#fuck i had the word in my mind! not shocked... not taken aback... but like. surprised pikachu face kinda
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#hold on im not near my tablet rn But#i do have a teeny supplementary doodle of barnaby being uh#fuck i had the word in my mind! not shocked... not taken aback... but like. surprised pikachu face kinda#idk idk ill add it to the post later or somethin. tis not but a low res crumb#rambles from the bog
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sky full of stars | ln4
summary: dj!lando always plays your song when you’re at the club.
word count: 3,615
warnings: drinking
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2021
You did not want to be in this club. You would need another pair of hands and feet to count off all the places you’d rather be, the very first one being asleep in your bed.
But here you were, not only in the club, but within a throng of people at varying levels of fucked up, jumping around and dancing to the song pounding through the speakers. Your comforts were twofold: the first was knowing that you could handle the two shots in your system, and the second was that your best friend was the designated driver tonight, so there was no way in hell she was going to leave without you.
Frankly, you’d been ready to leave an hour ago. In fact, you’d started saying the words, “I want to go home” when you caught a glimpse of the DJ in charge of tonight’s music. Granted, it was hard to really look at him considering the fact that the lights were low and you were on the other end of the club, but you’d seen just enough to know that he was attractive and any thought of leaving had gone right out the window. Not to mention the fact that he hadn’t said anything when he started his set, so you didn’t even know what his voice sounded like.
You needed a closer look.
So here you were, surprisingly enjoying yourself on the dance floor while you tried to check him out without being overly conspicuous. You were only able to make out a head of curly hair and the large hand that lifted a shot glass to his lips when your phone started ringing, the buzz in your pocket the only indication thanks to the blaring music. You squinted at the screen, thinking it might be your friend trying to find you, but the caller ID read “Potential Spam,” so your phone went right back into your pocket. You were on a mission.
When you looked up, you made direct eye contact with the man of the hour– the DJ you found nothing short of infatuating. You were rather close to his setup, maybe ten people away, but you could feel his gaze on you as he picked up a microphone.
“This next song is dedicated to the gorgeous woman I’m looking at right now,” he announced to the whole room, sending a wink in your direction before getting to work on fading the current song into the new one– “A Sky Full of Stars” by Coldplay.
You felt goosebumps rising on your arms as the first few notes filled the room, suddenly glad that you were here and not at home, asleep. The lights moved in tandem to the beat of the song, and you finally got a proper look at his face. It’s then that you knew you were screwed, because if he wasn’t the most attractive man you’d ever seen in your life, you’d be lying.
You barely had any time to pull yourself together before he was motioning for one of his friends to take over for him and stepping down from the booth into the crowd, making a beeline right for where you stood in the middle of it all.
“You’re awfully bold,” you said when he was close enough to hear you, a bit taken aback by how quickly he’d closed the distance between the two of you. “What makes you think I like this song?”
He didn’t answer at first, instead choosing to slowly run his hand down your arm until his fingers tangled with yours. “You have goosebumps, and I’d be shocked if you didn’t like it. When I played it last time, you came up to me and tried to take the mic so you could sing it to everyone.”
That’s another reason why you never made a habit out of going to the club. Somehow, it always got to the point where you lost your mind a little bit and somehow managed to find new ways to make an idiot out of yourself. But tonight was different– you were managing your alcohol intake, and the hot DJ was calling you out on something you’d been too drunk to remember the next morning.
Your friends hadn’t though; in fact, they’d been gracious enough to provide video proof of them dragging you away from the DJ booth. You’d never felt such shame as you did watching that back.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, his free hand tilting your chin up so he could look right at you as he spoke. “It’s how I noticed you in the first place. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you since.”
At least one good thing came out of my foolishness, you thought to yourself as he took your other hand and put both of your arms around his neck. It made sense, anyway– you definitely would’ve remembered seeing him before had you been sober.
“I’m not a very good dancer,” you warned him as he began to sway to the music, taking you along with him as his hands went down to your hips.
“Neither am I,” he confided, lips close to your ear.
The chorus began, the song’s beat drop making the lights change from red to blue, and you decided that you would let this happen, even if it turned into another embarrassing memory. At least you would remember this time, and you’d never forget swaying back and forth with the handsome DJ as the rest of the crowd danced around you both.
2022
You were in the club again, and you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. Spending so much time with your favorite DJ, Lando Norris, will do that to you. After that first dance, he bought you a couple drinks and didn’t go back to the DJ booth for the rest of the night due to you dragging him right back out into the crowd and dancing with him until your feet hurt too much to stand. Eventually, your best friend had found you and told you it was time to go, and in your tipsy state you’d kept your arms firmly around Lando, said something about “holding him hostage,” and vehemently refused to go anywhere. It wasn’t until he gave you his number that you allowed your best friend to take you home.
He texted you right away when he woke up that morning, and the day after the two of you went on your first date. He surprised you by taking you to a rather high-end restaurant; you’d pegged him for a more low-key guy when it came to dates, despite the fact that he’d dedicated a song to you in front of a club full of people, and you were proved correct when you were on the phone with him later that night.
“I don’t even like going out that much,” he confessed, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. “I just thought you deserved something special for a first date so I didn’t look like a loser.”
“You could have just told me that,” you giggled. “The dress code for our next date can be sweats.”
You still remembered the way his eyes lit up when you said “our next date.” That next date, a movie marathon at your apartment, had turned into countless dates, and you never went back to that restaurant.
Now, you were in the club where the two of you first met to celebrate your one year anniversary. Lando was wearing a white button up, and had just unbuttoned the top two buttons to reveal more of his tan skin and the gold chain around his neck. You’d given him a look, and he’d complained that “it’s just so hot in here,” but the both of you knew he was just doing it to rile you up.
It was working.
Your hands gravitated to the newly exposed skin, palms running up along his shoulders and fingers dipping beneath his collar to gently scratch at his back. You could spend all night running your hands over his skin, and he’d be happy to let you do it. He leaned closer to you, nearly stepping on your toes as his arms looped around your waist.
“You really weren’t lying last year when you said you were a bad dancer.” You laughed at the affronted look on his face.
“I think I’ve gotten better, thank you very much.” He said, and promptly stepped directly on your foot. “Shit, baby, I’m sorry!”
You only laughed harder, pulling him into a kiss. You could feel the vibrations of his own laughter against your lips.
“Wait right here,” he instructed, breaking the kiss. “I’ve got something for you.”
He kissed your cheek and disappeared into the crowd.
The song playing began fading out, which caught your attention because it was in the middle of the chorus. You didn’t need Lando’s DJ knowledge to know that it was a strange decision to fade a song out long before it was over.
“Attention, everyone. We had a special request tonight from a familiar face,” the DJ announced before passing the microphone to none other than your boyfriend.
“This next song goes out to my beautiful girlfriend,” Lando said, pointing directly at you and causing your face to get hot when half the room looked in the direction of his finger. “Happy one year, baby. I love you.”
Your jaw dropped as the familiar opening notes of “A Sky Full of Stars” started playing. Not just because of the song, but because of those three special words. I love you. You’d only said it to each other a handful of times, and Lando had just said it to you in front of hundreds of people.
You met him in the middle of the floor, too impatient to wait until he got back to you.
“I love you, I love you so much!” You yelled over the music, kissing him again.
“One year is just the beginning, yeah?” He asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, cheeks hurting from smiling so wide.
2023
You were wrapped up in Lando’s arms as you stood before his setup. In the past year, he had been promoted to be the main talent for the club and had three sets every weekend. He had insisted that the only gift he wanted from you for your two year anniversary was that you help him DJ his next set, and you’d obviously agreed. You got him a necklace anyway, but kept your promise so long as he promised to help you gain at least some skills beforehand so the audience wouldn’t kick you out for being shit. After a week or so, you felt confident enough with the buffer of the knowledge you’d picked up over the past two years to be where you were now– fading one song into another almost seamlessly.
Lando would take his hands off of you for only seconds at a time to adjust something here or there and make the music flow as smoothly as possible. Otherwise, he was all over you for the whole club to see, and you were kind of obsessed with it. He was hardly paying attention to anything else; only moving on autopilot to fiddle with the knobs or whatever it was he was doing to make you look like an adequate DJ.
“Did I do okay?” You asked towards the end of the set, looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend who hadn’t stopped smiling at you since you left the apartment and arrived at the club early to set up.
“Are you kidding? I think I might be out of a job after tonight,” he said, threading his fingers into your hair to pull you into a long kiss. “At least I would be, if I didn’t have this party trick under my sleeve.”
Slightly dazed from the passion of his kiss, you let him lean around you and queue up a song that wasn’t originally in the mix for that evening’s set.
At this point, you should have expected it, and maybe you did a little bit, but that didn’t stop the tears from pricking your eyes and the goosebumps rising on your arms when “A Sky Full of Stars” began, sending the crowd into a chorus of cheers.
“It works every time,” he said cheekily, reaching up to wipe away the tears that had escaped.
“You are unbelievable.” It was meant to be said in jest, but you were just so filled with love and adoration for him that it sounded like a compliment.
“Dance to our song with me,” he said, spinning you and tugging you forward so you bumped right into his chest.
“Here?” You looked behind you, at the set up, at the hundreds of people, and he took your chin in his hand and turned your face back to him.
“Here. Now. I want them all to see how much I love you.” He said it so sweetly that, in that moment, you were willing to give him just about whatever he wanted.
He started singing the song to you, “‘Cause in a sky, ‘cause in a sky full of stars, I think I saw you,” and it felt like you were the only two people in the room when the beat dropped and you kissed him with everything you had, letting him sway you back and forth and spin you around one too many times just to see his smile and hear his giddy laugh.
2024
You’re surprised when Lando tells you that he’s made different plans for your three year anniversary. The club has become a second home of some sorts; you’re there more often than not to watch his sets, and you’ve always gone there for your anniversaries. Not just the years, but the six month, year and a half, and two and a half year anniversaries as well. Thus, the sudden deviation from tradition raises a few alarm bells in your head. If anything, you’d expect a change for your four years next year since 4 is your boyfriend’s lucky number.
You don’t have time to dwell on it that much. You have to be out the door in ten minutes, and you still have to finish applying your lipstick, not to mention strap yourself into the sparkling silver heels Lando had gotten you for Christmas.
“Almost ready, baby?” He asks, peeking into the bathroom and watching as you add one last swipe of lipstick.
“Yup! Just need my—” you’re cut off when he holds up the heels. “—shoes. Thanks, Lan.”
“Here, sit. I’ll put them on for you.” He gestures to the edge of the tub.
You take him up on his offer happily, and your heart jumps up into your throat when he stares right into your eyes and slowly gets down on one knee before you.
You’d overheard him talking about possibly proposing to you with your parents over the holiday break, and you hadn’t been stealthy about it at all, so he knows that you heard. Since then, he’s made a game out of getting on one knee in front of you every now and then. He already did it once this morning when he woke you up only to tell you that he made you breakfast. You know he’s joking, but now that you’re celebrating a significant milestone in your relationship you can’t help but have a slight inkling that his joking around is less of a joke and more of a hint.
So when he holds your gaze long enough to make you start thinking that it might actually happen before going about putting your shoes on, you’re not at all fazed and ruffle his hair.
“Hey! Easy, I spent a lot of time making my hair look good for you.” He yelps, jumping up to look in the mirror and patting it down meticulously.
“I like it when it’s messy,” you reply, giving him a look that you know drives him crazy.
“You can’t say that and look at me that way when we’re trying to leave the house, babe.” He whines.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You make sure the straps on your heels are tight enough before you stand up, pleased that your retaliation to his down-on-one-knee joke worked better than you thought it would. “Come on, I don’t want to be late!”
He wastes no time in getting his payback for your antics when you arrive at the restaurant he took you to for your very first date. He opens the car door for you, and takes your hand to help you step out. The moment you’re on the sidewalk and the door is closed behind you, he gets down on one knee again, making a point to look at you the entire time. Your heart jumps again. Certainly he wouldn’t do it on the sidewalk? Or maybe he would, to add to the element of surprise?
He doesn’t. He simply ties his shoelace, the picture of innocence all the while.
“Shall we?” He says as he straightens up, offering his arm with a smile.
You retain your own picture of innocence, wrapping your hand around his bicep. “We shall.”
Seeing that he had booked the private dining room has more alarm bells going off in your head, not to mention the fact that you thought you’d never see the inside of this restaurant again. Regardless, you were actually kind of happy to be somewhere quieter to celebrate your anniversary, as much as you’ve fallen in love with being at the club.
Lando clears his throat loudly towards the end of your meal as the waiter pours two glasses of champagne. “Three years,” he begins, sounding somewhat awestruck.
You nod in agreement. “Three years. Sick of me yet?”
“I don’t think that’s possible.” He passes you a glass, and you clink them together before you each take a sip. “Actually, I’d really love to just spend my entire life with you.”
Now he’s not even trying to hide it, so you laugh a little bit. “That’s sweet, Lan.”
“I’m serious,” he pouts, and you try to contain yourself, painting a serious expression on your face and nodding as you press your lips together. “Fine, I admit it. I went a little too far with the joke.”
“Which time? Are we talking about just today or the past few weeks?” You ask pointedly, taking another sip of your champagne.
“Okay, a lot too far.” He huffs, getting out of his chair and pushing it in before walking to your side of the table. “I want to make up for it right now though, if that’s alright with you.”
