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Genshin headcannons ☆ Traveller finding out that you are in a relationship with genshin characters
Genshin x Fem!Reader
Genre: ☁️
Trigger warnings ⚠️: none!!
featuring: Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Alhaitham
Notes: you are immortal in Neuvillette's part, you are a bad bitch in Wriothesley's part, you are part of the Academia for Alhaitham's part and hella shy
a/n: it was NOT a narrow win, this one won by far...so I hope you enjoy!!
also I might do a part 2 depending on how many people like it....and if you want any characters added just drop me a message 💜⭐️💜⭐️
Neuvillette
The Traveller and Paimon had decided to make an unexpected visit to the Palais Mermonia to see Neuvillette and Furina since they happened to be in Fontaine.
"Hey Sendene!! We are here to see Neuvillette and Furina!!" Paimon shouted out floating happily.
"Hello Traveller, Paimon. You see Neuvillette is currently away but you can make your way over to his office, he shouldn't mind." the Melusine said happily
"Thanks Sendene! See you!!" The Traveller and Paimon opened the doors to Neuvillette's office only to be met with an unfamiliar face.
You were sat down reading a book, with one leg crossed over the other deep in the book that you don't notice the two individuals walk in the room.
"Ummm...Hello there!! Whoever could you be?" your head shoots up to look at the Traveller and Paimon a look of suprise and happiness on your face at the same time.
"Ah! The infamous Traveller and Paimon!! Neuvi has said so much about you! It's so nice to finally meet you." you shoot up and hold the Traveller's hand, shortly moving to patting Paimon.
"You sure are energetic....but you never answered my question!" Paimon shouted putting her hands on her hips.
"Oh dear...that's my bad hehe...I am Y/N, its lovely to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you too Y/N!! So what are you doing in Neuvillette's office? You must be awfully close to give him that nickname" Paimon asks as the Traveller looks a bit confused as to how you had gotten so close to Neuvillette and how they didn't know who you were.
"Well I am Neuvillette's-" just as you were about to explain your presence, Neuvillette and Furina walked through the office doors making you smile warmly.
"Neuvillette!! Furina!! You run up to them giggling.
Furina walked through first, making her the first victim to your hug.
"Ah! Y/N!! It's nice to see you too" Furina smiled softly as she hugged you back.
"She's close to Furina too?! Just who is she?!!!" Paimon shouted feeling in the dark as the Traveller already had their suspicions...
"Oh how did you not know? She is Neuvillette's..." Just as Furina wanted to reply to Paimon's exclamation you squealing turned all their head in your direction.
"Neuvi~ I missed you..."
"Hello, my dearest. I too missed you an immense amount." Neuvillette said warmly making Paimon and the Traveller shocked at the love in his eyes and Furina unfazed by it.
You went on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around Neuvillette's neck hugging him before placing a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away and handing him a cake box.
"I took a break from work to bring you a cake but now I'm gonna go...have a nice day at work and I'll see you at home!"
"I cannot wait to see you at home my dear, stay safe."
Neuvillette cups your face and places a kiss on both cheeks as you give him the cake, hug him tightly and pack your things.
"It was lovely to meet you guys!! Maybe we can meet up sometime!! See you Furina!!" you smile and wave to Paimon and The Traveller and Furina as they stare at you dumbfounded as you walk out the doors and Furina smiles and waves back.
"It is good to see you two, how have you been faring?" Neuvillette smiled turning to the Traveller and Paimon.
"UH...ERM....ARE WE GONNA IGNORE THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM??!! WHO IS Y/N TO YOU?!" Paimon screamed as Neuvillette held a neutral face.
"Oh Y/N is my wife. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to put her in danger."
"That makes so much sense...its quite cute actually!! I can't believe THE Chief Justice has a wife!! For how long?" Paimon seemed to be extremely amused as the Traveller sighed at how dense Paimon was.
"400 years"
"SAY WHAT??!?!?"
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Wriothesley
"Erm...can you hear that Traveller?" Paimon sounded uneasy as the Traveller gave her a look of uncertainty at whatever was currently going on in the Duke of Meropide's office.
There was currently shouting going on that was so loud that a few people gather around his office to see if they could get anyone the drama. (that the only entertainment they get down there)
"WELL IF YOU DIDN'T PUT MY CAKE IN THE BIN THEN I WOULDN'T BE HERE TO BE HONEST, WRIOTHESLEY!!"
"UGH Y/N I TOLD YOU, I CAN GET YOU A BETTER ONE!! PLUS YOU ARE SO LOUD THAT I BET EVERYONE IS OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW!!"
"OH REALLY MR DUKE?? I LIKE THAT ONE CAUSE YOU MADE IT!"
"Y/N YOU AND I BOTH KNOW IT TASTED LIKE DIRT! AND STOP SHOUTING!!!"
Outside the office people were mumbling different things.
"Damn her sentence is gonna be for life if it wasn't before...."
"She's a soldier...."
Sigewinne showed up next to the Traveller and Paimon with an fed up look on her face.
"They are at it again...." She sighed and placed a hand on her forehead.
"Sigewinne!! Just what is going on in there?" Paimon asked as the Traveller flinched at another shout.
"You better go see for yourself..." Sigewinne pushed the Traveller and Paimon in the office and they climbed up the stairs to see a random woman and Wriothesley stop arguing to look at them.
Your demeanor changed completely as you turn your body to face them fully and smile.
"Oh hello! You must be the Traveller, and her cute little friend Paimon!" you smile softly as Paimon giggles and the Traveller greets you.
"Don't make Paimon blush!! However, the main issue is why you guys are shouting so much!!" Paimon places her hands on her hips like an angry mother.
Just as you started to calm you started getting heated.
"Traveller, I wouldn't usually be so desperate...but I could really use your help..."
"Hush it, Wrio." Paimon and the Traveller look at each other in shock.
Not only were you rude to THE Duke of Meropide but he also listened to you.
"Well, funny you guys asked....my HUSBAND here made me a lovely, beautiful delightful cake...last night which I enjoyed immensely!"
"Y/N-" Just as Wriothesley wanted to start you gave him a glare that shut him up.
"I REALLY enjoyed the cake, but my husband insisted it tasted like ass....so this morning after he had gone to work and I wanted to eat this cake I wake up to see it in the bin. So I am simply asking my husband to explain himself."
You fold your arms directing your attention back to Wriothesley.
"Wait....wait...wait...YOUR HUSBAND????!?!? WRIOTHESLEY THIS IS NEWS TO ME...." Paimon shouted as both the Traveller and Paimon both put their hands on their hips.
Wriothesley sighed and rubbed his hand over his face.
"Guys....this is Y/N my wife of 3 years."
"Not for much longer is you keep this up."
"Y/N!! I'm sorry okay, I will make another one for you tonight." You immediately perked up and smiled warmly as you gave him a tight hug he returned, before you gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"There we go, it wasnt hard was it! Anyway, I gotta go back to work...see you guys around and see you tonight, Wrio." you waved as you walked downstairs and left.
It was silent for a few minutes as the Paimon and the Traveller stared at Wriothesley in disbelief.
"I didn't want to tell you in these circumstances but-" Wriothesley started
"YOU BAKE??!!" The Traveller and Paimon spoke up in sync.
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Alhaitham
It was a lovely day and The traveller and Paimon were walking through Port Ormos, just as a little relaxation walk.
"Hey Traveller, isn't that Alhaitham? Let's go say hi!" The Traveller nods and they both go and say hi to Alhaitham despite him talking to you.
You turn your head and notice the Traveller and Paimon approach your boyfriend so you tapped him while he was talking so he would turn around.
"Ah, Traveller and Paimon. How are you? What brings you here?" Alhaitham turns around as you shyly stand behind him hoping they don't notice you.
"We are great! Just came here for a walk. What about you."
"I am discussing things with my partner...." Alhaitham glanced back to you suggesting you make an appearance as you only cower behind him, gripping his arm tight.
"Uhhh....I'm assuming that's them behind you in the Akademiya uniform." Paimon says crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow in confusion.
Alhaitham nods before turning around and grabbing your shoulders, steering you infront of him. "Introduce yourself Y/N..."
"H-Hi....I am Y/N...." you don't say much before wrapping your arms around Alhaitham tightly and shoving your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you smiling faintly (not going unnoticed by The Traveller)
"Sorry, she is usually really shy..." Alhaitham deadpanned.
"How on earth can she be your partner?" Paimon asked kind of shocked that he was tolerant enough to work together with you.
"She is actually a very valuable asset. I don't appreciate your language." Alhaitham said it neutrally despite the cold look in his eyes.
Before anyone can say anything tou mumbled out from Alhaitham's chest.
"I wanna go home...." you squeezed him tighter as he did the same.
"Well, we are going home now, she seems a bit overwhelmed so we will catch you another time." Alhaitham says moving away making Paimon and The Traveller feel a bit weirded out at how close they were for partners.
"Hey wait!! I'm sorry I said that....I didn't mean it...are you scared of us?" you looked away from Alhaitham's chest smiling slightly at them but not letting go.
"I'm scared cause you guys are so cool, Alhaitham told me all about you!" you spoke softly before turning away and earning a head pat from Alhaitham.
"Well done for speaking Y/N, dear." Alhaitham said as you looked up at him and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"EWWW! JUST WHAT TYPE OF PARTNERS ARE YOU?!?!" Paimon shouted as you and Alhaitham shared another small kiss before walking away.
"Romantic partners and work partners."
"WHATTTT!!"
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a/n: I'm probs gonna do a pt. 2 just because j wanna write scara too and wanna make sure I haven't written too much...anyways I hope you enjoyed 💜✨️💜✨️💜
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Bounty Hunter/Cowboy!Leon S. Kennedy x outlaw!fem!reader
Warnings: smut, feelings (of regret) (and slight yearning), oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, fucking against metal bars. 16+ because I was you once just don’t be weird
Ummm I wrote this last year in, like, March? I posted and finished it December, though (yikes) with that being said I’m sorry if the writing is…I suppose questionable? Yeah, sure, questionable. On ao3 here if you prefer that site. Not proofread btw.
oh, right, reader’s outlaw name is ‘ranger’ but it’s mentioned once. I was inspired by Leon’s Arthur Morgan mod but you can imagine him in any outfit, all that’s mentioned is that he wears a leather hat (I think). cowboy Leon is the reason I keep on going, thanks.
tumblr is a scary, new place for me. Please be kind😱
The sound of the horse's feet running in the desert sand fills the hollow night. Gunshots and gunpowder making Leon’s nostrils flare, the metallic smoke filling up his lungs uncomfortably.
Close. He’s so fucking close.
You stop your horse and bolt for the abandoned bank you robbed just a month prior and wait . It’s hot and cold, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin as you try to keep your breathing still. The weight of your revolver is the only thing that feels remotely natural, the only thing that reminds you that you have at least some control.
His horse blows and grunts as it comes to a halt, a cloud of sand threatening his vision until he bats it away. The swinging door of the bank creaks along with the wooden floorboards of each step he takes.
You can hear him grow closer, the spurs on his boots jingling—a warning, a taunt. He’s got you, and had it not been from how fucking tired you were, you would’ve kept going.
“There’s not much use in hidin’ anymore,” Leon’s gruff voice breaks the low whistling wind, “Think we both know the only way you’re getting outta here is in cuffs or in a rug dragged across the sand.”
You hold in a scoff, the bandana muffling your steadying breath. Hiding behind the wall, you hear his steps come and go, small curses falling from under his breath and muttering you can’t put together.
After a moment of silence, you muster up the courage to peek around the corner. A mistake.
“Gotcha.” His cowboy hat casts a dark shadow across his face, the dim moonlight barely making the whites of his eyes visible. His own revolver is pointed to your head, the reflecting metal almost blinding — another taunt to your capture.
“Kennedy.” You speak through gritted teeth, sour and bitter as you say his name.
“Ranger.” A humorless chuckle escapes his lips, “Not one day goes by that I don’t get sick of hearin’ that name. Can’t even get a beer without a sad sap waiting to tell their story about encountering you.”
“Good to know I’m on your mind at least. Hadn’t seen you in sometime, thought you died.” You watch as his hand tightens around the grip of his gun, his index finger sliding towards the trigger.
“I’m not gonna die before I catch you, or kill you. One or the other.” He rolls his eyes as he watches you point the gun to his leg, “Put that down before I blow your brains out. The sheriff’ll get mad at me for the mess.”
“I think he’d be happier if you killed me, really.”
“Maybe, but I think they’d rather kill you themselves, and slower.” A sigh leaves you as you drop your revolver to the floor, not bothering to put your hands up because, well, there’s no use for it. “Back up. Don’t need you gettin’ any ideas. Get in the vault.”
The vault? He doesn’t give you time to protest, taking a step forward so his gun grazes your forehead, “Fuck, alright, I get it .”
You back into the vault, the metal bars making it your makeshift jail. He closes the door shut, watching you through the spaces between the bars and giving you an annoying smug smirk, “Look at that . Behind bars is a natural look on you. Can’t believe it’s taken this long.”
Leon takes a walk around, finding the key and locking the ‘jail’. Convenient. “Y’wanna start by telling me why you’ve been doing this? They’re gonna get it outta you anyway, best to let it out now. A pretty face ain’t gonna getcha freedom.”
“Pretty?” You muse.
“Shut up.” He scoffs.
“I don’t think my reason would really make a difference.”
His eyebrows furrow, “Maybe not, but every outlaw has some kind of story to tell.”
You slump against the back wall of the vault, letting out a small groan as your hand runs down your face. If you’re going to get locked up and eventually hung, you guess it wouldn’t hurt for at least one person to know the truth. He’s not…the best person but out of everyone else, maybe he is. “My family. Dead broke. Needed the money.”
He stares at you for a moment before laughing, gripping one of the metal bars as he snickers, “you really expect me to believe that? If I wouldn’t let a bastard cheat me in poker, I’m not gonna have you cheat me now.”
“‘M not cheating you for anything, I gotta family at home. Mouths to feed, debts to pay, shit to do.”
“That’s a real shitty thing, lying about your family like that.” He grumbles, looking at you like ‘lying’ was worse than all the money you’ve stolen. The lives you threatened.
This man’s priorities seriously needed to be straightened out. You pull down your bandana and toss it to the side as you get comfortable on the floor, the bank door’s small creaks making the night all the more eerie.
When you look up, he’s still staring at you. His lips are curled into a slight snarl and, had it not been for the bars, he might’ve lunged at you.
