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ro-is-struggling · 26 days

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Earn It || Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: While Spencer was away on a case, you had no better idea than to send him spicy pictures of yourself as a way to encourage him to work harder to get home fast. You ignored his warnings and orders to stop and now that he was back home it was time to face the consequences of acting like a spoiled brat.

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn without plot, established relationship, dom!spencer, sexting, masturbation, bondage, dirty talk, cum eating, deprivation of touch used as punishment (if that makes sense? idk it's just porn)

English is not my first language

Word count: 3300

Notes: idk what this is, I have had this idea in my mind for a while now and I only wrote it because someone left me a nice message praising my spencer smut, so enjoy, I guess

You were buzzing with anticipation, counting down the minutes until Spencer got home. You knew you'd be in trouble —it was clear from the short messages he'd sent you—, but that was part of the fun. You had crossed the line this time. The messages you had sent him while he was stuck at work could only be described as torture. But you couldn't be held accountable for your actions, at least not completely. You missed him-his touch, his lips on yours, the sound of his voice calling your name-and you wanted to make sure he knew it.

Spencer had been away from home for too long, working a few states over to catch a killer who targeted young, blonde women. It was apparently a tough case so for the last few weeks you had to settle for talking to him on the phone late at night. Hearing his voice before bedtime was nice, comforting, but over time it stopped being enough. You missed having him by your side at night, feeling his warmth and the touch of his fingers on your skin. You missed his kisses, his soft lips caressing your body while you whispered his name into the darkness of the night....

It was clear that phone calls were no longer enough to satiate your need for him, so in a moment of impulsive arousal you decided to give him a little incentive to work harder to come home to you. You were simply showing him what he was missing.

The first picture you sent him was simple and tasteful, a conscious choice intended to lure him into your trap. It only showed the lower half of your face, your lips drawn into a sad pout. It also showed part of your chest which was covered by one of Spencer's shirts. It had the first few buttons undone, showing your collarbone and the mound of your breasts, but nothing more. You sent it with a simple 'I miss you', hoping he had his phone nearby to see it.

His reply came not long after, and you almost felt bad for what you were about to do when you read his innocent and oblivious 'I miss you too :(‘. You replied with another photo, this time much more revealing. The shirt was unbuttoned now, revealing the cute red lace bra that hugged your breasts. It was Spencer's favorite and you knew it was going to have the desired effect on him. 'I wish you were here...' you wrote before you sent it. And without waiting for a reply you sent him another picture, this time showing the full lingerie being, posing in a provocative way. Without hesitation you wrote 'to rip it off my body' and pressed send.

You knew your little plan had worked because Spencer didn't answer for quite a while. He had seen the messages, but he was probably too stunned and busy to reply to you. When he finally did, it was a warning. 'Behave.' was all he wrote back, but you ignored it. In the next picture you sent him you had removed your bra, your hard nipples framed perfectly in the picture. Two of your fingers were lost between your lips, the red lipstick slightly smudged at the corners. 'I wish they were your fingers' you typed and Spencer's reply was another warning. 'But I guess mine will have to do for now' you ignored him once again, sending him a video of you burying those same fingers inside you as you moaned his name.

Your provocative messages didn't stop until you came, but even though you knew Spencer had seen them, he didn't reply. Nor did he call you that night like he had been doing every day. He was silent for two whole days. Two long days in which you kept wondering if maybe you had taken things too far. It was torture waiting for some kind of sign from him that would bring you some relief, but when you read the message he sent you knew that had been his intention all along.

'I'm on my way home. I want you in bed wearing the red set by the time I get there.' was all he wrote and you knew he was angry. Spencer was going to make you pay for behaving so badly and you couldn't help but wonder what method he would use to teach you a lesson. Punishments were always creative with him. Spencer wasn't very keen on violence during intimacy, it reminded him too much of his job, you supposed. He was rough in bed when he was in the mood for it and never objected to giving you a spanking or two when you deserved it, but he didn't enjoy making you cry in pain or leaving severe marks on your skin.

Spencer was more of a soft, pleasure dom, which meant that most of the time he was more intense than aggressive. He loved the irony of using pleasure to create pain, often overstimulating you to the point that your body would scream for him to stop. His domination over you was more subtle, more psychological, so his punishments always had a hint of irony in them. The worst one —and at the same time, the best one– had been once you had come without his permission. His way of teaching you a lesson that time was forcing you to cum over and over again, attacking your abused pussy with his fingers, his tongue and a vibrator without giving you hardly any time to recover between orgasms.

You wondered if Spencer had something similar in mind, the very idea frightening and exciting you at the same time. Your clit throbbed between your legs, your panties ruined with your arousal before Spencer even got to lay a finger on you. That was the effect he had on you. All he had to do was send you a stupid message and your whole body would begin to tingle with anticipation, waiting for his command.

When you heard the sound of the apartment door opening you almost jumped out of bed with joy. There was nothing you wanted more than to run into your boyfriend's arms and shower him with kisses as you told him how much you had missed him. But you knew you couldn't —or, rather, shouldn't— do that. Spencer wanted you in bed, wearing his favorite lingerie, and that's exactly what you did. Even though it was a little late to play nice now, you didn't want to give him any more reason to prolong your punishment —whatever it was. So you settled on the bed, putting yourself in a suggestive pose and waited patiently for Spencer to enter the room.

He took his time and you knew he was doing it on purpose. Your punishment had begun the moment you decided to ignore his warnings and now you had no choice but to accept it. Listening to his footsteps walking around the apartment, knowing that he was only a couple of feet away without being able to do anything about it was a real torture, but you deserved it.

"I'm disappointed in you," was the first thing Spencer said when he finally entered the room. He had that hard look in his eyes that he always gave you when you disobeyed him - the one that told you it was in your best interests to listen to him. His pupils were widened, the beautiful hazel color almost completely taken over by the darkness of desire in his eyes. You shifted nervously on the bed, suddenly feeling small under his intense gaze. Spencer walked toward you and you felt like an animal trapped by the predator that wanted to eat it. There was nowhere to run.

"You've been a very bad girl," he clicked his tongue in disapproval, bringing his hands to his neck to loosen the knot of his tie. "Teasing me with those pictures while I was at work, ignoring my warnings, cuming without my permission." Spencer shook his head and you sunk your teeth into your lower lip. The tone in his voice —too calm for someone in his position— almost made you regret your little stunt. Almost. "If you want to act like a spoiled brat, I'll treat you like one."

Spencer ordered you to sit on the bed with your back against the headboard. You obeyed without question, knowing that this was not the best time to complain. You watched him remove his tie in one tug, twisting the soft fabric in his hands before approaching you. He was careful in tying your wrists to the headboard, his fingers barely grazing your skin as he made sure to limit your movements, leaving you completely at his mercy. It was torture to feel him so close and not be able to touch him. Not to mention how incredibly frustrating it was that his hands barely rested on you when it was strictly necessary, as if your skin was burning him. You hated it, but when you let out a whine of protest, Spencer gave you a look that let you know it was best to keep your mouth shut.

"You're going to stay there and keep your eyes on me at all times." He stated with a calmness in his voice that should have alarmed you. But instead of wondering what he was up to —and what that calm meant to you— your mind was distracted by the slow movement of his hands as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing himself to you. " Now you'll know how I felt when I saw your pictures and those videos of you pleasuring yourself while I was stuck at work, unable to do anything about it."

Spencer moved closer to you, leaning down to be at eye level with you. The air caught in your throat as you stared at him, fearing that your mere breath might somehow cause him to pull away from you again. His gaze was firm, intimidating, but hidden among all the desire and lust you could still make out a glimmer of the characteristic softness in his eyes. It was an interesting contrast, captivating. It reminded you that no matter how rough he might be at the moment, the sweet, loving, everyday Spencer was just a word away.

You could hardly believe he was touching you when he took your face in one of his hands. His warm, slender fingers pressed over your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout. He used his grip to tilt your head up to make sure your eyes never left his at any time. He had you trapped between his hand and his eyes, frozen still as you anxiously awaited his next words.

"Now you'll be the helpless one. You'll be the one that has to sit back and watch as I pleasure myself, tied to the bed, unable to do anything to relieve the pressure between your legs."

After removing the last of his clothes, Spencer settled himself on the opposite side of the bed. He made sure you had the best view of him and his hard cock before he began to pleasure himself. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand as if you were being hypnotized. Up and down, up and down, his hand moved along his shaft while his mouth let out the sweetest moans you had ever heard. Every little gasp he let out went straight to your center, that throbbed desperate for attention. Spencer sounded desperate and you wondered if he hadn't relieved himself since you had sent him those pictures.

You fought your bonds without even realizing it, your body responding in its own accords to Spencer's stimulation. He didn't scold you for it, on the contrary he seemed to enjoy it. He increased the pace of his hand slightly, his eyes never leaving your figure. The way they roamed over your body —slowly moving down from your face to your neck, stopping at the curve of your breasts before trailing their way down your abdomen and to your legs— almost felt like his caresses. If you concentrated hard enough you could feel the ghost of his fingers following the path of his eyes. But it wasn't enough, not when you were trapped listening to Spencer's moans, watching his hand move up and down his cock as his tip leaked precum. Your mouth watered at the sight, yearning to feel the weight of his cock against your tongue. You could almost taste the salty treat on your tongue, your brain recreating it as best it could. It was criminal that he wouldn't let you touch him when he was so close to you.

"Like what you see?" Spencer mocked you as a pathetic whimper managed to escape your lips. "It's such a shame you were so bad 'cause right now you could be the one touching me... And I could be pleasuring you."

"Yes, please! I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Just please, I need it." you begged, momentarily excited by the mention of him pleasuring you. You were willing to do anything to end this torture.

But Spencer wouldn't budge. "Oh, I know you do, baby. I can see the wet spot in your panties from here. But I can't give it to you. Only good, obedient girls get what they want and you have been very, very bad."

He enjoyed every second of your torture, delighting in the whimpers you let out and the way you struggled against your bonds. Your body squirmed deliciously on the bed, protesting against the lack of attention. Spencer responded to your whimpers with moans, being more vocal than usual to prolong your torture. Every sound he let out increased the fire in your stomach along with your frustration. Your pussy tightened around nothing, desperate for attention. The pressure in your tummy was too much, almost unbearable. You needed relief, whatever would help you take the edge off.

You didn't even realize you were squeezing your legs together until it was too late. You were desperate and while the little friction your thighs provided as you squirmed was not enough, it was better than nothing. Your clit pulsed with every little movement, your juices trickling down your legs and making your job easier. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate on the subtle tingling between your legs to see if you could increase the pleasure that way somehow. The moan that fell from your lips was pathetic, a mixture of pleasure and frustration that alerted Spencer to your little trick just as you were getting somewhere.

You snapped your eyes open as you felt the impact of his hand against your calf. Spencer gave you a stern look, his expression blank as he forced your legs apart again. "You do that again and I won't let you cum tonight, am I clear?"

"Yes, sir!" you whimpered, feeling your hope renewing at the promise of a future orgasm. "I'm sorry! I'll be good, I promise."

It was real torture to have Spencer so close, naked and stroking his cock inches away without being able to touch it. His moans were getting louder and louder, his words dirtier and more condescending —praising your expression of desperation and mocking the way you twisted against your bonds. Your desperation increased along with the speed of his hands, which worked increasingly faster to bring him to the edge of pleasure. He was close, you could feel it, and as pathetic as it sounded, so were you. Your underwear was ruined, soaked with the juices of your arousal. Spencer hadn't touched you, but you were sure that a simple brush against your clit was all you needed to reach your climax.

"Was it worth it, baby?" He managed to say between gasps. "Was it worth it to disobey me? Sending all those pictures just to end up like this, tied to the bed, forced to watch me pleasure myself while you get nothing."

Oh Spencer was enjoying torturing you way too much. He wanted to break you, push you to your very limit and hear you beg for his forgiveness. He wanted you to earn your relief just as you had earned your punishment and he wasn't going to stop until you begged for mercy. In another circumstance you might have put up more of a fight, after all, it was always fun to riled him up. But you were far too desperate to feel his touch to play hard to get. You needed him, you'd been apart too long and you couldn't stand the distance a second longer.

"No, it wasn't! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it. I should have listened to you. I won't do it again, I promise! I'll behave! Just, please... please." There was no way to hide the pathetic tone in your voice. You were so frustrated, so needy for attention, that you could almost feel the tears burning in your eyes. You were willing to cry if that's what it took to earn Spencer's forgiveness. You would do anything to feel his hands on you.

"Oh yeah? You'll behave?" He spoke as if he didn't believe you, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he increased the pace of his hand. "Will you stop acting like a spoiled brat and be my good, obedient little girl?"

"Yes! I'll be your good girl, I promise! I'll be so good for you, sir! Please."

Suddenly, Spencer stood up from his place on the bed, approaching you in a couple of steps. "Open up then." He commanded bringing the head of his dripping, reddened cock close to your lips. You didn't need him to tell you twice, tilting your face up as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, eagerly waiting to taste him.

"That's it, that's a good girl... swallow it, swallow all of me... good girl." Spencer moaned as he came in your mouth, his hand stroking himself until he shot the very last drop of cum on your tongue. The squeal of bliss you let out at the taste of his salty flavor was pathetic, but you were too far gone to care. You eagerly swallowed everything he gave you, devouring it as if it were the sweetest candy.

Spencer mumbled sweet praises as he came down from his high, caressing your head with his usual softness. It was a small action, but you missed his touch so much that it was enough to fill you with joy. You thought you were finally in the clear, that you had received your punishment so well that Spencer would show you mercy and finally let you touch him. But when he sat down across from you again and looked into your eyes, you noticed that the intimidating darkness was still present in them. You struggled against your bonds once more to see if he would take pity on you and untie you. But he answered you with a click of his tongue that stopped you immediately.

"You did such a good job for me, baby." Spencer's voice was barely a husky whisper. He brought one of his fingers up to your cheek, collecting the drops of his cum that hadn't made it into your mouth. You tried to lean into his touch, but he removed his hand quickly, bringing his finger to your lips. He didn't have to tell you what to do, you automatically opened your mouth and wrapped your tongue around his finger, tasting his relief.

"But your punishment isn't over yet. You earned your relief, but haven't earned my forgiveness yet. You still don't get to touch me. Now open those pretty legs for me. I'll give you what you want and we'll see how much you can take."

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid x female reader #spencer reid #criminal minds

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st4rgzer · 4 days

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messy (spencer reid)

summary: what was supposed to be a romantic date turned into a messy mix of glitter, paper, and tiredness

genre: pure fluff

cw!: unless your afraid of glitter i don’t think there are any

a/n: head over heels for this man, i need more requests!! (this was not requested i made this 5 minutes ago)

“spencer i’m not sure we’re doing this right” you giggle, waving your hand frantically in an attempt to unstick the paper glued to the palm of your hand. you can’t even recall how it got there. meanwhile, spencer had glitter on his cheekbones from trying to tuck his hair behind his ears, you were delighted to fix that reoccurring problem by putting his hair into a little ponytail.

“but they make it look so easy” he laughs, the dry glue clung onto his fingers, something that would easily set a germaphobe off. he easily bent the rules with you.

in an attempt to have a romantic date, you had bought a scrapbook kit online. to your surprise, it came with about 100 different items, ranging from colourful papers, stickers, glitter, and other nightmares hid in pretty pink plastic. it thankfully came with a little booklet of instructions. to your dismay, the instructions came in french. the only language spencer fell victim to. oh but wait! you had taken french classes in high school! yeah, you ended up using google translate.

“okay we could stick this photo here…” you held between your sticky fingers a polaroid of you kissing spencer on the cheek, while spencer looked at you with a grin. it was a fond memory of when you had gone to the pier with him and the team. one of the many group dates you had after spencer introduced you to the them.

“no. nuh uh. we are not ruining that photo by putting it into this- death trap!” he quickly warned, hissing as he tried to grab the picture, instead just getting it even more sticky. both of you were holding onto the photo, fingers stuck. you both shared a look before bursting out in laughter, as opposed to crying about the messed you had made and the state of your faces and hands.

after safely peeling the picture from both your hands, you both fell onto the couch with a sigh. curling next to spencer and resting your head on the crook of his neck, not minding the purple glitter in his hair than would later be such a pain to get out of the couch.

“i love you, even if you’re awful at scrapbooking” you gently placed a kiss to his jaw, his hand coming up to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, pressing a soft kiss to the bridge of your nose.

“well maybe if you’d paid attention in your french classes…” you could hear the grin in his voice. you looked up at him, squinting, faking a death glare before breaking and laughing once again. you felt spencer’s laughter as you placed your head on his chest.

you sighed before closing your eyes. spencer pulled back the hair on your face, and pulled you into a more comfortable position where your neck health wouldn’t be jeopardized. he unbuttoned the sleeves of your shirt and pulled them down, knowing how uncomfortable it made you. he figured the cleaning up of everything could be done later, for now, he takes in your mesmerizing face, finding new spots and marks to adore, tracing your lips with his finger before pressing a kiss to them. whispering goodnight as he drifted off, taking a mental note to become better at scrapbooking for you.

a/n: i am going to off myself i love this man sm

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fic #criminal minds

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crueisummer · 10 months

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𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝓒𝓛16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: Kika and Pierre invite you to their engagement party where you meet her and Pierre’s friends from F1, specifically, a certain handsome Monegasque driver.

playlist: ♫ gorgeous ♪ delicate ♬ i think he knows ♡ you are in love

author's note: Hello everyone! Please be patient as this will be my first fanfic/au. Anyway, this would be part of a series, and each song from the playlist above would be the title of a chapter. I still don't know what to call the series, so if you have any suggestions, please send them my way. Anyway, thanks for reading, and enjoy the story! ✧･ﾟ:૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა✧･ﾟ:

chapter warnings: a lot of swearing.

word count: 1.7k

disclaimer: All characters and events in this story, even those based on real people, are entirely fictional.

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Your car pulled up in front of the restaurant’s door. Your security guard got out of the shotgun seat and opened your car door. Everyone started to go crazy when they saw you. The lights of the paparazzi’s camera flicking every millisecond, trying to get a photo of every move you make. There’s security on your left and right, protecting you.

The door to the restaurant opened and there was a receptionist holding a clipboard.

"Y/F/N Y/L/N." You smile as you look at her. Their eyes widen and mouth gaped before gesturing for you to go follow the usher. You took an elevator and got off on the rooftop. You walked in and looked around, amazed at the beauty of the place. There were a lot of tables and booths, some afloat on water. There's a lot of people and caterers walking around with food and drinks.

Everyone is dressed in semi-formal attire which made you sigh in relief for your outfit. You are wearing a sparkly sleeveless jumpsuit that showed off your curves and just a bit of your skin.

As you made your way into the party, there were a lot of familiar faces. Celebrities, actors, athletes. You saw Kika and Pierre in a booth in the middle.

"Show me the ring!" You scream as soon as you see your best friend. She turns around and laughs at you.

"Well, hello to you too!" She giggles as the two of you hug. You pull away quickly to see her left hand. A big diamond rock sitting on her ring finger.

"Wow. You sure have taste, Gasly, I'll give you that." You smirked at Pierre and hugged him too.

"Congratulations, you guys! So, am I a bridesmaid?" You joke at Kika, fluttering your eyelashes. You have been best friends for 3 years now, having met at a Louis Vuitton fashion show during Paris Fashion Week. Since then, you and Kika were inseparable. You both understood and supported each other.