“Oh my God. You’re actually serious?” You ask, feeling your insides beginning to shake a little with giddiness as he gets down on one knee before you for the fourth time today.
“I have never been more serious about anything in my life.” He reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a small box.
It looks a bit different than ring boxes normally look, and the moment he opens it you understand why. The notes of “A Sky Full of Stars” emit from within the box where the ring sits, the dazzling diamond sparkling when it catches the light.
“Fuck’s sake, Lando, I wouldn’t have spent so much time on my makeup if I knew you were gonna do this,” you sniffle, putting a hand over your mouth.
“I’ll keep it short because I don’t want to cry too much and ruin it,” he promises, taking your free hand in his own, the other holding the box out to you. “I’ve never been happier to be borderline assaulted by a drunk girl in the middle of a set, because if that never happened I don’t know if we would’ve met.”
You start laughing hysterically, tears most definitely ruining your makeup, and he laughs through his own tears.
“I just love you so much, every little thing about you. It would take me eternity to tell you how much I love you, and that wouldn’t even be enough time with you. So, that’s why I want to ask you to be with me beyond eternity and do me the honor of being my wife.” He says your name like he’s saying it for the first time, taking his time to savor the way it rolls off his tongue. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” you nod. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Hand shaking, he slips the ring onto your finger. The moment it’s in place, he puts his other knee down and pulls you into the tightest hug as the song continues playing from the box.
“I love you,” you whisper in his ear, feeling his shoulders shake slightly as he cries. “But did you have to give me a heart attack so many times today?”
He laughs, pulling away and grabbing a napkin to gently wipe your eyes. “Four’s my lucky number, I had to do it three other times today to make sure I got it right.”
The song comes to an end, and you pick up the box, observing the intricate design and the engraving on the outside– You get lighter the more it gets dark. I’m going to give you my heart. Forever.
“You know this has to be the song we dance to for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Norris, right?” You say to him, leaning in and kissing the tears off of his cheeks.
“Way ahead of you, baby. I already started making our playlist; it’s the first song on there.”
note: the fact that i’m posting this after lando confirmed he “retired” from dj-ing… call this my long-winded eulogy. special thanks to coldplay for making a song that inspired a whole story!
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [IN THIS HOUSE OF MINE] ❞ — a 'cuz you're a natural sequel ; MDNI!
pairing: aaron hotchner x rossi!reader.
summary: he vowed not to make a move on you, he never promised not to reciprocate yours.
content warnings: yeah this one's smutty. fingering. oral (f! receiving). unprotected p in v. foul language. age-gap if you read part one. not proof read. 18+. MDNI.
word count: 1,6k.
a/n: i'm not a smut writer, hotch just fucks up my brain chemistry.
it's late when aaron gets home, you shouldn't know that because you shouldn't be there. you had made him the favor of watching over jack while jessica had some medical appointments. you didn't mind, jack was a good boy and the house smelled like hotch. he told you it was only for a few hours and as soon as she picked jack up, you could leave.
but you didn't, you stayed, and you waited. and almost scared him to death as he noticed the front door unlocked, hand going straight for his gun, a loud sigh of relief when he noticed it was just you. "why're you still here? it's late."
you kneed on the couch, looking at him as he put his keys and suitcase over the table. "want me to make an excuse? lie?" you ask, completely straightforward, the time for the little games, the hunt, the flirting... put behind you the moment he showed you interest weeks before. you were just waiting for the right moment, and there it was, presented to you on a silver platter.
he wasn't necessarily speechless, but rather weighting his options, debating the outcomes of each of his answers. he vowed to himself to not make a move on you, to not act on it. but there you were, on his house, knees to his couch, eyes glued on him. he glances your lips for few seconds, licking his own in the process. "i don't do lies."
now you're the one thinking about your answer, how crass should you be? should you tell him you're there still because you want to see him? to touch him? to hear him? or should you be a bit more daring? show him you're not playing games...
he's still some steps away from you, you're still in control, your voice won't crack, you're breathing completely fine, so you decide to use that in your favor while you can, going for the last option, "i'm still here because i want you to fuck me."
aaron is a bit taken aback by the weight of your choice of words, but he's still him, so he only sighs, his thumb and middle finger going to his eyes, as if he was dealing with some sort of nuisance and not a gorgeous, fun and bold young woman ready to give him everything he craves and needs so much.
his hesitance should stop you, but it makes you feel like a fucking winner. he could've denied you right away. he could've been shocked, appalled. but he was neither and that makes you get out of the couch, closing the distance between your body and his, your glance up to him was challenging, defiant almost. "agent hotchner, you don't do lies. tell me you don't want this and i'll leave."
is he more aroused by the way you call him agent or by the fact he just doesn't know if you're bluffing or not? aaron's not sure, but he's been so starved of the sort of attention you're giving him and he's so tired he can't fight his hunger anymore, he pushes you to the nearest wall as his reply, one of his hands pulls one of your legs up, placing it around his waist, the other pulls your lips to him by your neck.
the kiss is rough, harsh, he easily dominates you with it, stealing pants from you that it usually takes men a lot more to get, but you're not about to give him all the control, you were the one to go after him after all, so you sink your teeth to his bottom lip until you feel the taste of metal and aaron moans, breaking the kiss to throw his head back, his cock hardening against his clothes. against you.
not that he was expecting you to be completely submissive under his touch, but your boldness was a surprise that apparently kept on giving, you pushed him off of you, walking slowly towards his bedroom as you took each piece of clothing you were wearing off of your body, making a trail of it he gladly followed.
by the time you both get to his bedroom, only your panties are left and you lay on his bed, offering yourself for him to take. aaron loudly groans, his shoes and his pants following the fate of your own before hovering your body, knee between your thighs giving you the friction you so desperately need. he should ask if you're sure about this, he should remind you of the consequences this could entail. he's usually so much better than this, so much more careful, but the second your hips move trying to get more from him and the moan escapes your throat the only words that leave his are not even close to what he should, "gonna be the death of me, dear." you're glad he still has his shirt and tie on as you pull him to you with it, leaving to him to set up the pace of the kiss.
it was messy and greedy, his tongue took turns between exploring your mouth and leaving trails of saliva in between your shoulders and your chin, his hands were not much better, from your breasts to your waist, from your waist to your thighs and back to your breasts, rubbing your nipple harshly, making you squirm under him.
it doesn't take long for him to get you out of your last piece of clothing, his shirt and tie along with it, you sigh in disappointment, he could've left the tie, but you can't dwell on it much when he makes you fold your legs and gives your folds that first slow, torturous swipe of his tongue. your back arches and your hips buckle as he works you up, you find the only way to keep your body steady is to tug on his hair and grip on the pillow behind your head.
he's good, oh, he's so good, you can't even praise him properly, your brain going completely numb with pleasure, your voice being able to only whine his name and ask him for more, please, and he's not denying you anything as he inserts his thumb on your already slick hole, his tongue not leaving your clit, only changing paces and movements until he noticed which one made you writhe the most, your moaning getting more high pitched as you felt that known feeling of impending orgasm forming.
aaron replaces his thumb with his middle finger and his tongue with his thumb, wanting to be closer to you, looking deep inside your eyes as you came undone for him, he kept his pace, observing your reactions, the way your hips moved trying to close your thighs on him, how your hands gripped the sheets. a thought of something he hasn't felt in a while passes through him and he tells you to move your hand to his shoulder, to his back. "mark me." it's a demand, and you gladly oblige, sinking your nails to his flesh, scratching him and using his skin as an anchor as you started seeing white, the fastest and hardest orgasm a man has ever given you.
he helps you ride your high down, only moving his hand away when you were overstimulated by it, he sucks on his middle finger first and then inserts his thumb in your mouth so you can do the same, "got what you stayed for?" he teases, and your hands go straight to his boxers, pulling it down so you can touch his stiff cock, already glistening with his precum.
"not yet, agent." your thumb barely touches his tip and he's sighing, eyes closed and lips between his own teeth to hold himself. he wants to push your head, feel your defiant mouth around him, but he hopes for another time as he takes your hand off of him, quickly and awkwardly getting his boxers completely out of his body.
aaron positions himself between your legs, tapping your thigh as a command so you wrap them around his waist, he pumps himself two more times and shoved his cock into you, fully, no warning, earning a gasp from your lips and more scars on his back. it takes a second for you to adjust but it's not painful, sooner than he expects you're using your legs to push him deeper, to move.
you purposefully clench around his length, wanting nothing more than to see his face contort in pleasure, the pleasure you're giving him. even if it causes him to last less, you want him to lose it, to throw his self control out the window.
he's about to tell you that he won't last if you keep doing it, but he sees your intentions clear as day by the lust in your eyes, your lips parted observing how gorgeous he looked panting, sweating for you. it makes him pick up his pace, faster and hitting harder that spot that makes you cry out his name, touching your forehead with his as he reached for his own peak. letting out a low lingering fuck as he did so, the way his pubes hit your clit along with his pace enough to tip you over the edge once more that night.
normally he would offer a bath once he's out of you, his seed dripping to your thighs, but he's too tired and sleepy so he just pulls you into his arms, his face nuzzling into your neck. you don't complain, wanting to enjoy this moment of proximity, hoping it wouldn't be the last.
aaron hopes the same.
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・𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐈𝐭 • Steven Grant x Fem reader
- 18+, period sex, blood!, p in v, unprotected sex, reader finds out she gets her period midway through but Steven likes it more than she thought, soft dom Steven, after care mentioned, cussing, needy Steven, praising, slight dumbification
Steven has been extra needy this week so it was no surprise when you were pulled into bed the second you got home.
You had no clue what’s gotten into him but you were never one to complain, you always enjoyed the days he got extra needy. Sometimes fucking you at an excruciating slow pace or even worse, just cock warming him.
But tonight Steven was roughly fucking into your soaked cunt with his hand softly wrapped around your neck and your back pressed against his. His cock sloppily plunging into you while his puffy tip slammed at your g spot.
Your lips were curled, eyes rolled back in bliss as he hit deeper and deeper. In the mist of your pleasure and Steven’s loud moans, you couldn’t help but notice the feeling deep in your tummy.
It felt like the pleasure you felt whenever you’d fuck yourself on your period, that warm satisfying tingling that made you wish Steven’s cock was fucking you instead of your silicon toy.
You slid your fingers down legs and to your shock, both your fingers were coated in blood when you pulled them back up. Out of all days, your period decided to happen now. “St- Steven!” You whined.
“Mmh yeah love?” Steven hummed with his pace just as messy “I- I got my period” you embarrassingly admitted. Your hand pushed at his abdomen in fear of how messy his sheets were.
You were taken aback as Steven looked down, his eyes widening as he licked his lips and let out a pathetic moan “fuck” it was almost inaudible but you caught it.
You began to panic thinking he was grossed out, but instead of pulling out he plunged back into you. You let out the prettiest moan as he lifted your face up to his, lips mere inches away “Can I keep on going?” Steven mumbled dumbly as he slowly rocked his hips.
You couldn’t help but notice his grip tighten, he looked so fucking needy “yes” you moaned as he pressed a thankful kiss onto your lips. “Oh god love, feel so fucking good” he hissed as the wetness of your cunt mixed with the blood made it even easier for Steven to fuck you.
Steven admired the way his cock was coated in a red and white mix of slick and blood, it was driving him crazy. He had to get a better view so when he manhandled you onto your stomach, face down ass up, you didn’t even have time to process it before he was pounding into you.
Your moans filled the room as he watched your cunt take him so easily, his mouth salivated at how easily he slid in and out of you. It felt so intimate to be buried in you as your body went through one of its most difficult yet beautiful monthly phases, Steven could feel himself slipping away into his mind as he took in the pleasure of all of it.
With your face pressed against the sheets, incoherent words spilled out of you, the feeling of Steven’s thick cock throbbing against your walls was so much for you. You could feel Steven purposely filling you full, his Pubic bone flush against you with each thrust.
Steven smiled as you dumbly muttered up at him “yeah?” He mocked with heavy thrusts. He watched as you sunk into the sheets with your fists clinging onto them. You’ve never had sex on your period before so it was safe to say you now understood why people say it felt so good.
Steven was losing his mind as he fucked your messy cunt, his field of vision going blurry as he felt you fluttering against his cock. He took it as a sign to snake his hand between your legs and rub your puffy clit with his cock plunging into you.
“Oh- stevennn” you let you a shaky cry as your clit throbbed against his fingers. Your orgasm pulling Steven’s sanity away from him as you praised him dumbly.
“Fuck Love, oh hone-“ Steven huffed as he pushed you onto the sheets, his cock completely buried inside you as he filled you with his loads.
You could hear the obscene sounds coming from the both of you as the sloppily slowed his hips. “My sweet girl, I love you so much” Steven hissed as he pulled out with a sigh.
You hummed into the sheets as you stared at Steven with a smile on your face. “I already know you’ll give me you’re I’m sorry and I made such a mess so don’t start. You hear me?” Steven scolded as he turned you around and pressed a soft kiss onto your lips.
“Oh god the sheets!” You gasp as the patches of your blood stained the sheets “hey hey what did I say, They are just sheets for crying out loud I’ll just wash em’ love” Steven softly reassured you.
“How about I get the tub ready for the both of us mhm?”
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5 MINUTES - J. HUGHES
paring: Jack Hughes x fem! reader
word count:2.7k
requested? no
warnings: use of y/n.
