebrow.

“Jimin said you haven’t eaten since we hung out earlier, so he wanted me to drop by some food for you to eat since I’d be passing by from my studio.”

You extend your arm, holding out the take out food in the plastic bag, waiting for him to take it away from you. He doesn’t budge, still staring at you in complete silence.

“You should eat, you know? It’s not good to skip meals, Yoongi.”

You watch him bring his hand up to his other arm, pinching the skin on his forearm.

Not a dream.

You take your free hand and grab his wrist, pulling his hand away to stop his actions.

“Yoongi, stop that—what the heck,” you push yourself into his studio, pulling him along with you.

He shakes his head, bringing himself back from zoning out. He then clears his throat, before speaking up.

“Of course, y/n, you can definitely come right in,” he sarcastically says.

You bring him to his swivel chair, turning around to face him and roll your eyes at him with a little laugh. You take the hand that’s holding him and bring it to his chest, slightly pushing him so that he could take a seat in the chair behind him. You move some of the papers that were scattered on Yoongi’s desk, ignoring his protests. Taking out the small boxes of food in the plastic bag, you set them out on the table for him.

“There,” you moved out of his way and onto the side so that he could scoot in his chair, “go on and eat.”

Instead of digging in right away he watches you make your way to the couch, throwing yourself on there. Yoongi’s zoning out again, and he doesn't know why. I guess he just really can’t help it. The look of you relaxing on the couch while he’s sitting over here where he’s supposed to be working makes him kind of happy inside. Maybe having someone around him while he works wouldn’t be too bad?

You turn your head in his way to check up on him, your eyes meeting his. You tilt your head, confused.

“You okay, Yoongi? You’re not eating!”

It takes him a few seconds before nodding his head, slowly bringing himself back.

“C’mere and eat with me,” he mumbles, “there’s enough food for the two of us and I know you’re probably hungry and tired from your class.”

He’s scratching the back of his neck again, just like how he did earlier. A smile slowly appears on your face, realizing how embarrassed Yoongi is to be asking you this out of nowhere. You shift around the couch, getting back up to walk to Yoongi.

“Wow, what a surprise. The first time you’ve ever been this nice to me,” you say teasingly. You watch him stutter a bit, trying to figure out a better, snappy reply but immediately closing his mouth after his mind goes blank. You laugh at him, who’s sinking in his chair due to embarrassment and defeat.

It was really cute to witness.

-

Not even an hour ago you were just arguing with Yoongi on whether or not you’re falling asleep on his couch after you guys shared some food. He was right, though, you were falling asleep on him while he was going through his mixtape that he told you about.

You kept denying that you were sleepy, eyes closed and words jumbled together. Yoongi would keep repeating his words of “y/n, you’re falling asleep”, which would get you all mad, bottom lip sticking out and all—god he thought it was cute. He enjoyed every second of the bickering.

Now he’s stuck here with you sleeping on his couch, unsure on whether he should be waking you up so that you can rest at your own home or letting you get some rest and staying with you till you wake up. Yoongi turns in his swivel chair to look at you, curled up on your side and facing him. He hums to himself, admiring how pretty you look when you’re sleeping.

He gets up, walking over so that he can crouch right next to you. Yoongi brings his hand up to your face and gently plays with a strand of your hair that’s covering your face, twirling it around his index finger. He pushes that strand of hair behind your ear to keep it from covering your face. He takes his time to study your features—counting the little moles on your face or whether that little slight blush on your face was makeup or not (which didn’t seem to be, since you didn’t appear to be wearing make up). He could even smell your strawberry shampoo or lotion or whatever that you use. It smells good—a scent he wouldn’t mind lingering around him.

God, he felt kinda stupid and weird for doing this and thinking this way about you. I mean, he’s always kind of, sort of hated you for some reason…or no good reason. And now he’s here, heart fluttering and all, with possible feelings for you? You, he assumes, would probably not have any sort of interest in him. With the way he kept treating you in the beginning? He was sure that you would probably laugh in his face if he told you that he had developed some sort of interest in her.

