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cheriskindaclueless · 3 months

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GIRLS ---- ౨ৎ 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾ℴ𝓁ℴ

---- ౨ৎ matthew sturniolo x fem!reader

✩ cw ---- smut, oral sex (fem! receiving), profanity, finger fucking, getting off from female pleasure??, unprotected sex, (p) in (v) sex, use of 'y/n'

✩ synopsis ---- matt couldn't handle keeping his hands off you anymore, and wants to treat you right

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---- ౨ৎ WALKING down the stairs, leaving the guest room, you rub harshly at your eyes as you turn the light on. adjusting to the newfound brightness at nearly one in the morning. opening the fridge, you narrow your eyes, glancing at the few food options.

closing the door with nothing in hand, you jump slightly. finding matt leaning against the counter, gazing at you.

"jesus," you mumbled, meeting his eyes. "scared the fuck out of me."

he grins at you, "can't sleep?" he asked curiously. his eyes dancing over your body. his face turning a pretty shade of pink when he realizes how little is covered on you. your high waisted shorts paired with a low cut tank top contrast nicely with how you prance around his kitchen.

keeping your eyes on him, you can notice how more and more restless he grows as he stands there. gaze glued to your body. "not really," i shrugged. walking over to the pantry.

as you stepped away from the pantry, you look around, finding that matt had disappeared from the room. frowning to yourself, you pull a granola bar out of a box and unwrap it. eating it before throwing away your trash and curiously going to matt's bedroom.

you were confused as to why he asked you something, and then right when you answered he practically vanished into thin air. walking up to his door, you stop. hesitant as to what you should do.

if he randomly left, surely he had a reason. right?

letting out a soft sigh, you back away from his door and head back to the guest room. closing the door behind you, you frowned.

sitting on the bed, you looked at the tv as it played some brain rotting show on mute. you don't know how long you sit there until there's a knock on your door.

curiously standing up, you pull the door open. revealing matt on the other side, disheveled. his eyes looked droopy, and he mumbled something along the lines of "not able to keep control," in a low, raspy voice. you furrow your brows, confused at what he's going on about; until his lips are smashed against yours.

he mumbles something incoherently as he grabs your jaw, keeping his lips on yours. you quickly fell in the kiss, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth.

matt moans softly against your tongue, and you pull back slightly. "what are you doing-"

you had just now processed that your best friend just barged in and shoved his tongue down your throat. and you were undeniably confused. the kiss had you melting as if you were a cube of ice on a warm day, but you had no idea what the fuck just happened.

"i cant stop myself, baby." he whispered, searching his eyes. "wanna taste you so bad."

his words sent you into a daze, you cupped his cheeks and hungrily pulled him back into a kiss. it felt wrong, but you couldn't tell yourself no. you wanted him too.

"jump," he mumbled against your lips, and you obliged. jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist. matt's hands gripped tightly on your thighs, stabling you and not breaking away from the kiss.

it felt like heaven and hell on earth as he backed you up to the bed, dropping you down on your back. he pulled away from your lips, and gently trailed kisses down your neck. his eyes glued on yours as he slowly travelled down your body.

hurriedly, you pull your tank top up over your head. you were already seeing stars as matt delicately marked up your body.

matt pressed a sloppy kiss against your chest, right above your breast. he never once took his eyes off you as he slid his hands down to grip your hips.

his lips ghosted over your skin and he made his way closer to your cunt. gently kissing above the hemline of your shorts.

you whined softly, growing impatient. he smirks up at you, "tell me what you want, baby." he smiles, his fingers playing with the fabric.

dropping your head back, you moaned desperately. rubbing your thighs together. matt tightens his hand around your thigh, shoving it away to separate them. "hm?" he hums lightly. pressing a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh, trying to get an answer out of you.

"matt, please.." you whispered, meeting his eyes. he smiles up at you before effortlessly tugging your shorts and your panties down your legs. throwing them and letting them pool on the floor.

he drags his fingers along your core, "so wet already, hm baby?" matt meets your eyes. bringing the tips of his fingers up to his mouth, licking off your slick with his eyes glued on yours.

the few seconds his skin made contact with yours sent you off the wall. you felt vulnerable, laying in his guest room completely naked as he hovers over you.

without warning, he sticks two of his fingers into your pussy. a loud gasp escaping your throat. he pumps his fingers in and out of you with ease, while you clench your eyes shut.

he pulls away, but quickly replaces the vacant spot with his tongue. you can feel his eyes burning into your skin as he goes down on you. his nose brushes up against your clit perfectly.

your hands wrapped around his hair tightly, bucking your hips up into his face. opening your eyes you can see him losing his composure against you. he moans into your cunt, sending vibrations through your body as you moan back.

matt grows more restless at the sounds you make, and he absentmindedly grinds his hips against the bed; causing him to moan again.

he moves his lips up, sucking harshly on your clit. your moans only eliciting more pleasure through him. he grinds down onto the bed again, slowly gaining a rhythm as he gets himself off.

"fuck matt-" you moaned, dropping your head back again. "m' close-" you bucked your hips up again, sending him into a dazed state.

he pushes you through your high, and drags his tongue up your slit. he looks up at you, his lips red and puffy. matt keeps his eyes on you before quickly pulling down his pajama pants and his boxers.

your eyes drop down as his hard on springs up, drenched in precum. "fuck.." you mumbled under you breath, meeting his eyes before looking back down.

matt hovers over you, lining his hips up with yours. you were still slightly overstimulated but you didn't care at this point. you wanted him to take you as his own.

his eyes search yours, he didn't want to go to far. and you nod vigorously the second he looks at you.

slowly, he pushes his cock into your cunt, one hand gripping your hip. a low moan escapes your throat as he bottoms out. he meets your eyes again before pulling back and thrusting into you.

you moaned, dropping your head back. digging it into the pillow. you tensed around him with each thrust, wrapping your legs around his waist so he can go deeper.

matts hand reached up, and he grabbed you by the chin. "look at me, princess," he huffed with a smile. his thrusts growing more and more sloppy. "i want you to watch me while i do this to you. wanna see you enjoy it." voice getting lower and more faint with every passing word. you met his eyes without protest, your breath beginning to catch in your throat.

he drags his thumb over your parted lips, making you moan before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

you struggle keeping your lips with his as each thrust untangles you further. you were loosing yourself entirely underneath him, and you wanted nothing else.

"mmm fuck," matt mumbles against your skin. "cum with me baby.."

you came undone on his twitching member. he lets loose inside you, but doesnt pull back. he sits there and stares out you for what felt like hours, before leaning down and whispering against your neck.

"ive been waiting to do this for so long, y/n." he mumbled. his breath hot, sending a tingly feeling throughout your body. he presses a soft kiss to your neck, before pulling out and kissing your lips once more.

౨ৎ ---- cher

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m00nlight-ramblings · 1 month

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As a famous singer, you find yourself at the same terrible party as Hozier, but you two decide to do something about it.

Pairing: fem reader x Hozier

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, p in v (protected) sex, fingering, 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who waited for this one...I'm so sorry it took so long. Please enjoy, and remember, my inbox is open for requests!

This party sucked.

Somehow, at one of the biggest album release parties of the year, you found yourself bored out of your mind, sipping on a weak gin and tonic. Leaning against a corner wall, the bass of the music from the DJ vibrated through you as you watched other people dance – your bandmates were somewhere amongst them, but for whatever reason, you just weren’t feeling it. Maybe you were just in a mood, maybe it was the music (one good song for every ten awful ones), but you sipped your drink, checking your phone every so often until it became a polite time to excuse yourself. You could already taste the revelry of getting back to your house before midnight – pajamas, Thai takeout, and scrolling aimlessly on your phone while Grey’s Anatomy reruns played in the background.

Suddenly, you saw a head bobbing around the others in the crowd – standing what seemed like almost a full foot above everyone else, his thick, curly hair pulled back in a half bun, he smiled and tilted his head to the music distractedly. Your breath hitched for a moment as you saw him – you had seen Hozier at countless red carpets and events in the past year it seemed, but he was also more handsome than the last time. He turned his head and your eyes locked, making you blush, and making him smile. He gently pressed a hand on someone’s back to alert that he was making his way behind him.

As if the giant could ever go unnoticed.

“Hi,” He said as he landed next to you, sipping from his drink. Something brown and in a rocks glass, one giant ice cube anchoring the liquid.

Of course.

“I feel like I needed to come over and speak to you – we seem to orbit each other at basically every red carpet this year.” He spoke, seemingly reading my mind. You smiled.

“That’s funny – I was just thinking that.”

Hozier nodded and his eyes scanned the crowd before landing back at you. It was like he was staring into your soul. Extending a hand, he smiled, “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m –”

“I know who you are,” You admitted, somewhat bashfully as you shook his hand. “I’m a big fan. I’m–”

“I know who you are,” He echoed, a smirk playing on his lips mischievously, “I’m a big fan.”

You could feel your blush deepen as his smooth words washed over you. His accent was enough for you to want to drop your panties, and his smile was already sending your head upside down.

“Your ‘Best New Artist’ win was well deserved,” He continued. “Your album was one of my favorites this year. Selfishly, I hope you guys are working on another one.”

“Wow, thank you,” You breathed, your heart thumping in your chest, “That means a lot coming from one of like, the best lyricists of our generation.”

“Ah,” Hozier waved his hand, bashful, “Come now.”

You cocked an eyebrow and smiled, “You’re going to write something like ‘I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found, I'd be the choiceless hope in grief, that drove him underground’ and not expect to be considered that?”

He simply shrugged and sipped his drink. He was blushing, embarrassed.

“This album was also very good,” He changed the subject, speaking of the current album release party. He cleared his throat, “Even though this party sucks.”

You laughed and gently grabbed his forearm in agreement, “Yes! What is that about?!”

“I think it’s the DJ,” He admitted, leaning into you, “The guys releasing this album are buddies of mine, but I’m starting to think if I need to end our friendship based on the DJ they picked for this party.”

“The music he’s playing is making me feel old,” You admitted, “I don’t know any of the songs, and I don’t seem to really like it, either. Is this what our parents feel like when we were listening to Good Charlotte and Britney Spears?”

“Not mine. My mom loves Good Charlotte.” His eyes twinkled.

You laughed. Your eyes fell on your bandmates dancing to the music, obviously drunk off of the expensive beer being served at the open bar. You were acutely aware of Hozier standing next to you, his heat seemingly radiating.

“Is it an inappropriate time to tell you that I think you look beautiful tonight?” He asked, his breath warm on your ear as he leaned down to whisper it. Shivers were sent down your back as he spoke. You turned your head and looked at him, trying to play it cool with the smile that played on your lips.

“Probably not, considering how I’ve been thinking about how handsome you look since I saw you from across the room tonight.” You retorted, titling your head. He smiled and nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd.

“I’m reminded of your beauty every time I see you at events,” Hozier said, his hand finding the small of your back, “And, admittedly, every time I scroll your Instagram feed.”

You laughed, “Hozier is my internet stalker, eh?”

“Can you blame me? That number you had on at the Grammy’s this year?” He made a face, whistling, “It took every ounce of strength not to follow your account as soon as you were done presenting on stage.”

“Do you want to get out of here?” You asked, almost interrupting him. He seemed taken aback, so you tried to backtrack, “I mean…in a bit. We could go somewhere where…the DJ doesn’t suck? After we finish our drinks.”

Hozier quickly chucked back the rest of his drink, putting the glass on the nearest table. “Let’s go.” He took your hand as you chugged the rest of yours as well, finding the spot next to his glass for yours.

He guided you through the party, his hand never leaving the small of your back. You felt heat rushing through you as you made your way to front door, and Hozier handed the valet his ticket. He turned to you.

“Did you drive here?”

You shook your head. “Car service.”

“Great. We can take my car then.”

As the valet pulled up in a sleek Audi, Hozier thanked him and handed him a large bill as a tip. He waited until you were situated in your seat before he slid into the driver’s side, closing his door and pulling into traffic. Some sort of blues-y jazz was coming through the speakers softly.

“So where are you kidnapping me to, Mr. Internet Stalker?” You teased, looking out the window at the lights of downtown L.A.

He smiled, “My hotel,” His voice was a low purr. You exchanged a glance as he leaned his head forward, in explanation, “The bar there is really nice. Live jazz band tonight. It’s mellow.”

You nodded and smiled. As your heart raced, you were trying to calm yourself down, fiddling with the clasp on the purse in your lap. Hozier’s arm was resting on the console in between you, and every so often, his hand inched closer to you. By the time he pulled into the swanky hotel parking lot, his large hand was resting gently on your thigh.

Your stomach was in excited knots.

After another valet exchange, Hozier took your hand and led you inside the hotel. It was grand and beautiful – a $500/night type place. To the right of the entrance was a beautiful restaurant, speakeasy in style. As promised, a four-piece band was set up in the corner of the bar, playing soft tunes and creating the atmosphere of an underground jazz club.

“Told you,” Hozier said, raising his eyebrows playfully, “And the drinks are great as well. Had one before the release party.”

“It’s really nice.” You awkwardly agreed. Hozier stopped for a moment, his face unreadable. He stood before you.

“I also have a minibar upstairs in my room, if you want something to drink.”

“Oh, that sounds much better.” The coil in your belly was itching to be sated, and you didn’t know how much you could play this cat-and-mouse game of will they/won’t they. For a moment, a darkness of lust flickered in his eyes, but he simply smiled and took your hand, leading you to the elevator. He scanned his room card and pressed the button to the top floor.

The air in the elevator was thick, heavy. You both stood facing the door, saying nothing. As the doors open and he led you to his suite, your heartbeat doubled in time. Flicking the lights on, he shut the door behind you, placing the lock in it’s place.

It took all of 30 seconds before your bodies crashed together, teeth clacking and moans erupting.

Hozier grabbed you and pushed your floor length dress up so they he was able to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed. Your arms snaked around his neck, fingers finding their way into his hair. You pulled back slightly, your breath ragged already.

“So what the fuck do I call you?” You asked, breathlessly.

Confused, he looked at you, “What?”

“I need to know what I’m saying when I scream your name later…is it Hozier, or is it Andrew?”

He barked out a laugh and bit your lip, “Andrew. Andrew is fine.” He pressed his lips on yours again, dropping on top of you as he guided you to the bed. His large hands ran their way up and down your waist, palming at the skin on your body. He was moaning, grunting into the kiss, as your tongues danced together. You felt his hands leave your waist and slip your heels off, your toes already curling.

Andrew pulled away and slipped off the tweed suit jacket he was wearing. He looked down at you as he shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“So fucking beautiful,” He murmured, pressing hot kisses down your neck. “So fucking sexy. Every time I see you.”

You moaned and pressed your hips to him slightly, causing him to gasp lightly in surprise. He kissed down your neck, to your collarbone, gently slipping the thin straps of your dress off of your shoulders. Licking a stripe from your neck to just above your breasts, he smiled, looking at you.

“Fuck,” You breathed, looking down at him. You watched as he stood, slipping off his shoes and socks next to the bed. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and slipped that off, revealing his thin, hairy chest. He was lean, built lithly but strong. Biting your lip, you stifled a moan. He was on you once again, pulling you into a kiss, his hand cradling the back of your neck. His other hand made quick work of the zipper on the back of your dress, and he shimmed it down, before sliding it off of you completely.

Revealing the intricate…shapewear…you wore underneath.

For a moment, both of you stopped breathing, looking down at the ugly, functional corset that covered your body. Embarrassed, you pressed your lips together before looking back at Andrew. Suddenly, both of you were in hysterics.

“I really wish I was wearing some sexy lingerie right about now.” You said, throwing your head back and cackling. Andrew laughed and peppered kisses on your cheeks, shaking his head as he undid the shapewear and took that off as well.

“That was brilliant,” He said, wiping a tear away from laughing, “What a fuckin’ reveal.” As he took it off, you were completely nude, your skin softly pressed against his fingers. He groaned as he took you in, “That’s much better.” His voice was back to husky, low.

He kissed you once more before his fingers found their way to your clit, spreading your legs gently. He didn’t take his eyes off of you as his fingers felt your wetness. Quickly, he inserted two fingers, pushing his long digits all the way in. You moaned and furrowed your brow as he didn’t move for a moment, letting you adjust.

“You’re so wet for me already, darlin’.” He purred, his forehead on yours. You whimpered and nodded. He started to pump inside of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Immediately you started to squirm, which made me smile.

“Jesus Christ, Andrew.” You said, your eyes flickering to his fingers moving in and out of you. Heat rose in you as you watched him, the pleasure evident on his face as he licked his lips. When your eyes found his again, you found him looking at you, and not his handiwork.

“I love seeing you like this,” He said plainly, “You’re so beautiful when you squirm.”

He increased his speed, causing you to buck your hips. He nodded, his eyes twinkling, as he continued to pleasure you with his fingers. He leaned down to kiss you – a hot, open-mouthed kiss, with his tongue finding yours immediately. You moaned into it as he curved his fingers inside of you and took your bottom lip in his mouth, sucking gently. Pulling away, he dipped his head and moved his tongue to your hardened nipple, sucking on the bud as your body started to convulse under him.

The coil in your belly was tightening, and fast. Your hips started to buck faster, your wetness pooling out on to his fingers. You started to repeat his name like a prayer, and as you moved closer to the edge, your hand found its way into his hair again, tugging lightly.

“I’m close.” You whimpered.

“I know,” He smiled, moving his mouth to your ear, “Come for me. Be a good girl.”

You gasped slightly at his words as the coil snapped, bucking your hips one last time before your orgasm sent waves of pleasure through you. You moaned loudly, gripping the back of his head tightly as he bit down on your earlobe, never stopping his fingers inside of you.

“That’s it,” He groaned, his voice raspy, “That’s it, pretty girl. Give it all to me. Show me how pretty you are when you come for me.”

Your head swam and your heart raced, your eyes squeezed shut because you could focus. The pleasure that was spreading through you was warm, electric – it was one of the best orgasms you had ever had, and it was only with his fingers.

Jesus Fuckin’ Christ.

After a few moments, Andrew slipped his fingers out, causing you to open your eyes, your breath coming in heaving pants. He was smiling, obviously proud. Slowly, he licked his digits as he stood, moaning.

“Jesus, you taste delicious.” He said, looking at you. He undid the button and zipper on his pants, the obvious tent of his arousal very evident before he slipped them off. Down came his pants and boxer briefs, his large member springing free, wet with precum. He made his way over to a duffle bag thrown on a chair in the corner of the room and rifled through it, finally emerging with a condom in between his fingers. Opening it quickly, he slid it on himself, pumping himself a few times as he walked back to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Are you ready?” He asked, straddling himself in front of you, continue to stroke himself.

“Actually, if you’re not inside of me within the next few seconds I might lose my fucking mind.” You said, watching him. It was silly, but seeing him touch himself in front of you like that made him seem like a god. He smiled and crawled on top of you, slowly positioning himself at your entrance. As his tip teased your wet folds, you whimpered.

Finally, Andrew slid himself inside of you in a single thrust, his forehead finding yours again. Your moans filled the room, and as he started to pump inside of you, the familiar numb feeling of being filled spread throughout you.

“So good,” You said, closing your eyes and pressing your head to the pillow, “So, so good, Andrew.”

“That’s it,” He said, his breath hitching, “Wanna make you feel good. You make my cock feel so good.” He dipped his head in the crook of your neck as he started to slowly increase his pace, finding himself deeper inside of you. The sound of your wet skin slapping together filled the room, matched only by your breathy groans and his primal grunts.

“Fuck!” You shrieked, Andrew finding a particular spot that made your vision fuzzy. Andrew tilted his head up to look at you and he smiled.

“Yeah? Right there, darlin’?” He asked. You nodded, your brows knitted together. His hand found your chin, holding it roughly, “You like it when I fuck you right there?” You nodded again but he shook his head, “Lemme hear you say it, baby.” He gently commanded.

“Fuck. Yes, Andrew, right there!” You said, unable to take your eyes off of him. His eyes darkened as he continued to fuck you, his face flushing.

“My name sounds so good on your lips.” He groaned, continuing to pump in you. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he continued to hit your spot. His hand moved from your chin to your tits, and as he pinched your hardened nipples, you moaned. His thrusts became erratic, irregular.

“You’re close already, aren’t you?” You toyed with him, taking a moment to bite down on his bottom lip, “My pussy so good you’re gonna come for me?”

“Fuck,” He barked, furrowing his brows, “You’re so fucking tight…you’re so wet…I’m gonna come soon. I’m close,” His face flushed deeper as he stared into your eyes, making your heart thunder in your chest. Suddenly, he squeezed his eyes shut, his head thrown back, voice parted in a silent moan.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, the condom filling with his orgasm. He jerked his hips, almost a spasm, as he moaned your name. His hands gripped the pillows on either side of you, his biceps flexing. You smiled as he finally opened his eyes, almost in submission as he rode out his orgasm. Your hands found their way to his back, gripping him and bringing him closer.