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The music pulsed through the house, vibrating the floors and resonating with the thumping of my heart. I found myself standing at the edge of the bustling party, a plastic cup of some questionable punch in my hand. My best friend, Luke Hughes, had dragged me along, promising it would be a night to remember. And knowing Luke, he was rarely wrong about these things.
Luke and I had been close friends since childhood. Our families were intertwined in a way that only years of friendship could manage. He was the kind of guy who would make anyone feel at ease, and tonight was no exception. He had introduced me to a few of his friends, ensuring I was never left alone in the sea of unfamiliar faces.
Among those faces was Jack Hughes, Luke’s older brother. I'd known Jack for a while, but our interactions had always been brief and slightly awkward. He had a reputation for being a bit aloof and, frankly, somewhat rude. Despite this, I couldn’t help but feel a certain attraction towards him. His tall frame, tousled brown hair, and piercing blue eyes always managed to catch my attention, even when he was being his usual, standoffish self.
I looked up to see Jack standing a few feet away, a drink in hand. He glanced over at us, offering a half-hearted smile before taking a sip of his drink.
"Hey, Y/N," he said, his voice low and slightly mocking. "Glad you could make it."
"Thanks for the invite, Jack," I replied, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.
Jack just smirked and moved on, leaving me with Luke who gave me an apologetic smile.
"Don't mind him, he's just being Jack," Luke said, rolling his eyes.
I tried to brush off the encounter, reminding myself that Jack was just being his usual self. But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment. I had always harbored a bit of a crush on Jack, but his consistent rudeness had made it hard to see him in a romantic light.
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As the night wore on, the energy of the party continued to escalate. I found myself joining in on a game of "5 Minutes in Heaven," a classic party game that I hadn’t played since high school. The rules were simple: a bottle was spun, and whoever it pointed to when it stopped would be your partner for the next five minutes in a closet. What happened in those five minutes was up to them.
To my surprise, when the bottle came to a halt, it was pointing directly at Jack.
"Looks like it’s our lucky night," he said with a smirk, leading me to the closet.
The door closed behind us, enveloping us in darkness. I could hear his breathing, steady and controlled, as he stood close to me.
"So, what do we do now?" I asked, trying to break the tension.
Jack chuckled softly. "Well, I guess we could just talk, or…," his voice trailed off as he leaned in to kiss me.
Taken aback, I pulled away quickly. "What the fuck, Jack? You can't do that to me."
He looked shocked, his blue eyes wide and filled with regret. "I’m sorry, Y/N, I shouldn’t have done that."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Why would you do that? Especially after being so rude to me all night?"
Jack sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I don’t know, I guess I thought it was what you wanted."
I looked at him incredulously. "You thought I wanted you to kiss me after you’ve been nothing but rude to me all night?"
"Yeah, I guess," he admitted, his voice filled with uncertainty. "I mean, the way you look at me says otherwise."
I felt a mixture of surprise and confusion. "What do you mean, the way I look at you?"
He shrugged, avoiding my gaze. "I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. But there’s something in your eyes when you look at me that made me think you might feel the same way."
I took a deep breath, trying to process what he was saying. "Jack, just because I find you attractive doesn’t mean I appreciate being treated the way you’ve treated me tonight."
He looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You think I'm attractive?”
I rolled my eyes, feeling a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Of all the things I’ve said, that's what you focus on?"
He looked taken aback, his blue eyes searching mine for a moment. "God, I hate you," I muttered, half-serious, half-teasing.
"Times up, you two!" Luke's voice called out.
“Thank god”
We stepped out of the closet, our eyes meeting briefly before we both turned away, lost in our thoughts.
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The rest of the night passed in a blur, the party slowly winding down as people began to leave. Luke approached me as I was getting ready to leave, a concerned look on his face.
"Are you okay, Y/N? You seem a bit off tonight."
"I'm fine, Luke," I replied, forcing a smile. "Just tired, I guess."
As I drove away from the party, the events of the night replayed in my mind. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of frustration, confusion, and disappointment. Jack had managed to completely turn my perception of him upside down in just five minutes, and I wasn't sure how to deal with it.
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The evening after the party, I was at at Luke's apartment watching TV when I heard a commotion outside my apartment building. Curious, I peeked through the window to see what was going on. To my surprise, I saw Jack involved in a heated argument with another guy on the street. Before I knew it, the situation escalated into a physical fight, with punches being thrown.
Feeling concerned, I quickly grabbed my keys and rushed downstairs to intervene. By the time I reached them, the fight had been broken up, but Jack looked worse for wear, his face bruised and bloodied.
"Jack! What the hell happened?" I exclaimed, rushing over to his side.
He looked up, his blue eyes clouded with anger and frustration. "It's nothing, Y/N. Just some guy who had it coming."
I frowned, not convinced by his dismissive tone. "That doesn't explain why you're all beat up. Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
Without waiting for his response, I grabbed his arm and led him back to the apartment he shared with Luke. He didn’t protest, allowing me to guide him inside.
Once we were inside, I guided him to the bathroom and began searching through the cabinet for first aid supplies. Jack watched me silently, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a vulnerable expression.
"Sit," I instructed, pointing to the edge of the bathtub.
He hesitated for a moment, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but eventually complied, sitting down as I began cleaning the cuts and bruises on his face. The tension in the room was palpable, the silence filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.
As I gently dabbed at a cut on his cheek with a damp cloth, I felt Jack's hand reach out, grasping my wrist lightly. I looked up to find him staring at me intently, his blue eyes dark with a mixture of pain and desire.
The intimate contact sent a jolt of electricity through me, intensifying the already palpable tension in the room. I tried to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks as I continued to clean his wounds, but it was impossible to ignore the sexual tension between us.
Jack's grip on my wrist tightened slightly, his thumb caressing the back of my hand as he watched me with an intensity that left me breathless. The air between us was thick with unspoken desire, and for a moment, all the past animosity and tension seemed to fade away, leaving only the raw, undeniable attraction that had always existed between us.
Finally, I finished bandaging the last of his cuts and pulled away, breaking the intense eye contact. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stood up, trying to regain my composure.
"There, you're all patched up," I said, my voice slightly shaky.
Jack released my wrist, his fingers lingering on my skin for a moment longer than necessary before pulling away. "Thanks, Y/N," he murmured, his voice husky.
I nodded, avoiding his gaze as I gathered the first aid supplies and headed for the door. "You're welcome, Jack. Just try to be more careful in the future, okay?"
He nodded, his eyes still locked on mine. "I will."
"Y/N, wait," Jack's voice called out softly as I reached for the doorknob. I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" he asked, his eyes searching mine with a mix of vulnerability and hope.
The question took me by surprise, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words. The sexual tension between us still lingered in the air, and his request only intensified the emotions swirling inside me.
"Jack, I..." I began, struggling to find the right words. The temptation to say yes was strong, but I knew that giving in to the desire would only complicate things further.
He seemed to sense my hesitation and quickly added, "Just to make sure I'm okay. You know, in case there are any complications with the injuries."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and clear my head. "Alright, but only to make sure you're okay," I finally agreed, trying to keep my voice steady.
A grateful smile spread across Jack's face as he nodded, standing up from the edge of the bathtub. "Thank you, Y/N."
I followed him to his bedroom, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling. Jack sat down on the bed, watching me expectantly as I hesitated at the doorway.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked, my concern for him outweighing my discomfort.
He nodded, his gaze softening. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit sore."
I approached the bed cautiously, taking a seat beside him. The sexual tension from earlier still lingered, but now it was mixed with a newfound vulnerability and intimacy that left me feeling both excited and apprehensive.
As I lay down next to him, I couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his body radiating beside me. We lay there in silence for a few moments, both lost in our thoughts and the intensity of the moment.
"Thank you for staying, Y/N," Jack whispered, breaking the silence.
I turned to face him, our eyes locking once again. "You're welcome, Jack," I replied softly, the unspoken emotions between us making it difficult to find the right words.
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The next morning, I slowly woke up, the morning light filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow over the room. As I stirred, I became aware of a warm, comforting presence beside me. Turning my head slightly, I found myself face to face with Jack, our bodies pressed close together in an intimate embrace.
We were cuddling.
The memories of the previous evening came flooding back — the fight, the tension, the unspoken feelings, and the unexpected intimacy. A wave of emotions washed over me as I lay there, trying to process the significance of what had transpired between us.
Jack looked peaceful, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. The bruising and cuts from the fight were still visible on his face, but in that moment, they seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by the vulnerability and tenderness that I saw in his expression.
As I lay there beside him, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of confusion, longing, and contentment. Despite the complicated history between us and the unresolved tension that still lingered, there was something undeniably comforting about waking up next to him.
I carefully shifted my position, trying not to wake him as I untangled myself from his embrace. As much as I wanted to stay wrapped in the warmth of his arms, I knew that we needed to address the elephant in the room and talk about what had happened.
I quietly got out of bed, leaving Jack to continue sleeping. I headed to the kitchen to make some coffee, needing the caffeine to help clear my head and prepare for the conversation that I knew we needed to have.
As the coffee brewed, I couldn't help but replay the events of the past twenty-four hours in my mind. The fight, the tension, the intimate moment in the bathroom, and now waking up in each other's arms — it was all a whirlwind of emotions that left me feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive about what the future held for us.
Just as I poured myself a cup of coffee, I heard footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, I found Jack standing in the doorway, his messy hair and sleepy eyes only adding to his disheveled appearance.
"Morning," he said softly, his voice husky from sleep.
"Morning," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady as I met his gaze.
We stood there in silence for a moment, the tension undeniable as we both struggled to find the right words to break the ice and address the situation.
Finally, Jack spoke, "About last night... and this morning... I just want you to know that I meant what I said about being more careful and controlling my temper. And I appreciate you staying to make sure I was okay."
I took a deep breath, grateful for his sincerity but still unsure about how to navigate the complicated feelings between us. "I know, Jack. And I appreciate the honesty. But we need to talk about what this means for us moving forward."
He nodded, his eyes searching mine as he took a step closer. "I agree, Y/N. Let's talk."
I took another deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. The weight of the moment was palpable, the tension between us still lingering but now mixed with a sense of urgency and determination.
"Jack, I think it's clear that there's something between us," I began, choosing my words carefully. "But we've also got a lot of unresolved issues and tension that we need to address."
He nodded, his expression serious as he listened intently.
"I'm not saying that there's no potential for us to be more than just friends, but we need to figure out how to move past our past disagreements and the way you've treated me," I continued, trying to convey my thoughts as clearly as possible.
Jack looked down, seemingly reflecting on my words. "You're right, Y/N. I know I've been a jerk, and I've got some work to do on myself. But I want to try, for us to try. I've always felt something for you, even when I was being an idiot."
“Then why were you such a jerk to me” i ask.
ack took a deep breath, looking back up to meet my gaze. "Honestly, Y/N, it was never about you. It was always about me and my own issues. I guess I was afraid of my feelings for you, so I acted out and pushed you away instead."
I frowned, trying to understand his perspective. "That doesn't make it okay, Jack. You can't use your own issues as an excuse for treating me poorly."
He nodded, acknowledging my point. "You're right, and I'm not trying to excuse my behavior. I know I messed up, and I'm truly sorry for hurting you."
I sighed, feeling a mixture of frustration and sympathy. "Jack, if we're going to try and make this work, you need to show me through your actions that you've changed. I need to see consistent effort and respect from you."
Jack reached out, taking my hand in his. "I promise, Y/N, I'll do everything I can to make it up to you and prove that I've changed. I care about you more than you know, and I want to build something real and meaningful with you."
I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, but all I saw was genuine remorse and determination. "Alright, Jack," I said softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm willing to give you a chance, but remember, actions speak louder than words."
He nodded, a grateful smile spreading across his face. "I understand, Y/N. And I won't let you down."
As we sat there, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, I felt a renewed sense of hope and optimism.
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Idk if you know this, but JSchlatt reaction meme "What the fuck":
https://youtu.be/cl4N8evU8UY
Now, to what, Naruto characters would react like this?
(Yes I have too much time on my hands so I'm looking up old reaction memes)
Toodles~
Their Reactions To You Going "What The Fuck ?!?" || Naruto characters x reader 5
A/n : Oh gosh my dear it took me so much time. I've never struggled so much and I think it was because writing for a meme is a complex exercise 👀 But I did it ! 😍
Naruto Headcanons series : 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6
Warnings : Contains both fluff and smut ( mention of boner, hand job, roughness, punishment, oral male!receiver, grinding, mention of wall sex, mention of breeding, dirty talk ) 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it
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Word count : 2131
Sasuke Uchiha : All the people around you were engrossed in a dumb ass show - according to him. Once again he sighs discreetly at the jokes he certainly doesn't find funny. He only came because Naruto told him he wanted all his friends to be there for the evening. But then a voice was heard above all the laughters “What the fuck ?!? This is not funny” you said. Everyone looked at you amused before starting to laugh again. Except Sasuke, he looked at you intently. You had to be Y/n, an ally Naruto had met on a mission, he thought. As you got up to take a breath outside. He cautiously made his way outside the house as well. You seemed very raw and unadorned, and it piqued his curiosity. Perhaps he could get to know you in more detail ?