Leon’s wondering what your game is, he knows what you do when you lie—how you look away from him and take a step back and your lip always twitches without fail—you’re not doing any of that. “Even if you did do it to keep your family afloat, what about the rest of the people you wronged?”
“What, the rich? They don’t give a damn about us, why should I give a damn about them?”
“I’m talkin’ about the public robberies. Like the train robbery down in Georgetown, or the bank in Laredo, those were all big jobs, you tellin’ me those were victimless crimes? Bullshit. There’s oughta be a casualty.”
“If there was a casualty, it wasn’t from me. I’ve never fired a gun at an innocent.”
He scorns, “but you’ll fire a gun at the people tryna protect the innocents.”
“None of them are dead, are they? They’re at home with their families not needing to worry about eatin’.”
He feels conflicted, because fuck if you’re telling the truth then he feels like an asshole all those times he’s almost killed you. A family. You have children, a husband, maybe, unless he’s dead—is that why you’re doing this?—And he’s fought with you more than he can remember. He sniffles, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb and shaking his head, “how old are your kids?”
It was your turn to chuckle, “i don’t have kids. Well, sort of, if you include takin’ care of my siblings.”
Guess he got it wrong. He doesn’t know if he feels better or worse, his stomach churns at the thought of your younger siblings waiting for you to come home just to never return. Never to know if you died or ran away. No, he’s sure they’d figure out you died, if you were doing this for them, why would you leave them? God he needs a drink. “You don’t gotta momma or daddy or what?”
“My momma’s sick. Daddy’s gone.” You shrug as if it’s nothing, maybe it is nothing to you but it’s everything to him. He hates that he’s so easily swayed. You being fine with this should tell him this is a lie but—
But what? He doesn’t know. You’re a criminal that has added unnecessary stress to the public, even have other outlaws mad at you for taking their money. It’s simple as to what he needs to do.
“Doesn’t matter, I’m sure after your first three robberies you woulda had enough money to feed a church for the next 5 years. Didn’t need all of that, that’s just fucking greed.”
“I don’t keep all of it. I give it to people like me. Too many families have lost their kids just because they couldn’t feed ‘em for a week. Bet they don’t tell you that, though, do they?”
He knows better. He knows that he knows better. This is a lie, he’s the law, he needs to uphold the law, no exceptions. No hesitation. “So, what? You’re a modern day Robin Hood?”
“If I say yes will you shut the fuck up?”
“If you tell me the truth I will.”
“Mother fucker— I am. You have a gun, have me in a fucking vault, I’m unarmed say for my knife, but I’ll give it to you if it’ll shut you up. what do I have to gain from this shit? You’ve caught up people for way less, I don’t have shit up my sleeve to leave.”
A moment passes, and suddenly? He hates himself.
“God damnit.” He curses under his breath, turning his body away as he groans. He can still hear the horses outside, can hear the wind chiming, playing a small song. You keep quiet, watching him pace back and forth once before pinching the bridge of his nose. “‘M gonna fuckin’ regret this.” He mumbled to himself, putting in the key and swinging the metal door open.
He shifts to the side, motioning with his head, “Go. Get. Leave.”
“What’re you doing, Kennedy?”
His lips press into a fine line as he exhales through his nose, “What kinda man would I be if I took you away from them when I had the chance to save you?” He sighs, “They need you. God knows no one else will give a damn.”
You hesitate, you don’t know why—you should’ve ran as soon as the key went in the damn hole. You grab your bandana you threw off earlier, wrapping it around your neck with a curt nod. “Thank you.”
He doesn’t meet your gaze, a small frown on his face before he speaks, “yeah, yeah, just turn your ass around before I find a reason to lock you up again.”
You tip your hat to him, walking out of the vault. Your spurs are the one to jingle this time.
“ ‘sides, I always did like the back of you.”
You planned to keep going. You really fucking did.
When you turned around, your bodies were only two feet away. You swore you walked further from him but honestly, you couldn’t tell anymore. “Those are dangerous words you’re playing with.”
His back straightens and he peers down at you, “Are they?”
“You’re a confusing man, Kennedy.”
“I don’t remember telling you I was simple.”
You tut, “Haven’t you made enough mistakes already?”
He has, he knows it. The first damn mistake he’s made was making it a point to try and capture you. A year and 4 months he’s spent on this–on you. But, really, what bad would one last mistake do? He’s already made so many, it’ll just be another bullet to his chamber. He takes a step closer, chests nearly touching as his hands twitch to grab you, feel you without the mission of needing to hurt you and take you in. “I’d say not enough.”
All those times during his chase he could’ve gotten close, on top of you, felt your breath against his as you cornered one another. He hasn't, and he’s tired of letting it sit at bay. Learning a new side of you made him crazy. Crazier.
God is he an idiot.
Your breaths fill the tense atmosphere as he takes another small step closer, was it always so hot in here?
“We shouldn’t.”
“Who says?”
“ Everyone .” You stay like this for what seems like an eternity until Leon pulls you in by the back of your neck, his free hand moving to your waist as his lips crush against yours in a hasty kiss. He groans against your mouth and your fist coils the fabric of his shirt. Your hats tipped one another’s off and fell to the floor.
After a few seconds, he is the one to pull away from you. Your eyebrows furrow as you look at him in confusion, he looks at you like it was the answer. He clears his throat and takes a step back, wiping away your kiss and he looks away, trying to deny himself of what he wants.
Who he wants so, so badly.
He struggles to speak, to move, to think. He watches you and you watch him, both of your breaths at a skewed pace.
“Make a mistake with me.” He whispers, he looks different. You can finally see his face, moonlight highlighting his sharp features. Never noticed how handsomely-pretty he was before.
God, fuck it.
You step forward this time, pulling him in by the collar of his button up and pressing your lips against his. He licks the seam of your lips and you part them, teeth clacking and tongues entwining as he grabs the wide of your hips and pushes you against the metal bars. Ouch.
He pulls away from you with a sigh, looking offended at the fact that he even had to leave the plush of your lips. His hand leaves you to unbuckle your belt with fervor and slip his hand inside your pants and panties.
His fingers slip between your wet folds and he dips his head down to kiss your neck. Small moans escape you as he slowly rubs your clit, feeling your wet slick coat his fingers. “All those pretty sounds for me? I think I’m flattered.”
You groan, “of course you’re a bitch even when doing this.”
“I take my words back, then.” He rolls his eyes and opts to bite down on your shoulder, your nails dig into his back through the fabric of his shirt and he shudders when you bite him back. “fuck, ‘s not enough. Gotta taste you.”
He drops to his knees and fumbles with your belt until it’s off and shoves your pants down, his breath stuttering when he sees the soaked fabric. He drags them off you and pulls one of your legs over his shoulder. You hold onto the bars for balance, “Jesus Christ, wait . Almost made me fucking fall—“
You’re cut off when he spreads your lips and licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit. You moan, fingers grabbing a fistful of his hair and his eyes fluttered shut. He sighs at the taste of you, “fuckin’ delicious, can’t believe I didn’t do this shit sooner.” His voice, almost a groan, wavered before pushing his face back between your legs.
His tongue lapped at your entrance and his nose bumped up against your swollen clit. His fingers dimple the fat of your thigh and his cock twitches the louder your sounds get. He curled his tongue and pressed it deeper, despite the proximity, he needed to get closer somehow.
Trying to close your legs doesn’t work, smushing your thighs against his face only adds fuel to the fire.
You nearly sob when he pushed a finger inside your cunt, thrusting against your g-spot with a quick, steady rhythm. “ Leon , shit, shit , don’t you fucking stop. “ He slips in another finger, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes and a shit eating grin.
First time you’ve said his name, not kennedy or bastard or asshole – his name . And fuck, does it sound pretty coming out of you like that, how that alone makes his cock strain against his zipper.
Filthy squelches and moans flood the empty bank while Leon eats your pussy like a starved man. His own moans escaping as you buck your hips against his face. You pull on his hair roughly and you swear you hear him whine
“Gotta get you nice ‘n wet f’me,” He muttered against your pussy and his eyes fluttered as he tried to keep open to watch you. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard — a cry of his name and you’re so fucking close to coming on his face, panting and feeling uncomfortably hot.
“Too much—“ you gasp, “Oh shit, fuck, it’s too much.” You choke, uneven moans escaping you as you finally come. You expect him to pull away but he doesn’t falter. “Mnh, wait, fuck, get off, get off . ” You beg breathlessly.
Leon groaned again and pressed closer, “need it, give it to me, honey. Gonna make you feel good, just don’t make me fucking stop.” He pleaded, feeling dizzy as he got high off your taste. You attempt to push his head and mouth away but your attempts are in vain.
You let out yet another choked sob when he forces another orgasm out of you, reluctantly, he pulled away, licking his lips clean and wiping the rest with the back of his hand. His free hand rubbed your thigh to try and soothe you, asshole turned caring in a matter of seconds. “Sorry.” He murmurs, “couldn’t help myself.”
Your breaths are uneven pants as you look down at him on his knees still. “ Fuck me , Kennedy apologizing? I’m speechless.”
“Oh, we’re back to Kennedy?”
He gets off his knees while yours quiver, “It was a mistake. A fluke.”
A smirk plays on his lips, “yeah, sure. We’ll see.” He turns you around and wraps his arm around your hips and pulls them against his own, pushing you forward slightly so you’re bent over, “grab the bars.” And you do.
You can feel the outline of his cock press against you, “so fucking ready, didn’t waste a goddamn second—y’sure that was a fluke? Getting my pants all dirty, honey.” You feel embarrassed, but not for long when you hear his belt buckle clink and the sound of fabric rustling – heart racing and pussy throbbing as to what’s happening. You turn your head and see him spit and runs his hand over his cock to get it wet. He smirks when he catches you, you shake your head and look forward again. “Gotta be sweet to me or I’ll make you work for it.”
“God, kennedy–” You gasp when he slides the head between your folds and nudges it at your entrance.
“Leon.” he corrects, pushing the tip inside you, “C’mon baby, I know you can say it.” he grabs your hips to keep you from pushing back onto him. Fucker .
“ Leon.”
“Atta girl.”
He snaps his hips into you, body shuddering and your mouth opens with a sharp gasp and choked back moan. His grip on your hips tighten when he pulls out and pushes back inside to the hilt. His breathing is nothing but grunts, groans, and pants, you’re not much different – if anything else, you’re worse. “Can’t– fuck –handle it? Can rob every fucking bank but you can’t take some dick.”The way he fucks you is merciless, he wants you to feel good but also wants to punish you for everything you’ve done. Everything you’ve done to him.
He dips his hand lower to smack your ass, “Answer me. Had a lot to say just minutes ago.”
“Sh-shit, I can take it,” you shudder, “I can take it–” Your skin is wet with sweat and it gets harder to hold onto the bars, each thrust making you lose a bit more of yourself. Fuck him and fuck this but holy shit do you suddenly not regret everything you’ve ever done.
You’re mewling beneath him, happily and prettily so. “Pussy’s so tight, just needed a good dicking down.” he moans, “That all it took to get you to – fuck that’s good – listen?” he moves one of his hands from your hip to your clit, stimulating it as he fucks you a little harder, “Say my name, God, I need it.” he groans.
“Leon, Leon, Leon– ” You moan loudly, you don’t know when the sheriff is coming, but if he’s close you’re sure he can hear you easily. Your vision blurs when he touches you and your legs tremble with each spot his cock hits.
“Don’t worry, I’ve gotcha, not lettin’ you go.” Leon’s an idiot, but if his mistakes will make him feel this good again, he’ll keep making them. His composure starts to dwindle when sweat beads his forehead and you start squeezing him like a vice. Made for him, he thinks. “ Take it , fuck yourself onto me honey, atta girl.” his breath stutters.
Who are you to deny him – you do as you’re told and he moans. His hand goes up to your neck and pulls your back against his chest. Within seconds, you come around him with his name on your tongue and a scream. He bites down on your shoulder with a desperate groan before he pulls out and streams of hot come hit your ass.
He holds onto you like you’re his life line, like he’ll fall if he lets you go (he will). You two stay like that for a good 20 seconds before he lets go of you and takes a couple of steps back. He turns away from you and you can hear him zip up his pants and belt clunk when he fixes himself. You do the same, a little slower, both out of lack of energy and embarrassment.
Leon also feels embarrassed. This is the part where he’d usually get whoever he was sleeping with a glass of water, a quick bath, and ask if they’d rather go home tonight or he takes them home tomorrow. He can’t do either of that, and he’s supposed to hate you and definitely not fuck you or let you go.
He swallows, “You need to get going. He’ll be here soon and he won’t hesitate to shoot if he sees you run.”
“Right.” you whisper, taking a deep breath to steady yourself as you bend down to pick up your hat. You’re both in a daze, he looks at you, all guilty and nervous. His hair is wet with sweat and his cheeks are flushed, had it been anyone else you would’ve pushed his hair back to get a better look at him. But he’s not anyone else, and this was all a mistake . “Gonna stop coming after me now?”
A weak smile tugs his lips, “In both ways, no. Can’t promise anything.”
You fight back a laugh but return his smile, turning away so he can’t see it. He picks up his hat next and watches as you walk away from him to the front of the bank. Like a lost puppy, he follows. “Need help getting up?” he motions to your horse.
“I’ll be fine, Kennedy. You need to worry about yourself rather than me.”
“Like I said, can’t promise anything.”
You hop on your horse, ready to put all that you did with him in a box and stuffed away.
“Stay safe. Be seeing you.” he whispers.
You don’t trust yourself to speak so you nod, not looking back as your horse takes you away.
You’re a good mile out when Leon hears a horse’s footsteps behind him, then heavy human ones. “Where is she?”
“I told you to follow me quick, Chris. She’s gone. Just thought I’d give you the message personally so you didn’t have to wait here alone.”
Chris sighs and looks at Leon with nothing but hate. Ironic. “It’s not hard to do your damn job.”
“Can say the same about you – so, drinks? Need one after today.”
Chris looks Leon up and down, eyebrows furrowed when he does so. “When did you change your hat?”
He blinks, suddenly realizing his is a little tighter.
Miles out, you realize yours is a little looser.
You suppose you two will be seeing another again after all. When you do, you'll finally be ready.
