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puppykento · 1 month

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whipped - husband!nanami x fem!reader [drabble]

a/n: my first time writing nanami purely bcs every time i think about him i start shaking violently

cw: 18+ content, domestic fluff, soft, counter sex, he bites you once

You're sitting next to the sink on the bathroom counter, your wedding band placed next to you as you lather your hands up in shaving foam. You rub it onto Kento's lower face and throat, covering every inch of skin that tends to sprout prickly, blonde stubble. His large hands are resting on your waist as he stands between your legs, your thighs squeezing his hips.

"You're giving me that look again, Ken." You say with a small smile, rinsing off your hands in the water-filled sink before grabbing his razor, gently gliding it along his face, being careful to catch all the hairs without pulling on his skin.

"What look, angel?" He replies, his eyes locked onto your face as you shave him, fondness overtaking his gaze. That look is the exact one you mean, the one where he acts as if you hung the moon and all the stars in the sky. Like you're the only girl he's ever seen. You shake your head softly at his words, clearing the razor from the foam and hair that's built up before gliding it along his skin once more.

"You're whipped." You tease, a cheeky smile coming to your face as you drag the razor through the foam once more. With a wet cloth, you clean the left over shaving cream from his face, running your fingers along the skin to make sure it's smooth before gripping his chin lightly, tilting his head up to expose the sensitive flesh of his throat. The movement makes him grunt, and you can feel his cock filling out against your thigh.

"Mhm. My wife is so beautiful. Any man with sense would be whipped." He breathes out, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows down the lump in his throat from being so close to you, his grip on your waist tightening until his hands have bunched up the fabric of your shirt.

"Ah, is that so?" You reply, letting out a breathy laugh as you put the razor down, rinsing off any last traces of hair or shaving foam from your husbands face before patting his skin dry with a towel. He nods, leaning down to press a kiss to your jawline, trailing them down your neck before he sucks a mark into the skin right above your shirt collar.

"It's a fact, dear. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on." He murmurs between kisses, raising your shirt before pulling it off, pulling back to do the same to his own shirt. He lets out a soft whimper as your fingers trail over his toned stomach, his muscles tensing at your touch.

"Need you, pretty girl." He whispers against your skin, his cock twitching against your thigh and rock hard. You'd only been wearing his shirt, leaving you in nothing but your panties. He slips his pyjama pants down along with his boxers - just enough to free his erection. His breath hitches as the cold air hits his arousal heated skin, his hands shifting to grip your thighs and spread them, his fingers digging in slightly. You shiver at the cold of his wedding ring against your flushed skin, letting your head thump back against the wall.

"I'm all yours, Kento." You reply softly, your eyelids slightly hooded as you watch him slip the fabric of your panties to the side, his free hand gripping the base of his cock before he slides forward, a low moan spilling from your lips as he presses into your entrance inch by inch. He pulls you more towards the edge of the bathroom counter so he can reach deeper, the head of his dick meeting your cervix as he buries himself to the hilt inside of your tight heat.

"Oh, fuck, baby... she's soaked." He moans, his brows pinching together as he stays still for a moment, taking in how your walls squeeze his length, sucking him in. He'd never leave if he could help it. He reaches down to gather some of your slick and use it to rub small circles into your clit. "This all for me?"

All you can do is nod, gasping as his thumb rubs your swollen bud. His hips start to rock into you gently, his head hanging back as pleasure overtakes him, low groans and sounds of pleasure leaving him. Strands of blonde hair hang lose as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, dangling in front of his eyes as he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Pretty pussy made just for me..." His words are punctuated by a particularly rough thrust, his cock bumping against your sweet spot just as he brushes his thumb against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps, your orgasm rushing through you as you clench around your husband's dick.

"Shit." He grunts as he feels you cum, your arousal coating him. His movements grow more sloppy, his cock barely leaving you before he's burying it deep inside of you once more, his mouth hanging open as his on orgasm builds inside of him. "Mmph... my wife's milkin' my dick so well."

His head drops into the crook of your neck as he cums, biting down on your skin gently as he snaps his hips forward, shooting ribbons of white into your cunt. His teeth release your flesh after a moment and he presses a tender kiss to the bite. He pulls away and gives you a sweet smile, his hands moving to your hips as his thumbs gently stroke your skin.

"I love you so much, Ken..." You say softly, leaning forward to press your forehead against his, your arms coming up to loop around his neck.

"I love you even more, my angel."

#nyx drabbles☆#nanami♡#nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #nanami smut #nanami kento #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #kento x reader #kento smut #kento x you #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you

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sttoru · 4 months

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·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. toji with a nympho reader. includes three hc's & eac accompanied w little drabbles.

word count. 940

note. uhm, part 2 of this, i think. based on an anon request.

tags. dom!toji fushiguro x nympho!female reader. smut \\ mdni. dirty talk, p in v -> unprotected, hair pulling, degredation (reader gets called dumb, nasty), teasing, oral; m. receiving, exhibitionism kinda, lots of cum (and creampies), daddy kink once, toji takes pictures / videos, reader gets called 'doll, princess, pretty, cute.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 knows you can’t keep your hands to yourself. no matter where you are or who you’re with – when you see your boyfriend do anything remotely attractive, you’re instantly turned on. the tingles you feel in your lower abdomen accompanied by the throbbing in your crotch are enough to make you go insane. toji either notices this and teases you, or deliberately ignores your squirms and shy whispers that try to catch his attention.

“can’t wait now can you, princess?” toji’s hand tightly grips your hair, pulling it to try and hold you back from wrapping your mouth around his cock. your watery eyes are entirely focused on its erect form in front of you, practically drooling at the thought of sucking your boyfriend off. frankly, you couldn’t care about your family members who are waiting for your return in the living room down the hall. your needs were present in this small space - the bathroom - with you kneeling before the man you desire. “fuck.” toji takes a deep breath, his dick twitching at the sight of you looking so cockdrunk when you hadn’t even gotten a taste. he is leaning against the bathroom wall with his head thrown back, adam's apple bobbing in his throat with the amount of grunts he’s trying to stifle, the moment you start sucking him off. one of his veiny hands held the back of your head, nearly forcing the tip of his cock to hit the deepest parts of your mouth whilst he kept his other hand over his mouth. he loves the fact that you enjoy pleasuring him – your addiction to him and his body never fails to make him feel light-headed.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 never denies you pleasure. it’s like you’re subconsciously hypnotising him and making him obsessed with you. he doesn’t have the needs to jerk off by himself anymore when you’re available — he can just ask you if you want to and you’re ready to do whatever. toji truly appreciates it and never forgets to return the favor one way or another. there’s no better way to reward you than to grant you the satisfaction you deserve.

“easy there, doll.” toji sighs. he watches as you lose control on top of him - eyes rolled back as you moan so deliciously. your boyfriend gets off to your noises and the way you try to satisfy both him and yourself at the same time. you lift your hips and slam them down on his cock repeatedly, his heavy balls slapping against the fat of your ass with each thrust. you could feel toji’s cum - the earlier loads he’s dumped in your needy pussy - coat his dick a translucent white. his big thighs and pelvis are sticky with a mixture of your bodily juices. you shake your head and babble something in the direction of not being able stop, “feels t-too good. .” “i know, i know.” toji lets out a low chuckle. he didn’t even have to do anything. he lays back against the couch, half-lidded eyes lazily checking your bare figure out, rough hands holding your hair back so it wouldn’t hide your lewd facial expressions from him. you can’t go on forever — he knows and he offers to take over, promises to fuck you so good that it’ll put you right to sleep afterwards, but you stubbornly shake your head. even if you refuse and continue sloppily riding him, toji decides to flip you over anyway. he hammers his cock into you - leaving you no time to think of anything else. every sweet spot of yours is touched, every inch of your insides is filled and stretched. your desperate moans and squirming body only serve to prove your enjoyment. “look at you. nasty little girl - so fuckin’ desperate for my cock, eh? don’cha worry, I’ll give you it over ‘n over ‘til you pass out on me.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 doesn’t want to forget those moments where you’re begging him to fuck you. he’s always teasing you, asking you to repeat those sentences in that soft voice of yours over and over. sometimes he’ll even record your cute little begs as he’s fucking you dumb. for. . . personal use.

“whadd’ya say? c’mon, repeat it f’daddy.” toji coos, hips stilling and refusing to move until you repeat those sinful sentences to him. your soft, frustrated cries into the pillow are muffled — you were nearing your long-awaited orgasm before your lover decided to edge you. you sniff and decide to be stubborn back, pushing and pulling your ass back and forth, trying to fuck yourself on his cock. “aht, aht.” toji scoffs at your desperate attempts. he roughly smacks your ass and tugs your head back by your hair. you breathe in the fresh air after your face was buried into the pillow for so long. toji’s face was right next to yours, husky voice whispering into your ear; “i said repeat y’r words to me. or did i fuck ya dumb already?” you shake your head with a pout. everything was too much — in an addictive way. the overstimulation was addicting. the feeling of being used as a cumdump for your lover that night got you saying the filthiest of things. all of them were being recorded by toji; his phone in one hand with the camera pointed down at the way your back was perfectly arched. and your ass covered in cum was also captured on screen. toji wasn’t done with you until his gallery was filled with tons of pictures and videos.

tagging. @redskyvenus @marimogf @satoruhour xx

#sttoru writes.#jjk smut #jjk x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji x reader #jjk x you #toji x you

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hazbinwhoree · 3 months

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Yesss one shot of Adam wink kink and naive demon gf plzzzzz 👀👀👀

Sensitive Wings

A/N: I wrote this high asf so I hope it makes sense.

Warnings: Smut

(Name) thinks that Adam’s wings are the prettiest things ever. She just wants to touch them. So while Adam is telling her about his day, yapping away, she decides to go for it.

She’s so entranced by their feel and softness that she didn’t even notice Adam had stopped talking. She cuddled into his wings, and finally noticed Adam when he made a choked sort of noise. “Adam?”

“Keep touching them, babe, and I’ll fuck you against that wall.”

(Name) hadn’t realized they were sensitive like that. Deviously, she dared to touch his wings again.

In one swift motion, Adam pushed her up against the wall. His frame dwarfs her, so he picks her up and pins her against the wall, claiming her lips with his own. Her legs locked around his waist, and he groped her ass.

They made out for a few minutes before Adam got impatient and pulled away from the wall. He carried (Name) over to the couch, bending her over the arm. He pulled down her pants and panties, and (Name) squirmed. Adam smacked her ass. “Stay still, you little tease.”

She’s so wet that he goes in with three fingers immediately. He pumped them in and out for a minute, occasionally scissoring his fingers, and occasionally pulling out to circle her clit with a slender finger.

Adam’s fingers were long, and (Name) was an absolute mess because of them. She buried her face in the couch to muffle her moans.

Suddenly, Adam pulled out, and (Name) whined in protest. She didn’t protest for long, as Adam pulled her up and pushed her back against the wall. He pinned her against it with his large frame while he unzipped his pants and tugged them and his boxers down just enough to free his dick.

Then he picked (Name) up, and dropped her down on his dick. When he was in he leaned her back against the wall for more support as he began thrusting. (Name)’s legs trembled, locking around Adam’s waist.

Adam connected their lips and as they made out, (Name) had the bright idea to reach forward and brush her hand against Adam’s wings. Adam moaned, and blushed at the noise he had just made. “Fuck, (Name),” Adam panted. “You’re so fucking tight– nngh~”

(Name) brushed her hand down the ends of his wing.

Adam tightened his hold on (Name)’s waist, thrusting up into her at a brutal pace while also pushing her down on his dick with every thrust in. The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, panting and moaning.

(Name) pet Adam’s wings and his breathing got heavy as he neared his climax. “Fuck, (Name), I’m gonna cum,” Adam groaned. He roughly reconnected their lips, kissing her while he came inside of her.

He stilled for a minute, not pulling out but catching his breath. When he recovered, he smirked at (Name). “Ready to cum, babe?” “You’re still hard?” Adam laughed. “The original dick doesn’t go soft after only one round. I’m the fucking Dickmaster.”

With that declaration he resumed his brutal pace. (Name) gasped as he brushed her most sensitive spot. Usually her g-spot was impossible to find, but Adam had just hit it. And he could tell. He was careful to keep his thrusts steady, and (Name) was reaching her peak quickly. “Adam,” she moaned. “Adam!”

He loved when she moaned his name. “That’s it, babygirl, cum for me.”

The words and steady hits on her g-spot sent (Name) over the edge. She clenched tightly around him and he huffed. She gripped his shoulders like her life depended on it while she climaxed. Adam gently thrusted, fucking her through it.

When she came down, he pulled out. (Name) could feel his cum leaking down her inner thigh. He set her on her feet, and her legs shook before giving out. Adam caught her, lifting her up bridal-style. He laughed at her. She shut up him with a kiss.

“How about a bath?” Adam asked, carrying her towards the bathroom. “Sounds great,” (Name) agreed.

Bathing together would inevitably lead to more sex.

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #smut #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute

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thornbutch · 6 months

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One Night Only (Pt. 2) (18+)

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Pairings: Jordan Li x Fem!Reader, (brief) Andre Anderson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Past experiences have wrecked Jordan’s perception of their true feelings. The pretty girl from a week ago isn’t making their situation any better. Cue angst and car sex.

Tags: Jordan Li x fem!reader, Gen V, Jordan Li is a toxic, jealous, sexy piece of shit, cursing, angst, sensitive reader, sapphic make out sesh, Corruption kink, smut, mature content, Jordan might be a little OOC? Sorry. I wrote this in two hours.

Word Count: 2.7k

Jordan Li was probably the most confusing human being she had ever encountered. Ever since that night, he had been ignoring her. She’d see him in the courtyard at lunch, wave, and be disappointed when he didn’t wave back. She knew he saw her. What was his problem?

A week went by since the night she entangled with Jordan. She had finally come to terms with the fact that Jordan didn’t see her as anything but a one-night stand. She couldn’t explain why she felt so hurt by this. Maybe Jordan regretted what happened. Or maybe she was some kind of revenge hook-up? She had dealt with that before; her body being used to make someone else jealous. But that didn’t seem like a thing Jordan would do. On the other hand, she didn’t know Jordan much. She knew he was number five on the list. She knew that he had been Dr. Brink’s TA, but other that, his story was a mystery to her.