Kakashi Hatake : He smiles widely under his mask, the only thing giving him away were the crinkles around his eyes showing how genuine his smile was. He found it really unusual and unexpected to see you burst like this. After all, you were a great and skilled kunoichi, who had a lot of requirements and was very professional. But it felt really good to see that after all like everyone you have your little moments of overflow. He knew no one was around so he gave your ass a gentle yet noticeable slap “Y/n keep it down. You have a reputation to uphold” he chuckled at the bashful expression on your face.
Itachi Uchiha : He's not even taken aback. He smiles lovingly at you. He loves to see you go out of your way. It gives you a wild, unpredictable side that he loves "My fierce lioness" For him, it's so endearing he can't help but rub your cheek with love, his dark eyes getting lost in your gaze, making you blush and calm down. Every action you take and word you say reminds him of what a good choice he made in asking you to marry him ( maybe a future hc 👀 )
Naruto Uzumaki : He doesn’t care if you’re angry or just messing around. He’s going to pick you and tickle you. At some point you move so much that he slips. You both end up sprawled on the floor. Everyone in the street are looking at you and it’s fueling you again “This is not fucking fucking. Mind your own business !” Meanwhile Naruto is just laughing his ass off as if it was the funniest thing ever.
Iruka Umino : His eyes widen and his mouth hangs agape. But don’t misunderstand him, he is really happy that for once someone takes up his defense when his pupils are making fun of him. Though then he looks at you with a smile as he whispers with his mouth half hiding his mouth “Y/n please they are already impossible to manage. Don't teach them swear words" You gave him a sheepish smile and kissed his cheek before saying goodbye. Leaving him flustered in front of a shocked crowd of kids whispering how pretty their teacher’s S/o is.
Utakata : He doesn’t even care what you’re talking about - as long as you’re safe. He’s going to gently slap the back of your head or pinch your shoulder and remind you of your language "Y/n being my apprentice you must keep a certain self control and keep these kinds of words out of your language" You huffed as his basic and prepared answer, reminding him that you also were his partner. He flushed and turned his head the other way so that you don’t see the effect your teasing has on him. He mumbled “Yeah… that too” He wrapped your arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. You both trained well now it was time to go home and rest.
Rock Lee : He panics !! He wants to know why you said that, to whom you said that. Not funny ? Don’t worry he is going to give you his best to make you laugh ( almost wrote cum” here. I was on Hidan’s part before 😭 ) Also he is a bit clueless at your choice of word “My Flower isn’t this word supposed to be used in a more intimate cont-” but the look of pure rage that you gave him killed his question in the egg as he gulped down loudly. He’s obviously going to ask Guy senseï, Neji or Tenten for an answer ( Yes Neji is still alive in my canon-verse )
Yamato : He doesn’t know what’s happening. He just knows he doesn’t want to get involved. He stares at you ensuring you’re fine and slowly he steps aside. Slowly, slowly, until he leaves the scene. Which has you running after him throughout the village. Obviously you find him hiding behind the bench where Kakashi is reading his book on “Please don’t tell Y/n I’m here” “Y/n ! Tenzo’s hiding behind that bench”
Sasori : Seriously bro is unfazed lmao. If he looks up from the puppet he is crafting then you’re a lucky one. But ultimately he is going to make sure there is nothing wrong happening because believe it or not he cares about you. And whoever displeases you will regret it.
Gaara : He freezes slightly. His head turns s l o w l y towards you wondering what might have triggered this response. It better be not someone’s fault or else they will have to deal with the Kazekage himself. But then as he focuses on what you’re doing, he sees you rage quitting on your game console. And before he can even say a word he sees you throwing it out the window “My Love careful. It's the 6th this month” He motions to you to come towards him and pats your head gently reminding you that next time it happens that you should just set it before you get angry.
Hashirama Senju : He is a bit shocked but finds your reaction funny as well. And a bit ashamed because he was actually enjoying the jokes of the show. But he had to know better after all. You’re such a lively and sunny person that he almost forgets how much you’re like his brother when it gets to the field of humor. That’s maybe why you've always gotten along well. He nudges you playfully to make you loosen up “Hey you’re married to the Hokage now stop acting like-” but all he gets is a dark glare and a kiss on the cheek, which makes him go dark red.
Tobirama Senju : He can’t help the corner of his lips from twitching upwards. It makes him feel better at ease knowing he is not alone not finding it funny. And knowing that you above everyone thinks the same as him warms his heart. He wants to scoop you in his arms and set you on his lap as he smells the scent of your hair. But for that he’ll have to wait for you guys to come back home. He just hopes his brother isn’t going to invite himself like he always does when Hashirama wants to have a quiet and loving evening with you “No one’s home, come back and try tomorrow !”
Deidara : We know him. He is such a drama queen. He is for sure going to follow you and start screaming insults without even knowing what got you starting in the first place. But it’s fueling your anger. And so you both end up filing the hideout with your screams. Sasori or someone else comes to y’all and tries to scare you for you to shut the fuck up “Nooooo but you don’t understand it’s fucking annoyin-” “SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU !”
Shikamaru Nara : He smirks. His eyes flashes a mischievous glance at you. Despite his laid back stature with his hands buried in his pockets, we can clearly see in his eyes a fire burn. He startles you when suddenly his arm wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him, until your hip rests flush against his. He isn’t giving anything away to anyone that might have seen him getting closer to you. He nods mindlessly at what others are saying. It’s son going to be this time of the day when he needs you as much as he needs air. You feel his hand squeeze your hip and you know that sooner or later he is going to try to get you out of here to have you all to himself.
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Minato Namikaze : He is slightly taken aback when he hears your outburst. But he is used to it after all this time being married to you. And even after 4 years it always stirs this sparkle inside him. He feels all warm and fuzzy inside. It reminded him of the first time he ever saw you, and of course you were lashing out at someone who disrespected one of your friends. You snapped him out of his thoughts when your hand touched his bulge over his pants. He blushed as a moan escaped his lips. He should have known he would react that way. He always does “Princess aghh… keep going” he begged, his hips jerked up at your touch. He just wanted you to free his hardened length from the confines from his pants to touch him properly. It was your fault, now he needed you to take the matter in your own hands… literally.
Orochimaru : He roughly grabbed your jaw the moment he heard the words leave your lips. You were stunned but it wasn’t foreign. Even when you guys had sex and a curse would escape you he’d stop right away “Oh, such hideous words coming out from the mouth of such an obedient pet" You knew damn well what that meant for you. No cumming allowed until… well until he allows you. You felt his hands on your shoulders gently but firmly bringing you down on your knees “Open wide for me. You’re going to do your best to make me forget about this slip of yours”
Neji Hyuga : He couldn’t deny the thrill he felt when he heard you say those words. When throughout your childhood you're taught to keep up appearances, to be obedient and to look your best. When you grow up you want to look beyond these barriers and see what it would be like to behave normally. No restraints - especially when you've got eyes that can see through clothes - just pure instincts. I always did his best not to keep his mask on when he was with you. And today the hinges had popped. He grabbed you around the waist and pinned you against the wall. From there you could clearly feel the outline of his cock against your center. His hips moved in a teasing motion against you “Please let me have you against the wall” he pleaded. You could tell he was doing his best not to let any noise out. So what did you do ? You cursed again obviously. And he didn't need anything more to get off to a flying start.
Madara Uchiha : “What the f-” he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence. He puts his hand over your mouth to make sure you don't finish the string of insults he is sure was about to come “You’re an Uchiha now. I expect much more from you” He set his other hand on your shoulder putting a firm pressure on it as he lowered his voice. His breath tickles your ear “Once we get home I'm going to make sure you use up your supply of insults while I breed you mmh ? I just need you to be a little more patient” You nodded obediently and he released his grip on you. Leaving you hanging for more. But you didn't worry, you knew he was a man of his word.
Hidan : He laughs loudly at your curses. He doesn’t care for whom it is destined to, not why you said that. It fuels him. That’s it he wants to fuck now. With his it’s easy, you need a fuck ? curse in front of him. Regardless of where you are, he won’t even bother looking for an excuse. He’ll take you on his shoulder and bring you to your room “Such a slutty mouth you have my dear” he smirks throwing you on the bed “We’ll see how much more I can coax out from you. I’ll give you real fun” he says in a dangerous tone as he enters you with one deep thrust.
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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🥪🌭 Again my requests are open 🧇🧀
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Hello, can I request Sal fisher x gn!reader, maybe a one shot about Sal showing y/n his face for the first time
AGH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS I NEEDED AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT WJSHSJHS
Pairing: Sal Fisher x Reader
Warnings: use of y/n, fluff, sal's face oops, i kinda fucked up the different tenses but i cannot be bothered to fix it, very minor swearing, not proofread.
Word Count: 773
A/N: takes place when Sal and the reader would be around 17 and have known each other for like two years
Sal knew he had to let y/n see his face at some point. They were the closest friend he had. (Larry doesn't count, Larry's family.) He knew in the back of his mind that it made no sense for the person he's closest to to be the last one in their friend group to see him without the prosthetic, hell, even Neil had seen him (i know in canon only his dad, larry, ash, and dr. enon have seen him. ssssshhh). He had no clue why he hadn't shown them besides his romantic feelings for them, they would never judge him. So when he heard them telling Todd how they felt like he didn't trust them...
"I just don't understand. It's his decision and I don't want him to show me if he isn't comfortable with it. But thats what hurts, is that he isn't comfortable with it. I love Sal, he's my best friend and I would do anything for him, I just can't help but feel like he doesn't trust me. And I know I sound terrible, being upset that someone I care about isn't ready to unpack their trauma with me, but I can't help it."
He knew something had to change.
Y/n was over within minutes, making the quick trip up from apartment 304. Sal ushered them into his room quickly, wanting to do this before his dad got home. They were obviously very confused, sitting down on his bed and asking if everything was okay.
"Do you think I'm uncomfortable around you?"
Y/n was taken aback by his blunt question. "Sal, what?"
"I heard you talking to Todd, y/n."
"Oh. Sal, I'm not upset with you, I didn't mean anything by it–"
He cut them off. "I know. I'm gonna ask again, do you think I'm uncomfortable around you?"
y/n gulped. "Sometimes I feel like maybe you don't. But who you take your prosthetic off around his completely your choice, I don't want you to do it just because you heard me say something to Todd, I want you to do it because you trust me and want me to see you."
"Thats the thing! I don't know why I don't want you to see me. You're my best friend, and I fucking love you, and you should've seen me years ago."
Y/n sighed. "It's okay. I promise it's okay."
Sal doesn't say anything, he just unclips his mask. Before Y/n can even realize what's happening, Sal's hand is the only thing holding his prosthetic against his face. He lowers it slowly, freely presenting his face, every scar, every bit of missing skin, the way it's now much more obvious that one of his eyes is also a prosthetic. His eyes are down, not wanting to see their reaction despite willingly removing his armor.
"Sal..."
"I know. It's not pretty."
y/n put their hands up and moved their head back as if offended. "Not at all what i was going to say. You're so pretty. In a very unconventional way... but theres nothing wrong with how you look. Can i..." Their hands reach out to cup his face, but they keep their distance until they have permission.
He nods and suddenly they're holding him so gently, as if they're afraid he might break under their touch. And as they softly caress his scarred skin, Sal melts. In fact, he gets so lost in the moment that it takes him a moment to realize they're talking to him.
"Sal? You still with me here?"
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Yeah I'm just... processing. No one's ever really had anything nice to say about me taking this off. I mean they've never had a huge problem but they haven't... they haven't reacted like this."
"Can I kiss you?" The question is sudden, purely formed from y/n thinking out loud. It takes everything in them react at how shocked Sal looks.
"What?"
"i'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or mess up us being friends–"
"No no no, y/n. Yes. Please. For the love of all things good, please."
"Really?"
"Really."
That was all the confirmation y/n needed before their lips were connected. It was awkward, considering the scar tissue and the fact that it was very obviously Sal's first kiss, but it was sweet. When they pulled back, y/n rested their forehead against Sal's.
They smiled. "Hi."
"Hi."
"This what you expected when you asked me to come over?"
"Hoped? Maybe. Expected? Never."
"Learn to expect this every time I come over now."
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you’re so blind - psh
summary: your bestfriend confesses his love to you after having enough with you talking about some other guy || warnings: sunghoon is a little mean || genre: fluff at the end, slight angst, friends to lovers || word count: approximately 480
Sunghoon sat at my desk, listening to me as I continued to ramble on and on. “Oh my god, Hoon. I’m serious when I say I was so shocked when he confessed to me. Like, I don’t think I’ve ever even spoken to him a day in my life.” I say, recalling the events from earlier in the day.
“Okay.” Was all Sunghoon said in response as I just continued talking.
“I mean, and I guess I get having a little crush on someone you’ve never spoken to but this guy said he was in love with me.” I respond and Sunghoon doesn’t say anything but I can see his eyebrows furrow, even more than they already were. “How could you love someone you’ve never even spoken to?” I rhetorically ask. “Anyways, I rejected him but-“ I’m cut off.
“Oh my god, shut up.” Sunghoon says and I’m taken aback, immediately shutting my mouth as my eyes widen a little.
I guess I had been kind of rambling and now that I was thinking about it, he didn’t seem very interested in the conversation from the beginning. “I’m sor-“ I try to apologize but I’m cut off once again.
“You really think I want to hear about some guy confessing his love for you?” Sunghoon asks.
“I- I don’t know. I just needed someone to vent to. I’m sorry, Hoon.” I tell him, looking down.