"Cut the crap. You know you're maid of honor." She says smirking.

"Oh my god! I love you so much!" You scream and wrap your arms around her. You’ve never been a maid of honor and somewhere in the back of your mind, a memory clicked. You remembered that you and Kika promised to be each other’s maid of honor.

The couple laughs at your reaction and Kika tells you she’ll set up a meeting soon about the wedding, she’s going to be needing help. You nod right away. The grooms are always no help when planning a wedding. Just then, a guy comes up from behind you and greets them.

"Speaking of, here's the best man!" Pierre walks closer to him and does that guy hug thing. The mysterious man was slightly taller than Pierre and was wearing a white unbuttoned shirt and some khaki shorts. He looked good.

"Charles!” Kika greeted. Charl? Is he French? It's the French that don't pronounce the "s" at the end of their names, right?

He kisses Kika's cheeks while he and Pierre talk a bit in French and laugh. You didn't realize you were staring until Kika introduced you to him.

"Y/N, this is Charles, he'll be Pierre's best man." Kika says and you turn to face him. He kind of has a boyish face but his piercing green eyes and stubble that ran from chin to jaw makes him look mature. He looked gorgeous.

"Hi, I’m Charles." He says while extending his hand. He looks into your eyes while talking to you and you almost melted. You shyly look at your hands and look back again at his eyes, to see that he didn’t remove his gaze. Those eyes. How wonderful it would be to get lost in them.

"I’m Y/N." You smile shyly. You were getting shy. You never get shy. You always had the upper hand and was very confident in yourself when meeting new people. But somehow, someway, you can’t say anything.

You take his hand and shake it. You felt like you were drugged when your hands met. It put you on a high, one you want to be in for the rest of your life.

“So happy to finally meet you. You know, they always talk about you and sing your songs, especially Pierre.” Charles says, to make small talk and show that he is friendly and approachable.

“Oh, does he know? He always says my songs are cheesy.” You say while smirking at Pierre, Kika laughing her ass off. “Although I do have a video of him dancing to You Belong With Me.”

Kika’s eyes widen immediately, and the couple looks at each other. Pierre’s face is red from embarrassment. He exclaims, “You told me you didn’t send her the video!”

While the two bickered, you didn’t notice Charles was now standing closer to you. “You know, I would love to have a copy of that video,” He whispers. He was so close that you could smell his perfume.

Before you could reply, Kika is shoo-ing the guys. “Anyway, me and Y/N are gonna do some girl talk now.”

“Look for me later if you want the video.” You whisper to Charles, and he smirks before leaving with Pierre. Charles turns around and winks at you. It caught you off guard, but you smiled. When he looks away and turns back around, you look at Kika and see she was on her phone. Oh my god. The greatest thing that has ever happened to you and your best friend was on her fucking phone.

Kika looks up on her phone and was about to talk to you when she gets dragged into another booth. She looks at you and mouths, “Later.” But you wave her off, you know you can’t hog the host of the party.

You roamed around the party talking to everyone but Charles. You caught up with Kika’s friends; some you met before, some you haven’t. You got along with the other bridesmaids which erased the worry from the back of your mind that you might not get along.

One group of girls were calling themselves “WAGS” and laughing. It seemed like an inside joke, so you whispered to Kika, “What the fuck is a WAG?” and she laughs.

“Wives and girlfriends of professional athletes.” Your face scrunched up in disgust and she nodded her head. “I know, right?”

Good thing Kika was there to tell you that the girls who were calling themselves WAGS are in a relationship with F1 drivers. Kelly and Max, Carmen and George, Heidi and Daniel, Sara and Lance, Lily and Alex, Louise and Kevin, and Egle and Nico.

Some of Pierre’s single friends did try to hit on you, though. But you brushed them off and established being friends with them when they tried to ask you out.

While talking to everyone, you forgot to count how many shots and drinks you’ve been taking. You realized that you were drunk when as you were going to the bathroom, you didn’t take time to adjust to the dimmed lighting and you missed a step and almost fell. Thankfully, a pair of arms came out of nowhere and caught you.

“Est-ce que ça va, mon amour?" Are you okay, love? Charles. You talked to everyone in this party, and this voice you only heard for five minutes but instantly recognize it. He picks you up and you both try to steady yourself.

“Oui, merci.” Yes, thank you. Based on the context of you falling, you assumed that he asked if you were alright. You giggled as you tried your hardest to copy his accent, even though you were flat out drunk.

You lost your balance again and Charles gently set you down to sit on one of the steps. One of his hands going to the small of your back, careful not to hit your back.

Once you were settled, he squats in front of you, a shocked look on his face. He asks, “Tu parles français?" You speak French?

With the dimmed lighting and how close your faces are, you can see just how perfect his face is. He looks like a god.

“What?” You gave up. Your knowledge of the French language only limited to “yes”, “thank you” and “I love you.”

“You understand?” His Monegasque French accent lingering when he talks in English. His grammar is fucking adorable.

“No, I just know a few phrases from travelling to France.” You smile sheepishly. Leaning your head on the wall, “Is it good, though?”

“Yes, yes. Your accent almost fooled me.” He smiles at you. Your stomach is feeling crazy. Is this what it feels like when they say they “have butterflies in their stomach?” Because this feels like a fucking zoo.

“So, I haven’t seen you all night. Have you been ignoring me?” He asks you. You can’t tell if he’s flirting or if it’s a genuine question.

“Hmmm, maybe?” You took a chance and flirted with him. Pretending like you were ignoring his eyes and then looking at him and laughing.

“Why? What did I do?” He pouts. I think he knows that he’s beautiful. Otherwise, he would not have any confidence in pouting in front of a girl, right?

“Hmm, didn’t I tell you to look for me? And not the other way around?” You reminded him.

“Ahh, yes. My apologies, cheri.” He apologizes. His metallic rings startling your warm skin as he takes your right hand and kisses it. You were shocked, eyes wide.

“Can you forgive me, mon amour?” He takes your left hand and kisses it too. With his puppy eyes, he leans closer, still holding both of your hands near his lips.

“I- I-” He looked so gorgeous; you couldn’t say anything. He caught you off guard and your tongue couldn’t form any word. Your brain having a hard time comprehending what was happening.

You nodded your head and he smiled at you. You knew that he was thinking that he had the upper hand, but right now, while he is holding your hands and his face so close to yours, you didn’t mind.

"Apology accepted, mon amour." You try to copy him. His eyes shine when he hears you talk in his mother tongue.

"I have to ask, do you really want Pierre's video, or do you just want my number?" You smirk at him. You try to catch him off guard but he chuckles and smirks back at you.

"Can't a man have both?"

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vanfleeter · 4 months

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Black Smoke|Carpe Noctem|JTK

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader Warnings: Fluff. Smut. Minors DNI. Fingering. Oral (fem. receiving). Unprotected penetrative sex (always remember to be protected). Author's Note: Back again with another steamy installment of photographer!Jake. Big thanks to @losfacedevil for the encouragement on this one.

Black Smoke Master List

“Is the blindfold really necessary?” You say as Jake helps you out of the car.

His gallery is finally finished after what felt like years, which really was only six months. He’s been putting in the hours of helping renovate the building while simultaneously completing shoots at the studio which left little time for you. Which you didn’t mind because when he did have time for you, it was only about you. He gave his undivided attention. And tonight is one of those nights. The grand opening of his gallery is finally here and he is giving you the first look before it’s filled with people and loud music.

“I want you to be surprised.” He says. You can hear the jingle of keys and the turn of a lock. His hand grabs hold of yours and he guides up the few steps and into the new space. “Okay.. Are you ready?” He asks.

“Yes,” You giggle. “I want to see!”

He unties the blindfold and pulls it away from your eyes. He watches as your jaw slowly falls open making him chuckle. “I take it you like it?”

You nod your head and spin slowly on your heels as you take in the new look of the place. Brick walls, with accented black pillars. A few walls were raised in various spots around the room to give the element of different areas. Small spotlights hang from the ceiling accompanied by a couple fans that are currently spinning slowly. Photos are already hung on the walls. Some from Africa, one of Sam’s engagement photos. A few from Jake’s trip to Costa Rica a few months ago. All of his work was on complete display.

You feel him reach for your hand and pull you through the gallery and around the maze-like walls. “I have one piece left that needs to be hung.” He says. “I was debating whether I wanted to show it or even sell it. I didn’t like the idea of having my girl hanging on the wall in some stranger’s living room.”

He pulls you into the back room and walks over to a large canvas, primarily covered by a black sheet. He carefully pulls the sheet away and reveals the photo he had taken of you in bed in Africa. Half your body is bare and exposed while the other half is hidden beneath the bed sheets.

“Wow..” Was all you could manage to say as you stare at the life size printing of you.

“Show it off.” You say as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Show me off.. Sell it. Because no matter what..” You press your lips to his neck and leave open mouth kisses along his veins. “You get me at the end of tonight.. And every night.” You tug on his hips, pulling him against your body. You can feel his hardening cock pressed against your torso.

“Are you sure?” He asks. “Because I'd be more than happy with only the cheetah photo being on display.”

You nod your head and press your lips to his. He groans against you and crouches down to pick you up and rest you on his waist. He carries you over to the table as you work hastily at unbuttoning his shirt and yanking it out from inside his pants. He sets you down on the table and pushes your dress up your thighs and to your waist before dragging down your lace underwear. He glides his fingers your folds, slowly and at a teasing pace. Your back arches against his body and your head falls backwards.

“Uh uh uh..” He hums as he lifts your head back up. “I want to see your pretty eyes as I fuck you with my fingers.” He captures your lips in a kiss as he pushes his index finger and middle finger past your folds. A breathy moan escapes from you as you clutch tightly to the waistband of his pants. His fingers pump mercilessly in and out of you as he holds your upright with his other hand. His eyes not once lose contact with yours. “Does this feel good?” You moan in response and he chuckles. “I love this pussy so much..” He curls his fingers inside of you causing a high pitched moan to fall from your lips and fill the room. “She’s so warm and feels so good.” He feels your walls clench around his fingers and he smirks, looking at you from beneath hooded eyelids. He continues the fast pumping of his fingers bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Finally, that imaginary rubber band snaps within and that warm and intoxicating feeling washes you. You feel the cool wood of the table beneath your back as he gently lays you back before dropping to his knees between your legs. The warmth of his tongue swipes through your center as he licks up your release. His fingers are dug into the flesh of your outer thigh as his thumbs press circles near your pelvis.

When your high slowly goes away, he backs away and stands back up to his feet. He pulls out a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his suit jacket and uses it to wipe his face off before folding it and using it to clean you up. He sits you back up and helps you back on your feet before guiding your legs through the holes of your underwear and pulling them back up your legs.

He pulls you in for a gentle kiss and tilts your head just slightly backwards. “I’ll find someone to hang the photo.” He says.

The bells jingle out front indicating someone’s arrival. “Jake?” A male’s voice call. “Brother, where are you?”

“In the back!” Jake calls out. “We’ll be right out!”

“We? I don’t even want to know.”

Jake rolls his eyes and makes you giggle. “Come on.”

He takes your hand and leads you back through the gallery and towards the front where Josh stands in front of the elephant calf photo he captured in Africa. He turns around to face the two of you. A wide smile evident on his face.

“Beyond proud of you, Jacob.” Josh says as he claps his hand on Jake’s shoulder.

“Thank you.”

“Tonight is going to be amazing. I’ve already heard this event is completely sold out.”

“Don’t remind me.” Jake sighs.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re nervous,” Josh says. “Come on now, remember what I used to tell you before we’d hit the stage?” Jake nods his head and Josh rests his hand again on Jake’s shoulder. “It’s all going to be great. All you gotta do is stand here and look pretty,” He chuckles. “Although I’m pretty sure Y/N here has got you beat.”

Jake looks over to you and leans slightly to kiss your temple. “Takes a bit of pressure off of me then,” He says.

“Oh hush..” You say playfully pushing him.

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As the night progresses and the place gets filled with a lot of people, you find yourself retreating towards the back and dodging servers as they come out with trays filled yet again with hors-d’œuvres and champagne glasses filled to the brim. Between the loud music and the sea of people, it was beginning to feel a little overwhelming and you needed some air to relax.

And seems like you aren't the only one hiding out from the party. Jake is seated on a couple crates that are stacked up against the wall in the stock room and he’s cracking up a bottle of beer.

“Hiding out are we?” You say.

He lifts his head before scoffing and taking a long drink of the beer. “I wasn’t anticipating so many people,” He says. “There’s a shit ton of people that showed up, most of whom Josh invited.”

“Aw, he’s just being a supportive brother.” You say as you stand behind him and rub your hands over his shoulders.

“Which is great but damn.. I felt claustrophobic out there.”

“You are a little tense.” You say. “Want me to make you feel a little better?”

“And what do you have in mind?”

You walk around to stand in front of him. You grab his hand and stand him up before pulling him to the back office. “Sit..” You say, guiding him into the desk chair. He slumps down and slowly relaxes his body. You walk away to lock the door and come back to rest yourself on his lap. “Soo.. About you being on stage..” You say as your arms around his neck and his hands find their place on your ass. “Were you a stripper?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Not even close..”

“Oh.. Darn.. You would have been a good one..” You trace your finger down the exposed skin of his chest until you reach the waistband of his pants. “I love watching you strip..” You unbutton the rest of his shirt as you lean over to place a kiss on his chest. Unbuttoning his pants, you drag the zipper down and pull him free.

“Baby..” He says as he reaches for your hands. “This chair is pretty old.. I don’t think it can withstand the trauma it is going to endure.”

You giggle and he picks you up and lays you across his desk, pushing nearly everything onto the floor. Just like earlier in the day, he pushes your dress up to your hips and pulls your underwear down your legs. He lines himself up with your entrance and teases it a little, which only makes him whimper himself.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” He says as he slowly pushes himself inside of you. He pushes so deep until he completely bottoms out.

“What if I told you that I’ve been wet like this all night?” You say with a smirk. “Might be naughty of me to admit that I’ve been secretly hoping you would just take me right there in the middle of the room. Let everyone watch.”

“I almost did..” He admits. He begins to rock his hips in slow and languid movements as he holds your firmly within his hands. “I knew I should have made you change your dress.”

“Oh but I thought… Fuck, Jake..” You grab hold of both lapels of his suit jacket and pull him down on top of you. “I thought red was your favorite color on me?”

You yelp loudly as he rams himself roughly and deeply into you. “It is, love.” His breathing grows increasingly rapid as he picks up his speed, pounding so ruthlessly into you. “But tonight… It's about me… But… All eyes.. Fuck.. Have been… On you.” He quickly pulls out of you and drags you off the desk before shoving you into the wall with your ass facing him. He readjusts behind you and pushes right back inside. “I’ve had a couple men ask about you and why you seem to be everywhere…”

“And what did you tell them?”

“That you’re my girlfriend.. And my muse..” He scoffs and pulls out before turning you around. “I think a couple of them were jealous.. But who wouldn’t be? I picked the most beautiful woman..” He nudges your legs apart to stand in between before hoisting you up on his waist and pressing your back against the wall. He thrusts back up into you. His climax is coming soon but he wants you to finish first so he holds back for as long as he can. He feels you clenching around him just a second later. “Come on baby.. Cover me with your sweetness..”

Your high takes over your body and you find yourself gripping his hair tightly in your grasp. He continues to thrust in you until his own release spills out. His chest heaves and his warm breath covers the skin of your chest. Soon he pulls out of you and sets you down carefully in the chair. He retrieves your underwear and helps you put them back on.

A knock comes on the door and Jake quickly fixes his clothes, tucking in his shirt and straightening the color and sliding his jacket back on. He cracks the door open just enough that it’s only him that the person on the other side sees.

“Josh..”

“Can you please keep your dick inside your pants for more than five minutes?” Josh responds. “You need to come back here.”

“Give me like two minutes.”

“No, now.” Josh demands. “Come on, I have this guy that is highly interested in your portrait of Y/N.”

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my-soupy-brain · 5 months

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Next Door Neighbor: Part 3

relationship: Ted Lasso x Reader (F)

warnings: smut smut smut

description: You and Ted finally make it home from your date.

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He drives you both home, parks in his driveway. You laugh to yourself because your house is just next door. Dark, because you’re out for the night like he is.

With him.

He opens the front door and once it’s closed, he’s pulled you back into his arms, kissing you like it’s his last oxygen. You both shuck your coats on the ground, and he walks you backwards, steering you from bumping into things. You still manage to bump into the sidebar behind the couch in the living room, but a little giggle and back to connected lips and you’re on your way to his bedroom.

His bedroom is so very Ted.

Navy blue walls, a big queen-size bed, neatly made with a plaid print duvet. More photos on his shelves. Some laundry in the corner. You take in just enough between kisses to admire and then the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

Ted is gentle when he crawls over you, pushing your back slowly to the mattress, his mustache tickles your neck and you giggle.

“What’s got you gigglin’?” he murmurs to your neck with a smile. He loves the sound of your laugh.

“Ticklish but it’s incredibly, devastatingly sexy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His hands coast down your sides as his lips meet yours again, and you both breathe deep pockets of air through your noses because you refuse to break this kiss.

You arch your body against him when his lips move back to your neck, his hands teasing under your shirt, climbing up your ribs and over your breasts, a low groan from the back of his throat.

When you let out a sensual little moan, Ted smiles as his kisses move lower.

“You sound just like I imagined,” he whispers. “Or, rather, how I heard…”

You pop up and look at him with wide eyes. He looks at you with a smirk.

“Heard…what do…” you ask, remembering that, oh the other night when you…

“Yeah, sugar.”

Your face goes beet red, gulping audibly. “Oh, God…that’s so…”

Ted climbs back up and cups your cheek, looking at you.

“Don’t ya dare say embarrassed. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. Had to get inside and take care of myself, listenin’ to you gettin’ off like that. Almost knocked on your door to lend a hand.”

Your embarrassment turns to a smile.

"Well, next time, you should.”

Ted nods. “Noted, but hopefully I’ll just get to see it live every time.”

He kisses you passionately again, his tongue against yours, and his hands help you remove your top, and your fingers unbutton your shorts to slide them off. He marvels at your body, even the places you don’t find particularly sexy.

“Damn,” he murmurs. “You’re so beautiful.”

When you help him take his shirt off, your fingernails skate up his chest, and back down, making you purr. He loves seeing your reaction as he leans back into you. Your hand teases him between your bodies, fingers working open the belt.

With one motion he sits up, unbuckles with one hand and lets it dangle at his hips. You’re salivating at the sight.

“I’m gonna need you to get down here…” you murmur, your eyes dilated to almost black.

Ted kicks off his pants, climbing back over you. His cock bobbing between his legs, firm and big and red, just as desperate as the puddle you’re making on his sheets. Your hand strokes him a couple times and he’s shaking like a leaf.

“It’s been… a while…” Ted admits, breathless. “I’m about to explode.”

You smile and whisper.

“It’s been a while for me, too. Might be a bit, um, snug…”

Ted’s eyes flash with desire and adoration, knowing how special this moment is for you both. When he leans back in, his tip teases your hole and your hips instinctively buck. He brushes his fingers along you, seeing how wet you are and feeling chuffed that he’s the one making this happen. He uses your slick heat to stroke his cock before leaning in and slowly…

Slowly…

Pushing in.

The fit is tight, and fireworks explode in your nerves from the pressure and pleasure. He leans against your ear quietly, gently.