The next time she saw him, she was determined to get his attention. She didn’t care if she embarrassed him. How dare he treat her like trash? He owed her an explanation. If she had did something wrong, she’d like to know. If he wished he could forget that night, she had a right to know. She doesn’t know why it bothered her so much, but it did. He didn’t have to fuck her again, but he could’ve at least waved or said hello when he saw her in public.

She had gotten information from Maverick, the dorm’s resident assistant. She demanded to know where Jordan’s room was in the sweetest way. She fluttered her eyelashes and put her hands together in a praying form, begging him over and over to tell her until he finally did.

“God, you freshman are so fucking annoying! Can’t a guy jerk off in peace?” She didn’t have time to wonder if he was jerking off in that moment, due to his invisibility. She’d question him again later on that, because ew.

She made her way to Jordan’s room, knocking on the door once, twice, three times.

“Coming!” She heard a feminine voice shout from behind the door.

Had she arrived at the wrong room? No, Mark was adamant on the floor level and room number.

Plus, she recognized that smell of hefty cologne from the night Jordan fucked her senseless.

So who was-

Oh. She had approximately five seconds to walk, no sprint, away from this situation. She could’ve made it behind a wall or scurried off into a communal bathroom. She had time.

But she stood there, dumbfounded and hurt.

The girl from the other side opened the door, “Can I-“

She stood there.

Her doe eyes brimmed with tears. What the fuck? What the actual fuck? She didn’t own Jordan. She wasn’t his girlfriend. He made it very clear that he didn’t want to be with her.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “Wrong door.”

Before the girl had anything to say, she was running down the hallway and exiting the building.

. . .

That was all it took for her to move on. Now, she was back to her normal self. Fuck Jordan Li, and fuck whoever that girl was at the door.

She was undoubtedly pretty, but also handsome at the same time. She kind-of looked like Jordan a bit, but she highly doubted it was a relative. Some guys were into shit like that, fucking the “girl” versions of themselves.

Ick.

She was tired of parties. They were fun, sure. It was nice to get out and get drunk and fuck here and there, but she needed an escape from that environment. She opted to go to a bar instead, one of the local ones near campus that served as a hot spot for the students.

She put on a black, tubed dress that stopped at her mid-thigh. She chose one of her favorite leather jackets to match with it and similar-looking black leather boots that came up just below her knee. It was different than what she’d normally wear. The white dresses, jean skirts, and pink accents made her look cute, but it seemed like people took advantage of that. They thought she was naïve and not aware of their schemes.

She was smart, that much was evident. As pretty as she was, she was also sexy, and she’d be damned if she didn’t own that shit.

The bar was far quieter than the frat parties, but still loud nonetheless. Supes and normals mingled here. One thing they both had in common was their love for alcohol. It seemed to bring them together and offer peace against outside situations.

The moment came when she was asked if someone could buy her a drink. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. He had curly, dark brown hair and deep black eyes. He was good-looking, she couldn’t deny that.

“I’m a freshman,” she stated. The man laughed.

“You say that like I’m old,” he said as he bought himself a drink, “I’m only a junior.”

She smiled, knowing that he was in her age range and a fellow student calmed her. “I’m (Y/n).”

He took a sip from his glass, “Andre,” he replied, “You have a coin on you?”

She nodded, reaching into her black velvet purse to retrieve a quarter. She handed it to him, and he examined it thoroughly.

“Look,” he held the quarter between his forefinger and thumb, “If I could make this-“ she watched as the quarter transformed before her eyes, the metal twisting and bending to create the shape of a bird, “into her drink-“ he looked over at a woman sitting down, holding a champagne glass in her hand, “then you have to come home with me.”

“Oh, I have to?” She smirked.

“I don’t make the rules,” he shrugged and grinned back, “Just enforce them.”

Before she could reply, she felt a familiar presence loom over her. She turned around, met with a firm chest and a heavy scent.

Jordan.

“She’s not into your lame ass party tricks, Andre,” Jordan said.

Andre scoffed, blistering a false offended look on his face, “Lame? C’mon, Jordan, don’t be like that.”

Jordan rolled his eyes, “She’s not interested, got it?”

Andre rolled his eyes as well, his fists bawled up and the once floating medal bird turned into a dense ball, “It’s 2023. Women can speak for themselves.”

“Right,” Jordan looked down at you, finally including you in on the conversation that he interrupted, “Are you interested?”

She was taken aback by the question. She sputtered a little, swapping glances between Andre and Jordan. Whatever this was, she did not want to be apart of it. Fuck Jordan for ruining this.

“No.” She said. Andre held his hands up in defeat, grabbed his drink, and walked away from the bar and into the crowd. She turned back to Jordan then and stood up. “Fuck you.”

“You already did,” he said.

She pushed him then. “No, fuck you. Fuck you for being an asshole to me all this week and then popping up to ruin-“

“Ruin what, exactly? Where you going to go home with him, huh? Fuck him, too? Let him see you the way I saw you?”

“Excuse me?” She raised her hand to slap him, but he caught it. His grip was tight and bruising. A few bystanders gathered around them.

“Let’s go to my car.” Jordan tugged her towards the exit. She barely had time to register what was going on before she felt the cold breeze of the night air swift through her nostrils and blow on her exposed skin.

He opened the passenger door for her. A gentleman. What kind of gentleman would dare to ask to her that way? Just who did he think he was? Her fucking boyfriend?

She got in, and he slammed the door closed. She stared out the window as he felt the car dip a little with the weight of Jordan getting in on the driver’s side.

The car was silent.

“Are we playing the quiet game or something?” .

She nodded.

He sighed, “Look, you have every right to hate me-“

“I do.”

“-but I need to explain something to you.”

She could feel her anger bubbling up. Her knees bounced against the car floor. She continued to stare out the window. “Explain.”

“The girl you saw, she was-“

Oh, not this lousy and overused excused. He really thought she was dumb. It wasn’t just something she had made up in her mind. This was evidence.

She turned, tears just about to spill past her eyelids, “Your sister? Your cousin? Your best friend?” She scoffed, “You think I’m stupid. You ignore me for a week, a week, Jordan. Then you decide you can whisk me away like you’re some kind of Prince Charming?”

“That’s not-“

“You embarrass me in front a cute guy because what? You’re jealous? You don’t like to see your one-night stand hooking up with other people but don’t mind not bothering to wave back when she waves at you?”

“(Y/n)-“

“But maybe I am stupid. You asked if I was interested, and I said no. You opened the door for me, and I got in. You folded my panties and tucked me in and left and treated me like I didn’t exist.”

Jordan watched intently as she spewed all the horrible shit they had done to her. They didn’t think it would affect her so much. They’d hate to be ignored, too, but they’d get over it. They could tell she convinced herself she was over them, over the entire situation. If she was moved on, she wouldn’t have turned down Andre’s offer, and she wouldn’t have entered their vehicle.

“-and now you’re not fucking listening, great.” She folded her arms and dramatically laid back against the seat. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her makeup was ruined. Black streaks of mascara coated the skin.

“I’m sorry,” they said. “You’re right. Not about the stupid thing, the fucked up thing. It was wrong of me to ignore you, I just…” Jordan breathed in shakily. This was so out of character for them. “I didn’t think you liked me.”

She turned towards the window again, staring at her own reflection.

“And… the girl you saw wasn’t my sister, cousin, or best friend,” They could feel their chest tightening, “She was me.”

She watched in the reflection as Jordan morphed into the girl she had seen earlier. She turned back sharply, completely in shock at what she just witnessed.

“You-“

“Yeah. I’m bigender, or whatever the fuck,” Jordan sighed. They felt vulnerable in this form. They tucked a strand of their longer black hair behind their ear and looked beyond the front windshield, “I didn’t want you thinking that I-“

“That you’re into women who look like you?” She responded.

“Yes,” Jordan snorted, “But I was going to say that I wasn’t using you. Or- I didn’t use you. That wasn’t my intention.”

“Do you normally fuck girls and abandon them?”

“I normally don’t get jealous when I see someone else flirting with them,” they looked at her then, “I didn’t like what I saw. When he flirted with you using his medal-bending ability. It was corny.”

She let out a small laugh, wiping away her tears, “It was kind of corny.”

Jordan nodded, “I was… afraid. I’m not used to feeling like this, but I am used to it at the same time. Girls, they fuck me in my masculine form and want nothing to do with me in my feminine form. Guys are vice versa.”

She listened to every word coming from their mouth.

“I guess I’ve grown accustomed to blocking people out without asking if they’d accept both versions of me.”

The car was quiet once more.

“Accustomed,” she whispered, “that’s a big word.”

Jordan rolled their eyes.

“I don’t mind,” she was no longer looking at them, instead focusing on her hands that she held in her lap, “I wouldn’t have judged you. I’m not judging you.”

“You’re not?”

“I think you’re the most handsomest and prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” she said.

They could feel their ears tint with red.

“I understand why you were nervous, but I wish you would’ve talked to me before doing all of this,”

“I’m sorry,”

“I know,” she faced them, bringing her hands to cup their soft jawline, “I forgive you.”

Their lips met with hers, but not like how they did at the frat party. This time was more passionate, sweeter, and less rough. She broke the kiss to climb over the armrest and straddle them. Jordan leaned the chair back as far as it would go to give her enough room to sit on their lap. She took off her leather jacket. Their hands held onto her waist, keeping her in place. She liked being on top and knowing that she had no control. They liked being underneath her and knowing that they were still the dominant one.

They began to kiss each other harder. More hunger. They craved her. She must’ve worn this black outfit in retaliation. She looked pretty in white. She looked pretty in black. She looked pretty naked. She was the most beautiful girl they had ever seen, and now they had her right where they wanted her.

She had been hogging their memory ever since that night. They’d slip their hands into their pants during late hours of the night, fondling their clit and breathing her name in heavy gasps as they imagined her touching them. They pinched their nipples, imagining her biting them. They wanted to see her between their thighs, eating them out with her back arched and her eyes closed because she was so into it.

“Am I doing good?” They imagined she would say.

They’d tell her she was doing amazing as they fucked their pussy onto her face.

They’d have to take a late-night shower, having soaked their boxers in their secretion. Their shirt would stick to their back from how hot they were and how much they were sweating during a simple masturbation session.

They wondered if she touched herself. Maybe she was so pent up with frustration that she couldn’t help but fuck it out of herself. She’d use two fingers right off the bat. Her legs would be spread open, and her clothes discarded into a heap at the edge of her bed.

“Jordan,” she’d moan.

“Jordan,” she moaned.

They were brought back to the present, pulling away from her lips. Both of their chests rise and fell with great intensity. They bought their hand up to her face, placing their thumb on her lip and parting them. She opened willingly, allowing their thumb to enter her wet cavern.

She sucked feverishly, all while maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck,” Jordan cursed. They could feel how wet they were in their stiff jeans.

She pulled their thumb out of her mouth with a barely audible pop!

“I want to touch you,” she said.

Yes, yes, please, yes.

She pulled up their shirt, revealing a flat stomach that had the shadows of their abs present. They didn’t wear a bra. She was very understanding of that, too. It’d be extremely uncomfortable for them to shift and feel the hard clasps of the bra digging into their back.

She cupped their breast tenderly, swiping her thumb over the nipple. Jordan couldn’t tell if she’d been with women before. Was she an expert? Or was she just doing what she did when she touched herself?

She pinched and they shifted unexpectedly. She leaned back, her ass hitting the steering wheel and blaring the horn.

It was quiet for the third time.

They apologized for startling her. She told them it was okay.

Then, she busted out laughing, falling onto them. They laughed, too.

“I guess that’s a sign,” she said.

“A sign for what?”

“To take me back to your place.”

She didn’t have to say anything else.

#gen v #jordan li #fem4fem #gen v fanfiction #andre anderson #ooc #sapphic #angst #jordan li smut #smut #reader insert #x reader #Spotify

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freedomfireflies · 10 months

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Use Me*

Summary: An extra for Teach Me*

You bring home a new outfit, and your best friend Harry decides that it's high time he show you exactly what you've been missing with a little payback.

Blindfold and all.

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*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“Okay, close your eyes. Close your eyes—thank you.”

Harry huffs as he settles onto the mattress, lashes firmly pressed together, and hands on his legs.

You peek out from behind the bathroom door, eager for his reaction to the little lingerie set you purchased the other day. It’s unlike anything he’s ever seen you in. Lacey, and skimpy, and best of all…equipped with thigh and wrist restraints.

Sure, he adores you in anything. Plain, simple bra and underwear. No underwear and a big shirt. Granny panties and sweatpants. And you adore him for that.

Truthfully, you mostly picked this outfit for yourself. You liked the colors and the handcuffs. And even better? It was on sale.

But you know Harry will absolutely lose it when he gets a glimpse. You’re fully prepared for him to rip the fabric right from your body, although you will warn him not to. It might have been on sale, but it was still rather expensive.

Although you have a feeling it will be worth it.

Tiptoeing into the room, you come to a stop right in front of him, anxiously sucking in a deep breath.

“Okay,” you murmur, arms resting by your sides. “You can look.”

With a raise of his eyebrow, he lets his eyes flutter open once more until he can see you.

A quiet stretch of silence settles between you as he rakes his gaze over every inch of your body. From your eager smirk to your glittery painted toenails.

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. You’ve never felt so nervous.

Then, he stands.

His tall frame towers above you, and your breath hitches as he steps up.

“Fucking hell,” he breathes, large hand outstretching for your hip. “You…shit, Bee. I…”

Words evade him as your cheeks warm. “You like?”

“Fuck,” he says again, and you laugh. “Where…why…shit.”

You slip your hands around his neck as he takes hold of your body and presses you flush against his chest. “Thought we could try something new. Know you’ve been stressed lately, and I figured…why not help you unwind?”

His darkened expression travels up the length of the outfit for a second time. “God, I don’t fucking deserve you. Look at you, Bee. I can’t…never seen something so beautiful.”

You feel his fingers dance across the lacey fabric, inspecting every inch. Reveling in the way your body feels beneath the material. And when he makes it to the cuffs around your wrists, his eyebrow cocks up.

“Oh?” he murmurs, lifting it up as his thumb strokes across the leather restraint.

“They attach down here,” you explain, nodding toward your thigh. “Thought that might be fun, too.”

“Yeah?” His eyes fill with child-like wonder as he studies the lock.

“Yeah.” You push up onto your tiptoes until you can brush your lips against his. “Wanna be at your mercy, Daddy. Want you to do whatever you want. Have me any way you want me.”

You can’t help but smirk to yourself when you hear his breath catch. You’ve taken this interaction from sexy to sensual, and his grip on your hip tightens.