Sunghoon gets up from his chair and walks over to me, “Y/n.” He says my name but I don’t look up. I hear him groan before he repeats “Y/n.” once again. I finally look up, “Tell me you’ll never talk to him again.” Sunghoon suddenly says.
“Huh..” I was confused on why he wanted that.
“Just say it, Y/n.” He tells me, rather firmly in manner.
“I won’t talk to him ever again.” I softly tell him, saying the words in which he wanted to hear. “But why are you so upset about this?” I shyly ask, confused.
“Gosh, you’re so blind. Y/n, I’m so fucking in love with you I can’t even describe it and you.. you’re completely oblivious. Why would I want to hear you talking about some guy who supposedly is in love with you. I don’t want that. I just want you all to myself.” He admits.
His words echo in my mind as I just look into his eyes. I didn't know what to say. Do I confess that I'm in love with him as well. I wanted to but yet, my words wouldn't leave my lips as I sat there dumbfounded.
I didn't have to speak though because Sunghoon leans in and kisses me. It's a little rough but it was nice. I melted into the kiss, kissing him back. We both pulled away after a few moments and Sunghoon looked into my eyes.
"I love you, Sunghoon." I finally confess.
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faceless // P3: yes sir. negative ~ charles leclerc x reader
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!driver!reader
includes/authors notes: language, lack of equal rights/ gender equality, readers an unknown figure in the races, fem!reader's gender assumed as male, use of "y/n". So sorry this took so long, I've had some mega writters block and no motivation really. But I hope it's still good and thank you so much for all the kind feedback, it means a lot! <3
Bold Italics are the past.
Normal Italics are thoughts.
summary: "There is a new mysterious driver on the grid. Nobody knows who he is, the only thing we know is that he races for Red Bull with the number 66. Other drivers call him the faceless driver for none have ever seen his face or heard him speak. The faceless driver is a legend in the making and even giving Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen a run for their money…”
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"No fucking way mate," Lando choked out his words, "Holy fuck-"
Lando's face had never looked so shocked, he scratched the inner corner of his left eye as if he thought he was seeing something. And when his eyes focused back on you, you could see his mind filling with questions. His eyes flickered from the helmet sitting on the ground to the tears brimming in your eyes.
"Oh my god," you sobbed into your hands as your mind began to race.
Should you run away?
'Oh, sorry Lando, no you must have seen my celebrity doppelganger in the suit earlier. It wasn't me-"
"No wait, don't cry-" he protested, rushing over and crouching down next to you on the ground, "You're my idol, I'm like obsessed with your driving, you're frickin' amazing-"
"Oh, shut up Lando!" you snapped, instantly feeling bad for yelling in his face. He was silent for a moment, not taken aback by your outburst though. "Sorry," you whispered.
You looked up to see him scanning your face intently. "You haven't told Charles yet," he said matter-of-factly like he could read your life all of a sudden.
You shook your head.
"Who else knows?"
"Just you and Christian-"
"Heh, I'm so special,"
"Lando stop!" you cried quietly, feeling more tears forming. "You weren't supposed to find out and I'm so going to get fired for this-"
"Why would you be fired?" he asked, "You're the driver keeping Red Bull afloat right now while Max is shittin' the bed,"
"Because. It's part of my contract that no one knows who I am,"
"Who came up with that shit?"
You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "What shit?"
"Your contract rules," he said.
"We both did. I didn't want to be in the media, I've never liked it. And Christian just agreed I guess-"
"But you and Charles were just in a video together, you've been doing media anyway," He chuckled dryly.
True.
"And you and Charles love each other, I can see it in your eyes, I don't think the media content is going to stop anytime soon. Frankly, they will ask you to do more now that you've already agreed once."
Also true.
"I understand that privacy is important to you but..."
"Yeah, I know, I know... you're right," you said, wiping tears away from under your eyes, thinking back to the tweets you had just read, "After the video went out I was expecting so much worse but nothing happened, I might need to take a chill pill."
"Maybe..." he said slowly. "And why should-"
"-I care what people on the internet think of me?" you stole the words right out of Lando's mouth, a smile growing on his face. "Charles tells me that every time I don't help with his Twitch streams,"
"Right, you're thinking like a media-trained F1 driver already!" he grinned. "Except, I don't think you're getting enough credit for your racing because you keep that helmet on all the damn time. Just one guy's opinion though,"
You hummed in response, getting lost in your own mind again.
"I won't tell a soul, I promise," He crossed his hand over his heart, "Scouts honor,"
For some reason, you felt you could trust Lando. You gave him a small smile and let your shoulders relax, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves. He stood up and offered you his hand, you took it gladly and rose to your feet. "I think you should talk to Christian about it,"
"I will, thanks Lan,"
"No problem," he winked, slowly stepping away, "And for what it's worth I truly meant what I said before. You're amazing, don't let them push you around or tell you otherwise. You gotta pave the way for all the little girls out there."
That shook you to your core.
You had never thought about your career that way and it bothered you how oblivious you had been.
How could you not realize the impact you could be making for the girls who dream of racing just like you had? Who cared what some old guy on the internet thought about women in motorsport, he needed to grow up. And you needed to make a difference. It was all sliding into place.
Also, since when had Lando been that well-spoken in his life?
After a quick 'See you on track,' you and Lando parted ways towards your respected garages. Pulling your helmet over your face, you stepped out of the alleyway and marched towards the blue and red signs of the Red Bull garage.
Christian gave you a look through your visor as you walked up to the car, you just nodded, he hated it when you were late. You climbed into the car and tried to shake the nerves out of your body, you could see a camera in your peripherals, panning the garage and landing on you.
Pave the way Y/n.
This newfound purpose gave you anxiety but at the same time a different kind of drive to your craft. You could feel the car hum beneath you, grateful for the all-clear from the team, you exited the garage to start warming up your tires.
"Radio check, you ready for this?"
"Yep. Copy."
Shit, that sounded forced didn't it? Why were you acting so weird? Be yourself Y/n.
"Ah, not going to humor me today? That's too bad mate," Rick chuckled.
"Don't know why but it smells like barbeque in the car,"
"You've got a problem, change your fucking carrrr,"
"No, you change your car because Checo has been saying the car is fucked-"
This had Ricky howling with laughter over the mic.
"Okay, that's enough lads." Christian stepped in, pulling the plug on you and Rick mocking him.
"Fun police..." Ricky sighed.
"I'm not a fun police, do your job Richard."
"You are a fun police, I have it on record. I hAvE it, I hAve iT pRiNteD oUt!"
"66."
"Sorry." you replied, giggling to yourself and waving back at Lando as you passed.
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"Damn it!" Charles cursed stomping towards the Ferrari garage. He had just spun out two races in a row and had to, unfortunately, retire from the race.
Walking into the garage he could feel all eyes on him as he stuffed his gloves and balaclava into his helmet angrily. A few engineers and his trainer gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder as he walked past, but no one dared to interact with Charles while he was this livid.
He needed y/n.
She was who he always needed after a bad race, he walked to his driver's room remembering the spin-out from his previous race hoping that y/n would actually be there this time.
"Where's y/n?"
"I don't know mate, sorry. She disappeared a while ago," an engineer named Fred shrugged.
But of course, as he opened the door she was nowhere to be found once again. Thoughts ran through his mind a hundred miles per minute
Had she always left after he got into the car and never actually watched him race?
Is he not as important to her as she made it seem?
Was she just in this for the money like a few of the girls he had been with before?
No, y/n isn't like that. He told himself, but still, he felt that pang of uncertainty in his chest. It would certainly be the reason why whenever he asked for her opinion on his performance it was almost as if she didn't remember what happened, she would just nod, smile, and agree with whatever he said.
Charles sat down on the couch and shut the door to his room. The TV had the race on and he watched the 19 remaining cars complete lap after lap.
He couldn't watch this anymore...
"Ohh! That was a nasty hit from Verstappen from behind- SOMEONE HAS SPUN INTO THE WALL AND IT LOOKS TO BE THE OTHER RED BULL!"
"Oh my, it is! I can tell you right now Crofty, Christian Horner is not going to be pleased about that,"
"The race has just been red-flagged and we are currently awaiting more news on the second Red Bull driver. Here's a replay, there's Max Verstappen in third and his teammate ahead of him in second."
"And Verstappen was told to hold position because both drivers were in the podium places, Max is slightly slower than his teammate with very worn tires, but he pushes them anyway and tries to go for the very forced overtake. And there it is! Now why does he swerve into his teammate?!? This is mind-boggling to me-"
Charles looked up from his phone and back to the television. A bright 66 is painted on the Red Bull that is in pieces on the edge of the track. And as the camera zooms into the smoking race car, the eerie silence in Charles's driver's room makes his chest tighten slightly.
"Oh dear, it seems we have no verbal conformation from the driver so as you can see the medical car has made it's way to the scene."
Charles watches the unconscious driver slowly get pulled from the car and layed on a stretcher right there on the side of the track. They lift the visor of his helmet and shine a light across the driver's face as their eyes flutter awake. Beautiful eyes that Charles had engraved in his brain from the moment he met her.
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Brand New One Shot - Last Preview
Last preview before I post the full thing either later tonight or tomorrow! No active warnings but the cliffhanger is suggestive~
"Stay...please..." you managed to respond. You made your way over to your bed and gestured for him to follow. You sat down crossed legged near the edge of the bed, Lucifer mirroring your actions. You took a deep breath before speaking once more. "I'm not angry with you, you know."
A strange mixture shock and confusion flashed across Lucifer's face. "Y-You're not?"
You smiled wearily. "No, I promise. I mean, I'm a little taken aback..." Lucifer winced. "...but not in a bad way! If anything, I feel...flattered, you know?" Your face burned at your own candor. A quick glance at him showed he felt the same heat in his own cheeks.
"R-Regardless," Lucifer cleared his throat, "it was still wrong of me. I could try to give excuses about...my ex-wife being gone for more than 7 years now, or tell you that watching you from afar just sparked something in me that I hadn't felt in God know how long, or..."
"You've been watching me?" you teased, flashing him a small grin.
"Shhhhit, well, I uhh...only sometimes!" Lucifer tried to reason. "A-And not for very long! I just, umm, I just noticed how kind you are with everyone you come into contact with, and you're extremely helpful when it comes to the hotel! And your smile...I MEAN, uhh, C-Charlie absolutely adores you with the way she goes on and on about your progress! We both wonder how you even ended up down here in the first place. And well, you...you're," he gulped, "you're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on..."
You sat there frozen, your body trembling slightly. Your mind raced a million miles a minute. You tried to get your mouth so form any sort of words, but nothing. Lucifer started to panic.
"I-I'm sorry! That was really forward of me! I shouldn't have-I uhh...God, this is the worst fucking apology imaginable!" Lucifer brought his hands to his face, covering his eyes and lowering his head. "Maybe it would be best if I just g-MMPH!"
You don't know what came over you, but somehow your lips crashed into Lucifer's. His hands flew from his face, now gripping the bed sheets beneath him. He sat perfectly still, but only for a moment. He couldn't help but give into you, letting his eyelids flutter closed and melting under the kiss. You pulled away after only a few seconds, Lucifer leaning his head forward slightly, still needing more. His crimson irises had grown into saucers, his face hot as the sun. Having the literal King of Hell flustered beyond belief from a single kiss was a sight you absolutely wanted to see more of.
"If you think I'm beautiful, then you are someone who is beyond beauty, your majesty," you cooed. You weren't completely sure where this sudden burst of boldness had sprung from, but you liked it. And from what you were witnessing, all signs pointed to Lucifer being completely enamored with it as well.
You went back to your seated position, but now Lucifer was on all fours, crawling ever so slowly towards you. "P-Please..." he begged, "I-I need more..." His face was now mere inches away. He rested his forehead on yours, waiting for your lips to touch his again.
"You want me to kiss you again?" you asked playfully. "Then you need to tell me something, darling."
Lucifer's breathing had picked up at the sound the pet name you'd given him, his eyes screwed shut. "A-Anything!"
"Tell me then," you said as you began to stroke his soft blond hair, "what were you thinking about when you were touching yourself to me?"