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— just a neighbor 𖤐 huening kai
summary: your neighbor across the hall consoles you after a breakup, and after that you can’t stop fucking him.
pairing: hotneighbor!kai x afab!reader
genre: smut (18+ readers only!)
word count: 2.7k
warnings: making out/nasty kissing, discussing kai’s dick out in the open, throat grabbing, semi public sex, fingering in an elevator, multiple orgasms, biting, nipple play, clitoral stimulation, unprotected sex, use of birth control is mentioned, multiple positions, lots of whining, moaning, reader is wearing a skirt, kai has a big dick, there’s a cumshot and ummm think that’s it??
authors note: here she isssss! the kai smut I’ve been talking about. the beginning is kind of bad in my opinion idk what was going on but I promise the smut is smutting and kai is so hot in this if I do say so myself hanwvahbavbs enjoy bye!!
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ding.
The elevator doors opened up, allowing you to step inside. A man that was probably a few years older than you greeted you and asked what floor you were going up to. You responded with 6, and stood over to the opposite corner as him.
You looked at your phone to pass the time, until the elevator stopped again and the man got off.
The elevator suddenly was going back to the main floor, making you annoyed because that wasn’t where you intended to go. It stopped, allowing the doors to open. Your neighbor across the hall from you stepped inside, standing against the wall across from you. You knew him fairly well, he was there to console you after a breakup with well – his dick. You both have been hooking up ever since.
He looked like he had just came home from work. He was dressed in a button up shirt that accented his muscular chest and broad shoulders almost too well, and some fitted dress pants complete with a belt.
You both made eye contact with each other, and the elevator doors closed.
Suddenly before you could even say anything to him, he shoved you against the wall of the elevator, kissing you roughly.
You grabbed onto his forearm as his hand gripped your jaw, then he began kissing your neck.
“Kai, fuck.” You whined as he surely left marks on your skin. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t come over after work yesterday.” He was so close you could feel his hot breath on your neck. “I got home so late.”
You pouted. “I know, I was so excited.” You moved your hands along his broad chest and shoulders. “On my lunch break I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock.”
Kai clenched his jaw.
“But you know…” you continued. “Since you never came over, I had to satisfy myself on my own.”
“Fuck.” Kai muttered under his breath, kissing you again. “And you didn’t even call me.”
“I didn’t want to bother you.” You looked up at him. “But I’ll have you know, it wasn’t the same.”
“I was alone.” Kai spoke between kissing you, making his way from your lips down to your jaw and your neck. “You know I love the pretty sounds you make.”
You hummed when his lips were against that spot behind your ear.
“Do you have plans tonight?” His teeth scraped your skin as he talked.
You whimpered quietly, placing your hand against his chest as you tried to nudge him away so that you could talk.
“I mean…” you tried to find the words as he was so close to you. “I had plans to grab drinks with my girlfriends.”
Kai exhaled, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip, pulling it down. “I think…” his voice was breathy.
“You have plans with me now.”
You smirked, clearly liking where this was going. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Kai kissed you again. “Call and cancel if you have to.”
He paused, glancing down at you. “That’s a cute skirt by the way.”
“You like it?” One of your hands slid over to his bicep, and you could have whimpered at how firm it felt.
“Yeah, I think it’d look nice on my bedroom floor, don’t you think?” Kai spoke, making you nearly gasp before his lips crashed with yours again.
Kai moaned against your mouth, before snaking one of his hands between your legs. You knew where this was going, hiking up one of your legs onto the metal guard rail that was in the elevator.
One of your hands held onto the rail, while the other held onto him as you tried not to lose your footing.
Kai briefly pulled away from the kiss, but his face was still close to yours as he pulled the fabric of your underwear away from your core. You had no idea you were so wet until you felt how easily he slipped his middle and ring finger inside of you.
“Oh my god, fuck.” Kai swore under his breath, trying to maintain his composure.
In an attempt to be quiet, you quickly covered your mouth; letting go of Kai’s arm to hold yourself up.
Kai quickly pulled your hand away. “Nope. Wanna hear you.”
You grabbed onto his shoulder; practically digging your nails into him.
“Fuck. Feels so good.” You whined, leaning your head against the wall.
“Yeah.” Kai’s voice was breathy, his face probably a mere inch away from yours. “Tell me.”
You let go of his shoulder, and attempted to pull his body closer to yours; wanting to feel him against you. Kai kissed you again, but his rhythm with his fingers never faltered. He slipped a third finger into your core, making you moan into his mouth; giving the perfect opportunity to tongue kiss you.
You felt him change his positioning of his fingers, now trying to hit upwards, finding your sweet spot.
It was only a matter of seconds before he found it, hitting it repeatedly and making you slightly lose your balance.
“Fuck.” You whined as you buried your face into his neck; still holding onto him.
“Yeah, you’re gonna cum.” Kai spoke to you; his voice oddly steady. “But I want you to look at me.”
“I can’t.” Your voice was almost a sob.
He sighed, feeling your walls clenching his fingers. “Yes, you can. Or I’ll stop.”
He couldn’t stop. Not right now when you were so close to your high.
You looked up at him, subtle tears forming. “No, no. Kai, please.”
Kai smirked at you. “Good girl, you look so pretty.”
He pulled his fingers out of you; pressing firm against your clit. He moved his fingertips against it in quick motions, then it was over.
“Fuck!” You cried out, leaning your head against the wall of the elevator; hoping that nobody could possibly hear you. Your walls clenched around nothing as your legs threatened to give out beneath you.
Kai watched your expressions, biting his lip as you started to whine from the overstimulation; he finally pulled his fingers away from you.
You were panting, feeling like you’ve been fucking four hours already.
“You’ve got a long night with me, pretty.” Kai spoke before leaning down to kiss you softly. “I hope you’re not fucked out just yet.”
“No, never.” You answered, starting to adjust your clothing. Kai helped you a few seconds later.
The elevator stopped, making you both look at each other.
“Do I look okay?” You asked him, speaking quietly.
“Yeah, you look normal.” Kai answered. “Walk behind me.”
The doors opened, and there were people. Only a few. The both of you tried not to make eye contact with anyone. You walked down the hall behind Kai to his apartment door, he unlocked it, then let you walk in ahead of him.
Once inside, Kai shut the door.
Suddenly your back was shoved against it, making you whimper. Kai’s mouth was on yours again in a bruising kiss.
“I hope that wasn’t obvious.” Kai spoke between kissing you. “That I’m bringing you here to fuck you all night.”
He started kissing down your jaw, and behind your ear; making you moan. You moved your hands to his hair. “I don’t think so.”
“Sweetheart, no one is that stupid.” Kai chuckled, lightly sucking and nibbling at your skin.
“Agh, fuck.” You whined as he most definitely was leaving marks on you.
“I want you out of these clothes.” He practically growled in your ear.
You could easily say the same thing for him.
“Can we go to your bedroom?” You asked him, feeling Kai’s hand slip up your inner thigh.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to ask.” Kai answered, kissing you on the lips. His use of the pet name made your heart flutter. “Let’s go.”
Once in the bedroom, you kicked off your shoes, and Kai immediately pulled down your skirt after you pulled your shirt over your head. You could tell by the look on his face that he was surprised by the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra.
You sat onto his bed, while Kai was now in front of you. You started unbuttoning his shirt as he brought his hand underneath your chin, swiping your bottom lip with his thumb.
You looked up at him, taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking on it like you would his cock. Kai sucked in a breath, before he had to pull away from you to take his shirt off completely.
“Fuck.” He swore. “Look at me like that and I’ll ruin you.”
“Maybe I want you to.” You got to work undoing his belt. “You bailed on me last night. I could use a good fuck.”
You threw his belt to the ground.
Kai took over, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He lowered them slightly, his large bulge very prominent that you couldn’t take your eyes off of it.
“You sure about that?” He lifted your chin to look up at him, strands his dark hair somewhat in his face. “I think the neighbors may hear you, or you don’t care?”
You’re pretty sure the neighbors knew what was going on between you two, but they pretended not to.
“I don’t know if I care.” You palmed him through his pants, earning a low, throaty groan from him.
“I don’t think you ever did.” Kai kissed you again, his hands roaming your body. One of his hands slipped inside of your underwear, rubbing your clit again and making you yelp due to the sensitivity still.
You were laying on the bed now; Kai hovering over you.
He smirked against your mouth. “So sensitive for me still.”
“Kai, I want you to fuck me.” Your voice was whiny.
“Oh?” Kai challenged. “We don’t say please anymore?”
He pushed his middle and ring finger past your folds, pressing you walls hard this time.
You were whining, squirming underneath him.
He leaned down by your ear. “Or I can just see how many times I can make you cum without fucking you.”
That was not fair. At all.
He angled his hand so that he could rub your clit at the same time. You knew that would send you overboard.
“Be good for me.” Kai muttered, sloppily kissing down your neck and to your chest. “Wanna hear you say it.”
“Fuck…” You let out a whine, your legs already starting to shake as he was finger fucking you now.
You knew how Kai worked. If you didn’t actually say please; he wasn’t going to do anything, and nothing was going to help the ache between your legs like his cock was.
“Not quite there, princess.” Kai spoke, before making his way to your right nipple, swirling his tongue around it, and sucking and biting lightly.
“Fuck, Kai.” You nearly yelped, squirming underneath him. “Please, please, please. Fuck me, do whatever you want to me.”
Kai pulled away, smirking. “There it is.” He pulled your underwear down, with the help of you lifting your hips to completely pull them off.
He got up, pulling off his pants completely and kicking them to the side on the floor. Then he lowered his underwear, making you suck in a breath at the sheer size of him. Something you never seemed to get accustomed to.
Kai kneeled in front of you on your back, his hands holding your thighs apart. “Are you still on–“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence.
“The pill?” You questioned. “Yes.”
“Okay. Fuck.” He swore. “Look how wet you are.” He gripped the base of his cock, gliding the tip through your soaked folds; tapping it against your clit.
“Fuck, Kai put it in.” You whimpered. “I know you’re big, but I can take it.”
“Shhhh.” He hushed you, finally pushing himself into you; but he wasn’t going in all of the way.
“Oh, fuck.” You moaned, grabbing onto his arms. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Fuck.” Kai swore, watching himself bottom out inside of you. “That’s so hot.”
You let out a whine, nodding slightly as you couldn’t completely see what he was looking at.
He was already starting to fuck into you kind of hard; one of his thrusts in particular had pushed you further up on the bed.
“Kai.” You suddenly cried out his name, one of your hands grabbing onto his bed sheets.
“Yeah, say my name.” Kai spoke. “It’s me that fucks you this good.”
“Only you.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “Fuck! You’ll make me cum.”
“That’s the whole point isn’t it, princess?” Kai teased you, beginning to toy with your now over sensitive clit.
Your walls clenched around him, making him moan. Kai didn’t pull away from you, forming a rhythm of playing with your clit and starting to fuck into you harder.
Your legs started to shake, and your stomach tightened. You let out a sob of a moan, grabbing onto one of Kai’s arms.
“Fuck you got tight.” Kai grunted. “Let it go, cum all over my cock.”
That was all it took before you broke, crying out his name, covering your face to try to be quiet, all while your body shook underneath Kai who kept fucking you as you rode your high.
“So good for me.” Kai leaned down over your body, kissing your neck, jaw and chest. “You want me to cum in you, baby?”
You pulled him closer to you — or at least tried to. “Please…” you pouted. Kai rarely finished inside of you, even though you were on birth control.
“Fuck…” He swore, smiling. “Why did I ask when I can’t say no. Get on your hands and knees.”
Kai pulled away from you, allowing you to change positions. You moaned when he finally put his cock back inside of you as it felt slightly deeper.
Kai gripped your hips, fucking you harder than before. “Fuck, you feel that?”
“Fuck.” You whimpered, feeling so fucked out but so desperate for more. “So good. Don’t stop.”
He pushed you further down for you to arch your back more.
“Fuck!” You couldn’t comprehend saying anything else as he was slamming into you again. “Kai…fuck.”
You kept whimpering and moaning, trying to muffle your noise in one of his pillows. Kai noticed and immediately leaned over you and ripped it away from you; throwing it to the floor.
“No, no, no.” His voice was breathy. “I don’t give a fuck if the neighbor hears you.”
You thought back to one time when you went over to Kai’s apartment across the hall at 2 in the morning because you couldn’t sleep. It ended in a noise complaint from one of the neighbors on either side, complaining about hearing “loud crying” late at night.
Well, now it was nearly the middle of the day; only about half past 6. Your next moan came out as a sob, there was no way that Kai was going to pull another orgasm from you. You were losing count and already had no idea how he was lasting so long.
“Fuck.” Kai pulled you from your thoughts with a deep groan as he threw his head back. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”
You bit your lip as his thrusts suddenly became erratic; slamming into you at somewhat of an uneven rhythm before spilling himself inside of you and letting out the hottest moan that has probably ever come out of his mouth.
“Fuck. That’s so much.” You didn’t even move, but you know he had made a mess out of you.
Kai finally pulled out of you, and you winced at the feeling of some of his cum dripping out of you. Until you gasped when you felt two of his fingers fucking it back into you.
“Look so pretty like this. All mine.” You couldn’t see him but you knew he was admiring your fucked out state. “I should do this more often.”
You turned over onto your back; Kai hovering over you.
“Such a mess.” You joked, smirking as you ran your fingers through his hair before he leaned down to kiss you.
“I can run you a shower.” Kai spoke in between kissing you. “Besides, I’m not finished with you just yet.”
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tags: @dearlyjoonie @tyunsrkive @mhasimp666
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hey! could you write a san version of the sugar daddy/boyfriend smut👀
one-shot: sugar daddy!san x fem!reader ⋆。° ✮ ⁺
⭐️ pairing: sugar daddy!san (+ boxer!san) x fem!reader
⭐️ warnings: smut (18+ only), explicit language, oral (f receiving), dry humping, swearing, gentle dom!san, slightly sub!reader, crybaby!reader (but they're happy tears), incorrect boxing terminology (boxer!san is just sexy lmao i know nothing about boxing), pet names galore, spit as lube, super fluffy too
also...pee after sex!!
⭐️ summary: sugar daddy!san comes home from Europe with a special gift for his spoiled girl. she's a little bit of a crybaby, but he knows how to remedy that. he may be a boxing world champion but he's devoted on making the reader feel like the winner 😼
⭐️ a/n: lmao, i got carried away writing this one because San is my bias. it's definitely longer than Mingi and Yunho, so i'm calling it a one-shot.
i re-watched the bouncy music video recently, so i had the idea to combine sugar daddy!san with Boxer!san. and also non!idol san. it's a trope salad LMAO. enjoy! 🫶🏾 thank you for the request darling! <3
my masterlist (you can find the mingi and yunho versions here!)