“Is that right?” he murmurs, and the sudden change in inflection makes your stomach flip. “Want me to toss you around like you’re nothing but a fucking toy, hm? Use you just the way I like?”

You nod as he begins backing you up toward the wall.

“Missed me this week, haven’t you, Bee?” he continues, eyeing the delicate bow between your breasts. “Missed being my cock-drunk little whore?”

Your lip disappears between your teeth as you fight back a moan.

“Missed the way I take care of you?” He dips down, mouth following the curve of your jaw before he settles over the spot beneath your ear. “Missed being good for me?”

Your nails curl into your palm when your ass meets the door, and Harry smiles as he nips at your feverish skin.

“D’you wanna be good for me, Bee?”

You’ve never wanted anything more. “Yes…”

“Good. Then turn around.”

Goosebumps explode across your skin as he uses his hold on your waist to spin you toward the wall until your cheek presses into the paint.

You gasp eagerly, thighs clenching together as he smooths his palms over your shoulders and down your arms. He worships your body. Pays it the utmost respect as he drinks you in.

“Fucking beautiful,” he muses beneath a heavy breath. “You’re a goddess, Bee. So fucking real and so fucking perfect.”

You notice he curses more when he’s truly turned on, and it makes your ego swell as you grin.

“And you’re mine,” he whispers, almost reverently. It’s quiet. You almost miss it, and it doesn’t seem as if this was something you were meant to hear.

“Yours,” you repeat anyway, and you feel his fingers dance along the backs of your legs while he crouches down. “Always yours, Har.”

“Good.” He reaches for your wrists and guides your arms back. You feel him fiddle with the locks before the restraints are tightening and your mobility becomes limited. “How’s that, baby?”

Baby. Your head spins. Each loving nickname goes straight to your heart before traveling to your cunt. “It’s good.”

“Not too tight?”

“Well, I’d argue the tighter the better, but…”

A firm but playful slap is had to your ass. You squeal and squirm away from him, but his grip returns to your hips and pulls you back.

“Funny,” he snorts, although he doesn’t sound amused. “You enjoy mocking me, hm?”

“No. I enjoy it tight.”

Another smack. “Yeah?”

Your eyes squeeze shut, pain and pleasure radiating across your backside. “Yeah. Figured you should know that by now.”

“I should, huh?” You feel the tip of his nose ghost across your ass cheek before his lips make contact to the curve above your thigh. “I know a lot of things about you, Bee. Like the fact…that you’re…a brat.”

Another spank ripples across your body, a bit harder and more prominent until you go flying into the wall. Your automatic instinct is to raise your hands and brace yourself, but the harsh reminder that they’re attached to your legs now makes you groan.

Harry says nothing but you feel his fingers hook into the crotch of your panties, pulling the lacy material away from your pussy to get a better look.

“What did I say?” he murmurs proudly, letting himself lightly brush over your aching hole. “Look at you, already dripping for me, and all I did was spank you.”

A shuddered breath passes between your lips.

“Isn’t that right?” He travels up to your clit, flicking it once in warning. “Like it when I punish you, yeah?”

“Yes.” There’s no point in denying it. Not when the evidence is sitting right there in his face. “Yes, Har, please—”

“No, see…I don’t believe you’re in any position…to make demands,” he decides, removing his hand completely until you nearly crumble. “Not after the way you’ve been teasing me this week.”

You feign innocence, lashes fluttering as you attempt to glance back at him. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” he scoffs, straightening back up. His hips press into your arms and hands while his hands brace to the wall beside your head, almost as if to trap you there. “All those texts…all those pictures…trying to distract me while I work.”

His lips find your cheek while images of your previous conversations run through your mind.

“Coming home to find you touching yourself while screaming my name,” he continues menacingly. “Even made yourself squirt, didn’t you?”

The night in question springs to the forefront of your memory, flashes of the dildo and his face filling your consciousness.

He presses himself against you, mouth moving to your ear.

“And you didn’t save me a goddamn drop.”

He spins you around so fast, you feel dizzy. But your gasp of intrigue dies by his tongue as it’s forcibly shoved in your mouth.

“Naughty fucking goddess,” he grits, licking at your bottom lip just to taunt you. “Made me fuck my fist in the shower just to feel like a man.”

Again, you attempt to reach for him. Desperate to fling your arms around his neck and jump onto his body. But the cuffs hold steady, and you nearly burst into tears when Harry steps away from you, leaving your body cold and without his touch.

“I think it’s time for me to teach you something, hm?” he proposes, and your wet eyes widen. “Think it’s time I teach you…how it fucking feels.”

His fingers suddenly reach for the front of your bra, grabbing onto the wire as leverage before slinging you toward the mattress.

You bounce a bit when you make contact, stomach meeting the bed a bit harshly although it’s cushioned by the soft duvet.

“Daddy, please,” you whisper, the nickname coming easier to you now. You momentarily wonder if you’ll be lost to your subspace tonight. You almost hope you are. Would love for nothing more than to be consumed by him. In every way possible.

He ignores your plea as he walks toward the nightstand. Pretending to be oblivious to the way you squirm for him. “Been thinking about this all week, Bee. Thinking about bending you over every fucking surface in this apartment and taking you the way I want.”

You can’t help the shiver that travels along your spine.

“Even thought about fucking you nice and slow,” he continues, pulling open a drawer in order to rifle through its contents. “Wanted to take my time with you, baby. Wanted to feel every fucking flutter of that pretty pussy around my cock.”

You love hard and fast with Harry. But you love soft and sweet, too. Love when he wraps your legs around his hips and presses his mouth to yours. When he slows his rhythm so you can feel his cock drag through your walls before pushing back in.

“Wanted to take your tits in my mouth,” he adds, plucking the silk blindfold free before shoving the drawer shut. “Wanted to mark every inch of your skin so you’d see me when you fucked yourself. So you could press on every little bruise and remember how much Daddy loves you.”

If he keeps speaking to you like this, you’ll come right here, right now without so much as a touch.

“Now?” He slowly begins to walk back, soft tie running along his palm mockingly. “Now I get to fuck you from behind. Get to use you like my own little fuck-toy. Over and over and over. And you?”

His knee meets the mattress, holding him up while he dips closer to whisper, “You get to fucking take it.”

His legs move to straddle your hips while the scarf is brought over your head and hovered near your eyes.

“Har,” you whimper, jerking away from the object. “No, wanna see you. Please—”

“You do?” he coos, almost as if truly torn by your confession. “Well…isn’t that too fucking bad?”

This has to be the cruelest he’s ever been and while your heart is breaking at the thought of not being able to touch him or see him…you feel oddly thrilled.

Because your Harry is kind and sweet and attentive. And even now as he’s mocking you, his touch is gentle. Making sure to feel for any twitch of disapproval as he guides the fabric over your eyes.

Darkness fills your mind. Your world. Until all you know is the feel of his cock beneath his pants subtly grinding against your ass. And the feel of his hands as they secure the knot behind your head. The sound of his voice murmuring, “You okay, baby girl?”

Your answer is reflex: “Yes, Daddy.”

He chuckles in that sadistic way that makes the ache between your thighs triple tenfold before he’s maneuvering back off the bed.

“Interesting how you can behave when you want something,” he muses, and you hear the sound of his zipper being pulled. “How you’ll lay here and be my cock-dumb little duchess until I’m satisfied.”

You will. You’ll be anything he wants. Do anything he wants as long as he wants it.

“Oh, baby,” he suddenly hums, and you feel his palm sweep up the back of your leg. “Don’t tell me you like being called my stupid little slut.”

You aren’t sure when you developed a degradation kink, but it seems to be making itself none this evening, and you swallow a whine as he moves his touch higher.

“You do,” he decides, and you have a feeling you know why. He can see exactly how much your body enjoys it, a front row seat to your pitiful clenching through the sheer fabric of your lingerie. “Why’s that, Bee, hm? Liking knowing that you belong to me? That this weepy little pussy only cries for me? That I can ruin you any fucking time, any fucking day? And you’ll just have to take it?”

Your cheek meets the comforter as Harry begins to crawl toward you. You imagine this is mostly a rhetorical question and truth be told, you’re too wound up to find an actual response.

The bare skin of his leg brushes teasingly against yours and sparks shatter down your spine as you mewl and attempt to scoot back.

But without your arms and your sight, it proves quite difficult, and Harry laughs at your fruitless attempt.

“Uh-uh,” he tuts. “We do this my way, yeah? On my fucking time. Since I had to wait all goddamn week just to get a taste. Had to wait for you. Watch you lick that pretty come from your fingers without ever saving some for me.”

The tip of his cock makes contact with your ass before he’s guiding it between your cheeks just to taunt you.

“But this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he continues, fingers wrapping around your hip to pull you up to your knees until your weight rests on your shoulders. “Wanted to get filled and fucked until you were crying. Wanted to beg for my forgiveness just to have me deny you.”

He’s going so slow, and it nearly wrecks you as you attempt to revel in his hand on your body. In anything he’ll give you.

You feel him pull your outfit to the side, creating the room he needs as you sigh and whisper, “Harry, please…”

“Harry, please what?” he murmurs. “D’you want my cock, honey, is that it?”

His voice is sex. Sweet, sinful sex that you could drown in and your eyes roll back into your head.

You love his name. Love that his name makes you think of him. His body, his touch, his heart. Love when he devotes himself to you. Promises that he belongs to you in the same way you do him.

“Speak,” he suddenly growls before you feel a slap to your outer thigh, just beside your arm.

“Yes,” you whimper, face nuzzling into the bed as if to find any sort of relief. “Yes, Harry, please…”

“Uh-uh,” he warns again before his palm suddenly smacks down on your cunt to make you yelp. “Try again.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you breathe, finally satiating him.

“S’a good girl.” He teases you a bit more, circling the head of his cock around your opening while humming under his breath. “You know…I was really looking forward to tasting you, Bee. Was so fucking excited to get my tongue all over you, having you squirming—have you begging me to take you on my face.”

He nudges himself closer until your mouth drops open in a desolate cry. The pain from being so empty nearly kills you, nails curling into your palms as you struggle with the urge to reach for him.

“God, honey, I was really gonna take my time with you,” he murmurs, caressing your hip to accompany his disappointing remark. “Was gonna keep you here forever. Was gonna worship you, hold you, love you. Give you everything, baby girl. Was gonna take such good care of you, and now?”

He goes still, and the room fills with apprehension.

“Now I just have to take,” he whispers before thrusting forward, driving his cock inside with no hesitation.

The stretch, the burn, the fill is all you know. It floods every one of your senses, exactly the way he said when it was his turn.

He really is all you know, and this is the kind of euphoria that you could get high off of. This is the only thing that matters to you. Just him.

Him.

You feel his fingers weave through the roots of your hair as he begins working himself in at a rapidly increasing pace. He keeps you pressed to the mattress, little grunts of adoration slipping from his lips as he goes.

“What’s the matter, hm?” he huffs, keeping a tight hold on your waist, his pace unforgiving. “Why you squirmin’, baby?”

You take in a needy gasp for air before panting, “S’good, Har. So good—”

He suddenly tugs on your wrist, twisting your arm a bit further behind your back as if to punish you. “No,” he seethes. “Thought I taught you better than that, hm? Thought you were gonna be good.”

Good? you think. Why weren’t you good?

The sudden snap of his hips to your ass makes this question a lot clearer as you garble over a cry and try again.

“Daddy,” you correct desolately. “It’s so good. So fucking good, Daddy, please—”

He makes a disapproving scoff before releasing your hand to take hold of your hip once more. “Fucking pathetic,” he sneers, and it sends chills straight to your cunt. “Ask you to do one fucking thing, Bee. And you can’t even do it, can you? Just have to fucking disobey me.”

The fingers in your hair move for your tit still kept snuggly within the confines of your outfit.

But that doesn’t stop him. He takes hold of your nipple and tweaks it between the rough, angry pads of his fingers.

“Bet Tina would know better,” he continues, now kneading you in his palm. “Bet she’d be so fucking good for me. Take me so well. Call me by the correct name.”

The thought of his former crush makes your teeth grit, despite the way the coil in your stomach tightens. You don’t want to imagine how she’d behave for him. Don’t want to imagine her calling his name, or even a pet name, as he fucks into her.

“She’d fucking take me the way she’s supposed to.” His knee kicks your leg further open. “Wouldn’t whine, wouldn’t complain. She’d be my good little fuck toy, wouldn’t she? She’d be everything you aren’t.”

One particularly determined thrust later, you’ve lost it. Coming around his cock with a moan so lewd, surely your neighbors think you’re watching porn.

He begins to slow, now holding you securely on his cock as he helps ride you through. And he’s quiet. Far too quiet and it makes your heart ache.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper into the darkness, burying your face into the comforter as if to hide. “M’sorry, Daddy. M’so sorry. Didn’t mean to, couldn’t help it. Tried to be good but it felt so nice—”

He pulls out, leaving you to whine rather dejectedly before you feel him grab onto your hips and turn you over onto your back.

“S’that how you wanna play this, honey?” A bit of rustling follows as the bed dips and his touch grows cold. “Just wanna use my cock to get yourself off? Is that all this was to you?”

“No…no, no,” you attempt to argue, but it’s weak and fragile.

You feel him hoist you back up onto your knees before you’re being dragged closer.

“Think you did,” he muses, hands wrapping around the backs of your thighs to settle you onto his lap. “Greedy little goddess, aren’t you? Taking whatever you want? Without so much as asking first?”

Everything is dark. Your mind is fuzzy. Your arms are sore, and your cunt is swollen and abused.

Yet hearing him speak to you keeps you grounded. Keeps you present. Tangled in the web of his dominance and infatuation as your pussy is rolled over his cock.

“Fine then,” he mumbles, and it’s sadistically amused. “You wanna use me? Then use me, Bee. Fucking use my cock to get yourself off. Ride me until your poor little legs give out, yeah? And then maybe I’ll let you come again.”

Without the use of your arms for balance, you feel a bit unsteady. Shaking slightly as one of his hands leaves your waist.

“Har,” you whisper quietly, subtly breaking the scene as if to look for assurance.

You feel him ghost through your arousal before he’s nudging himself back in, a bit gentler this time around.

Then, he takes hold of your body once more to keep you upright, thumbs stroking along your curves.

“You’re all right,” he says, keeping you both in the moment while simultaneously telling you everything you need to hear. “You’re gonna use me. Gonna be my good girl and make Daddy happy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you reply quickly. Automatically. Feeling safe in his strong touch.