A few moments went by as he stayed inside of you, trying to catch up with his breathing. He placed gentle kisses on your cheek lazily, finally rolling out of you. Standing, he quickly made his way to the bathroom to toss the condom and clean himself up, but laid next to you again, scooping you up in his arms.

“You’re fucking incredible.” He murmured in your ear, his Irish accent coming out with his tired demeanor. You giggled and looked at him, brushing a sweaty lock of hair behind his ear.

“I’m really glad that party sucked so bad,” You said. He chuckled, his eyes still closed. Opening one, he looked down at you.

“Me too…” He paused for a moment, drawing you closer, “Though, even if that party was fun, I still would’ve made my way over to you.”

“Yeah?”

Andrew nodded and shifted so he was propping himself up on his elbow, “Yeah. I had been trying to muster up the courage for like…three awards shows to come over and say hi to you, now. Months worth of time.” He was somewhat bashful. You blushed.

“Well I’m glad you did.”

“Me too.” He reached out and started to brush his fingers through your hair, and you couldn’t help the fluttering in your chest.

That party sucked. But you were glad it did.

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A/N: I'm actually kind of obsessed with their banter and relationship...should I make this multiple parts?! I was originally only planning on doing this as a oneshot but I kind love them (teehee).

As always, comments and reblogs mean a lot if you liked this one <3 Thanks for reading

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targaryen-dynasty · 3 months

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THE DEVIL'S ADVOCATE.

Antichrist!Aemond Targaryen x female Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; dub con, p in v, fingering (with gloves 😮‍💨), dacryphilia, choking, degrading, unprotected sex, power imbalance, female reader

WORDS: 4.7 K

NOTES: Yes, this is based on American Horror Story Apocalypse. Michael Langdon is just so *phew* that I had to adapt it to Aemond. This is so self indulgent, I'm not even sorry. @kaelabear you're getting the special taglist. @arcielee thank you for beta reading this! <3

You have lost track of how many days, months, or even years have passed since your arrival in Outpost 3, and gods, you’d give it all right away to be back in one of the holding cells the government had put you in around the time the bombs rained down over King’s Landing.

Even though you received the status as a purple upon your arrival, therefore placing you to the upper-class elites specifically selected for survival, you couldn’t be worse off. At least there you’ve been allowed to do your own thing – as far as the confines allowed you to.

The nutritional cubes they serve you are rationed, with Ms. Misery announcing they’ll have to ration them even further in the next days, and on top of being hungry and bored, you haven’t had a good fuck in quite the while.

Sexual contact, or any kind of copulation, is strictly forbidden, and you’ve witnessed firsthand what it means to break Miserys’ rules – not that you’d make any moves on the other residents occupying the former exclusive boys school anyways.

It’s only been you and your hand, sometimes even your pillow, from the very beginning on until now, and truth be told? You’re sick of it.

At some point you’ve stopped getting yourself off, only because your body longed for physical contact, for someone else’s body on your own.

And what certainly doesn’t help with your misery is the mysterious man that arrived just a few days ago.

When he introduced himself as Targaryen, you knew his arrival was something that came partnered with power. As much as you would have liked to focus on his speech to campaign himself, you found it was far too difficult to care about humanity being on the brink of failure when the man telling you about it was so, so damn easy on the eyes.

Just the sight of his sharp features, regardless of a part of them being concealed by a black eyepatch, has been enough to make your mouth water. And when your eyes traveled lower, taking in the way his black slacks all but hugged his toned thighs, all was lost for you.

You’ve been grateful that Laenor pounced on him to be interviewed first, wanting to see if he'd be worthy enough to be relocated to the so-called sanctuary, because you certainly would have jumped Targaryens’ bones right then and there.

His alluring aura, the dominance radiating off of him – it all are factors that drive your aching body to insanity. and the nights that followed you found your relief more than once with the image of him flashing right before your eyes.

Some time has passed in which you’ve barely seen him around, only hearing of him through the stories of the other residents that have been interviewed by him; now it’s your turn to warm the large chair standing in front of the imposing Mahogany desk.

It’s the door behind you sliding open that lets your heart drop into the pit of your stomach, and you fidget with your fingers to stop yourself from turning around. You don’t want to be caught staring in the first few seconds already.

You hear your name fall past his lips so smoothly it sends a shiver down your spine. You give in to the temptation and watch him step inside with an air of mellow gratification, prowling around the desk until he eventually sits down in the empty seat across from you.

“There’s no need to be nervous,” he purrs, a glint of mischief dancing in his eye.

There comes no reply from you, instead you continue to fumble with your fingers, looking at what you assume to be your file splayed out on the desk in front of him.

It’s the dismissive hum that rumbles in his chest that finally piques your interest, and when your gaze settles on him again, you spot him touch his chin thoughtfully as his eye skimps over the pages, seeming as if he’s reading it for the first time.

The red gloves he wears stand in stark contrast to the otherwise colorless rest of his outfit, your gaze drawn to them like a moth to a flame. He has worn them upon his arrival already; the smooth leather shining in the dim light of the candles makes your mind wander to more indecent things.

He tilts his head up again to meet your gaze, his smooth and calming voice ringing out. “Your genetic profile would appear to be favorable, so you can say that this interview is solely conducted as a… precaution.” Though it’s meant to be reassuring, the deliberate pause he makes doesn’t seem convincing.

His words make you frown. “What for?” you ask, and you curse yourself for how blunt and bold your voice sounds. “Aren’t you in need of relocating the last few people that pass on good genes, now that this is the last outpost standing?”

The genuine laugh he offers you prompts you to lean back in your seat, juxtaposing the way he leans forwards in his. Something in the arrogance that radiates off of him, and the smug smirk he has on his lips, feeds your irritation.

“Doesn’t seem like you can afford to be picky,” you snap back at him.

He licks his lips, and although it’s not longer than a second, your mind immediately drifts off to think about how it would feel between your legs, how he would feel between them. You try to be subtle as you shift in your seat, barely moving enough to soothe the aching that blooms at the apex of them.

“We’re making the selections as carefully as possible,” he counters. The paper of your file is pinched between his index and thumb, rubbing it between the pads of his fingers. “We need to ensure the survival of humanity, and I’m sure you understand that we have to look for a certain level of ambition in the people we choose.”

Even though his explanation is vague, and doesn’t make much sense to you, it is strangely appealing. The word ambition is such a broad term that could mean anything from career-minded to cutthroat, yet you still have to figure out exactly what he means.

The tension grows thicker and thicker with each passing second of silence, and you feel a warm sensation spreading inside of you from his intense gaze – which is perhaps also due to the hint of desire that gleams in his eye as he regards you.

You try your best to ignore the way your heart races, wanting to diminish the warmth inside of you. But to no avail.

When he rises from his seat, your heart drops into your stomach again, and your eyes grow wide with curiosity and intrigue.

It’s a brief flicker of your eyes down his body that has you squeezing your thighs together, far too distracted by how tall he is than to notice the smug smirk that tugs at the corners of his lips.

“Would you say that you’ve… settled here?” he asks, his voice carrying a hint of something you find difficult to decipher.

He slowly stalks around the desk, the tips of his leather-clad fingers smoothly gliding over the dark wood. His eye lingers on your face, taking you in and assessing your reaction. His expression holds the same edge of darkness his voice does, though he isn’t hiding it as effectively as he thinks he is this time.

Your eyes never leave his frame when he comes to stand next to you, leaning back against the desk. He’s gripping the edge of it, and even in the dim light of the candles, you notice that it’s rather tightly, almost as if he’s suppressing the urge to touch you.

“Well, I suppose I’ve managed to adjust,” you reply.

For a brief moment, neither of you says anything. He just stares at you with this cold precision – until you catch his eye flitting lower, trailing over your form.

The purple gown you wear isn’t revealing at all, not that Ms. Misery would allow you to wear anything of that sort anyways. The neckline is squared with raised yet off-the-shoulder structured shoulders that leave little to the imagination – but only if you’ve been touch deprived for long enough.

And, judging by the way his jaw clenches as his eye meets yours again, you can tell it’s also been a while for him.

The thought of it makes your blood run hot, the warmth now spreading to your cheeks. Your gaze falls to your lap, watching your fingers fumble with each other while you feel his bore into your frame.

There’s a hum rumbling in his chest once again, but this time it sounds more like a purr, as if he finds satisfaction in your nervousness. “Are you normally this flustered in front of men… or is it just me?”

A sudden rush of excitement and embarrassment floods your veins as your mind processes his words; your head snaps back up to look at him, and you’re greeted by a teasing grin.

“I’m not flustered,” you reply, your voice only wavering slightly, yet you know that it’s clear to him that you’re not being very honest. He’s well aware of the effect he’s having on you.

He tsks, a dangerous glint in his eye. “I mean, I can see you,” he says, gesturing to you with his hand. “You’re licking your lips, you can’t meet my eyes for more than a few seconds, your cheeks are flushed – it’s clear your body yearns to be touched…” he trails off, smirking to himself as he briefly glances to the ground. “... by me.”

His statement catches you off-guard. A quick exhale from your nose leaves you feeling winded with the sensations of butterflies wreaking havoc within your body.

The silence between you lingers, heavy and thick as you ponder over his words, and you decide to go all in. You glance at him sideways, before speaking. “Is that so?”

His eye darkens at your coy demeanor, and with the corners of his quirking up into a sly smirk, he reveals just a glimpse of the devil that lurks beneath the angelic exterior. “Oh, it is,” he replies with a mocking tone. “I know you’re getting off to the thoughts of me at night, sweet thing. And even right now, you’re dripping for me. It’s almost pathetic.”

He almost seems relieved as he finally reaches to trace a gentle line over your exposed shoulder, starting at the crook of your neck. His light touch and the coldness of his gloves cause you to shiver involuntarily, and makes your breathing heavy.

As if he’s searching for something within yours, his eye narrows, and your mind races with the possibility of what such a look might signify.

“Look at you,” he purrs, licking his pouty lips. “You’re sitting here, just waiting for me to take things a step further – all the while I could smell that sweet pussy of yours ever since I’ve stepped into the room.”

Your mouth goes dry at his words, making it difficult to swallow, and you feel yourself clench around nothing; the urge to squirm in your seat is nearly overwhelming.

“That sweet scent of yours…” he trails off. Mesmerized by his words and confidence, you almost flinch when he pushes himself off the desk, slowly kneeling down to be on a level with you, hovering close to you like a predator pretending to pounce.

Your breath is heavy, and with your body still facing the desk, you’re forced to turn your head to the side to meet his gaze. There are mere inches between your faces now, and you feel his minty breath fan over your lips, swollen from how often you've licked them at this point.

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, and heat follows where the cold leather of his gloves ghosted over your skin. “So desperate to be touched… to be filled,” he hums. While embarrassment blossoms inside of you, there’s no amusement laced within his silky voice. It’s as if he’s just stating facts. “Or am I mistaken?” Your name topples past his lips with so much ease, it makes you imagine how it would sound moaned by him.

Your head begins to swim. His scent, his domineering aura, the warmth emanating off of him – it’s all too much and not enough.

Meekly shaking your head, the ‘no’ you reply comes out not louder than a whisper.

He takes in a quick breath of air, relishing in his victory. The way you submit to him, to his power and dominance, feeds something within him; a hunger that’s been growing more and more demanding from the moment he stepped into the room with you.

“Good girl,” he purrs, slowly rising to his full height, stretching his fingers as he keeps his eye locked on you. A flush spreads over your cheeks at his praise, the subconscious urge to make him proud sending a shiver of excitement through your veins, feeding right into your desire to please him.

He’s standing again, letting his eye drift over your sitting frame for a moment too long, trailing down your neck, over the curves of your breasts, and settling in your lap. A gloved hand comes forward to pinch the skirts of your gown between his fingers, an almost disgusted look on his features.

“Take it off.”

“W-What?”

“W-w-what?” he mocks, the scoff he releases filling you with shame. “Take it off,” he repeats. “Or else I will take it off of you, and that won’t be any more pleasant.”

The thought of him undressing you seems tempting. A small part of you wants to protest, to say something along the lines of ‘you can’t just demand something like this’ but the other part craves this. It feels as if it’s quintessential for your body to survive, not able to go one day longer without being touched at all.

Rising to your feet, you smooth out the skirts of your dress before craning your neck to look up at him. He’s towering over you, hardly stepping back far enough to create any space for you to undress.

Having always been a bit of a pain to put on, getting out of the dress was even worse. The tight fit and squared neckline leaves you with very limited mobility, meaning you’re always relying on a servant to help you get out of it. And facing these difficulties, the thought of removing it all by yourself, especially in front of him, seems almost sacrilegious.

A thought pops into your mind, and your body is quick enough to get through with it before you can even think about it properly.

“Care to help me?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him. Before he can refuse, you brush your hair over one shoulder and turn around, presenting him with your back and the tightly laced corset.

Much to your surprise, he doesn’t refuse, and you say nothing as his fingers find the lacing of your corset, gloves brushing your skin as he slowly undos the laces.

It’s a slow process, one that builds anticipation within you, and has you squeezing your thighs together yet again.

His caresses are light and careful at first, but they grow increasingly firm and forceful. Each tug and pull draws you closer to him, and only when you hear the same dismissive hum rumbling in his chest do you dare to glimpse at him from over your shoulder, seeing him staring at your back with his jaw set with a new purpose.

The fabric is still pinched between his fingers when they suddenly change course, gripping the purple fabric around the lace with a bit more force than necessary. He rips open the corset in a single, harsh motion in a clear display of his impatience, the torn fabric hitting the ground with a thud, and your gown quickly follows suit.

For a moment, you feel relief at being freed from its confines. But it’s fleeting, your skin immediately prickling as you become aware of how much of your body is exposed to him now.

It’s weird to think that this thin layer of modesty has been enough to keep your fluttering nerves at bay, and now it’s peeled away with you knowing he’s gazing at you as if he’s been served his first meal in months.

Easing your trembling legs, you hold onto the desk for support. It feels like an eternity as you crouch forward slightly to steady your uneven breathing, the moment only breaking as he advances towards you, his body leaning against yours and pressing you up against the desk. It’s the only thing keeping you upright, and the moment you feel his hot breath caress your neck, your legs feel like they are about to give in.

His thigh slips between yours, but you can’t feel his hands on your body, assuming he’s clasped them behind his back or kept them at his sides. You can tell that his chest isn’t the only firm thing that presses against your body, his cock rock hard and all but straining against your lower back, clearly finding as much pleasure in the situation as you do.

His proximity is all you’ve thought of for the past days, yet it’s not enough. You need his hands, him, to feel thoroughly satisfied. The urge to whine scratches in your throat, but you manage to swallow it at the last moment.

“Beg for me to touch you,” he drawls, voice laced with a mixture of excitement and hunger.

Exhaling a strained breath, you close your eyes. “P-Please,” you whimper, barely loud enough for him to hear. “Please… touch me. It’s been so long.”

“Hm.” You hear it loud and clear, the amusement, the satisfaction, causing your skin to heat up. “That’s all you’ve got?”

You tip your head back in frustration, meeting with his shoulder, a loud huff slipping past your lips. But you’re so close to getting what you want, there’s no way you’re giving up already.

“Please, please touch me… Mr. Targaryen.” His name is spoken with a bit of hesitation. “I-I- please, fuck, need it so, so bad. Please.” That you’re not stomping your feet on the ground like an insolent child is everything, knowing it would push your chance for relief further away.

But it seems to do the trick, because one gloved hand settles on your hip without him saying anything, while the other clasps around the outside of your thigh, his thumb brushing smooth patterns over your hot skin.

He drags his nose along the side of your face, his breath tickling your skin, and you slightly turn your head to lean into it. “Where else do you want me to touch, mh?”

Feeling him on every inch of your body has you far too aroused to be frustrated by his on-going teasing and stalling. “Right…” you pant, peeling his hand from your hip to bring it down between your legs, “... here.”

A quiet whine slips past your lips as his fingers make contact with your sensitive clit, the cold leather of his gloves against your hot skin striking you as a welcome surprise and sending a shiver down your spine. It feels foreign, but nice nevertheless.

You’ve fully anticipated him to pull back again, to leave you high and dry, but he surprises you again, when he drags his fingers through your swollen folds.

“Right here, mh?” he purrs into your ear with a husky voice.

It’s a grazing touch that alone is enough to make your mind hazy, merely humming in return.

He’s not doing more than rubbing your clit and brushing his digits through your folds, but you’re wet enough already for it to be audible. The squelching sounds coming from between your legs are embarrassing, clearly highlighting your desperation for him, and it only gets worse when he slips a finger inside of you.

Taking in a sharp breath, you hold onto the desk again. “God, fuck,” you whine.

His finger is thick enough to be accompanied with a slight burning stretch, intensifying the moment he adds another. You can’t resist the urge to grind against his hand, the base of it applying just enough pressure to your clit to numb any discomfort.

“You like that, mh?” he rasps. “So fucking wet and desperate for my fingers, dripping all over my glove.”

A string of whiny yesses leaves your lips as the pace of his fingers increases, making it incredibly difficult for your hips to maintain the rhythm.

Heavy breaths and pants fan over your flushed skin, spurring you on and bringing you closer to the sweet relief you’ve craved for so long. He seems to sense your impending orgasm, and works you just a moment longer, before he withdraws his fingers from you, making sure the loss would make it even worse.

But there’s no time to whine.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he teases, acting as if he’s completely oblivious to the torture he puts you through, and brings his gloved hand up to your face.

The red leather is covered in your arousal, sticky and glistening even in the dim light. As he spreads the two fingers, a few strings of it connect the leather, and you bite your bottom lip, knowing all too well what might follow.

“Open your mouth, pet,” he commands in a stern voice. “Clean up your mess.”

And you comply, parting your lips and eagerly embracing him pushing them inside. Your tongue swirls around the digits, the leather tasting and feeling completely different on your tongue.

You hardly notice that his other hand has left your thigh, and even less that he’s undoing the zipper of his slacks, pulling out his hard cock. Only when you feel the pressure against your entrance do your eyes widen, and you whine around his fingers as he pushes inside.

Even though you are stretched from his digits, it can not compare to his cock.

He’s filling you to the brim in one, swift thrust, and with you being gagged by his gloved fingers, you can’t do more than mewl and moan. “Fuck, tight cunt taking my cock, hm? That’s it, such a good, little pet.”

Not giving you the chance to adjust to his size, he sets up a reckless pace from the very start, his impatience running thin with the way your tightness embraces him. He fucks you as if it’s a one time thing, as if you won’t make the cut, but something inside of you tells you this is merely the beginning.

Saliva trickles down your chin as his cock drives deeper and deeper, forcing moan after moan past your lips and his gloved fingers. It’s the sounds of skin slapping against skin, his strained grunts and your muffled whines filling the room, and if Ms. Misery were to find out, you would be tortured or killed even before the next day arrived.

Maybe it’s the risk of being caught that drives him to his next step, but he withdraws his fingers from your mouth, gloved hand coming down to rest around your throat instead. He applies just a bit of pressure, merely meaning to hold you upright and steady to make it easier for him to use you to his liking.

You scramble for hold, sweaty palms planted flatly on the wooden surface in front of you, supporting yourself as the man behind you all but fucked every coherent thought out of your brain.

“Look at you,” he grunts, pounding into your needy cunt. The tip of his cock brushes your sweet spot, pushing high enough to knock the air out of your lungs and make you lose yourself. “All you’ve been thinking about was my cock. So desperate to be fucked by me, huh?”

You are so full with him, his scent, his warmth, everything, that breathy whines and yesses are the only things slipping past your lips.

He drags his nose along the side of your face, clearly relishing in the way he’s fucked you dumb with so little effort already, and you almost feel yourself come on spot the moment he presses his lips to your earlobe.

Pushing his hips all the way into yours, he stills them for a moment, bringing up a gloved hand to spit on his fingers and before dragging them harshly over your sensitive clit, and putting you straight into a frenzy.

The tears that were brimming in your eyes now spill and run down your flushed cheeks, hitting the desk he has you hunched over.

“No need to cry, pet,” the man behind you drawls, a satisfaction weaved in his husky voice. “You wanted this, didn't you? Wanted my cock to fuck you stupid? Or do you want me to stop?”

Your blank mind barely processes his words, but just hearing the word stop has you finding your voice again. “N-no,” you whine, arching your back and pressing your ass back against him. “Don’t-don’t stop, Sir. ‘M so, so close.”