“You OK, sugar?”

You nod. “I’m divine.”

“Yeah,” he answers, kissing you gently, nibbling on your neck. “You are.”

Your hips pick up a shared rhythm, a perfect harmony. You’ve never been with someone where it feels so…natural…

And where you’re on the verge of coming immediately. Your fingernails drag down his back as you moan for him, your hair spilled across your pillow, your voice carrying just like it did the other night when you were alone.

“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs, uncharacteristically cursing against you. “Fuck, y’feel so good… oh God, I’m already close. I wanna make it last…”

Your breathing increases with each low, husky drawl of his baritone voice against you. When you tremble, and he sees your chest blush, he knows you’re on the edge as close as he is.

His hands grip your hips, your ass, your thigh.

“Jesus, you’re delicious,” he murmurs. “Just…gorgeous…”

“Oh, Ted! Oh, fuck…”

He watches the pleasure etch across your face, your eyes going glassy now and he knows you’re almost there. His thumb meets between your bodies, circling your clit with a gentle warmth and that…

“Oh my God!” you shout, your body releasing a flood against his cock, the sliding getting slicker, wetter, the sounds filling the room. Your nails clutch his back and he leans into you, pushing deeper. Your breathy moans against him send him tumbling after you, his hips stuttering as he releases.

He moans your name when he does, tucking his face against you, his mustache tickling your skin again as your fingers greedily run through his hair.

A moment of breathing, smiles, whispers, gentle kisses.

“I, ah…” Ted starts, looking into your eyes. “I’ve never felt, um, that good before.”

You smile, biting your bottom lip. “Me, too.”

Ted leans in to kiss you gently, his hands running down your body. He can’t stop touching your soft skin, grabbing your fleshy curves.

He leaves the bed to get a washcloth to clean you up, running it between your legs before climbing back in next to you and curling up.

“I guess I should ask, are you a cuddler?” he asks nervously. Ted is. Ted loves to snuggle after making love. It’s something he’s always loved and never…gotten.

You nod enthusiastically. “I am such a cuddler, are you a cuddler?!”

Ted can tell you’re as eager as him, so he pulls you quickly into his warm embrace, leaning you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. Your hand lays on his chest, your ear against him where you can hear him breathe.

“OK, what I just said? About it being the best ever? It’s true. And this just makes it better,” he murmurs, a soft chuckle from his lips.

“Cuddling is so underrated,” you answer, and he laughs, lacing his fingers with yours, raising your hand to his lips to kiss it.

“You ain’t runnin’ off back home, are ya?” he asks, looking down at you. You giggle.

“Only if I have to change out the laundry, but lucky for you, that’s tomorrow,” you offer, laughing at how convenient it is you live next door to each other. “If it’s OK with you, I’m stayin’ right here.”

Ted tightens his embrace. “That’s perfect, I was hopin’ you’d say that.”

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mymainwastoocluttered · 2 years

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Can I ask for a plus sized reader trying to wear Azul's shirt only to need his help getting it off without popping a button? Take your time! And have a wonderful day 💕

Have a wonderful day, Anon, and thanks for the patience! I kinda made it more about putting the shirt than taking off, I hope it is ok?

Chin Up, Buttons Up! (Azul)

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Also, Azul using pet names in (BR) Portuguese. O polvo é brasileiro, pronto falei.

— (⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠)

Azul knows better than anyone how it feels to have no confidence in one self's appearance.

So when his lovely girlfriend—that sometimes he still wonders how in the world he managed to get—sighs wishfully at his shirts, he has a pretty good guess what it is about. Also helps that she had shown him some cute couples she follows on Magicam, and how she had lingered on photos about wearing each other's clothes.

"Azul, I can't–"

"You absolutely can, tesouro. And you'll look stunning like only you are capable of," Azul gently pushes his shirt on her hands, giddy with the prospect of seeing his dear treasure wearing his clothes.

He's a bit possessive, bite him.

(Y/N) looks from his face to his shirt back and forth, looking conflicted, before nodding and accepting the offering. Azul smiles encouragingly before turning around to give her some privacy. He's glad he locked his room's door when he invited her over, this moment will be his and his alone.

Who knows? Maybe he'll be the one dressing her up soon enough.

... maybe he'll be the one undressing her soon enough.

He feels the familiar blush rise to his cheeks, but he doesn't fight it. He's alone with his girlfriend, he's allowed to show a bit of his bashfulness. No eels here to be annoying, or freshmen to doubt his coolness.

"... Done."

The merman turns around quickly, and what greets him is what the world "divine" was created for, he believes. His shirt is tight on (Y/N), showing off her soft curves and rolls, making him want to sink his fingers on her supple flesh and... And even maybe bite her. Mark her with both digits and teeth, mark her his, make her his.

"... Azul?" How can she be so alluring while blushing so cutely? Azul finally understands when Idia says she has a 'high cuteness stats' and Azul has 'cuteness disadvantage'.

"... I need a moment," he covers his face, trying to calm the redness—blueness—before he overheats. Merfolk are not supposed to overheat. They're not really made for it. He might cook from the inside out. Floyd will be the only one happy.

(Ok, maybe that's not scientifically accurate, but humans have history of spontaneous combustion and he'd rather not test if that's true to merfolk human forms.)

"T... That bad?"

"No!" He's quick to answer at her unsure tone, taking large steps so he can finally hug her to his heart's desire. "Not bad. Not bad at all, incredibly good, in fact. I... I'm about to sound like an eel, but I want to bite you. Good bite you."

She giggles, and he's delighted to hear it, kissing her cheeks and then her forehead. They stay like that for some time, enjoying each other's presence. The minutes go by and Azul does not care. In the past, he'd freak out about the waste of time, but now he knows better than to waste time not being with his girlfriend.

"... I should take it off, though. I can't breathe properly, I'm afraid the buttons might pop off if I do."

"Oh, Great Seven."

They separate just in time for one of the buttons to give in and pop off, hitting Azul right on the chest. They both yelp, her because the shirt is now revealing her bra, and him because now he can see her bra.

"I'm sorry!" They both squeak. "What for?"

They blink.

They laugh.

"I'm sorry, Azul..."

"No matter, buttons can be sew back on," he makes sure to keep his eyes on her face and not the hand hiding her chest. What comes out of his mind surprises even him. "Do you... Want help?"

With what, Ashengrotto? Unbuttoning the shirt? He scolds himself in his mind for his boldness. She's more than capable of taking it off by herself. There's no way such simple movements could damage the shirt any more.

"Actually... Yes? I'm afraid that moving too much will make another one fall off..."

Oh, Great Seven.

Judging by her embarrassed expression, she knows exactly what she's doing.

She's not good for his hearts.

(That's a lie.)

(Later on she'll confide in him that she loves the way he looks at her, likes she's the most beautiful person in the world. He'll correct her by saying she's the most beautiful person in all worlds. They'll ignore the twins' giggling behind the door.)

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #anon request #requested #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #plus size reader

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orchid3a · 2 years

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🥂 + Takashi Mitsuya + 41,45

ask game!!

NEED BOYFRIEND NEEDS HELP - M. TAKASHI

✦ pairing ↷ boyfriend!Mitsuya Takashi x girlfriend!f!reader

✦ tws ↷ NSFW, fingering, consensual recording, edging, pet names, a bit of dry humping. lazy beta-reading

✦ note ↷ needy!takashi is my new religion, like writing him so needy for his s/o makes me fawn sob!!!

reblogs and comments are welcomed!!!!!

“Come over, I need you inside me right now.”

You blink your eyes, trying to hold back your smile, it was rare to hear Takashi so desperate and knowing that you are the main cause, it makes your ego grow.

“Taka, where is my ‘Hi angel, do you mind coming to my studio? I need to fall into my deepest and darkest desire, don’t you mind helping me?’ You can do better, pretty boy.”

You hear a groan and giggle, imagining him rolling his eyes, an adorable pout adoring his pretty face.

"Babe, please, come here. I am here all alone in the studio, and I want to be inside my favorite pretty cunt."

"Give me five minutes, pretty boy."

And five minutes later, you and Takashi were making out on the studio’s couch, his hands groping your ass, while you were grinding on his thigh.

“So fucking pretty, angel” he murmurs between a kiss and another, making his way from your lips to your neck. A chuckle leaves your lips, your hands swiftly unbutton his shirt, revealing his pale skin, all blank and ready to be filled with your marks.

“Angel, no need for marking your territory.” Takashi murmurs, chuckling at your pout - “I know, I will be away for a few weeks and that I will be surrounded by models, but no one will ever be like my pretty precious angel.” He finishes pecking your lips.

“I know, but you will be away for too much time.” - You whine, crossing your arms - “There will no one here to pamper me.”

Your words seem to have enlightened your boyfriend, as he grins playfully before pushing you on the couch and getting up.

“Taka? What are you doing?” You ask, looking as he is opening various drawers from his desk.

“I’m searching for something, I want to try a thing” He mumbles, and finally he grins, maybe he found what he needed. On one hand, there is a video-camera, it was a model from a few years ago, sometimes Takashi used it to catch photos for inspiration.

“And what we will do with that, Taka?”

His eyes glint with mischief and lust, but he still doesn’t answer your question, and now you’re ten times more curious.

“I want to film you touching yourself.”

Your eyes widen hearing his proposal, you never ever imagined that your Taka, the so sweet and gentle Takashi, would ever propose something so lustful and promiscuous.

“You want to film me doing what to myself?”

“You heard me well, angel. So what’s your answer.”

Biting your lower lip, you start wondering about his offer, the idea sounds very hot, but you’re embarrassed of touching yourself for the camera.

“If you don’t want, we can wait. I will never force you to do something, you don’t want.” Takashi’s warm voice brings you back to reality, his other hand brushing your hair.

“We can do it.” You murmur, nodding your head, as your boyfriend kisses you deeply.

His hands help yours to remove your shorts and panties.

You adjust yourself, slowly opening your legs, as Takashi turns on the camera, zooming on your pussy.

“Don’t worry, angel, I will not record your face.” He says, then he makes a sign to start.

You take a breath, as you start tracing your folds, still not entering, you decide to tease yourself, like Takashi always did.

After teasing for a while your pussy, you start pumping in and out two fingers, at a steady pace, while your other hand starts bullying your neglected clit.

Your head falls back, and you moan his name, closing your eyes, increasing your pace. In your mind, Takashi is the one who is making you whimper and moan, not your hand.

“Fuck, angel! You should see your pretty pussy, so fucking pretty.” He exclaims as his hand switches place with yours, now he is finally touching you.

“ ‘S s-so close! P-Please Taka, make me cum!” You cry out rolling your hips, and you can hear him chuckling, his fingers speeding up their pace.

And Takashi will make you cum, how he can deny you that? Especially after the show you gave him, he needs to reward you. How? Making you cum so hard that you will only think about him.

Your orgasm hit you so hard and moaning, you came, your thighs twitch as you lay on the couch, trying to catch your breath.

Then, you feel him peppering your face with soft kisses, you giggle and kiss him.

“Hope, you aren’t too tired… I want to try something with this camera.” He murmurs and you grin in response.

“Me too, Taka… We have to record material for the weeks.”

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therealmsdelulu · 10 months

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hm how bout something based off the song “don’t forget about us” by mariah carey where the reader and jonah dated for a couple years but eventually broke off…fast forward to now on one night where jonah shows up at the reader’s door regretting he moved on with his current gf and the reader shows him not to forget about what they had *wink wink* 🤭 (sorry this was too long-)

Don’t Forget About Us

Summary: Reader and Jonah broke up a while ago. Jonah got a new girlfriend but can’t get over what him and the reader had. Inspired by “Don’t forget about us” by Mariah Carey.

A/N: This is lowkey horrible, didn’t really know how to wrte the whole Ex’s to Lovers trope so please bare with me lol. Sorry this took so long.

Warnings: A little spicy towards the end.

Pairing: Jonah x Blk!reader

You and Jonah broke up about 7 months ago. Having dated for 3 years it was a very difficult break up. You couldn’t deal with his constant leaving, of course you knew his job before the two of you got together but you didn’t expect him being gone so often.

You were scrolling through instagram when you came across a picture of Jonah and a girl who looked creepily similar to you. “He clearly has a type,” you mumbled to yourself before liking the photo with the intention of being petty.

You decided you had better things to do than stalk your ex’s instagram so you got up and made yourself something to eat before sitting down on the couch and binge-watching your favourite show.

Your attention was diverted from the TV when you heard a knock on your door. You sighed before getting up from your comfortable position on the couch and opened the door to see Jonah standing in your doorway.

“What are you doing here,” you asked, a hint of confusion in your tone.

“I needed to see you,” he claimed. “Can I come in?” he asked hopefully and you moved to the side so that he could enter.

“Won’t your girlfriend be expecting you?” you asked cocking an eyebrow at the man in front of you.

“We broke up,” he informed you.

“You’re quick,” you remarked. “It’s been what 3 months and you’re already calling things off,” you asked teasingly.

“Every time I see you, I pretend I'm fine,” Jonah said. "I wanna reach out to you,” he admitted, "But I turn and I walk and I let it ride."

"I must confess, we were bigger than anything” you said as you walked closer to Jonah. "Remember us at our best,” you told him as you inched closer to him. "And don't forget about late nights, playing in the dark, and waking up inside my arms,” you whispered, reminding him of all the good memories you had created together.

"You'll always be in my heart,” Jonah confessed and he looked down at him smiling softly.

"I can see it in your eyes you still want it,” you added taking note of the way he was looking at you,"So don't forget about us"

“You know,” Jonah began as he returned the smile, "Nothing can compare to your first true love.”

You smiled at his words before gently cupping his face. “I’m glad you finally realized,” you teased and he put his hand up to reach yours.

“I think I really want to kiss you right now,” he whispered looking into your eyes for permission.

“Well I won’t stop you,” you claimed as he began to lean in and kiss you, his hands finding their familiar spot on your waist. The kiss wasn’t rushed, it was slow and passionate just like how they used to be.

“I really missed you,” he said quietly, his hands traveling lower down your body.

“Just me or did you miss something else,” you teased as you felt his hands travel lower and lower.

“Why don’t I just show you,” he suggested as he looked down at you and began to unbutton his shirt.

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saucy-sassy-sparkly · 1 year

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Moments: Six

Pairings: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: ~8k

Warnings: A little of everything: smut, fluff, angst, language, alcohol.

Note: As usual, the italics are flashbacks. I tried to give us some tidbits of the time they’ve been together without writing out six months! Bolds are text. I’m aware that the timeline in the real world of movie releases and shooting is off; it’s a work of fiction so I manipulated things to work in my favor… or I was as vague as possible to avoid anyone noticing.

This got filthier each time I came back to it. I’m not sorry; I’m into these two horndogs.

Moments Masterlist

2014: Washington DC (6 months together)

Chris: flight just landed, see you soon Y/N: 💋can’t wait to see you Chris: hope you didn’t make plans… Y/N: get here quick or i’ll start without you

Y/N hit send on the last message and then stared at the last picture she’d taken. She was heavily debating sending it to him. It had been two very long months since they’d seen each other and both Chris and Y/N were very open about how they planned to spend at least half of their time together.

She took a deep breath and attached the picture. It was simple and tasteful should it fall into the wrong hands, but did not leave a whole lot to the imagination. It was Y/N’s reflection in her floor-length mirror, sitting on the end of her bed in one of his flannels that she’d stolen the last time she saw him; the shirt was all the way unbuttoned and she had nothing on under it. She’d artfully draped the bottom of the shirt across her thighs to cover herself… but she was quite pleased with it.

Chris: i’m in public 🥵️ Y/N: seems like a you problem

She giggled to herself before standing up from the end of the bed. She examined herself from several angles before deciding to simply turn her back to the mirror and drape her arm over the top of her head, making the flannel rise and expose the curve of her ass; she smirked over her shoulder into the mirror. She hit send and was not surprised when she got another immediate response.

Chris: bunny, i’m wearing sweats Chris: this is cruel

Y/N didn’t respond to those, opting instead to saunter into the living room of her condo while she buttoned 2-3 of the buttons on the shirt and then poured herself a glass of wine. Once she was tucked under a blanket on the sofa, she flipped her phone back open and went to one of her albums of photos she and Chris had taken together or sent to each other in the six months together.

They weren’t all scandalous, but plenty of them were. She scrolled quickly through several of him shirtless in low-slung sweats or his boxer briefs; she didn’t need any help riling herself up right now. Y/N slowed down when she got to the last time she’d visited him in LA two months ago. The LA trip was four months into their relationship but was the first chance for her to see the Hollywood side of Chris.

LA: 4 months together

Chris stretched luxuriously in his California king, the sunlight glowing behind the drawn curtains. He blinked open slowly, reaching towards the other side of the bed to pull Y/N’s warm body closer to his. When his hands came up empty and he found her space cold and empty, he fluttered his eyes all the way open and forced himself to sit up.

It was barely 7a, but he knew his little east coast girl had probably been awake for hours. She’d been at his LA home for three days and couldn’t seem to get acclimated to the time difference. Chris started to push himself out of bed when he heard the creak of the floorboards and looked up to see Y/N tiptoeing back into the room with two mugs in hand. He watched her use her elbows to try to push the bedroom door closed again and couldn’t help but laugh at her face when she used too much force and the door closed with a loud thud.

“Sorry, babe, did I wake you?”

“I was just coming to find you,” he took the cup of coffee from her and turned to put it on the nightstand, “how long have you been up?”

Y/N crawled back into bed and Chris took note of the way his ratty old Adidas t-shirt she was in made her look so effortlessly sexy. “About two hours,” she said sheepishly as she accepted his open arms and snuggled into him.

“Not bad this time! By the time you leave, you’ll be sleeping until 9,” he grinned and kissed the top of her head. She’d tucked herself into his side and hitched her leg up over his hip. He held his arm around her shoulder while she played with the hair on his chest and his other hand came to rest on her knee. A silence fell over them while they both took at the moment. Being next to each other, being able to touch each other and hear the other's breathing was a rare commodity and this moment was precious. In their four months together, they’d managed to visit each other several times and spoke on FaceTime most days– sometimes just for a quick five-minute call and sometimes for hours.

“What time do the festivities start today?”

Chris sighed and shifted in bed enough to reach his coffee and take a long sip, “you mean the chaos?”

“Aren’t you excited?”

He snorted, setting his coffee back down and readjusting her so she was as tightly wrapped around him as possible; he couldn’t get enough of her weight pressed against him and her heartbeat tapping against his skin. “This is the part of my job I really loathe.”

Y/N was silent, letting him gather his thoughts, and eventually, he continued, “I love acting, I love bringing a character to life and making people happy. I love telling these stories. But I hate the cameras flashing and the microphones in my face and the same question from ten different people and making sure I don’t fuck up in an interview.”

“That does seem stressful,” her fingers were now tracing his tattoos, “and there is no way to avoid any of that?”

He shrugged, jostling her body slightly, “it comes with the territory. I just wish you could be there.”

She lifted her head and looked at him carefully, “Why? I thought your team said it was a bad idea.”

“I shouldn’t have told you that,” he sighed heavily, “it’s not a bad idea. It’s just a risk because of the attention that’ll fall on you if you walk the red carpet with me or you’re seen holding my hand at the after-party. And believe me, I wouldn’t let you out of my arms if you were with me.” He ran his fingers up her spine, lifting the shirt she was wearing and exposing her backside. “But I want you there. You’re just… you make me…” he let the words hang heavily in the air between them while he stared at her. Then he finished, “I’m calmer when I’m with you.”