"Good job, baby!" You squeal, rushing towards San as soon as he steps into your shared penthouse.
"Thank you, pretty girl," your boyfriend mumbles, weighed down by jet lag, but already feeling lighter in your presence.
"So proud of my undisputed champion! I wish I could've been there," you coo, basking in the feel of him.
"Me too, baby," he confesses, finally content in your arms. It's always nice to win, but nothing beats his greatest treasure. You.
Standing on your tippy toes, you press a firm kiss to his lips. He meets you with a hunger. San traces his tongue along your plump bottom lip, asking for entry. When he delves into your mouth, you can't help the little moan that slips out. The sound makes San's pants feel tighter.
Your heart's beating faster now, and you melt into your boyfriend's warmth. The thin, silky nightie barely covers anything. A warm chill goes down your spine when your nipples brush against San's firm chest. As you lift your leg to drape around his waist, you notice his arms are locked behind his back.
"Ummm…" you trail off, breaking the kiss to ask for an explanation. This is your first moment to really get a good look at him, which doesn't help the wetness gathering in your thong.
He's smirking at you, and he's just so sexy. The chandelier lighting of the foyer reflects from his thin, gold chain. You notice that he's dressed comfortably, likely still wearing whatever he wore on the private jet to get home.
He's wearing his own merch, Choi San (K-Rocky) World Champion printed across the front of the gray hoodie. It makes you beam with pride every time you see it. Trailing your eyes down, you're met with his matching sweatpants and growing bulge. More pride surges in your chest, happy to know he missed you as much as you missed him. As a result, a girlish giggle slips through your lips.
"Something funny, pretty girl?" he chides, playfully raising an eyebrow at you.
"Is there something in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?" you grin, loving the ways his eyes light up at your cheesy joke. He crowds your space again, smiling down at you before he whispers in your ear.
"Well, I'm definitely excited to see my baby, but I also have a little surprise for her," he grumbles, sending warmth to your lower belly. He steps back again, arms still locked behind his back.
You're fighting back a smile, remembering the promise he made before leaving to reclaim his title.
"Close your eyes, sweet girl," he murmurs. You can't see him, but he smirks again, cock stirring in his pants at your obedience.
"Are you ready?" he teases, chuckling softly at the furrow in your brow. He can't ignore how cute you get when you're feeling bratty.
"Sannieeeee, c'mon," you whine, growing more impatient by the second.
He feels like a pervert the way his eyes lock on your full breasts, biting his lip when they sway in tandem with your little tantrum. He thinks about how they'll feel in his mouth when he gets you underneath him.
"Stop staring at my tits and let me have my gift!" you growl, knowing how spoiled you sound but you've lost the ability to care.
"Hey, be a good girl," he commands, the serious tone in his voice putting an abrupt stop to your antics.
" 'm sorry, sir," you whisper breathily, clit throbbing at the way he effortlessly switches into his dominant side.
San heart aches a little bit when he looks at you. He knows you love playing rough, but he doesn't have it in him to torment you any longer.
" 's okay baby, open your eyes for me," he coos. He nearly jumps back at the shriek you let out.
"Ah! I knew it!" you cry out, reaching forward to snatch the Hermes bag out of his hands. Reaching inside, you almost burst into tears when you feel the handbag of your dreams.
"Sannie," you whimper, looking up at him with teary eyes. He's on you before you can continue, wrapping his strong arms around you.
"Don't cry, baby," he begs softly, unable to watch you cry, even if they're happy tears.
"I can't help it," you sniffle, "I'm so grateful for you," the words are muffled against his chest, you find it hard to continue opening the bag.
"I couldn't do any of this without my baby. This is the least I could do," he answers honestly, pulling your soft body away from his to look into your eyes.
"I love you more than anything." You tear up again at the sincerity in his eyes.
"I love you too," you whimper, trying to stop the tears that flow down your cheeks. San's hands come up, brushing away the tears as lightly as possible, so you don't feel his rough callouses.
He holds you for a few more minutes, quieting your tears with affirmations and soft kisses. You stand there in silence for a while, calmed by the steady sound of his heartbeat.
"How do you feel now, baby? he asks softly, tracing his hand down your back. Another smirk rests on his face, when he watches the goosebumps raise up on your skin.
"Think 'm good now," you answer him, remembering the task at hand.
You finally open the bag, admiring the heavy Birkin in your hands. As you pour out a stream of thank you's and I love you's, when San catches you by surprise.
One moment, you're standing in the foyer and the next moment, he's scooped you up and into the living room. He gently places you on the vast leather couch, settling in beside you.
Drawn to his warmth, you cuddle up next to him, loving the way his strong arm cradles your waist. He carefully takes the bag from you, placing it on the marble coffee table. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence before the TV catches his attention.
"Are you watching my highlights, baby?" he teases, knowing full and well that you always tune into ESPN when he's away.
"Don't tease me, Sannie. I missed you," you mumble, nestling further into his side.
San looks down at you, enchanted by the exposed skin that the nightie doesn't quite cover. He brings a rough hand to your thigh, tracing the smooth skin, admiring how it feels in his grip. He can hear your breathing pick up, knowing exactly what effect he has on you.
"Missed you too, pretty girl," he sighs, using one arm to shift you onto his lap. San helps you adjust, finally content when you're straddling him.
"I missed you more," you breathe out, finding it difficult to concentrate.
He's so warm and strong beneath you, his muscular thighs being the perfect pillow. His hands are lower now, softly groping your ass through the lingerie. You can't help but to grind down on him, both of you letting out a content moan.
"Not possible," he murmurs, "But you're welcome to try to prove it," he finishes his sentence with a sharp smack to your ass, triggering another moan from you.
"Shit," you huff out, overwhelmed by the feeling of his body underneath yours.
His cock is fully hard now, protruding through his sweats. Your thong is basically nonexistent, clinging to your wet pussy. That sensation combined with San's lazy grinding make it hard for you to think clearly.
His lips are on your neck now, sucking on the sensitive skin. He loves the way you moan out into his ear, harshly grinding his hard cock against your pussy.
"C'mon baby, you gonna prove it to me?" he teases, warm breath against your ear.
His words finally click in your head, knowing what you want to do. You start to shimmy off his lap, trying to get on your knees, but San's arms lock you in place.
"Wanna show you how grateful I am," you beg, hooded eyes staring back into his own.
His head lulls back onto the cushion, finding it hard to concentrate when you look at him like that. Messy curls, hard nipples poking through your nightie, and your lips swollen from kissing. You look fucked out and he's barely getting started.
"Then let me taste you, baby. That's all I really want," he groans, quickly switching your position. Your head spins for a moment, barely registering how you changed places so fast.
You're on your back, San's rough hands pinning your thighs to your chest. The leather couch is cool beneath your skin, helping you think a little more clearly. Raising up on your elbows, you look down at him, eyes almost rolling back at the image.
He's bent over in front of you, gray hoodie long forgotten. He's wearing a white tank, muscles on display for you. As you admire him, his smooth lips trail along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Always the tease, he softly kisses your clit through your thong, your hips bucking in response.
"S-Sannie, please," you moan out, trying to push up against his mouth. He pulls back, smirking up at you, loving the neediness in your voice.
"Tell me what you want, pretty girl," he murmurs, faintly tracing his fingertips up and down your plush thighs. He looks at you expectantly.
"Want your mouth," you whine, hating when he does this. It makes you feel shy, but maybe that's why your heart flutters a little bit. Even if you'd never admit it to him.
"Want me to lick your pretty pussy?" he coos before lowering his head, pressing another kiss to your bundle of nerves.
"Mmmm, yes" you moan, eyes rolling back at the light pressure.
"Such a good girl. What my baby wants, my baby gets," he growls, peeling the soaked fabric away from your pussy.
"Fuck," he groans, eyes locked on the trail of wetness still clinging to your thong. He can't help dipping his tongue in it, eager to have a taste. You yelp, surprised by the sudden contact.
"Y-yes, Sannie, feels so good," you pant, unable to focus on anything but the intense pleasure from San's tongue.
He alternates between sucking on your clit and bringing up a finger to rub figures eights. Your hips buck up, doing anything to maximize your pleasure.
"You like that, baby? Like how it feels against your little clit?" The look of pure ecstasy on your face gives him his answer.
He latches back onto your pussy, using his thick tongue to delve between your sopping folds. Your high-pitched moans spur him on, sliding his tongue into your tight hole.
The lewd noises of your boyfriend tongue fucking you is too much for you to bear, your pussy starts to clench around the wet muscle, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.
"F-fuck, yes sir," you huff, spreading your legs even wider, "Gonna cum soon."
He hums against you, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. He's back on your clit again, flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue. When you thrash against the couch, San tightens his grip on your thighs, trapping you into place.
"You can come for me, sweet girl. It's okay," he soothes you, switching back to rubbing fast circles against your clit.
Your hips have lost their rhythm now, aimlessly bucking into the pleasure of San's thumb. He lowers his head again, lewdly spitting on your pussy.
"C'mon on my tongue, baby. That's it," he hums, gravelly voice going directly to your clit.
"Ahhh, fuck," you whine out, feeling his tongue enter your hole again. The pleasure is too much. His rough thumb against your clit and tongue stretching out your pussy push you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you in waves, San coaxing you through it.
He sits back on his heels, taking in your body. He keeps circling your clit, letting you ride out your high and come back down to him.
When you've calmed down, you see your boyfriend hovering over you. That kind smile is on his face now, stretching all the way up to his eyes. You swear you can feel your heart expanding in your chest.
"Hi, my pretty girl."
"Hi Sannie," you whisper shyly, cheeks burning at the way he admires you.
"C'mere," he snuggles you back into his lap, adjusting your nightie and smoothing down your curls. You giggle at the wet kisses he's pressing to your cheeks, loving the way he cares for you.
"Missed my baby so much," he accentuates his words with a tight squeeze, making your heart do the same. You let out a soft missed you too, feeling sleepy in his arms.
Cradling your body, you feel him rise from the couch. He turns off the TV, but alarm bells ring in the back of your head.
"Sannie."
"Hm?"
"Can you take my Birkin to my wardrobe please?" you mumble. San tries his best to hold in his laugh, so he doesn't disturb you. Not even a mind-shattering orgasm could make you forget about your Birkin.
"Of course, baby," Is the last thing you here before your eyes close for the night.
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🍯 angry jack hughes (like after a rough game)
𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬) | jh⁸⁶
♡ ─ word count | 840
♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut, read at your own discretion! rough jack, praise with a sprinkle of degradation, backshots and ummm nothing else i believe?
♡ ─ ev's notes | okay this was SOO hot but idk if i did this justice bc i wasn't in the mood to write rough smut BUT LMK YOUR THOUGHTS! also looking for a beta reader for my writing, pls lmk if ur interested!
Jack was pissed, and that was an understatement. The tension had started from the beginning, up until the final buzzer rang throughout the arena, Jack was angry. The referee was obviously trash and the players were assholes, they were aggressive and unrelenting, pushing the boundaries of a "fair game" to the breaking point. The hits were quick and hard, each one more bone-crushing than the other.
Jack felt the impact of every hit throughout his body, he knew that every hit was going to bruise. But it wasn't just the physicality of the game that got under his skin; it was the blatant disregard for the rules, the dirty plays and the cheap shots. The referee, if you could call him that, was blind to the chaos on the ice, turning a blind eye to blatant penalties and letting the game spiral out of control. Obvious slashes, cross-checks, and trips went uncalled, leaving Jack and his team alone.
But all of that didn't even matter now as he was balls-deep in you, letting out all his frustrations out on you. His hand gripped your throat as he pounded you into the mattress, the headboard slamming the wall with each relentless thrust. His head fell back as you clenched around him, his blue eyes blown out completely. Your legs hung off his shoulders as he fucked you harshly, not letting you move.
Every thrust was met with a loud moan drawing from your bruised lips, making Jack feel somehow even harder. "Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good."
You couldn't even respond in any way, shape or form at this point, you were way too fucked out. Your whole body was hot to the touch, sweat dripping from your hairline and your cheeks a warm color. As soon as Jack walked into your home, he grabbed you and went straight to your bedroom - and you weren't complaining. Jack wasn't usually the rough type but when he was, it was absolutely mind-blowing.
Your mouth hung open as he fucked you dumb, you couldn't even think straight. Your head was spinning with desire and all you could think about was how you wanted this to last forever. Jack began to slow down and you let out a whine. "Turn around."
Jack's voice was hoarse as he spoke and even though you felt like if you were to get up, you'd fall, you still obliged. You turned around and put your face on the warm pillow, arching your back up. Jack held you by the hips and quickly slipped back in, causing another loud moan to escape your chapped lips. You were so sensitive and sore but you knew Jack wasn't in the mood to hear it so you just took his cock, like you were meant to.
"Fuck," Jack groaned as he bottomed you out. His hand found your hair and immediately pulled up, giving you a sloppy kiss before he began thrusting in and out of you. You whined into the kiss as he let go of your hair, focusing on absolutely wrecking you.
His pace was just as rough as before, except now you really had no choice but to let him. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you as he pounded into you, trying to ground yourself somehow. "Such a slut for me, hm?"
You nodded mindlessly at his degrading words as he kept his thrusts harsh and deep. His hand found your head once again, pushing it into the pillow as he began to pound into you harder and quicker, his hips snapping against your ass. The quicker his thrusts were, the more overwhelmed you felt; you felt like you couldn't even control your own body but again, you weren't complaining.
"Jack, please." You whined out for nothing in particular as he kept fucking you into the mattress.
"Fuck, it's okay." Jack rasped out. "I got you, baby."
His sweet words in contrast with how rough he was fucking you, you felt like your legs were gonna give out any second. Jack felt himself draw closer and closer to an orgasm and he wasn't gonna stop now. His thrusts were becoming sloppy but rough as your cunt clenched around him, he couldn't help but groan. "So close."
You began to feel light-headed as he kept his pace rough, you knew that you were going to cum any second now. Jack pushed your head into the pillow as you cried out, becoming more desperate for some kind of release. "Cum for me, baby."