You mumble incoherent words in your sleep, then letting out a big sigh afterwards.

Maybe his thoughts were too loud because you’re slowly starting to wake up. He watches as you scrunch your face, bringing the back of your hand up to rub one of your eyes. You bring that hand back to your chest, where it originally was. There, he could see you trying to open an eye, squinting at him.

“Yoongi?” You sleepily mumble, eyes trying to stay open.

He clears his throat, embarrassed that he forgot to move away.

“Another dream, huh?” You cut him off before he could speak.

You bring up your hands to cover your face from him, which he gets a little upset from.

“Ah, you’re too close again, Yoongi~,” you whined, curling up again.

He’s taken aback by your words, completely shocked about what you said.

Have you been having dreams about him too?

-

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[cinnamongirlrry]

Make a mess of you.

Trope: sub harry x reader

This story contains: dirty talk, mommy kink, exhibitionism (kinda), oral (f receiving), rim job (m receiving)

wc: 1.2k

You were sitting on your bed and flipping through the instagram feed as you saw a notification that one of your friends added something to their private stories. It was a mutual friend of you an harry, who, as far as you know, went to the same club as your boyfriend tonight.

That's why you decided to watch it and what you saw there shocked you. Your partner seemed to be really enjoying himself while giving someone a lap dance on a sofa in the middle of a club with lots of people watching and cheering him on.

His head was thrown back, exposing soft and sweaty skin on his neck. With his eyes shut as he tries to focus on pleasure, and his lips curved into a satisfied smile, he looked absolutely breathtaking.

Others probably wouldn’t understand your reaction, but you have already discussed your boundaries in a relationship so the little show he put on there wasn’t a big deal. Even though you were a little jealous you were still very turned on by his stunt. Seeing your man grinding against someone else’s crotch and looking incredibly satisfied made you instantly wet.

You watched the video over and over again, each time noticing something new about his face and body. The sight of your beautiful slutty man made your pussy throb and you let out an involuntary moan.

“Hey, Y/N”. Harry says as he interns to your flat. When he hears your soft whine instead of greeting, he heads to the bedroom as quickly as possible. He sees a completely naked body in front of him, your legs are spread, your chest is breathing heavily and your finger is tracing slow circles around your clit.

“Oh god you finally came.” you say while you’re still trying to reach your orgasm. “Can I help you, darling?” Harry asks as he walks over to your bed and you instantly nod at his suggestion. He goes down on you and licks up your slit, leaving kisses all over your folds. Harry starts to teasing your clit slowly with the tip oh his tongue.

You pull back his hair with a strong grip."If you keep teasing me, you won't cum today. Do you understand me?” To which he quickly nods and tries to get back to eating you out. “Use your words, baby”, you remind him. “Yes, mommy.” He whimpers, lips glistening from your arousal. “I understood you”. You look at him proudly, “That's a good boy. Now you can continue."

He starts sucking your clit with perfect pace and pressure. You can feel him moaning as he sends vibrations to your clit. You can feel your orgasm getting closer. The familiar tightening in your stomach, legs starting to tremble and your chest is breathing heavily. “Fuck, Harry. Doing so good for me. Always so good at pleasing me.” You hear his little and whining "mommy" while he's still trying to make you cum.

“Holy fuck, baby. I’m cumming.” The second later you come hard on his tongue. A loud moan escaped your opened mouth. It was an absolutely incredible feeling of release. Harry lies down next to you and you start kissing passionately, finally achieving what you both so desperately wanted all day. Touches of affection and desire.

“What got you so worked up, honey?”Harry tries to ask between your rough kisses. “I saw a video where you gave a lap dance to someone in a club. It made me fucking dripping. I bet you liked it a lot, didn't you?” He looks at you with glossy eyes and says “Yes, but I imagined you in his place. I wanted to rub myself against you. I wanted you to whisper in my ear what a good boy I am for you.”

