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matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl · 1 year

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Safe - John Wick x Fem!Reader

Summary: John comes home from work and he is wounded, and as his worried wife, you help him.

Warnings: swearing, oral m!receiving, blood/gore, talk of violence, mainly fluff.

Enjoy!

You sit alone in your large kitchen, biting your nails and shaking your leg as you anxiously wait for your husband to come home.

His profession was extremely dangerous. Every time he went out you didn’t know if he was alive. Whenever you heard a car pass by your house, you wondered if it were the police coming to inform you that your husband had passed.

You knew that you had to make certain sacrifices that came with being married to The John Wick, the Boogie Man, as they call him.

You hear the door unlock, and your breath hitched. Running to the door, you are met with John. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding back tears as you nuzzle your face into the crook of us neck. “Oh, John…”

His hands weakily wrap around your waist. “Y/N…” he sighs, resting his chin atop your head.

Your hand trails down the chest of his suit. You find the red substance of blood on his white shirt. “You were shot?”

“Stabbed,” he says. “Not too bad. I’ve been though worse,”

You sigh. “Yeah, just stabbed.” You say sarcastically. “What if next time you get stabbed even worse, or shot, and you don’t make it through?” You question.

John gives you a saddened look. “I’m sorry, Y/N. You have a right to be mad, and worried.”

You give him an angered gaze, but it slowly fades as you hear the sincerity in his voice. You lean up to kiss him. “You’re right,” you say.

You take him to the kitchen where you strip him of his suit jacket and button up shirt. “This is going to sting,” you say. “I know,” he replies.

The wound was shallow, but it was still gushing a fair amount of blood. Once you were able to slow down the bleeding, you begin to clean it. John lightly hisses as you disinfect his wound.

You quickly bandage it neatly, then reward him with a warm kiss on his lips. “You have to stop this, John,”

“I know,” he says again. “I- I can retire, if you want.”

“Will you really do that for me?”

“Of course, baby. You are more important than work.”

You smile softly. “If you think it’s the best, then you can. I will support whatever you do,” you say. “Will you be safe?” You ask.

“We are safe. We will always be safe.”

“No, will you be safe?”

John pauses for a concerning amount of time. “I will be safe.” He says. “And if anybody comes after you, or me, I will kill them.”

“John,” you say like a disappointed mother. But, you couldn’t help but smile. You loved your mass murderer husband.

“That’s the spirit, love,” he smiles and gives you a kiss.

“You should go wash up,” you tell him. His face was cut, as well as his hair slicked back with sweat.

“Join me?”

“Very funny,” you laugh before sending him up to the bathroom to clean off the sins of the night. “Be mindful of your bandages,”

“Yes, ma’am,” John chuckled.

John finds his way to the master bathroom. He strips the rest of his clothes and got into the shower. His bandage inevitably got wet.

He ran his hands through his hair, feeling as the heterogeneous mixture of sweat, styling gel and water ran down his back. It felt so releiving to wash himself of the stress and torment of his job.

He used a musky scented soap to wash off the sweat and grime he had accumulated through the night. He exited the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist before redressing his wound.

John left the bathroom, towel still lazily around his waist. You were in bed, reading a book as you awaited for your husband to join you.

You couldn’t help but look at his chiseled abs and cutting hip bones. Of course, you also couldn’t ignore his broad shoulders and tattoo covered back.

“Y/N. You’re starring,”

“Oh,” you say. “Sorry,” you laugh, and he smirks. “Is it such a crime to appreciate my husbands body?”

“No. Just funny to call you out on it,” he says. He grabs a pair of sweatpants and slipped them on.

“Come lay down, babe,” you pull back the comforter in the empty space for him to fill. He slowly lays down, and he groans as his aching back hits the bed.

“Are you really going to retire?” You ask as your hand gently rests on his chest. You slowly draw circles on his skin, avoiding any bruised areas.

“Anything for you,”

You smile, and he slowly leans in to connect your lips in a gently kiss. “I will love you forever…” he murmurs agaisnt your lips. “I will love you when I’m below the ground, and I will love you after the earth ceases to exist…”

You rest your forehead against his, shakily sighing. “I love you, too. Always and forever…”

John kisses you again, hungerly needing your touch and presence against his skin. He gently grips your hair as he hums against your soft, pillowy lips.

His hand reaches for your waist, pulling your laying body closer to his. He squeezes your flesh though your sleep shirt. You whine at the tight squeeze.

Johns lips trail off yours, adventuring down your jaw to suck hot sores on your neck. His hand on your waist moves up, dangerously close to your chest. He cups your breast with his sore and bruised hands through your shirt, gently massaging it in his palm. He knew just how to make you fold.

“John-“ you whisper.

“What, love?”

“Not tonight. You need to heal.” You tell him.

He rests his head on your shoulder, sighing softly. “You’re right,” he whispers. “It’s just so hard to keep my hands off you.” He glances down at his lap, seeing the tent growing in his sweatpants.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, baby?” You reply.

“I- um. I know you said I have to heal. But, what am I supposed to do about that?” He asks, moving away from the crook of your neck to show the erection in his pants.

You think for a moment, keeping your eyes fixated on his bulge. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t use my hands or my mouth on you,” you tell him, and he grins.

You reach for the waistband of his sweatpants, slowly pulling them off his thighs. Johns cock springs out from his pants. He was hard and throbbing just by touching your breasts.

You grasp his length. His breath hitched at the sight of your hand around his dick. You slowly begin stroking him. You hover above him, letting a string of spit slowly dripping down onto his tip.

“Oh-“ he mumbled as the warm liquid touches his pulsating crown.

You gently kiss the tip, your hand still stroking his shaft slowly.

“Y/N…”

You whimper against his cock at the sound of his voice. You knew you had to resist him. You couldn’t risk opening his wound and causing him any pain. Hopefully an orgasm would help his aching body in some way.

You slowly take in his length. You suck the tip, humming at the salty taste of his pre-cum. You knew he wasn’t going to last too long. He never lasted long when you sucked him off.

“Just like that, baby,” he praised, “don’t stop- fuck. Don’t stop-“

You didn’t stop, and you weren’t going to stop until you pleasured him to your full ability.

You take in more of his cock. John shivered at the sight of his erection engulfed in your mouth.

“I’m close- shit. I’m gonna cum. Fuck.” He moans.

You began sucking him faster. You felt as your lips glided over the thriving veins on his cock, but always focusing on the tip. He loved it when you toyed with his tip.