Chris’s hand ran back down her back and settled on her ass, squeezing it gently before offering a playful slap. It made Y/N yelp and pull away, “Christopher!” She moved to sit up but he was faster– he rolled himself on top of her, the sheet that had been covering his naked body slid away and he settled himself in between her legs. He trailed kisses across her neck while his hands pushed the shirt up her body to expose her breasts and kneed one in his hands. He moved his face towards her lips to kiss her but instead of moaning as she often did when his hands were on her, she made a noise of disgust. “Evans, I love you, but your morning breath is on another level, go take care of that, and then we can pick this up.” She laughed, pushing at his chest but he was frozen above her, his eyes wide.

“What?”

Y/N made a face, “no one has told you your breath smells? C’mon, Hollywood, even you’re not immune.”

“No, you said…” He was gaping at her, still holding a breast in one hand and anchoring his weight with the other. He was breathing his morning breath directly on her face, making her squirm, but he didn’t care. He needed to be sure he’d heard her right. He needed to be sure this was happening.

“What did I–OH!” Her brain caught up to her mouth and she realized what had come tumbling out. She felt heat creep up her neck and cheeks and her hands flew up from where they’d been on his chest to cover her face.

Gently, he rearranged his body to cradle her head in one hand and use the other to pry her hands away from her face. Begrudgingly she let him. “I’m going to kiss you now, bad breath or not.”

“You are?” Her voice was small and she held her bottom lip between her teeth. “Are you sure?”

“I love you too, Y/N,” Chris grinned at her before slotting his lips across hers and kissing her, pushing his tongue into her mouth– but that was where she drew the line.

“Okay seriously, toothbrush, we can make out after.” He chuckled as he rolled off of her and sauntered into the ensuite. Y/N watched his ass as he left and he knew it; he threw a wink over his shoulder and wiggled it at her before closing the door behind him. She pulled the covers up over her face and squealed.

Once he was back out of the bathroom, he crawled back across the bed and sprawled on his back, pulling Y/N on top of him to kiss her while she was pressed against him. He pulled her shirt over her head and moved her body up so she hovered over his face and he could slowly, painstakingly feast on her. Before she could hit her high, she pulled off of him, turned around, and slid down his body to take him in her own mouth. He kept working her over, adding his fingers inside of her or using his hands to pull her apart. She continuously had to stop her work to breathe heavily or let out a low moan before returning to him.

Y/N crashed over the edge first, again needing to pause to cry out and pant heavily before finishing him off and collapsing on top of him. She was well aware of her glistening sex directly in his face but she didn’t care. She was so content and relaxed feeling their bodies pliant and pressed together.

All too fast, Chris’s alarm went off to remind him that his team would be arriving soon to do all the prep for premier day. After a shower together, she sat beside him, watching him prep for questions, be primped and poked and prodded, and then he dragged out to the waiting town car- not before a searing kiss- and leaving her alone in his beautiful, huge home.

It made her sad. She knew it was to protect her and her privacy, but she didn’t want it anymore. They’d been photographed before and speculations had flown around before dying down. Chris was cavalier and handsy in public, always with a hand in her back pocket, on her waist, a kiss on her cheek or forehead or lips. It wasn’t a secret they were together- even if it hadn’t been officially confirmed by his team- and it made her sad to be left behind for such a big moment.

Chris text her from the car, then even from inside the theater- he missed her, needed her presence, and couldn’t wait to have her on the red carpet with him someday. Yet she still couldn’t shake her growing sadness and questioned if this would work. If his team would always get the final say. She’d commit to him for life tomorrow if he asked, but she couldn’t do it if it came with all these rules. It didn’t help that she’d taken Chris’s team up on a few drinks while he got ready- something he usually did- and once he left, she opened a bottle of wine.

She allowed herself to wallow and her anxiety to spike while she snuggled into the couch and drank more. She turned her phone off and left it on the kitchen counter, opting to give herself a full drunken pity party and watch old episodes of Gilmore Girls.

The front door slammed and startled Y/N; she sat up quickly and pulled the blanket over her head- as if that would stop an intruder.

“Y/N!” Chris’s voice barked from the front door. She could hear his footsteps in his dress shoes but opted not to take the blanket off of her or respond to him. She just slithered back down. She heard him come to a stop and would’ve bet money his hands were on his slim hips. He repeated his name softer- he was standing over the sofa.

“What.”

“Your last text said ‘maybe I should go home’ and then you didn’t respond again. For 45 minutes. I was worried you actually left, so I came home.”

The blanket was still over her but she shrugged and then hiccuped.

“Are you alright?” She could hear his voice dripping with barely hidden anxiety.

“No.”

“What’s going on baby?” The couch cushions shifted when his weight sat next to her. His hand was heavy on her hip as he pulled the blanket away from her face. He stifled a laugh when he saw her hiccuping and clearly drunk; she was adorable. “Babe?” He prompted again.

“I’m hungry.”

He was grinning. She didn’t need to look at him to know that, “is that the problem? You’re hungry? I can feed you.”

“You don’t have what I want,” she stuck out her bottom lip and whined.

“I’ll go to the store and get you whatever you want.”

“Why would you do that? You’re a movie star who’s too important for me and I’m not good enough to be with. Why would you bother going to the store for me? Aren’t you supposed to be at some fancy Hollywood party?”

He sighed, “is that what this is about honey?”

She was crying. She wasn’t even aware of it through her hiccups and snot, but she nodded weakly. Chris pulled her gently by the shoulders and dragged her up and into his lap.

“Baby, I fucked this up. I should’ve pushed for you to come. Tonight should’ve been with you by my side. I’m proud of you and I love you and I shouldn’t have let it pan out this way. Hey,” he jostled her, using his forefinger and thumb to tilt up her chin. “You are the most important person in my life. It’s been four months but I know I’m going to marry you. You’re it. You should’ve been there tonight. I’m so sorry it made you feel like you aren’t good enough for me. You’re so far out of my league, baby,” he kissed her nose and her cheeks, and her forehead. Using his thumbs, he tenderly wiped tears away and kissed her lips gently. “Talk to me, Y/N.”

She was quiet while she tried to calm down her blubbering.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you’re killing me. Please talk to me.”

She tucked her face into his chest and mumbled against his Dolce suit. If she’d been sober, she would’ve spent far more time admiring him in his dapper outfit for the evening. His hair was growing back and his Cap muscles were still intact and required his suit to be perfectly tailored to his sinewy body. But alas, she was far from sober and burrowed deeper into his chest. He pulled her away and asked her to repeat herself and she said, “I really want a Cinnamon bun.”

Chris's guffaw echoed across the room and reverberated through both of them. He patted her hips, kissed the top of her head, and moved her off of him, “I’ll get you a cinnamon bun.” He started to stand up, “do you want to come to the store with me Bun?”

“Bun?” Y/N looked up at him as she climbed off the sofa and followed him to the bedroom where he changed out of his handsome shout and into sweats. Her eyes tracked his quick movements and before she knew it, he was pulling her by the hand back out of the bedroom and to the garage.

“My drunk little Cinnamon bun. My sweet bunny,” he laughed again as he held the car door open while she climbed in, “I think it’s a good nickname for you. I poured my heart out and you asked me for pastries. I don’t want to forget this moment, so you’ll forever be my cinnamon bunny.”

In the morning, the tabloids and online outlets all had various headlines and photos from their late-night grocery run: Chris Evans Bails on Marvel Premiere to Grocery Stop with Girlfriend. Needless to say, his team was furious with both of them, Y/N was very hungover, but when Chris answered each phone call in the aftermath, he started the same way: “Confirm it. She’s not going anywhere.” She continued to scroll through those visit photos and then entered more photos that had been sent during their time apart, more shirtless, more from bed, more that made her heart race, and then got to the pictures from her second Prague visit, just about three months into their relationship. They’d gone sightseeing, they’d been to dinner together, and they’d been able to be a normal couple in the early stages of a relationship while they could remain inconspicuous tourists to most people.

Chris had taken several days off of shooting to take her to museums and on dates, to spend one whole rainy day together in his hotel room, and to introduce him to some of the people he was working with. By that point, they’d hit a rhythm and had gotten to know each other much better. They were calling most days and spending hours on the phone. No matter how tired they were, they always made the time to call– it was new and exciting– and Y/N had never known that phone sex could truly be so good… especially when a delivery had arrived at her front door containing something that he could manipulate from an app in Prague.

Between Y/N’s two trips to Prague was Chris's trip back to the states for a two-week break from filming. He’d spent the first week at home in Boston visiting with his parents, his sisters, and his brother for a while…

DC: 2 months together

Chris finished loading the last of the dishes in his mother’s dishwasher before he grabbed another beer and headed back to join his family at the table. They were in the middle of a conversation about town gossip, as they always tend to fall into when the siblings are all back together when he sat down between his mom and brother.

The lull in conversation allowed Scott to start a new topic with a smirk on his face, “So Chris,” he leaned back in his chair, partially in a show of casual confidence and partially to get further away from Chris’s swatting distance, “any special lady in your life?”

Chris couldn’t stop the blush that covered his face; Scott knew damn well what he was doing. He was Chris’s confidant and knew all about Y/N. Hell, he’d been on the phone when they’d finally connected and then called incessantly the day after to find out all the details. He’d given them easily while Y/N showered and hung up quickly for fear of her catching him gushing just hours into their relationship.

He clenched his teeth and glared at his brother over his shoulder but the damage was done: his mom and sisters were at full attention now. “Chris?”

“I just– she is– we’ve been–” Chris stuttered several different responses and dropped his head, rubbing his still closely shorn hair. He took a swig of beer and then sat back in the chair, taking the opportunity to smack Scott across the chest before looking at the women around the table. “Yes.”

With practiced composure, all three of them nodded but were clearly bursting with questions. Lisa spoke first, “what’s her name?”

“Y/N.”

“Where did you meet her?”

“Prague.”

“No you didn’t,” Scott piped up, clearly loving this moment.

“Shut up,” he grunted. “We reconnected in Prague. I met her in…” he hesitated; where should he even start this story? How much energy did he have to expend on this right this second? Assuming they stayed together– and he hoped like hell they did– it would all come out, but did they have to know all the pieces right now? “I’ve known her for a while.”

“Is it someone we know?”

“Yes!” Scott piped up. “I mean you know of her.”

“So no one we’ve met before,” Lisa prodded, “how long have you been seeing her?”

“Two months, but it’s been mostly long distance. We’re still figuring things out.”

“Does she live in Prague?”

Chris shook his head, “no, she lives in DC.” Shit. He’d said too much.

Carly’s eyes widened as she processed, “you don’t have to work next week, do you?”

“No,” he said quietly, avoiding his mother’s eye contact; he’d told his family that even though he had two weeks off, he had to spend the second one in DC to work on some promotions for the latest Captain America… which wasn’t entirely untrue. He did have one meet and greet while he was there. But he’d scheduled that after he knew he was going to visit Y/N. “I’m spending the week at Y/N’s before I head back.”

“Is it serious?” Lisa asked quietly. She watched her oldest son’s face; everything about him was different. He was lighter– he had been from the moment he’d walked in the house today and every phone call she’d had with him in months. He was more clear-headed, he was calmer, he was happier. Lisa knew, even if Chris didn’t, that this woman would be different for him.

He nodded, “I think this is it,” he voiced to the quiet table. It was the first time he’d said it out loud but he’d been thinking about it since he woke up with her the very first morning. The way his heart swelled being near her and his chest ached with the need to talk to her every day, to know what she was thinking and wearing and had eaten for breakfast. He could hardly sleep if he hadn’t talked to her and even then he slept better when she was with him– he’d never had that before. He, quite frankly, didn’t always like to share a bed with someone for more than a night or two, but he craved her touch and her laugh, and hearing her voice soothe the voices in his head.

The moment was broken when Chris’s phone started to vibrate on the table and Scott snatched it before Chris could. “Look who it is!”

“Scott, c’mon, man,” Chris held out his hand to his brother who had jumped up from the table and was wiggling the phone at Chris where Y/N’s ID picture– the two of them in his trailer in Prague taken by one of his co-stars– was on the screen trying to FaceTime.

Scott stuck his tongue out at his brother. Then he turned the phone to face him, swiped across the screen, and grinned at Y/N, “hey sweetheart!”

Chris heard Y/N’s laugh, “Hi Boo, are you tormenting my boy?” Just the sound of her voice made Chris’s knees weak and he knew he was grinning. It didn’t matter how angry he was with his stupid brother, just knowing she was right there made him melt.

“He makes it too easy!”

“Be nice to him, I like him, and I owe you a broken ankle.” Chris barked a loud laugh and Scott shrugged with another smirk. The sisters and their mother exchanged confused looks.

“I’ll try,” Scott moved further away from Chris who was stalking toward him. “Do you want to talk to him?”

“Yes, please.” Y/N’s sweet voice was killing Chris; he needed to see her face too.

“Scott, give him the phone,” Lisa finally chimed in when she took in Chris’s mixture of smitten, love-dumb puppy and enraged brother.

“Fine,” he sighed and stopped moving, allowing Chris to stride across the room and snatch the phone away while Scott yelled, “but I think he should introduce you to everyone since we’re all here!”

“There’s my girl,” Chris practically cooed when he got the phone in his hands and started to head toward the back porch. “I miss you, baby.”

“You’re with your whole family? I can call you back. I just missed you too. I hadn’t talked to you since you landed yesterday and I needed to see your face,” she was in her living room– still the same one he’d stormed out of three years ago– and was sitting by the windows. He could see a glass of wine on the window sill behind her; her hair was piled on top of her head and she was in a sweatshirt and her glasses. “Now that I’ve seen you, that'll give me enough to tide me over. Go hang with your family.”

Chris still hadn’t made it across the house and to the back door, so everyone was, of course, listening. Lisa grinned at Scott and whispered, “do we like her? I think we like her right?”

Scott nodded vigorously, “we love her. She’s good for him.” Then to his brother, he yelled, “Mom wants to meet her!”

“Scott!” Lisa looked scandalized and turned to Chris, “do not make that girl talk to me, that is not fair to put her on the spot like that.”

“I’m fine!” Y/N yelled back through the phone and then to Chris, “if you’re okay with it, I’d love to talk to your mom.”

Chris glanced from her to his mom, sisters, and brother, waiting anxiously at the table, and then back to Y/N. He turned his back on his family and whispered to the beautiful woman on the phone, “are you sure?”

“Only if you’re okay with it.”

The smile that spread across Chris’s face was so huge that it actually hurt. He nodded as he walked back to the table and Y/N heard the scrape of a chair while Chris shuffled. He propped his phone up on an empty bottle of wine on the table and Lisa came into the frame, taking in Y/N for the first time; Y/N waved happily and greeted her before Chris was even settled next to Lisa in the frame.

45 minutes later, Chris wasn’t sure why he’d even hesitated. Y/N had chatted easily with Lisa, asking questions and easily laughing with her; his sisters waited a whole 10 minutes before they were clambering around the phone, shoving like classic siblings to try to get closer to the phone. Eventually, they moved to the living room and took to just passing Y/N around the room to talk to people with Chris trailing her and plopping down beside whoever was speaking.

Finally, after Carly and her family had left and they’d all talked enough, he yanked the phone away from Shanna and made it out to the back patio where he walked far enough into the yard to be sure he wouldn’t be overheard. “Hey baby,” he intoned, enjoying the moment for just them. “Thanks for that.”

“They’re delightful,” she offered genuinely, taking a sip of wine and then trying to stifle a yawn, “I’m glad I can put faces to names.”

“They adore you already,” he clicked over to the texts that were coming in on the family chat– the approval messages were flying in quickly with how adorable she was, how genuine she seemed, how much they hoped she could meet her, Lisa even suggesting Thanksgiving or Christmas. He smiled at the messages and then went back to Y/N, “Mom wants to see you for the holidays. Fuck, I can’t wait to wake up on Christmas morning with you. We can be here, we can be in DC, we can be in Puerto Rico, I don’t care. I just can’t wait to be with you more, baby.”

“I can’t either,” she mused quietly, her heart swelling as she listened to him talk about the future. The holidays were months away and he wanted to be with her as much as she wanted to be with him. They talked about the future in passing but this moment– after meeting his family– felt more concrete. This was it. He was it. He was the one. She listened to Chris continue to talk about potential holiday plans and smiled at him, offering encouragement and trying not to be too distracted in her daydreams of their future.

“You’re tired,” he said eventually when he saw her rub her eyes and watched her eyelids droop, “you should get some sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”

“You’ll have my undivided attention, I promise,” she blew him a kiss, “but you’re right, I need some sleep. Today was long.”

“I can’t wait to kiss you,” Chris didn’t attempt to hide the longing in his voice as he continued, “I just want to kiss you every day for forever, baby. Goodnight.”

They hung up and continued to check in via phone the rest of the week– albeit less frequently than usual so that Chris could spend some real quality time with his family. By the time Tuesday rolled around, Y/N was buzzing with excitement. Chris would be here by dinner time.

He’d insisted that she not pick him up from the airport– that he could easily take a cab– but she refused, even parking and walking in to wait at baggage claim. She bounced on her feet and played with her scarf while she paced and waited.

Eventually, the carousel started to flash the flight number and passengers gathered. She strained her neck and waited for his familiar public personal- hat, shoulders hunched, moving quickly- and spotted it quickly. He was behind a couple who was ambling, arm in arm, and she could tell he was debating between steamrolling by them and letting them be.

He was too far to yell, so she pulled out her phone- seeing that his was in his hands- and sent a simple im in a red scarf by the benches text. She watched him check it when it buzzed in his hand and then look up from under the brim of his hat to scan the room.

When they finally made eye contact, she felt like a racehorse waiting to be released. She knew he wouldn’t want to draw attention to himself but Y/N was coursing with adrenaline and need. She was trembling with excitement and so relieved when he broke into a grin and jogged around the couple to get to her.

To her absolute shock, he dropped his backpack, leaned forward, and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. Chris planted a very public, very emotion-filled kiss on her lips right there in the middle of Dulles baggage claim. She tucked her legs up behind her when he lifted her off the ground. He finally set her down and slid his hands into the back pocket of her jeans, giving her a quick squeeze before moving his hands to her hips and kissing her once more.

Chris knew his team would get wind of it- someone would snap a photo- and they’d be posted online and everyone would be pissed that they had to scramble.

He didn’t give a shit. She was his and she was back in his arms and he didn’t care who knew.

During his DC visit, he’d stayed mostly tucked away in her apartment, leaving to go to the gym or grab groceries, but enjoying the time relaxing at Y/N’s. She’d taken a couple of days off of work but not the whole week, so they spent a week of domestic bliss in the honeymoon phase. They’d wake up together, eat breakfast in bed, and shower together before she’d head off to work. When she got home, he’d have a simple dinner ready for her and listen to her day; he’d talk about his script and they’d run lines together. They’d finish the evening wrapped up together before falling asleep skin to skin.