You aw at him and start stroking his already hard nipples through his shirt. “Seems like that little whore ass has been craving attention all this time, hasn't it, honey? Harry moaned at your slightly mocking tone. “Yes, mommy, want you to play with my bum.” That's how you ended up here. “Harry, honey, can you lift up your hips for me?”

You smooth your palms over Harry’s bum, down the backs of his thighs. “Fuck, Harry” You settle in the V of Harry’s legs and his heart is rabbiting because breath is hot and he knows what you’re going to do. You start leaving a pecks all over his back. Then you lean down and press a kiss to Harry’s rim, your lips warm and wet and Harry’s lungs have given up, at this point.

“God Harry, so beautiful,” His thighs are trembling beneath hands and he feels like he’s falling but he doesn't want you to stop ever. You lick over his hole slowly, taking your time, and Harry’s skin is burning at everywhere you touch him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. But then your tongue is gone and Harry whines into the sheets because he wants it back.

“Can I flip you over? Wanna see how pretty you look when I make a mess of you.” Your voice is soft but undeniably feral. He’s beautiful. His pupils are wide and his cheeks flushed. “Y/N.,” Harry says, voice shaking, “please tongue, please”. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna ruin you.” Harry whimpers. Yes, he wants it like never wanted anything before. You dip your tongue into his hole deep, licking at his walls.

All harry can do is gasp and whine. You add more pressure and start fucking his hole with your tongue faster and slicker and Harry’s precum dripping over his tummy. “Fuck, mommy, fuck, please.” Harry just can’t stop squirming, whining and begging for more. You twist your tongue inside him which makes him even more of an empty-headed mess, who can only focus on the sounds you make around his hole and the feeling of complete bliss.

You continue to move your tongue and harry feels tears come to his eyes. “Please, mommy, need to cum, please.” With your free hand, you find his cock and start stroking at the same pace as your tongue moves. Harry feels the ground slip from under his feet. He wants this moment to never end but at the same time he really wants to cum.

“Mhm I’m close”, a barely audible mutter comes out of his mouth. You squeeze the head of his cock while you say "My good boy, so good for me, need you to cum". Tears are running down his cheeks and he can't breathe or speak properly. “Mommy, I’m cumming”, he lets out a loud, desperate moan.”

His sperm splashes on your hand, sheets and on his stomach. «Oh my fucking god. I’ve never felt soo good” He says while still trying to calm after his intense orgasm. You gently wipe the tears from his cheek with your thumb “You look so pretty, honey. Such a good boy for me.” Harry smiles sweetly as he says in a raspy , broken voice "Can I do the same to you next time, mommy?”

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[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Oubliette (3x08)

Trigger warnings: for references to child abuse, child sexual abuse, trauma-related violence.

She watches him sitting on the edge of her bed as he patiently waits for her to be ready to look at the photograph hidden in his pocket. Her eyes close as the sun from the window warms her face. In the light of day is the only way she can do this, she realizes: see a face she’s so desperately tried to forget in the dark. 

“I can only imagine how difficult this has been for you,” Agent Mulder admits. “It’s understandable you want to forget. But Lucy, sometimes remembering can help too.”

Lucy scoffs. “Remembering has never helped me before…”

She’s seven, laughing while playing Duck Duck Goose outside in the sun with her neighborhood friends. 

She’s eight, sleeping peacefully in her bed when a stranger slaps a sweaty hand over her mouth and whispers, “no one’s gonna spoil us.”

She’s nine, hiding in a corner when he blinds her with the camera’s flash. 

She’s ten, sobbing on the floor as he steals her innocence for the first time.

She’s eleven, falling to pieces when her cries for her mama continue to go unanswered. 

She’s twelve, clenching her fists in anger until her palms bleed.

She’s thirteen, hitting him over the head with a coffee mug and kicking him in the crotch, before climbing the ladder and finally, finally escaping. 