With that, he begins rolling you forward, using his own strength to do most of the work.

Your heart races beneath your chest, skin sticky with sweat and sex as you drip down your thighs and onto his. You’re sensitive. Overwhelmed by the love and lust you have for the man you can’t even see.

And he feels so good. Twitching inside of you, hard and heavy. You can feel everything. Every fucking inch of him and a shudder travels over you as he lifts you up and pulls you back down.

“That’s it,” he grits. “Just like that, Bee—shit. God, wish you could see yourself, honey. Wish you could see the way you take me. You fucking take me so well. Like you were always meant to, yeah? Like you were always supposed to take my cock. Have my babies, give me everything.”

You careen forward, gasping so loud, your throat begins to ache. You’ve never heard him speak this way before. You didn’t even know he had a breeding kink. And you didn’t realize you had one either, considering your rather long history with your own anatomy.

But now, as he dangles the idea in front of you, you can’t help but indulge in it.

He hisses when he feels the way your body reacts to him, touch growing tighter as his thrusts become sloppy yet sharp.

“Oh, y’like that, don’t you, Bee?” He rolls you a bit faster. “Fucking like the idea of having my babies, don’t you? Want me to fill this cute, little belly with my kids, yeah? Get you nice and pregnant?”

Tears become caught in the blindfold, tongue going numb as the pleasure builds. As it races toward you like a runaway freight train.

“Who would’ve thought, hm?” he nearly growls, voice deep and thick with desire. “Really wanna play Mommy and Daddy, don’t you? Wanna see my come in this pretty pussy all goddamn day, yeah—”

The noise you make straddles the line between moan and wail, and your body slumps forward as the orgasm rips through every muscle.

He attempts to catch you, keep you steady and calm, but he’s close to his own. His rhythm is desperate and slightly uncoordinated. Rushed commands of, “Just like that. Come on, so fucking good, Bee. M’almost there. Good girl, good—”

It’s warm as it fills you. And even without being able to see, you know most of it is dripping from your cunt and down your legs.

Suddenly, you feel an emptiness where his hand used to be. Skin growing cold as you’re left to miss his touch.

But then, there’s a flick to the knot behind your head, and your eyes are met with the world around you.

You’re allowed only a moment to adjust to the light before you feel a pair of lips pressing to yours.

Him.

The kiss back is quick and feverish. His tongue in your mouth, his fingers back on your hips, his curls tickling your face.

“So fucking good, baby,” he whispers frantically. “Fucking hell. Don’t think it’s ever felt like that before.”

“I know,” you agree quietly, voice a little hoarse. “Felt so good, Daddy.”

He smirks against your cheek before pulling back to get a good look at you. Then, his palm slides beneath your jaw to guide your eyes down. “Look, baby girl. Look at how good you look right now, dripping in my come.”

You whimper when you see the collection of liquid between your bodies, the memory of his promise still lingering in your mind. Even if it’s not physically possible for your body to give him what he wants, you enjoy knowing that he’s keeping it inside you. That he wants to see his come settle inside your pussy for as long as he can.

His thumb begins to dance across your cheekbone in soft, delicate strokes until your focus flicks back up to his face.

It’s so beautiful when it’s slightly sweaty, little curls sticking to his forehead, lips swollen and so very pink.

He’s everything.

“You doin’ okay, my love?” His question is gentle. As if cocooned by a cloud. “Know that was a little rougher than normal.”

You nod before nuzzling yourself into his hand, lashes fluttering shut. “So okay, Daddy.”

He grins again before his amusement seems to disappear into concern. “Baby…you know Daddy was just playing, yeah? Know that there’s nobody better than you.”

For a moment, you’re left to wonder what he means until her name rings through your mind:

Tina.

You nod again as he reaches for the locks around your wrist to flick them free, releasing your hands.

And the moment you have your previous mobility, you fling your arms around his neck and bury yourself into his chest.

“I know, Daddy,” you whisper, reveling in the feel of his cheek against the crown of your head. “Know you love me.”

“I do,” he breathes, and it’s so sure. “Fucking love you, Bee. And I’m so proud of you. So proud to have you as my girl. My good fucking girl.”

Your smile is tired but your heart has never felt so full.

He holds you to him for hours. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you eventually fall asleep.

And throughout every dream, one constant:

Him.

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~ Guide Me*

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~ Lead Me*

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lethalchiralium · 8 months

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hi there, i was thinking about Simon helping missus postpartum with mellie and its melting my heart. staying up with mellie so missus can get proper sleep, always insisting on getting up in the night when mellie cried so she could stay in bed. I don't remember how old mellie was when Simon came back from deployment, but if missus was still in pain, maybe helping her take baths and just treating her like an absolute princess. ❤️🥹

i will say i have written some of that in A Little More and it’s second part, but i’ll add a little more cause you asked so nicely 🥹🫶

happiness canon!

“Little love, it’s okay.”

The little two month old cooed softly as Simon gently placed her in her bassinet, hand settled on the wall of it. Little Mellie’s eyes couldn’t stay open after being fed, changed, and cuddled - her arms resting on her chest as her eyes finally fluttered closed. Simon sighed, keeping his hand where he had set it to refrain from gently petting her head. He’s been home for less than two days, he can’t know how his new daughter operates in such little time. But, in Riley fashion, she was out like a light - just like her sister.

Sister. The word usually meant nothing to him, but now it meant so much. His daughter finally got what she had been asking for - a sister. And he got a chance to have a little baby again, a little creature to care for. He couldn’t lie, he missed Winnie being the size of his forearm, but nothing compared to the smart little girl who was asleep just two doors down the hallway. The afternoon had just begun, he was bone-tired but he was adamant about not showing it. You must have had a difficult time juggling Winnie while being pregnant, then Winnie and Mellie.

His heart filled with happiness at the mention of their names. Winnie and Mellie. Winter and Melody Riley. They would be unstoppable, Simon was sure of it.

He turned away as soon as his baby’s breathing began to calm, eyes staying closed, and her little feet twitched - something Winnie did at that age. The air in his bedroom was comfortable, his daughter slumbered soundly as he made cautious steps towards the bathroom. His hand splayed against the wood, pushing it open to reveal you - sitting in the tub, filled up to your collarbone in hot water. He had tied your hair up into a bun earlier when you complained about your shoulders aching, he filled up your tub only twenty minutes ago when you told him about the constant back pain you got from your pregnancy.

“Get her down alright?” You asked, head settled on the back of the tub, eyes closed.

Simon pulled his shirt up and over his head. “She’s fine. Out like a light.” He tugged down his sweatpants and boxers, kicking them both off before he made his way to the tub. “Scoot.”

You didn’t even open your eyes as you moved forwards, allowing him space to sit behind you. He instantly moved to get in. The water was too hot for him to feel comfortable but he wouldn’t say a thing; he slid into the tub behind you, his hands gliding down your sides to settle on your hips. His lips placed a kiss to your ear before he spoke gently, “What do you want for dinner?”

You instantly relaxed back into him, head lolling into his neck. “Whatever you want.”

He frowned, hands slowly massaging your hips and moving towards your back. “That’s not how this works, love. What do you want for dinner?”

“I’ll find something.”

“You’re not eatin’ enough, love.” He kissed your neck, thumbs pressing circles into your lower back. “Don’t want you to get sick.”

You pressed your face into his neck, a groan of appreciation rumbled from your throat. Your hands found his legs under the water, squeezing them a little - he kissed your hairline. “Then can we just order in?”

“That’ll be perfect.”

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sc0tters · 8 months

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Hotel Room | Luca Fantilli

summary: when your short dress, sexual tension and lots of booze all come together in one night it leads to a new milestone in your situationship.

request: sort of?

warnings: mature themes, p in v (unprotected), fingering, swearing, use of slut twice?

word count: 4.18k

authors note: let’s first take a moment to thank @hischierhaze and @thatintrovertedwriter for letting me make this ask into a full piece! Didn’t love this piece but I was so excited to write it that I use pushed it out, so sorry if its shit but I eventually liked how it ended.

Tonight was meant to be all about Adam.

Key word: meant to.

It was of course the draft night and Adam had two of his favourite people there, his brother and his best friend.

You adored both brothers, you spent your freshman year in the dorm across the hall from theirs and had more than half of your classes with Adam.

Luca to begin with seemed to put up with you letting Adam take the front wheel in forming a friendship with you. Or at least that was until a big win against Michigan State lead to a massive party that the seniors hosted.

Your mind was high as the buzz you felt from the alcohol that you had drank was still having an effect on you “hi baby,” you cooed smiling as you found Luca stood by himself.

The boy looked up shoving his phone back into his pocket “you played so well.” Your voice was slurred as your hands went to his hair “did I now?” Luca smiled seeing your cheeks turn pink when his fingers hooked under your jaw.

You knew that your body had craved him “looked so fucking hot getting in that guys face.” You confessed feeling your skin grow warm.

Luca let his thumb rub against your cheek as he felt his cock grow hard in his shorts “you’re looking so pretty tonight.” He mumbled hearing the door to the bathroom open “I wanna kiss you baby.” The hockey player added letting you hear how he felt about you.

A smile formed on your lips “what are you waiting for then?” You asked furrowing your brows as he pulled you into the now empty bathroom “know I’m gonna want more than just that.” Luca explained shutting the door behind you as your back hit the wall.

His fingers danced along your jaw “took you long enough to find me.” Lucas voice was low as his breath fanned against your neck “didn’t know you wanted to be found.” You mumbled feeling your heart pound out of your chest as his lips hovered over yours.

Before you could say another word it seemed like Luca was done toeing the line of liking his brothers best friend as he captured your lips in a kiss. It was messy as his teeth clashed against yours letting the taste of the drinks that you had each drank mix together “mhm,” you moaned feeling his teeth sink into yours.

It made him pull away as he looked at you “got my lipstick all over you.” You giggled seeing the lipstick on his face.

Luca smiled letting his fingers go against your thigh as he felt grateful that you were in a dress “‘s worth it when I’ve got a pretty girl like you in front of me baby.” His words had you rolling your eyes as you guided his hand closer to your panties “please Lu,” you begged pushing your head against the wall.

Tonight Luca wasn’t in the mood to tease you, he wanted you and he wanted you now “you’re so fucking soaked baby.” Luca groaned letting his fingers tease your clit as he felt the wet patch that had formed on your panties.

Your eyes fluttered at the feeling “just want to make you feel so good.” His voice rang through your ears as your dress bunched at your hips “you will, of course you will.” The desperation in your voice was clear as he pulled your panties to the side letting his fingers thrust into your pussy.

It made the hockey player smile how responsive your body was to him “wanna kiss you,” you blurted out pulling his face from your neck to your face as he stared at you.

When he didn’t do anything and just watched your face contort in pleasure to the feeling of his fingers your lips turned to a pout “please.” You begged letting out a whine as Luca pulled your leg around his waist with his free hand “like it when you beg.” The hockey player smiled letting his nose hit yours before he kissed you.

His fingers began to do this scissor like motion as he increased his pace that he finger tucked you “don’t stop,” you whined until you heard a knock at the door.

Luca placed his hand over your mouth “Luca you in there?” Adam asked slightly slurring his words.

It made you instantly tense up which unfortunately for you Luca took it as the chance to make his thrusts even faster “yeah.” The hockey player looked at you to make sure you stayed quiet “you know where y/n is?” Adams question made you almost feel guilty.

You didn’t have enough chance to dwell on that thought “I might have some ideas.” Now you wanted to hit the older Fantilli boy.

His comment had you sending him a glare “well I’m gonna go find her!” Adam clearly hadn’t heard his brothers comment as he walked off.

The moment Adam left you had reached your high “shit Luca!”

Moans were now given the chance to leave your lips as he brought you through your orgasm “don’t need Adam hearing how pretty you sound princess.” Luca smiled kissing your lips.

All you knew was that this couldn’t be the last time you had him.

Over the next few months that was as far as you two got and it was like the universe hated you. Nine times out of ten you were cock blocked by Adam and in that other one time you’d get interrupted by Luca’s practice times.

You had grown frustrated since as good as Luca was with his fingers and his mouth, you felt like you were the weirdest fuck buddy relationship there was.

So when Adam invited you to accompany him to the draft you knew you were picking your dress for Luca.

Sure it sounded stupid but you smiled to yourself as you applied your lipstick in the mirror of the hotel suite since you had been kicked out of the bathroom by the older Fantilli boy who needed to get ready himself.

The reason why he was now talking so long was because he had been dealing with the same thoughts that you had “we gotta go dude!” Adam groaned joining you on the couch.

He rested his head on your shoulder smiling as you ran your fingers through his hair “sorry about that,” Luca apologised hoping that his boner was not noticeable.

But of course you did. Despite the fact that you hadn’t actually slept with him yet, you still knew what a boner in his pants looked like.

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip noticing it as your eyes trailed up his lost locking with his “was that intentional?” Adam asked motioning to fact that your dress matched his brothers tie.

Luca wanted to suffocate his brother for making him look at your outfit again. The blue body con dress complimented your skin “nope,” he shook his head smiling in your direction as he ignored the way his pants felt like they were testing its zipper as his cock grew even harder.

Adam had to be stupid the way he didn’t pick up on way your eyes never left the older Fantilli’s until he held his hand out to you to help you up “look at how cute you three look!” Julia gushed as she walked out to see the three of you stood up.

You smiled wrapping your arms around both boys “I think it is all them.” You joked giving Luca’s side a squeeze smiling up at him.

This was going to be a long night for both of you.

Sitting through the draft felt torturous, Luca continued to steal glances from you behind Adams head until the younger boy had been drafted. Somehow from that moment your cheeks grew hot as Luca moved into the seat next to you.

Your mind began to regret wearing a dress with a slit when Luca’s fingers found their home just below that slit “don’t tease me,” you mumbled watching the sixth draft pick walk onto the stage.

In all honesty you found the draft boring but you had only gone for Adam and now Luca was keeping you entertained “think you deserve this wearing a dress like that.” Luca grumbled trancing what looked like innocent shapes as his hand occasionally dropped beneath the fabric of your dress.

You frowned innocently trying to hide the amused way you felt “wore it for you,” you confessed running your fingers along the neck line of your dress.

Luca groaned at the sight “you okay Lu?” Julia asked turning her attention to her son who turned a bright shade of pink.

It gave you the opportunity to play the game of revenge, Luca had been riling you up letting his fingers run up your thigh teasing your dresses slit.