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Neteyam x Fem Reader!, Both 23-24!, Jealousy, possessiveness, Public smuttiness, smut
"Oh Tanto, thank you!" I squeaked in surprise when the male Navi reached around, holding a bundle of Yovo fruit in his hands. I turned, eyes widening in surprise when seeing how close he was standing, we were almost chest to chest. I took a step back as I took the bundle of delicious fruit and nodded my thanks again. "No worries, Y/N, would you like to sit and share one with me?" He asked, leaning towards me a bit with a smile. I shifted on my feet uncomfortably, "No than-" "No, She doesn't." A deep voice boomed behind the man, cutting me off. My ears perked at the familiar voice, and I was unable to stop the smile that spread over my face as I looked over Tantos shoulder and saw Neteyam walking towards us. "Neteyam, nice to see you." Tanto had straightened up, trying and failing to stand taller than Neteyam. "Why don't you let the beautiful lady answer me, hm? You are not the only one who has presented a courting offer to her." My ears flattened in shock at the statement, everyone in the clan knew Neteyam and I were together, and just weeks away from completely Tsaheylu, So this was just complete and utter disrespect. Neteyam growled but turned to me, motioning with his arms for me to respond with a small smirk on his face as he looked at me. I cleared my throat and stepped into Neteyam's side while fixing Taanto with my most aggressive stare. "I love NETEYAM. I am with NETEYAM. I will never consider another offer, nor have I ever thought about it, or wanted to; and everyone in the clan knows that, has known it for years. So you to stand here and disrespect my mate is disgusting and shameful." I hissed. I know in the back of my mind I sounded prissy and rude and I could have handled it more gracefully, but looking at the smug look on Neteyams face and the taken aback one on Tanto's, I couldn't find it in me to care. "But Y/N you've never even gave anyone else a chanc-" "That's where I'm gonna stop you. Leave her alone, or I'll be forced to physically deal with you. End of discussion." Neteyam interrupted him, putting his arm around my shoulder and steering me away from the whole conversation. We walked in silence for awhile, making our way through the village and then weaving through the trees of the forest. I snuck a peek at his face a few times, he was scrunching it up, like he just ate an extremely sour fruit and was wearing a scowl. Eventually we made it to a small clearing I recognized as one a few of the older, already trained warriors would use for practice. Neteyam pulled me behind a large group of trees that blocked us from view of the open space and pushed on my shoulders lightly until I sat down. "Are you mad at me?" I asked quietly as he sunk down in the grass right next to me, "Of course not! It's not your fault you're so fucking gorgeous, and sweet, and kind, and funny.." He trailed on with a big, fang filled smile. I felt my cheeks heat up and a blush spread across them at his words. I wondered why he let Tanto off so easily and wasn't upset, but I didn't want to push it so I nudged him lightly with a small giggle before leaning into a kiss.
A few hours had passed and after spending them wrapped in each others arms we were still hidden behind the trees surrounding the clearing, and eclipse was starting to close in so I rose to my feet and held out my hand to Neteyam, "Oh yawne, we aren't leaving, the reason we came just got here." He whispered with a smirk. I quirked my eyebrow in question and he gently grabbed my chin and turned my head, pointing between the trees to a few feet away from us, where Tanto was standing and setting up a target for bow practice. "What?" I asked, still confused. Neteyam clicked his tongue and put his hands on my hips. With a light squeeze he pushed me gently against the trunk of one of the trees, pressing his body flush with mine. "I'm going to show him just who you belong to." He whispered while lightly dragging his lips down the skin of my neck. I shuddered involuntarily at the touch and tangled my hands into his hair as he moved his mouth down to the swell of my breasts, licking and nipping while pushing my covering out of the way and immediately rolling one of my nipples between his fingers, earning a gasp from me, "Be as loud as you want, paskalin. I want him to hear you." He said against my skin. I pressed my lips together and tossed my head back against the tree as his hand trailed down my body and to the heat between my legs. "Are you gonna be a good girl? Hmm? Gonna show him who you belong to?" Neteyam questioned quietly before lazily flicking his tongue over my nipple and then nipping the flesh. "Yes, Eywa yes." I whimpered, rutting my hips so his hand pressed harder against me. My slick was starting to soak my loincloth, and the heat pooling in my lower belly was becoming unbearable. "Good." He growled, dropping to his knees in front off me before hooking his fangs into the band of my loincloth and dragging is down my legs, all while looking up at me through predatory eyes. He just kneeled in front of me for a moment, taking in deep breathes and staring. I squirmed in discomfort and rubbed my thighs together, "Neteyam please." I whined. "I'm sorry baby, you just smell and look so. fucking. good." He grinned before diving in. He buried his nose in my folds and licked a long, wide stripe up before starting to lick small, presice circles with the tip of his tongue around my clit. "Oh!" I moaned out, tangled my hands in his hair and trying to push his face farther in. I resisted the urge to throw my head back, I wanted to watch as he stared up from between my legs.
"My name. Say my name." He growled, the vibrations stimulating my clit in the perfect way. He continued licking and lapping, sucking and flicking my clit with his tongue until i was writhing and barely standing up right. He must have noticed because he grunted and gripped my hips tightly before lifting me up and positioning my legs over his shoulders so I was leaned against the tree, and my pussy was shoved right in his face as I dangled over him. He ate me liked a starved man, making me chant his name like it was the only word I've ever known and grind against his face. I wondered how Tanto hadn't heard and walked over to us yet for a minute, but then Neteyam pulled away, and the sight of him with my slick dripping from his chin and shining on his lips made all the thoughts in my head vanish. "Louder." He hissed, going back in before I could answer. I felt something prod at my entrance and then 2 of his fingers thrusted inside of me. "Oh Eywa, Neteyam!" I screamed as he pistoned into me, so roughly my body lurched against the bark of the tree, but the sting felt so good. He sucked on my clit harshly while drilling his fingers and then curling them and hitting that spongy sweet spot. My hips bucked into his mouth and my legs started to shake. My grip on his hair tightened as I arched my back, right on the edge of orgasm. "Cum baby, cum for me. I can feel you squeezing my fingers, I know your close." He said, then lightly grazed his fangs across my clit, pushing me into an eye rolling, toe curling orgasm. I came with a loud scream of his name and my body went completely rigid, legs locking around his head and toes digging into his back, his free hand dug into my waist to keep my steady as I rode out the waves of it on his fingers that were still thrusting inside me gently. When I came down from it, He pulled them out of me and wrapped both arms around my waist, allowing me to sink into the comfort of him on shaky legs. "That's my girl." He murmured, pulling me into a heated kiss. He licked my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth to let him in, tasting myself on his tongue as it moved with mine. I moaned into the kiss and trailed my hand down his chiseled abdomen to the rock hard bulge in his loincloth. "No no." He said as he pulled away, bending down to grab my loincloth and tie it around my waist. He chuckled when he saw my pout and hooked an arm around me, leading me out of the trees. "I'll fuck you all night as soon as we get to our hut, this was to prove a point." He whispered in my ear as we walked into the openness of the clearing. I looked away from him confused and was met with the site of Tanto.
He looked pale, his ears lowered completely to his skull, tail tucked, and eyes wide as he took us in. My tail and ears twitched in embarrassment, I would have thought he'd have left as soon as he heard us.
"Hey man, out so late?" Neteyam asked with a condescending grin and a slap to the other mans shoulder as he lead me away towards the direction of the village.
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Has Science Gone Too Far? | Elizabeth Olsen
Requested by @selfcestmovies
Summary: Lizzie is introduced to a new piece of technology.
Warnings: Lizzie is a bisexual mess, and a switch, selfcest, cunnilingus, lots of self love, science going too far.
Word count: 2.3k
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“Lizzie, this is the most experimental tech in the industry right now.” My manager said as he led me to the giant door just inside the studio. “You’re one of the first people to use it.”
He opened the door and we walked in. It was a plain room, like a casting call, with a couch and a desk and a chair, but no windows, and with a very noticeable computer screen on the wall near the door.
“What is this place?”
“This, Lizzie, is the future of acting.” He walked over to the panel on the wall and the room changed right before our eyes to what looked like a sunny beach set. “You can set up a session with anyone in any setting. Pick anyone, alive or dead, and you can see them, feel them, smell them, the works.”
“Seems really weird.” I said shakily, still taken aback by the fact that the room just shifted completely around us.
“You’ll get used to it. You’ll be able to hone your craft with some of the best and brightest of our time and of our grandparents.”
I looked around the room, still apprehensive and not quite liking the idea. It seemed wrong in a way to be able to warp reality in this way. Technology seemed to be going too far for my tastes.
“Look, take your time with it. Check it out for a little while. You might end up liking it.”
He gestured to the computer panel he had previously been using and stepped towards the door.
“I’ll give you a few hours and check up on you again later, okay?”
He opened the door and slid out before I could even speak, shutting it behind him with a solid click.
I sighed, looking around at the sunny room before walking over to the computer and pressing reset. The room went back to being a regular office, couch and desk included.
“This is too weird.” I said to myself, looking at all the options on the screen.
There were options for people, places, and objects and out of curiosity, I chose people and typed my own name in.
Suddenly, there I was, standing in front of myself.
“What the fuck.” I said quietly, watching as the other me turned to look me over, a smirk appearing on her face.
“Well, well,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Look who it is.”
“There’s no way this is happening.”
“Oh, it’s happening. It’s happened with quite a few other people as well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ever wanted to sleep with DiCaprio?”
I shook my head.
“Well, he wanted to sleep with you! The young you, at least. Aged me down a bit first.”
“What the fuck?” Was the only thing I could think of to say.
“Yes, fuck, that’s what they all do.” She smiled. “And you’re no different, I assume?”
I stared at her - me - for a moment before snapping out of my stupor, shaking my head.
“What - no. No!” This was absurd. Surely this wasn’t happening. I was in a coma or hallucinating or something!
“Mhm.” She looked me up and down. “Why did you choose yourself? It had to be out of some weird curiosity, no?”
Why had I chosen myself? Firstly, I didn’t even think the thing would work! Second of all, who else would I have chosen? Marily-
“-lyn Monroe?”
I looked up at her in shock. She was me. She knew what I was thinking. She could probably hear my thoughts, she was probably listening to them right now.
“Listen, I know what you’re thinking,” my eyes got wide. “But I’m not a mind reader. Are you?”
“No?” Was that a trick question.
“Then why would I be?”
She took a step closer to me and I watched her intently. I still couldn’t believe I was standing in front of myself.
“I’m Elizabeth Chase Olsen.”
“No you’re not. I am.” I protested.
“And so am I. Now are we gonna keep circling around the same subject or are we gonna get to why you’re really here?”
I blinked, once, twice, before I realized what she meant.
“I’m not here to fuck you - me.”
“Oh no? You’re gonna tell me you never thought about fucking yourself? What it would be like to have a twin?” She scoffed. “You’re talking to yourself. I know your fantasies. I know what you like.”
She took another step closer to me and reached out to touch me, her fingers barely grazing the skin of my cheek.
“I can feel you. And you can feel me, see?”
She fully cupped my cheek and I shivered, pulling away slightly. She smelt like me, she even felt like me - her skin the exact same as mine. How was this possible?
“It’s just me and you here. Let yourself feel good.”
I looked from her to the door and she smiled.
“Once the simulation starts, it can only be opened from the inside.”
I couldn’t deny the things she was saying. I had always imagined having a twin, jealous of my sisters at times, but I never imagined fucking myself.
Not really.
She tilted her head at me and I realized she was looking for an answer to the unspoken question that sat between us. Nobody would know and it might actually be fun, being with someone who knows exactly what feels good without having to tell them and not having to second guess myself when pleasuring them in return.
A small smile crossed my features before I nodded at her, her own smile widening at my confirmation.
“Now,” she said as she reached for the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head and tossing it aside. “Tell me how badly you want me to touch you.”
Oh, fuck, I was hot. I never got the chance to be dominant, but it was clear that not only did I have the desire to be a dom, but I was good at it.
“I want you to touch me so badly.” I finally admitted, my eyes falling to the garment on the ground before raising them to look into her own, her emerald eyes dark with desire.
I imagined mine looked identical.
She drew her bottom lip into her mouth, biting on it delicately as she ran her hands along my shoulders, her fingers hooking underneath the straps of my bra and sliding them down my arms.
She looked hungry, wanting, and I could only commend her for her patience as she undressed me slowly.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” She whispered softly, her eyes falling from mine to my exposed chest.
Did I?
“I already know the answer,” she smiled, her fingers toying with my hardening nipples. “You don’t have to answer.”
I let out a shaky breath as I watched her play with me, goosebumps forming on my skin at her touch.
“I also know you don’t want me to be gentle with you.” She twisted my left nipple painfully and I let out a whimpering cry, a jolt of pleasure shooting down between my legs.
I panted softly as she led me to the empty desk, pushing me back against it, letting me know she wanted me on top of it. I hopped up onto the sturdy wooden desk and her lips instantly latched onto one of my nipples, her teeth digging into the sensitive flesh.
“Ahh,” I breathed, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her against me. “H-harder.”
She released me with a pop and switched breasts, her tongue swirling around the nipple before she bit down on it.
“Oh, fuck.” I moaned, pulling her between my legs so I could get some friction.
Her hands gripped my thighs and I felt as though I was on fire from her touch alone. She licked and sucked at the hurt she inflicted before trailing kisses up my chest and neck, finding the sensitive spot behind my ear and making sure to give it lots of attention.
I was losing my mind. I had to get out of these pants and I needed to get fucked. Now.
I reached down to undo the button of my jeans, struggling to push them off with her firmly between my legs. With a growl, she grabbed them and tugged, pulling them off with one quick motion. I gasped as I sat in front of myself in only my panties, and knew from the look on her face I wouldn’t be wearing anything at all soon enough.
“Lift up your ass.” She said as she grabbed my panties, pulling them down my legs and bringing them up to her face to smell them. “You always loved the smell of yourself.”
She took the panties and grabbed my face, forcing my mouth open and stuffing them inside. I moaned as the smell and taste of myself filled my senses, making my head get fuzzy with thoughts of eating pussy - and getting my pussy ate.
“That’s right,” she cooed, noting the obvious look of arousal on my face. “You remember how good pussy tastes, don’t you?”
I nodded dumbly and she smiled, pushing me down to lay down on the large desk. She spread my legs and stared down at me, in awe of what she was seeing.
“You have the cutest pussy.” I clenched around nothing and she smiled. “Look at you! So hungry for me.”
I whimpered softly, grabbing at my own breasts as she got down between my legs, lapping up the wetness that was beginning to drip down my thighs. I pinched and twisted my nipples as her tongue went straight for my clit; long, hard strokes she knew would get me going.