And finally, she scrolled back enough in her photos to get to that first week. That first week of sex and room service. They had very few pictures from those early days– Chris had a few on his phone that no one but him could ever see– as they’d spent every minute that he wasn’t at work in his room. She’d kept her room for an additional two nights before Chris told her to cancel it and stay in his suite, to save the money and the time pretending that she’d ever sleep there again. Chris went to work, twice taking her on set to watch, and she wandered the city during the day. She’d head back to the hotel in the afternoons, usually arriving just in time for Chris to burst in the door and pounce on her. It didn’t seem to matter how exhausted he was from a day of arduous, physical scenes, he was always always ready for her. He’d taken her apart in every way possible in that short week together; she was glad they didn’t have all day together or there was no way she’d have been walking by her flight home the next Friday.

The slow scroll through their memories had taken her almost twenty minutes and she was startled when her phone buzzed in her hand.

Chris: 10 minutes

Y/N sent a quick reply and then a deep breath. Her nerves always spiked right before she saw him. The butterflies in her stomach and anticipation rising made her have to work to calm down. She took another sip of wine and went to the fridge to check if the beer she’d bought was cold enough. She then padded back to her en-suite to brush her teeth and check her makeup once more.

By the time the downstairs buzzer went off, she was pulsing with excitement and practically sprinted across the apartment to let him in. The last three minutes were the longest while she waited for him to climb the stairs and get to her. She was afraid to open the door in just the flannel- she didn’t need her neighbors catching a glimpse of too much- but she couldn’t decide where to be when he arrived. She was headed back towards the sofa when the knob turned and Chris called, “honey, I’m home,” and she couldn’t stop herself from running back across the room and into his arms. He kicked the door shut while she covered his face in kisses and he dropped his luggage to pull her against him.

“Hi, baby,” she cooed when she finally stopped kissing him long enough to look at his handsome face. “I missed you.”

“I’m all yours for 48 whole hours,” he grinned. His hands were already unbuttoning the handful of buttons she’d fastened; hers were already at his waist, yanking at the sweats he’d flown in.

“Get them off,” Y/N gasped between open mouth kisses he trailed across every bit of skin within reach. “Stop distracting me,” she whined, pulling back far enough to firmly grasp the waistband of his pants and shove them down. He kicked off his pants and shoes in one movement, only stumbling slightly but recovering to manhandle Y/N by the hips to press her chest against the back of the door.

Chris’s hands seemed to be everywhere at the same time while his lips trailed over her neck and shoulders, sucking licking, and kissing. His hands grasped handfuls of her ass, massaging and squeezing it more aggressively than he intended and unintentionally pushing her against the door; when her breath caught and he caught her eye over her shoulder, he squeezed roughly again and leaned in to murmur in her ear.

“Want a little roughhousing, bunny?”

Y/N mewed and pushed her ass back into his hands.

“Oh really,” his chuckle was dark and he slowed his movements, easing the pressure of his hands and trailing them up under the flannel and eventually pulling it off her shoulders. It drifted to the floor beside them next to his sweatpants, shoes, and luggage.

It wasn’t lost on Y/N that anyone walking down the hallway of her building could hear them pressed up against it, rattling the hinges, but she couldn’t get enough of his touch. His hands were soft and light trailing back down her shoulders, over the back of her ribs, to her hips, and finally landing with a rough smack on her ass before smoothing it over. She gasped and felt herself push into his hands again; his other hand raised off her other cheek and he landed another spank and another soothing rub, this time including a kiss as he knelt behind her.

Chris tilted her hips up and out, exposing her to him. She glistened in front of him and he used his hands to slowly pull her apart, his fingers sliding carefully through the slick. From this angle, he could see her clench and unclench around nothing. He was rock hard and his mouth watered when he took a hot lick up the center, continuing to trail up her lower back and spine to her neck, his tongue trailing across her skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. When he was standing again, his full weight leaning against the door frame and Y/N’s body, his tongue ending its travel at her earlobe and changing over to nibbling on her soft skin.

Without a word, just the sound of both of their heavy breathing, he rutted against her, his boxer briefs still a barrier between them but his bulk rubbing deliciously against her, the cotton dampening with each thrust. “I want to taste you, babe, but I need you so badly.”

“Please fuck me, Chris, please,” she was whimpering, frantically rocking her hips back into him. Y/N kept one hand on the door, bracing her weight and the other reached back to blindly grasp for the band of his briefs. She turned over her shoulder to look at him, “please, now, Chris.” She was still trying to get his shorts off and he finally stepped away from her and dropped them quickly. She turned in the process and stepped forward and taking his length in her hands before he was entirely undressed. She pumped him slowly, the way she’d come to know he liked it, squeezing and twisting her wrist occasionally as she did.

“Fuck,” he groaned, grasping the back of her head and pulling her towards him for a dirty kiss.

“Please,” was her only response, pumping faster and starting to drop to her knees. Chris stopped her and pulled her off of him, using both hands to turn her by the hips to face the kitchen island. Their hands now interlaced, he leaned forward, his chest pressed to her back, and held her hands to the marble. The tip of his nose rubbed the back of her neck, and she sighed, “don’t be gentle, Chris.”

He hummed in response, making sure her hands were planted against the counter before again dropping to his knees behind her and again pulling her open, tasting her briefly, getting her bucking against his face before he stood up and plunged into her without preface. He paused at her gasp, allowing her a moment to adjust; with his chest pressed to her back, his fingers laced with hers, her head was able to fall back against his shoulder. When she murmured, “move, baby,” he did as she asked, setting a punishing pace and force. Although it was better than pressed against the door leading to the hallway, her kitchen was still quite close to the hallway; anyone walking could hear their dirty, lewd moans and the sounds of skin slapping.

Chris didn’t have to reach around to play with her clit; she came fast and hard without it, surprising both of them– and he pushed her towards another. He clenched his teeth and moved his hands away from hers to hold her hips steady. Y/N braced her whole body against the counter and met him thrust for thrust, fucking herself back on him. The second time she came, she’d used her own hands on herself while his fingers squeezed bruises on her hips. After her second climax, he came with– quite literally– a roar and pumped his seed into her.

His body weight slumped against hers on the counter and she turned over her shoulder to lazily kiss his cheek and stroke his neck. “I love you and I miss you,” she told him quietly, enjoying the moment of their bodies still connected and their breathing in sync as they came down.

“I love you,” he kissed her shoulder, “and I miss you,” he kissed her neck, “and I think we should talk about that while I’m here,” he kissed her lips.

Y/N pulled away, “about what?”

“About how much I love you and don’t like being away from you.”

“Chris…” her voice was laced with a warning tone, “what are you thinking.”

“Right now I’m thinking that I want to pull out and go snuggle in your bed instead of the kitchen island.”

Y/N agreed, and winced when he pulled out; she’d be deliciously sore tomorrow from the places he’d just hit. She led him into the bedroom and then the ensuite, pulling him into a quick shower with just a makeout session (okay, and some heavy petting) before he went back out to the foyer to turn out the lights, lock the door, and bring his suitcase in. She was in a simple pajama set and was crawling into bed when he came back, still wrapped in a towel, and bent over to dig through his suitcase for clean underwear.

When Chris finally joined her in bed, Y/N was sitting upright and staring at him, “okay, talk please.”

“Bun, I didn’t mean to freak you out,” he claimed his side of the bed and sat against the headboard. “I’ve just been thinking about us a lot.”

“Okay…” Y/N loved him, heart and soul. She loved everything about him, even the things she’d come to find annoying. She loved him, even when she didn’t always like him. But if he was about to propose, she’d say no. It wasn’t time for that yet, but his quiet demeanor was making her heart race. He held his hand out to grab hers and she let him. He interlaced their fingers and she felt the cool press of metal into her palm. Her eyes widened, and her heart race increased.

He was smirking his beautiful, perfect, stupid smirk at her and she was ready to cry. He was doing this right now? Panic coursed through Y/N.

Chris squeezed his hand in hers and then let go, slowly pulling his hand back to his lap.

It was a key.

She released a shaky sigh and picked it up, turning it through her fingers. If Chris wasn’t so nervous, he’d laugh at her. She looked like she’d never seen a key before the way she was staring and turning it over.

“What is this Chris?”

“It’s the key to my Boston house. I also have one made for you for the LA house too, but this one,” he pointed to the key in her hand and scooted closer to her, putting his hands on her knees, “this one is home. I’m hoping it can be our home.”

“What are you saying?”

“Move to Boston. Live with me.”

“In Boston?” Y/N’s eyes snapped up quickly from the key in her hand to Chris.

He nodded tentatively, “if you don’t want it to be my house now, we can go house hunting and get something that is just ours. I don’t care, I just want us to have a home together.”

“My life is here, Chris,” she said quietly. “I can’t move to Boston. My family, my friends, my job… they’re all here. For my whole life, I’ve been here.”

“I’ll fly you home whenever you want to see them. Or them to you. You don’t have to work right away when you move up, you can take your time and get used to the area and decide where you might want to work. I’ve thought about it a lot too and I know my mom would get you a job at the theater if you wanted to do something different. We’ll figure it out.”

“Have you really thought about this at all? We’ll figure it out doesn’t feel like a well-thought-out plan.”

“Of course I have! I’ve been thinking about asking you to move in with me for months.”

Y/N bit her lip and looked back down at the key that she was continuing to fidget with, “what if you move here?”

He hesitated, then shrugged, “I can’t really work from here.”

“You don’t work from Boston. You live there when you’re not in LA. I don’t want to uproot my life to move to Boston and have you in LA for half the year.”

“I won’t be in LA! Boston is my home. I’m only in LA when I have to be in the studios there. Most of the time if I’m not home, I’m on location.”

Y/N huffed, “that’s not a selling point, babe.”

“So,” he asked quietly, “you don’t want to move in with me?”

She knew she had to choose her words very carefully. She wanted to live with him and built a future with him; she wanted to marry him and have kids with him, but she didn’t want that with his lifestyle now. Y/N had thought about it so often– they’d never been more than two weeks in the same place. What if they spent longer together and it didn’t work? What if they hated the way each other chewed pretzels or left the door open to pee? What if he was away so much she got lonely? What if loving each other wasn’t enough?

“I want to move in with you,” she said calmly and clearly, “I’m just afraid we’re rushing it. And I’m afraid to move my whole life out of state when you’re not even there all the time.”

“After I finish directing, I’ve already cleared my schedule for the next seven months. I have eight more weeks on this project, not including two weeks of press and premieres when it comes out, and then I’m free for seven months.”

“Seven months?” She asked incredulously, “is that enough?”

“It’s enough for me.” The earnest look on Chris’s face was killing her. She knew this wasn’t the answer he was hoping for; she knew he’d been nervous to talk to her about this. She also knew that she needed to have her own life and not succumb to just being ‘Chris Evans’s girlfriend’. She had an identity and a career and friends and didn’t want to lose all of that.

“You’re enough for me,” she emphasized, “This scares me.”

“Keep your apartment here,” he said quickly, rushing to get out his thoughts, “Keep it until your lease is up, or extend it for another year. Keep it exactly as is, you can come back whenever you want and stay here and you’ll know you have a safety net to come back to if we– if it– in case you need it.”

She shook her head, “I can't afford that–” she saw the look on his face and cut him off, “--and before you offer, that’s too much to let you pay for it.”

“But that’s the solution. You can keep a piece of you as long as you want it. And if you aren’t happy with me or you aren’t happy in Boston, you won’t have to start again.”

“I don’t know, Chris, that seems like so much. Isn’t it too fast for this?”

“Think about it,” he sighed, leaning across to kiss her and take the key from her hand. He reached around her to toss it on her bedside table and then pulled her down to snuggle into his chest. “We have all weekend to talk about it.”

Y/N looked up at him and studied his pretty blue eyes, the scruff of his beard, and his whole handsome face. She sighed and pressed her lips into the soft juncture of his neck and jaw. “I’ll think about it.”

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Whispered words of love in roses

Charles Leclerc x female reader

Author's note: I'm not satisfied with this, I don't like it, but I'll put it here anyway.

WARNING: A little bit smut, dominant Charles, "nudes"

Name: Maya - The main female character

Song - Do I wanna know - Artics Monkeys

the work of a lawyer was very difficult for me, I can't lie. But living off Charles' money was very selfish. But Charles also did not make it easy for me to work as a lawyer. I always did homework in the evenings and an incredible amount of papers and I always thought I would finish it by midnight but instead I ended up naked in Charles's bed with no work done. I just sat for an important job interview. Nervousness boiled in me and did not want to go away.

my boss was talking about something, but I didn't pay attention to him because I saw that I received messages on my mobile from Charles.

Cha <3 : - oh honey, I'm already looking forward to when you come home

Cha <3 : I miss you so much

Cha <3 : - dear, I need to feel your hands between my legs, please

I quickly looked away from my phone. When I saw that he was sending me a photo, I quickly grabbed my phone and put it away from the table,

"I'll be back in a moment, I just have to solve something important" I said and smiled nervously at the boss, who glared at me with an angry look. I ran to the toilet where I locked the door and knelt down. I looked at my phone and opened the messages with Charles.

(Are we pretending it's a nude photo of Charles okay?)

Cha <3 : *sent photo*

Maya <3 : why are you sending me naked photos? I'm at work!

Cha <3 : so you can see what you're doing to me

Cha <3 : can I come for you?

May <3 :No! I'm at work and I'll be there for a long time.

Cha <3 : why?

May <3 : Because of you! I didn't finish what I was supposed to give to the boss and as a punishment I have to be at this interview!

I waited for a while for him to write me back, I waited and he gave me nothing, only displayed. I picked myself up from the ground and went back. When we finished, I just threw things into my purse.

"I sent you an email with what you have to work on and I hope you've learned your lesson. See you after the weekend" My boss said and left.

I looked at the watch, it showed that it was nine o'clock in the evening. I sighed and got into the elevator. I clicked on the lowest floor. The elevator door opened after a while and my heart skipped a beat. Charles stood before my eyes with a large bouquet of roses.

"Charles, what are you doing here?" I said with surprise and approached him. He put the bouquet in my hands and kissed me. He grabbed me in his arms and carried me to the car.

"I wanted to surprise you," he opened the back door of the car. He put me on the back seats and threw my things in the front.

"but now I want to fuck you Babe" he grinned and connected our lips. He got inside and slowly started to unbutton my shirt. He threw it on the floor and my other clothes with it. Between kisses I took his clothes off too. He put his hands next to my head. He kissed my neck. I felt his breath near my ear. It shook me a little. I moved my hands to his shoulders as I began to feel his hard cock. When he entered me, I just sighed quietly.

"Do you want it rough, beautiful?" He whispered.

"Yes" I connected our lips and felt him start to move quickly inside me.

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starkerhowlter · 2 years

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ooooh 35 pls for the thread starter kink thing 😳😆

Absolutely! This one got away from me!! Thanks for the ask @sinditia

Title: Bathroom Floor

Ship: Starker

Rating: E

Contains: d/s notes, choking, public sex, toys, dirty talk

Words: 970

Summary: "I don't know why we couldn't have got to your car, Tony. Like, we already paid, we finished eating..." "Because, Peter, I couldn't wait that long. I have wanted to ruin you all day since we got here and now I can."

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"I don't know why we couldn't have got to your car, Tony. Like, we already paid, we finished eating..."

"Because, Peter, I couldn't wait that long. I have wanted to ruin you all day since we got here and now I can." The older growls and pushes Peter against the wall, kissing him messily.

"Anyone can see us..." Peter tries, "I don't wanna get caught, I come here too often for us to get caught. They might never let us back in."

"And if they don't? We'll find a new place. And I'll fuck you in the bathroom of that place too." Peter gasps in reply to the man kissing down his neck.

Despite Peter's protest they end up on the floor, Peter on his hands and knees and gasping for Tony. "Is this okay?"

"Fuck, yes!!!" He gasps, glitter on his cheeks sparkling under the shitty lighting in the bathroom of the upscale restaurant. Tony pulls his velvet red shorts down, taking his lacey undergarments with them, and pushes his shirt up his back. He glances back at the door, making sure that it is just as locked as he left it.

“That’s good. Now spread your cheeks for me.” Tony growls, leaning back and unbuttoning his suit pants. Peter gasps as he follows directions, revealing the red and gold plug sitting perfectly in his ass. "Shit, baby, it looks just as good as when I put it there this morning. Are you still as loose and full of my cum as you were earlier?"

"Yes, sir."

"Let's add more, shall we?" Tony smirks, pulling the plug out before Peter can even cry out. He revels in the absolute mewl the younger finally chokes out, as he pulls a packet of lube out of his suit pocket. Tearing the corner open and spreading it over his cock. He smirks at Peter, catching the boy's eye as he looks back, sucking his lip at the sight of his boyfriend stroking his cock to full hardness. He drops his hands from behind him, pushing his face off the ground.

"Did I tell you to move your hands, baby?"

"I didn't want my face on the ground."

"That's fair." Tony raises up, laying his body over Peter's back, his hand intertwining with the boy's as he slides in the tip. "Fuck how are you still loose from earlier?"

"I don't, fuck, I don't know Tones. Just am." He whimpers, pushing back and taking more of the older. "Fuck, I need more."

"More?" Tony growls and kisses the boy's neck. "I should make you wait. I should pull out and make you lay on the floor presenting all night. I could unlock the door and let everyone else come in and see you. Or, I could take a photo and make it my phone background, everyone will see it and wonder who that pretty boy is. And you know what I'll say?" Tony pauses his hips, "Can you guess baby?"

"M-mm... mm-mm." He shakes his head, a soft moan passing his lips.

"No? Well, sweetheart, I would look at them and say, oh. That's mine." Tony growls, pushing in the rest of the way as he finishes the statement. Peter mewls meeting the man's thrusts halfway, punctuating each of Tony's statements with a mew. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be a showboy for my associates? Your pretty ass on display for the whole world?"

"Fuck, T..."

"Are you seriously close already? Pathetic little baby. Spreading yourself out for your Sir and that's all it takes? Is that all I am to you? A cock and mouth? Need me to keep you on edge?"

"Yes! Fuck!" He gasps, whining when Tony gives a particularly hard thrust, pushing against Peter's prostate repeatedly.

"God, if you're gonna cum you have to do it now, baby. I don't think we have much longer in here." As if on cue, the door rattles.

"Fuck." He whispers, listening for them to walk away.

"You like the idea of them catching you, don't you?" Tony asks, he presses in again, licking and biting at the boy's neck. "Come on baby, I know you're close." Peter whimpers, head falling back to Tony's shoulder. "Come on baby boy, I know you want to be caught, but I can't fuck you like this in prison. Come on, Peter. He removes a hand from Peter's side, reaching up onto the boy's neck, squeezing slightly. "C'mon. You're so close I can feel it. C'mon. Cum. Now. Peter, cum for your sir." Tony feels when Peter releases, the warmth surrounding his cock tightens as he presses kisses to Peter's back and nape. "Fuck, that's a good boy. Good boy, baby." Tony coos, pulling Peter against him, not pulling out quite yet. "We need to go. That person will undoubtedly be back with keys."

Peter whines, sitting up on his knees and sliding off of Tony's dick and opening his hand. "Can I have the plug back?"

"Want me to put it in?"

"I'm alright." Tony reaches into his pocket and pulls the plug out, dropping it in the boy's hand. "Thank you."

Peter slips the plug inside, watching the older tuck himself back into his pants. "You didn't get to finish?"

"I'm alright, sweetheart. Our plan got interrupted. Ready to go?" Peter nods, standing on shaky legs and fixing his clothes. "Do I need to carry you out?"

"No." Peter laughs, "That's a step too far I think."

"Alright, well I will definitely have to carry you to bed later when I'm done with you," Tony kisses the boy's cheek, fixing his shirt.