So you put on your best smile as you turned to his mother but not before you placed your hand on his thigh “he’s just so excited to see Adam after all this.” You explained letting your hand quickly move up his thigh “isn’t he just the sweetest?” Julia loved having conversations with you as she continued to talk to about different topics in between the draft picks.

But that didn’t mean that your hand didn’t continue to move up his thigh until it eventually brushed over his cock “don’t you dare,” Luca whispered into your ear as you retracted your hand.

Luca’s gripped at your wrist with his knuckles turning white “let’s to see Adam,” Giuliano smiled watching you stick your tongue out at his oldest son.

As you got up Luca was quick to follow you “don’t you fucking move from in front of me baby.” Luca warned placing his hands on your hips.

His cock hit your ass making you giggle “poor boy couldn’t take what he handed to me?” You asked slowly following behind his parents as you made sure they couldn’t hear what you two spoke about.

He muttered something inaudible under his breath “just behave tonight please?” It almost sounded like the hockey player was begging as he pressed a kiss to your neck.

You smiled running your hands over his “no promises Fantilli.” Now that was what Luca really didn’t want to hear.

At least two hours had passed when you were now singing along to Taylor Swift with Adam as you were both drunk out of your mind on the champagne that his parents continued to supply to the friends that Adam had “fuck I’m gonna miss you.” Adam confessed as the song ended when he pulled you into a hug.

This was the first moment since you were in the hotel room that you really got a chance to just talk to him “I can come visit in the long weekends?” You proposed rubbing his back totally unaware of boy who watched on from his bar stool.

Adam finally had the pieces falling into place as he picked up on what was happening between his brother and you “I’m gonna let you go.” Adam sighed smirking at his brother.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you turned around to see what he was looking at “oh,” you smiled Luca when your eyes locked with his.

The younger Fantilli brother pushed your body in his direction “go have fun.” The blue jackets player ordered as you turned around to him with a grin “I think you’re my favourite person on this earth.” You announced sending him an air kiss as you listened to his request.

Luca met you half way as his favourite song began blaring through the speakers “I think the world finally wants to be on our side.” His voice was soft as he held his hand out for you to grab.

A giggle fell from your lips “bout time huh?” You called out pulling him onto the dance floor.

Everyone remained unaware of what went on between you two as they were far to focused on their conversations “fucking love this dress on you baby,” Luca confessed feeling all of those thoughts go back to his cock as he stared at your ass.

You smiled as you stopped causing him to walk straight into your back “feels as good as it looks doesn’t it?” You asked not missing the gasp that left his lips as his cock rubbed against the fabric of his suit pants “fuck baby,” Luca gasped letting his head land on your shoulder.

Part of you was close to feeling bad for him in that moment “not liking that?” You pouted letting your ass rub up against his pants.

The hockey player didn’t seem to find it nearly as amusing as you did “we gotta get out of here.” His hands grabbed at your waist stopping your ass from moving again.

That was when you felt like you might have gone too far “I didn’t mean to upset you.” You frowned being honest as you spun around to face him.

He smiled shaking his head “we gotta leave cause I don’t think you want me fucking you in front of all of these people.” Luca explained tilting your chin up to look at him.

Relief was quick to wash over your face and was soon after replaced with this sense of horniness “why are we still stood here then?” Your neediness made him laugh as he let you pull him towards the exit “gonna tell them you had to help me fix my tie.” Luca mumbled watching the elevator doors shut behind you two.

His arms were quick to wrap around you “think you’re gonna need more than fifteen minutes then.” You pointed out letting out a giggle when he sent you a glare “all I’m gonna need is five minutes to make you see the stars.” Luca let his breath warm the shell of your ear as you gasp feeling his lips kiss at your neck not stopping until you got to the floor your room was on.

The doors opened with a ding finally making Luca pull away from you as he looked at you with a toothy grin “c’mon baby,” he interlocked his fingers with yours as he walked the two of you out of the elevator and to the suite “been thinking about this for months.” You confessed causing him to walk backwards instead as he pecked your lips.

You were honestly surprised that you two made it into his room because the second the door shut behind you your body was pressed up against it “wanted to do that all night.” Luca let out a guttural sigh as his hand ran up the front of your dress finally stopping as his fingers wrapped around the sides of your neck.

It made you feel hot as he stared you down “you’re on the clock Fantilli,” you mumbled words that were barely clear to him but it still ended with his lips on yours. This was different to your usual make-out sessions as there was intent this time, you could both feel it as your tongues fought with his only winning when he used his free hand to rub against your panties.

A groan left your lips giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth “shit baby,” Luca grumbled letting his head fall back “you’re so fucking wet right now baby wow.” He pointed out nipping at your lips in these short little bursts making you frustrated as you felt his fingers continue rubbing your clit over the fabric of your panties.

You began to fall into this feeling of bliss as his fingers slowed the blood flow to your brain but you still needed more “just fuck me already,” you begged letting out a whine.

The hockey player engulfed your lips in a kiss as he was starting to feel like it was his drug “well when you ask so nicely.” With that his fingers pulled your panties to the side as his fingers thrusted inside of you.

His grip around your neck tightened “like that don’t you?” Luca asked feeling his cock ache at the sound of squelching as your pussy clenched around his fingers.

Luca smiled seeing you nod “making me feel so good.” You cooed pulling the straps of your dress down so you could cup your breasts “naughty girl not wearing your bra,” Luca clicked his tongue as he lowered his head to wrap his lips around your nipple.

Your eyes screwed shut “saw you looking at them all night.” Each time another boy spoke to you Luca’s hand was around your waist and when someone wasn’t talking to you his eyes played hide’n’seek with the chest line of your dress “looked so fucking good and I couldn’t even touch you.” His words had you reaching out to palm his cock.

In that moment Luca’s whole body tense up as his thighs clenched together “I gotta fuck you baby.” Luca confessed retracting his fingers from your pussy.

He smiled as you placed your hands on his cheeks “bout time,” you muttered kissing his lips.

The hockey player swore that the world was against him when he opened his wallet to see that he didn’t have a condom “fuck!” Luca groaned throwing his wallet on the floor.

It didn’t take you long to figure out where his frustration was coming from “I’m on the pill,” you blurted out taking him by surprise “you enjoy getting fucked raw?” His comment was meant to be a joke as you giggled.

You watched him unbuckle his belt as you hooked your fingers in your panties pulling them down as they hit your feet “you’d be the first,” you confessed making him smile.

His cock hit his torso making your mouth water “won’t make you wait,” Luca shook his head kissing your lips as his cock teased your clit “fuck!” You whimpered feeling his cock slide into your pussy.

Luca gave you a moment to adjust to his size as your eyes fluttered “just move please,” you begged tapping his arm that went back to your throat.

Now you’d never say it out loud but Luca was by far the biggest guy you had ever been with “this pussy was made for me.” He groaned wrapping your leg around his waist so he could reach a deeper angle.

His strokes started off deep and slow “stop fucking me like an old man.” You complained hating how he barely brushed your clit.

The hockey player scoffed “that mouth is going to get you into trouble baby.” He warned letting his teeth sink into your neck as he was sure to leave a mark.

Those once slow thrusts became quicker somehow not losing any length as the warmth of your pussy made him swear that he was in heaven “shit!” You yelled head hitting the door as your nails dug into his arm.

Your breasts bounced with each thrust and the moans that fell from your lips were each sounds of encouragement for Luca to get you to your high “don’t stop,” you gasped locking your fingers in his hair.

When Luca felt the way your pussy hugged each part of him he truly wondered why he hadn’t done this sooner “keep squeezed my cock like that and I’m gonna come.” His words were meant to be a warning but you took it like a challenge making sure to clench around him as you smirked.

What you didn’t think would happen was that he’d slide out of you pushing your leg to the ground. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him “bad girls get fucked differently to good girls.” Luca mumbled bunching your dress around your torso before he began undoing his tie “you trust me?” He asked being serious for a second.

You nodded as you saw the tie that he was now clutching “only good girls get to see.” Luca’s words sent chills down your spine as he wrapped his tie over your eyes like a blindfold “safe word is red baby.” He kissed your neck as he spun you around letting your hands go flat against the door.

Excitement filled your belly as you felt his cock go over your clit “please Lu,” you begged with your head falling back as his cock went back inside of your pussy.

His hand found it’s now home around your neck “ready to behave?” Luca let his breath fan against the back of your neck. His cock seemed to enjoy the new angle as he continued to hit your g-spot “going to need an answer princess.” The hockey player kissed your temple forcing your head against his shoulder.

Luca got the chance to fuck you like he wanted to. During all of those make out sessions and eating you out all he wanted was for you to come to his cock, not to his fingers, his mouth or even his thigh.

The sounds of grunts and moans mixed with the sounds of skin slapping as it bounced off of the walls of the room and probably would have been heard from the rest of the suite “I’ll be a good girl for you.” You voice was broken as you whimpered “I promise Luca I will.” Your head went forward as your legs began to shake “won’t make you beg princess.” Luca smirked as he gathered all of your hair in his other hand.

You groaned as your senses were heighten now that you had your sight taken away from you “please don’t stop,” you begged surprised that you were still stood up right.

Luca grunted as his grip around your neck tightened “you enjoying this my little slut?” Your jaw went slack as your pussy clenched around his cock at the name.

When you didn’t respond he pulled you closer to him by your hair “when I talk to you, you need to respond.” Luca’s warning was only met with a moan “you’re my little dumb cock slut are you baby?” He cooed groaning at how you felt around him.

All while he felt you clenching your already tight pussy his orgasm was quickly approaching as he almost grew drunk at the feeling of you wrapped around him “‘m your cock hungry girl Lu only yours.” Your legs were now fully shaking as you were held up by his hand squeezed your throat.

Your body twitched as you let out a cry “when you want to come you ask for it!” Luca warned making you only want to come more “please let me come,” you begged wishing that you could see his face.

Luca shook his head “need you to beg for it baby.” If he didn’t think you were so close he would have had his finger against your clit.

You whined hearing that “please Lu,” you gasped trying hug to focus “let me come and I’ll be your good girl I promise.” You were proud that you actually got these words out as your whole body began to shake.

The hockey player let out a low chuckle “let it go baby,” the second he placed a kiss on the shell of your ear you came.

Your body shuddered as your pussy strangled his cock causing his own orgasm to arrive as he fucked you through yours “Lu please,” you cried reaching back to clutch at his chest.

Luca groaned feeling his cock slide out of you “let me see your pretty little face.” His voice was soft as he reached up to pull at his tie causing the fabric to fall to your neck.

It was weird giving you the time to let your eyes adjust to the light as the blood flow went back to your brain “you okay?” Luca asked cupping your cheek as he pecked your lips.

Before you got the chance to respond your phone started buzzing.

Adamo 😜: when you and Luca are done could you like come back down?

Adamo 😜: my mom wants to know where you are

You laughed at the messages turning your phone around for Luca to see the texts “think we could squeeze in round two?” Luca proposed seeing you reach down to grab your panties “shit baby,” he groaned seeing his come drip out of your pussy.

A smile formed on your face as you pulled your panties up “we’ve gotta go Lu,” you sighed shaking your head as you threw his shirt at him.

The sight of your messy hair alone made him smirk “you might want to fix that first.” Luca pointed to your hair as half of your curls had now dropped.

Your eyes went wide as you saw yourself in the mirror of his room “you ruined my makeup you dick!” You groaned seeing how your lipstick was now everywhere but your lips “yeah but you just had the best fuck of your life so it’s worth it.” Luca smiled pinching your chin before he kissed you.

Definitely worth it.

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scekrex · 1 month

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Found another one hidden behind the cobwebs of my mind :D This time a prompt though, a smutty prompt 😏

Cowboy hat rule but Adam's exterminator mask. Reader being genuinely curious what it looks like inside and how does he see with it on his head, just putting it on while Adam was taking a shower or smth and looked in the mirror, thinking that it looked quite fucking awesome on him. He didn't realise though that Adam got out of shower and now was staring at him, dick absolutely hard seeing his husband wearing his mask that he goes to kill demons in and decides that since he wanted to wear his mask so badly, he's going to fuck him in it. Mask rule instead of the hat rule. Wear the mask, ride the masked man 🤠

Yeeehaw, might try that rule with ya 🤠😏

Ayo that a promise babes? Might take you up on that xoxo also Adam wasn't riding reader here but he made up for it

In Desire We Trust

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, anal sex, blowjobs, slapping, insulting (kinda?) unprotected & unprepared sex

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam had been in the bathroom for quite a while now, he had locked the door about half an hour ago with the info, that he was going to take a quick shower.

And ever since he had left his exterminator mask on the little coffee table in your living room your fingers were tickling to touch it, to put it on and figure out how it worked, because how the fuck did it work? You had been denying yourself that bit of information for far too long so you simply reached out and grabbed it. It looked… interesting. It was dark inside, but you couldn't spot any wires, that was for sure.

With curiosity rushing through your body you stepped over to the full body mirror that was hanging on the wall and put the mask on, eager to find out how the first man was able to see through this thing at all. Once the mask sat on your head comfortably, it immediately mimicked your facial expressions. Holy fuck was that thing accurate. You watched how every little movement was on display on the mask’s digital face and you were absolutely mesmerized by it.

Too caught up by how amazing this thing was, you didn't notice Adam leaving the bathroom. The first man was as naked as he had been back in Eden and the sight of you wearing his mask made him pop an instant boner because holy fucking shit, that thing looked absolutely glorious on you, it was something he wasn't used to at all, but that made it even better. The towel that had hung over his shoulder was dropped as he stepped up behind you.

A small surprised yelp escaped you as his naked arms wrapped around your body, his hands pressed against your chest to bring your back flush against his own chest. His hard dick was grinding firmly against your ass as one hand moved up to your neck. It forced you to tilt your head upwards. Through the mirror in front of you you glanced up at him, the mask mimicking your expression perfectly. “Fuck you look good wearing that mask,” he murmured as he watched your body react in the mirror, no need to look down at you when the mirror showed your body so fucking perfectly. You hummed at that, a wicked grin appeared on the LED screen. “Of course I fucking do,” you cockily responded, your ass moved in synch with his dick which drew pretty sounding gasps from the tall man behind you. “Wanna bend you over, grab you by the horns ‘n’ fuck you,” his voice was dripping from lust and the twitch that went through his dick only underlined his words. You liked that thought, very much so.

“Then fucking do it, coward.”