His hips shudder, causing you to gag. “Sorry, baby,” he quickly says. You don’t reply, gagging again. You didn’t care if you gagged on his cock. You loved it, because you knew that you were doing good.

His hips jerk up again. He grips your hair, moaning your name as you quickly and steadily suck his cock. He began chasing his release.

“Fuck!” He moans. His eyes roll back, head hitting the pillow as his cum shoots into your mouth. You always loved the taste of his cum.

You finish him off with your hand, swallowing all his arousal as you did. Cum continued to shoot out, going all over your hand as he bucked his hips into your palm.

You happily licked it off, humming at the salty, yet at the same time, sweet taste.

“Fuck. Thank you, baby…” he whispers. The pleasure helped ease some of his pain.

“Anything for you,” you smile. You kiss him, and he tastes his own cum off your lips.

“Can I return the favour?” He asks, toying with the elastic band of your sleep shorts.

You shake your head. “Not tonight. You can in the morning once you have some rest,” you tell him. He frowns, but obeys.

“Okay,” John says. He fixes his sweatpants, and you grab a tissue off the night stand to wipe the spit and cum off your hand, and a bit of the white fluid that got on his stomach. John reachs over to turn off the bedside lamp, groaning as his body was strained to make the reach.

“Goodnight, baby…” you lay your head on his chest, yet again mindful of the bruises and cuts.

“Goodnight. I love you…” John whispers

“I love you too…”

#john wick #john wick fanfic #john wick fanfiction #john wick x y/n #john wick franchise #john wick smut #john wick 4 #john wick x reader #keanu reeves john wick #keanu reeves

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pillowbo · 3 months

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Forcemasc can be extremely humiliating and degrading! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. How humbling is it that you now live to serve a beautiful woman because she strapped you to a table and smeared t-gel onto you repeatedly.

She has to put gloves on her pretty hands, of course, can't let herself be corrupted how she's corrupting you. You hear the snap of rubber and then watch as she squeezes a big glob out of the tube, a glint in her eye as she glances from you to the shiny gel on her fingertips.

Perhaps she's a mad scientist, a cerebral woman with the sole intent of crafting a man out of you for whatever reason, perhaps she sees your potential.

Your thoughts drain out of your head all at once as the cold shock of gel glides against your skin, rubbing into your increasingly taut muscles and all over your body, and you can do nothing but writhe in your restraints as she describes in great detail her plan to make you into her perfect husband.

It's your position to be beneath her, as she sculpts you into her willing servant; here to carry big heavy things and go to work for her, pay her bills, give her money to buy Sephora and Coach and to get her perfect nails done, fuck her on demand when she wants it.

She'll take care to make you appear presentable. Of course, you will be distinctly masculine beside her, but none of that nonsense about smelling awful or being greasy in a wife beater because some simpleton thinks it's manly.

You might think, you're just a guy, you don't need much. Don't worry your big stupid head about any of it. She will arrange your wardrobes; suits and ties and nice shoes and cologne.

Can't have her arm candy looking slobbish! No, you will be her Dapper Dan as she wishes. You'll have all the time in the world to be absolutely filthy with her in the sheets, after all.

She touches your growing tdick with her gloved hands, bringing you back down to the moment once again when she gives it a few quick strokes and laughs at your responses, twisting and jerking at the sensation.

You're so sensitive now!

At last, she decides that you are ready. You look down at your newly grown tdick, hairs sprouting in rough stubble across your face, a happy trail, and hairy thighs that would take forever if you wanted to shave, the hairs inevitably sprouting right back.

You realize how permanent this is, what she has done to you, and all at once it makes you insanely horny. You want to pin her down and fuck her, the woman who did this to you.

She happily welcomes it, orders it even, but swats your sweaty hands away from her until she's led you to her bedroom. Stupid boy, show some restraint.

You get to the room and she strips, and she is so beautiful, such a contrast to you now, to how you always had been, on the inside. She is graceful and feminine and smooth as she walks, you feel so clunky and awkward, but she looks at you with admiration in her eyes at her work.

It's all it takes for you to top her and fuck her into her queen-size four-poster bed until you're both coming, over and over, you can't help but repeat your thrusting into her over and over, because she made you this way, because you've always been just a dumb man toy that exists to satisfy her pleasure.

#omg im breathless #wheezing #doubled over #please women who see this #i need a female POV #because i wanna see it #and also i'm just a dumb guy #you can write better than me #forcemasc #transmasc #ftm nsft #autoandrophilia #autoandrophile #ftmlw #my fantasy involving t-gel #sploshing #transhet #straight trans

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drieddpetals · 2 months

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modern things the crows would love

(based of the reference of them being in the victorian era)

(also, i've seen a couple people do this so full credit to them for inspiring this)

kaz:

* (secretly) card shuffling asmr/those asmr videos where they teach you card games, even tho he knows how to play them already

* (when he was a kid) those diaries where you have to have a code to get in with a speaker to record messages in

* ^^ also diaries with locks on them

* combination locks

* hard swing jazz

* mean girls (movie & musical)

* "dark acadamia" literature

* making sure everyone in a fifteen mile radius of him knows that frankenstein was the DOCTOR and the monster was frankenstein's MONSTER

* making up conlangs/ciphers for fun

* ^^ getting the crows to memorize them so they can communicate secretly

* gloves with pads on the fingers that let you use screens

inej:

* tumblr aesthetic moodboards

* taking hyperspecific uquiz personality quizzes

* crystal jewelry

* competitive gymnastics & tumbling

* claw clips & french pins

* colored eyeliner & mascara

* midi skirts

* making boards on pinterest—sharing those boards with jesper & wylan

* ^^ having massive joint pinterest boards with all the crows

* leg warmers

* ballet & "ballet aesthetic"

* any movie with natalie portman

* birkenstocks but specifically the ones with a holder for your big toe (idk if this makes sense)

* phantom of the opera

* oil diffusers

* american girl dolls

jesper:

* laser tag

* rollerskating & roller derby

* plato's closet

* tourist jewelry

* volleyball

* colored & funky shaped sunglasses

* just dance 2

* bruno mars

* fall out boy

* cargo shorts

* hamilton

* finding obscure fashion inspo on pinterest

* showing everyone how he can run barefoot on gravel

* gyaru fashion

* sour candy

* mt. dew

* saying, "i'm just joshing you" ironically

* sneezing extremely loud on purpose when it's dead silent

wylan:

* papa louie arcade games

* laufey

* asmr

* flute beatboxing

* green and brown colored converse

* tumblr aesthetic moodboards

* magnetic puzzle tiles

* percy jackson

* moisturizer with sunscreen in it

* the great comet of 1812

* dr. pepper

* accidentally dropping really traumatizing memories bc he genuinely thinks they're just funny stories from his childhood