That was all you needed, you came around his cock as you sobbed out, your tears of pleasure drenching the pillow beneath you. Your pussy was sensitive as Jack kept pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm. "S-slow down,"
Jack ignored your pleads as he kept fucking into your cunt, your felt your body become limp in his hands. With every snap of his hips, you let out a whimper. A few more deep thrusts and Jack was cumming inside of you, slowly riding out his high.
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Right Place, Wrong Time Pt 2/3
Dark Aemond X (Out of World Reader)
Warnings after the cut
This is the second half of the story based on THIS request.
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A/N: Meant to post this last night but got caught up working on school stuff and didn't have time to edit. My apologies! enjoy!
Warnings:: dubcon, mentions of controlling behaviors, isolation, Breeding kink, rough sex, domination
You attempt to remain patient, but as each day passes, you find yourself growing more and more restless. Since your little foray into town with the prince, you have tried your best to stay out of his way in an attempt to not annoy him into "taking care of the problem," the problem being you.
Yet over the last two days, he has begun to seek you out. He never mentions any updates regarding your return back to your world and you haven't been able to muster up the courage to ask him, but today your impatience got the better of you and you had to ask for an update something to put your mind at ease.
So, when you were requested to his chambers for a morning meal, you hyped yourself up in the mirror.
"He wants you gone just as much as you want to be gone," you tell yourself. "He won't get mad. Not if you ask him the right way"
You shake out your limbs before being escorted to Aemond's chambers. Upon entering, he is sitting at his table, Sir. Simon stands beside you.
"You may leave us," Aemond says sharply.
"I am not to leave you alone for ... for her honor, your grace." Sir. Simon stammers.
"Her honor shall be respected and intact. If anyone asks, you stayed. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, your grace," Sir.Simon bows his head and takes his leave.
"Sit." Aemond gestures to the chair across the table from him.
"Thanks," you say gently, bowing your head as you slowly sit down in the chair.
"How are you adjusting?" He asks as he pours himself some tea.
"Oh, ummm. Ok, I guess." You pick at the small biscuit in front of you. "Not too worried about it..... since I'll be leaving soon"
Aemond puts down his tea cup harshly, the clanking of the cup against the dainty plate it sits upon causing you to jump.
"That is....... delayed. So you would do well to attempt to assimilate. " He pours her tea, his jaw is clenched tightly, and the tension can be seen in his neck and shoulders.
"Oh... may.... may i ask what the delay is?" You play with your fingers nervously.
"Missing ingredient." He lifts his cup to his mouth, sipping his tea.
You bite the inside of your cheek. "Just one?"
"Yes, but it is a very important one. Incredibly difficult to obtain, " he smirks. "Please, eat your biscuit." he leans back in his chair, crossing his legs.
You pick at the biscuit briefly before looking back at him. "That woman, Alys? she's your lover, isn't she? She was in the books anyway"
"We had a brief tryst, yes, but I had to break it off when i realized my interests lay..... elsewhere"
You panic at this revelation. "Will she still help us? Since you cut her off or whatever?"
He chuckles and shakes his head. "Oh, you sweet naive little thing." He gets up from his chair and walks around to your side of the table, standing over you. "Stand up"
You gulp audibly as you slowly rise out of your chair.
"I wish not to play this little game with you anymore." He brushes his thumb over your lower lip. "You are not going back"
"What?!" You shriek.
He pulls you into his chest and strokes your hair. "Shhhh sweet girl"
You push against his chest, trying to break from his grasp as he just pulls you tighter to him. He kisses the top of your head and sighs.
"The missing ingredient is the witch"
Your entire body goes rigid at his words, and you look up at him. "Alys?" You whisper.
"Mmmmmm," he strokes your hair some more while he looks down at you. "When I decided that I wanted to keep you, I thought it best to rid myself of the one person who could send you back" He leans down and smells your hair while goosebumps travel their way up your arms and up the back of your neck.
"W-w-where is she?" You ask the question while being terrified of the answer.
"Oh sweet girl, there is no need for you to be concerned about such things. All you need to know is that there is now no way for you to get back. " He rubs his thumbs over your cheekbones, cradling your face and angling it up towards him.
A surge of fear shoots through your entire body as you feel your legs grow weak beneath you.
"Oh, you are speechless, one of your best attributes, I must say." He holds you tightly against his body, gently swaying back and forth with you in his arms.
"Why?" Your voice is broken. You look up at him like a wounded animal that was just injured by its own master.
"Oh," he coos, gently stroking your face. "Because i want to keep you. Here. With me. As my wife. I will be the only one to know the true you." He gently pokes your nose. "The only one you can rely on completely. I will have you, and you will have nothing but me. " He rubs his cheek against yours. "You may be scared right now, but your loyalty will come with time when I am the only person in all the realm you can speak freely with"
You look towards him in shock. "My family? they must be worried. " You start to pull back tears pooling in your eyes.
"We are to be married, we will make you a new family." He pulls you back to him. "Do not be sad, my love"
You attempt to push yourself out of his embrace, but he holds you tightly and chuckles. "Still some fight in you, I see .... we can fix that"
He takes you tightly by the waist, just lifting you off the floor, walking you from his main chamber into his bed chamber.
You wriggle your body, trying to break free from his grasp. "Let me go!"
He chuckles as he continues to carry you into the bedchamber and then tosses you on his bed before quickly climbing on top of you, pinning your hands down on either side of your head.
"This is what you have wanted since you got here. You said it yourself." He leans down and starts to bite and kiss your neck.
A jolt of excitement runs through your body. This man is insane but he is also still very hot. So while your brain is screaming at you to stop him, your body is heating up, and a tingling pleasure is starting to build in your core.
he hums into your neck as he starts to unlace your dress. "You will be such a cute little wife, completely dependent on me." As he got the laces undone, he starts to pull the dress down and off your shoulders.
You sigh, the feeling of his hands on your skin as he slowly pushes the dress down. Your body is sending ripples of pleasure through you, but the prospect of being stuck here forever is frightening. "Aemond," you whisper softly. "I can't stay here"
He stands up, pulling the dress over your hips and down your legs, tossing it to the floor. "Oh, but you have no choice, sweet girl." He pushes your legs apart with his knee.
Tears start to stream down your face when the reality of your situation starts to set in.
He wipes a tear off your cheek and then kisses down the side of your neck, trailing down to your chest. You feel warmth spread through your body at his kisses, your crying starting to subside as you allow yourself to just feel physical sensations in this moment pushing your emotions far into the recesses of your being.
He continues kissing down your body, leaving a trail of kisses from your chest and over your chemise on your stomach. Once he makes it down to your thighs, he pushes your chemise up around your hips, bringing his mouth directly to your sensitive skin.
You begin to tremble with anticipation as his kisses trail lower and lower. He bites into your thigh, not very hard but hard enough to give you a jolt before he quickly pulls back and kisses the injured flesh.
He hooks his finger around the centerpiece of your small clothes, slowly dragging them down your legs as he continues to sprinkle kisses along your thighs.
He pushes your legs apart and places gentle kisses along your folds, and then lifts himself up sitting on the heels of his feet. "See? There's no reason to cry. " He smirks before lowering himself to you again and licking one long strip along your heat, lapping gently at your pearl.
Your eyes shoot open and stare directly at the canopy above you as the heat and pleasure build up inside you. He continues to swirl his tongue around you as he slowly brings his hands up to your hips, moving you against his face in a gentle rhythm.
You bring your hand up to your mouth and bite down on your thumb to stifle the noise that is aching to burst its way from your chest. As he increases his pressure and speed, he grips tightly on your hips.
"Oh god," involuntarily spills from your mouth, and you can feel Aemond smirk against your skin for a brief moment before continuing his movements until he brings you over the edge.
You lay back on the bed your entire body pulsating, but Aemond has no plans of letting you rest. He quickly strips himself down to nothing and pulls you up.
"My turn." He grins and kisses you harshly on the mouth before quickly turning you over and pulling your backside up towards him. This all happens so quickly that you are bewildered, your body still shaking from earlier.
He slowly slides his hands up your back, tracing the curve of your spine. He pushes himself against your entrance and groans as he slowly enters you.
"Knew I had to keep you." He grips your hips tightly, his fingernails lightly digging into the soft flesh there. "Scared, lost little thing," He bottoms out with a loud groan. "You will make a perfect mother." He slowly starts to move against you.
You start to breathe heavily as you feel your cheek slide against the soft sheets with each thrust, the pressure of which gets harder and more aggressive with each movement.
"I'll fill you up" He continues to increase his pace as he runs a hand down your back and slides it into your hair pulling your head off the mattress as he wraps the strands around his hand.
"Every. Single. Day. " He pulls your hair tighter as your back starts to arch from the pull.
"Until you are bursting with my babes" He suddenly pushes your face back down and into the mattress and his pace becomes punishing, the loud smacks of skin on skin contact filling your senses your own sounds muffled by the mattress.
He pushes your face further into the mattress as he smashes his body into yours, the force of his movements pushing you further and further into the soft sheets.
He moves faster and harder against you than you thought humanly possible as you lose all sense simply drowning in the experience. Your movements are not your own, and while you feel powerless in this situation, you also feel a sense of relief.
As his movements become sloppy and uncoordinated, he growls loudly like an animal pushing you down harder into the bed until he is spent as he rubs his hands up and down the sides of your waist.
He chuckles and leans over, kissing you gently along your spine.
"You will be happy, here, sweet girl"
He places a few more gentle kisses on your skin.
"You can trust me"
Part 3
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anything going on in that cute little head of yours today? 😘
a lil baby dropping wayyy deeper than they usually do because they gotta pee when CG initiates playtime, being embarrassed and needy and CG being sooo here for it
Like:
mm nnn oh umm dada?
Ohh, I'm Dada today? Interesting. What is it, Baby?
hhh dis feels sooo tingly an an an good! Mhm! Mhmm?
*Baby waggles their hips, increasing the friction of CG's fingers stimulating their privates*
Well, good, Baby. I like when you're all tingly. Are you my precious little one now? Hmm?
mhmm!!! but?? Dada?
Yes, Baby? Do you need something else, like fingers inside?
ye! umm, no! am too full for fingies inside!
Too full? Too full of what, Baby? You can tell Daddy
*Baby squirms and whimpers, trying to hide their face in CG's chest while spreading their legs wider, CG gasps and picks up the pace of their stroking*
Ohhh, I see now, Baby. Too full inside, you're too full of peepee for Daddy's big fingers?
*Baby flushes pink and humps harder against CG's hand*
ye dada, ye, needa ummm needa hmmm
Say it, Little One. You can use your baby words, but I need to hear it or your playtime includes fingers inside. I know how much you like it. Tell Daddy what will happen if he puts fingers in you today.
hhhhh too full!! too full, no fingies!!
And why not, Baby?
too full, will make tinkies!!!! big ones!! ah ahh
*Baby starts to cry a little at how embarrassing and overwhelming it is, using such baby-ish language to describe their need*
Ohh, Baby! Don't cry, Daddy loves how needy you get like this! Good job using your words, Little One! You wanna keep going, or do you need a break for *whispering* tinkies?
hh mmm keep goin please please please dada need it neeeeed it
I can tell, yes you do. You need it so bad, so so bad. Daddy's gonna give it to you, hold on, don't cry Baby.
unhh! dada!! so so so tingly ohhh! but!! need make tinkies too!! bad!
I know, Baby, take Daddy's fingers and make your biiiig tinkies right in my hand. Let it out, Little One, I want all of you. Right now.
dadaaaaa! m peepees!! makin tinkies nn nows feels ssss so good dada feels so good
Good baby!!
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DOMINK DOMINK DOMINK FICS
●Dominik Mysterio x Reader●
Summary: Someone from Dom's past returns.
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*Y/N's POV*
Walking into gorilla looking at the tv seeing Dom and Rhea making their way to the ring, I take off my sweatshirt laying it on the chair. I watch the TV hearing Rhea talking about how there is no more women on the roster that can stand toe to toe with her. I fix my kickpads still watching the TV. This is my return to the ring since I was out with an injury and everything changed with Dom. One of the producers walks over to me and hands me a microphone. I grab it and tap on the top of it making sure it's on.
"Woah woah woah."
I walk out of the curtains as my music hits causing the crowd to cheer loudly for me. I do my pose at the top of the ramp than bring the microphone to my mouth as my theme song turns off. Rhea is standing against the ropes staring at me.
"Rhea. Rhea. Did you forget about me?"
I start walking down to the ring.
"Remember breaking my leg two years ago?"
I climb into the ring and look at her.
"Remember that? Yeah? Well now, I'm fully healed.... and coming for you."
I get in her face and she gets in mine. I bring the microphone up to my mouth.
"Also seems like someone's little Dom Dom has seen a ghost."
I throw the microphone on the mat as Rhea turns around, walks over to Dom and lightly slaps his face. Dom shakes his head and looks at her. I grab Rhea's arm, whip her around and go to hit her with a forearm. She ducks, rolls out of the ring and I hit Dom in the jaw really hard. He falls on the mat and I turn towards Rhea walking up the ramp. I pull Dom over to the corner, climb up to the top rope and do a moonsault landing on Dom. I stand up, lean against the ropes and point at Rhea.
"You're next!"
She shakes her head no and I push Dom out of the ring. She grabs him as I celebrate with the crowd. They make their way to the back and the show goes to commercial. I climb out of the ring and make my way to the back.
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*In my locker room*
Taking my kickpads off, I hear someone start banging on my door. I look at the door confused, walk over to it and open it seeing Dom standing there with his arms crossed.
"What do you want?"
He pushes past me into my locker room and I roll my eyes closing the door.
"What was that out there Y/N? You clocked me in the jaw than hit me with a moonsault?"
"I was making a statement to your Mami."
"But I mean you really hit me hard. My mouth was bleeding."
"Does the baby boy need to go see a doctor? Do I have to hold your hand while they check on you?"
I say this in a mocking voice and he walks over to me, getting in my face.
"Stop. Right now."
"What are you gonna do about it?"
He raises an eyebrow looking down at me and I smirk looking up at him crossing my arms. He puts both of his hands on the sides of my face looking down at me.
"God I have missed you and your smart mouth."
"Again, what are you gonna do about it?"
He smirks, leans down and kisses me hard. I kiss him back just as hard and run my hands up his shoulders to his neck. We start making out as I run my fingers through his hair. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the couch. He lays me on the couch and starts moving his lips down my neck as I play with his hair. We don't hear the locker room door open as he continues kissing my neck.
"Woah! What did we walk in on?"