“Close, mh? Then fucking come for me.”

With his hand now applying a good bit of pressure to your throat and his fingers strumming your clit in a reckless pattern, you feel yourself getting lightheaded as your release hits you suddenly.

His strained groans are hushed against your neck as you spasm around him, sucking him in hungrily. He works you through it, fucking you as you quiver and shake. Grinding against him, you ride your high out in rhythm with his thrusts, gasping each time his cock pistones inside of you.

His hips falter slightly for a moment, caught off guard by how tightly your walls are squeezing him, but he regains his composure and sets up a brutal pace again. You’re swollen and raw by now, but he doesn't stop.

“That’s it, fuck, I’m gonna get this pathetic cunt stuffed with my cum,” he grunts, pulling his hand from your clit to plant it on your hip.

Each rut of his hips makes your eyes journey to the ceiling, the tears on your cheeks now dry. There are hiccuped breaths spilling from your mouth, and you can’t do more than to hold onto the desk, bracing yourself for his relentless pounding.

With a stutter of his hips and a raspy groan escaping his throat, his cock eventually spills deep inside of you, coating your walls. He fucks it into you with deliberately slow thrusts, the last spurts of his warm release filling you to the brim.

A strained groan is audible as he pulls out, tucking himself back in his slacks, and assumes the cold demeanor he’s had before. The only courtesy he grants you is picking up your dress and underwear he’s torn off you before, holding it out for you to take.

You get the cue, and dress yourself on trembling legs. The blonde watches curiously, leaning back against the desk again. The red gloves now lay on the desk, and you catch a glimpse of his long, ring-clad fingers.

With flushed cheeks, you briefly look at the ground before presenting him your back again. “Do you mind?”

He nods and steps towards you, silently lacing up your corset, and whenever his skin brushes yours, a shiver runs down your spine. His skin is soft, smooth even, and the warmth emanating from them is far more pleasant than the cold leather.

But the moment is fleeting as he quickly moves to sit down behind his desk again, a new file already pinched between his fingers. You smoothen out the skirt of your dress, merely bowing your head once, and make a beeline for the door.

It’s his voice ringing out that stops you in your tracks, though you don’t dare to turn around.

“I expect you to come back for your second interview tomorrow. See it as an opportunity for me to gauge whether or not you truly have the right… ambition.”

“Thank you, Mr. Targaryen,” you mumble in return, a strange sense of satisfaction and anticipation already coursing through your veins.

Hearing your name once again, you turn your head to look at him. “There’s no need to be formal when it’s just us. You can call me Aemond.”

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aemondsbabe · 5 months

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Homecoming

summary: reassurance & car sex || you're desperate to have tom before he ships off, but neither of your houses are exactly ideal options...

pairing: tom bennett x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, first time, loss of virginity, car sex, public sex (they don’t get caught, no one else sees, but it’s not in the privacy of a home so ig), fingering, fluff, tom being so sweet actually, v soft

word count: 3.1k

a/n: happy day two of 12 days of smuff!!! tom bennett makes my head spin!!!!!!! Can be read as a part 1 to A Promise is a Promise or as a stand alone!

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A loud peal of laughter erupts from Tom’s lips as the two of you stagger out of the small, neighborhood pub you frequented, each of you calling quick goodbye’s over your shoulders to your friends. The night air was crisp but thankfully not overly cold yet as you take Tom’s arm, your shoulder bumping against his as you step out onto the sidewalk.

“You’re a real firecracker, love, you know that?” He asks with a cheeky grin, draping a long arm over your shoulders as you begin the quick walk back to your family’s place.

You can’t help but chuckle as you glance over at him, the apples of your cheeks sore from how much you’ve been smiling and laughing over the last couple hours. “‘S just the truth, Tommy,” you shrug, slightly slurring your words, “I just love you sooooooo much! Like, more than anything.”

Leaning in, Tom presses a quick kiss to your cheek and laughs once again when you stumble against him from the movement. “Easy there, tiger,” he mumbles, a soft smile on his face. The two of you amble a bit further in a comfortable, giggly silence as you finally turn the corner onto your street, “D’you love me more than Cola Cubes?” Tom asks, giggling out the words.

You throw your head back and groan dramatically before turning to him with a playful pout, “That is pure evil, that is! Making me think of Cola Cubes during rationing!” You whine, reaching up to lightly smack him on his firm chest.

Tom merely laughs as the two of you finally come to a stop in front of your front door; spinning around, you let yourself fall back against the white-painted door, the material cool against your back through your thin blouse. You look up through your lashes at Tom, watching as he leans forward, balancing himself against the door with one arm outstretched above the two of you as his other hand comes to rest on your hip.

“Tell ya what,” he starts, a suddenly serious look in his cobalt eyes as he leans ever closer to you and rests his forehead against yours, “I’ll save you every single Cola Cube I get in my C-rations and y’can have ‘em all when I get back to ya.”

Your throat tightens at his words and your heart twists meanly in your chest, though you manage to turn your lips up into a small, quivering smile as you place a hand on his chest, the grey fabric of his sweater soft under your palm. “And you promise you’ll come back?” Your voice is softer than you mean for it to be, a slight hoarseness to it from how your throat pinches.

Tom sighs softly and gently cups your chin, his hand still cool from where it had been balanced on the door. “I’ve only had you for a measly two months, you think I’m giving you up that easily?” He teases, though there’s a certain sadness in his eyes that mirror’s your own; even still, you can’t help but chuckle at his words.

The two of you stand in a comfortable silence for a moment, simply enjoying being close as neither of you are willing to say goodnight yet. After a minute, your breath hitches in your chest as you notice the shadow behind the brunette’s eyes morph into a different kind of darkness as his eyes stray to your lips.

Without a second thought, you lean in and press your lips against his, eliciting a pleased hum from the boy, the small noise vibrating against the hand still on his chest as your other comes up to rest on his shoulder. Both of his skirt down to grab at your hips and he pulls you closer to him, your heads tilting in opposite directions as the kiss deepens. A small whimper escapes your lips as he licks into your mouth, his tongue swirling against your own.

“Tommy,” you whisper, your head tilting further to the side as he presses a line of kisses down your neck, “I… I want you.” You finish shyly, teeth biting into your lower lip as he pulls back to look at you.

His breath hitches for a second before he collects himself. “Are you sure, love?” He asks gruffly, “I thought you wanted to wait till–.”

You shake your head, your eyes searching his as you fiddle with the neckline of his sweater. “Changed my mind,” the corner of your lips quirks up into a nervous smile, “Think of it as a going away present.”

Tom smiles at your words and huffs out a small laugh before nodding to the door behind you. “Whatever you wish, love. Lead the way.”

Your eyes widen slightly as you shake your head again. “Are you crazy? We cannot go in there, both my parents are very light sleepers and if my dad catches you, you won’t even make it to the Navy, much less make it home. Can’t we just go round to yours? It’s only a couple minutes away.”

“No can do, love,” Tom sighs with a shake of his head, “Even if my dad’s asleep, there’s no way we’ll get past Lois. Bloody bat hearing on that one, I swear.”

The two of you sigh, defeated, your shoulders sagging as Tom crooks an arm up, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck as he glances around, the wheels in his head spinning frantically as he tries to come up with an idea; his eyes do a double take as he spots your family’s black car sitting idly on the small driveway in front of your house and he turns to you with a sly smirk.

“What say we christen your dad’s car?”

You start to giggle, convinced he’s merely joking, although you stop when you see the look in his eyes. “Tommy, you can’t be serious,” you say with a surprised smile, “If my dad finds out we took it he’ll–.”

“Who said anything about taking it, love?” He says with a proud smirk.

You guffaw at this, staring at him incredulously. “What, you mean just here on the drive?”

“Well, why not?” He questions, exaggeratedly turning his head as he looks around, peering up and down the deserted road, “You know as well as I do that all your neighbors are old as the hills, love. Only ones out round here at this hour are you and me.”

You stay quiet for a moment, unbelievably actually considering his proposal as you glance up and down the road and well… he is right. Most of your neighbors are quite a bit older and all of their windows dark and still as you peer around. Finally, you turn back to Tom with a sigh, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.

“Fine,” you quip, blushing slightly as he chuckles lowly, clearly pleased with himself, “Let me grab the bloody key.” You mutter with a playful eye roll as you open your front door as slowly and quietly as you can possibly manage. You duck in and quickly snatch your father’s ring of keys off the small table next to the door before quietly shutting it behind you.

You hand the keys to Tom and follow him down the drive, a sense of giddiness quickly replacing your nerves; the brunette easily unlocks the car and quickly pulls one of the back doors open and slides inside before reaching a hand out to pull you with him.

He pounces on you as soon as you carefully shut the door, his rough hands eagerly bunching up the fabric of your blouse as he tugs it out from where you’d tucked it under your skirt while his lips move frantically against your own.

“You’re sure?” He pants, pulling back after a moment when he feels your hands starting to tug impatiently at the bottom of his sweater, “We really don’t ha–.”

You press a finger against his rosy lips, cutting him off with a soft giggle. “I want this, Tommy,” leaning in, you trail soft kisses up his jaw to his ear, “I want you.” You whisper, relishing the way he shivers on top of you and the way the muscles of his stomach and chest twitch under your touch as you slide your hands under his sweater.

With a nod, Tom dives in yet again and presses wet kisses against the column of your throat as he tugs you into his lap, careful not to let your head bump against the roof of the car. He groans at the feel of you on top of him and his hands move quickly as they pull your blouse up; he leans in and kisses wetly up your stomach, right down the middle until he reaches the bottom of your bra.

His blue eyes are nearly black as he gazes up at you, questioning. A whimper slips past your lips as you answer him with a small nod, fingers threading through his short hair as he eagerly slips your bra up.

He breathes out a low, satisfied groan when your breasts are finally free, not bothering to take off your bra or blouse before he dives in. “Jesus Christ,” he mumbles, lips pressed against the underside of your breast, “They’re better than I imagined, so much better.”

A giggle spills past your lips before it quickly turns into a moan, your head lolling back as he latches onto one nipple, happily sucking it into his warm mouth with a satisfied grunt. “T-Tommy,” you whisper, already writhing on top of him from a few touches, “Don’t stop.” Your voice is whiny as you speak, only for you to actually whine as Tom pulls back for a second to tug his sweater over his head.

“Relax, love,” he huffs against your chest, groaning hotly as you squirm in his lap, no doubt able to feel his cock as it hardens steadily in his pants, “‘M gonna give you what you want, gonna do right by you.” He promises, licking over your nipple before sucking at it and letting his eyes flutter shut at the way you gently tug his hair.

The windows of the car quickly begin to fog up as the two of you move together, your breathy sighs and whimpers filling the small space along with Tom’s harsh pants and groans. You squirm in his lap as his hands make quick work of your stockings and underwear, quickly tugging them down and off your legs before he tosses them somewhere on the floor of the car.

He looks to you for reassurance once more, which you happily give, before his warm hand cups your center, causing both of you to shudder against each other. Slowly, carefully, he parts your folds before gently rubbing a finger over your bud, chuckling when you buck into his hand with a loud moan. “That the spot, love?” His eyes flick up to your face, eager to watch your reactions as he touches you, “God, you’re dripping.” A soft sigh leaves his lips as he presses his fingers more firmly against you, flicking them over your clit.

“Mhm, Tommy, shit,” you whine, your voice only a breathy whisper as you press your forehead against his. Your eyes flutter as your hips move against his hand, seemingly with a mind of their own, “More, please!” You whine desperately after a few moments, eyes squeezing shut at the way your center clenches around nothing.

Nodding, Tom moves his hand a bit lower, groaning at how much slicker you are here, before he runs his fingers through your folds once more, making sure to get them wet before notching two at your entrance. “Ready?” He asks softly, only slowly pushing them in once you nod. He groans along with you, marveling at how tightly you’re grasping his fingers as his cock twitches in his pants at the thought of how much tighter you’ll be around him. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groans lowly, blue eyes glancing down to watch your breasts heave as you pant on top of him, “Does that feel good, love?”

Wordlessly, you nod against his forehead, swallowing thickly. A loud moan is practically punched out of you as he curls his fingers, pressing perfectly against a small, sensitive spot inside you. Your mouth hangs open as unintelligible whines tumble from your lips, a shiver going down your spine when you see the pleased smirk on his face.

His long fingers fuck into you for a few more moments, his thumb coming up to rub at your clit in a way that makes you see stars as you cling to him tightly, your breasts pressed deliciously up against his warm, bare chest.

You whine, however, when his movements start to slow against you, though he’s quick to hush you, chuckling as he presses a kiss to your cheek. “You want my cock, love?” He asks, pulling his fingers from you slowly before gripping appreciatively at the fat of your inner thigh.

You pull back to look down at him, your eyebrows knitting together as a small, nervous pit forms in your stomach. “It… it won’t hurt, right?” You ask softly, the words of several of your friends echoing through your mind.

Quickly, Tom shakes his head, one hand coming up to cup your cheek lovingly. “I promise it won’t,” he says softly, pressing a reassuring kiss to your lips, “I told you, I’m gonna do right by you.”

Hesitantly, you nod, though he must sense the nervousness that’s still pooled in your stomach. He sighs with a soft smile, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “How about you stay on top, hm? That way you control everything.”

You blink a few times, considering the offer before smiling and nodding, which draws a bright smile from the boy underneath you. You shift back a bit on his lap, giving him enough room to unbutton and unzip his pants and pull them down just enough to free his cock; your eyes widen as he pulls it free from his boxers with a relieved sigh.

“A-Are you sure it’ll fit?” You ask softly, marveling at it as he runs a hand over his length.

He chuckles beneath you with a proud smirk as he pulls you back to him. “I’m sure, love, I promise you’ll enjoy it.” He assures you, pressing kisses down your neck as he does so. Your breath hitches as you feel the head of his cock prod at your entrance, and you lean into Tom’s touch as you let him guide your hips.

“Oh!” You shudder as you slowly sink down, breathing heavily as the head slips inside your warm center.

“That’s it,” he coaxes, his hands gentle on your hips as he lets you take him at your own pace, “Doing so well, pretty girl.”

His praises spur you on as you sink lower and lower, eyes squeezing shut as your thighs burn a little with the effort. Finally, after a few minutes, you breathe a sigh of relief as your thighs finally rest on top of his, his length pressing fully inside you.

“Y’okay?” He checks through a ragged breath, his eyes nearly slipping to the back of his head as he feels you twitch and pulse around him already, your walls suffocatingly tight against his length.

You nod as you let yourself fall forward and press a cheek against his warm shoulder before giving a small, experimental roll of your hips. You gasp as you feel him press against you, filling you with a delicious ache.

The two of you begin to move together wordlessly, your hands finding purchase against his firm chest as you gingerly bounce on top of him, breathily moaning in time with each thrust. Tom grunts each time you sink back down onto him, one hand gripping at your hip as the other kneads at your breast, his fingers pinching and pulling your nipple just enough to elicit adorable high-pitched whines from you.

Your clit, still sensitive from his earlier attention, rubs perfectly against the small thatch of hair at the base of his cock and sends shivers down your spine. “T-Tommy,” you gasp, nearly doubling over as you tilt your hips, causing the head of his cock to rut against that sensitive spot within you at the same time your clit grinds against him, “I think – I, oh!” You pant against his shoulder, unable to string together two words as sparks suddenly burst behind your eyelids.

Tom huffs out a loud groan as he feels you tense on top of him, your walls clenching around his cock wildly as your peak washes over you. He mumbles incoherent curses against your neck as his hips rut up into you.

He holds out for as long as he can before tugging you off of his lap, one hand quickly grasping at his length as he desperately strokes it. You watch, enraptured, as his head tilts back onto the car seat, his Adams’s apple bobbing beautifully as he moans, long and loud. His cock twitches in his grasp as he finishes, painting wet, pearlescent streaks against the trembling skin of his lower stomach, his chest heaving.

After a moment, the two of you giggle softly. You bite your lip as he bends over, only to open it in protest as he quickly wipes his spend from his stomach with your discarded stockings, “Tom! You pig!” You admonish, albeit through a surprised laugh.

He peers up at you cheekily as he deposits your stockings on the floor of the car once again, laughing as he pulls you back to him. “You’ll wash them anyway!” He huffs, wrapping his arms around you. The two of you grow quiet for a moment, rain softly pattering against the top of the car. “Or you could keep them like a trophy while I’m gone,” he teases, chuckling once again at your small sound of disgust, “Something to remember me by.”

“But you’ll be back,” you say softly after a moment, pulling back so you can look at him properly, your wide eyes searching his, “Right?”

He sighs with a soft smile, both hands gently cupping your cheeks. “I promise, I’ll come back to you,” he says earnestly, blue eyes boring into your own, “I will come home to you, love.”

You stare at him for a moment longer before finally nodding, tucking your face against his shoulder once more and breathing in his familiar scent.

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redhead1180 · 15 days

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Puppy

Pairing - sub!JJ x Dom!fem reader

Summary - JJ gets in trouble.

Words - 1.9k

Warnings MDNI - m sub/f dom, edging, cursing, cock ring, p in v, oral (f receiving), m. tied up, sex toys, SMUT (let me know if I missed any)

A/N - Finally finished the subby JJ fic from my poll last week. Sorry life has gotten in the way. I'm not sure it's my favorite, but I don't hate it.

JJ had been needy all day and by the time we got my house he was nearly humping my leg. We had been out on the boat all day with the pogues and I was trying to put stuff up in the kitchen.

“Baby” he whined coming up behind me rutting up against my ass. “Can’t that wait?”

“No, I don’t want it to spoil and you’ll want the beer cold later.” I patiently tell him.

He huffed like a petulant toddler, stomping his foot for good measures.

“I want you now” he demands and grabs my hips pulling me back hard on his hard cock.

“Did you just demand me” I turnaround eyeing him with my eyebrow raised.

A flash of fear crosses his face, “N- no b- bab- baby” he stammers

“That is not my name and you did demand me” I sternly tell him. “bedroom now, and I want you stripped of all your clothes”

“Mo- Mommy, i-“

“No, bedroom now” I cut him off. I turn back around not waiting for him to acknowledge and put away the stuff. I hear him shuffle off as I put away the rest of the items. I grab a glass filling it with ice and some rum, and make my way to the bedroom. I walk in and JJ is naked, sitting at the edge of the bed, sitting on his hands. I don’t say anything and walk to nightstand and put my glass down. Then I strip off my shirt and shorts leaving me in my bikini. I saunter over to the closet.

JJ moans from his spot, but doesn’t say anything.

“You better not be touching yourself” I holler out from the closet, “I will know.”

I grab our toy box and come back into the room. JJ looks at me like a little puppy, eyes begging, still sitting on his hands. He is shaft standing straight up, red and looking very painful. I look at him pitifully.

“oh baby, that looks painful” I coo as I come to stand in front of him. I take his face in my hands and kiss him gently, before pressing into my tits. JJ groans and ruts his face in my tits for a bit, kissing softly.

“That’s a good boy” I praise him. “Now crawl up the bed and lay out for mommy.”

He gives my breasts one more kiss before sliding up to the bed into position. I grab the rope or of the box and walk to one hand. I know JJ had to hate the fact he taught me how to tie knots and now I used them on him. I tie both hands to headboard in a poachers knot, then doing the same to his feet.

“Mommy why” he whimpered.

“You demanded me, I can’t let that slide baby boy” I said calmly, looking at him with my bottom lip pushed out. I went back to the box and pulled out the blindfold. “Now remember, no cumming until Mommy says, and let me know when you’re close”

“Yes, Mommy, but please” he begged “I wanna see you”

“You won’t have to wear it the whole time” I promised as I tied it on. I grab the cock ring from the box and gently place it on him. He bucked his hips against my hands, and I teased his cock for a bit.

“Oh sweetie, you have the prettiest pink dick I have ever seen” I praised as I slowly stroked him, pressing my thumb against the tip, spreading his precum around. Then I abruptly stopped, causing him to his buck his hips and cry out in frustration. I slapped his thigh and then grabbed the remote for the cock ring.

“Stop that, be glad Mommy is being so nice” I growl. I grab my glass taking a nice swig of my drink before grabbing an ice cube.

I rub the ice cube along JJ’s lips, he gasps, I trace his lips with it and then moving it down to his chin. I run it down his neck and to one nipple, rubbing it over and over till his nipples could cut glass. Then I did the same other one, making sure both get the same attention. From there, I run it down over his rock-hard abs and down his happy trail.

“That feel good, puppy?” I ask teasingly smiling.

“Mhmm” he moans out.

“You’re such a good boy for me” I praise. I turn on the cock ring to the lowest setting. JJ cry’s out, bucking his hips up.

“Fuck baby” he gasps out.