* watercolor pencils

* shazam & the google "hum a tune" feature

nina:

* forever 21

* lush

* those mommy baking blogs that post their whole life stories before the recipe

* french tip manicures but in any other color but white

* ^^ also charms on nails

* gel manicures

* megan thee stallion

* lip gloss

* juicy couture

* the met gala

* amy winehouse

* duolingo/memrise/babbel

* panara bread

matthias:

* ^^ also, those mommy baking blogs that post their whole life stories before the recipe

* volunteering at animal shelters

* carhaart & patagonia

* those massage chairs at malls

* apple watches

* buying those massive bottles of ibuprofen at costco

* ^^ buying bulk protein powder from costco

* ^^^ generally he just likes costco & buying things in bulk

* colored fairy lights (HATES LED light strips)

* those big tubs of aquaphor

* vera bradley blankets

* gallon water bottles with the motivational time checkpoints

* at home gyms

* the classic white boy flannel over hoodie combo

* jacuzzis

* massage guns

* steel toe boots

* yawning and sneezing like a dad

* hair and beard oil

#some of these don't make sense in the context of *modern things* but idc #as it went on this list sort of became a headcanon list #but do y'all see my vision #kaz brekker #six of crows #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #six of crows fandom #soc #soc fandom

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girlietips · 4 months

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How to look and feel healthier in 6 months

Workout everyday in a way that will help you build your dream body.

Eat protein and vegetables at every meal

Drink a gallon of water everyday

Oil your scalp and avoid tight hairstyles

Use whitening strips once a week

Walk 10k steps a day

Do posture exercises everyday

Keep your nails done with builder gel to grow out your natural nails

Keep up on skin care everyday

#coquette #that girl #self love #self care #self improvement #healthy #healthyliving #it girl

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ackermanbloodline · 7 months

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The Breaking Point - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Summary: You reach your breaking point with your relationship with Captain Levi.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Angst. Heartbreak.

* * *

It has been hours. Hours, now.

You look back anxiously at the clock in the living room, at least twenty times in the past half hour. The waiting was torture. Levi was going on yet another very perilous mission. Your mind had been coming up with so many scenarios to torture you. Every time you blink, you see his wounded corpse. Blood everywhere. Dirt caked underneath his fingernails. His mouth opened wide to scream out to you for help.

It’s days like these where you want to pull your hair out and bite off your entire nail bed out of nervousness and worry. Your heart aches, it is quite literally sore from beating so hard for so long. You place a hand over your sternum in hopes to still it.

The rain outside patters on the kitchen window of your shared home, giving a glimpse into the slumbering, slightly glowing town square. All is quiet. And you can’t decide whether or not that contributes or helps your anxiety. You take a deep breath as you glance over to Levi’s tea cup, once steaming, sitting on the aged wooden dining table. You finished your black tea long ago but you still cradle your porcelain cup carefully in your cold hands.

You get up on your feet. Shakily, you pad over to the sink, wash it out, and carefully place it in the drying rack. The warm hanging light hanging above highlights your slouching silhouette. Your eyes close. You try to imagine what he would say if he were here, if he knew you were acting like this.

“We need to get you to bed. Come on, let’s go.”

You nod your head at the imaginary voice. Leaning away from the sink, you make sure all the doors are locked before heading into your bedroom. You strip yourself and put everything in the laundry basket in the corner of your closet. Your nightly shower almost seems tedious to even think about.

Still, you practice good hygiene, as Levi always preaches, and do it anyway. Once you’re in it, you find the water is cleansing for you, and not just in the physical sense. But there’s a strange emotional cleansing to it. As you let the hot streams run down the expanse of your skin, you finally feel (somewhat) at peace. You didn’t bother to light a candle so you could see; you know the house well enough by now. When you open your eyes, blackness. When you close them, blackness.

You use the same shower gel as him in an effort to feel even more comforted. And for a second, it works. Your imagination is powerful enough that it whisks you away into a fond memory: the first night in the house together. All the laughs, jokes… Him pulling you close as you showered together.

“You’re mine.”

A small smile manages to pull at the corners of your lips.

And then you’re ripped back to the present without any warning. Your eyes begin to burn with impending tears. But you remain strong.

“Oh, Levi…” you trail off quietly to yourself after taking a shaky breath. “Why must you torture me like this?”

You reach out and turn the water off, stepping out of the shower in a dripping mess. You reach out and grab the towel from the sink and work to get yourself dry. You pull your sleeping shorts on and a tank top and crawl into bed, gazing up at the moon at the window. A part of you wonders if you’re looking up at the moon the same time he is, wondering the same thing.

Your eyes snap closed. And you vow to not open them for the remainder of the night.

* * *

“Aaaaaaahhhhhh!”

Levi calls out your name.

“Please, help me!”

“Oh god, no! No!”

“I don’t wanna die!”

Visions of ripping flesh flash before your eyes. The deafening gurgling of someone choking on their own blood. Feral shrieks tearing through the air. A crunching sound. And you can’t move fast enough. In fact, you can’t move at all. You try to reach out towards anybody to help you, but they’re too busy running past you for their lives. And then one of them knocks you over. You’re being trampled to death.

Your name is screamed out again.

“I love you!”

* * *

A familiar voice calls for you once again. The same one.

You’re transported back to your bedroom, trying to make sense of what just happened. Your eyes bulge out of your skull. Your breathing is erratic, heart pounding in your chest, and a cold sweat has accumulated on your forehead. You scramble out of the person’s grip and beg for them to leave you alone.

“Hey, hey,” he urges, a soothing tone laced delicately in his voice. “Look at me. Look.”

Your gaze locks onto his. And almost like a drug, your whole body relaxes but almost as a chain reaction, tears begin to spill from your eyes.

“Levi?” your hands land on his shoulders and forcefully pull him into you so hard that it almost hurts. He reciprocates your embrace as his strong arms wrap around your middle. You bury your face into the crook of his shoulder, sobbing.

“It’s me, baby. I’m here. Shh.”

You can’t help but sob more at his words, his fingers raking through your hair. It was always like this when he was gone, the nightmares made their ghastly appearance. And no nightmare is ever quite the same. Each is horrific in its own, awful, fucked up way. In excruciating detail. You cry so hard that it’s hard to draw a single steady breath. One by one, teardrops fall from the curvature of your cheek and disappear into the fabric of Levi's uniform.