I gasp pushing Dom off of me seeing Damian and Finn standing in the doorway. Dom stands up, clears his throat and looks over at them. I gulp and fix my shirt looking down at the ground.
"Ummm Dom, we came looking for you because we have an interview soon."
"But seems like he is pretty busy, huh?"
Finn hits Damian's arm and laughs.
"Guys, get out! I will be there in a minute."
Damian and Finn laugh while walking out of the locker room. I look up at Dom as he leans down to be face to face with me.
"To be continued tonight. I will text you."
He kisses me one last time and makes his way out of my locker room......
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pussyeater!Satoru
A/N: okay, after finding these pics online and rewatching this scene, I'm absolutely convinced the jjk animators/artists wanted me to write this. 😆😆
pussyeater!Satoru can't stop thinkin about you. Nah, not since you gave him a taste of the sweet cream between your thighs. For fuck sakes, it had already been a month since the faculty New Year's Eve party but here he sits at work, daring anyone to interrupt him replaying the precious memory in his mind. Drinks were bountiful that evening, him even sneaking you guys an edible to split. Satoru thinks you probably don't even remember it the way he does: locked away in a tiny utility closet laying 69 style, knees on either side of his head. Tiny dress pulled up to your neck while you repeatedly pushing down on the tongue invading your insides. Your pretty red manicured fingers hold tight at his legs, mouthin at his cock incessantly. "Satoruuu! Oh baby, you're so good to me! Don't stop, need to cum so bad. Need you to make me cum soooo bad. Need you Toru!" He listens to how you moan his name just like in his dreams, the pitch of them so appealing to his steely dick. Fuck, he came twice, practically untouched, before you finally squirt in his mouth. "Ew.. Dude, take 5." Todo tells him, snapping Satoru outta his favorite daydream and back into the present. He's looking at Satoru's lap with absolute disgust, bout ready to sound off with another snarky comment but doesn't get a chance."Fuck off!" The response laced with so much venom and energy that Todo's actually knocked on his ass as Satoru brushes past him angrily.
pussyeater!Satoru doesn't understand why everytime he talks, you never make eye contact with him anymore. Really thought he'd have more access to you and your pretty lil pussy by now. He openly observes your frame as you stretch after a mission, wondering why things have changed. So different from how you affectionately gazed at him while he drank from your cunt, tugging at his hair and begging for more. Thinks you might actually have the fountain of youth between your legs; that he might seriously relapse if he doesn't get another dose. Fuck it, now or never. "Hey y/n, wanna grab somethin you eat?" He doesn't mean to lick his lips, honest! "With you?" Why the fuck are you so shocked? Makes his cute ass actually pout a bit. "Uh, yeah." "Alone?" Okay, nows he's a bit miffed. "Problem with that?" "Ummm.." You're looking at the exit, wondering how fast Satoru Gojo can run. He notices, not liking it one bit. Shit, he'd most definitely catch you. You're so embarrassed from the 'New Years incident', can't understand why the man wont let you cease to exist in peace. "Don't worry, y/n. Just food this time." He holds his arm out to you, smiling wide. His perfect white teeth make an appearance as he tries to ease your worries. Kinda works, your shoulders dropping their tense disposition as your pretty y/e/c eyes finally meet his. "K-kay Toru. Where to?" Oh he knows just the place, mouth already watering at the thought of what he was about to do to you..
pussyeater!Satoru is a fuckin liar; lied straight through his teeth. And now he's lyin underneath you, easily holding your trembling body in place ontop his upper chest. You're face down in his pillows, ass up naked as fuck, trying to peel his lips from your clit. He didn't bother taking off a single piece of clothing himself. Additionally, he'd already made you cum explosively but refused to stop. Satoru started off his attack with you on your back, his long fingers grippin your thighs firmly to pin you in place. Another mistake of your eyes darting to his bedroom door had him switching to your current position, frantically trying to inhale your saturated pussy. "T-toru, stoooop! Can't take anymore, need a break.." You whine at him for what must be the gazillionth time, but he answers the same way he did previously. "Uh mm." Not more than a nonchalant hum. The volume of your keens go up a notch as he shakes his head left to right, heinously slurping at you. You're so sensitive from your earlier orgasm and don't know why he's treating you this way. "Whyyyy Satoru- ohfuck! Too good.. Please, whatever you want.. Do anything, please!" Now that got his attention. His dick is so fuckin hard and he's not sure how much longer he can keep from cumming when you talk to him like this. He pops off your clit and stares up at you, lower face soiled with your juices. "Anything? Do anything for me, princess? You promise?" He slowly licks your essence from his lips, eyes closing briefly in bliss at your taste. "Y-yes." Why does he think you can do a damn thing when you can't even breathe? "Quit keepin my fuckin pussy from me and I'll think about it." Swollen lips reattach to your poor abused clit, making you squeal as your thighs squeeze the sides of his head; the most perfect pillowy earmuffs in Satoru's opinion. Fuckin guy doesn't quit till you gush. Every-fucking-where. You're literally raining down on him and it's everything he's ever wanted from life. Wish he could record how you drench his sheets, shirt and pillows. His cock won't stop twitching, the sensitive tip beating against his jeans. His nasty ass watches on, ego swelling as he holds his tongue out to savor you. Literally busts his nut to the feeling and taste of you drippin into his mouth.
"Mmm.. Taste so fuckin good. Thank you, baby."
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Hi 👋
So ive had this thought after reading your works, task 141 + könig and anyone else rlly; reaction to y/n just casually taking ppl down like black widow. IE: thighs around head flipping them, casually breaking free while being interrogated, etc.
And y/n is so "whatever" or "you never asked" kinda situation where they don't see the big deal,maybe it leads to them sparring and y/n taking them down (them being on the shorter/average size (5'5) ).
I feel like it'd be absolutely hilarious for some reason
Bahaha I love this, they wouldn’t know what to do 😭😭😭 girl boss for sure
Price 🥃
The first time the Captain saw you break free from your bonds he was beyond gobsmacked. He stared at you wide eyed and chuckled to himself.
You were tied to a chair, mid interrogation, hands behind your back. Your ankles were taped to the legs of the chair. Price was waiting outside to rescue you but as he found you didn’t need rescuing.
The blood from your arm trickled into the tape which held your wrists. The tape became less tacky allowing yourself to wriggle free. Throwing your hands to the floor you whipped your legs behind you, colliding the chair with your captors back. Shattering it, and him.
Pulling off the tape you fixed your hair and flounced out of the room, ‘oh hi Captain!’ You smiled sweetly, ‘shall we?’ You gestured to the way out.
Soap 🧼
Soap first saw your skills during a hostage drill on base. They’d handcuffed you to a pipe on the ceiling, and told you to await your rescue.
Helpless little woman, waiting to be rescued by the tough men. Like fuck you thought. Gaz was assigned as your captor for the exercise, he stood with his back to you. Facing the door, preparing for your rescuers.
Sighing you moaned slightly, Gaz came over to make sure you were ok. Offering your most angelic smile you whipped your legs up to his neck. Your strong thighs applying just enough pressure to make him pass out.
Pulling the pipe off the ceiling you jumped down, undid your cuffs and sat on a chair. Waiting for them. When Soap burst through the door he was gobsmacked. Mouth open. ‘Took your time’ you laughed looking at your watch before walking out the door.
He knew from that moment he HAD to ask you on a date.
Ghost 💀
Ghost took you on the sparring mat, only for a bit of fun. You were 5’3 and he was 6’4. A huge contrast. But you used it to your advantage, scurrying around him and nipping at his ankles like a terrier.
He was getting fed up. Impatient. How did you keep getting one up on him? Eventually to got the Lieutenant on his ass. In front of 141. His eyes widened in the mask as he puffed thick air from his lungs. ‘I didn’t know you could do that!?’
Holding out a hand to him you helped him up. ‘You never asked’ you shrugged, throwing a sickly smile at him. He was blushing under the mask.
Gaz 🇬🇧
Gaz has never forgotten the memory of seeing you wrap your self around a guys neck, and break it. In half. Effortlessly.
‘Ummm what the fuck was that?’ He was beyond shocked. He’d never seen you move like that before. You re-adjusted your hair and waved him off like it was nothing.
‘No. Seriously. How did you know how to do that?’ He scratched the back of his head. Bewildered. ‘I’m in the SAS Gaz, I need to be good at something. Remember when I choked you out during the drill?’ You winked.
He pulled at his collar ‘yeah don’t remind me.’
König 👑
The big man himself. You were all having a friendly competition of who could jump the highest. Of course our 6’10 mountain won. But that was before you.
Whistling to grab the boys attention you sprinted and damn near scaled König, jumping off his shoulder planting the sticker mikes above his.
His blue eyes were wide, perplexed. ‘You little spider monkey!’ He laughed. He scratched his head, he hardly even felt you climb his back.
You climbed up his back again and planted a cheeky peck on his cheek. ‘I like climbing mountains’ you said poking your tongue out.
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⛸️ silver soul — select a winter date from this list & a character and i’ll write a lil blurb or imagine
Could I ask for a little something with 💋 ─ be caught standing under the mistletoe and Sirius Black? I think it could be so cute💕 Take all the time you need!
Love the winter celly btw💜
short and sweet / s. black
sirius black x shy!fem!reader
0.6k words
summary — christmas eve in the gryffindor common room
authors note & warnings — ummm my family opens presents on christmas eve so i included that, no warnings i don’t think but lmk!
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the marauders, as well as lily, marlene, and dorcas, had decided they would stay at hogwarts for winter break. and sirius, your loving, dog of a boyfriend, had convinced you to stay as well, you bunked in with the girls over the break, and gryffindor tower was empty besides the eight of you.
tonight was christmas eve, and all of you had crowded around the unnecessarily large christmas tree that had appeared a week before. marlene and dorcas were squished onto a large cushioned chair, lily curled up at the west end of the long couch in front of the fire, james spread out next to her. remus and peter had taken up the east side of the couch, and sirius had you on his lap in the chair mirroring marlene and dorcas’s. the eight of you were exchanging your gifts to each other, as well as james’s mother’s gifts for the boys.
remus had a mountain of chocolate next to him on the side table, eagerly munching away at a bar james had gotten him from honeydukes. sirius had tried to steal a roll of caramel chocolates from his stash, earning a slap from remus’s scarred hand and a stern look from you.
“get your own, these are my christmas presents.” the shaggy haired boy grumbled as sirius tosses his hands up in defense.
“you got enough sugar sitting on your lap, pads.” james comments, making marlene laugh as your cheeks flush slightly.
“ah, how could i forget,” sirius muses as he moves to kiss your cheek, you allowing him to, and not exactly being able to stop him anyway.
“aye, get a room!” marlene scolds, a laugh spilling out of her mouth as she throws a decorative pillow at the two of you.
sirius deflects it onto the ground as the group laughs, a merry air in the warm common room.
dorcas yawns, lily following her action.
“have we passed out all the presents?” lily asks, itching to get into her warm bed. remus gets up to check under the tree for anything hidden.
“‘believe so,” he states as he straightens out again, stretching his back in the process.
“then im headed to bed, you guys are exhausting,” she says as she untucks her legs from under her, stretching them out as she gets up.
“i will also be taking my leave,” dorcas states, getting up from where she was entangled with marlene on the large chair.
“whaat, you guys are so lame.” marlene says as she spreads out on the now spacious chair.
“yeah yeah, scold me in the morning.” dorcas replies, another yawn escaping her mouth as she follows lily’s lead to the stairs to the girls’ dorms.
“see you all in the morning,” lily says, earning multiple ‘night’s and ‘sleep well’s from the group.
you yawn in sirius’s lap, catching his notice. “sleepy, love?”
“no, ‘m fine..” you say, drowsiness in your soft voice.
“c’mon lovely,” he ushers as he helps you out of his lap, getting up after you. you lean into his warm body when he stands again. “time to get my lady into bed, fellas, and marlene.”
she throws a glance in his direction as he steers you toward the stairs as well. when you both stop at the base, a mistletoe grows from the high ceiling, catching james and marlene’s attention.
you look up at it before looking at sirius, and your warm cheeks flush again.
“c’mon lovebirds, give us a little show!” marlene calls as sirius grins.
you stand on the first step, now standing slightly taller than him and he looks up at you and in a soft voice murmurs, “can i?”
you nod and his hands move to hold yours as he presses a chaste kiss to your pillowy lips. it’s short but sweet and when he pulls away you're all shy and he just grins at you before kissing the bridge of your nose. “g’night sweetheart,”
you murmur a goodnight before heading up to the girls common room, hearing james and marlene’s teasing of sirius as you go.
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For the person that requested this:
Sam Zablowski x Cheerleader!reader
Hope this is good!!
Oblivious
"Okay, class, today we will pair up for the upcoming project!" The teacher started as she walked in. Everyone groaned. We just came back from spring break and we're starting projects already? Sam Zablowski's leg started bouncing. He didn't really know anyone in this class. Except for her.
Y/N L/N, one of the prettiest cheerleaders in the school. He's went to every basketball game just to see her there. He knows it might be a bit weird but he couldnt help it. She was just that beautiful.
"Okay, Linda, go with Jimmy, Tina with Brenda, Jenna you're with Chole..." The lovestruck boy zoned out and couldnt bring himself to NOT look at her. "Then theres Sam and Y/N. Alright go take your seats next to your partner and start planning out your presentation."
Did he hear that right? Him and Y/N? She turned back to look at him then gathered all her stuff and made her was over. 'Shit shes coming. Did she see me staring? No no no shit shit.' Sam thought in worry
"Hey! How are you?" she asked, taking the seat next to Sam and pulling out her notebook. "Uhm I'm good..You?" "I'm doing fine!" She smiled. "Okay so we only have a bit of time left for the period, so I was wondering if you wanted to work on this after-school? We can go to my place?" The oblivious girl offered.
"Sure." "Cool! So what do you think we should do for the project?" As the two teens discussed the topic, the bell rang. "I'll see you after school Sam! Meet me at the bike racks. Bye!" Y/N smiled as she headed to her next class. God he couldnt get enough of her.
♡ Timeskip:) ♡
As Y/N sat there, waiting for Sam to arrive, she was thinking if she should confess at her house or not. The girl was nervous. Very nervous. Finally Y/N saw him making his way to her. She got up and greeted him with a smile, "Hey. How was classes?" 'How was classes oh my gosh y/n be cool.' She thought.