I grab the riding habit from the box and slap his dick. He whimpers out.

“What’s my name, puppy?” I demand, slapping it again. He bucks his hips hard and squirms, whimpering the whole time.

“Mommy, sor- sorry, mommy” he stammers. “Mommy please”

“What, puppy, what do you want?” I coo to him. I turn up the ring another setting while soothingly rubbing his cock.

“Mommy, please I need to cum” he begs pathetically.

“Hmmm, no not yet. Your punishment isn’t done.”

I reach up and take off the blindfold. He blinks a bit, before focusing on me. His normally ocean blue eyes are nearly completely black. I grin at him and lean down and gives him a searing kiss. I reach down and gently stroke his vibrating cock. He groans in my mouth, taking everything he can from the kiss. It’s a wet sloppy kiss, teeth clashing against each other, biting lips and then I sit up. He chases my lips till he can’t anymore, then slams his head back down and grunts, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration. He knows better than to say or do anything. Knowing I won’t let him cum, but edge him for hours.

“Watch me puppy” I say I gently stroke his cheek. He opens his eyes and looks at me, tears on his lashline. I reach back and grab the vibrator and set it beside me.

“What’s that for?” JJ asks, eyeing it fearfully.

“Just watch Mommy” I gently insist.

I reach up and untie the strings behind my neck, letting it fall down, then untie the back string. Letting my bikini top fall and land around his neck. My breast released fall down and jiggle a little. I rub and knead them for a minute. JJ groans, pulling at the ropes on his hands. For the moment I let him squirm and pull at the ropes. I rub my stomach before reaching my hips and untie the strings on each side, allowing the bikini bottom to fall off and flatten. I raise up just enough to pull it off and throw it.

I move up to sit on his chest and grab the vibrator. I lean back enough so JJ can see my pussy right in front of his face. He whines pulling at the ropes.

“I wanna touch, please” he begs between gritted teeth.

I ignore him and run the vibrator over my wet, soaked pussy, making him watch. I gasp from the sensation, JJ moans. I slide it thru my folds, rolling my hips, soaking his chest in my arousal. I feel him began to thrust his hips behind me, looking for friction as the cock ring vibrates around his dick.

“Mommy please,” he pleads quietly, “I won’t do it again, just please untie me and let make you feel good.”

“Hmm,” I ponder “Have you learned your lesson?” I ask as I put away the vibrator and slide down his abs. He hisses from pleasure.

“Yes, I promise I’ve learned”

“I don’t buy it.” I hover him and slam down on cock, making him jerk his hips up and cry out. I turn up the cock to near the highest setting and bounce up and down. JJ moaning and whimpering, thrusting his hips as hard as he can in his ropes. I feel him twitch inside me.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum” he pants out.

I turn off the ring and pull off him, before he can cum. JJ screams out in frustration and bucks his hips wildly. I lean up and give him gentle kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

“This doesn’t happen when you’re a good boy.” I taunt in his ear. I continue to edge JJ for another hour or so, until his tip is nearly purple and he is crying and begging me to let him cum.

“Oh puppy, you’re doing so good for me,” I praise. “You want me to let you cum?”

He vigorously nods his head and whispers “please” over and over.

“Ok, you eat Mommy out and make her cum, and then I will let you pick how you want to cum. You can fuck my tits and cum on my chest or,” I pretend to ponder, “I will let you cum in Mommy’s pussy”

“Pussy” he hastily says. I chuckle as I remove the ring and position over his face.

“Now be a good boy and make Mommy cum.” I demand.

I lower myself down and JJ licks my core from hole to clit, making me moan. I grab the headboard as he latches onto my nub, licking and sucking till I am rolling my hips. I untie him and his hands immediately grab my thighs pulling me down harder as he pushes his tongue into my hole and fucks me with his tongue.

“Fuck” I moan out, grabbing and pulling JJ’s hair to get him closer. He lets go of one thigh and, none to gently, shoves two fingers into my pussy and sucks my clit. I gasp out, pulling his hair harder and grinding down on him. He groans, the vibrations making me cry out.

“I’m s’close” I pant as I ride his face and he fucks me with his fingers. JJ curls his fingers hitting my sweet spot and bites down on my clit. I scream out as I fall over the edge, my release spilling all over JJ’s face as he slurps up every last bit of juices that I released. He licks and kisses me through my high and I eventually slump down and fall to the side. He raises up to look at me, his mouth and chin slick with my arousal.

“Was that good, Mommy?” he asks smirking.

“Yea puppy, Mommy’s very happy” I pant, he grins like a Cheshire cat. Not having the energy to ride him now, I lay back and spread my legs.

“You can fuck me n-” and before the words leave my lips, JJ is on top of my sliding his cock in my pussy.

Seeing how I edged him for so long, it didn’t take long, and JJ was cumming inside me. He collapsed on me and I wrapped my legs around him and slid my arms around his neck. He rutted up in me, still lost in his euphoria, whining into my chest.

“You’re such a good pup for Mommy,” I praised as I kissed his forehead and ran my fingers thru his hair, scratching his scalp as I did, making him hum. We laid there for a bit, while I petted and praised him.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get you cleaned up and got to sleep”

I led him to the bathroom and cleaned us up, before heading back to bed and laying down. I rolled on my side and JJ buried his head in my chest and curled up to me like a koala.

“Sleep now puppy” I murmured before we both fell into blissful slumber.

Tagging some moots:

@juniebugg @princessmaybank @haven247 @echo-at-the-pond @kraekat29 @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @drewstarkeyslut @drudyslut @blueicequeen19 @moremaybank @rafesc0kewh0re @pankowperfection @lovesickbrat @babygorewhore

#jj maybank #outer banks #jj maybank smut #obx #jj maybank prompt #jj obx #jj maybank x reader #sub!jj #jj maybank x reader smut #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x you #outer banks smut

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kekaki-cupcakes · 7 months

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Hiiii! How are you hanging?

Warning: periods? Not sure if it’s a warning. If it is or it makes you uncomfortable I am so so sorry it was not my intention

Could you write for Leo Valdez being his s/o’s biggest simp and like acting as heater and heating pad especially when she’s on her period and building her lots of gadgets for basically anything he thinks she may need?

Feel free to skip this obviously!

Sorry again and have a lovely day!

Bye! (Ps I have reade your Nike one for about 20 times now and it still is so fun and amazing! ‘Cant wait for the Hypnos one!)

I'm working on so much rn so this is just a short head canon list that sort of derailed but it was so cute to write. I'm glad you liked the Nike one, and the Hypnos fic was just posted I hope you find it <3

And period talk doesn't make me uncomfortable don't worry I'm fine with writing lots of that kind of stuff I just have like, limits with smut and age gap kind of stuff [I'm also a minor]

This header just gave me like, hot water bottle cover vibes and matched the rest of it too, hope you enjoy!

Hotboy/Hotpack---Leo V x gn reader on their period

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-No but like he’s literally perfect for the job

-Who else is better at laying down as a weighted blanket and heating himself up to perfect temperature and then just literally fiddling with rubix cubes while you use him as a hot water bottle

-He’d be so happy to as well, like it was the best job in the world [which it is to him, he gets cuddles as well as being a good boyfriend. It’s a win win]. Even if you didn’t ask, he’d catch you microwaving a wheat pack while you take painkillers in the camp kitchen and sneak up behind you and hug you. Or maybe he’d lay across the counter dramatically,

-‘mi amor are you replacing me? Why would you do this? I love you, and now there's other guys in your life!’

-‘it’s literally a hot water bottle’

-‘No! I must win you back!...Come on let’s go make out-’

-Then he’d take the hot water bottle away and smother you in kisses [if you felt like it] and drag you back to your cabin. He’d bring your favorite snacks and steal Pipers Ipad, the one with the hello kitty stickers, and you’d watch movies to pass the time.

-He’s the type to try those different rubbing points on your stomach to help with cramps [gods his hands are so fine, but that’s besides the point] and even if they didn’t work you’d get a massage out of it <3

-So we’ve all agreed Leo is the little spoon, right?

-He’d act so tough and macho, spooning you to heat up his hands on your stomach but then you rolled over in your sleep once and woke up to him grinning his head off while you hugged him

-Of course you figured it out and now you’re the big spoon because he’s just so small and cuddly, like a teddy bear [even if he’s a bit boney] and when you get cramps it works even better. He’s like a life sized heat pack pressed against you, and he always holds you hands as well because he’s just like that :D

-He has the softest curly hair when it isn’t covered in sawdust and grease, and when he lays his head on your chest or that little spot between your neck and your shoulder you could just run your hands through it. Or maybe put little plaits in it. He’d love that. Touch is definitely his love language, once he realizes he does deserve it, as well as gifts and acts of service.

-Gifts and acts of service is a subconscious thing for him that he doesn’t even realize he does and likes until he spots the shelf next to your bed filled with all the little things he’s made. Gold or silver jewelry [he quickly figured out which one was favorite through trial and error you didn’t even notice], little metal flowers he’d welded with his fingers, which were literally made with love. There’d be things like lollies and packets of gum he’d realized you liked and promptly bought when he went out, fairy lights he’d made in the shape of hearts, candles with your favorite scents he’d made from when Hazel had a wax-y crafts phase, and more.

-If you ever gave him something in return, he’d probably cry

-But he knows you love him and he definitely knows he loves you [as well as the rest of CHB lol]

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#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #leovaldez #Leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #Leo valdez x gender neutral reader #reader on their period #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #but no y/n dw #lol

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itsmealaiah · 1 month

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Risque

johnnie guilbert x stripper! reader

TW: strip club, mentions of a sex room, some bondage, reader is a stripper, p in v sex, paying for sex, use of toys, mild profanity, AFAB reader, degrading/ dirty talk, drinking, unprotected sex (y/n and johnnie are in their 20's but please be careful 🖤)

Request: could you make a smut where y/n is a stripper and johnnie sees her and they go back stage together and get it on

Rating: 18+, mdni

WC: 1.6k

Got some people over today so this is my one and only fic im releasing, hope you enjoy 🖤

It was a night like any other at the club you worked at, the neon lights and the thumping bass filling your senses as you gyrated on stage, hands grasping the metal pole above you. You felt a familiar pair of eyes on you as you danced, and when you glanced over you saw him sitting in his usual spot in the VIP section. His name was Johnnie, and he'd been a regular for months now. As you finished your routine, he flashed you a wad of cash, signaling that he wanted you to come backstage with him.

You smiled to yourself and finished up your routine, making your way through the crowd to the back. Johnnie was already there, leaning against the wall, one foot propped up casually. He nodded at you as you approached, his eyes never leaving your body. "Hey," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Mind if I buy you a drink?"You shrugged, feeling a thrill run through you at his attention. "Sure, why not?" You replied, trying to sound nonchalant. He motioned for you to follow him to the makeshift bar that was set up backstage. It was nothing fancy, just a few folding tables and some ice-filled coolers, but it did the trick. Johnnie ordered two drinks, handing one to you before taking a sip of his own. The liquid burned its way down your throat, and you couldn't help but cough. He chuckled, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"You okay there?" he asked, concern etched into his features. You nodded, catching your breath. "Yeah, I'm fine," you managed to say between coughs. "Just a little intense." He gave you a knowing smile and took another sip of his drink. The ice cubes clinked together in the glass, a soothing sound in the otherwise loud backstage area.

You glanced around, taking in the familiar scene. The other dancers milled about, some chatting with each other, others slipping away to the side to have a quick smoke or a quickie. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and perfume, and the low hum of conversation was almost deafening. You felt a pang of envy as you watched some of the other girls being fawned over by their regulars, but you tried not to let it show.

"So," Johnnie said finally, setting his empty glass down on the makeshift bar. "What do you say we find someplace a little more private to talk?" He took your hand and led you deeper into the backstage area, down a dimly lit hallway that you'd never noticed before. You followed him, heart racing, wondering where he was taking you. The air grew warmer and the lighting grew dimmer as you walked, the sounds of the club fading away behind you. Finally, he pushed open a door and gestured for you to enter.

The room beyond was unlike anything you'd ever seen backstage. It was a sex room, with walls adorned with leather and steel bondage furniture, and an array of sex toys and vibrators spread out across the bed. There was even a rack of ropes hanging from the ceiling, waiting to be used for tying someone up. Johnnie closed the door behind you and turned to face you, his expression unreadable.

You stood there, taking it all in, feeling a mixture of shock and arousal coursing through your veins. He stepped closer, his hand trailing down your arm, sending shivers up and down your spine. "You like it?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

You swallowed hard, finding your voice. "Yeah," you breathed. "It's… quite the setup you have here." He smiled at your comment, and before you knew it, he had you pinned against the wall, his body pressed against yours. His lips found your neck, and he began to nibble and suck gently. You moaned, arching your back into him. "Do you want to see more?" he whispered into your ear. "Do you want to play with all these toys?"

You nodded, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. He stepped back, giving you some space, and gestured to the bed. "Why don't you have a seat?" he invited, motioning to a leather-bound chair in the corner. You did as he said, feeling the softness of the bed beneath you as you sat down. He walked over to the bed and kneeled in front of you, his eyes traveling the length of your body. "Take off your clothes," he said, his voice commanding but gentle.

You reached up and began to unbutton your top, revealing your lace-covered breasts to him. He groaned, leaning forward to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. You cried out, arching your back again, and he smiled, moving to the other breast. As you kicked off your heels and peeled off your remaining clothes, you could feel the air against your bare skin, making your nipples harden even more. He glanced up at you, eyes hungry as he watched you undress.

When you were completely naked, he gestured for you to lie down on the bed. You did as he said, feeling the cool leather against your skin. He crawled onto the bed beside you, his body pressing against yours. His hands traveled over your body, exploring every inch of your skin, and he paused to roll your nipple between his fingers.

"Tell me," he whispered, "have you ever tried bondage before?" You hesitated for a moment, feeling a thrill run through you at the thought of being tied up. "No," you admitted, "but I've always wondered what it would be like." He smiled, his eyes glinting with excitement.

He reached over to the rack of ropes hanging from the ceiling and selected a long, silky length of black satin. He knelt between your spread legs, wrapping one end around your ankle and securing it to the bedpost. You felt a thrill of anticipation course through you as he began to bind you, pulling the rope taut and knotting it expertly. He moved up your body, wrapping another length of rope around your waist and attaching it to the headboard. You felt restricted and helpless, but in the best possible way.

Finally, he stood back and surveyed his handiwork, admiring the way your body was held open for him, completely at his mercy. "There," he said, running his hands down your bound arms. "Now you're all mine." You felt a shiver of anticipation race through you at his words.

He leaned forward, kissing your neck before trailing his tongue down towards your nipple. His teeth scraped gently against the hard peak as he sucked, and you arched your back, moaning softly. "Do you like that?" he whispered, and you nodded, unable to form words as he continued to tease you.

His hand found the small vibrator you'd spotted earlier, and he pressed it against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. "Is this what you were looking for?" he asked, and you could feel the vibrations building inside you, making it harder and harder to think.

As your breath came faster and shallower, he reached for the control panel on the side of the bed, and the vibrator grew even stronger. You cried out, your hips bucking against his hand as the sensation overtook you. He smiled, watching you lose control, and then eased the vibrator away, leaving you aching for more.

But he had other plans. He stood up and stripped out of his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular body. Then he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. You nodded, your heart racing as he guided his erection towards your entrance. He thrust into you, hard and deep, and you cried out at the intense sensation.

He began to move, his body sliding against yours in a rhythmic motion that sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. You arched your back, pressing your bound wrists against the mattress as he took you harder and faster. The ropes holding you in place seemed to amplify the sensation, making you feel completely at his mercy.

With each thrust, the vibrator against your clit sent another jolt of pleasure through you, and you could feel your orgasm building, growing closer with each passing second. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape, but it was no use. As he reached around to stroke your swollen nipple, your body tensed and you cried out, your orgasm crashing over you in a wave of bliss.

He slowed his pace, letting you catch your breath as you rode out the aftershocks of your climax. He leaned in, kissing you deeply, their tongues tangling as he began to move inside you once again. You could feel your body responding to his touch, growing wet and aching for more.

As he thrust harder, he reached down to press the vibrator against your clit again, sending a new wave of pleasure coursing through you. You gasped, arching your back as the sensation overtook you. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, the tension building inside you as you neared the brink.

Just as you were sure you couldn't take another moment of this exquisite torture, your body gave in, and you cried out in release, your muscles tensing around him as your orgasm crashed over you in a powerful wave. He continued to move inside you, his eyes locked on yours as he watched you lose control, and then he followed you over the edge, his body tense as he came deep inside you.

Finally, he collapsed on top of you, sweaty bodies sticking together. You could feel the aftermath of your orgasm pulsing between your legs, and the vibrator still pressed against your clit, sending a gentle hum through you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both caught your breath.

"That was well worth it"

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starrykaulitz · 9 months

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can you do a smut with tom x fem!reader? their at a party and she somewhat half flirts with someone else and he’s like hella jealous? if you’re not comfortable then it’s okay!!

$. remember.

☆ synopsis ; you meet a man who peaks your interest within a party, though feel a pair of eyes lingering on every move you make.

★ pairing ; tom x fem!reader

☆ word count ; 2187

★ warnings ; language, smut (18+), dirty talk?, p in v, degrading, jealousy??

a/n – hope this is okay!! kinda put my own lil jealous tom headcannon n backstory on it :)

☆

the music boomed throughout the dull room, the smell of sweat stung your nostrils as you swayed your hips from left to right. you knew you felt eyes burning into your skin from the moment you stepped onto the dance floor, feeling how they watched your mini-skirt slowly rise a little higher than you’d like it too.

though the alcohol now seeming to seep out of your pores had forced you to ignore those eyes, your focus being on how close you were to others—and as you seemed to disappear behind the hoard of drunk teens, you knew you had to escape it.

you slipped and snaked through the crowd of people until you reached a table—snacks spread evenly across it, drinks placed in a tub of ice-cubes.

water, you needed water.

as you reached down to the icy tub, you watched as another hand grabbed the bottle you’d been reaching for—you were too slow.

“oh, sorry.” you looked up to see who the thief had been, not sure what you’d been expecting, though knowing it was not this; a man taller than you, brunette hair which shaped into some type of mullet, the tips dyed blonde and spiky. his face had been sharp, good jaw, deep voice.

“no no, you have it.” you blurted out, standing back upright just as he had done.

“or, we could share?” he suggested, brows raising as he awaited your answer.

the only thing holding you back from this offer was the one who’s eyes burnt into the nape of your neck, stalking and observing your every move with this man. you almost rolled your eyes as you thought of him, of tom, jealousy filling his mind as rage made his fists curl in anger.

you two hadn’t even been dating, fuck-buddies maybe—if you could even call yourselves that. your relationship had certainly not been monogamous, you’d watched tom multiple times in public spaces, school lockers, female bathrooms on his knees. he’d been unloyal, false. you just enjoyed the sex—how you were now almost perfectly moulded to him, how he made you finish multiple times until it seemed that you’d forgotten your own name and his was engraved on your tongue.

you shook the thought away before finally answer; “sounds good!” you nodded to the mystery man in return before he opened the lid with a pop and handed it to you, instantly chugging from dehydration.

you passed it to him after you’d devoured almost half the bottle, watching as his adams apple moved up and down once he swallowed what he needed—shit.

“what’s your name?” you questioned the man, watching as he placed the bottle back down on the table and wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve.

“max, yours?”

you stated your name, leaning against the table and watching as he slowly inched forward until you’d been only a few feet apart. you could smell the liquor on his breath as his mouth suddenly went for yours, hand moving to rest on you jaw. you kissed him back softly, his tongue slowly entering your mouth and deepening the kiss.

you snaked your fingers up to his nape, grabbing onto the long hair in which hung lowly on his shoulder. he was good—though not as good as-

someone grabbed at your arms, instantly pulling you away from the kiss. it was a familiar hand, calloused fingers causing you to cry out as he clung tightly to your wrist.

“ow!” you yelped before turning to the culprit—of course it was him;

tom, in all his might had dragged you away from the gorgeous man who now watched as you were towed away from him. max’s eyes were filled with confusion, clouded with disappointment at the thought that perhaps he’d just become a home-wrecker.

“how the fuck do you have the audacity to do this, tom!?” you clawed at his massive hand, though found no luck in loosening his grip before he’d begun pulling you through a dimly lit hallway.

“let go of me!” you screeched once more before he shoved you inside an open door, finally letting your wrist lose. he slammed the door behind him, eyes on the floor, slowly snaking their way up your body—he drunk in every curve and crevice which was presented within your slutty outfit. he held himself back from tearing it all off then and there as he stalked closer to his prey, eyes filled with fire as jealousy ebbed away at his heart.