"Is that a promise?"

"You know it is." He smirks as they walk out, the dress of the waitress glaring at them is a close match to the blush on Peter's cheeks.

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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years

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Light Me Up - Chapter 10

Pairing: Benjamin “Benny” Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 6500+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: It’s the penultimate chapter of Light Me Up! There will be an epilogue but the next chapter is the official last chapter. I’m deep in my feels about this one.

**Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

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<<Chapter 9

Light Me Up Masterlist

Benny Masterlist

General Masterlist

You had been living with Benny for just about 2 weeks before he had to leave town for a fight again. As much as you wanted to go, you had some work backed up you needed to finish, as well as unpacking the rest of your stuff. For some reason, every time you tried to unpack a box, you would get distracted by lips on your neck, fingers dancing across your pant line and never quite unpacked fully. You’d tried to unpack the same box for nearly the entire 2 weeks you’d been living together - not that you were complaining.

He comes back a couple weeks later looking tired and bruised but excited to finally be home. His face lights up as he closes the front door behind him and you’re there, taking his bag and setting it on the floor as he leans over to kiss you, the bruise around his eye faded down to a faint yellow color. Gently, you take his hand and guide him down the hall to your bedroom, trying to push him on the bed.

“Sparks,” he groans as your hand cups him over his pants. But then he grabs your wrists and you look up at him. “I want nothing more than to be with you, but I really need a shower - trust me.”

“Shower or bath?”

“I can do it mys-”

“Shower or bath?”

He smiles down at you. “Just a shower for now. Wanna be clean so I can kiss you all over.” He leans in to give you a quick kiss and you playfully dodge it, wiggling your hips as you walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower.

He leans against the door frame, watching as you make sure the water is the right temperature before placing a towel on the towel warmer and turning it on. When you’d bought the thing, he thought it was the most ridiculous appliance he’d ever seen - until he had a warm towel fresh out of the shower. Turning to face him, you reach for the bottom of his shirt, hesitating. You look up at Benny and he raises his arms. Lifting off his shirt, your fingers lightly trace the new fading bruises and scrapes that he earned in his fights.

“I won them all.”

“I knew you would.”

You move to unbutton his pants but he grabs your wrist.

“I’ve got a surprise for you in there.”

You chuckle. “If it’s another bow around your dick-”

Benny’s laughter cuts you off. “Damn, I should’ve done that! But no. It’s..it’s something else.”

Your eyebrows furrow together as he lets go of your wrist and you continue to undo his pants. His jeans slide down easy, leaving him standing there in his boxer briefs. Seeing nothing, you start to pull the boxers down, leaning back slightly in case he had some sort of “snake in a can” hidden in his pants (wouldn’t be the first time). Then you see it: a bit of pink poking out of the top of his boxers on the inside of his left hip. Curious, you pull down the side of his boxers to reveal a tiny tattoo. It’s a small hot pink rollerblade, tiny sparks and hearts shooting out of the back of it.

“Benny, I…” your words stick in your throat as tears start to well up.

“I hate being away from you, Sparks. And now I’ll always have a tiny reminder of you.”

Standing on your tiptoes, you pull Benny down to you for a kiss, deepening it immediately as you push him against the counter.

“So you like it then?” Benny asks, breathless as you continue to kiss his neck.

“It’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Benny grunts as he pulls you off him, his bright blue eyes finding yours.

“I love you. So fuckin’ much, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

You move to kiss him again, but he puts a finger to your lips.

“I really need to shower, Sparks. I came directly from a match and I'm gross.” Seeing the sad little nod you gave him, he added “Join me?”

Once you’re both in the shower, you wash him, taking care to not aggravate any of his injuries (although they were mostly healed). The second you were done, you dropped to your knees, placing open mouthed kisses along his new tattoo, chuckling as he tried to yelp and moan at the same time. You move to take him in your mouth but he grips your chin.

“Stand up.”

You did as he asked, water cascading down both of your bodies as you fully stood. Benny cages you in against the shower wall, the cool tile sending a shiver down your body as Benny leans in to suck on your neck. His hand teases your nipple while the other cups the back of your head, pulling you to him in a heated kiss.

“Benny,” you sigh as his hand travels further down, fingers sliding through your folds with precision, knowing exactly how you need him to touch you.

He pulls 2 orgasms from you before holding you up against the tiled wall, thrusting into you until you’ve both come, wet and sloppy kisses placed along his shoulder as you hold on to him.

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Benny’s schedule was getting a little busier than normal because the finals were coming up and he’s good. You hated to see the bruises and marks, and while he shrugs them off, he also lets you take care of him (and enjoys every minute of your attention).

The championship fight arrives and you can see how nervous Benny is. On your drive over, you take a hand off the steering wheel to take his, which had been rapidly tapping on his leg. You squeeze it and come to a stop at a red light.

“Benny.”

His blue eyes turn to yours, big and round.

“I want you to know that no matter what happens, I love you and I’m so fucking proud of you. You work so hard and it comes through in your skills. You’re the most talented fighter there. You can take a punch but you throw them back twice as hard. You’ve got this, you hear me?”

He smiles, his nerves dying down a bit at your words. “Thanks, Sparks.”

And you were right.

The other fighter was bigger than Benny and you gasped when you saw his size, but you quickly realized that his massive size slowed him down. Benny also realized this and used it to his advantage, tiring the man out (and receiving a few blows himself that had you running to the cage and screaming his name) before moving in for the blow that would knock him out and keep him down.

The second the fight is called, the arena erupts in screams and cheers, Benny’s name being chanted around the room as he stands taller, sweat and blood running down him as he exits the cage. You’re pushing your way through the crowd as he’s pulled to a makeshift stage and accepts the belt, lifting it high above his head as he lets out a whoop.

Then he spots you in the crowd.

He leaps off the stage and the crowd parts for him as he makes his way to you. The last several steps you manage to run, people having finally moved out of your way and you leap into his arms, Benny swinging you around before kissing you, the crowd cheering you on. Your hands grip the back of his head, his sweaty hair tangled up in your fingers as you wrap your legs around him. Pulling back from the kiss, you put your forehead to his as he looks up at you.

“I am so fucking proud of you, Benny.”

He kisses you again before whooping, spinning you around as if to show you off to the crowd.

“That’s my GIRL! WOOO!” The crowd yells again as Benny shifts you to his side, his arm wrapped around you to hold you up and he throws his opposite arm in the air, showing off the belt to the crowd again.

His face is lit up, crinkles by the sides of his eyes as his smile stretches across his face, his eyes twinkling with pride. If it were possible, you’d fall in love with him all over again in this moment, especially when his eyes land on you and the look of pride deepens.

You definitely fuck in the locker room before leaving to meet everyone at the bar. And you definitely pull him back into the car as he tries to get out, jumping into his lap to ride him one more time before heading inside to celebrate.

No one asks about the hickies that have magically appeared on both your necks.

—----

A few weeks go by and Benny heads to Santi’s for a boys night. He hated to leave you but you practically shoved him out of the door, telling him he can’t cancel again. Besides, Monica and Will’s new girlfriend Makayla (your neighbor that had been eyeing him when he moved in) were coming over for a bit.

Frankie hands Benny another beer as he sits next to him on the couch.

“How’s it going living with Sparks?” Frankie asks as he takes a sip of his own beer.

“To tell you the truth, I fuckin’ love it, man. She’s -” He sighs, staring off for a brief second before blinking, eyes back to Frankie with a smile on his face. “-she’s the fuckin’ best. She’s always makin’ sure I hydrate, and that I’m well fed, but it’s not just us takin’ care of each other. She just gets me. She never judges, always listens. She just..loves me. I really don’t know what I did to deserve her.” Benny pauses to take a swig from his own beer and he catches Frankie watching him out of the corner of his eye.

“You tell her everything?”

Benny’s face falls slightly. “Uh..mostly. I told her about the Will stuff.”

Santi walks in and sits in a chair near the couch. “You tell her you’re about to buy that Ferrari? And a big ass house with a pool?” A smirk stretches across Santi’s face as he drinks his beer.

Benny’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes, looking down at the bottle in his hand as he picks at the label with his fingernail. “Actually, I haven’t told her about Colombia.”

Will walks in and sits in the empty chair on the other side of the couch.

“You still have the nightmares?” Frankie asks.

Benny nods, peeling the label back on his bottle. “Not as much around her but they still happen. You all still get ‘em?”

The men are silent for a moment, each silently answering the question - yes.

Will is first to break the silence. “Sparks is smart, Ben. She’s only ever wanted to support you and be with you.”

Benny nods but Frankie speaks before he can. “I’m sure she told you that you don’t have to tell her anything. But since we’re going back to get that money, I think she’s owed that much at least. I mean, we can’t really talk in detail about what we did in Delta for legal shit, but this isn’t that.”

Benny looks down at his bottle again, the label now completely peeled off so he swipes his thumb across the glass, not meeting anyone’s eyes. He speaks quietly, afraid to ask the question he desperately needs the answer to. “What if she hates me?”

Frankie claps him on the shoulder. “Hey. She’s a good woman, Ben. Even when she was pissed at you, when I showed up, her first reaction was to ask if you were ok. She loves you, Ben. Tell her.”

—-----

By the time Benny gets home, the girls have left and you’re fast asleep, the book you had been reading splayed open with your thumb still in the middle, arm tossed across the bed. He smiles and gently removes the book, finding your makeshift receipt bookmark and placing it inside before closing the book and setting it on the side table. He takes off your blue light blocking glasses and sets them on top of the book, pulling the blanket up higher on you and kissing your forehead. After he showers, he slides in next to you and pulls you close, a faint “Benny?” coming from you, your eyes still closed.

“Ssshh. It’s me, sweetheart. Go back to sleep.”

—----

Your eyes fly open and you blink, the sound of whimpers and cries echoing in your bedroom. Turning, you see Benny still asleep, the sheets twisted around him, bundles of the fabric clutched in his fists as he whimpers and cries out, fighting something only he can see. His skin glistens with sweat, his eyebrows furrow together as he continues to mutter and moan. He hadn’t had a nightmare like this in a long while, but this entire last week since he’d come back from guy’s night he’s had one. Something had to have triggered him - you’ve never seen it this bad.

Cautiously, you reach a hand out and place it on his shoulder, rubbing little circles into it like you normally do.

“Benny,” you speak his name in a low, soothing voice. “Benny, it’s ok. You’re ok. Come back to me.”

His hand flies to yours, gripping your wrist tightly as he twists it, shoving you away, his eyes flying open but not seeing where he was.

“Benny - it’s ok. It’s Sparks. I’m here.” You rub your wrist a little before reaching for his hand, which had started opening and closing, flexing his fingers as he half sits up. Your fingers graze over the skin on his hand and he shifts to face you, his hands flying out to grip both of your wrists as he shoves you onto your back, straddling your waist and pinning your arms by your head. His eyes aren’t focused, seeing something only he could, the normally bright blue is dull and muted.

“Benny…you’re ok. You’re in your bedroom, with Sparks. You’re safe. I’m here. You’re safe.”

He blinks, his eyes slowly moving into focus as he looks around before realizing he wasn’t laying in bed. His eyes shift down to yours and a look of complete horror washes over him. He yanks his hands away as he moves off of you.

“Fuck, Sparks. I am so sorry. Are..did I…”

“No! Nothing happened, Benny. I’m fine.” You sit up and scoot next to where he’s perching on the side of the bed, but he puts his hand out to stop you.

“Stay away. I..I’m not..” His voice catches and he stops talking, his breathing becoming irregular.

You stop moving at his request. “Breathe with me, Benny. In…..and out…..”

He tries but he can’t focus, his breaths hitching in his throat. “I didn’t…I’m not…”

Without thinking, you take his hand and place it on your chest, letting him feel you breathe. You felt him start to take his hand away, but the soothing presence of you is too much of a lure and he gives into it, matching his breathing to yours. He closes his eyes as his breathing evens out, leaning into your other hand that you’ve placed on his cheek.

“Are you with me?” You ask after a few minutes.

He takes a deep breath. “I’m here.” His eyes open and you see their familiar blue. “Sparks, I- I’m so sorry.”

“Hey. Nothing to be sorry for. You were having a nightmare-”

“I pinned you to the bed.”

“Yeah, like I said. Nightmare. You didn’t know where you were-”

“I could’ve hurt you.” Tears were welling up in his eyes.

“Benny, look at me.” His eyes slowly find yours and you smile at him. “I’m not hurt. I don’t think you would’ve hurt me. You didn’t know where you were. It’s a natural reaction. I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be. I’m not a good man.” He pulls your hand from his chest and shifts his head away from you so your hand falls from his face.

“You’re right. You’re not a good man.”

Benny’s eyes snap to yours, a tear falling down his face as he nods. You bring your hands up to cup his face and make sure he’s looking at you.

“You’re a great man. The best man I’ve ever known.”

He scoffs at that but doesn’t pull away from you. “You don’t know half the shit I’ve done.”

“Then tell me.”

Silence.

“You’ve had nightmares since you got back from boys night. Something happened to trigger this. What was it? I’m only asking because it’s hurting you and I don’t know how to make it better.”

He takes your hands from his face but holds them in his own large ones, rubbing little circles on them and he sighs.

“Does it have to do with your time in Delta Force?”

He shakes his head. “Sometimes it does. But not…not this week. This…this is about Tom.”

You’re quiet for a moment. “Is that how you got this?” You touch a scar on his left shoulder.

Benny looks up at you. “How..did you know that?”

“Everytime Tom is mentioned, you rub it. I figure there’s a story there.”

“You’re so fuckin’ smart.”

“Nah. I just like looking at you.”

He smiles half heartedly before shifting his body to face yours. You give his hands a little squeeze to let him know you’re there for him.

“It all started when Santi sent us this text askin’ us to be consults on a giant drug lord bust in Colombia…”

Benny told you exactly what happened - how they all went thinking they were consulting, then decided to do it themselves to take the money, how they had the money but then a series of events led to everything going to shit, how they all almost died in a helicopter that- wait, did he say he jumped out of an out of control helicopter? How there were shots fired in a small village and some people died, they took donkeys up the side of the Andes mountains and nearly fell several times, how cold it was, how they burned $200k just to keep warm, how a boy from the village followed them with some others, grazing his left arm before killing Tom, how they carried his body down the mountain, left most of the money in a ravine, how Benny waded through water past a camp of teenage soldiers to get the boat, and how they eventually made it out, giving the remaining money they had to Tom’s family. Your hands never left his the entire time, Benny’s grip tightening as he continued his story.

“And it’s my fault he’s dead.” Benny’s voice cracks on the last word, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

“How do you figure that?”

“M-my fire. I was the one who started burnin’ the money. I said it was my “fuck you” money.”

“Yes, but how does that lead to Tom’s death?”

“They saw our camp. They knew where we were. If I hadn’t lit that fire-”

“No.”

He looks at you. “No?”

“No. It is not your fault, Benny. Those boys followed you from the village. They probably knew those mountains really well. They would’ve found you eventually, maybe even the same day.”

Hope floods his eyes, but disbelief still lingers over him. “I don’t…I don’t know-”

“I do. Benny, none of you are guilty for this. You all knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to go with Santi. You knew the risks. Those boys? They were out to get Tom. They would have. It is not your fault.”

“Y-you think so?”

“I know so.”

He swallows hard, looking down for a few moments before speaking, barely above a whisper. “Do you hate me for the part I played in all of this? For killing innocent people, for Tom, for…any of it?”

“How could I hate you? Those innocents in the drug lord’s house? Pretty sure they weren’t innocent. The teenage army on the beach? You didn’t kill them. The people in the village? You didn’t kill them either but they were also threatening you and may have taken you all out or handed you over to…Lorea? You all did what you had to do to get out of there.”

Cradling his face in your hands, you bring your forehead to his, feeling his body start to shake with pent up emotions, a tear falling down his cheek. He takes your face in his own hands, kissing you gently, tasting of salt and him. He pulls back, keeping his eyes closed and forehead to yours.

“I’m so..relieved to hear you say that, Sparks.”

You kiss him gently. “I love you, Benny.”

He kisses you back, pulling back briefly to speak. “That’s good-” kiss “-because-” kiss “-I’m goin’ back.” His lips move forward to find yours gone as you pull your head back.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He swallows hard, his blue eyes searching yours. “I’m goin’ back, sweetheart.”

“No.”

“I have to. It’s for the money-”

“I don’t care! No.”

“Sparks, this would set us up for life and-”

“I don’t give a shit about money, Benny! All I need is you.”

Benny nods but continues on, wincing a little as you pull his hands from your face and drop your own. “No this time is different. Will knows exactly where we stashed the money and Frankie just takes a few trips with the helicopter. We load up and head home. No biggie.”

“So there’s no danger?” You stated doubtfully, crossing your arms.

Benny rubs his neck. “Well I mean there’s always danger involved-”

“Benny, please, I can’t lose you. I can’t…” tears start to fall down your cheeks as you furiously try to wipe them away.

“Look, all I gotta do is take the rope down into the ravine and load up the net a couple times. Then we’re out.”

Your eyes flash to his. “You’d be in the ravine? What if something happens and you’re stuck? Or something falls on you?”

“It won’t, sweetheart. This isn’t like last time. We won’t even be near people, like villagers and shit.”

“Yeah, but someone…could…” Realization hits you and you meet his eyes full on. “You’ve already made up your mind, told them you’d go, haven’t you?”

He gives you a small smile as he nods. “I have. I have to do this, sweetheart. I can’t let them go alone. Frankie is flyin’, Santi’s knees and back are shit, Will is only one guy, and Tom….well it’s just us. I gotta do this.”

His eyes are conflicted, wanting to be loyal to both you and his friends, his blood brothers, and you understand it. Hate it, absolutely want to rage against it, but you get it. Tears stream down your face now as the truth of the situation sets in. Benny hesitantly reaches to you, cupping your face and rubbing his thumbs across your cheeks to wipe away your tears. Your eyes close, just wanting to feel him touch you. Nodding, you speak barely above a whisper.

“I get it. I don’t want you to go, and I hate it, but I understand. I won’t force you to stay.”

“Thank you, Sparks. I promise-”

“No promises. Just come back to me alive, in one piece, ok?”

“You got it, sweetheart.”

There’s silence for a few moments. “When do you leave?”

He clears his throat and your eyes open to see how nervous he’s become.

“Benny… when do you leave?”

“Tomorrow.”

A sob eupts from your lips, bubbling up from your throat. Benny cautiously pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you as you cry, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.

“I was gonna tell you, sweetheart. I was. I just…wasn’t ready for you to hate me yet.”

The tears stop, but you don’t move. There’s no way you could hate Benny. Be pissed at, sure, but hate? Never.

His finger finds your chin and he tilts your head up to him, taking in the shining paths of your tears on your cheeks. He hesitates before slowly lowering his lips to yours, kissing you gently and lovingly. You hands slide up his bare chest as you cup his face, deepening the kiss, you tongue inviting his out to dance. Gently, you pull him towards you as he takes the hint and lays you back on the bed, his hand slowly sliding under your shirt to cup your boob. Moaning into him, your back arches slightly when he applies a slight pressure to your nipple before moving to your other boob. He breaks the kiss to pull your shirt up and you shift, helping him to rid you of your shirt before pulling him against you, feeling his warmth on your skin. He pushes the hair back out of your face, tracing a line down your cheek before lifting your chin slightly to gently nip at it, loving the sigh that escapes you.