She’s fourteen, sixteen, eighteen… and she is numb.

She’s twenty, slinging rock and selling her body for money—

“Lucy?”

She gasps as her eyes snap open. 

She’s thirty, falling to pieces all over again.

“Lucy, do you need a minute?”

“I’m fine,” she manages to say around the lump in her throat. “You can show him to me now.”

“He’s probably changed a lot over the last seventeen years. Did you even know his name?” Agent Mulder carefully asks as he slides the 8x10 across her blanket. 

Lucy shakes her head. His name never mattered, only how unsafe his presence made her feel. 

“Carl Wade,” the agent continues “He worked as a photographer’s assistant. School pictures mostly. That’s where he saw Amy Jacobs.”

She’s shaking as she stares at the photo of the man who turned her childhood dreams into nightmares. Earlier, she’d told Agent Mulder not to touch her. That she doesn’t like to be touched, because she rarely trusts anyone not to hurt her. But she regrets that now. This man is kind, caring. Somehow she trusts he would never hurt her. 

“So what do you want from me?” 

Her voice cracks alongside her resolve. She hates being vulnerable; it makes her weak. That’s why drugs and sex work felt freeing to Lucy. She got to choose her john, held the power to give them permission before they used her, then got high to forget it.

She’s clean now and has worked really damn hard to turn her life around. Figures her past would fuck it up somehow. 

“I want you to tell me what you’re going through,” he suggests gently. “It might feel good to tell somebody.”

Her eyes flick up to meet his. “I feel like it’s happening all over again.”

She barely survived this Carl Wade the first time.

“You can actually feel what she’s going through, can’t you?” 

Lucy wants to laugh at how crazy that sounds, but the pleading look in the agent’s green eyes urges her to admit the truth. 

“I don’t want to go through this again.” 

“Lucy, she needs your help.”

“There’s nothing I can do,” she says automatically, but as soon as the words leave her lips, it dawns on her that it might not be true anymore.

Because she feels her again: Amy, invading her body, filling her up with a familiar fear so strong she nearly chokes on it. 

“Lucy…”

Car doors slamming outside the halfway house send Agent Mulder down the stairs, leaving Lucy alone with that goddamn picture.

She wasn’t lying to him before when she’d said she didn’t know where Amy was, or that she couldn’t help her. She can barely help herself. But she can’t ignore the overwhelming weight of remembering the evil of Wade pressing down on her. The same weight Amy is feeling right now.

A sudden urge to flee pulls her to her feet. Like an invisible string, Amy’s panic wraps itself around Lucy’s chest and tugs.

She has to go. It’s all so clear now. She has to go back. Through the woods, through the house — into the dark. Maybe she was never meant to leave it at all.

Lucy hears the other Feds arguing with Agent Mulder downstairs. Something about how her blood from her nose bleed at work was mixed with Amy’s blood. They think she’s working with Wade. That she’s done something awful to the girl. But they don’t know, have no fucking idea what unspeakable things she’d do to Wade now if she could. They don’t know what it’s like to feel fear so intense for so long it becomes part of you. 

Like how she has become part of Amy.

Lucy’s heart races. Agent Mulder is right. She and Amy share a special connection through their kidnapper: the fucking monster who ruined her life and forced her to waste half of it rotting away in darkness.  

She walks around her bed, slowly picks up the glossy image of Wade’s face, and rips it in half.

Tears blur her vision as she opens the window and climbs down the fire escape. Lucy has accepted the dark is where she’s been forced to fight for survival, ever since the night that bastard crept into her pretty pink bedroom and stole her from her bed. But no one else should have to. Her feet hit pavement and she’s instantly transported back there, stuck in that pitch-black hellhole, trembling with bone deep chills and never ending terror. 

Maybe thirteen-year-old Lucy never actually escaped after all. 

But maybe Amy Jacobs can. 

Maybe, the only way to end a nightmare is to dream it all over again. 

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