Oh and Adam was on it in an instant, the hand around your throat tightened a little as his other hand slid inside your pants to wrap around your dick, a moan fell from your lips as your eyes fell shut in pleasure and your body started to chase the friction Adam was providing. You had given the first man a challenge and Adam was no one to chicken out or back down, especially when it came to fucking your brains out. “You never fucking learn it, babes,” he purred in sheer delight at your reaction, a sharp grin on his lips as he watched the expression on the mask change. Your mouth was slightly agape, your eyes still closed and your eyebrows were raised. “Always so fucking cocky only to moan my name like the fucking whore you are moments later,” the hand that was stroking your dick slowed down before he withdrew his hand entirely from your erection. A shudder ran through your body.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here so that you can see how fucking godly you look while I fuck your brains out,” he hummed in your ear and you watched his eyes which were focused on your lips. Oh dear lord how you wanted to hold him accountable to his words, how you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you braindead. The hand that had been stroking your dick grabbed a hold of one of the horns that were attached to the mask and while the thing would definitely need some deep cleaning later, Adam couldn't bring himself to care in the slightest at that moment, he was too focused on your body's reaction to his own. He firmly pulled the horn backwards which resulted in the back of the mask hitting his chest harshly, the brunette didn't seem to mind though given the chuckle he let out as a comment to the whimper that fell from your lips at the sudden movement. “Y’know I might get you your own,” his finger tapped the horn as if he was actually thinking about it. But before you could comment or even react to that the LED face of the mask mirrored your surprised expression as Adam yanked your pants down, your underwear was quick to follow. “Color?” the first man asked to check in on you - a thing you had talked about at the beginning of your relationship, right after figuring out each other's kinks. Consent was key and therefore consent was fucking hot. “Green,” you breathed out heavily as you kicked off your shoes and stepped out of the fabric that had been covering your lower body half just moments ago, leaving you in nothing but a band shirt you had stolen from Adam years ago. Your hands reached for the hem of the shirt in order to remove it but Adam stopped you, the hand on the horn catched both of your wrists easily and held them high above your head to prevent you from undressing yourself fully. “You stay like that. Only wearing my fucking shit,” oh and how he loved that thought, how he was able to drown in it even, you only dressed in things that belonged to him and him alone, just like you did. “Possessive, aren't we?” you teased the taller man behind you and earned yourself a squeeze on your throat for that comment, it had still been worth it. “Oh you fucking know it,” he simply responded.

His hand that had been wrapped around your throat the entire time finally let go and you inhaled deeply, dear god, how sweet air could taste. Instead he placed his large palm on your shoulder and forced you to bend over, your hands braced against the mirror to steady your body as soon as Adam released them and the LED face of the mask started to glitch a little with how many emotions were on your face. Adam noticed and decided spontaneously to find out how big the glitches could get. The free hand slapped your ass firmly, causing you to yelp in pain. Through the mirror you saw a hint of concern appear in his eyes and you were quick to assure him you were okay by grinding your naked ass against his erection.

While your own was painfully hard and arched for attention, you had learned to be patient, at least sometimes. He applied a little pressure onto your shoulder, “Stay.” A nod from you seemed to be enough confirmation for now because both of his hands grabbed your ass cheeks and spread them. He appeared eager today because there was neither preparation physically nor magically as you felt the tip of his dick brush against your hole, a shudder went through your body and a whimper fell from your lips. “Fuck, Adam,” you moaned as the LED face that the man was seeing displayed lust, nothing but pure lust that was underlined by glitches, “I can fucking take it.”

And that had seemed to be what he had wanted to hear because once the words had crossed your lips, he was slowly pushing his hips forwards, burying himself inside of you. A devine moan fell from Adam's lips at the sight and he couldn't help but stare. At you wearing his mask, at him sliding inside of you, spreading your insides in the nicest way possible. “Fucking right,” you growled through clenched teeth with a smirk on your lips, “Moan for me, bitch.” Adam hasn't expected such a comment from you and couldn't help it when his head fell backwards and another holy moan fell from his soft, tempting lips. Oh fuck, the things your words did to him.

A whine of your name escaped him and his hands moved from your ass to the horns of his mask, he pulled on them harshly, clearly filled with excitement, lust and loss of control. Within a blink your back was pressed flush against his chest again as his dick finally bottomed out inside of you, a delightful hum was what Adam got in return. You were biting your lip to keep yourself as quiet as possible, the first man clearly didn't like it, “Stop that fucking shit and moan for me you whore.” You couldn't stop the bitchy reply, “Yeah well if you'd fuck me properly I would be screaming your name already.” Adam stopped in his tracks for a second and looked at you perplexed through the mirror. Fuck. Had you overstepped? Had it been too much?

But then his grip shifted yet again, one hand found its spot on your hip bone, his grip hard enough to leave bruises while the other came up to your throat yet again. He leaned down a little, his chin now resting on the mask's horns as he spoke, “You bratty little fucker better shut your fucking mouth.” And without a warning his hips started to move, not softly like he would have done if you had just shut up, no, his pace was bruising, hard and rough yet quick at the same time. It physically knocked the air out of your lungs and when the first dick to ever be created finally found your sweet spot and penetrated it again and again and again, you knew you were done for, you knew you lost the fight for dominance, not that there had ever been a serious competition. “Adam,” you moaned as your hands reached behind you, grabbing his hips hard and digging your nails into his skin to keep him close. “Fuck-” your eyes fell shut and your head fell back against his solid chest. Fuck was truly the only proper word to describe how you felt. “Adam please,” you whined because despite being needy and despite having a painfully hard erection, you knew better than to simply touch yourself. You had already been playing with fire earlier and you really wanted to cum, so you weren't willing to take yet another risk. “Fucking touch me already,” you begged the first man and Adam truly never could get enough of you begging for him, no matter what it was about. But you begging for his hand to pleasure you was surely one of the things he liked the most. “Be fucking patient and I'll blow you,” he snarled as his balls slapped against your ass again, again, again.

The thought of Adam's lips around your dick made you feel lightheaded - well to be honest the entire situation made you feel lightheaded, especially with the mask covering your face. It wasn't exactly hard to breathe underneath it, quite the opposite actually, yet it felt like there wasn't enough air to pump through your body to keep up with what was happening. “C’mon babes, say it,” he underlined his words with an extra harsh thrust. You gasped in surprise as you gripped his hips even harder, your knees started to weaken and your legs were trembling as you watched him through the mirror. His eyes looked hazy, clouded by lust and love for you and only you, the expression on his face was fucked out and the mask was showing you that your expression was quite similar to his.

“Adam-” “No. Fucking say it,” his eyes darkened a little and oh how you loved it when they did that during sex, your hips thrusted up into nothing, desperately seeking friction. “For fucks sake,” you cussed at him, “I’m not calling you Dickmaster.” The annoyance was visible on the LED face and Adam's lips stretched into a wide, toothy grin, “You just fucking did,” his voice dropped an octave as he continued, “And you're gonna be my good fucking boy and do it again. Seriously this time.” And oh that voice of his shattered every little bit of pride you had stored up inside of you and you felt your knees giving out underneath you. Adam's arm was quick to wrap around you, to prevent you from falling. “Fucking admit it.” “Dickmaster,” you whispered as you tried to control your breathing a little, it was hellish hot underneath that fucking mask and your few was fogged so you barely saw anything. However you felt Adam's body react to your words - well to your word rather. “One more time, speak the fuck up, I want those bitches next door to know who's fucking your brains out.” Your grip on Adam's hips tightened yet again to keep you up on your legs even though that wasn't really necessary considering that he was holding you up, but the little stutter of his hips it earned you made it worth it. “Fucking Dickmaster,” you cried out as his dick hit your prostate extra hard.

Your hands came up to rip the mask off your head but once again the first man stopped you in your tracks, “The mask stays fucking on, babes.” A whine of his name was your answer to his demand and for a second his mind seemed to clear up because the grip on your wrists loosened and his eyes met yours in the mirror. “Color?” Oh how you adored it when he asked for consent and checked on you while also fucking you senseless, because while is face looked concerned, his thrusts didn't slow down in the slightest. “Green.” And with that he pushed your hands away from the mask.

“Gonna fucking paint your insides,” he mumbled once his attention had been shifted back to what you were doing. “Fuck, please-” you wanted that, wanted him to mark you up and paint you in white liquid. His hand still didn't move to touch you, not even when he groaned that he was close and you just took it. He had promised you a blowjob after all and you weren't gonna miss out on that.

And then he buried himself deep down inside of you, his nails dug into your hips as his orgasm knocked the air out of his lungs and his energy drained rapidly. He fucked the sticky liquid as deep in as physically possible, your name on his lips as he covered your insides in his cum.

Once his breathing slowed down again and the clouds that had covered his eyes lifted, he pulled out, grinning at your whine at the emptiness you were met with. “Adam,” you begged with need in your eyes, the emotion strong enough to make Adam's mask glitch, more extreme than it had been before and then the yellow LED face disappeared and Adam was met with a blank screen as he spun you around in his arms to face you.

Adam pushed you backwards until your back was pressed against cold glass, you let out a hiss at the unpleasant feeling as cum streamed down your legs. But Adam didn't care. He dropped to his knees within a heartbeat and without giving you the slightest bit of a warning, his mouth opened and his soft lips wrapped around your angry red erection.

The first man was quick to remove the mask from your head and toss it aside, that was a problem for later.

Oh what a relief the heat of Adam's mouth was, you knew it wouldn't take you long, that there was no chance you could last and still you grabbed a fistful of Adam's hair and fucked his throat harshly. The sin of lust had taken over your body completely and everything you did was because your body screamed at you to do it. But Adam let you. He let you fuck his throat, for fucks sake he moaned around your dick in the most delicious way possible, sending vibrations through your body. And that was all you needed. That simple little stimulation sent you over the edge and you couldn't bring your body to pull out of his mouth or give him a warning at least. A loud, throaty moan of his name erupted from your lips and your head hit against the cold glass behind you as you came down Adam's throat.

And he swallowed it all, of fucking course he did. Show off. He made sure your dick was all clean when he got up and whipped his mouth with the back of his hand, a proud grin on his lips. “Now that's my good boy,” he hummed, sounding just as proud as he looked, before leaning down and catching your lips in a much softer kiss. It tasted bitter and salty, your cum still on his tongue. His tongue that had just entered your mouth. Yet you moaned into the kiss, pushed yourself away from the mirror and against his hot body.

“Looks like you showered for nothing,” and while you tried to sound disappointed, Adam caught onto what you were implying immediately. “Mhm, seems like we have to take one together, can't fucking leave you all messy, babes.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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@forestshadow-wolf @myriadblvck Thanks for letting be borrow your thoughts. Have this!

The boys are back in Las Almas to celebrate taking down Hassan. Soap can't help but compare drunk Ghost to a dog.

Alejandro ordered everyone their third margarita of the night. Gaz and Price groaned, Soap laughed. Several Vaqueros filtered away from the booth they were in, as Rudy threw his hands up. "Lightweights!" He called out to his men.

Ghost was in the middle of the booth, he'd wanted a view of the rest of the room, paranoid about what may be lurking, about who could sneak up on them. Soap had watched his paranoia ebb as the tequila sank in. He had his arms crossed, practically laying on the table with his head chin resting on them. His eyes were closed but Soap could see him smile whenever someone, usually soap himself, made a shitty joke. He'd not rolled his mask back down and Soap was not about to be the one to remind him.

Soap was sat on the edge, thankfully. If he was to drink another enormous margarita, he needed to empty his bladder. He got up, excusing himself to the loo quietly, and had taken two steps when he heard glasses clatter and the table screech across the floor.

He whipped around to see Ghost, on his feet, hands braced on the table that was now a solid half a meter from where it had been, and breathing heavily. His wide eyes darted around the room, then up and down John.

The others at the table were trying to calm him. "Easy, hermano." "Ghost? Breathe mate." "Phantasma..." "woah, Simon? You good son?" Ghost didn't even spare the other men a glance.

"Sorry Ghostie, didnae mean to spook ya." Soap tried to placate the man as well. A joke oughtta do the trick. "Just gotta take a leak. I'll be right back.

He expected things to go one of a couple different ways. Ghost could sit back down, be bashful after his outburst. He could pull the table back, make a joke. He could flip Soap the bird and harass him for ruining his nap.

What he did not expect was for Ghost to tilt his head like a confused mutt, and then plant his boot on the table to climb over.

"Mierda!" "Shit!" "Fucken hell!" "Ghost!" The men still at the table scrambled to steady the table, to keep it from flipping as the enormous man clambered up, over, and then back off the table. He came to a stop directly next to Soap, eyes hazy and drooping from the drink, looking for all the world like a puppy that was being left behind.

"Okay." Soap ran a hand down his own face. The bartender was surely not going to be happy about the abuse his table had just taken. "Ye need to pee too then. Coming?" Poor guy was still breathing heavily. Soap watched him clench his jaw tightly, his Adam's apple bounced as he swallowed. He nodded, just once. "Right." Soap turned, and could feel the oppressive shadow looming over him as they made their way to the bathroom at the back of the bar.

He wasn't exactly in the mood for a quick fuck, but he wouldn't say no to Ghost. A small part of him had wished their first little tryst would be something more intimate though, than a hasty nut in a dingy bathroom stall. But that's what he got for falling for the Ghost, he supposed. A cold, rough, efficient man. He'd take what he could get.

Soap walked up to the urinal, Ghost practically blanketing him, and had to push the other man back with a hand on his chest. "Ah really need to pee first, Ghost."

"First?" Ghost blinked down at him, head tilted to the side again. Of course the first thing he'd said in an hour was a confusing single word question.

"Why're ye here Ghost? D'ya need to go?" Maybe the man was too drunk. Couldn't even remember why he'd gotten up.

"Didn't wanna lose sight of ya." Ghost mumbled. He sounded dejected.

"Don't trust me not to piss on the floors, aye Ghost?" Soap ribbed, hoping to wipe the frown off the other man's face.

"Trust you." Ghost closed his eyes and leaned back on the wall behind himself. "Shouldn't, but..." he was quiet, clenched and unclenched his jaw a few times. His fists too. Finally he looked down at John, eyes far away, yet lazer focused. "They called me his dog. 'Shepherd's attack dog', I heard it... from everyone..." the low yellow lighting of the tiny light in the middle of the bathroom caught on the wetness of Ghost's eyes. "M'not a dog..." he whispered.

Coulda fooled Soap, puppy eyes turned up to eleven as they were. A hound left chained out in the rain. "Ghost-"

"Couldn't trust Shepherd. Not after... not after him..."