One hand bracing his body over yours, his other hand slides down your body, stopping at your pantyline and you lift your hips, giving silent permission. He sits up, sliding your underwear off before geting rid of his boxers. He settles himself between your open thighs and your close your legs around him, tyring to bring him closer to you.

“I don’t want you to go…”

“I know. ‘M sorry, Sparks.”

He slides his hands up and down your skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. He runs his fingers through your wet folds a few times, loving the way your breaths pant out. He kisses your neck, running his nose up it and planting a kiss to your lips as he pushes into you, his breath hitching as you toss your head back into the pillow, feeling his breath on your neck. Once he bottoms out, he stays there, kissing along your neck as you moan under him. Tightening your legs around him, you wind your arms around his chest and hold him to you, tears still falling from your eyes, afraid that if you let go, he would disappear.

His pointed nose traces a path up your neck, across your jaw, and nudges at your own nose before he pulls back, his bright blue eyes on yours. He holds your tearful gaze with his own as he brings his hips back and slowly pushes into you, watching the expression on your face change, eyebrows furrowing together as you take him in, your mouth in an “o” shape. He does this a few more times before adding an extra deep thrust when he’s inside, brushing up against a spot at the back of you and you cry out his name, electricity lighting you up as he hits that spot over and over. His own breaths start to speed up and his rhythm is off. He takes your hand, lacing his fingers through yours and he comes, panting out your real name as he fills you. His forehead hits your chest and you move both hands to his head, massaging his scap as you both cry.

Eventually, you both drift off to sleep like that and wake a few hours later, Benny growing hard inside you as he silently takes you again, pulling soft whimpers from you as you come. This is how you spend your day, tangled up in each other’s bodies, breaking only to use the bathroom and to eat, eventually realizing that Benny has to pack for the next day. You say nothing but help him roll his clothes, smoothing them out before you place them in his bag. Grabbing your favorite sleep shirt from your dresser, you roll that up and put it in his bag.

“Sparks, that’s your favorite shirt. I’m not takin’ that.”

“Yes you are. Something to remember me by.”

He walks over to you and pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you.

“Like I could ever forget you.”

“Bring it back to me then.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Silence falls between the both of you.

“It’s just a week.”

“A week without you, Benny.”

“But we’ll be rich when I get back!”

“I’m already rich, Benny. I have you.”

He chuckles. “And I have you.”

“Then you don’t have to go?”

“Sparks-”

“I know, I know. I’m just…”

“I know. ‘M sorry.”

—----

The drive to the airport was unusually quiet for Benny. You could see the shift in him starting, the change from the Benny you know and love to mission mode. You hoped that would help him focus and get home to you in one piece.

You walked him to security and could go no further. Everyone else was there too so you gave the other boys a hug and told them they were all idiots and to come home safe. Will mumbled in your ear how he was going to keep his eye on Benny.

Standing in front of Benny, he brings his hand to your face, caressing your cheek as his eyes roam over your face, studying every crease and line, the way the light hits it, all of it, etching it into his memory. You do the same, eventually reaching around to tug on his hair and he leans down to kiss you. He pulls you tight to him as you wrap your arms around him, deepening the kiss. Someone clears their throat next to you and the kiss is broken.

“Sorry, but it’s nearly our turn,” Santi explains apologetically, gesturing to TSA.

Benny nods and picks up his backpack, looking back at you.

“I love you, Sparks.”

“I love you, Benny. Please come back to me.”

“Please still be here for me.”

“Always.”

He kisses you once again before Santi all but yanks him over the rope. He waves to you and you watch him and the others go through security, waving one last time before disappearing down the corridor to their gate. Sighing, you turn to look at Monica and Makayla, who had stood on either side of you doing the same thing with their men.

“We’re with the dumbest idiots in the world, aren’t we?” You ask.

The girls chuckle sadly. “Pretty sure we are.”

—----

You swear time is going backwards with the way the week creeps by. You catch up on work, get ahead of it, clean the entire apartment, wash your car, wash Benny’s jeep, anything you can think of. Finally, he calls and tells you they landed the client and will be coming home the next day.

Monica, Makayla, and you stand waiting for the boys to step off the tram that will bring them from the terminals. One pulls up and a crowd of people pour out, a familiar tall, man with a backwards baseball cap on stands out from the crowd and you hold your breath until you can see him better. The crowd parts briefly and you look.

Benny.

“It’s them!” You manage to huff out, already launching your body across the room. He just gets past the security gate when he spots you, taking a few giant strides towards you before you collide with him, jumping into his arms as he swings you around, holding you tight to him. He nuzzles into your hair and takes a deep breath, tightening his grip on you. Bringing your head back, you wind your fingers in his hair and kiss him, both of you quickly deepening the kiss. He pulls back a few moments later.

“I fuckin’ love you, Sparks!”

“I fucking love you, Benny!”

He kisses you again, groaning as he feels your tug on his hair.

“And now-” he speaks into your mouth. “-we’re loaded.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I got all I need right here.”

He puts you down and kisses you again, winding his arm around your shoulder, following your lead towards the garage with everyone else.

A few minutes out from the airport, you turn into a deserted shopping plaza and park around the back, quickly unbuckling your belt and scrambling over the seat to get to Benny. He doesn’t question it, the fire in his eyes already lit as you straddle him, grinding your hips along his stomach, you breaths panting out.

“I can’t wait. Need you inside me.”

You sit back to unzip his pants, Benny panting as he watches you take him out, spitting on his cock to get it wet. You lift your dress a little and slide your panties to the slide, lowering yourself onto him.

“Oh fuckfuckFUCK I missed you!” You cry out as he thrusts up into you, your hips snapping back to meet his. It’s quick, all warm air and breathy moans, Benny yanking your dress down to suck on a boob. You body lights up and you scream his name, your nails digging into his forearms where you’ve gripped him, Benny releasing just after you, hips stuttering. You wait a moment before sliding off him, whining at the loss.

“Think you can wait until we get home for round 2?” Benny chuckles.

—----

About 2 weeks later, everyone gathers at Frankie and Monica’s for a cookout. The money had started to come in and the boys were more relaxed, as if they closed the book on that chapter of their lives. You and Benny had decided to stay in the apartment until the lease was up, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to yourselves.

Paili immediately recruited Benny to play with her, dragging him around the backyard to play whatever game her imagination came up with. He would try and sneak off to find you as often as he could, stealing a kiss before an exasperated Paili would come up, tiny hands on tiny hips, and grab his hand to haul him off again, a smile across Benny’s face.

“Mija! Let Uncle Benny breathe!” Frankie yells from the grill.

You chuckle, watching Benny try not to trip over his feet as he hunches over to take Paili’s hand.

Taking a sip from your drink, you nod towards Frankie and address Monica, who was sitting across from you. “He seems more relaxed.”

She smiles. “He is. I think they all got the closure they needed. Same with Benny?”

You nod. “He seems to be breathing better, if that makes sense.”

“It does. Frankie is the same - they needed this.”

Looking across the yard, you see Paili dragging Benny inside the house as he turns to you and gives you a salute before a tiny hand all but yanks him inside.

“And he was never seen again,” You laugh, Monica shaking her head and laughing with you.

“Oh, Makayla - did you get that big promotion?” You turn to her and ask.

“Yeah! Yes I did!” Her smile lights up the table, but it’s nothing compared to the look on Will’s face as he watches her, love and pride rolling off of him as she explains what her new position is.

Frankie starts to put some of the grilled meat on the table when Paili comes running up to him, tugging on his pants.

“Dad! I can’t find my Elsa dress!”

“Where was it last?”

“I don’t know! Come help!”

“Mija, I’m setting the table. It’s time to eat.”

“Dad! I NEED it! Please??” She gives him the biggest puppy eyes, and they look exactly like miniature versions of Frankie’s.

“Go. We got this!” You insist, standing to walk to the grill to grab more food.

“Are you sure? You don’t have-”

Paili grabs her dad’s hand and pulls him towards the house. “DAD COME ON!”

You chuckle. “Go Frankie.”

He nods, turning towards Paili who is trying to pull him with all her little might. “Ok, ok mija. I’m coming.”

“That’s 2 down,” Monica chuckles as she stands to help you carry the last of the plates over.

“She really knows how to use those eyes, doesn’t she?” You ask.

“She gets it from her dad. Asshole uses that all the time. It’s only fair there’s some sort of payback.”.

“That’s a fact.”

“I- oh holy shit!” Monica laughs as she looks over your shoulder towards the house.

Turning, your eyes land on Benny being escorted out of the house by a mini Rapunzel. He’s dressed in that blue Elsa dress, complete with wig and he throws his hands out like he’s using ice powers as Paili (Rapunzel) walks him towards the tables where everyone had started to sit. Frankie walks behind them, smiling from ear to ear.

You walk up to him, smiling as you play with the end of his braid. “Just as hot as the day I met you all those months ago.”

He laughs, batting his eyelashes, his eyes looking extra blue combined with the dress.

“Somehow you’re ever more beautiful, Sparks.”

“Nah. I’ve just stopped tripping over my words when you look at me…mostly.”

He chuckles, pulling you to him and kissing the top of your head. “Where would I be without you?”

“Getting into trouble,” You put your ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat…and it’s racing.

“Are you ok?” You pull your head back to look at him, noticing that his hands feel clammy where they were touching your exposed skin.

“I uh..” he clears his throat, not quite meeting your eyes. “I hope I will be in a minute.”

“What-”

Slowly, Benny kneels down, getting on one knee as his hand grasps yours, slipping slightly with his sweaty palms. Your other hand flies to your mouth, gasping behind it.

“I gave up lookin’ for anyone when you stumbled into my life, trippin’ over your words when I so much as stood next to you, even dressed as the Queen of Arendelle.” He smiles up at you. “Every day I’m with you, you make me feel special, accepted, and loved. Hell even when I’m with you I can’t stop thinkin’ of you. I know I’ve done some shit in my life, and I’ve done some shit to you, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. So-” he reaches into the pants he had on under the dress, pulling out a small box and flipping it open. “-Sparks, will you marry me?”

“Hell YES!” You yell, launching yourself at him before he has a chance to slip the ring on you. He falls over backwards, the wig flying off his head as you kiss him, feeling his hands cup your face. It’s not until the kiss starts to deepen before you hear Frankie playfully yelling “Hey there’s a kid here!”

Pulling back, you look down at his face, the smile bright and wide, blue eyes blown wide with love and excitement, as he laughs.

“Can I put the ring on you now?”

“Oh shit! Yes!”

He wraps his arm around your waist and pushes you both up into a sitting position as he takes the little box and pulls the ring out, gorgeous and shining in the sun. It’s exactly your style and you put your hand out, Benny taking it and sliding the ring on you. Cheers erupt around you as you kiss again, cupping the sides of his face as you do.

“I fuckin’ love you, Sparks.”

“I fucking love you, Benny.”

—----

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eijishimas · 3 years

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caught red handed.

18+ nsfw content. minors dni. all characters are aged up.

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content warnings: f!reader, college!au, masturbation, mentions of alcohol, voyeurism, daddy kink, bit of a handjob, bit of oral (m!receiving), filming, slight degradation, creampie, one (1) instance of bakugou slapping your pussy.

notes: happy belated birthday to my bestie, @rekiri . you deserve the world and so much more, you’re sweet and hilarious and i fucking love talking to you, whether we’re joking or being more serious. i know you told me not to, but i really wanted to write something for you as a gift (because ya girl is a bit of a broke bitch). ik it’s not eren, kiri, or reki, but i hope you like this piece regardless. i love you, even if you annoy me to death, you whore /j. this one’s for you <3

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Everyone knew college was stressful. Deadlines nearly every single week, assignments and essays, not to mention attending classes brought a whole new wave of anxieties for students every single day. Sometimes that stress was either doubled or relieved by having a partner for a project or two. Luckily for you, you and your old high school classmate Katsuki Bakugou were paired up for a project for one of your Quirk Law classes. It was a research project, one that required a forty slide presentation. You were headed on your way to Katsuki’s dorm today to work on it at the time you agreed upon: 5pm. Then you two would study together for upcoming midterms. It was all planned out down to a tee. So at around 3:50pm, Katsuki knew he had time. He figured he needed a break from his Rescue Tactics Indoors II class, otherwise his brain would begin oozing from his ears.

Pushing aside his overpriced textbook, he rolled his shoulders back, hearing the cracks of his stiff muscles while he stretched at his desk. He let out a sigh, propping his chin up on the palm of his hand as he scrolled mindlessly through his socials. Mina had posted a Throwback Thursday post, an old one of him and you back in your freshman year of college. His nose twitched in annoyance as he recalled the parties, more specifically Denki Kaminari’s birthday party, where he had gotten so drunk that the walls melted and bent before him. Katsuki’s expression changed however, as he swiped through the collection of photos to stumble across an image of you and him. Have you always worn dresses that tight? You practically had your ass out from how short your garment had been cut, tits threatening to spill out of your low hanging neckline. Not only that, but Katsuki had an arm slung around your shoulder. His smile was stretched wide due in part to the alcohol in his system, but also because you were standing next to him. You were laughing at something Mina had said behind the camera, your hand tossed against the slightly unbuttoned shirt Katsuki had worn that night. Your fingers had brushed against his toned chest and he scoffed at the thought. Slowly but surely, memories of that party flooded back to Katsuki in waves.

They were mostly recounts from Kirishima and Mina, but apparently you two had made out in front of everyone that night. He swiped left again, swallowing dryly as he saw just that. Your manicured fingers were wrapped tight around his party shirt, tongues in a deadly dance of want and desperation for each other. Katsuki’s eyes grew as he noticed that the photo hadn’t cut out the part where he had been kneading your ass through that skimpy dress of yours. Immediately, Katsuki went to Mina’s dms demanding to take down the photo. And she did, thank god, but not without sending Katsuki more than ten photos of you and him making out at the party. He clenched his jaw, anger and a low desire plaguing his conscience. Glancing to the top left corner of his phone, he noted the time. 4:10pm.

He had time.

Saving the photos to his gallery, he pushed his chair away from his desk to have some fucking breathing room. His eyes flitted down to his sweats and as he expected, there was a tent forming. He groaned, wiping the sweat from his palms off on his pant leg before languidly beginning to palm himself through his clothes. His breaths quickened, chest stuttering as he looked to his phone displaying the photos of you and him. There’s a faint recollection in the back of his head of how you taste. Like cherries from your glossy lips, like vodka from the shots you took off of Denki earlier that evening, how you moaned into his mouth the night you had drunkenly kissed.

Katsuki tugged the waistband of his sweats down, allowing his previously constrained cock to breathe. It slapped against his stomach, heavy and leaking. Shit, he didn’t remember being this horny at the beginning of this. Spitting into his palm, he lubed up his dick as best as he could on short notice. His eyelids drooped as he swiped through the pictures like a filmstrip, a montage of all the best moments he had with you at that party. You grinding on his lap, you whispering dirty ideas you wanted to do with him later, you, you, you…

Katsuki squeezed his aching shaft, fisting his cock as precum dribbled down his slippery head. His face was an uncanny shade of crimson, a testament to how horny he was all for a few old pictures of the two of you. “Y/n.” He swore he barely recognized his voice from how breathless and needy it was. He continued to pump his cock, the only thoughts replaying in his mind were perverted fantasies of you bouncing on his dick hard enough to hear the slap of your ass cheeks against his abs.

Tapping the screen of his phone twice to zoom in, he admired your curves with pursed lips. Fuck, you really were gorgeous. Everything about you radiated a sinful nature he could never put his tongue on. You were tempting him, licking flames up his body with such intensity that made him shiver. He cursed, thumb drifting over his slit as he hissed. Fuck you for being as ravishing as you were that night, fuck you for making him feel so goddamn needy for your-

“Bakugou, I was about to text you but I remembered you were studying today, so I figured it would be okay if I came a bit...” your words trailed off. You blinked rapidly in an attempt to process the scene unfolding before you. Katsuki Bakugou, holding his dick in his hand, face on fire with a deep blush, his other free hand secure around his phone with- was that a picture of you from your freshman year of college? There was a beat of silence, Katsuki’s uneven breathing the only sound in the room aside from the low drawl of the ceiling fan over both of your heads. You gaped at him, tongue darting out to wet your lips upon realizing his hand hadn’t stopped moving. If anything, you saw his hand flex around his cock, further tightening his grip as you stood right in front of him.

“What the fuck-”

“What?” he beat you to the punch, his lips twitching into a devilish smile, “Don’t like what you see?” His confidence knocked the air out of you, your bewildered attitude showing true on your features. Your body feels warm, searing beneath his gaze. “Excuse me?” you squeaked out, overcome with both curiosity and a hint of lust for the ash blond.

“Are you gonna fucking help me or not?” His pride was refusing him to be flustered, not when he was this feverish for you. He needed the upper hand, he needed control over this situation. And it seemed by how you were shifting your weight from side to side, that it was happening just as he wanted. Who were you to refuse such an offer from Katsuki Bakugou?

And that’s how you ended up here, nestled between thick, muscled thighs with your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He had you spit over his dick, his entire shaft gleaming in all its glory as it stood to attention in your grasp. The flash of his camera burned your eyes as you suckled on his crown, hand continuously jerking his cock while he ravenously watched you through the screen. The guttural groan that escaped him was nothing short of music to your ears, your thighs tensing as the coils of heat continued to build and knot between your legs.

“Mm. Keep going like that, take it. All the way in now, like a good little slut,” Katsuki instructed, his voice slicing through the heavy atmosphere of desire. The words make you whimper, enveloping his sensitive head in vibrations while you lick around his slit. A large hand cupped your face, forcing you to make eye contact with the ash blond behind the camera. His black tank top truly had no confines over him, since it was tight enough to see the outlines of his pecs and ripped torso. Katsuki sure worked hard to maintain his appearance, but you knew he had the strength to back those muscles up. The thought of him completely dominating you, holding you with strong arms and pinning you down with his body made your pussy even more wet with your slick than it already was. Even from how you were on your knees, Katsuki possessed an unspoken will over you. You wanted to please him, make him feel good, make him have no good reason not to give you everything he had to offer.

You took your lips off of his head with a little ‘pop’, eyes wide and expectant as a string of drool connected your bottom lip to the tip of his cock. Bakugou’s smile grew, making sure your face was completely in frame and in focus. “Dirty girl,” he hummed, thumb tracing the apple of your cheek before guiding your lips toward his twitching cock. You slowly kissed the vein on the side of it, mumbling out four words:

“Your dirty girl, daddy.”

The moment the words left your mouth, Katsuki let out a low, gravelly moan. It was as if a switch inside him had flipped. Without warning, he’s pulling you off the floor and sitting you down in his desk chair instead. He’s a bit rough, his vision clouded by the sheer want to fuck you until you were screaming his name, until his name was the only word your pretty little brain could recall. He abandoned his phone and instead had his hands drop to the armrests of his desk chair, encasing your body as he towered over you. Your skirt was immediately shucked up your waist and Katsuki’s hands went to work on your panties. He ripped them off completely, tossing them aside without a care as to where they went. He gazed down at you with fervour, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he coaxes with a grin, teeth shining. His hand slipped between your thighs, his index and middle finger tracing up and down your slit. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, your thighs instinctively closing around his hand. Your face bloomed with warmth, eyes darting away from his cocky demeanour, “Baku—”

Your body jolted as a firm smack was delivered to your sensitive pussy, a wet, lewd sound meeting your ears as he did. It made a high pitched, whiny moan be pulled out from your throat.