Despite the suffocating stench of sweat and blood on his person, he still somehow retains his own scent that you’ve come to love. You hold onto him like he’s the very last molecule of oxygen in a gas chamber. And that’s how you stay until you manage to get a grip on your emotions. How long has it been? You’re not sure. His hands grab the sides of your face and carefully pries you off him, looking into your eyes.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yes,” you sniffle. “Please tell me that’s your last mission for a while.”

“It is, I’m never leaving your side again.”

Of course, that’s what you want him to say. You would give anything to hear those words leave his lips. But instead, Levi calls your name cautiously.

“We’ve talked about this. As much as I'd like to, I can’t guarantee that.”

A part of you breaks each time he says it. It’s a discussion that’s been had more than once, and yet it’s something you have a hard time coming to terms with. Will you ever? You’re not sure. You lean away from his touch and wipe your nose against the back of your sleeve. A little flame has been growing inside you all evening, despite your efforts to snuff it out, and it just grew into a giant flame.

Your voice has a razor’s edge to it.

“It’s always going to be the same, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t keep worrying myself sick waiting for you to come home. I cannot fucking do it, Levi. This is the fifth time this month. I’m exhausted.”

“And you think it’s easy for me to go out on these missions, dealing with the repercussions of them, and coming home to you like this?”

“I never said or thought that.”

“I need to shower,” Levi states as he gets up from the bed, shedding his Scouts jacket and carefully undoing the buttons on his undershirt.

You avoid his gaze. You pull the comforter back up over your legs and torso as Levi closes the door to the bathroom without another word. It usually took him anywhere from thirty to sixty minutes to shower. The pitter pattering of the shower begins and with sleeping no longer in sight again, you find yourself reflecting. You look up toward the ceiling and intertwine your fingers together on your chest.

A few minutes ago, you were so grateful that he was alive and breathing. In one piece. And now you can’t retain eye contact with him. In fact, a part of you feels angry and resentful towards him. You feel disappointed at the fact that he got up and left an important conversation that you were trying to have with him by taking a shower. Why couldn’t you two just live a quiet, peaceful life in the interior? You mentally kick yourself in the ass for feeling this way. You know it’s selfish. Levi has his goals, goals in which he needs to achieve. Who are you to get in the way of that? You knew what you were getting into when you finally convinced him to go out on a date with you two years ago after years of fantasizing about him.

That was another lifetime ago. Everything is so different now.

You spend more time in the relationship unhappy and worrying. Levi is gone more than not. You find yourself wondering what life would be like without the uneasiness. Could you practice apathy? No. It isn’t in your nature. And what’s a relationship if one person is emotionally checked out?

Did you misread the situation? Did you put too much faith in yourself to make this relationship work? Can you keep doing this?

The questions swirl around in your head so fast that it makes you dizzy. You cover some of your face with your hand. You take a few breaths after you notice your heartrate picking up with anxiousness once again. Your eyes close and you focus on going to sleep. The white noise of Levi showering helps.

An instant passes before you feel Levi’s arm snake around your stomach and grab at your waist, pulling you into him. You must’ve fallen asleep. He’s warm and smells so good, every part of you wants to turn around to him and wrap yourself around him. But you find yourself not wanting to do it.

In fact, you don’t want him around you at all. Something you’ve never felt in your entire relationship. And it scares you to death. Silent tears roll down your cheeks as you stay in the same position and don’t bother to reciprocate his gestures of affection. He’s asleep as soon as he hits the pillow, a rare occurrence. You can tell by how deeply he's breathing.

Your hand catches his wrist and you carefully, slowly pry him off you. You take a deep breath and swing your legs over the bed, rubbing your eyes with tiredness. You just want to go to sleep and stay asleep. You look over your shoulder at Levi, still fast asleep. His furrowed brow relaxed and his mouth hung slightly agape. He looks so beautiful when he sleeps. Gathering that he had a hard day, you figure that he won’t be up for the rest of the night.

You quietly pad over to the bedroom door, open it, and close it behind you without a sound. Your hand runs through your hair as you make your way over to the couch. You collapse onto it and grab the blanket that’s hanging from one of the armrests. You drape it over yourself and curl up into a ball.

Enough is enough.

Once again, you manage to coax yourself into a deep slumber. Knowing the fact that, tomorrow, your relationship with Captain Levi of the Scout Regiment will come to an end.

* * *

You wake up to the smell of breakfast being cooked. The spice of cinnamon, sugary maple syrup, and the salty smell of bacon lingers in the air. Your eyes crack open as you slowly become oriented to where you are. Then, the memories of last night flood to you like a dam breaking.

And your decision about what to do about the relationship.

You fling the wool blanket off you and stand up with a quiet groan. Your body slightly aches from the uncomfortable positions you contorted yourself into during the night. There’s a kink in your neck, which you unsuccessfully stretch out. You fold the blanket neatly and place it where it was the night before. You head back into your room and get dressed for the day. Just when you’re brushing your teeth, Levi peeks his head from the doorway and his eyes slightly widen when he sees you.

“Hi.”

You look at him with a foamy mouth, “Hey.”

“Commander Erwin deemed today a rest day for those who survived yesterday’s mission. I made some breakfast. Join me?”

You nod your head after you spit into the sink.

“Sure.”

He nods his head and walks away, retreating back into the kitchen. Tears already start to well up in your eyes as you continue to brush your teeth. You don’t remember the last time the Scouts had a rest day. It always seemed like it was one thing after another with that regiment. You aren’t sure how you’re going to go about it, but you always figure it out. You quickly blink the tears away and focus on the current task at hand.

Just a few minutes later, you and Levi sit at opposite ends of the table, per usual, as you two enjoy a quiet breakfast together composed of pancakes, bacon, assorted fruit, and orange juice. You two both believe that talking shouldn’t be permitted during any meal. But today, he chooses to speak up after about twenty minutes of silence.

“You slept on the couch. Why?”

You swallow what you have in your mouth before responding, “I couldn’t sleep, and that couch is quite comfortable.”

“I see. If that statement’s true, why were you groaning and grabbing at your neck when you woke up?”

You two stare at each other for a moment.

“If you have something to say, then why don’t you just say it, Levi?”

“I think – no – I know you’re lying to me. What is it? Is it about last night?”

You stay silent for a moment, biting at your lip as you debate your next set of words. Your eyes dart back and forth at the plate in front of you in thought. Your fists clench together to get them to stop shaking as they rest on the tops of your thighs.

“Well?” Levi pushes.