"They were okay, I guess" He said. "Okay, well the walk to my house is like 5 minutes, so let's go." Y/N said as she nodded her head in the direction her house was. "Alright." He spoke quietly as he walked along side Y/N
When they got to Y/N's house, said hi to siblings and entered her room, Sam couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to kiss her. Like he should just man up and confess, right?
"You can sit down anywhere, just make yourself comfortable," Y/N said as she took off her jacket and hung it. "If you're hungry or thirsty, let me know, I have some snacks and drinks. Oh, and the restrooms right behind you!" "T-thanks" He was able to get out.
"Okay so I was thinking we should get a poster and decorate it with..." Her voice faded out as Sam admired her. To him, she was perfect. How could she not be? She's pretty, kind, respectful, she's a cheerleader.
That's the reason why he thinks she doesn't like him. She's a cheerleader. She has many other guys wanting to date her. It's possible she could like one of them. Not Sam. He's just there. He's not really special. I mean he's in band. That's really it though. And-
"Sam! Are you even listening?" "Huh, oh yea sorry." "Dude are you okay? You seem to be out of it. And your face is pink. C'mere" Y/N brought Sam closer to her and she laid her hand on his forehead. "I mean, your warm." "I-I'm fine! Don't worry about me." "Are you sure?" She asked Leaning in closer. "Yeah I'm okay"
"Can I tell you something?" Sam muttered as she backed away. "Yea, you can tell me anything." "Ummm, " Oh my gosh, was he really gonna do this? Now? "I like you..." he whispered, finding the floor more interesting now. "What?" "I like you, Y/N.." he said a bit, louder. "And it's fine if you don't like me back, I just think you're really cool an-" Sam was cut off by a pair of lips on his. He was surprised but kissed back and slowly smiled into it.
"I like you too, dummy.", Y/N said as she pulled away. "I have since last year if I'm being honest." Sam looked at her truly surprised. "Really?" "Yea, I just thought you were really cute and shit." Sam blushed and asked, "Can I kiss you again?." Y/N smiled softly. "Well I kissed you but yea, you can."
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Published: 04-04-23
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Weakness
Joe Burrow x Reader
You and Joe have your first date
“Can you take a look at my quad?” A familiar voice asks, breaking the silence in the room.
You looked up from your desk and sighed. “I’m working on real therapy plans for players that are actually hurt.” You scoffed.
“How do you know I’m not hurt?” He smirked.
“Because this is the third time you’ve been in here today. And you’ve complained of a different injury each time.” You rolled your eyes.
“This one could be real. Aren’t you even gonna ask me what happened to my leg?” He asks, pulling his shorts up to expose his muscular thigh.
Being the trainer for the Bengals had its perks. You focused your attention back on your computer, doing your best to not stare at the gorgeous man in front of you. “Fine then,” you laughed. “How did you hurt yourself, Joe?”
“Well you see,” he climbed up on the training table next to your desk. “What happened was, I was opening my locker after practice, and the corner of it caught my thigh and gave me a nice cut.”
You turn your head in his direction, doing your best to find a cut along his leg. “I don’t see anything.”
“You’re not even looking.” He whined.
“That’s because I’m working.” You turned your attention back to the computer.
Joe continues trying to get your attention and convince you all 3 of his injuries that he complained of were real.
“Are you even listening?” He asks. You keep focusing on your work. “Fine then, how about a date?” He asks.
That gets your attention. Your sit straight up and turn your head towards him. “What?”
“Ah. Now I’ve got your attention.” He smirks. “What’re you doing tonight?” He asks.
“Ummm.” You stammer, caught off guard.
“Come over to my place, let’s make dinner and hang out.” He climbs off the table. “Does 6 sound good?”
“Yeah…” you nod. “Yeah, that works.”
“See you soon.” He flashes a beautiful smile your way as he walks out of the room.
A few hours later you find yourself knocking on Joes front door.
“Hey.” He smiles and wraps you in a hug. “Come in.”
His house is stunning and way more put together than you imagined. You figured it would be lined with trophies, football jerseys, and sports memorabilia. But it’s not. It’s clean and nicely decorated.
“You ok with Pasta?” He asks, dragging your attention away from his house and back to him.
“Sounds perfect.” You smile and follow him to the kitchen.
It was hard to imagine things being normal at practice on Monday while cooking in the kitchen with Joe. You found yourself starting to like him the more you got to know him. He made you laugh, he was a good story teller, and very personable.
Your long hair was tied in a loose braid over your shoulder. You were barefoot and in leggings and an oversized sweater, absently stirring the pasta sauce with one hand while watching Joe open a bottle of wine next to you.
After pouring you a glass, Joe came over and rested his chin on the top of your head, his arms looped around your waste. In these quiet moments he continually had to stop himself from kissing you.
After dinner, Joe asks you to stay for a movie. You follow him over to the couch before flopping down next to him.
“Thanks for dinner.” You smile.
“Thanks for helping me make it.” He slings an arm around your shoulder and leans in to kiss your cheek. It feels so natural.
He pulls away and lightly strokes your cheek bone.
“What’re you doing?” You can’t help but smile as you look over at him.
“Thinking about how bad I want to kiss you.” He pulls you onto his lap. “So I’m thinking I might do that right now.”
He slides his arms around your waste as your lips are locked together. He’s kissing you like he wants to keep you. And you think you want that too.
“I hate how much I want you.” He pulls back, breathless from the kiss. “It’s a weakness.”
“Then I guess it’ll be a weakness we share.”
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My son my boy (3)
lo'ak and mom reader + sully family and others
Family is everything to you, and when you became a mother, you made a silent vow to never be one of those parents who favored one kid over the others. You have seen the side effects of favoritism in families and how having some kids as golden children will later destroy or weaken relationships. It seems like your spouse had refused to see what they were doing, which resulted in the relationship they have today.
y/n "Let me check on lo'ak and see how he doing, and maybe I can make him a good morning breakfast as well" You had walked into the room to check on lo'ak.
lo'ak " hey mom"
y/n "Hey honey, how long have you been up did you get some sleep"
lo'ak "Yes mama I got some sleep no need to worry I just woke up because I could no longer sleep anymore"
y/n "Are you in any pain tell me on a scale of 1-10"
lo'ak "Five, maybe my legs and arms arch so much"
y/n "Here I have some here that can help you with that" you had found some ointment that could help lo'ak with his pain.
y/n " here put this on your body and it will help but not that much"
lo'ak " yes ma'am"
y/n "Good once we run some tests, we can get you something to eat"
lo'ak " super ... ummm mama"
y/n "Yes my love"
lo'ak " If i want to go outside, can I or no"
y/n "Well maybe let's get a second opinion from Norm and Max, and if they say yes you can, but you will have to take it easy"
lo'ak "Yes ma'am" you had caught lo'ak looking at some of his injuires that had been caused to him, it was just like yesterday.
y/n " what the matter my love"
lo'ak " some of these scars will never fade on me will they"
y/n " sadly no they will heal but will stay on your body as mark"
lo'ak " do you think tsireya will love me for looking like this, hey it be running joke lo'ak the biggest freak on pandora come see him ... the shameful son of Jake sully" lo'ak had started breaking down in tears you soon ran to him and hugged him.
y/n " that girl is already in love with you I think she will love you, even if you different shade of blue or not even blue my son ..... you are my son just because you share DNA with Jake doesn't make him a father at the moment"
lo'ak " thanks mom"
y/n " you welcome" lo'ak had put the ointment on his body, max and norm had came to see him.
max " hey kid it good you are up and active"
y/n " I been keeping him buys for a while as we waited for you two to come"
lo'ak : mom let me toss around these balls and play with this blocks, it very fun to do"
norm " it good she doing that now we are going to run more test today"
lo'ak " understood I asked mom if I can go out today"
max " well it will be for you to get some fun and fresh air verse the windows here"
lo'ak " so that a yes"
y/n " yes"
lo'ak " sweet come on let run these test and I can have breakfast" the three adults had laughed at the situation some test had been ran, and lo'ak had been approved for having some time outside.
y/n " here some breakfast "
lo'ak " sweet wait why did you make so much it four people here ..."
tuk " good morning"
y/n " that why I made more your siblings and spider"
spider " hey bro we came to see you"
lo'ak " hey guys just in time mama got done making breakfast"
kiri " yes can we have some"
y/n " yes I always feed my children"
neteyam " hey you are looking good baby brother"
lo'ak " ......" neteyam seem to understand and soon went to hug his brother, so did tuk as well.
neteyam " well we are here for you and we won't leave you alone"
tuk " I love group hugs they make everything better"
kiri " tsireya and her brothers will join us later ronal wouldn't, let them come with us"
lo'ak " thanks"
lo'ak " oh yes I have some good news I have been approved to, spend some time outside"
kiri " that amazing it will be good to get out and maybe we can find, some ways to help you feel better"
y/n " that will be a good idea"
lo'ak " yes I will love that" The kids had smiled as they soon had ate breakfast with you, along with norm and max. They kids even helped clear off the table and clean up the dishes. They soon left the tent you had become worried about lo'ak and the kids.
norm " they will be okay"
y/n " I want to agree with you norm but things will never be the same, and we both know that is true" norm had places a confronting hand on your shoulders.
With the children
neteyam " hey lo'ak if you don't want them to see you scars and injuries, I can go grab my shall at home for you to wear"
lo'ak " no I'm good neteyam"
neteyam " okay"
???? " good morning" the sully kids and spider had looked up to see tsireya and her brothers standing there.
tsireya " lo'ak you should be resting it not good for you to be out here like this"
lo'ak " don't worry reya I'm good my mom approved of me to come outside, and get some fresh air and sun"
spider " she did but we are all making sure he stay safe"
aonung " wow dude those are some bad looking scars they are very cool... ahhh"
rotxo " really work on your approach on stuff"
aonubg " hey I was being nice right now"
lo'ak " it okay"
rotxo " okay so what did your mom tell you"
lo'ak " she said it will take a couple days for everything to feel better, but some of these scars will fade away as the other are permit on my body" all three teens had become quiet when they heard those words come out from lo'ak mouth.
aonung " wow that serious"
lo'ak " I'm going to learn to live with it and hey I can be similar to payakan a bit now"
tsireya " well I'm happy you found a brightside to this situation lo'ak"
tuk " hey let go play in the water ... wait can you go into the water"
lo'ak " yeah my bandages will be good in the water grandma and mom used some stuff, so I can go into the water but will need to reply later on"
tuk " then come on let lets go" the kids were walking towards the beach now they reached the village. the other kids had walked ahead all expect lo'ak as they soon came across, navi who were outside going on with their day.
navi man " that Jake sully youngest boy he awake"
navi man 2 " yes that him wow he was in the human tent for while"
navi man 3 " look what happened to him that night"
navi women " he has all those injuries and scars"
navi women 2 " they look horrible he lucky enough to be alive"
navi women 3 " I heard his mother had lash out at Jake the other night"
navi women 4 " that poor boy" lo'ak just rolled his eyes and kept on walking with the group, they soon reached the beach and they had started having a good time.
???? " lo'ak" the group had stopped having a fun they heard Jake voice, they all soon looked back to see Jake standing there with tonowari and tsu'tey.
lo'ak " time to face them" lo'ak had soon made his way towards them, getting out of the water but once he was out of the water Jake had placed his hands on lo'ak shoulder.
Jake " I'm happy you are here I'm came here right away to see you"
lo'ak " hello"
tsu'tey " it good to see you my nephew you had us all worried back there"
lo'ak " it good to be out in the open again"
tonowari " young man we are happy to see you are out with your group"
lo'ak " oh yes mama I had deiced it will be for me to get out, as I need more fresh air and sun"
Jake " how are you feel my boy"
lo'ak " well a couple nights I felt horrible you know showing up after all that happened, but looking at myself I still have a long way to go"
tonowari " we can help in anyways possible"
????? " lo'ak" neytiri had came rushing over as ronal and mo'at followed behind her. She soon reach lo'ak and was looking over her she looked sad.
neytiri " my son"
lo'ak " hey mom"
neteyam " hello everyone we had decided to bring lo'ak out for some fun"
mo'at " my grandson I so happy to see you"
lo'ak " I'm happy to see you as well grandmother"
ronal " lo'ak"
lo'ak " ronal"
neytiri " how have you been doing do you and your mom have enough food over there, I cam bring some over for you two"
kiri " they are good mom they have enough food and water over there"
tuk " yes even mama made us breakfast and we ate it with uncle norm and max"
tsu'tey " norm was there"
spider " yes dad had stayed over there to help just in case something happened"
Jake " well I'm happy to hear that maybe I or your mother can stay over and help your mom this night"
kiri " I think you should ask mama first about that dad"
Jake " Son I wanted to say I'm sorry"
lo'ak " ......"
Jake " I didn't mean for what happened that day to end that way, I didn't know as task could ended up so horrible in the end for you... I didn't mean for any of this to happen to you"
tsu'tey " yes lo'ak we are sorry if we knew this will happen we would of never had this happen"
tonowari " yes"
neteyam " what do you mean by all your are saying"
Jake " that day lo'ak was supposed to learn some lesson on respect, and become one of the people he need to stop doing what he was doing for the safety of everyone"
spider " well how did that go"
lo'ak " spider bro it okay I need to say something to them"
spider " okay"
lo'ak " look in the meantime I will be stay with mama I think it will be for the best, she might of told you this last night but I rather stay with her more often then I was before ... I need time to think about everything that has happen from the past to now"
neytiri " think about what"
lo'ak " where my relationship will be like with you five in the future, and maybe with everyone else as well who has spoke bad about me and my mom ... I want to go around acting like everything is okay wen it not okay it might ever be okay"
Jake " lo'ak"
lo'ak " no sir it has to be like this I need to spend time to heal and adapt to my new life, and the surroundings as well"
lo'ak " along with spending time with my siblings, friends, and payakan"
mo'at " yes the boy will need this discover more about himself after the events that unfolded"
neytiri " if that what you wish we can make that happen but there most be some way we ..."
mo'at " there no way the great mother has deemed this the boy journey to adulthood, and become one of the people there nothing you or anyone olo'eythan and tshaik can do about it"
???? " what going on here" everyone soon looked and saw you are standing there, and you looked very serious as you walked towards the children
y/n " lo'ak and kids are you all okay"
the kids " yes"
y/n " good go bye all of you I will have some words with the adults"
neteyam " mama"
y/n " go it will be fine hey why don't you caught some fish for dinner tonight, I know of good recipe for fish"
lo'ak " okay come on guys and hey I need the arm practice" the kids soon walked away but not before looking back at the five adults, that have caused lo'ak all this pain.