Fuck.

“Try again,” he ordered, tone demanding and almost condescending. His lips ghosted yours yet he never had any intention of moving close enough to seal the gap between the two of you. You whimpered, eyes meeting the dark red irises that were staring straight through you.

“‘S yours, daddy.”

“Now that’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

His lips found yours, teeth tugging at your bottom lip hard enough to make the warmth in your stomach double. The liquid heat had been building ever since you walked in, and you were fairly certain that you weren’t going to last much longer.

He hooked your knees over his elbows, biceps flexing as the muscles in his arms supported your full weight. He picked you up with such ease, your arms flying around his neck as you squeal, gasping at how little effort that took him. He was a pro-hero in training, of course he had practiced lifting people up no matter their body type or size. Either way, it didn’t matter to him. He thought you looked rather angelic clinging onto him regardless. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat with his hands spreading your cheeks, grunting as he adjusted you in his arms. He slid slowly into your slick cunt inch by suffocating inch, your walls fluttering and enclosing around his throbbing cock. Katsuki’s breathing was unsteady, eyes watching your expression intently in hopes that this new position would give you as much pleasure as it was giving him. His ego was running rapant from how you were holding onto him for dear life. You were practically shaking in his grasp, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as all you could do was gape at how deep he reaches within you. You were keening, eyes hazed with lust and nails digging crescents into his shoulder blades hard enough to make him hiss.

When you finally catch your breath and adjust to his size, you give him a curt nod as an indication for him to start moving. Slowly, he lifted you up off his cock until his head kissed your entrance before allowing gravity to do most of the work. This position had his cock nudging your cervix and it made the knot in the pit of your stomach squeeze further, threatening to snap with every loud smack of his balls echoing through his dorm room. He pistoned into you like that, reaching deeper to rearrange your insides. It was like your entire body was being engulfed with pleasure and fire. He took in your face, how it scrunched in pleasure, hair sticking to your face as you mumble out how much you want to cum, how much you need to cum.

“Fuckin’ tight just for daddy, hah?” he cooed to you, “You wanna cum all over my cock like a little slut? You were watching me from the door jerking off for you. Dirty fuckin’ girl. Who’s making you feel good? Say it. Spit it out.”

“You!” you moaned, your head feeling light from the way the veins on the side of his cock rubbed your walls, “You, daddy. Please let me cum. I w- wanna cum!”

“I can’t hear you,” Katsuki rumbled, eyes steeled before you unmoving and unwilling to give you permission just yet. “Please!” you begged, “I’m a dirty girl. I’m your dirty girl, daddy! Please let me cum!” You were too engrossed in your pleasure to have any semblance of shame. Katsuki grinned. That’s what he wanted to hear. He let out a tiny ‘tch’ before uttering out, “Then cum, slut.”

Without another word, you let out a final wanton moan, gushing around him as the liquid heat finally expels from your body. Your orgasm hits you in waves, your body quivering with each new sensation as you hold Katsuki’s cock within your cunt. Your nails leave angry red marks along Katsuki’s shoulders, ultimately sending him hurtling towards his own release.

Cum dripped down his twitching cock, your chest heaving as your legs feel like jelly. Tingles shot down your spine as Katsuki pumped rope after rope of his sticky cum well enough to paint your inner walls white. He helped you ride out your high, delivering harsh bitemarks to your neck to leave a mural of hickeys claiming you as his. The smile he gives you is cocky, prideful, and arrogant. He placed you back down on his desk chair, your thighs still going through the aftershocks of your high. Reaching for his phone, he tapped the app icon for his camera. He knelt down, chuckling as your fingers slid between your legs to spread your lower lips for him. His cum seeped out past your slit, leaking down to your puckered asshole.

“There we go. Aren’t you daddy’s good girl, hm?”

Tiredly, you nodded.

“‘M daddy’s good girl.”

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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Chosen for Eternity

Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader, Andy Barber x reader (Vampire AU)

Word Count: 1,009

Summary: Bucky and Steve bring you a gift to last a lifetime.

Author’s Note: Happy Halloween!!! And the last day of Kinktober! So for day 31 I went off the prompt food/drink play and cemetery from the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Kinky Halloween Celebration. This is a part 2 to Chosen from earlier in the month. You don’t need to read it beforehand but it might be fun! ;) Thank you so so much to everyone for all your support and kindness for Kinktober and always! LOVE YOU ALL!❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: flirting, teasing, mentions of blood, drinking blood, maybe some voyeurism, oral sex (m rec), smut, cursing, light dirty talk...(18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Edits ARE NOT MINE: The three photos in my moodboard are by my amazing friend Nix. You can check out her awesome work here on Insta. Thank you my sweet! 🥰💕

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Candles burn bright amidst the darkness of the room, illuminating your silhouette along the walls, your body draped over the couch as you purr out his name.

“Andy.”

You reach inside his unbuttoned shirt and touch his bare skin, ghosting your fingertips through the hair that lines his chest and lightly scratching with your nails. Your nose lingers near his neck, inhaling his heady scent even as the cool night breeze blows in through the open window, carrying the fragrance of the garden below.

You brush your fingers over the lower buttons of his shirt and undo them, pushing it open so that you can feel more of his warm skin. Your other hand lightly tickles the back of his head as you graze your lips down his neck. You slide along the couch until you’re in his lap.

Andy moans, his eyes closing at the feel of you pressed against him.

“Baby doll,” Bucky murmurs, grabbing your attention. “What did I tell you about playing with your food?”

“But I like this one,” you pout. “I think I want to keep him.”

Steve and Bucky exchange a look.

“Why don’t you have a taste first?” Steve advises. “I think you’ll find him more than satisfactory.”

You give the boys a sultry smile and turn back to Andy, whose pink lips are now parted as his chest rises and falls with steady breaths.

You press your mouth to Andy’s, enjoying the softness of his lips before you leave a trail of kisses along his jaw. When your lips meet his neck you circle your arms around him and draw him up, sinking your teeth into his throat.

Andy’s head falls back and he let’s out a low moan, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Your body tenses as his warm blood flows through your veins and when you finally withdraw, your is skin flushed.

Your tongue presses against your fangs, the taste of his blood still lingering in your mouth. It’s intoxicating and the desire for more is like fire in your veins.

“He tastes delicious,” you croon.

Both Steve and Bucky look pleased as you stand and saunter over to them.

“Aren’t you going to take him?” Steve asks, his brows furrowed.

Bucky’s mouth lifts into a sly smile as he looks you over, your eyes glazed with lust.

“She is, Steven. Just not yet,” Bucky simpers, pulling you into his embrace.

“I can smell you,” Bucky whispers against your skin, his nose brushing along your neck. “Why don’t we show our new friend what he has to look forward to.”

Bucky kisses you, the taste of Andy making him growl low in the back of his throat. His long fingers slide down your dress and pull at the satin strings that hang at your waist. He gives the bow a sharp tug and it loosens, cascading down your back.

Steve’s fingers brush the fabric at your shoulders and it falls from your skin, collecting around your breasts. Bucky slowly pulls it down, letting it drop from your hips and exposing your hardened nipples to the chill night air.

Andy shifts on the couch, his eyes glued to the scene before him and his cock straining in his pants.

“Someone is enjoying the show,” Bucky hums, keeping his eyes on Andy as he takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks.

Bucky releases you and drags your hand down to his cock. You start to undo his pants with languid movements, getting them around his ankles before pushing him into the chair. You lean over and stick your ass in the air as you take Bucky’s cock into your mouth, circling your tongue around the tip.

You sense Steve move behind you, the buckle of his belt hitting the floor with his pants a moment before you feel his cock glide through your folds. Steve teases you, stroking you and soaking himself with your arousal.

Bucky presses a hand to the back of your head and pushes you down on his cock, the motion making you choke and moan around him. You slide your tongue along the length of him and as you reach the top you wrap your fingers around the base.

At the same moment, Steve pushes into you, the stretch making you whimper around Bucky’s cock. Steve’s large hands close around your hips and dig into your flesh as he starts to move faster. The room fills with the sounds of skin against skin and low moans of pleasure.

Your grip on Bucky’s cock tightens and you can feel his body strain with his coming release. Steve’s thrusts start to falter and you know he’s close too.

Bucky finishes first, filling your mouth as his hips rock back and forth. You swallow every drop and gradually release him with the scrape of your fangs. Steve watches your every move and with one last pump of his hips he spills inside you.

Steve slowly pulls out, his cum dripping down your inner thigh even as you stand and turn to Andy.

“Fuck,” Andy moans, his breathing now coming in short pants and his skin glistening with sweat.

Bucky and Steve stare as you walk toward the couch where Andy is seated, your hips swaying seductively and your fangs pressed against your lips.

“What do you think?” you ask Andy as you press your bare breasts to his chest.

Andy clenches his jaw with restraint as he reaches up to touch you, delicately grazing his hands over your thighs and pulling you closer.

“I think…,” he starts, closing his eyes as his fingers slide through the slickness along your inner thighs, “that I want to make you cum,” he whispers along the shell of your ear. “How come they get to? What about you?”

You look over your shoulder, lowering your lashes and blowing a kiss to Steve and Bucky.

“Oh, I definitely want to keep him, boys. He’s all mine,” you breathe out before wrapping yourself around Andy and capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.

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sparkbeast20 · 3 years

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Get me a picture of Solomon Shirtless

“The first person who can get me a picture of Solomon shirtless, I’m officially yours.”

The room fill with sound of spilt takes, things falling, and hand slamming on the table. All the brothers turn to you, some widen eyes and others mouths open.

Lucifer asks you why would want a picture of Solomon.

Your simple answer “I want to see his pact marks” you got up and walk out the room, leaving them with “I’m dead serious”

Lucifer

· Child’s play

· He calls Solomon over to discuss “human” topics

· They were in the library with books display about pacts and effects.

· He’ll asks Solomon about his pact marks.

· But Solomon natural self, asks Lucifer to make a pact with him.

· Lucifer refuse, and ask about a certain demon he “knows” if Solomon made a pact with that demon.

· His say yes, unbutton his uniform, and points on the pact mark.

· Lucifer quickly brought out his phone and took the picture.

· But Solomon hands were in the way.

· Darn, he wasn’t quick enough.

· Solomon tells Lucifer, he’ll let him take a picture, if he says please.

· I WILL KILL YOU.

· he wants this to be over so, he took a deep breath, gives Solomon a fake smile and said please, through his teeth.

· With that, Solomon opens his uniform and let Lucifer take one photo.

· Thanking Solomon, and walks away.

· He asks you to meet him in his study.

· You came, sat on the chair right in front of his desk while sat on the opposite side.

· He brought out an envelop with the picture, and slowly bringing closer to you, but quickly taking it back.

· His ask to you to only seeing it once, you nod and he gave it to you.

· You took it out of the envelop, take a long good look of it, then tearing it in front of him.

· Shock Lucifer was about to get up, when you place a hand above his

· squishing his hand tell him.

· “You won Lucifer, I’m all yours”

Mammon

· He will get that photo at all cause.

· A loud knock at the doors of Purgatory Hall.

· Poor Luke had to get up to answer the door.

· He opens it to see Mammon with a camera that he “borrowed” from Levi or Asmo.

· He asks where’s Solomon with an aggressive tone.

· Luke tells him to go home, but Mammon just repeats the question.

· Luke just wanting to go back to bed, he points Mammon to Solomon’s room.

· Solomon making potion, heard his door kick open, he turns to see Mammon in the middle of the door frame.

· “Mammon! What are doing here- “

· “Take off your shirt”

· “What!”

· “I need a picture of your pact marks”

· “NO!”

· Mammon ran toward Solomon, he quickly dodges the demon, he grabs a potion and throw it at Mammon.

· He got hit, but for whatever he powers through the effect of the potion. (Power of love, I guess.)

· AH! It hurts but I NEED THAT PHOTO

· And he starts throwing potion, this fight took why too long.

· Early in the morning, you heard a knock on your door, you got up and walk over there.

· You open to see a tired Mammon, half of his hair colored, his shirt and pants is complete mess.

· Before you could say anything, handed over the camera with Solomon picture display on the screen.

· He drags himself to your bed and complete collapse on it.

· You called to him, he looks up to you, you’re still looking at the photo, then you look at him, with the camera screen face him.

· With one press of a button, you deleted the photo right in front of him.

· Mammon jaw drop, but you sat next to him.

· Cupping his face, rubbing your thumb on his cheek you tell him.

· “Congratulation Great Mammon, I’m all yours”

Leviathan

· He didn’t believe it at first.

· But when he saw his brothers is thinking, especially Mammon, he knew this was for real.

· Then a light bulb lit up in his head, his face grows devious smile.

· He has a plan.

· He invited Solomon over to help him with something.

· He opens the door to Levi’s room to see, a green screen and four sets of cameras all facing the center of the room.

· Levi greets Solomon, and tells him that he needs someone to model for his 3D character his making.

· Solomon agrees, but Levi say that he has to be shirtless for first part.

· Solomon asks why.

· He answers because the character has to have a default look, so he can add outfit in the future.

· With that, Levi got the photos, and proud of himself for not making things awkward.

· But he didn’t expect for Solomon to stay and watch how to make a 3D model.

· Oh I didn’t think this through.

· After a couple of hours of faking doing 3D model in a computer, the results were horrible.

· Levi feeling embarrass, he hides his face on the desk with his arms covering his head.

· Solomon tells him to find a different hobby, and leaves.

· It was the middle of the night when you heard a knock on the door.

· You told them to come in.

· The door open to revel Levi exhausted and red on the face, he raises his hand with the picture of Solomon.

· You got up, walk over to Levi.

· The two of you walk to your bed and sat down, you took the photos.

· You stared in each photo, then tear it in to pieces.

· Levi was about to scream because of your action, when lean your head on his shoulder, nuzzling it.

· Then you when near his ear and whisper.

· “Lord of shadow, I’m all your”

Satan

· He got angry a little bit about the task.

· there’s has to have a reason.

· Being cautious he messages Solomon about this.

· A laughing emoji pop up, then a text “they’re that desperate”

· Rage did begin to describe how piss of Satan was.

· Solomon had the gall to call you desperate.

· Later the evening, Solomon was in the common room of Purgatory Hall.

· Still thinking about his text with Satan, when he notices the window is crack open.

· He walks over, he was about to close it, when a hand grabs his wrist.

· Solomon looks out the window to see Satan in his demon form, mouthing “TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT”.

· At breakfast, everyone was eating and planning, when suddenly Satan walks in with a smile on his face.

· He saw you eating your breakfast, he walks over place the picture of a scare shirtless Solomon next to your plate.

· You almost choke to see it.

· While everyone else is shock and disappointed that Satan manage to get the picture.

· You grab the picture off the table, took a long good look then tear it.

· Most of the brothers were shock, and Satan was about to break something, when you gesture him to come closer.

· He leans near you, then you whisper in his ear.

· “Thank you, Satan I’m all your”

Asmodeus

· That’s easy, Solomon wouldn’t say no to him, right?

· The next day, Asmo want to Purgatory Hall to get the pictures he needed.

· But when he asks where’s Solomon, Luke said that his hiding from him and his brother.

· Oh so, he wants to this game… well challenge accepted old friend.

· Asmo use all his socials give out a message.

· “If you spot Solomon, DM me his location”

· Within the hour, Asmo knows where Solomon is.

· But every time he gets close, Solomon manages to get away.

· After 20 attempts of catching Solomon, Asmo finally cornered him, but at a cause.

· Determine, tired and anger, a messes Asmo tells Solomon to give up.

· Knowing Asmo rage can rivel Satan, Solomon gave up.

· After taking the photo, Asmo asks Solomon why he was hiding.

· Solomon simple answer “I like a challenge”

· You were in the common room, when Asmo show up with the photos.

· He was is a mess when gave you the photos.

· After giving them a good stare, you rip up the photos.

· Asmo gasp, then quickly engulf in your embrace, and tell him.

· “I’m all yours, Asmo”

Beelzebub

· He’ll just ask him, what could go wrong.

· He just when over to Purgatory Hall to get the photo.

· When he saw Luke and Simeon speed walking away from their dorm.

· Are they going out somewhere?

· The door open, Solomon welcome Beel.

· I have a bad feeling.

· Once inside, Beel when straight to the point, and asks Solomon a picture of his pact marks.

· He would gladly accept, but he has to finish his dinner all on his own.

· Sweat drip down from Beel’s forehead, he knows where this is going.

· With one final breath, Beel tells Solomon that he’ll help him with his dinner.

· Solomon smile and asks Beel to follow him in to the dining hall.

· Dizzy, Beel awakes up from a food coma.

· He saw Solomon taking picture of himself in the mirror.

· He turns to greet Beel, and hand over his phone.

· However, Beel asks him one more thing.

· “Sure, what is it?”

· “Tell me all about your pact marks, while I write the down”

· You were at the kitchen making cupcakes, when Beel comes in.

· He gave you the photos and notes about the pacts.

· You folded the note and hide it in your pocket, but the photos you tear it up.

· Beel’s jaw drop, but you place a cupcake in it, and gave him hug.

· “You did so much Beel, I’m all yours.”

Belphegor

· He thought to himself “just a picture, hm easy”

· When luck comes his way, Belphie saw Solomon at their gate.

· Solomon was about to enter woods nearby, Belphie asks what he was doing here.

· He said that, he was get some ingredients for a potion his making.

· Belphie tells Solomon, he’ll help him in exchange he wants one photo of him showing his pact marks on his torso.

· Solomon agrees, and the two when into the woods.

· The first thing they need was salamander slim.

· However, those things are slippering every time Belphie grab on to it, the Salamander slide out of his hands.

· After 5 attempts, they manage to get the slim.

· Then a certain fur from a cougar fang.

· Belphie got scratch.

· Then finally 10 seven leafs clovers

· Fuck! those things are rare, are you insane.

· After hours of looking, they found ten clovers.

· Once they got out the woods, Belphie brought out his phone and gave to Solomon.

· “Deals a deal I don’t want to see you shirtless so, take them over there”

· You were in the music room listening to favorite songs, when Belphie walks in, phone in hand.

· He sat next to you and gave you his phone with the picture.

· You look at the picture, while you took of your earphone off.

· Belphie widen eyes when he saw you delete the photo.

· You hand over his phone back, with an angry look on his face grab hold on the phone, but you didn’t let go.

· Instead, you place your other hand over his, rubbing it, he looks back to you.

· You smile and grab his hand, and tell him.

· “Wonder work Belphie, I’m all yours”

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Epilogue

You were leaning in bed with the winner, the room was peaceful and quiet, you turn over him seeing his calm and happy.

A moment of silent was break by a sound from your D.D.D, you grab it and got out of bed, you bend over to kiss him on top of his head, and told him that you were going to the bathroom, he sleepy nod, then you walk out.

You close the door of the bathroom, and see how texted you.

Solomon

That was really daring of you to ask them that.

I told you, I’ll get you back

But I didn’t expect him to that.

I always make things hard for your “champion”

You really did, but that not what a reply to you.

Oh! What is it

I want to thank you

Thank me for what, I gave him a hard time, well hard time for him.

Exactly, he when so far to get a picture of you Shirtless.

He was confused at first but I show him that I don’t need a picture of some else.

So, Thank you, Solomon I got a Boyfriend out of it.

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