“I…” you trail off, feeling your blood run cold and goosebumps forming along your spine. A lump forms in your throat. You shake your head and look up at Levi, whose countenance now conveys concern. “I think we should go our separate ways.”

His face goes completely blank and tears cloud your vision. You want to say more, but your lungs feel like they’re about to collapse into themselves. You try to blink away the tears again but this time, it’s unsuccessful. You push your chair out and stand up, fetching a kleenex from a nearby end table. You use it to wipe away the tears forming at the edge of your eyelids. The silence is deafening and so dense that you almost choke on it.

“I’m sorry, did I hear you correctly? You want to break up?”

You say, more confidently this time, “Yes.”

“I don’t want that.”

You manage to swallow the lump in your throat and clear the tears from your eyes. You turn around to face Levi, who is still in his chair.

“Neither do I, but I was thinking about last night’s discussion, or lack thereof. And it made me realize a few things.”

“Like what?”

“Our relationship is pure turmoil. It has been for a while. As I told you last night, I can’t sit there and wait for you to come home. Because I know one night, I’m going to sit here. And you won’t come back. And I just can’t—”

“I thought you knew all this when we agreed to be in a relationship together.”

“I wasn’t done talking, Levi. Please let me finish.”

He sits back in his chair.

“Last night, I needed you to be there for me. And you were, I appreciated that. But I started a conversation between us about something that mattered to me and you walked away like it was nothing. It’s not the first time and I know it won’t be the last. Our paths in life are very different, they always have been. I tried to ignore that, to make it work anyway, because I loved you. But I just don’t think there is a path for us going forward any further.”

You pause to let him speak. The silence is long and drawn out.

He mutters monotonously, “If that’s truly how you feel.”

Levi stands up and takes his plate to the sink. A strong punch of disappointment strikes you straight in the gut. A part of you was hoping that he would at least try to work it out between you two. But, as always, a man of very few words. You manage to stomach the disappointment and take a deep breath.

“It is.”

“All right. I’ll take the couch until you can find another place to live.”

Not even a week passes by before you manage to get everything you own into boxes and with the help of a few friends, you are able to move out of Levi’s place and into your own on the other side of town. Anybody can say what they want about you, but you have always worked quickly when it comes to pretty much anything.

You dreaded the thought of going back to work. The entire workweek was an absolute drag last week, which is a gross understatement. Even your editor seemed to notice as your stories had holes in them. You even missed an interview or two, blaming it on the lack of resources thanks to the latest titan attack. However, your inability to separate personal life from work life was making a dent in the reliability and image of Berg Newspapers. That much you did know. Lucky for you, you are their best reporter, resulting in the company exercising a little more leniency towards you.

As you unpack all your items for the bathroom, you can’t help but to remember where all the items were placed in Levi’s. Your white washcloths on the hidden shelf by the shower, your lavender hand soap next to the cold lever of the faucet, your growing snake plant on the back of the toilet. Even though this was a joint decision, you cried more in the past week than you ever have your entire life. Your eyes maintained a puffy, irritated look, no matter how much makeup you slathered onto them. You hoped that nobody at work noticed.

You find yourself staring at every object for at least two minutes before placing them due to this reason. You silently thank the universe that you were alone as you unpacked. Although your friends had offered their help, you knew the process wasn’t going to be a pretty one. Turns out, you were right.

Later on that evening, as you lay in your cold bed, you realize that you are going to sleep alone, truly alone, for the very first time in two years. It’s an odd feeling, and a scary one at that.

But, like everything else, you know that you will get through this. That each day that passes, the wound heals just a little more. You learn how to handle the pain better. You cry a little less. Of course, there are days where the healing feels like it’s stopped entirely. But that’s okay. Healing and progression isn’t a straight line. It’s a winding path. As long as you don’t look back, and keep moving forward, that’s all that matters.

This isn’t your first breakup, but you hope that it will be the last.

That night, you fall asleep with only a few tears streaming down your face.

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wannab-urs · 8 months

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Congrats on 1.5k! So deserved!! 🖤

To celebrate, I'd love a drabble. Any Pedro boy will do!

Keep rocking & being awesome, gorgeous! 🖤😘

Thank you so so so much <3 I hope you like this ahhhh

Save a Horse... Or Whatever

Pairing: Jack "Agent Whiskey" Daniels x Reader

Summary: Whiskey got hurt on a mission and he comes into your lab to get patched up.

Warnings: Jack Daniels being allowed to speak, medical shit that is completely bullshitted, one mention of blood, some talk of like digging around in a wound, etc, Whiskey calls you Soda pop and Sugar. Technically you're Agent Soda. Brief descriptions of oral m!receiving. No use of y/n, reader isn't gendered (I don't think?) WC: 900

A/N: I kind of think I'll turn this into a full one shot at some point? This is unbeta'd sorry!

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You really did not expect to end up with Agent Whiskey’s cock in your mouth today. Maybe you’d thought about it before, maybe hoped the opportunity would present itself at some point, but certainly not today.

–-

He left your field office this morning for what was supposed to be a simple mission. Go in, shoot the fuckers, take the briefcase, call in the clean up crew. Simple, easy, something he’d done a hundred times. But somehow it got fucked up six ways from Sunday and he ended up limping his sorry ass into your lab, carrying the brief case but also dragging his left leg.

“Howdy, Soda Pop. Reckon you could fix up my leg?” He flashes you his trademark sideways smile and a wink, before his face crumples and his legs nearly give out from under him.

“Fuck, Whiskey! What in the hell happened to you?” You run over to help him, grabbing his thick arm and heaving him onto your examination table.

“Let’s just say I did not receive a Kentucky welcome.”

“Clearly. Can you take your jeans off, or am I gonna have to cut you out?” Whiskey smirks at you again and you brace yourself for whatever is about to come out of his mouth.

“Well now, Soda Pop, thought you’d at least take me out to dinner before you tried to get in my pants. Think I can manage to get naked for ya though, sugar.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Whiskey you’re literally bleeding out,” you chastise him as he pulls off his belt. He winces as he shucks his blood stained jeans down his thighs, panting a little with the effort.

You try desperately not to show how much it turns you on. The guy you’ve harbored a bit of a crush on for years stripping down right in front of you… Who could blame you, honestly?

“Fuck! Soda, I’m too weak to whip a gnat. You’re gonna have to pull ‘em the rest of the way.” He collapses back on the table, jeans sitting not even half way down his thighs.

You huff an annoyed breath and roll your eyes. “Shoulda just let me cut them off, idiot.” You pull off his ridiculous designer cowboy boots and yank his jeans the rest of the way down. You head over to your storage cabinet and grab some alcohol wipes, a pair of forceps, and a Beta Gel shot.