She held my legs down and I moaned, my hips rolling to meet her tongue. Being with a woman was amazing, being with myself was divine.
She wrapped her lips around my clit and sucked while she released my left leg and brought her hand down to my pussy so her fingers could enter my aching cunt.
I wrapped my leg around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me. She hummed against me and I bit down on the panties in my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut as the most powerful orgasm of my life rocked through me.
She continued to fuck me through the delicious tremors and I came again before I could even finish processing the first one.
My legs went limp and my hands rested against my breasts, my breathing heavy as she raised herself up, licking her lips like a satisfied cat.
“Remember what pussy tastes like?” She pointed between my legs. “This is better than what you remember.”
I moaned softly, lazily reaching for her. She smiled and leaned over me, removing the panties from my mouth and kissing me ever so gently. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, eager to taste what she had already had the pleasure of tasting.
My senses were filled with the scent and taste of myself, and I honestly couldn’t get enough.
She pulled away from me and I panted softly below her, ready for whatever else she had to throw at me.
She stood in front of the desk and began to undress and I watched as she teased me, slowly revealing her perfect body to me. I gasped softly as her beautifully pale skin came into view and I couldn’t help but sit up and watch as she removed her bra, her breasts bouncing free.
I sat up fully and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her towards me as I began kissing along her shoulder, nibbling at her as I made my way down to her breasts.
She let out a little sound of pleasure as I sucked on her nipple, kneading the other breast with my free hand. She had a body worthy of worship. So, I guess, I did too.
I wanted nothing more than to have every inch of her in my mouth.
I released her breasts, a trail of saliva hanging from my lips to her nipple as I slid myself off the desk, kneeling down in front of her.
She looked surprised, maybe even amused that I was on the ground before her. I brought my face between her legs and inhaled deeply. She was right, I did love the smell of myself.
I spread her legs wider and stuck out my tongue. She took this as an invitation. Leaning against the desk, she lifted her leg to rest on my shoulder and I gasped as I realized this is what I looked like - a beautiful, glistening image of perfection.
She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me against her, grinding herself against my face. I barely even had to do anything and she was moaning, whining, ready for release.
I raised my eyes to look at her; her brows furrowed, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, her breasts heaving. I let my tongue dip inside of her and she mewled softly, her nails scraping against my scalp.
She continued to hump my face as I fucked her with my tongue, occasionally leaving her hole to play with her clit. I held tight to her thighs, steadying us as she writhed in my grasp.
“Oh yeah, use that tongue.” She urged me on as I continued to eagerly lap at her wetness.
I flattened my tongue against her clit and she let her hips grind against me, her orgasm washing over her.
She let go of my hair, petting my head as I kept on sucking and licking at her sensitive skin, attempting to clean her up.
“You’re gonna make me cum again.” She whispered and I hummed in confirmation against her, knowing full well what I was doing.
She let out a high pitched whine as she came against my tongue again, my greedy lips kissing her pussy, taking in all of her juices.
“You’ve made such a mess.” She said softly and I smiled up a her, indeed a mess, covered in her cum.
“You’ve certainly honed your craft today, Miss Olsen.”
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DRUMMER GIRL
A/N: If my scenarios before bed were a fanfic haha
WORD COUNT: 1.1k
SUMMARY: She’s a drummer and a cop and he’s in need of a drummer. Will she “stick” with his offer?
DRUMMER GIRL SERIES
Content Warning: None as of yet!
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On a sunny day in central Manchester, I found myself at my friend's house, agreeing to fill in as the drummer for her band's gig due to their drummer falling ill. Although playing gigs wasn't my thing, I preferred doing the favor over enduring my friend's constant yapping and crying about it. After two weeks of practice and one gig with the band, Elena and I were forced to get coffee for everyone before our gig in the evening. As we strolled and chatted along the sidewalk, discussing the most random things, I saw my friend suddenly freeze in shock. Concerned, I asked what was wrong, only to find her gripping my hand tightly and pointing across the street with excitement. Curious, I looked over and found myself uttering under my breath, "Oh hell nah" at the unexpected sight before me.
“Oh, you’re doing this”
"Elena, no, I'm not."
"Are you out of your mind? This has been your dream since you were 12!"
"I can't let you miss out on this opportunity."
"Is it that you don't want me to miss the opportunity, or YOU don't want to miss the opportunity to do it yourself?" I said, raising my eyebrows.
"Maybe a bit of both," Elle said mischievously, pulling me forward.
"No let’s go back, I need to.. i need to uh.. take a piss!!” I try to come up with an excuse.
“No you don’t, I know you took a huge dump before we left” I was definitely taken aback by her answer looking at her absolutely flabbergasted.
“I fucking hate you. You're going to do the talking, and if you embarrass me, I don’t know you." I said irritably as I crossed the road, ignoring the sceptical look Elena continued to give me. As I reached the other side, I began to realise that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, just as I had feared.
It was too late now. I could see Elena approaching the moment I feared.
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“Excuse me” she said poking his arm. It was quite humorous because she was half of the tall gentleman’s size. I was holding onto her hand, standing behind her like a child hiding behind their mom.
‘The moment you have feared yet dreamed of, all your life, is here.’ You thought to yourself silently
You see him turn around and remove his sunglasses, putting his hand forward.
“Hi, I’m Harry.”
“Oh. My. God.” I say to myself as I find myself getting lost in his eyes.
“Are you okay my love?” You hear him chuckle.
He watches me intently as my eyes widen when i realise that i fact had said that out loud.
“Uhh yeah yes I am” You clear your throat. I thought I saw a spider that’s all” I try to cover up the fact that i was totally star struck and defiently impressed by his appearance. By this point Harry was completely facing me with Elena looking at us like she knew about this all along.
“Oh is it? A spider I see” he says seeing through my bullshit.
“I’m Harry” he shakes my hand.
“And you are?”
“Oh I’m Ava”
“Ava. That’s a cute name!”
I just pursed my lips and smiled. That’s all I could do! What would you do if Harry Styles called your name cute? Exactly.
“So you’re drummer I see”
You raise your eyebrows sort of creeped out.
“Haha I saw the drum sticks in your bag. I’m not as creepy as they say” he said leaning towards me, winking in the end.
It’s like i was snapped out of my suspicions to a realisation.
“Oh right sorry yeah. I’m a bit distracted today”
“So how long have you been drumming for Ava?”
“Oh Uhm since I was uhh 16”
“Hmm.. so since how-”
“8 years”
“Wow that’s impressive”
“You wouldn’t be interested in drumming for me would you?” He said after a long pause, unsure of whether he should’ve said it.
“Drumming for you?” I know exactly what he means but I’m too utterly taken aback to say anything.
“Yeah”
“You don’t even know how I play? For all you know I’d not even be able to hold the sticks”
“Well then that that’s just an excuse for you to come in for an audition!”
“Orrrrrr…” I see Elena sliding in and before I can say anything she’s said it.
“We have a gig at Bardo’s tonight! You can come and see for yourself” she says chirping.
He looks at me for to find a glint of expression but sees fails considering I was trying to deny his offer at all costs and I just failed.
“Then Bardo’s it is” Harry says delightfully looking at the both of us.
“Great see you at bardo’s, 7pm” Elena being a little to excited was pissing me off real bad at this point.
“That’s great…See you tonight…” I say almost sounding excited as I walk past him, leaving him stood right there.
I know he’s looking at us walk away I can feel It, so I keep walking silently until we’re out of his hearing range.
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“ELENA! What did you do!” I say pinching the bridge of my nose in distress.
“Your kids will thank me one day”
“No. No kids are thanking no one. I DON’T WANT TO DRUM FOR ANYONE LET ALONE HIM!!” I say whisper shouting
“The only difference is, you do!”
“Elle you Know I’m happy with my job, a job I’ve dreamed of doing since I was 5! Why do you want to ruin that for me?”
“I’m not ruining anything for you. You can do both at the same time! I know that you’ve wanted to be a big shot Artists drummer too. Just because you’re scared of change doesn’t mean you have to ruin the rest of your life for it. That’s what I’m here for. Ruining your life is my job. And so is making sure you don’t give up opportunities like these.”
I can’t help but let out a small smile..
“Well meeting your Celebrity crush of over 8 years and having him offer you a job doesn’t go well together that’s all” I breathe out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Can’t believe I’m saying this but You’re right. I’m going to go to the gig, give my best, which I do either way and see what he has to offer…. I mean 16 year old me wouldn’t believe this happened if I told her” I say screeching in excitement, holding her hand and jumping and and making incoherent noises like a madwoman.
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Zoros Training Session (18+)
Zoro x female reader. NSFW DNI if you are a minor
Warning: Pet names, face fucking, swearing and unprotected sex.(This is just a fantasy, please use protection lol)
Word count: 2,584
This is my first time writing like this so please go easy on me lol. I’m just hoping at least one person can enjoy.
Today as you rode the waves on the Thousand Sunny, your surroundings seemed more peaceful than normal. Instead of his normal antics, Luffy was passed out on the deck of the ship. Ussop, Chopper and Franky all sitting gathered around for a game of cards. Nami and Robin sat in lounge chairs soaking in the sun, sipping on fruity drinks Sanji made them as he was working in the kitchen. Since he was out of sight, you figured Zoro was up training in the crows nest during his free time. Everyone was at ease, besides you.
It had been 8 months since you agreed to join Luffy’s crew. As much as you loved it, you couldn’t help but miss the little things about life before you became a pirate. Like being able to walk down the street without worrying if someone was after you due to your captains large bounty. Or going to your favorite little spot on the edge of town looking out into the sea for hours, but most of all you missed sex. It has been so long since you’ve felt someone’s body pressed up against yours, their hungry hands tracing every inch of you leaving the feeling of excitement behind.
Normally if it were any other day you would have indulged in the moment with the rest of the crew, but today other things were heavy on your mind. Out of all the people on your crew, only one man peaked your interest. Zoro. You couldn’t tell exactly what it was about him that drove you wild. It could be his determination and loyalty to his captain, his nonchalant idgaf attitude. Or maybe it came down to something more simpler than that, more primal. When it came down to his physical appearance, everything about him had you weak in your knees.
As you sit there letting your mind wander, you can’t help but think. “Would he even be interested in me?” After debating it for some time you give out a sigh and say fuck it. You get up and make your way up to the crows nest. As you make it to the door you hesitate to reach for the handle. Instead, as if you had some sort of instinct you lean forward and press your ear on the door. Expecting to hear the usual grunts and groans of his regular work out, you were more than shocked to hear him moaning. Not only was he moaning, but it was your name. “Oh Fuucckk y/n, I bet you would feel so good wrapped around my cock.” Hearing those words made your core feel hot. You back up, completely taken aback by what you just heard. A million thoughts racing through your mind but the most prominent one was “open the door”. And just as your brain thought of it, your body followed in pursuit. You open the door to find Zoro pantsless sitting on the floor against the wall stroking his hard cock. Immediately, you guys make eye contact.
“It’s about time you came in” he says with a sly grin. “Wh-what do you mean by that?” You say trying to keep eye contact and not stare at his hand wrapped around his hard dick. “Don’t play dumb with me y/n, I heard you eavesdropping outside the door”. His confession makes you beat red in the face. As you begin to try to defend your actions he stands up and walks over to you. On his way over, you can feel his eyes piercing every bit of your exposed skin. Especially keeping his attention on your large breasts squeezing into a bikini top one size to small.
As he stands in front of you, your brain renders itself useless. You can’t manage to let the words in your brain escape to your mouth. Instead you stood there staring into his eyes as you felt the wetness growing inbetween your legs. “What? No words princess?” He reaches up and grabs your jaw. Trying to think of the right thing to say, the truth slips through your mouth. “I want you Zoro, I want you buried deep inside me!” with those words Zoro didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the back of your neck pulling you into a rough sloppy kiss, navigating his tongue around yours as if he were a professional. You couldn’t help but let a little moan out with his forcefulness. He releases you from the kiss using his hands to grab each side of your head. “All you had to do was ask y/n, but just a warning. I won’t go easy on you”
Zoro picks you up with ease, placing his rough and calloused hands tightly on your ass as your legs wrapped around him. He walks you over and places you on the workout bench. His same lustful stare burning straight into your soul as you try not to squirm under him as he stands tall above you. Zoro grabs the base of his cock with one hand, and uses the other to pull at your bottom lip. “Open.” He says under his breath, sounding more like a growl. The way he was acting you didn’t dare hesitate to do what he says, you’ve never seen Zoro like this before. Zoro was normally stern, that was nothing new. But this, the way he was talking to you, the way he was acting, you couldn’t help but crave him more and more. As you part your lips for him he doesn’t give it a second thought before shoving his cock straight to the back of your throat. The feeling of his member was so warm, it was so thick you could feel his pulse. You were so busy focusing on him you didn’t realize your eyes were tearing up, or the gagging sounds you made as his cock stayed deep in your throat. “ Mmmm, Are you gonna let me fuck your pretty face y/n?” Zoro says placing his had on your cheek wiping your tears away with his thumb. You manage to release a muffled “mmmhhmmm” while trying to focus on your breathing. Zoros lustful eyes still stared down at you, this time he was taking in the beauty of your sweet mouth around his cock. The pleasure was already immense and he hasn’t even started fucking your mouth. “Fuuucckkk that’s my girl” he groans with a smirk growing on his face.