“tom… stop.” you mumbled before you hit the wall behind you—he’d backed you into it on purpose, using his deep dark eyes as a ways of hypnotising you into forgetting what he had just done.

your mouth hung open as his body now towered over yours, his shadow devouring your own.

“you knew I was watching.” he mumbled, right hand meeting with the curve of your waist, slowly making its way up your stomach, past your breasts, and to your neck--his hand so large that it almost covered its entirety.

“as if I don’t know about the multiple girls you fuck.” then, he smirked his god-awful smirk. toms lips curled into an evil smile as he stared down upon his kill, hungry eyes already stripping you of all your clothes.

you felt as the hand around your neck caressed your jaw, his thumb forcing your mouth open as he flattened it against your tongue.

“I fuck none of them as good as I fuck you…” tom watched on intently as your plump, lipstick smeared lips encircled his thumb, tongue flicking at it before he pulled out of your mouth with a pop.

shivers crawled down your spine as you felt his wet thumb spread the saliva across your lips—the lips he so desperately needed to devour.

he looked so evil, so full of malice that you felt the wet within you seep into your G-string. you hated to admit it, but this toxic game had been your favorite to play—you adored making tom mad, making him jealous to the point of fucking the sense out of you. tom had met his toxic match, his womanizing woman, his equally as horny whore.

“just fuck me already.” you whispered before being abruptly cut-off by toms eager kiss, his tongue waiting no longer to enter and fight your own. his hand gripped firmly around your neck, his other digging into your waist—you loved how his animalistic grip on you left its mark.

you moaned into his mouth as you felt his knee enter the space between your thighs, rubbing it slowly against your aching centre as you craved for friction.

you felt him grin against your lips, biting your bottom one as your arms clung to his neck. slowly, you removed the cap which had been covering the dreads you’d loved to tug on so much and threw it to the floor. next, his hairband.

he looked fucking fantastic with his long dreadlocks hanging by his side, lose and free from all restraints-- more access to being pulled and yanked at.

he shoved his knee higher and closer to your covered clit, making you pull away from the kiss as you whined against his skin—he took this opportunity to almost tear your crop-top off he as he let it drop beside him, leaving his hands free to begin groping and tugging at your sensitive nipples—going bra-less working wonders in this moment.

tom’s face entered the crevice of your neck as he begun biting at it, sucking small circles in order to leave deep markings. you moaned into his ear, making him grunt into your supple skin as he continued to ruin the once clean canvas of skin.

slowly, you felt as the friction you once craved was stripped away from you, his knee leaving you whining and begging for more. you felt his hand grope at your ass from beneath your skirt, heaving you up and onto his torso before you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist.

tom continued the fervent kiss as you were hoisted into the air and carried over to the basin placed behind him. your lips had not left each other's once, drool beginning to drip down your chin as he prompted you roughly on the cold tile below—causing almost everything placed neatly on the cabinets to be thrown to the floor, smashing a few bottles here and there, though being completely ignorant as the two of you fought for air.

your legs stayed wrapped around tom’s rather small waist as he pulled away for only a moment to remove his over-sized shirt, revealing his tanned, built body below. you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip at how marvellous his body looked—you could almost finish just by looking at him.

“your so fucking lucky.” he brushed against your lips, unbuckling his belt before lifting your body and removing your panties—if you could even call them that.

“who were you planning on fucking tonight?” sarcasm filling his tone as he stared at the G-string, throwing it to the floor with a scoff.

“not you.” you snickered, though was vulgarly cut-off as you felt toms dick enter you forcefully.

your head fell backward against the mirror as you cried out, tom groaning at the feeling of your tight hole, unprepared and clean.

“fuck!” he swore before gripping onto the plush of your thighs, almost instantly starting his thrusts at a hasty pace. he didn’t want to give you any time to get used to his large size, he needed to torture you for what you did--for thinking that you could be anyone else’s but his.

“tom, oh my god!” you whined out at how he violated your entrance, your walls clenching around him as you felt his dick fit almost perfectly into you.

“your fucking moulded to me, you fucking slut.” you moaned at his words, your mouth hanging open in an ‘o’ as he continued to beat your insides raw.

“your not gonna’ remember that guys name…” he paused, sucking any air that he could into his lungs, “once I’m done with you.”

you could barely process what tom was saying, your brain blurring with pure ecstasy as you clung to his neck, fingers desperately gripping to his long dread-locks which swayed back and forth with each thrust.

he not only had you screaming, tom had you scratching and writhing under his obsessive pounding—his own moans only making your entrance wetter and wetter as you heard him swear under his breath, licking and biting at your earlobe.

then, you felt his thumb begin working circles into your over-sensitive clit—just how you liked.

“tom, fuck!” you were getting high of his dick, your words slurring and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your scalp hit the mirror behind you—hands now clinging to the marble table-top beneath you.

you felt as tom took advantage of your vulnerable body, licking upward from in-between your breasts, up over your hickey-painted neck, stopping only at your jaw before his mouth had met yours again. your muffled moans devoured his own as you felt the cold of his lip ring send shivers down your throat.

“I wanna show you off…” he mumbled against your agape mouth, suddenly leaving another bite on your earlobe.

he groaned your name, “who fucks you the best, slut.”

“y-you…”

“need more than that…”

“you, t-tom!” you finally whined as his thumb continued at your sensitive clit, drawing you closer to your end.

“your so wet for me,” he cut off, head laying into the crevice of your slick neck.

“I don’t even need to be jealous about the other guys that f-fuck you…” he pulled his head out of your neck, watching as his dick entered and exited your pussy—the slaps making him smirk and throw his head backward in pure lust. watching himself slam into you caused jolts of desire to rise to his tip.

“no one fucks you as good as I do.” and with that, your insides churned and twisted as you came undone at his words. you cried out his name, arms turning to goo as you threw them around his neck. the stars floating behind closed eyes turning you into a dizzy mess.

“fuck!” he seethed as he pumped into you only a few timed before the clench of your hole milked him empty.

he continued at a slower pace before halting fully. no more smacking noises, no more slick sounds, only the heavy and desperate breathing of the two of you filled the silent room. tom raised his hand to the misty mirror behind you, imprinting his mark into it just as he had imprinted his teeth into your neck.

“I don’t want to see you with that other guy…” he finally built up the strength to talk, ignoring how his orgasm made his ears ring and vision go black.

“what’s his name…” he mumbled against your neck, biting once more at its sensitive skin.

“who..?”

#tom kaulitz #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x oc #tokio hotel smut

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short-black-diamond · 8 months

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Have you ever just

I offer >🧍🏻‍♂️💕

🥞

🧇Vasily🥛 < pls I can't accept

🥪

- 🧍🏻‍♂️I think I'm gay

Huh? Sorry but I cannot read emojis

Are you saying that you offer love, pancakes, and eat waffles with milk with Vasily or him offering you these???

Sorry but I'm too stupid to read what you mean, sorry dude

EXPLAIN THAT SHIT TO ME

Wait do you mean you're eating some pancakes and he is eating a sandwhich and he offers you a bite of his food in trade for a bite of yours? that would be really cute!

Nah I still don't understand what you mean, please use words, I interpret too much from pictures

-your diamond <3

ps. I think you're gay too🧍🏻‍♂️

#vasily vadymovych vovchanchyn #vasily x reader #v-cube #v-cube x reader #the tomato can #the tomato can vasily #the tomato can webtoon #the tomato can x you #the tomato can x reader

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natsaffection · 1 year

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Cure. | N. Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff x Younger!Reader

MINORS DNI!!! (18+!)

Summary: You got infected with the sex pollen and a red haired ..acquaintance offers to help you.

warnings: Age gap (N=32 | r= 20), Masturbation, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), strap on (r receiving)

Word count: 2,1k

A/N: Here's part from my ongoing fic ( I hate you! ) that I'm continuing and wanted to share!! :v Please have in mind that English is not my first language <33

As usual, you were lost in thoughts and again didn't notice where your head was taking you. Until you stood in front of Bruce's lab. You were about to go on, when something grabbed you. So you look around and finally go inside.

It was large and very plain. Also, of course white..what does that color always have to do with it? "Hey, Y/N, can I help you with something?" Bruce's voice startled you "No..Just curious." Bruce smiled and continued to play with a device in his hand. As he went back to his work, you continue to look around. You have to admit Bruce is pretty darn organizational and everything has a label, its own container and so on. Except...this one certain piece. It had a sort of orange glow to it and yes that only attracted curious people like you, "Hey Bruce what's this?" You touch it and when you see Bruce face, "O-Oh, don't!" a pulling stench came from the jar, and you drop it and with your luck you stand right in the cloud of the smell. You cough a few times and step aside, "What the hell is that!" Bruce slowly walked up to you, "Oh god..Uhm..How are you..feeling?"

How should you be feeling? You stink to no end now, "Other than the smell, fine. Why?" Bruce holds his hand over his mouth, and you see him thinking. "Bruce, what's going on? What is that thing I inhaled!" Are you going to die? Is that how you're going to die?! He kept coming at you, "I'm so sorry. I-"

"Now tell me what's going on, Bruce, or I'll..."

"You've been infected with sex pollen!" he interrupted you, looking deep into your eyes. However, you only understood the word sex and infected, "W-WHAT?! What does that mean, infected? With what, a-and how long is this going to last now?" You should have stayed in bed...

And you were now. Just with a bit of a shocked face. Bruce explained to you exactly what it means to be infected with it and your head stopped. You asked how you could get rid of it, and Bruce had to stifle a laugh. And now here you are...sweaty, hot and...horny. You had been trying for several minutes, but you couldn't get it off. Is it hormones, or why could you start crying at any time? You're so damn needy, you couldn't think straight,

"My door is always open for that... to talk, I mean, for other things, too."

Your eyes widened. Hell no. No, no, no..She's the last person you would ask for something like that! Bruce must have made a mistake, this will go away on its own..So you lay down on your side and try to sleep. But after many hours, from turning over, to throwing the pillow away, you couldn't. You look at your air conditioner and whimper as you see it set to max. Eventually you give up on it and get up to go to the kitchen. You need ice cubes, liters of water, and Natasha.

Wait what?

When you get to the kitchen, you see how she also just made herself something to eat. You curse inside and go to the fridge anyway, "Hey..." Fuck, now your body is going into high gear again. "H-Hi..." What the fuck was that!!! Why do you sound so- "Are you okay?"

Just getting the water, just getting the water!

"You're really bad at lying, that needs to be mentioned." She calmly continues eating her food, "So what's the deal." Why does her voice have so much inpact on your body? You're thinking desperately, and you just couldn't take it anymore, "Bruce has some sex pollen in his fucking lab for fuck's sake and I inhaled that shit, okay?!" Don't be embarrassed. She's a woman, and you're a woman, so what could go wrong?

"I can help you with that if you want..." If you had drunk your water, it would be on the floor now, "What?" You misheard. Natasha set her bowl aside and leaned forward further, "Believe me when I tell you that it will only go away if a second person helps you with it. I speak from experience..." She tries to smile slightly, but knew how that must sound, "W-Who helped you?"

"It doesn't matter, so?"

You blink several times, "N-No..No! That- We can't do that! I'll do it-"

"I don't want to force you Y/n, but you're just getting started. You don't want to get to the end of the line, really." You keep looking at her. She really means it..No!

You grab your stuff and walk past her. Once in the room, you walked a bit, but the more you thought about it, the worse it got. Your tingling in your stomach is killing you and the heat even further down..Your fingers moved back down, started rubbing your clit. Your other hand reached for your breast, and you start stimulating your nipple as well. "F-Fuck..." You rub your knuckles more against your clit, circular motions sending you into spasms. Your legs start twitching, and you keep trying to concentrate until all the sensation disappeared. You start whimpering and trying to fight it, but it was no use. You were back to zero.

You had tried two more times, but instead of it getting better, it got so much worse that you couldn't take it anymore. So you get up and go over to the one who gave you the offer. You knock and a little later she opened up and grinned at you, "told you."

"Shut up and now help me, please..." She opens the door further and you go inside. You look around and then turn to her, "So..How do-"

Natasha was on you like a gazelle. She attacked your neck immediately, and you had to laugh. She can definitely save the foreplay, "Please fuck me now!" She continued a few more kisses on your neck until she looked at you, "Wow, where do you get words like that, huh, little girl? But before. I need you to answer one thing for me,“ The look she had and how she looked down at you gave your confirmation again that it wasn't a mistake to come here, fuck you could already feel it... "Is this your first time?" You were already expecting that, "No." She looks deeply at you to check for a lie, but when she found nothing, "Don't worry about your problem," She put a hand on your chest and pushes you backwards to her bed. As you lay on it, she climbs over you, "Besides..the best part are not finished in a hurry." She goes back to your neck and helps you take off your shirt. When that was finally on the floor, she wandered down,

Your shoulder, your chest, your belly, everything she touched with her mouth and the heat you already had got worse and worse, "P-Please, do something..." You had waited enough today..She kept looking at you until finally She squatted in front of where you needed Her the most. Between your legs.

She didn't hesitate long and directly started making circular movements with her tongue. The sensation made you spasm right away, and you comply with her movements, "You're doing great..." Fuck, who is doing the best here?! Sex with dirty talk? 10/10! That Natasha was strong, you already knew, but when she turned you completely around in one movement was new. Or your head was already so fucked that you could no longer think. Now that you were lying on your stomach, Natasha had a much better angle and didn't take long to fill you with her fingers.

You couldn't help but moan into the pillow beneath you. This must have triggered something in Natasha as she suddenly climbed onto the bed, reached under your belly and leaned into you, "Don't hide those beautiful noises from me... "A-Ah! F-fuck!" It was too much at once, and you try to hold on somewhere, but you found nothing but her arm. Natasha grunt as she felt your nails in her wrist and that propelled her forward. She went in deeper and managed to put her thumb on your clit as well.

The only thing that held you now was Natasha. That was also the only thing you could think about, "I feel it getting tighter..." The way she whispered that in your ear made you finish and let out everything you had. She helped you ride out the orgasm and then gently laid you down on the pillows. You were trying to catch your breath when you noticed Natasha getting up and leaving. You were already getting ready to leave, but a little later she came back with a strap in her hand, "Is that okay if I take you with this?" You look at her blurry, "Fuck..hell yes.."

She clicked her tongue and pulled out to put the strap on. When She was done, She came over you again. To your surprise, She took your face and turned it towards Her to give you a kiss. She probably took that as a distraction, since she was filling you with her cock at the same time. You moaned into her, and she swallowed most of your sounds, but when she hit a certain spot, you throw your head back. "Found it, hmm?" You were afraid she would stop, so you started nodding vigorously, "Yes, Yes! Right there, please!" Natasha leaned up and turned you around again, holding your hips to get a better grip. She then rammed into you like an animal and the bed started pounding against the wall,

"Th-This..Feels, Ahh!" All that could be heard in the room was your moans and the thud of your skin, and Natasha couldn't get enough. She turned you again and bent your whole body towards her, making you see stars, "So deep~“

"Yeah? Am I making you feel good, huh?" She grabbed one of your breasts and started massaging your nipples, making you twitch, "W-Wait, that's too-" you were cut off as Natasha gave you a certain thrust and ramming into you faster. She was about to finish and so were you, "I-I will!!!"

"Come on..Fuck, go ahead.." Natasha's thrusts became more uncontrolled, and she just rammed into you out of desperation until it clicked, and you moaned her name. This also brought Natasha into her orgasm and she collapsed all over you. She held herself up on her shoulders to look at you and shit, does she love that look you have on your face. "Wow, you really needed that..“Her tone was soft, and you close your eyes to keep that serene feeling, "You have..yeah..no idea..thanks..."

"Wait here." She rolled to the side to get up from the bed. You just thought to yourself 'I have nowhere to go right now anyway' but you let it stick. She was gone for a while until she came back with a fresh towel and a glass of water. She sat down at the edge and gave you the water. You thanked her and took it,

"So..." Natasha was the first to say anything again after a few minutes of silence, "Are you feeling better?" You knew she was asking it to get the mood back up. You couldn't hide the grin anymore, "Yeah..thanks again..I'll owe you."

"No you don't." Even Natasha noticed that this statement came way too fast. She continues to look at you and stands up again. You thought that was it and that it was the sign to go, but as you were about to get up as well, she came back with bedding, "Where are you going?" You were confused, "Um..I thought I was supposed to go?" Natasha rolled her eyes and put the bed stuff on her bed, "Ever heard of aftercare? And I hardly think you can walk two feet in this condition..." She's right...again.

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha smut #natasha romanov x reader #nat x reader #natasha romanov smut #dom!natasha x reader #natasha romonova #the avengers #natasha

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goosewriting · 2 years

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My name looks good on you (rottmnt x reader)

summary: you gift your turtle a bracelet with your name on it

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Donnie, Mikey x reader (separate)

warnings: pure fluff asfasdf

word count: 2857

A/N: very self indulgent ;;v;; first time writing for the other brothers so i hope it’s not too ooc! also i’m still trying to figure out how to do headcanons haha

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

🔵 Leo

you were just chilling at home browsing Pinterest and somehow ended up looking at cute couple aesthetics things

that’s when you came across super cute bracelets

they had those cube shaped beads with letters on them, embroidered into colourful bands

this gave you the idea of making a bracelet for Leo with your name on it

you gathered the materials immediately and started working on it

for the palette you decided to go with varying shades of blue

you also alternated fun shaped beads, little turtles and stars, so the band wouldn't be too plain

on each side of your name you also added a little red crescent moon, for his stripes. this you found particularly clever and mentally gave yourself a pat on the back

Leo would boast so much about it, you’d never hear the end of it

but it’d be worth the torture if it makes him happy

and you’d be happy if he decided to wear it (which he definitely will)

as for how big it had to be you kinda just took a guess, leaving the ends long enough to tie a knot and cut off the rest

after it was done you looked at your finished work with satisfaction, and texted the turtles you were coming over

once you and Leo were alone you did the “choose one: right or left hand?” while hiding both behind your back

no matter what Leo chose, you’d show him an empty hand first just to annoy him

upon seeing your empty palm he looked at you with a quirked up brow and a curious smile

when he chose your other hand you quickly switched the bracelet behind your back, showing him an empty hand again

he scoffed in mock offense and went to tackle you to snatch whatever it was you’re holding

you squeaked and took a couple steps back

“ok ok! I’ll show you. hold out your hand and close your eyes!”

Leo melted inside with those big bright e/c eyes you were looking at him with, your weight slightly shifting from one foot to another due to how excited you were to see his reaction

he kept his cool tho and obliged and stretched out one arm, covering his eyes with the other hand

“if you prank me or something you’re going down y/n” he laughed

“where’s the trust” you sighed dramatically

you see him shift his fingers to take a peek

smacking his arm slightly, he covered up again

“alright alright, i’m just really curious!”