Stepping between his parted legs, you clean his wound with the wipes as carefully as you can. His breath hitches in what you assume is pain and he digs his nails into his palms. “Alright, Whiskey, I gotta dig the bullet fragments out now. I can give you a pain shot, but your leg will be numb for the rest of the day. Up to you.”

He props himself up on his elbows and waggles his eyebrows at you. “Don’t need a shot, sugar. I can handle it.”

You raise a very skeptical eyebrow, but grab the forceps anyway. As you start the process of removing metal fragments from his leg, Whiskey sucks in a breath and his head falls back between his shoulder blades. You initially think it’s from pain. “Sure you can handle it, cowboy?”

“Oh yeah, baby doll. I can handle it.” You eye him suspiciously, before trailing your eyes back down to where you’re working on his leg. Something catches your attention though.

“Jack Daniels,” you say sternly. “Are you fucking getting off on this?” His cock is half hard in his boxer briefs.

“And what if I was? Pretty girl, fixin’ me up, touchin’ me all over…” He trails off.

“That why you became an Agent, Whiskey? You got a pain kink?” You resume pulling the pieces of the bullet out of his leg, nearly done now anyway.

“Just ignore it, sugar. It’ll go away,” his voice is raspy, rough as if he’d been yelling and so low you feel it in your gut. You pull the last bit of the bullet out, grab the beta gel shot, and stab it into his thigh.

His cock jumps in his underwear and he falls flat back on the table, letting out a slight whimper.

“And what if I don’t want it to go away, Whiskey?” You don’t move from between his thighs. In fact, you step in closer, trail your hands up the outsides of his thighs and press your thumbs in.

His head perks up at that and he meets your eyes, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Well then, Soda pop… How’d you like to ride home on a real cowboy?”

“That’s a terrible line, Whiskey. I really hope you don’t use that often.”

“Only once or twice, sugar.” You roll your eyes, but hook your fingers into the waistband of his briefs anyway. You pull them down and his cock springs out, hitting his belly with a thwack. “Jesus, Jack, how do you walk around with that thing?”

“Bowlegged,” he deadpans. You snort a laugh and take him in your hand, wrapping your fingers around his obscene girth. You dip your head and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip and sliding down as far as you can in one smooth motion.

–-

And that is how you ended up with Whiskey’s cock in your mouth today. Next time you’re aiming to end up in his bed.

#gins1500sleepover #Jack Daniels #Jack Daniels fics #Jack Daniels fanfiction #Jack Daniels x reader #Jack Daniels x you #Agent Whiskey #Agent Whiskey fics #Agent Whiskey fanfiction #Agent Whiskey x reader #Agent Whiskey x you #Kingsman #Kingsman: The Golden Circle #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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mydearesthrry · 2 years

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blurb #1 — and then some universe

this little beauty came to mind at 6:30 in the morning so i hope u enjoy this tiny thing <3 …let me know if you want a full version ??

Y/n Y/l/n Answers the Web’s Most Searched Questions

“Right, last one. When do…” Y/n’s hair lays beautifully atop her head, hands pristine with her nails flawlessly scratching upon the board with a new gel set— courtesy of Gemma Styles, of course. “Y/n Y/l/n and Harry Styles get time alone?”

She snorts, quickly covering the bottom half of her face with her hand in short embarrassment. Her cheeks immediately pull into a sweet smile, an answer already bubbling in her mind.

“We don’t. It depends on what kind of… alone time you mean. ‘Cause…” She pauses, kissing her teeth, trying to find a way to answer this in a somewhat professional manner. “Alone alone time, we try to squeeze some in, whenever we can.” Y/n sends a knowing glance to the camera as well as a flirty wink, eyes flickering to the back area of it, knowing her boyfriend was in close proximity enough to hear what she said.

“However, alone time, we get whenever we check into a hotel. But as of right now, our alone alone time has been happening quite frequently due to days long pauses in between shows.” She giggles, in slight disbelief that she’s airing out some details of her and Harry’s sex life to the general public. She knew she was probably gonna get in trouble for this answer.

By her pr manager and Harry.

But did she care?

No, not really.

“Okay! Last and final board!” She’s handed a new board, nails tapping against it as she repositions herself on the chair. She rips off the tiny strip of paper before reading it. “Y/n Y/l/n,” She glances at the rest of the sentence before looking at the camera again in shock. “Hickies.”

Harry lets out a loud laugh at this, quickly being shushed by Jeff.

“Well, a couple of weeks ago, I was papped with a tanktop on, neck on full display. But in my defense, I was walking to my car so I deemed it safe enough to walk out vulnerable! I didn’t think anyone was gonna see his fuckin’ vampire bites!” She snickers, the entirety of the crew letting out hearty chuckles.

“Oi, y’hear these, Styles? Everyone’s obsessed with our sex life!” She smiles prettily, before soon after finishing the board and throwing it toward Harry who’s since moved closer and now stood a few feet to the right of the camera.

“Right, well I hope you nosy fuckers enjoyed this, be sure to watch my new film, Sweetener, in theatres everywhere right now! You can also catch me on the US leg of my friend Harry’s tour, Love On Tour! And if you liked this, like and subscribe to WIRED so I can come back and answer some more of your extremely inclusive questions! Bye!” She blows a kiss before the video turns black, leaving her boyfriend, and the rest of the internet, in a collective emotion of shock.

******

this was actually too fun to write even if shes a tiny one. i loved this sm maybe ill do a full one if yall like it enough :)

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles social #harry styles smau #harry styles x y/n #famous!reader x harry styles #n then some universe 💐

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madhattervanessa · 8 months

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Kinktober 2023 - #3

Kink: Shower Sex

Words: 845

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x f!Reader

A/N: This got a lot more fluffy and domestic than kinky but I kind of love that for Miguel, tbh.

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The sound of the door opening makes your ears perk up. Heavy footfalls in your hallway and the familiar, low spanish grumbles of your boyfriend immediately make you smile.

That is, until he dares to take his first step into the kitchen.

“Miguel.”

His footsteps stop immediately and you look up from your laptop to give him a warning look.

“I just cleaned the apartment.”

“Amor-”

“No. No dirt on my floors.”

He lets his head fall back, before lifting it to fix you again. He peels the layers of his suit back. He keeps looking at you as he strips down his underwear, as well. It makes you bite your lip, your cheeks already feeling warm at the intense stare he is giving you.

“Can I come in, now?”

“You’re still dirty, Miguel.”