Soap had known Ghost for a long time. Several years now. Had worked with him a few times, always under the command of the General. Crass, no bullshit Ghost. Got the job done. Something changed in Las Almas.

"Wasn't loyal to Shepherd. Not his dog."

"No. You're more than that, Simon." Soap found himself reaching out. He held his hand near the other man's cheek.

Ghost took the offered hand with his own, nuzzling into it, closing his eyes once more. "Why're you different?" He asked. Soap wasn't sure what he meant. "Ghost... Ghost doesn't trust anyone. Isn't loyal. To anyone. But Simon... Simon wants to keep you safe. Make you happy." His voice cracked a bit on the last words as his whispers fell from his lips.

Talking about himself in the third person, as if he were two separate beings was maybe a red flag. But Soap's favorite color was red. And life was too short to ignore how the man was currently gently rubbing Soaps hand on his own jaw, stubble catching on every crease and divot.

"We could make each other happy." He whispered up to the other man. A promise hidden in his words. A question too.

He watched as Simon's face lit up. He smiled crookedly, missing lateral incisor and snaggled canine endearingly on display. If he'd had a tail, it would be slamming against the wall, if the radiance of his smile were any indicator. "I'll be good for you." Simon whispered into John's hand, before kissing it.

John held back the 'good dog' that threatened to escape him. No need to tease the drunk. He wasn't sure yet how he'd take it.

"I still need ta pee, Simon." He ignored the way Simon whined as he took his hand back, how close they were as John finally freed himself from his trousers. Pointedly kept his mind blank while his hands were on himself and Simon's arms found their way around his middle. How he burrowed his nose into John's hair with a contented sigh.

They made their way back to the table, Simon holding the hem of the back of John's shirt. It reminded him of his sisters golden retreaver, he'd seen it holding it's own leash during walks.

Gaz quirked an eyebrow. "That was, quick?"

"We didnae fuck, if that's what yer thinkin'." John rolled his eyes as he slid back into the booth. He expected everyone to shift over and allow Ghost back to the table, this time on the end so he wouldn't desecrate the table with his boots again, when he saw Price put his head in his hands and mumble something to the effect of 'Goddammit Ghost'.

The man in question was now climbing up the back of the booth that Soap was sat in, slotting himself behind him. Okay then. If Soap were honest, it was kinda nice. Ghost was very clearly marking his territory, as he once again wound his arms around John's middle. He placed his forehead against the back of Soaps, and let out a happy little hum.

"We just talked. An important little chat. That's all." He assured the group. No one dared address the man currently caressing Soaps bicep gently.

Soap couldn't help but think that 'MacTavish's Attack Dog' had a pretty nice ring to it.

#i fucking love a dog analogy #ghostsoap #soapghost #cod mw2 #ghoap #fanfic #text post #call of duty

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sunkissed-zegras · 2 months

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🍯 barely any adam fantilli on this app 🙄 i NEED THIS

𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 | af¹¹

♡ ─ word count | 260

♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut, p in v, praise, exhibition kind of?

♡ ─ ev's notes | thank you fia for requesting this, oml. adam will never fail to make me GO ABSOLUTELY FERALLLLLLLLLL.

"Gotta be quiet, princess." Adam muttered into your neck as he kept thrusting into you harshly. Each thrust was accompanied by a whimper from you and despite Adam telling you to quiet down, deep down he liked the idea of someone walking into you getting absolutely wrecked by your boyfriend.

You were sat up on the bathroom sink while Adam fucked into you, a party going on outside but neither of you seemed to care. Adam wanted you so he pulled you into the bathroom and now, here you were. Your legs were crossed around his waist as he pounded you into the sink, your mouth hanging open.

"Shit, baby. Someone's gonna catch us if you keep making sounds like that." Adam's hand clasped against your mouth as he began to quicken his pace, causing another loud moan to escape your mouth, now muffled by Adam's big hand.

His hips were snapping against yours roughly now, you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten now. You were so close, you could feel it. One more deep, rough thrust and you felt your orgasm wash over you, causing your whole body to shake with pleasure as your head fell back against the tile of the wall.

Adam wasn't too far behind you as he felt your cunt clench around him, he knew he was going to cum any moment now. A few more quick and harsh thrusts and Adam was spilling into you, groaning out in pleasure. He moved his hand and both your lips met in a sloppy kiss.

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beelmons · 9 months

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Hi! An idea I had was an enemies to lovers where Spencer says something he regrets like they slept together and reader sort of wears her heart on her sleeve and thought everything was okay between them but Spencer is still being hateful to reader and she’s confused until he’s like “I just wanted to sleep with you, nothing more”. Or smth like that 💗

cw: post prison spencer, mean!Spencer, angst no happy ending

You didn't know what it was, and if he was being honest neither did he, but Spencer Reid hated you to his core.

It started the day he met you, shortly after Emily Prentiss took over as Unit Chief, when you were assigned to the BAU as a probatory agent. Two rookies, Luke Alvez and yourself, being added to the team was not necessarily her vision of a perfect taskforce, but she could make it work with some help of her friends, hence why Tara and JJ were told to shadow Luke, and Rossi and Reid to shadow you.

But, of course, Rossi had less of a hands-on teaching style, so he was barely around in the field with you, leaving you to the capable hands of a recently traumatized Spencer Reid.

It was loathing at first sight, because, he'd never admit, something about you remided him of Cat Adams.

Maybe something in your eyes, or the way you walked, or perhaps the sound of your laugh, but his back muscles tensed whenever you were around, his hands curled into a fist, and his eyes couldn't help but narrow in suspicion.

A little extra issue, though, his member would also get extremely hard.

"You did what?!" Luke almost shouted from his desk.

"Shut up, man!" you pushed him by the shoulders, trying to sink him further into his seat "We slept together, alright?"

"How did you even make that happen? I thought he..." the man stopped himself once his ability to think before speaking came through.

"Hated me? Yeah." you finished his sentence "I don't know what to tell you. It was late, he was checking my preliminary profile, he said it was good and insightful, and next thing I know I'm facing the wall with my panties down to my ankles."

"Well, I guess that's one way to patch things up." he teased "So, what? are you guys dating?"

"I... don't think so?" you said with certain sadness "He left while I was cleaning myself up in the bathroom."

Luke was about to emit an opinion of his own when he sensed, but a foreign sound interrupted him.

"Good morning!" JJ's cheery voice caused the two of you to look up.

In the distance, Jennifer and Spencer walked towards your spot. You couldn't help the hopeless grin that appeared on your face at the sight of him, the same one he walked past without a single word.

Your crescent faded as quick as it came. What the hell was that? Giving you the cold shoulder like you are 10 and pulled his pigtails at the playground.

You heard the chief call to the round table and decided to save your little highschool quarrel for later. Luckily, serial killers had decided to take a break, and so your day would be desk duty only.

"Hey." when the clock neared lunch time, you decided to approach Reid.

He begrudingly raised his sight, pulling it away from you almost immediately. "Hey."

"Mind going to lunch with me?" you asked.

"I brought my own, thanks." he dryly refuted.

"Uhm, Reid." you moved in closer to his ear, and he almost flinched "That was code for 'I need to talk to you'"

"I'm aware of the connotations of your sentence, I just happen to not care for what the actual meaning entails." his eyes still refused to move to you.

He was back to being the annoying asshole you had always met, the exact opposite of the caring soul everyone else seemed to face on the daily.

"I..." a knot began to form on your throat "I thought we were okay again."

At last, he deemed you worthy of his stare, his eyes locking with yours and vaguely narrowing in your direction. You could see the burning flame of despise in them, the chilling sensation that if he could, he would take the life out of you with his hands in a second.

"Were we ever?" he snarked.

Something snapped, and you were blessed that the only two people you knew in the ballpen were Luke and Tara, who were merrily sharing some chinese food, otherwise you would had certainly been fired.

"Wha the fuck is your problem?!" you yelled as your hands smacked the surface of his desk.

"What are you-" he tried to complain.

"You had not once shown me a gentle face since I met you, and suddenly, you act reassuring and supportive, only to disappear without a word, and then act like not a thing happened!" you continued to raise your voice, your hands reaching to grip at his shoulders and force you to look at you when he tried to divert his gaze.

The sensation of being cornered and exposed caused an odd reaction out of him, you could see it in his eyes, almost as if he wasn't truly there.

"Did it ever cross your mind I said all this so you would let me fuck you?" his voice was almost as loud as yours "If not, then you are not half as good profiler as I thought you were."

Piercing. That's how it felt. The unmistakable sensation of a puncture to the heart. There was nothing else you could to do help yourself, or the tears that ran down your cheeks.

"What did I..." you began to mutter almost to yourself. Luke's arms had moved to your shoulders, tugging you away from your coworker. "What did I ever do to you?" you asked weakly, Luke now blocking Spencer from your line of sight.

The doctor was astonished by his own words, even more so by your tears. He didn't know how to describe them, they just seemed so... sincere?

"Spencer?" Tara called for a third time, snapping him out of a self-induced trance.

"What?" he asked.

"What happened?" she inquired again "Why would you say something like that?"

"I-" he looked around trying to find you, but your friend had taken you away "I don't know."

The fight would get to Emily's ears later in the day. Spencer was dismissed for the remainer of his shift, and so were you.

A part of him was being eaten alive by remorse, but the other, the one he deemed his conscious mind, tried to convice him he had done nothing wrong. Hadn't he spoken the truth? There was no reason to like you. Your gentle demeanor was not excuse enough, neither was your peculiar humor, or your relentless dedication to do good.

There was no reason to like you when you had caused him so much pain. Hadn't you?

His brain felt foggy, clouded, confused. Beyond his control, his body dragged him in the direction of your house, only to find himself at a crossroad he didn't know the name of.

Where did you live again? He had never asked you. Perhaps, he could call you. But your work phone was off and he didn't have your personal. What if he asked Luke? Yeah, right. After what he had witnessed, how could he be remotely on his side? He was forced back home, he would talk to you the next morning at work.

Was there something to talk about?

"A transfer?" Luke asked Penelope.

"She asked me to put a rush to it." the blonde clarified.

"And did you?" the man inquired with curiosity.

Garcia nodded with a pout.

"She just looked so sad." she clarified.

A knock on her door interrupted the conversation, and a soft 'come in' prompted Spencer to walk into the room.

The two coworkers shot him a look, curious and pitiful at the same time. Spencer narrowed his eyes questioningly at them.

"What?" he finally said.

"We know you've been through a lot." Penelope began to say "That you were taking it out on her for some reason, but I think you might have done this time, boy wonder."

Reid couldn't help but to swallow back a knot. They were right. Objectively, you had done nothing wrong. But objectivity had long lost its meaning, since he had learned that his reality could be bent to someone else's will to a point where he didn't know what was real and what wasn't.

"I didn't mean what I said." he quickly explained "That's what's I wanted to tell her."

"Well," Luke almost snarked at him "That's going to be a little hard now that she's gone."

"What do you mean?" Reid inquired.

"She had requested a transfer to the defense department months ago." Penelope explained "I just rushed some paperwork, but the deal was basically made."

Exposed to these news, Spencer bolted off the tech office and straight into Prentiss's. He basically stomped in, causing Emily to look confused for a solid second.

"Revert the transfer." he demanded, his palms firmly pressed on the desk.

"I thought you would be relieved..." she began to explain.

"We need her here. She's the most promising profiler we've seen in a while." he argued.

"Really?" Emily cocked an eyebrow "Because just a month ago your report indicated she was just average."

Spencer rolled his eyes and brought his hands to his hair, frustratedly turning around the office. He took a couple of deeo breaths, out of the corner of his eye he noticed your desk. Your belongings were already packed inna box, possibly Luke's doing to save you the awkwardness of a tidying up visit.

"I made a mistake." he admitted, his eyes still fixed on your empty chair.

"I'm sorry, Spence." the unit chief said "Sometimes, we just have to live with the consequences of our mistakes."

#feeling self conscious abt this bit #but i.hope you enjoyed!!!!#blurb: criminal minds #blurb: spencer #blurb: angst #criminal minds #spence #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader angst #spencer reid #blurb: mine

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allyeardepression · 3 months

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@jegulus-microfic | feb 6 murder | words: 472

„I’m going to fucking LOSE IT!” James heard as he entered the flat. There was some more cursing, giggles here and there and then a loud thud of something hitting the wall.

Panicked and a little confused, James didn’t even bother to take off his shoes or jacket as he rushed to the living room. He was far more confused at what he saw there: Barty and Evan were rolling on the carpet with breathless laughter, while Regulus threw another water bottle in their direction. And it wasn’t even the confusing part - that he was familiar with. What got him shocked was Regulus’ hair color – instead of his normal jet black waves, sitting on his head was something like malachite afro.

“Crouch you’re dead! I swear, I’m going to murder you! How could you do that to me?!” Regulus shouted like a madman, and to be perfectly honest with you, he had every right to act that way. Anyone who knew Reg, knew his hair were untouchable for the whole humankind, with a few exceptions. James had a feeling the list of exceptions was changed while he was at Sirius’.

Barty and Evan didn’t stop laughing when Reg took a mug from the nearby table and started aiming at them. That was James’ call to move from his safe space at the living room’s entry and catch his boyfriend’s hand before anyone got hurt any more.

The moment James touched Regulus, the shorter man whipped his head at the lightspeed towards him. His eyes were shooting daggers at first, but as soon as he realized who he is looking at, the storms in those gray eyes turned softer, then horrified and finally sad. Tears gathered in them, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a thick swallow.

“James…” Regulus choked out like he actually was about to lose it.

James just smiled at him sweetly, putting down the still held mug. He took Reg’s face into his hands, wiping away the lonely tear that got out of its prison in black-haired green-haired man’s eye.

“I really like that color” James said quietly before kissing his boyfriend’s nose. Regulus just smiled wobbly at him. The sweet moment didn’t last long, though.

“You two – get out of my flat before I kill you” Regulus said coldly to his friends, who by the way, still laid on the floor. Barty snickered at him and Evan just smiled, a little apologetic, before they gathered themselves and went to the door. “Don’t bother coming anytime soon!”

“Love you too, Reggie!” was heard before the doors closed.

“So…” James started slowly, still holding his boyfriend close. “How exactly did that happen?”

“The green” Regulus started “because I’ve lost a bet. The perm” his face twisted “because they’re mean.”

James just laughed a little at that. “Thank god for Elle Woods, than” he said, walking Reg straight to the bathroom.