“just a little more patience, Leo. isn’t that like a whole ninja virtue thing? have you been slacking on your training?” you joked while tying the bracelet on his wrist, leaving the knot loose enough to redo it if he wanted

“my ninjosity is perfectly fine, thank you very much” he retorted, clearly growing impatient at not being able to see

“ta-da!” you finally sang and he uncovered his eyes

a huge smirk made its way onto Leo’s face as he admired the handiwork

he was about to make some corny comment but you were quicker

“it’s to show everyone you’re mine” you said pecking the tip of his beak

to hide his sudden blush, Leo trapped you in a bear hug

which you happily returned

when he let go, you helped him tighten the knot so the bracelet wouldn’t be too tight

you cut off the ends and sealed everything with a lighter, being careful not to burn your boyfriend or your own fingers

“i love it, thank you” he said, kissing you hard and ending with a loud “mwah!”

you were 100% partner material and his ego was through the roof right now

as expected, Leo went around the lair gesturing exaggeratedly to bring attention to his hand

it didn’t even matter if anyone commented on the bracelet or not, he’d go “oh this? yeah my s/o made it because I’m that awesome”

would smile to himself every time he looks at it

instant dopamine shot for Leo

he’ll definitely ask Mikey to help him make one for you so you guys can match

🔴 Raph

you were hanging in Raph’s room when you noticed how all of his brothers had some sort of custom thing to them

Mikey had stickers on his plastron

Leo had stripes and markings on his shell

Donnie also had markings plus his tech incorporated into his outfit

Raph didn’t really wear anything besides his mask

all he had was… spikes

how unfair

so you took it upon yourself to make something for him that would give him a bit of swag

you remembered seeing some cute bracelets with names on the internet the other day

perfect idea!

you just needed the materials

you decided to go to Mikey; as the artsy turtle of the four he may have something to work with

to no one’s surprise he pulled out a box from under his bed with string, cords and beads in all imaginable sizes, shapes and colours

everything was delicately sorted into smaller boxes

you thanked him excitedly and when he asked what you were doing, you told him it was a gift for his brother

but it was a secret! so shh

Mikey understood the assignment, saluted you like a soldier and went to distract Raph so he wouldn’t come into his room

you worked fast but diligently

as you were picking out the beads to spell your name, it occured to you that with Raph’s weapon of choice a bracelet might get into the way

since the handles of his sais were quite short you didn’t want them to get stuck in the bracelet

so you decided to switch to a necklace

it would be almost choker-like, as not to slip over his head when doing ninja shenanigans, but also loose enough to allow movement without choking him

aside from your name in the middle, you also decided to add little turtle and heart shaped beads as well

for the strings you went with a bright and a darker shade of red that you braided together several times to make it nice and sturdy

after all your turtle is big and spiky. but so full of love

ugh you got all mushy inside thinking about him wearing the necklace

with a blush adorning your features you finished the last knot, leaving long enough strings to tie them at the end

you started tidying up and set Mikey’s stuff neatly back into the box

poking your head out of his room you looked for Raph

from the projector room you could hear the laughs of Raph, Mikey and Leo

they were probably gaming

Raph was sat on the couch and had his back towards you

so you silently approached him from behind, poking his shell

he jumped slightly since he hadn’t seen or heard you, and was about to stand up to face you but you told him to sit

he obeyed with a questioning look, his brothers also curious as to what you were up to

“stay still” you said as you stretched your hands over his shoulders, placing the necklace in place and tying a loose knot at the back

Mikey went “aww” as he clasped his hands together to the side of his head

Leo muttered a “kinda looks like a collar lol” before adding a “looking good big bro!” with a thumbs up

Raph felt around his neck but he couldn’t see, so he rushed to the bathroom to the mirror, with you happily skipping behind him

when he finally got to see your gift he blushed a deep red, which made you blush as well

“do you like it?” you asked shily, since he wasn’t anything

“like it? i love it!” he exclaimed after regaining his composture

Raph picked you up in a hug and swung you around several times, setting you down with a giggle

as you’re fastening the necklace and sealing the ends with a lighter, he’s already making plans on what to get you

also a necklace with his name? a bracelet? …a ring? that last one made his heart skip a beat

when you were done he lifted you up like you weighed nothing (you really didn’t to him) and set you on his lap to give you a well deserved ‘thank you’ kiss

🟠 Mikey

Mikey and you had wanted to get matching somethings for a while now

you couldn’t decide if you wanted it to be a necklace, with pieces that fit each other like halfs of hearts

or something else that matched in some way

you once saw a 6-way necklace where every piece was a slice of pizza, which if put together, formed the whole pizza

that would have been perfect for you, April and the 4 brothers

but you also wanted something that was just for the two of you

so you were scrolling Pinterest and Tumblr to find ideas

and you found the instructions to making bracelets with those lettered beads

in your brain an idea started forming and you immediately went to work, gathering all the materials

Mikey really wanted in on what you were doing, especially because usually you’d do crafts and artsy thing together

so you kinda had to do this secretly when you were at home instead of with him

which was a bit sad but you just filled your head with thoughts of your favourite orange turtle and blasted some high energy music to work through missing him

you decided to go with a longer strand, so it would wrap twice around the wrist

your name was followed by a heart and then Mikey’s name, since it was long enough to fit both names

you also added flower and turtle shaped beads

you even found a little pizza charm that glowed in the dark

so obviously you had to add that as well

for the colours you chose neon yellow, orange and green

the ends were neatly tucked into some clasps

admiring your finished masterpiece in your hands you smiled to yourself

a yawn made you look at the time only to realise it was like 2 am

whoops

you barely got any sleep tho because you couldn't wait to give it to him

the next day you headed to the lair as soon as your schedule allowed you to

you entered the place like you’d always do, greeting everyone with a cheerful “hello!” and quick hugs

when you got to Mikey he hugged you tightly and swirled you around a couple times calling your name

you looked at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes and a smile that gave you away

“what is it?” he said, thinking you’d spill the tea about something good that happened in class or something like that

instead you rummaged in your bag and fished out your gift, carefully placed in a little bag with a paper bow

“for you” you told him, pecking his cheek

he looked like a little kid who just got a new toy, stars shone in his eyes and were filled with love

he giggled in glee and went to take out whatever was in the little bag, only to find another bag!

he looked kinda puzzled, but you only bit your lip, holding in your laughter at the face he was making

you could tell that for a split second he thought you were actually gifting him just a bag inside another bag

and he would have been totally fine with that because you could give him a wrinkly candy wrapper and he’d still cherish it, simply because it came from you

with a nod from your head you encouraged him to check the second bag as well

“oh mi gosh!” he exclaimed as he took out the bracelet and you swear he exploded into colourful confetti and hearts and rainbows

you took it from his hands and wrapped it around his wrist, clipping it together

he took your hands in his as he admired your handiwork, closely inspecting all the little details

once again you were tackled into a hug and swayed from side to side

“do you like it?” you managed to ask in-between the several kisses he peppered your face with

“i love it!!” he exclaimed and kissed you once more

“can we make more together? you need one as well!” he asked giving you his puppy eyes

you faked thinking it over really hard, bringing you hand to stroke your chin, and his pout only got bigger

of course you said yes so he took your hand and dragged you to his room, chirping happily

🟣 Donnie

it was a normal saturday afternoon

you were chilling at Donnie’s lab

he was rambling about his newest invention to you

you were listening, really, but you were also kind of just checking him out, propping up your head on your elbow

when he talked like that, all excited, it was like he was shining and brightening up the whole room

you loved seeing him like that, absorbing his energy

and as you were taking in and memorising all the details of how he looked, talked and moved, you got an idea

Donnie wasn’t really a jewelry person

but you felt the urge to give him something to wear that was yours

just to mark him as yours

the thought brought a blush to your face which he registered but he continued talking, enjoying the attention

that evening you racked your brain trying to think what you could give him

you knew he had sensitive skin so you’d have to get something with a smooth surface/texture

browsing ideas online, you decided on making him a bracelet for his right wrist (the one without the screen)

you looked up a lot of different designs gathering several ideas and combining them:

the part in contact with the skin would be a flat pleather material

it had a discreet metallic buckle, which would be useful to put on and take off

on top of it sat the bracelet itself, carefully braided and sewn into the band

you chose several hues of purple and lilac for the strings and a dark brown for the pleather

on the top part of the bracelet was your name spelled in circular beads with letters

you also included some little turtle and gaming controller shaped beads you found at the end of your crafts drawer

you decided against a charm in case it got caught on something or if the clinking would annoy him

it was pretty late when you finished your masterpiece

under the light of your small desk lamp you admired your handiwork until you were satisfied, giving yourself a small nod of approval

the next day at the lair you went about your day as normal, but Donnie could tell something was up

you had wanted to wait til later to give it to him when you were alone

but he dragged you off to the lab, leaving his brothers who were engrossed in the jupiter jim movie from the classic sunday movie marathon

you actually also wanted to finish the movie

but since he was so adamant to know what you were hiding, you decided to amuse him and give him the present early

“so what’s up?” he asked, “i know that look of yours. you’re scheming something, aren’t you?”

“ah, i’ve been caught” you said in a sheepish tone and went to get the gift from your bag which was on a chair at his lab table

you had wrapped it up all nice with purple holographic wrapping paper

turning around with a swirl and a dramatic bow, you presented the package to him extending your hands

“for you, from me” you simply said and looked up at him expectantly

this wasn’t the direction he thought this would go, but he was definitely not complaining

he was just scared he forgot an anniversary or an important date

he had a meticulously filled planner tho so that was practically impossible

“what’s the occasion?” he asked as he carefully unwrapped the bracelet

you shrugged “just felt like it”

when he layed eyes on your handiwork he let out a small gasp of surprise

“i know you don’t usually wear this kinda stuff so i understand if-“

“what are you talking about?” he interrupted and didn’t lose a second to put it on his wrist. the right one, as you expected

“maybe it’s time i did start wearing these so you can make me more” he said with a cocky smirk.

“so you like it?”

he took your hands in his and bent down slightly to give your forehead a kiss

“i love it. thanks, sweetheart”

you went back to the projector room hand in hand and sat down at your previous spots, the other turtles seemingly unaware that you were gone in the first place

you went right back to the movie but the soft smile on Donnie’s face surrounded by a faint blush didn’t escape you

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mother knows best

pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader You and Jake have been dancing around each other for months, will a slip of the tongue finally turn it into something more? a/n: if this is familiar that's because it was posted on my old blog before i had a manic episode and deactivated :D. anyway pls enjoy love y'all.

Warnings under the cut, minors DNI!!!

warnings: uh, smut? i haven't read this one in a while guys i have to admit. I think there's oral (m!receiving) and also fingering and then unprotected p in v sex.

“My mom thinks we’re dating.” the words were past your lips before you could even think twice about them and you swore internally, not even remotely prepared for the conversation that you were about to start. Jake swallows his whiskey hard, his throat moving with the action, and turns to you with wide eyes and raised brows.

“Your mom thinks we’re what?” he sputters out between coughs and you roll your eyes and push the glass of water you’d ordered over to him. He accepts and takes a hearty swig from it. Drama queen.

“You heard me, she thinks we’re dating.” you restate, swirling your straw in your vodka soda. The ice cubes clink together and you don’t look at Jake, though you can feel his eyes on you. You try to keep your tone and your words nonchalant, but inside your heartbeat has sped up and your hands are starting to tremble just a little bit. You really, really were not ready to have this conversation with Jake tonight, you have no idea why you started it. Especially because if you were honest, there was some definite merit to your mom’s thoughts.

You and Jake had been dancing around each other for months now, pretty much from the moment you met. You’d shared a mutual friend with Jake and his brothers and one night you were introduced and it took off sprinting from there. You’d hit it off with his brothers well, but it was different with Jake. When your eyes had met during that first introduction you’d felt something click into place in your brain, something that said hey, you’ve been waiting for this person and here they are. Jake was shy in the beginning, but throughout the night you learned that he was witty and smart and passionate. The incessant flirting would come later. And the flirting could be found in the little things. It was the way his hands would linger whenever they touched you, the way his eyes found you immediately wherever you were, and the playful teasing and everpresent pet names. He was flirting, that you knew for sure, but what you weren’t sure of was if there was any substance behind it or if that was just what your friendship was. It was all very confusing and had led to many sleepless nights on your end, tossing and turning wide awake with a certain guitarist on your mind.

“What did you tell her?” Jake’s question breaks you from your racing thoughts suddenly and you clear your throat and glance up at him, finding his gaze trained on you like there was no one else in the bar. Jake always looked at you like that, always made you feel like it was only the two of you in a room. It was slightly unsettling, but mostly endearing. You took a healthy sip of your drink straight from the glass, ignoring Jake’s chuckle at your obvious avoidance of the question. You put the now empty glass down with a soft thunk and wave the bartender down to ask for another, still pointedly not looking at the man next to you, “You have to answer me eventually, you know that, angel,” Jake prompts when you still don’t answer, poking you in the ribs with a smug sort of smirk pulling on his lips. You shoot him a withering look and take your fresh drink from the bartender, a new girl you hadn’t seen before and you and Jake were regulars at this particular bar. Despite his pestering, you knew that Jake would be okay if you took the rest of the night to answer his question, he was patient and kind like that. But you wouldn’t leave him hanging, you pushed your old drink to the edge of the bar for the bartender to grab and sighed to yourself, pulling at a loose thread on the sleeve of your sweater.

“I told her no of course.” you finally reply and chance a look at Jake to find one of his dark brows arched and a smirk still on his face. You pull on the sleeves of your sweater and place your chin in your cupped palm, eyes trained on the baseball game on one of the tvs in front of you.

Jake chuckles and takes a sip of his whiskey and coke, “Of course? Then what I have been putting the moves on you for-” he pauses and checks an imaginary watch, “8 months, 11 days, and 2 hours for?” he asks and you swing your gaze to his, chin still cupped in your palm and eyebrows raised.

Unimpressed, you ask, “What kind of math is that?” and Jake laughs and shifts to face you where he’s standing next to you at the stool he’d snagged for you when you first got here. Always a gentleman, Jake was.

“That’s what you’re objecting to? My math?” he questions and you move your gaze back to the tv in front of you just as a player hits a home run and a group at the end of the bar erupts in cheers. You shrug and nod noncommittally, your gaze sliding back to his when he nudges your hand with his.

“Math is the backbone of our modern society.” you murmur and Jake rolls his eyes at you, reaching out and taking the hand not currently cupping your jaw in both of his. You feel a little shiver come over you at the feeling of Jake’s warm, calloused hands on yours as his fingers stroke over your palm and tangle with your own. He’s looking down with furrowed brows and a tight jaw at your conjoined hands, like he’s thinking about how to respond. You wait with slightly baited breath, watching him turn your hand over in his own.

“We could be.” he finally speaks and you can’t help your breath catching, your fingers tightening against your cheek. You don’t know what to say back, you decide to play dumb.

“Could be what?” you whisper and Jake looks up and meets your gaze, his brown eyes soft and molten. This has to be the second most terrifying moment of your life. The first was an unrelated skydiving incident you had let one of your old roommates talk you into that for your own sanity you like to pretend never happened. This? This moment now, with Jake holding your hand in his and looking at you the way he is, is a very, very close second.

“Dating.” his voice is so steady and sure when he says it and you feel like you’re trembling like a wet chihuahua at the whole situation. He looks right at you when he says it, his eyes boring into yours and you can’t help but look away at the fierceness of it. However that feels worse and you return to the intensity in his. You now know that you’re shaking. You know this because Jake tells you that you are and you nod once, feel him squeeze your hand.

You swallow the lump growing in your throat and let your hand drop from where it holds your chin, “Do you want to be?” you ask, again the words out of your mouth before you can think about them and if it’s possible, the intensity in Jake’s eyes grows. In addition, they flood with a heat that makes your thighs clench on your barstool.

He leans closer to you, so close your breaths are practically shared and then he whispers directly into your ear, “Baby, you have no idea the things I want to do to you.” you shiver at his words, your eyes squeezing shut when Jake ghosts his lips over the shell of your ear as he pulls away. You track his every movement with your gaze, trace the veins in his forearms and his long fingers as he picks up his glass, watch his throat move with the swallowing of his drink. He knows you’re watching because you can see the smirk of his lips against the rim of the glass.

“Jake.” you whisper his name and his eyes flick to yours, that heat still smoldering in them and you put your hand lightly on his forearm, “Take me home.” his eyes trace yours, searching for the meaning behind them and when he finds what he’s looking for, he turns from you and flags down the bartender, asks for the check.