He has no shame, staring you down like this over the edge of your laptop, naked as the day he was born.

It doesn’t take long, though, until he trudges towards the bathroom with a hissed “fine”. You take a big gulp from your water bottle and when you look up, Miguel is leaning against the doorframe of the shower.

“What?”

“Aren’t you going to join me?”

“I still have some work to do-”

“You’ve been working all day, too. Come on.”

You sigh, glancing back at the endless array of spreadsheets and emails, dozens of tabs open on your poor, overheating laptop.

“I’ll wash your hair, cariño.”

You grin at him and quickly start closing any more open files.

“Say less- is the water warm, already?”

He tilts his head and quirks an eyebrow at you.

You snap the laptop closed and quickly shuffle over towards him.

He retreats back into the bathroom and stretches out an arm to check the water again as you strip your clothes off.

When you look up again, he is already inside and you watch as the grime and sweat of the day flows off of him.

He peeks at you with one eye before reaching for your arm. You playfully smack at his wrist but don’t resist his pull, letting yourself be tugged to lean against him.

The warm water rains down on the two of you and you start humming as you grab the shower gel behind Miguel to start sudsing him up.

He is wearing that scowl, despite you washing the day off of him so you lean up to plant a kiss to his chin.

“Long day?”

He just grunts and tugs you closer to actually kiss you. His hands slowly descend to give your ass and your hips a squeeze, making you sigh into his mouth as he opens it with his lips.

There’s the faintest hint of his fangs as you keep kissing and you can’t help but let your sudsy hand wander further down, teasing over his thick thighs.

His hips immediately buck forwards and you giggle into his mouth as he nips at your lip.

You get the message, though, and trail further over his prominent adonis belt, continuing to kiss him as you wrap a hand around his already twitching cock.

“Fuck-”

He lets his head fall back against the shower tiles, exposing himself fully to your touch as you work him over in an easy rhythm. You trail your other hand up over his chest - you can't quite resist biting and mouthing at him as you do.

He's already falling apart, goosebumps starting to litter his thighs as he pants. The water barely drowns out his sounds. When you let your nails press into the skin of his chest, however, the moan he lets out reverberates in the small bathroom.

"You're so worked up, baby- were you thinking about me on your way home?"

"Amor- please-"

You grin and lick up a path from his neck to his jaw. You grab his jaw to tilt his head - with his lips in reach, you can finally kiss him again.

It's half kissing and half moaning into your mouth as you keep jerking him off.

As he licks into your mouth, you gently nip at his tongue- he groans, deep and rumbly. You gasp into his mouth when he grabs your hips and pulls you closer, pressing you against him as he starts rocking his hips into your touch.

His head falls back against the tiles again, mouth agape as his whole body shudders. You press your forehead against his chest and watch as he spills himself into your hand.

It washes away quickly but Miguel is still leaning against the wall, panting. So you reach for the shampoo behind him and reach up to start washing his hair, too.

He grumbles under his breath but leans forward, making your job easier as you start humming, gently massaging his head as you wash his hair.

When he finally opens one of his eyes to peek at you, you're already rinsing the shampoo out.

His hands gently rub up and down your back and he leans down for a soft kiss.

"My turn to treat you, amor."

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x f!reader

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BEST GEL MANICURE LAS VEGAS

We are Perfect Nails salon, and like the name suggests, we specialize in manicures and pedicures. One our most popular nail procedures is the gel manicure. Now what happens in a gel manicure, you may ask? Well its very simple, allow me to explain. First of all we clean your nails and file them into the desired shape. Then we apply the gelish foundation that will even out the surface of the nails and will allow us to have a good base for our gelish polish. When the foundation has dried, we apply the gelish polish onto the nails that have the foundation on them, in our gel pedicure. In order for the best results for this gel pedicure, we apply 3-4 layers of the polish and giving time for the layers to dry in between. And then finally the top layer to seal off the gel polish. And that’s, more or less, it. This is one of our most sought after procedures and we have hundreds of clients coming in every month for this gel manicure. And we have satisfied each and every one of them, that is why they keep coming back for more. Perfect Nail Salon offers a complete nail care menu with a variety of manicures, pedicures, gels and acrylics. You'll find a bright and friendly space with professional staff who have years of experience and equipped with all the necessary techniques and a great range of OPI colors.

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reilikeslifting · 5 months

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new year’s eve haul!!!!

everything is pictured today! not doing prices bc i’m not at home w my laptop and it’ll take forever

b4th and b0dy w0rks:

pure wonder body spray

pure wonder shower gel

pure wonder soap bar

pure wonder body lotion

pure wonder body scrub

v!ctorias s3cret:

bombshell victor!as s3cret perfume

m4cys backstage:

2 beauty blenders

2 in 1 primer and mascara duo

heart powder puff (this is actually not pictured)

lipstick palette (SO pigmented it’s crazy)

highlighting balm

lip liner

essie gel nail polish

cv$:

2 gel nail polishes

nair wax strips

shampoo and conditioner

hair curl revival spray

lip liner

elf halo glow foundation

THATS ALL ILY BYE HAPPY NEW YEARS IM OFF TO A PARTYYY

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apolloanddaphnis · 1 year

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A Week in New York

Act I Scene III

Disclaimer: Gay sexual activities.

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After that first kiss we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

He wanted to walk through central park with me, but Timothée said the paparazzi and fans are much more persistent than the ones in Los Angeles. It's a foreign concept to me, growing up in L.A., you're friends with at least one person with a connection, they're just people.

He took me to his midtown apartment, it was exactly how I imagined it. Very stylish and a lot of black. I barely had time to look more for he had me against his wall next to a Pollock. The rest of the day went like that.

We forgot about lunch and food, just dining on the taste of his tongue and neck, teeth, and hair. It was eleven at night when we came up for air, and with a large intake of breath and a scratchy voice he declared himself famished, and ordered Chinese.

It was four in the morning when he reluctantly gave into my pleading to return to the west village to my cousins. I had texted Gianni, he knows of my whereabouts and with whom.

When I walked through the door from the uber that Timothée had gotten me, I rested my back against the door looking around my cousin's empty apartment wondering why the hell I left the warm lap of the actor.

I stripped down to nothing and headed into the shower that cost more than my rent back home, showering the day off of me in melancholy, washing away Timothée's greedy kisses and hungry grips.

The suds of my rose jam shower gel may have washed away his scent, the nail bites from my waist may have faded, but I couldn't wash away the memory of his touch, his mouth, his sounds and sighs…

My hand slowly moved down my smooth chest, taking its time down my belly, heading south to the naked skin of my groin. My fingers were too small to emulate his, but as I stroked my hardness, I imagined him anyway.