#jegulus microfic #jegulus #james x regulus #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #dead gay wizards #marauders

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alexfromjersey · 9 months

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A SCHOOL TAINTED WITH BULLET HOLES

Vada Cavell x G!P OC

Word Count: 2.0k

warnings: school shooting, mature language, gun violence

A/N: I’m trying to write as much as possible before I visit my dad for three weeks so pray that I can at least finish half this book and at least three chapters for my other book.

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Poke. Poke. Poke.

You were being awoken by the feeling of someone poking you in your side, face, and thigh. You peel one eye open and are met with wide eyes and yellow rotten teeth. You jump fully awake, frightened, and scoot to your wall.

The sickly-looking man let out a laugh at your reaction, “Oops didn’t mean to scare ya.” The man was wearing nothing a dirty stained white t-shirt, no bottoms on.

“Rip! I told you, this room is off limits” The familiar voice of your mother enters your room. She was in a red silky robe that was loosely tied and her hair was disheveled.

“My bad. I was just trying to look for the bathroom” Rip snorted and moved away from you.

“Last door on the right” Your mom answered.

Rip nodded and turned back to you. “Sorry kid” He shrugged and left your room.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Your mother comes to stand in front of you.

“I’m sorry baby but I told you to always make sure your door is locked every night so things like this can never happen” She spoke softly. She tries to push some hair out your face but you flinch away from her. A hurt look appears on her face.

“Get ready for school or you’re going to be late” She sniffled and left your room.

You sat on your bed for a good extra five minutes before getting yourself ready for the day. You got dressed in a black pullover hoodie, black t-shirt, faded blue jean shorts, and beat-up black and white Cortez. You grab your bag, skateboard, and essentials before leaving your room. You make sure to lock your room up before heading downstairs. Thankfully, Rip was still in the bathroom so you didn’t have to see him in the kitchen. You brushed your teeth and washed your face in the kitchen sink.

After you finished, you leave your house without a goodbye from your mother. As usual, you’re met with the sight of your two friends, Quinton and Devyn Hasland.

“Sleeping Beauty has finally awoken from her slumber” Devyn joked in a broken English accent.

A smile appeared on your face and you dap the brothers up. The three of you start your journey to school.

“You know Principal Adams is coming for you for missing like a whole week of school. He’s been hounding me and Q for the last week about your whereabouts” Devyn said.

“I don’t care. School is a fucking joke” You shrugged.

“School helps you get a job” Quinton commented.

“No, school helps you become a dumbass corporate zombie. It doesn’t teach you any life skills. Not how to do taxes. Not how to save money to get a house or car. Or basic life shit that you need to survive. How is a2 + b2 = c2 gonna help me in life? When am I gonna need to know that shit? Fuck school til the day I die” You smiled and stuck your middle finger up.

The three of you continue your journey to school. As you approach the school, you see a rail that you always practice on.

"Watch this" You smirked and throw your board down.

"Nice" The brothers compliment as you skate back towards them. You felt a pair of eyes on you so you turned around and they lock on to dark brown ones.

Vada Cavell.

You knew her from your Chemistry class with Mrs. Victor. The two of you never spoke but always catch each other staring. Quinton and Devyn follow your eyeline.

“Oh my god, I wish you would just let your balls drop and go talk to her. The longing gaze from across the room is so Twilight” Devyn groaned.

You pull your eyes away from her, “You watched Twilight?”

“I only watched it with Jazmine” Devyn defended.

“Lie. Mom and Pops caught you last week, without Jazmine, watching it in the basement. According to Mom, you look very engrossed in it” Quinton laughed.

“There was nothing else on TV” Devyn sighed.

You and Quinton let out a laugh as the three of you walk inside the school. The brothers make their way to their lockers while you head to breakfast. You were starving and didn’t realize it until you got inside the building. By the grace of God, you managed to get to the café before they closed.

You grab your food and head to pay for it. But when you pulled your wallet out, you realized a $5 bill you had was missing. You sighed out in frustration.

“Fucking dickhead” You mumbled. You put the food back and turned around but you ran into someone.

“Miss Vaughn, nice to know you’re alive and well. Follow me” Principal Adams demanded.

You sigh and begin to follow the principal to his office. But another body runs into you.

I can’t catch a break today.

“Sorry,” A sweet voice apologized. You looked down and saw Vada. You open your mouth to respond but Adams interrupts you.

“Ms. Cavell the bell is about to ring. Head to class now” Adams ordered.

“Sir yes sir” Vada mocked and saluted him before turning on her heels, and walking to class. You chuckled lightly and continued following Adams.

The two of you made it to his office which smelled like straight black coffee and boiled eggs. You already knew what the talk was going to be about so you just relaxed in the chair.

“Jordan Vaughn…failing every single one of your classes and racking up a whopping 37 days absent. It’s not even spring break yet” Adams read from your file.

You grab a red and black sharpie off his desk.

“What is your goal Jordan? What is it that you wanna do with your life?” Adams asked.

You continue to draw all over the underside of your board, not even paying attention to the man in front of you.

Principal Adams sighed, “Miss Vaughn.”

At the call of your name, you look up at him, "Hm?”

“Listen I get it, school sucks and you don’t have a care in the world about your diploma. But you know who does... the world out there. Jobs won't even give you a second thought if you don't graduate. You need to start taking this seriously or you will be left behind while everyone around you is making it" Adams lectured.

"My goal is to become a pro skateboarder, last time I checked you don't need a diploma for it"' You shrugged.

"But you need money. You need money for the fees. You need money for sponsors. What if your board breaks? A diploma leads to jobs that lead to money which can help you become a pro skater.” Adams explained.

He had a point but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of being right. Adams grabbed a pamphlet labeled, Summer School.

“You complete this program for one month this summer, you’ll be graduating with your friends next year,” Adams said and slid it toward you.

You reluctantly take it and leave the office before he could say another word.

The hallways were now empty due to everyone being in class now. You walk to your locker and open it. You are stunned to see an apple juice, strawberry Pop Tart, and an orange inside.

“What the fuck?” You questioned. You remembered putting this stuff back. You looked down the halls and saw you were alone. You shrugged and started chowing down on the food. After you finished you placed your board and the pamphlet inside.

SMACK!

You jumped at the noise beside you. It was then followed by laughter.

“I hate the both of you” You mumbled, mouth full of food as you looked at Quinton and Devyn. “Aren’t you two supposed to be in class?”

“Yeah, but Q saw you with Principal Adams so he texted me to come and wait for you in the hall. Why are you inhaling your food in front of your locker?” Devyn questioned.

“I was hungry. But I didn’t buy this though. It was in my locker when I opened it” You answered.

“Oh, food from Mother Theresa. I need one of those. Tell her to bring me some Burger King” Devyn joked. You rolled your eyes at the boy.

“Boys and Miss Vaughn, the three of you need to get to class before I-”

A loud bang is suddenly heard. Everything starts to go in slow motion for you as you see blood splatter against the school walls. Two more bangs are heard and a girl lets out a blood-curdling scream.

More bangs are heard, now in rapid succession. You barely process the fact Devyn is now on the ground in a pool of his own blood. You look up to see a kid from one of your classes standing there emotionless with an automatic rifle pointed toward Quinton.

“DEVYN!” You hear Quinton scream. It brought you back to reality as you looked down and saw Quinton holding his brother’s body getting blood on himself.

“Quinton! We have to go! Come on Quinton!” You shout as you pull him away from Devyn’s lifeless body. You push him to run down the hall. Another gunshot rings through the hall and you feel a searing pain in your hip area. You push through the pain, you quickly open the door to the girl’s bathroom and push Quinton inside before locking the door behind you. The two of you cram into a stall out of breath. Sweat was dripping down your face and tears were falling freely down Quinton’s.

Suddenly, the sound of metal hitting the floor made the both of you freeze.

“Who’s in there?” Quinton questioned.

No response.

“We’re not the shooter. It’s Matt Corgan, we saw him” Quinton added. As your adrenaline begins to fade, the pain comes back in full force.

More rapid gunfire outside the door makes everyone clench in fear.

“Do you know where he is now?” A fragile voice asked. You can hear another girl’s quiet cries in the stall next to you. But you were too focused on the pain.

“I don’t know. I don’t know, my brother” Quinton cried. Tears start to gather in your eyes from the pain and the current predicament.

“Come, come under” The girl ushered. You let Quinton crawl under first. You bend down to follow but a torturous pain shoots through your body.

“Ahh” You cried out. You lift up your hoodie and shirt to see a gaping wound pouring out blood.

“Jordan? What happened, you okay?” Quinton questioned.

You start to feel lightheaded and the world starts to spin and before you know it, you fall onto the tile floor with a loud thud. Quinton quickly unlocks the stall door to see you trying to keep your eyes open.

“No, no, no, no Jordan” Quinton cried and bent down to the floor. He lifted your tops and saw the wound.

“Shit, help me please” Quinton called out to the two girls. His voice was quiet enough for only the people in the bathroom to hear. He puts pressure on your wound which makes you groan and squirm. The two girls exit the stall but retreat when they see you on the ground.

“Please help me,” Quinton sobbed. The blonde-haired girl runs and grabs as many paper towels as she could. She hands some to Quinton and they put pressure on your wound to stop the bleeding.

“Hang on, Jordan” Quinton cried.

Meanwhile, your eyes start to flutter close but a warm soft hand brings you back.

“Hey, you have to keep your eyes open. Don’t close them. Don’t close your eyes” Vada’s voice echoes throughout your head.

Her eyes were bloodshot red and puffy with more tears falling freely down her face. She squeezes your hand tight to keep you from closing your eyes. The sound of police sirens and heavy footsteps can be heard.

“Oh thank God,” Quinton said.

You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open but they were getting extremely difficult. They were getting heavier and heavier until your eyes closed and your hand went limp in Vada’s.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x oc #jenna marie ortega #g!p reader #jenna ortega #the fallout #vada cavell #vada cavell x reader

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giggling ab this okay so

imagine gaz n reader, they've just started to date

and reader is trans (ftm) but gaz doesn't know that yet

but then after a few weeks of dating reader is taking their T in the bathroom/bedroom and had forgotten to lock the door & gaz walks in oh no,,

YEAH so!!! i hope that's enough to.. you know. yeah!!!! i 💗 ur fics sm.

(we need more ftm fics RIGHT NOW!!)

whoEVER ANON IS . I LOVE U . Thank u so so so so much 4 this request my fingers have been acting to write m or ftm content u have appealed to my deepest desires . myways this rq is super silly i love chilled out gay mf and nervous closeted trans mf dynamic so much.

Also posted on trans visibility day lets GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

the same (always changing); kyle 'gaz' garrick + trans male! reader (979 words)

notes: some implied and described internalised transphobia, mentions of transphobia, mentions of gender dysphoria, reader does not have top surgery yet, partial nudity on reader (non-sexual), little hurt/comfort type w/ fluff at the end !!

It wasn’t meant to be a secret. It really wasn't.

But here you are, cooped up in the cold premise of your shared bathroom, waiting for the gel to dry into your skin as you stare at your figure in the mirror, noticing the little changes with a strange sense of europhia. You wished you could run back to the arms of your boyfriend as you ramble about how good the hormones have been working, how you can see your outer shell peeling open to show the man who's been living in the inside, a feedback loop that had you seeing yourself in reflections instead of skin and hair and face that you'd barely recognised. Maybe his face would melt into that gorgeous smile, arms pulling you closer to him like he's seeping off the happiness he swears he sees seeping off your skin's pores. But it's the flip of a coin, a winning ticket in an uncertain lottery.

you're not so sure if Kyle would love the kind of person you were.

gender hadn't ever been a point of focus in your conversations, never something that had to be caught and pinned down with word or thought. he was a man, you were a man, and you loved each other. both of you did your best to keep it at that simplicity. but part of you, like the serpent to adam and eve, had always doubted whether kyle would look at you with the same eyes if you somehow ended up showing him your childhood photos or now-invalid passport, the face that was still soaked with dysphoria-ridden tears.

the gel is still sticking to your ribs when the door practically flies off its hinges slamming against concrete walls and gaping open your closed eyes with ugly sound. There's a groan of exasperation that should make you giggle, but only makes already tense muscles almost turn to stone. "honey, you done ? really need to take a fat shi-"

And then there's that silence both unsurprising but dreaded, how it felt to inhale smoke.

You hate the shock as his eyes run over your bare chest in realisation, feeling any words about to come out crawling back into your windpipe as he notices the thin layer of gel and the label of the bottle on the sink.

"love?" he calls, an endearing substitute replacing your name. you didn’t know if he'd call you that, even after this revelation. Or did he not know what else to call you now that this had been revealed ? "kyle," you echo.

please just look at me, kyle.

his eyes still look the same as how they look at you; stormclouds that accompany you on lonely and rainy nights, and your eyes can't help on focus on the pretty shade of grey instead of the battering of water droplets hitting against tin. Not once does it ever shift to malice or hatred- only worry, for you, maybe.

"do you want to talk about it right now ?" isn't the response that you expected. It's an gentle offer, and extended hand waiting for you to take or push away, more freeing than astute observations of your perceived identity or the bitter words hissed out when others had realised. You can only nod your head in response.

"im sorry," you say, and you don’t know how much (what you're) apologising for. Sorry for never telling you. Sorry for making a distance that could have been avoided. Sorry for being this without your permission, anyone else's permission.

but he's quick to hold you and the shame that you carry , not minding any of the gel residue on his shirt. "hey, no, it's okay," his voice is gentle, reaching out for your secluded self. "remember what I told you when we first started dating?" he puts a hand to your head, playing with your hair as he pulls you closer to him. "I love all of you, dove. Everything." he rests his chin onto your shoulder, murmuring the words into your ear. And you can't help but hug back, clinging to him like a lifeline. Your lifeline. "I love you too," you muse.

you both stay there for a minute before he pulls away with a complaint of some back pain from a recent mission, and you kiss his nose, allowing yourself to smile for the first time since he'd entered the room. "so.." you start, now perched on the rim of the bathtub. "you're ok with me being trans?"

you giggle when he deadpans at you, "love, I just hugged you for 5 full minutes after seeing you apply testosterone instead of taking a shit. I don’t really care if you're trans."

and after your testosterone dries and you put on your shirt, you both in bed, tangled up in each other's arms. ramblings about little stories or town gossip. professions of grandiose love guised under quiet murmurs. the hormones are still a little crusty on your skin, but they're doing the work that should have been done since birth.

The same, always changing.

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