“Yes ma’am”

~~~~~~~~~

You can’t breathe the whole car ride back to your apartment, especially not when Jake reaches a hand over the center console and grips your thigh. Neither of you speak, but you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Your head is spinning, you don’t know how you got here. This wasn’t what you planned to happen, this wasn’t how you saw this night going at all. How it was supposed to go was you and Jake barhop for a while, get tipsy, and then you go back to one of your places, put a few records on and end up passed out on one of your couches. Now you were literally speeding-because Jake is one of those drivers that thinks that speed limits are a suggestion-back to your apartment, where you’re going to end up having sex with one of your best friends.

“You’re thinking too much.” Jake breaks the silence and stops your racing mind dead, you turn to him with what you know is a deer caught in headlights look and he chuckles and squeezes your thigh before he releases it, hand drifting back to the steering wheel, “I would never make you do something you don’t want to do, you know that,” he tells you and you nod, then you reach across the center console and take Jake’s right hand in yours and place it back on your thigh.

“I know.” you say simply and Jake chuckles again, letting his hand rub the inside of your thigh just barely. In the back of your mind, you know that this was inevitable, those butterflies in your stomach made you fully aware that something, sometime had to happen. But you had no idea that he would feel the same way you did, that he was dancing around you the same way you were dancing around him.

A surge of confidence overcomes you and you find that your hands are no longer shaking as you put your key into the lock of your door to your apartment, Jake’s hand on your hip as he moves your hair off your neck and presses a kiss to where it meets your shoulder. You pull him into your apartment and when the door closes, you push him back against it. A surprised huff comes from his chest and he looks at you with eyes slightly widened, but with that same intense heat that flooded them at the bar returned to them.

You step toward him, shrug off your sweater, and take his hand in yours. You bring it down to the tie of your wrap dress and he takes your hint and pulls on it, the dress falling open and exposing you to him. You thanked your lucky stars that you were wearing something vaguely sexy, that at least your underwear was the same color as your bra. You shrug the dress off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a puddle of silk. You see him take a deep breath and squeeze his eyes shut. You take another step toward him, so that your chests are just barely pressed together, then you curve an arm around the back of his neck and pull his face down to yours, just short of pressing your lips against his and so that you can feel his breath ghosting over your lips. You hold him there for a few moments, long enough for his hands to press hesitantly against your hips and pull them a step closer to his; then, you close the distance and kiss him and from that very first moment you know that you’re lost. It’s a kiss like you’ve never had before, soft but firm and insistent and thank god, not too much tongue. He pulls you flush against his body, so that you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your bare skin. You snake a hand down between your bodies and palm him through his jeans, prompting a soft groan to fall from his lips and you pull away. You hear him audibly mourn the loss of your body contact, but his eyes follow you.

“Let me help you.” you whisper and go to your knees in front of him, he tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls your gaze up to his, a question in his eyes and you know he’s asking if you’re sure, telling you that you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. In response you press a hand against him again and his head falls back against the door, his breaths already coming in shallow pants.

You take down his zipper and pop open the button on his pants, you pull them down his thighs just enough to limit his movement, swallowing when you see how big he is even through his boxer briefs. The hand not tangled into your hair reaches down to cup your cheek and you press a kiss against his palm, then you pull his briefs down his legs and let him spring free. “Oh wow.” you can’t help but breathe and you hear him breathe a laugh above you that turns into a groan when you take him in your hand and give him a few experimental pumps. Then you smile to yourself and take him in your mouth, swallow him down until he hits the back of your throat, relishing the guttural groan that it rips from him and the panting of your name.

“God, you drive me crazy.” he laughs and his hand tightens its grip in your hair. You hum with him still deep in your throat and pull off of him, a lewd popping sound coming when your mouth leaves him. Without giving him any warning, you swallow him down again and then repeat, then do it again after that. The sounds you’re pulling from him are absolutely pornographic and you’re living for it, living for his mumbling incoherent curses with your name sprinkled in, living for the way he cries out when you lick a stripe up the bottom and swirl your tongue around the tip. His thighs begin to shake and his grip on your hair tightens as you work him. You love a good blowjob, especially when it’s someone like Jake, who pants and groans and cries out your name.

Eventually, he pulls your mouth from him and you look up at him through your lashes, breathing heavily and your lips glossy with spit. He groans and fists his hand in your hair, “Don’t look at me like that.” he practically begs upon seeing your puppy dog look from him stopping you, “I can’t come before I’m inside you.”

He reaches for your hands and pulls you back up to your feet, pressing his lips insistently to yours before you can even speak the word bedroom. This kiss is messy, tongue and teeth and heavy breaths, and you can’t help the little squeal that escapes you when he grips the back of your thighs and lifts you up off the ground. You wrap your legs around his hips and grind yourself down onto him and he hisses in a breath at the feeling.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” he murmurs into your mouth and you whimper in response, pull on his shirt to get him to move. He carries you blindly toward your bedroom, lips latched onto yours and hands squeezing your hips where he’s holding you.

He drops you gently onto your bed, following overtop of you as you push yourself up toward your pillows, your lips attached and moving together the whole way. He holds himself above you on his hands and your gazes meet, his pupils blown wide and his lips parted when he separates your mouths briefly.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks and you feel your whole body warm at his consideration, because you know that if you told him no, if you asked him to stop right now he would and you would still be friends the next morning. That wasn’t what you wanted though, what you wanted more than anything was him, just as you had from the moment your eyes first met.

“I’ve wanted you from the moment we met and I want you now, Jakey,” you whisper, one of your hands reaching up and cupping his jaw, he leans into the touch and his eyes flutter shut and open again. He moves to his knees and pulls his shirt off and you take in the tan expanse of his skin, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his chest. He runs his hands through your hair, pulling your face up to meet his and then leaning down to slot your mouths together. His kiss is the easiest thing to get lost in, your mind going blank with nothing but thoughts of how perfect his mouth fits to yours. “Are you gonna fuck me, Jakey?” you murmur the words into his mouth, your fingers scraping down his torso and he shivers at both your words and the touch.

“You have no idea how badly I want to,” he replies, voice low and rasping and his fingers playing at the straps of your bra. You reach behind you and undo the clasps, letting it fall from your frame and tossing it to the side. His eyes are drawn immediately to the newly exposed skin, his gaze tracing hungrily over your breasts. You’ve never felt more desired than you do with Jake, never felt like you’re the only person in the world to someone. But you feel that way now, with the way his eyes trace your body and his tongue wets his lips. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers and you can’t help the whimper that sounds at the back of your throat at the words. At the noise his gaze flicks up to yours, a smirk twitching at his lips.

He leans down and captures your mouth in his again, murmuring his next words right into your mouth, “You like when I talk pretty like that to you, baby? When I tell you you’re perfect?” he questions you and you whine low in your throat and nod feverishly, palms pressed to his biceps and nails digging into his skin. “God, you’re an angel, the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathes, a small laugh coming breathlessly from him and you can only whimper again and press your mouths together.

His fingers, those long, pretty things, trace down from your collarbone to between your breasts, ghosting over your stomach and stopping at your hips, playing with the hemline of your panties. He’s got you writhing under his touch without even breaking the kiss and he hasn’t even touched you where you crave it most yet. “Take them off, Jake,” you breathe, a note of desperation in your voice and he chuckles darkly at the sound, fingers dragging down your center over the lacy fabric, “Don’t tease, Jakey, please.”

Without any warning, he plunges his hand into your panties, spreading your folds and groaning at the wetness that’s gathered there, “Jesus, angel, you’re so fucking wet already,” he practically gasps the words out and you whine as his fingers swirl around your entrance and then wind tight circles into your clit. The touch makes you warm all over, but your muscles are every single one of them clenched and your hips are rising off the bed, pressing into the heel of his palm and circling against his touch, “So needy, so desperate for me. You want my fingers, pretty girl? I want you to come on them so I can lick them clean,” his words make you moan they’re so perfectly filthy, so beautifully dirty. His fingers continue with their glorious work and then suddenly they leave your aching clit, you almost mourn and plead at the action when he suddenly plunges two fingers inside of you, curling them just right in a way that has you arching off the bed and crying out.

“God, Jakey, do that again, please,” you whine and he chuckles lowly, curling his fingers against your walls again, hitting a spot in you that you know you could never reach on your own, it belonged to him. You were panting and writhing under his touch, moaning and crying out his name as he worked you over with his fingers- those beautiful, magical fingers. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you sobbed, your body shaking and trembling, your thighs clenching, and your hands fisting the sheets as an orgasm came barreling towards you. Jake swore as you shook, his fingers curling inside you in a way that leaves your head spinning and his obscenities only sending you closer and closer to bliss.

It only takes a few more curls of his fingers before your orgasm crashes through you, overwhelming every single one of your senses and every last nerve in your body. Your back arches off the bed and for a few blessed moments you experience a euphoria like you’ve never felt before this moment. Jake coaxes you down from your high, murmuring praises and pressing soft kisses to your hip bone and stomach.

You rise up onto your elbows and lift a hand, running your fingers down the side of his face and tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. His eyes are molten as they meet yours, blown out with lust and longing and you reach for him. He takes your lead and crawls up your body, holding your gaze the whole way until his lips are on yours, kissing you soft but in a way that overwhelms you and leaves you needing so much more.

“I believe you promised to lick these clean,” you hold up his hand, still slick with your release and his eyes darken even more as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, pushing them past his lips and licking them clean. You whimper at the sight and he smirks around his fingers, releasing them from his mouth with a lewd pop, “Can you fuck me now, Jakey, please?”

In mere moments, your panties are down and off and Jake is pulling on his boxers, moving them down his legs and off onto the floor to be lost somewhere in the mess of strewn clothing. When you’re both left in equal states of undress, he returns to hover over you, his hands planted on either side of your face and his hips just barely pressed against yours. You can feel how hard he is where he lays pressed between your stomachs. You snake your hand down between your bodies, taking his bare, already pulsing cock in your hand and pumping a few times. He groans and his head drops to your shoulder as he watches your movements, his hips just barely thrusting into your hand. “Are you gonna let me inside you tonight, angel?” he murmurs into the skin of your neck, pressing wet, hot kisses there and you nod your head, the hand not still pumping him scratching down his back.

“How do you want me, Jakey?” you rasp into his ear and he shivers above you, eyes still trained down on where your hand still works him over, thumb swirling around the head and making his hips jump in your hand, “You can have me anyway your pretty little heart desires, baby.”

One of his hands shoots out to grab onto your wrist, stilling your hand’s movements and finally meeting your eyes again, a desperate, hungry gleam in his, “I want you just like this, so I can look at you while you fall apart on my cock,” he tells you and you exhale sharply, his dirty words slithering into the cracks of your brain and taking root there. You’ll be squeezing your legs together in public thinking of them in the future.

“Fuck me, Jakey. Fuck me so good.” you mirror his words from earlier and without another word or plea, he pushes inside of you in one slow, solid thrust. You both cry out at the feeling, the intense pleasure it brings, and Jake stutters out a breath, meeting your gaze with his again, seeking permission before he moves. You can tell by how his arms shake that it’s taking everything in him not to just pound into you relentlessly until you scream and unravel like a loose thread underneath him. All it takes is one nod from you before he picks up a rhythm, something fast and punishing, something deep and hard. It has you both panting and you writhing beneath him, your legs falling open ever wider for his hips to have the room they need to slam recklessly into yours.

“God, you feel like heaven, angel,” he groans and you lean up and lick a stripe up his chest, nipping at his chin with your teeth and clawing your hands down his biceps. He shakes at the actions, his pace faltering as you capture his mouth in yours, kissing him with all the passion you’ve had pent up for him in your body, “You’re just like I imagined you’d be, so fucking tight and warm and wet, wrapped around me and squeezing me so nice,” the words stumble out of him between pants and you let yourself fall back to the bed, fingers dancing along his jaw and pulling his gaze to yours.

“So you’ve imagined me before, Jakey?” you ask, voice surprisingly steady for the way your heart is racing in your chest and without even a trace of embarrassment he nods his head, reaching down to hook a leg higher around his hip and reach a spot even deeper inside you.

“Every goddamn night since I met you,” he informs you and your heart feels like it’s going to burst with sheer bliss and you smile, pulling him down and kissing him again.

“Me too.” you whisper into his mouth and with those words, his pace falters and he curses above you, reaching for both of your legs and placing your calves on his shoulders. The new position has him hitting a spot in you that has you crying out his name and fisting the sheets beside you.

“I can’t last much longer, angel, ‘m so close.” he mumbles, his eyes watching your breasts as they bounce with every thrust and turning his head to press a kiss to your calf where it rests on his chest. You whine out his name as he hits that same spot with every thrust and you run your nails down his chest, clenching tight around him. He groans at the feeling, hair hanging down in a sweaty curtain around his face, “Don’t squeeze me like that, angel, I’ll come right now.” he warns.

You push his hair from his face, tucking it behind his ears and pulling him down to your face, whimpering at the stretch in your legs it causes, “Go ahead, Jakey, go ahead and cum right inside me,” you command in a whisper and he doesn’t require anything more than that. He’s roaning and thrusting a few more times before his hips slam into yours a final time and he spills inside you, crying out your name inside a slew of obscenities.

You’re both slick with sweat and panting as he lets your legs drop lifelessly down to the bed and promptly collapses on top of you with a groan. You laugh and comb your fingers through his damp hair, pressing a kiss to his temple and wrapping your legs around his waist. You quite deftly flip your bodies so that you’re straddling his hips and he’s sprawled beneath you, looking up at you awestruck and fucked out

“That was incredible, angel,” he huffs out a laugh and you giggle above him, tracing mindless patterns into the skin of his chest with your nails. You get a little shy at the thoughts that crowd into your brain, at what was once dirty talk now something you actually need to discuss. Jake catches onto your racing thoughts and rubs his thumbs soothingly over your hip bones, furrowing his brows up at you in worry, “What is it? What’s goin’ on up in that pretty brain of yours?”

You hesitate, searching deep for the confidence to have this conversation and eventually finding it, opening your mouth and asking him, “Did you mean what you said, you’ve imagined me before? Imagined us?”

His brows stay furrowed and he nods slowly, “I wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true, angel. You’ve been all I can possibly think about from the moment I met you, I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I meant what I said at the bar too, we could be dating if that was what you wanted,” he finished and you could only sigh in defeat, causing him to raise a questioning brow at you,

“I hate when my mother is right.”

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cherry-holmes · 7 months

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RIVER - Javier Peña x f!Reader

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña

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Summary: Javi took you to his favorite place on earth: heaven.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3k

Warnings: Angst with happy ending (sad!Javi) Parent loss. | SMUT. Again, there's a lot of plot before the smut😅P in V sex. Unprotected sex. Rough-ish sex. Fingering. Sex in a public place -ish. Breeding kink. Praise kink. Pregnancy talk.

A/N: Hello, Hola! First of all I want to thank all of you for the support you gave me on my first work! Muchas gracias! I been writing for almost ten years now, but I haven't publish anything since my first fanfic on Wattpad in 2017😅

I hope you like this one as much as the first one!

I repeat, I'm not a native English speaker, but I'm a translator student so I hope I'm doing it well!

If you wanna send me a request, my box is open!

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Several daily high temperature records were broken Tuesday in Texas, including at Houston Hobby Airport, Corpus Christi, Laredo and Del Rio. Laredo hit 115 degrees, marking its 10th consecutive day of record highs...

Indeed, as the reporter mentioned on the radio, those were incredibly hot summer days. The air was dry and the sun was burner, it drain all your energy.

You tried to be helpful at the Peña's Ranch during your work vacations, but the chores felt like torture. Javier and his father used to spend hours under the unforgiving sun, repairing fences, tending to horses, herding cattle, and dealing with clients looking for meat animals. The life of a ranch owner was undeniably tough but prosperous.

Sunday arrived with the thermometer hitting nearly 115 degrees. When you woke up that morning, you anticipated a challenging day ahead. However, Javier woke up with a plan in mind. He mentioned knowing about a river around 22 kilometers from the ranch were he used to spend all summer with his cousins when he was a child. You hadn't explored much of the city since you'd been living there for five months since your return from Colombia. So, you were excited about the idea of discovering your new home state, and most importantly, having a day off to immerse yourself in nature. He was delighted that you had agreed to the plan and suggested that you wear sportswear for hiking and a swimsuit.

You inquired him if his father would join, but he explained that Don Chucho would attend the morning mass and then spend the rest of the day at his brother's house.

"It's just you and me today, mi vida," he promised, his large hands squeezing your hips as he left soft kisses on your shoulders as you prepared containers with cubes of watermelon and mango seasoned with lemon and chile Tajín.

Javier placed a small cooler in the back of his '94 Dodge Ram and filled it with beers, water, the fruits you had prepared, and some tamales you had bought and had leftover from the night before.

You jumped into the passenger seat, and Javi turned on the radio as the truck roared to life. The sound of cumbias tejanas played softly as you admired the view of Laredo's countryside. The wind blew through your hair, and Javi drummed his fingers on the steering wheel syncing with the rhythm of Bobby Pulido's song. You felt his free hand touch yours, and when you looked at him, he took your knuckles and placed a kiss on them. He briefly took his eyes off the road to gaze into yours and said, "You look so beautiful today."

Your cheeks turned red as you laughed shyly, but you couldn't resist teasing him, "Only today?"

He grinned and replied, "You've always been a beauty, chiquita."

Thirty minutes later, Javier parked the truck in an improvised parking lot used by visitors to the river. You grabbed your backpack, which was packed with clean towels and dry underwear, while Javi carried the cooler and his own backpack. As you followed him through the lush vegetation and the cool water of the river, you welcomed the fresh air and the shade of the trees. Families and groups of young friends, some with dogs and others who appeared to have camped there overnight, were scattered about. But you notice that Javi didn't follow the same path as the rest of the visitors.

Curious, you asked Javi, "Where are we going?"

He grinned and replied, "It's a surprise."

You continued hiking uphill, leaving the main river trail further and further behind. However, you could still hear the gentle rush of the river. The air was filled with the fresh aroma of blooming flowers and damp earth. Butterflies fluttered everywhere, and you spotted squirrels and birds with vibrant-colored feathers.

After thirty minutes of hiking, you began to feel very sweaty and tired, especially in your knees due to the rocky path.

"Javi," you called to him, noticing he was climbing effortlessly. "Javi," you called again, a bit more concerned, "Are we lost?"

"Be patient," he responded, sounding a bit agitated but not as much as you were. "You hear that? We're almost there," he encouraged.

You focused on your surroundings, and you could perceive the sound of a waterfall nearby.

You followed him through the large rock formation, and before you knew it, a lagoon fed by a waterfall appeared in front of you. The sun reflected on the surface of the crystal-clear water, making it shimmer. The breeze from the waterfall caressed your face, a soft wind drying your sweat with a gentle, cooling touch, rustling the leaves around you.

The warmth of the sun on your skin and the cool breeze from the river created the perfect atmosphere. It felt like heaven on earth, like an Eden. And the fact that you were there with the person you loved the most made it all feel ethereal.

"You like it?" Javi asked gently in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he wrapped his broad arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

"Oh my God, Javi, it's so beautiful," you exclaimed, "I love it."

"Nobody will find us here, mi vida," he promised, "People follow the marked path, not all of them explore the surroundings," he explained. "As I told you, it's just you and me. Wanna take a swim?"

"Oh God, yes!" you exclaimed as you placed your backpack under a tree. You were wearing a black swimsuit under your shorts and oversize sports crop top, so you just had to take them off, and you jumped into the water.

The water was so clear that you could see the rocks at the bottom perfectly, and the shimmer of the sun on your skin. You swam to the center of the lagoon, and you heard the distant splash of another body jumping into the water. By the time you surfaced, Javier was already at your side, hugging your body and placing a peck on your lips as you wrapped his torso with your legs. You combed his hair disheveled by the water, running your fingers through his black hair. Then, you caressed his face, passing your thumbs on his mustache and bottom lip. He closed his eyes, absorbing your gentle petting. Your fingers wandered through the freckles painting his broad chest and shoulders. You cupped his face with your hands and kissed him with the perfect combination of tenderness and passion that you knew drove him completely dumb for you.

When he opened his big brown puppy eyes, he looked at you as if you were everything he had ever known.

"Te amo mucho, flaquita," he expressed tenderly.

"Yo también te amo, mi corazón," you promised.

"Are you hungry?" he asked after a couple of minutes of tender kisses and sweet nothings in the water.

"Very much," you laughed and started swimming to the shore.

Javi placed a towel on a rock near the water, and you both sat down to start eating and drinking what you brought. You even fed a squirrel with a piece of tamal, which made Javi laugh as he watched you melt in cuteness for the little animal.

"So, you used to come here with your cousins?" you asked him, eager to learn about his youth and his family. He nodded.

"We used to climb to the top of the mountain and swim in the river that everyone knows," he explained. But his expression shifted from a normal nostalgic sentiment to almost sadness in his eyes. He fell silent for a moment, and you regretted asking and potentially ruining the great moment you were having. However, he continued, "After my mom passed away, I was very angry with the whole world. I started being rude with my father and I started to smoke and get drunk with my friends." He let out a laugh, but it was empty. You knew little about how he lost his mother, since he didn't like to talk about it. He had told you that she was sick, that he was fifteen at the time, and that his father never married again. "One day I had a big argument with my dad. He was very angry because I failed all my exams, so I ran away and came here to the river. I was so angry and lost in thought that I didn't notice I had taken the wrong trail and got lost. So, I kept walking until I found this place."

He looked at the waterfall and the treetops, and you felt a shiver and a lump in your throat.

"I sat on this very rock and cried my eyes out, thinking about how much I missed my mom and that I was ashamed of my behavior towards my father," he added. "This place became my refuge. I used to come here every time I felt anxious, tired, or sad. I never told or brought anybody to this place, not even my father."

You couldn't help but wonder if he had ever brought Lorraine here. After all, she had been his first fiancée, and you wondered if he had considered sharing this secret place with her. However, you didn't dare to ask him, afraid of his response or of making him lie just to please you.

But he knew you so damn well, almost as if he could hear the unspoken question burning in your mind. He loved your low-key jealousy.

"Not even her," he clarified. His hand took yours and caressed your still-wet fingers, then he placed his big brown eyes on yours, so devoted to you. "The very first moment I saw you, I swear that you reminded me of this place. I don't know if it was the heat of the Colombian summer or the blue dress you wore that day, but seeing you seated at your desk brought me a peace I haven't felt in a long time."

You felt tears of happiness gathering in your eyes, butterflies in your stomach, and your cheeks turning cherry red. Javi moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, his intense gaze still on your bright eyes.

"In that moment, I told myself that I have to bring you here, as my wife. Today is the first time I came back in seven years since I left for Colombia. And you are the only person I've ever shown my most precious secret."