After a rather steamy shower, I cried. I'm so stupid, but I can't help it.

I gulped away the salty tears I swallowed. I just met him, we had a fairytale day for sure but to cry over the guy because I had to go was…stupid.

And then there was the doorbell.

What the hell?

What kind of psycho rings someone's doorbell at five thirty in the morning?

Apparently I have no self preservation skills at all, because I got up heading over to answer it. Well not right away.

I stood on my toes to look through the peephole, and gasped when I saw Timothée. He looked around nervously, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

I opened the door and he took in the sight of me in my yellow towel, noting how it didn't completely close around my thighs.

Nothing was said, he was just panting like he ran a marathon, his hands resting on the walls of the entryway as his thick eyebrows furrowed, his greenish Hazel eyes darkening as he stared at me.

He stormed forward and ripped the towel from my body as if it offended him somehow.

I squeaked as he grabbed my backside aggressively as he kissed me like his intention was to steal away my last breath. His tongue licked every cavern of my mouth, his thick hardness was only hidden by his sweats, stroked against my naked, dripping, hard cock.

He nipped my lip and sucked down my cheek, bit down my neck, licked down to my chest as she backed me up to Gianni's Philo sectional. We collapsed, with him on top of me and as he devoured my neck I helped rip off his clothes, eager to feel his soft skin against mine.

I felt brainless as his tongue and teeth worked on the sweet spot of my neck. I was completely distracted when he took his index and middle finger, and pushed them past my lips. Immediately, I wrapped my tongue around his ring adorn fingers, my eyes rolled back as I sucked them like I would to that huge cock of his. I felt a light tape against my cheek, my eyes focused up at his beautiful face, his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, his heavily hooded eyes. I felt our cocks twitch together, his overpowering mine. I tried to look down to see it but he tapped my cheek again. "Keep going." His voice was scratchy with ragged breathing. "Don't stop until I say stop. Nod if you understand."

I nodded, bobbing his fingers in my mouth. He brushed back my hair and slowly thrust his fingers deeper.

I felt him push his sweats down completely, I felt a thick, rock hard, nude piece of flesh slap against my stiffness and whined around his fingers. He smirked. "Look at you, such a good little boy. No hesitation, just sucked on those fingers so fast."

I felt him push them down my throat, I gagged a bit but kept going. His mouth parted letting a gasp of his own escape as his eyebrows furrowed.

He grinded his cock more against mine, I felt drippings onto mine, shocked that his head was already weeping. "I can't wait to see those fucking blow pop lips wrapped around my cock, would you like that honey? Have you thought about it like I have? Fantasized about the smell of my skin, creating a sea of saliva at my feet as I fuck that gorgeous face of yours?" His voice was breathy and the tone became deeper. He rubbed against me faster, oh God I was going to cum if he kept this all up.

My saliva soaked and dripped down his fingers and hands and abruptly, he withdrew his fingers from my mouth. I let out a loud gasp and coughed a bit. He grabbed my face, smashing his lips against mine.

As he sat back and pulled into his lap, he slapped my ass with a very wet hand before gripping the flesh painfully, oh it was so delicious. My thighs were shaking, my voice was quivering as he stabbed his tongue into my mouth. He pulled his mouth back with a loud smacking noise and a dirty, elongated mmm, before pushing me onto my back.

He hovered above just as naked as I am now, and I had the privilege of taking in his Apollonian physique. He's long, lean, with sinewy muscle, a perfect runner's build. Flawless creamy skin with freckles here and there, a thin fuzzy trail that guided me right down to the longest cock I have ever seen, with a nice, big sack supporting it. Saliva pooled in my mouth again.

He gripped my jaw. My damp curls only blocked my teary vision a little. With his grip, his ring held thumb gently stroked my soft jaw, his eyelashes brushed against his cheekbones. "Open." His thumb caressed my bruised bottom lip as he said the magic words, and I did, I parted my lips wide. Hungry for absolutely anything he was ready to give me.

His mouth hovered over mine, I watched his cheeks move as he gathered enough saliva to spit into my mouth. The string of spittle took some time to stretch down to my mouth, but when I tasted his wet spit in my mouth, I swallowed it so fast.

He groaned and humped against me. "You're starving for anything I got to give you aren't you? Absolutely greedy for me." He mused as he gently grabbed my little length. I bucked my hips with a pathetic whine. "So perfect, the perfect body. More beautiful than any man or woman, so sweet for me." He moaned as he stroked me, and I whimpered as I bucked my hips. "Look at you, all needy for me, humping into my hand my little baby." When he took his hand away I cried out.

But then he opened my legs, spreading the plump cheeks of my ass. I wiggled and he slapped my left cheek causing me to squeak. "Patience baby, be good for daddy okay?" It was a tender sort of sternness he spoke with.

I nodded and forced myself to relax. When he licked the skin between my pouch and rectum, I let out a choked cry and gripped the pillows on the sectional. Then his tongue lapped down to my hole and I felt myself pulse. I gasped and tugged on his curls.

He swirled his tongue around my rosebud, it was so hard to not squirm it felt so good it felt like nothing else I have ever experienced. Then he had the audacity to suck on my puckered hole, my cock twitched and I writhed beneath these physical attentions as he penetrated his tongue through I gasped. "G-g-gonna c-please- daddy!"

It slipped, I didn't mean to say the word but it just happened, and I thought I messed up when he removed his tongue from me. But he looked up at me with a wet chin and dark eyes as he pressed one wet finger inside of my entrance. I let out a sob as he wiggled it in deep, and then slipped in the second. Moving them in scissoring motions, knuckle deep and hitting my p-spot over and over. My eyes rolled back and my tongue rolled out. I couldn't think it was like my brain activity was just not there, he pounded his long, ring wearing fingers knuckle deep inside of me. I was sure my screams weren't even in English.

He pounded so hard my body moved and I was cumming hard it went everywhere.

My bones feel so heavy, I felt heavy. I couldn't stop panting and Timothée slowly, with a lewd wet noise pulled out those long fingers sucking them before licking up my essence from my skin. If he didn't stop I'd be overstimulated.

His soft lips kissed up my body to my lips as he pulled me into his arms against his body, his big hands moving down to my ass, as I fell against him. He kissed up my neck to my ear before sucking on my lobe. "Ready for something bigger in that mouth?"

#timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #timothée chalamet x oc #timothee fanfic #timothee x reader #timothee x male!reader #faunlet

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