Zoro removes his hand from your face and uses it to tightly grip your hair into a makeshift ponytail. As he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth you can’t help but let tiny moans loose every time he hits the back of your throat. Your eyes begin to scan his body. Intently staring at his abs as your eyes work your way up to his muscular chest taking quick shallow breaths. You look up at his face and you feel a sense of pride seeing his head thrown back and his mouth gaping open. “OH-MY-FUCKING-GOD-Y/N” Zoro says with each thrust as he grips your hair tighter. You could tell he was close by the way he started to pick up the pace and pressure, the harder he went the more tears began to fall from your eyes. Without warning his thrust became faster and faster until he forced himself as far as he could into the back of your throat, releasing his hot sticky cum deep in your mouth with a low groan. Zoro pulls his cock out of your mouth leaving a string of his cum and your saliva stretching from your mouth to his tip. Without a word your mouth follows the string of your guys mixed fluids onto his cock. You swirl your tongue around him making sure to get every last drop.
“I never knew you were such a good girl” Zoro says with a sexy laugh as he wipes the bit of cum sitting on your chin. “I’m only a good girl for you” you barely manage to get the words out through your shaky breaths. “That’s what I like to hear, now stand up.” You stand up, you’re so close his cock presses against your stomach and you can feel the heat coming off of his body. Zoro reaches his hands around your back and unclasps your bikini top revealing your plump breasts. Staring down at you half naked he begins to mutter a few curse words under his breath.
In one swift motion, Zoro leans down, cups your breast’s and places one in his mouth. The feeling of pure ecstasy as his tongue swirls around your sensitive bud makes you cry out. “Oh Zoro! Your mouth feels so goo-“ before you could finish, Zoro reaches up and places his hand over your mouth. “You have to keep quiet princess” he says muffled while his mouth was still on your breast. You started to squirm at the anticipation of what’s going to happen next. You can feel the wetness continuing to build in between your legs as Zoro toys with your body. He begins to take his free hand, rubbing from your breast all the way down to your navel. His hands kept going back up and down but every time his hand went down, it would get a little closer to your pussy. “Please Zoro, I can’t take it anymore. I need you, please give me your cock. I - I can’t take it anymore” with that being said he releases his mouth from your breast revealing a smug look on his face. “Am I making you that crazy y/n?” He says in a teasing way as his hands travel down to the waistband on your shorts.
Zoro doesn’t hesitate, he pulls your shorts and panties down in one quick move. You kick your clothes to the side, beginning to blush as you can feel him devouring you with his eyes. “Fuck” he says heavily eyeing your now completely bare body. He leans forward, grabbing his dick at the base as he begins to squeeze it between your thighs. Zoro begins to pick up his pace, rubbing himself against your sensitive clit. You tilt your head back enjoying the pleasure that only he can give you. He sees this as an opening and leans forwards leaving little nibbles in the nape of your neck.
“Ple-please Zoro mmhhp - I need you so bad” you say between soft moans as he continues working your body, grinding against your clit in almost a teasing way. “Are you sure you can take it?” Zoro says in a cocky tone. Seeing you begging this way was is certainly an ego boost for him. He stops moving in between your thighs, you can feel tears of frustration forming in your eyes. Zoro leans down a bit licking from your collar bone to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Stop teasing me, please I’m begging. Just take me already” he lets out a slight chuckle at the state you are in right now. He’s never seen you so desperate before, but he really enjoyed seeing this side of you. “Ah, so needy. But I guess since my pretty girl asked so nicely I can help her out.”
Zoro lays you down on the floor and places your legs on his broad shoulders . He begins to glide his tip along the wet folds of your entrance making you whine out in anticipation. “ I love how wet you are for me” he says as he slowly glides his cock into your entrance, making sure to go little by little so you have time to adjust to his size. When he finally bottomed out inside of you, both of you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. “Oh Zoro!” You say while biting your hand trying to keep quiet. “Damn baby girl” he says while pushing his hand on your lower stomach. “You feel how deep I am?” He finally began to thrust in and out of you, keeping a slow pace at first until he began to speed up. Every thrust going deeper than the last until his tip kissed your cervix.
You’ve never felt this good before. Yeah, sure you’ve had sex here and there, but those times were nothing like this. The pure ecstasy you feel in this moment can’t be compared to anything. With his pace quickening, the pleasure became more intense. Your core began to feel hot and tingly, and you could feel yourself tighten around him. Zoro could feel it too. He released a low groan at the sensation, then he leaned forward pinning your body in half with his hands placed pushing on the back of your thighs, he began to hit all the right spots to bring you closer to your release. “Yeahh baby- just like that” he says with a shaky breath. You could tell he was close too. “Are you gonna cum on my cock princess?” There was no way the rest of the crew couldn’t hear how he was pounding you right now. The pornographic noises leaving the two of you, the smacking sounds of his hips slamming into yours. But both of you didn’t care, all that mattered in the moment was the orgasm that was approaching you.
“Yes, Uhhh fuck baby I’m gonna cum!” You moan, now trying to grind your clit against him. Zoro notices, he lets go of one of your thighs and begins to circle your puffy clit with his thumb. This sends you over the edge. That warm knotty feeling in the pit of your stomach explodes, sending waves of pleasure all over your body as you tighten around his cock, digging your nails into his hips as his thrusts begin to become more sloppy. You could tell he was close too. “Shit y/n!” Zoro says as his shaky breath begins to quicken. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Let me cum inside you” his eyes stare into yours looking for confirmation. You can only manage to give a small nod as you recovered from your own release. With your approval he beings to slam as deep as he could into pushing hard against your cervix, you couldn’t help but gasp. He pulls out and pushes in one last time holding himself deep as possible as if you are pulling him in. His hot cum spills inside of you, coating your walls. The sensation makes you both shudder pleasure.
You both laid there for a moment as he remained inside of you. You could feel your juices mixed with his cum spilling out of you and all over him. The sight began to make him hard again. “You wanna go again?” You say with a small laugh as you look up at him. Zoro gives you a smile and pulls away from you. Letting everything spill out. He leans over to grab a towel he was saving for after his workout. Using it he gently cleans the mess the two of you made on yourself and the floor. Zoro sits down beside you and pulls you into him, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. “I think we should continue this another time. That is, if you’re up for it?” He says muffled as his face is resting on the top of your head. “Oh yeah definitely, but only if you let me take charge next time”. He lets out a little laugh “Whatever you say sweet thing.”
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I wish I was your boyfriend too. (Part 2)
rookie!leon x detective!reader
not my gif^^
a/n: the long awaited part 2!! sorry for taking so long, it was my birthday on the 23rd and then i was studying for finals all week 😩 anyway, enjoy!
genre: fluff :))))
cw: none (kinda implied sexual stuff at the end?)
summary: leon confronts you about the night you were drunk.
part 1 is linked here!
taglist:
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“leon?” y/n’s raspy morning voice echoed through her bedroom. “oh, you’re awake! how do you feel?” leon asked as he set down some advil on the table for her headache. “like my head was ran over by a bus.” she deadpans and he laughs. she downs the advil and gets out of her bed. “thank you for taking care of me last night.” she says. “of course, i hope you don’t mind that i slept over- i swear nothing happened! it’s just- the storm was getting really bad.” leon replies. “i know you wouldn’t do anything like that while i was drunk. and i don’t mind at all.” she smiles, “let’s go get breakfast! on me.”
at breakfast…
leon wanted to mention what y/n said last night but he just couldn’t get the words out. he didn’t want to embarrass her or be rejected. “you look like you’ve got something on your mind.” the h/c woman smirked at him before sipping her coffee. “oh, it’s nothing.” he blushes lightly. “hmm… sure…” she narrows her eyes quizzically at the blond man.
after breakfast…
as the two walk through the street, they talk a bit. y/n shivers from the cold winter weather. without hesitation, leon takes off his jacket and drapes it around her shoulders. “oh i don’t want you to get cold!” she shakes her head, trying to shrug off the coat. “no, it’s fine, i was getting warm anyway.” that was a lie. it was fucking freezing. but seeing her wearing his jacket was so worth it. she pushes her arms through the sleeves and snuggles into the warmth and leon can’t help but think about how cute and casual it all was. almost as if they were dating. “leon… did i say anything weird when i was drunk?” y/n asks. “uhhh… like what?” he responds, taken aback. “anything stupid? like, stuff i wouldn’t say sober.” she chuckles. his mind flashes back to the night before. “don’t you wanna see me naked though?” he blushes at the memory. “you’re so good to me. wish you were my boyfriend…” she sighed. “y’so sweet.” she caressed her hand against his cheek. “so respectful. so cute, with your fluffy hair and your cute lips.” she stroked her fingers on his lips. “i always wanna kiss ‘em.” she smiled. “you’re drunk.” he says. “no, m’not” she mumbled. “good night, y/n.” “g’night, leon. love you.” his stomach flutters again, just like when it had happened. “you said…” he sighs. “you said i’m good to you. that i’m sweet and respectful and c-cute. you said you want to kiss me and… that you wish i was your boyfriend.” he said and silence lingered in the air. “you said you love me.” he adds. “look, i completely understand if that was the alcohol talking but i… when you said you wish i was your boyfriend…” he stops and turns to look at her. “i wish i was your boyfriend too.” he mumbles. “…seriously?” y/n asked in disbelief. he nods. “that’s good.” she whispers and before he can respond, he feels a pair of lips pressing against his. the kiss is passionate but soft. finally, they pull away. he stares at her for a second in shock that the most gorgeous woman in the station (and the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen) just kissed him. “you’re so perfect.” he whispers mindlessly. her expression softens and a small smile graces her lips. “you’re so cute, leon.” she holds back a squeal and hugs him. “oh, and if you were wondering still, i meant everything i said last night.” she says as they pull back. “oh? everything?” he smirks. “yes.” she says. “even when you said you wanted me to see you naked?” he grins wider. initially, a shocked expression spreads across her face until she smirks. “definitely.”
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AITA for abruptly cutting off a friend after agreeing to sing at her wedding when she wouldn’t let my bf attend?
So this is from a few years ago but I honestly still can’t wrap my mind around whether or not I was in the wrong here. I (23M) was friends with “Lisa” (21) (fake name ofc) for around five years. I liked her and cared about her but never thought of us as super close, but she definitely felt a lot more attached to me.
Eventually she got a boyfriend, “Jim.” He’s straight, but flirted with me constantly “as a joke.” He did it in front of Lisa so it wasn’t behind her back or anything, and for the most part I always belied that it was all jokes and would even play into it for the bit. Since he’s straight and Lisa seemed to find it entertaining I honestly didn’t think twice about it. Then after a few months of this, one night we were all hanging out and they propositioned me.
They asked point blank if I wanted to have a threesome. I’m very openly bi and have had threesomes before, which Lisa knew about, but I was not interested in the slightest. I’m not attracted to either of them and I was kind of taken aback because I was so sure all the flirting wasn’t serious bc of Jim’s orientation.
They were super into the idea and I was kinda icked out. I kind of laughed it off and didn’t express my discomfort bc I was kind of shocked. Later on I told Lisa that it made me kind of uncomfortable, and to their credit the flirting stopped.
Fast forward a few months and I had to move, and they very enthusiastically offered up their help. I gladly accepted their help bc I was pretty overwhelmed tbh, and I suck at assembling furniture. On moving day they brought me a FUCK TON of housewarming gifts. A set of 10 Mugs, plates, coasters, and decorations. I was super grateful for their help with the move and all the gifts but I was also a little uncomfortable, I really don’t like it when people spend money on me.
I’m a fairly okay singer and Lisa had mentioned wanting me to sing at her wedding way before she even met Jim and I told her I would love to. During moving day she tells me their engaged and formerly asks me to be their singer. I say yes, of course, because at this point I still had warm feelings towards them and after all their help and the gifts I feel like I owed them.
Fast forward another few months, around 9 months before the wedding. Lisa and I are on the phone and I ask about wedding plans and offhandedly mention something about my boyfriend to which Lisa informs me I am not allowed a plus one, and added it was especially because I hadn’t known him for very long at that point.
When I try to ask her if she could reconsider letting him attend, she brought up all the kind stuff she and Jim did for me, (moving help, gifts). This honestly really hurt my feelings, and I didn’t want to go to their wedding alone. Even though the flirting had stopped, there was a part of me that was nervous at the prospect of being alone with Lisa and Tim, and I was honestly kind of sick of how clingy she could be at times. She would call me almost every day.
This is where I think I’m in the wrong: after a few days of mulling it over, I tell Lisa I’m not going to the wedding, and I don’t want to be her friend anymore. I bring up that one time they propositioned me and how this made me feel uncomfortable going with my boyfriend. This takes her completely by surprise, and “breaks her heart”, according to her own words. She thought I was being manipulative for bringing up the threesome offer.
I felt terrible for hurting her feelings and I realized I probably came across as super cold in how eager I was to just cut off the friendship. I also understand that this was her wedding and she had every right not to want someone she didn’t know very well there. I can’t drive and their wedding was two hours away from me, so I offered a compromise that my bf would just drive me there and just attend the reception or even just wait at a hotel somewhere if they were really adamant about not having him there at all.
She vehemently refused, and said they’d pay for a train ticket instead. I told her no, and I didn’t want to talk to her ever again. I feel like I was being over dramatic, and I do genuinely feel bad for hurting her. As bad as I felt for dropping her, I really didn’t like how they expected me to travel hours away from home without my partner, and I can’t say I miss her all that much. AITA?
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