Your hands reached for his face, making him stay still as you kissed him deeply and passionately. His hands went to your back, pulling you closer and kissing you back. You tasted the saltiness of your tears in between the kiss, but so did Javi, so he wiped them away with his thumb.

"I promised to you to be worthy of you, baby, and I intend to make it last forever," he promised.

"You have my heart, Javi," you promised back. "You're everything I have."

He leaned in to kiss your lips again, and then he stood up, pulling you up too.

"Enough of crying, babygirl. Let's swim," he said as he stepped into the water, but you let go of his hand, making him frown.

"Wait," you said, looking around, "Are you sure nobody knows about this lagoon?"

"I'm damn sure, baby. What's the matter?" he said, a bit confused, until he saw you taking off your swimsuit. His eyes darkened as they roamed your completely naked body, and you noticed his Adam's apple moving up and down.

"Is it okay?" you asked him, a mix of innocence and naughtiness that made his cock throb inside his shorts.

"You're amazing," he said as he started taking off his own swimsuit and then pulled you to him and into the water.

He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your chest, and you felt his cock half-hardened against your lower belly. But he let you go, and instead of diving straight into sexual matters, you both swam all around the lagoon, drank all the beers, bathed under the stream of the waterfall, and explored the depths searching for weird-shaped rocks. Sex was an amazing experience in your relationship. You both enjoyed each other's bodies and could spend hours tangled in your shared bed, on the couch, or in any other intimate place. The two of you also knew that there were many ways to make love, and not all of them were about sex. This was one of the connections that Javier learned from being with you. He adored your naked body, and it turned him on. There were days when he just couldn't keep his hands off you. However, he also learned to appreciate it in a way that went beyond lustful desires, reaching a level of intimacy that felt almost divine. He saw you through your nakedness, connecting with your soul, and vice versa.

But when you do fuck, you mean it.

The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the lagoon. You felt his bare body behind you, his arms around your torso as he kissed your neck. You began to rub your buttcheeks against his cock, making him hiss.

Javi's hands disappeared under the water, looking for your core. His index and middle finger found your clit and began to traced gentle circles as he squeezed one of your breasts with his free hand.

You let out a couple of soft moans, trying to keep as quiet as possible, but Javi fastened his touch, making it so hard for you.

"Don't worry, nobody will hear us," he assured you, whispering to your ear, "C'mon, bonita, let me hear you begging for my cock."

"Javi...", you whimpered, feeling his dick slipping on your ass and his fingers between your folds.

"You're such a Goddess," he praised. Javier knew every detail about how to make love to you. He was proud of knowing every corner of your body, every angle, every freckle and every beauty mark over your body. He knew how to made you whimper and scream, and how to make you undone. Yet, he never get bored, not even after three years of relationship and the most wonderful four months of marriage. He would never had enough of every aspect of you.

"I... I need to... feel you inside," you whimpered.

He wanted to made you cum with his fingers and his mouth first, as he always do. But the scene was so kinky and erotic, making his cock throb so painfully.

"Fuck," he hiss, as he carried you, making you gasp, and took you back to the towel.

Javi laid down and you jumped on top of him. His cock was lying on his belly, so you started rubbing it between your wet folds, massaging your clit with his head. His hands captured your hips, so tight you think it would let bruises with the shape of his fingers. But you didn't care, it felt so good.

"I don't brought condoms, baby," he confessed.

"Are you telling me that you planned all this so I let you cum inside of me?", you teased, he shrugged playfully. "You're such a bad boy."

"What are you gonna do about it? Don't tell me that you don't want it too, feel your tight pussy filled with my cum," he whispered, making your core throb around his cock. He grinned, feeling you become even wetter. "I was thinking about starting to build that second bedroom I told you about. How does that sound?"

That was the signal. You and Javi lived in a house that he build years ago. It was at three kilometer from his father's ranch, and since he was not planning to get married at that time, the house only had one room. But now that the panorama had changed, the house was about to transform from a bachelor house to a family home. Starting for make a baby's room next to the the main room.

And just like that, Javi was asking you about starting to try. You answered with a nod and a shaking sigh, your body reacting to his words.

"C'mon, cowgirl, let's put a baby on you," he added, as you took his cock to your entrance. You moan hard as you felt his length stretching your walls, clenching around him. "Fuck, I love that pussy," he groaned.

He was also mesmerized by the view of you on top of him: your skin glowing at the sunlight, drops of water over your shoulders, your wet hair waving with soft air, your hands on his chests, your hardened nipples and your drop-shaped breasts. You looked gorgeous as always.

"You feel so deep, Javi," you moan, starting to moving back and forth, up and down with gentle movements. His pubic hair caressing your swollen clit, his hands over your hips and waist. "I want you to fill my pussy with your cum."

His cock felt different without a condom. You were a married couple, but you still had intercourse with protection, given that you didn't have plans to have a baby until now, and Javi wasn't selfish to make you take pills full of hormones and side effects. He always tried to have condoms on hand, and even though he had insisted that you didn't have to take morning-after pills, you both had sex without protection a couple of times. You always let him know how much you loved his bare cock inside of you and you knew how much he loved it too.

Your whimpers mixed with the sound of the waterfall was music for Javi's ears. He began to push his hips up at the same time as you went down, meeting each other halfway. The air was filled with filthy sounds of wet bodies and moans and whimpers. His name escaped your lips like a prayer, as he watch his cock disappeared inside your dripping cunt.

"I'm comin'... I'm... fuck...," you cried, as you felt a knot buildup on your lower belly.

"I know baby, I can feel your pussy clenching for me," he said. Javi took control of the situation, as you let him fuck you nice and deep, one thumb on your clit and his free arm around your waist to make you stay still. You placed your hands at both sides of his head, so he was able to capture your nipple with his mouth, making you cried and soaking wet.

"Don't you fuckin' stop, Javier! Just like that, me gusta cuando me coges así," you pleaded as he fastened his thrusts.

"Quiero verte corriéndote en mi verga," he commanded.

You reached your climax with a silent scream as the waves of pleasure washed over you, squirting over his cock. You pulled your hips up unconsciously, but he pulled you back down again, buried so deep into you. You felt him almost rubbing your cervix as his warm and thick load painted your walls.

He was also growling and letting out soft whimpers as he watched your pussy dripping a mix of his cum and your honey.

Javi pull out and placed your body beside him, kissing your collarbone and caressing the curves of your waist as you came down from your cloud of bliss.

"That was amazing," you murmured after a minute, your cheeks burning. You cupped his cheeks and kiss him on the lips again.

"I wanna swim again," he said, starting to stood up taking your hand to follow him.

But you pulled him closer, pressing his chest against your breasts as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, your tongues entwining. "You're not going anywhere. I told you that you were a bad boy, and you must be punished for that behavior, mister."

He grinned devilishly as you placed your hands over his shoulders and pushed him down your body.

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somanyratsinthewalls · 7 months

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Hello,

This is the first ask I’ve ever done. So, I’ve had this idea that Law trusts you with protecting his literal heart during fights?

Oh my god? I am sewwww obsessed with this idea! It's simply so cute. If Law were here I would have him screw off your head and give your brain a little smooch!

Heeeeere we go!

Keep it Safe (+18)

Pairing: Law x afab!reader

Summary: After days of fighting, you can’t take it anymore. You want Law to stay with you somewhere safe, but he can’t, so he leaves you his most prized possession.

Trigger Warnings: ANGST? sex, p in v sex, pRONE bONE, injured sex (again?) heavy petting, pet names, cringe, kissin n huggin

Word Count: 2200 hehe

*Arrhhhh!* You yelled as you felled what seemed to be like the millionth enemy pirate. You and the Heart Pirates had been fighting for 3 days now, neither side letting up for a single moment. Your captain was handling his own, but the enemy numbers were simply too many. You looked over your shoulder towards Law, enveloped in his blue dome, slicing the men into pieces with his massive blade. You could tell he was beginning to lose his breath, not even he could keep this up for as long as it had been going on. He meets your eyes across the destruction.

“Y/n look out!” He yelled with wide eyes.

“Wha-“ You were struck in the back of the head and knocked out. That was the last thing you remember.

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You woke up back on the Polar Tang, in a cold medical suite with metal walls. Law was jostling you awake.

You mumbled, “What happened? Did we win? Law?”

“Y/n there’s no time, I have to get back out there. I got you here as fast as I could. You have a concussion, but nothing major. You need to stay here and rest while staying awake.” He turned tail quickly and headed towards the door.

“NO! You can’t!” You tried to jump off the hospital bed towards him, pleading him to stay. Law turned back towards you and stepped in your direction just in time to catch you as you collapsed forward in your weakened physical state. He caught you in his strong, yet weary arms and pulled you into his exposed chest, shirt and jacket both ripped from the battle.

“You can’t go…” You sobbed into his chest, shaking your head. “It’s too much! We can’t win, you’re going to die out there! Please, let’s just sail out of here, please Law…”

Law tilts your head up at him with his blood covered hand, hopefully not his own, you thought. You were so scared, tears streaming down your face, staring up at him babbling and begging for him not go and leave you alone. He pecks a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips.

“Hey don’t cry. How about I give you a very important job to do, huh? Something to help you stay awake and not worry too much?” He was smiling down at you.

“Hhuhh..? Like.. like what?” You sniffled.

In the blink of an eye and a flash of a tattooed hand, Law was holding something close to your face. You leaned back and gasped. It was his heart.

“Here y/n. Take it. It’s just as much yours as it is mine. Keep it safe for me, hmm?” He took his free hand and grasped yours. He held them open and placed his still beating heart inside them. He used his tattooed hands to fold yours up over the the thumping cube. He looked at your face and stroked your fingers with his thumbs soothingly, seeing your shocked expression.

“Don’t worry y/n. This way I can go back out there and you still have me with you. I’ll be back.”

“Law no, I could never-“ you protested but you were feeling faint again.

“Y/n, I promise I will see you soon. Please try and rest. I love you.” He kissed your lips again and rushed out of the door he came in.

You were alone. The rest of your crew was still out there risking their lives and you were stuck in the ship alone.

*thump thump*

Not… totally alone… you thought. You had Law’s heart. He had trusted you with the most important thing to him. A sweet gesture, but what if he knew they’d lose the fight and would want you to have something of his to hold onto forever? The tears started falling again. What if that was the last time you’d ever seen him… Not even getting to say “I love you” back to him one more time? How could he do this to you? He was so selfish! He wanted to save you while letting himself and the rest of the crew die? He couldn’t even predict the guilt you’d live with?

No. Stop. He was coming back. He had to.

“well… I guess we should find something to do, huh?” You asked the thumping heart in your hands.

“OK I’ve lost it.” You sighed to yourself. You were talking to a disembodied muscle. You must have been hit a lot harder than you thought.

You carefully carried the heart to your room and gently set it down on one of the pillows at the head of your bed. You decided on reading a book to distract yourself and try to keep yourself from succumbing to your drowsiness. You pulled one of your favorite erotic novels from your large bookcase and flopped down on your stomach on the bed, holding your head up sitting up on your elbows. The ship was so quiet, it did nothing to distract you from your worries about the crew. You couldn’t focus on any of the words on the page in front of you.

*thump thump*

“Well… Law always likes when I read to him… Maybe the heart likes it too?”

You shake your head at how silly you sounded, but you knew that reading out loud would keep your mind on the text as opposed to your lover’s fate. So you started reading…

"The lady of the manor lifted her skirt, reaching a slender hand down and spread-"

Before you know it, over an hour goes by.

“And just as she was about to-“ You look at the pillow next to you and you notice the heart start to beat slower. You close the book and sit upright, you grab the heart in your hands and take a closer look. The heart rate seemed to still drop… oh my god? Was he dying? You were watching him literally die in your hands.

“LAW NO!” You scream desperately at the heart in your hands. It was so faint now… You panic, you didn’t know what to do. You were deep on the ship now, by the time you had made it to the surface he would be gone. You start sobbing, your tears dripping down your chin and dripping onto Law’s weak heart you had clutched to your chest. Your chest heaved as you let our wracked, pained sobs. You cried so hard you began to dry heave, body bent forward, snot and tears soaking your cheeks.

*thump thump*

What was that?

*thump thump*

It was coming back. You felt Law’s heartbeat start to come back, it was erratic but it was back. You sobbed out a laugh with a relieved smile. He was still alive. You were happy but so overcome by emotions, you didn’t know what to think. You laid your head down on the pillow next to your- Law’s heart. You couldn’t stay awake any longer, you fell asleep listening to the soft thumping.

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“I thought I told you not to fall asleep.” You woke up to Law walking into your bedroom.

“Law! You’re back!” Your eyes snapped all the way open and you jumped off the bed and into his arms. He winced, obviously injured from the fight, but he played it off as concern for you.

“Careful now, you should still be resting.” He pushed you back towards the bed and gently set you down on it. He had barely made you comfortable before he flopped forward onto the bed next to you. You smiled. He had clearly been to hell and back but his only concern was taking care of you first.

“Gotta shower…” Law mumbled, his face directed into your mattress and hat flopped off over the edge of the bed.

“No.. Not tonight. Let’s just sleep.” You urged him to sit up so you could begin taking the clothes off his tired body. He relented and gave you full access to rid his body of blood soaked clothes. Eventually you strip your captain bare and stand up to fold his clothes at the edge of your bed. He grabs your wrist.

“Stop, get in here. Take your nightgown off. Need you.” Law punctuated each sentence with a heavy breath. You oblige, stripping the soft garment over your head and letting it fall to the floor with the rest of his clothes you left unfolded. You climbed into bed next to him, on your belly propped up on your elbows. You look at him laying on his back next to you. You look at his tired face.

“I thought… I thought you died… Your heart….” You look down and realize it’s still on your pillow. He hadn’t put it back in yet.

“You took great care of it, y/n. You always have…” He leans up on his side and starts kissing you up your arm towards your shoulder. You feel his arm snake around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. Instinctively, without thinking you grab his heart with both hands. He jolts a little bit and grinds his hardening cock into the side of your hip.

“You hold it so nicely, y/n.” Law licks a quick strip up your arm to the top of your shoulder and gently sinks his teeth in there. “Your hands are so soft and beautiful, just look at them, y/n. I especially love them when they’re wrapped around my cock…”

Your pussy clenched. He was never able to resist you, even in situations like these. Even if he didn’t have the energy to give you the jack hammering of your life, he would still find a way to give you maximum pleasure.

"You know what else I love seeing wrapped around my cock?" He kissed the nape of your neck.

He continued, "Your pretty mouth... and your tight little cunt... Always so wet and soft for me... Like you were made for just me..."

He moved his body to be pressed on top of yours. You were high on his filthy words you could barely hold yourself up on your elbows anymore as he kissed down you spine slowly with an open mouth.

“You are the most perfect girl, taking care of my heart so well. I knew I could trust you with it. You’re my perfect, sweet, y/n, isn’t that right?” He reached your lower back and stopped kissing you. “Right… y/n?”

“Fuck-“ You were so turned on. You never expected to be seduced after such a dramatic moment, but Law always had ways of melting you under his touch.

“Yes, Law.” You breath out, throwing your head back.

“Yes, what, my sweet love?” He sits up on his knees behind you. He pushes your legs open and hovers back over you, leaning on his arms.

“Yes, Law. I’m yours. I’m your girl. I belong to you, forever!” You desperately choked out, starting to ache with need for him to be inside of you.

“Mmmm… yes, and I belong to you y/n. Look at my heart in your hands.” He purrs into your ear as he leans back down over you and pressing his chest flush against your back. “It beats for you.”

He reaches his hand down to guide his cock into your dripping hole. “Law, I love you-“ You gasp out as he slides himself into you to the hilt.

“Fucking shit y/n I love you too, always so good for me. Takes care of me so well.” You lay flat on your stomach as he languidly slips his cock in and out of you. Every now and then he places slow and sloppy kisses on your neck as you whine with pleasure. The force of his strokes were punctuated with a soft grunt from his own desperate mouth. The pace was slow, it was all he could manage right now, but it still had you building towards an incredible finish.

“Law, more, please…” You elbows finally gave out, you flattened forward against the bed, still clutching Law’s heart into your chest.

“Anything for you, my love. I’m gonna make you cum so good. Such a nice reward for holding my heart safe. Is that what you want, y/n? Want me to reward you like my perfect girl?” Law grips your hips harder and drills them forcefully into yours, getting as deep as he possibly can.

His cock was nestled so deep into you, curving up to hit your favorite spot he always knew how to find, you were tossed over the edge of pleasure. You spasm and cream all over his shaft as you scream his name.

“Gooooood girl baby,” Law praises you for cumming so prettily on his cock. “You’re so beautiful when you do that. Gonna fill you up now sweetheart, okay? Take it all, I know you will, so perfect…”

You both groaned as he spilled his load deep inside of you. He buried his head into the crook of your neck and rode out his high, breathing heavily.

“Y/n… love… you…”

“I love you too, Law. So much. I’m so happy you’re safe, I was so worried about you I-…”

You heard snoring and the man on top of you got so much heavier. He had already fallen asleep. You felt a slow thumping in your hands and you struggled to push him off you.

“Really? Can you at least put your heart back in first???”

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Some Fun in the Sun

𖤐Pairing: Alejandro x Wife! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, sexual theme, semipublic, P in V, fingering, harassment, language, jealousy, slight breeding kink, caught

Going to the beach for a relaxing vacation with your husband Alejandro is all you could really ask for

There’s just something about watching your husband have a good time while you tan and enjoy the sun and water

Nothing like watching your hot husband enjoy the salty water, rough sand, sound of the ocean and sound of your moans calling his name

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"ALEJANDRO, COME ON ALL THE SPOTS ON THE BEACH WILL BE FILLED AND WE WON'T GET A GOOD SPOT!!" Y/n yelled, she was packing a bag full of snacks, drinks and beach stuff.

She grabbed two towels for her and Alejandro and placed them in the bag.

"Alejandro, come on!"

"I'm right here, don't shout," he said as he was behind Y/n, he had on black swim trucks and a white sleeveless shirt.

"Oh, well come on," she grabbed the bag, but Alejandro took it off her shoulders.

Y/n smiled at her husband and grabbed the keys to their Beach House and walked on the hot sand to find a good spot. She looked at him as if it was a good spot for them.

"Is this good?"

"Yep," he placed the bag on the sand and started to put the umbrella up and Y/n placed her towel on the sand and started to rub in the sunscreen, but couldn't reach her back, she took the sunscreen and gave it to Alejandro to let him help her.

He rubbed it in her back and then down to her lower back.

"Should I get here?" He asked, touching her sides that were exposed due to her bikini bottoms.

"Yes, please," she said as Alejandro started to squeeze the sunscreen in his hands and rubbed it in. He brought his hands into her bottoms and started to rub them on her sides.

She got chills down her spine as his hands were on her sides.

"Alejandro-"

"You have some soft sides, mi amor," he coos in her ear.

"I-I think that's enough," she grabs his wrist, and he just whines about his hands being moved from his wife's body. "You'll get to touch me later," she says.

"Fine," he groans as he rubbed the sunscreen into his body, and she helped him with rubbing it in his back as well.

Alejandro darted to the water and jumped in. Y/n smiled and joined him in the water. Alejandro smiled and splashed the water on Y/n, she giggled as she splashed the water on him too.

Alejandro dove and picked up Y/n, she giggled and smiled down at him.

"Alejandro." She giggles.

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Y/n was back on shore and was trying to tan. She grabbed her book that she has been reading for some time now. She was on her stomach and turned the pages once done with that page, she hummed a soft tune as she looked over her shoulder every now and then to see if Alejandro is okay.

He sat on the sand with a beer in his hands. He watched the waves crash again the sand, people having fun and enjoying the sun and water.

"WATCH OUT!!" Y/n sat up quickly, grabbing her book and a volleyball landed in front of her.

Alejandro looked over his shoulder seeing Y/n hold her book and looked at the guy who threw the ball. He kept a close eye on the guy and his wife.

"Can...I have that back?" The guy asked Y/n with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah," she put her bookmark in between the pages and gave him the ball back.

Alejandro felt fire rush through him when he saw the guy barely touch his wife's fingers. He ran off back to the game with a bunch of that guy's friends, Y/n grabbed her book and continued to read it.

Alejandro got up off the sand and walked to his wife and bend down next to her, she looked up when she saw him.

"Hi," she smiled.

He just ignored her but...he grabbed a water bottle out of the cooler, he also grabbed an ice cube, and he placed it between Y/n's shoulders blades.

She shot up and the ice cube flew off her back and she looked at him.

"What was that!?"

"An ice cube...I saw how that guy looked at you...he looked down at your chest and he touched your fingers."

"But I was giving him his ball back...it wasn't like I was flirting with him," she said, looking up in his eyes. "I'm not looking for another guy...I have you...and only you," she wraps her arms around his neck and sat on his lap, his hands landed on her ass, they were cold, and she got shivers down her spines.

"H-Hey your h-hands are c-cold," her teeth chatters.

"Yeah, I know," he teased.

Alejandro then kissed her collarbone and his hands roamed all around her body.

His hand swiftly went down in her bikini bottoms, his fingers started to insert into her clit, moving them in and out her slowly. He then kissed her lips, he opened his eyes and looked passed Y/n.

Two old ladies kept giving them the stank eye and he just rolled his eyes and pulled away.

He pulled his fingers out of her. "We should go somewhere else," he said getting up and helping her up as well.

"Why? We can't leave our stuff..."

"Sure, we can, there's people around," he said, kissing her cheek.

He opened a changing room, and he pushed her inside the room and closed the curtain behind them, he pushed her against the wall and picked her up, he kissed her neck, collarbone and lips.

"A-Alejandro-"

"Shhhhh amor, we don't want people hearing us," he said as he now flipped her around and pushed himself against her. She could feel his hardened dick against her lower back.

"...Ale...just...put it in, now," she begged.

"Naturally," he smirked, he fished his cock out and she pulled her bottoms down. He pushed himself inside of her and started to thrust inside of her.

"Ahhh!!" She quickly covered her mouth. He squeezed her hips; he chuckled and went a little faster.

"Go on amor...scream...scream my name," he whispered in her ear.

"B-But w-what if p-people hear u-us? L-Like you s-said-AAHHH!" She covers her mouth.

"Scream it...now!" He said, slamming her from the back. She slowly moved her hand off her mouth and rested her hands against the wall of the changing room.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" She gripped the other curtains in front of her. "Ahhhlejandro!" She moans.

"Too long...call me Papi," he smirks.

"MmmAHHHh~! P-Papi~!" She moans.

"That's better," he smirks against her skin before laying a small kiss on her neck. Alejandro then swatted at her butt earning another moan from her.

He lifted her leg up getting inside of her, she moaned and gripped the curtains. "God, you are so fucking s-sexy, amor...just the thought of you c-carrying my k-kids in your stomach makes me weak. I-I want to be there when you n-need me. When y-you need me to take care of the babies...I...I was thinking...four maybe...five? Six?"

"I-I think j-just two fits u-us, papi..." She is able to moan out. "Ahhh!"

"Let m-me cum i-inside of you," he moans.

"Do it...d-do it, now," she moans.

Alejandro felt himself and you about to cum. He was so close to coming inside of her.

"HEY, GET OUT, THERE'S OTHER PEOPLE WHO NEED TO CHANGE! YOU CAN'T BE HOGGING THE CHANGING ROOM!!" Someone yelled from behind the curtain.

"GIVE US A MINUTE!!" Alejandro yelled back.

"I'M CALLING THE COPS IF YOU DON'T LEAVE!!"

"CALL'EM!!"

"ALEJANDRO!!" Y/n yells slightly hitting him in the arm. "Don't...DON'T DO THAT, WE'LL GET OUT!!" Y/n yells.

"I'm not done," Alejandro groans.

"I'm not either but we can do it at home...not here..." He pulls out and grabs his trunks and helped Y/n.

"Sorry," Alejandro said as he grabbed Y/n's hand and they went back to their stuff where everything was still there, nothing looking missing.

"See...everything is still here," Alejandro said. He was being grumpy all because he didn't finish inside of her. She could just tell he was grumpy and pouty.

"Come on, Ale...let's go home," she said as they packed up everything and headed home together.

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Alejandro was hitting her from behind and enjoying her moaning and screaming his name and even creaming on his cock.

"F-Fuck me," Y/n moans as Alejandro finished inside of her again.

He pulls out and lays on their bed together. She cuddled up to Alejandro and kissed his lips.

"So...should we take a shower?" She asked touching the cum leaking from her lower half.

"Of course," he smirks.

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