Jake " y/n I'm ...."
y/n " Jake you can say sorry as many times you can but right now, you need to give lo'ak the space and time he needs he needs to heal psychical and mentally"
Jake " yes we understand and during that time we will be here for him"
y/n " good"
neytiri " ma y/n we really love you and lo'ak"
y/n " neytiri I really want to believe you and Jake when you say, that you love us but after what has happened in the past and now it hard to believe that love is true"
neytiri " ma y/n"
y/n " we will co parent the children and have a civil relationship, and just maybe there will be something for us in the future" neytiri wanted to cry but she felt like, she didn't have any rights to cry at the moment.
y/n " I have to go for now please don't force anything on the kids any of them, and if I heard you all have then we will have bigger problems and I don't care about rank"
tuk " hey mama can you come help me"
y/n " sure sweetie take heart to what has been said today" you soon turned around and went towards the kdis, the group had watched you laugh and having a good time with them.
mo'at " I ashamed of you all today you all lost the respect of love form out only one child but many of them, and the love a women had once had for you two ... I thought you all could be better but it seems like I was wrong"
neytiri " mother we didn't ..."
y/n " you meant enough my daughter many relationships are now destroyed with children and parents along with mates ... I hope you all can enjoy the out come of what has happened today" mo'at didn't say anything else as she soon walked away, the five adults had soon left to their responsibility for the day but nothing was good for them. That night you had dinner with the kids and norm it was easy to see, that many relationships were not going to be okay, after the events that had unfolded life will never be the same.
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worm games
sypnosis : you ask tsukishima an extremely important question
warnings : swearing, light hearted teasing, “i hate you” as a joke, cuddling?? tsukishima almost makes reader late 😒
w/c : 0.35k
pairing : tsukishima x gn!reader
disclaimer : in no way am i saying i own any haikyuu characters at all, all characters belong to haruichi furudate!
a/n : this might be ooc but idc!! pls give feedback btw this is my first hq post 😣😣
“hey kei?” you ask, as you rearrange your position to wrap your arms around him.
he places his hand on your back, entangling your legs together.
“yes?” he responds, a soft smile growing on his face.
“would you still love me if i was a worm?”
he breaks out into laughter at your question, the hand previously on your back, now covering his mouth.
“what kind of question is that love?”
“just answer it kei!” you hit his shoulder softly.
“i mean did you turn into a worm randomly or were you just born a worm?”
“ummm.. if i randomly turned into a worm.” you confirm, nodding your head.
“i would take care of you yeah.”
“but you wouldn’t love me?”
“who said i loved you now?”
you roll your eyes, “whatever, im leaving, i have a class in two hours.” you grab the blanket, tossing it over to his side to get out. tsukishima quickly grabs your hand, pulling you back in.
“kei! i might be late!”
“i love you, you know that right?” he wraps his arm around your waist again, legs encasing yours.
“yes i do, now let me go so i can go get ready!” you attempt to escape his grasp, but you can’t.
damn those volleyball muscles. you think, reluctantly giving up letting the warmth of the blanket engulf you two.
comfortable silence overtakes the room, the drowsiness of sleeping slowly crawls back to you.
“if you were a worm, i would love you very much even then. i would even play worm games with you.” he chuckles at his own statement, patiently waiting for your reply.
“what the hell are worm games?” you ask, turning to face him.
“i don’t know,” he quickly changes the subject, “don’t you have a class? why are you still in bed?” he smirks at you, ripping the blanket that had been covering both of you.
“i hate you so much.” you roll your eyes, heading inside the bathroom.
“you know you love me.” he follows you, smirk still evident on his face as he stands behind you as you grab your toothbrush.
“yeah i do, now get out!” you push him out the bathroom, locking the door.
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QB1 - Part 2
Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader
Warnings: 18+ / Smut
Description: This is part 2 of QB1
A/N: I got a little long-winded with this follow-up so I'm breaking it into 2 parts. I should have part 3 up within the next few days.
Edit: Nevermind! 😋 (I removed a link to a slightly porny illustration).
Part 3 is now up : QB1 - Part 3
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February 18, 2023
You cram a few more shirts in a moving box and tape it closed, rolling your eyes as your phone chirps, thinking it's your mom again. You grab your phone, your eyes going wide when you see who the text is from.
Joe: Hey. You okay?
Your entire body reacts, your pulse jumping and your breaths coming hard and fast as you contemplate the text from Joe. It had been a week since y'all got together in Phoenix, and you were starting to think you'd never hear from him again. Starting to think you were just an easy lay for him and nothing more. I mean, sure, you could've called him but that would've seemed desperate, right?
Joe: Call me?
The question mark makes you question yourself. Does he really want me to call, you wonder, shaking your head to clear it. "Just do it," you mumble, your hands shaking a little as you hit his number.
"Hey," he answers quickly. "How are you?"
"I'm … okay. I broke up with QB2. I'm packing my shit and moving back home so …"
"Wow, really? That's great. I … ummm … do you need any help?"
"No thanks. I don't have much here except some clothes and shoes. I've already mailed a few boxes home; I just have a few more to go."
"What's your plan?"
You take a deep breath before answering. "I'm gonna move back home to my podunk hometown -- my parents are more than happy to take me back in luckily -- and I'm gonna finish my bachelor's degree. I can easily finish up in the fall semester. After that I have no fucking idea." You chew your lip as the silence stretches out before Joe speaks.
"That's great. You're making the right choice."
"Thanks."
"Listen … sounds like you'll have the spring and summer off … so … why don't you come visit me?"
"I'm gonna be getting a part-time job."
"Okay. Maybe we can work around that? I'd love to see you."
"I don't know if that's a good idea," you mutter.
"Why not?"
"I'm just …" You heave a sigh. "I don't know, Joe. I'm a little afraid of how I feel about you."
"How do you feel about me?" he asks.
"I can't stop thinking about you, and …"
"Good," he interrupts. "I feel the same way. Come visit me."
Nine days later -- after barely taking any time to unpack your boxes in your old childhood bedroom -- you're jetting toward Cincinnati, sitting in first class at Joe's insistence, sipping Champagne and wondering how your life has taken such a drastic turn. "Don't question it," you mumble, killing the rest of the bubbly as the plane starts its descent into CVG.
Thirty minutes later you're striding through the concourse then out into the cool, blustery day, quickly sliding into Joe's car as he stashes your wheelie bag in his back seat.
"Think anybody recognized you?" you ask, glancing at him as he pulls into traffic; he's wearing gray sweatpants, a light blue sweatshirt, backwards cap & sunglasses. Pretty much looking like sex-on-legs, as usual.
He flashes you a cocky grin, resting a big hand on your thigh before answering. "Maybe," he shrugs, squeezing your thigh in a way that sets off butterflies in your stomach.
"Well, hopefully nobody recognized me," you mutter.
"You ashamed to be seen with me?" Joe asks.
"No … it's just …"
"You're worried dickhead is gonna find out?"
"Yeah," you admit. "I just don't want him making trouble for you."
"He won't do shit to me," Joe snorts. "Or you," he continues, his tone turning icy.
"It's just … he's suspicious that I left him a week after you 'got me safely back to the hotel' in Phoenix. I lied and told him nothing happened between us. I told him I'd been thinking about leaving him for a long time, which is true, but I know he thinks you had a hand in it."
"Oh, I def had a hand in it." He shoots you a glance, his lips curling up in a naughty grin. "A hand, a tongue, a cock …"
"Joe!" you squeal, swatting his arm playfully while he graces you with a dirty laugh, the lusty sound sending a sizzle of heat down your spine.
"Seriously though," Joe clears his throat. "Don't worry about him, okay?"
"Okay," you agree timidly.
The sun disappears behind a large cloud and Joe slides his sunglasses off, stowing them in the center console before returning his hand to your thigh, nestling it against your crotch. "You look gorgeous," he purrs, giving you a quick up and down look before returning his gaze to the highway.
"Thanks," you whisper, swallowing hard and looking down at your outfit; you're wearing black leggings, a slinky black turtleneck (no bra), a plum colored mini trench and black knee high boots with just enough heel to make your legs and ass look amazing. Your gaze focuses on Joe's hand on your thigh as your mind wanders:
For the last several days leading up to this visit, y'all had spent a few hours a day on the phone, talking about everything from movies to music to books to food, among many other topics, happy to realize your tastes lined up very nicely. Y'all had also had a very adult conversation where you told him you got an IUD and a full STI panel, eventually exchanging info. to set the stage for unprotected sex.
You bite your lip and give a quick glance in his direction, your pulse reacting when he turns his head and gives you a naughty wink. You feel your heartbeat throbbing in your throat, in your core, the thought of having his big cock inside you with no barriers making you a little dizzy with anticipation.
You try to act somewhat normal as he pulls into his garage and hops out of the car, quickly grabbing your bag and ushering you into the house, his big hand on the small of your back feeling like an unspoken promise.
"This is really nice," you say, taking in his modern decor, mostly black, gray and white. Not a lot of frills but very attractive. Kind of like the man himself.
"Thanks," he murmurs, his gaze raking over you slowly as he walks toward you. Sex literally radiates off of this man, you think to yourself as you unbutton your mini trench and shrug it off, biting your lip as Joe's gaze immediately drops to your hard nipples poking through your slinky shirt; you slowly turn and walk toward the sofa, putting a little extra swish in your hips knowing his gaze will be drawn to your ass showcased in your tight leggings. You come to a halt just behind the black leather sofa, draping your coat over the back and smiling when you feel Joe behind you.
"I told myself I needed to have a little self-control and not pounce on you the second I got you alone, but you're making it really hard, baby girl," he groans, pushing your hair aside to press a hot kiss against the back of your neck.
"How hard?" you whisper, arching your back just enough to press your ass against his crotch, a sizzle of arousal pulsing through you as you feel his erection against your plump cheeks. His reaction ignites something deep inside you, and you bite your lip as you shamelessly grind against him, the noises he makes causing all of your pleasure points to throb. As if reading your mind, he reaches a hand around and cups your crotch, nestling a finger into your spandex-covered slit while grinding the heel of his hand against your clit.
"I don't think we're gonna make it to the bedroom," he states, sucking the sensitive skin just below your ear while using his free hand to pinch one of your nipples. "Is that okay with you?"
"Yes, sir," you whimper, your head spinning a bit at how fast he turns you around to face him; he quickly pushes your leggings and panties down to your knees, stopping when he encounters your tall boots.
"Good enough for now," he mutters, dropping to his knees while slowly licking his lips. The way he looks in that backwards cap has already got you halfway there before his talented tongue and fingers get to work. "Fuck," you breathe, bracing yourself against the top of the sofa as he licks a long stripe up your slit, using his thumbs to spread you open as he pumps his tongue in and out. He teases you for a bit before sliding a finger deep inside. "So tight," he murmurs as he adds a second finger, fluttering his tongue over your clit before sucking it into his mouth, his icy-hot gaze locked on yours as you start to lose control.
"I'm close," you whine, leaning more of your weight against the sofa as your legs start to tremble. He expertly curls his fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot while devouring your clit in a way that draws a throaty moan from your lips, your entire body convulsing as your climax hits.
After several heartbeats, you eventually draw enough air to speak. "My God," you pant, shaking your head in awe. "You are really fucking good at that."
"Thanks," he purrs. "I've been fantasizing about it since Phoenix.
"Me too," you whisper, biting your lip at the feral look in his eyes.
When your core finally stops squeezing his fingers, he slides them out and lifts them to his mouth, sucking them clean. "I've been fantasizing about something else too," he states, unzipping your boots and pulling them off before sliding off your leggings, panties and socks. He stands up and pulls his hat and sweatshirt off, a fringe of tousled curls tumbling onto his forehead as he steps forward and grabs you around the waist; you gasp as he easily picks you up and sets you on the back of the oversized sofa, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his mouth captures yours.
Heat rushes through you as his tongue slides between your lips; you suck it into your mouth, moaning at the taste of your own arousal. "You taste so fucking good, don't you?" he growls, swirling his hot tongue around yours as you hum your approval, every nerve in your body throbbing at the lust in his tone.
"Hold on tight to me for a second," he says, waiting on you to grab his shoulders before releasing his hold on you, quickly shoving his sweatpants and underwear down to mid-thigh before wrapping one arm around you again.
"Not sure I can balance up here," you whisper, feeling like you're one false move away from a Humpty Dumpty moment, but all coherent thoughts vanish as he slides the tip of his erection through your slick folds, gathering wetness before pushing just inside.
"You don't need to balance; I've got you." He slowly inches his hard length inside you, his eyelids fluttering closed at the delicious friction. "Feel so good, baby," he groans, "so hot and wet for me."
You know exactly what he's thinking because you're thinking it too -- it's the first time he's fucked you raw, and the reality of the sensation is even better than the fantasy; he's thicker and longer than QB2 with prominent veins that tickle your walls with each thrust.
You gasp as he drops his mouth down onto a hard nipple, licking and sucking through the slinky fabric of your shirt. "Lose your shirt for me," he orders, immediately latching onto a bare nipple when you do his bidding. He moves back and forth between your sensitive peaks, driving you crazy with his lips and tongue while taking your breath away with slow, deep thrusts. QB2 would never do this, you think to yourself. Anything less than a D cup wasn't worth his attention according to him.
Joe switches his angle a bit and picks up his pace, rolling his hips forward with smooth, steady strokes, his eyes locked on the sensual display between your thighs. You're mesmerized by the look on his face as he watches his glistening cock slide in and out of your slick heat. You whimper at the intensity of the moment and his gaze immediately captures yours. "I'm close," he groans, thrusting harder while reaching a hand down to play with your clit. "Me too," you breathe, digging your fingers into his muscular arms, making a noise between a moan and a scream when he pinches your clit and buries his cock deep inside you. Your vision goes hazy as your climax hits; Joe gives a few more thrusts before following you over the edge, the hot spurts of his release making your walls clench harder before finally tapering off.
After a minute of mutual heavy breathing, you squirm a little and Joe lifts you off the sofa and sets you back on your feet, keeping his hands firmly on your waist as you smile up at him. "I hope you didn't hurt your back or pull a muscle holding me up like that. I'm not exactly skinny."
"You're luscious," he purrs. "Absolutely mouthwatering," he continues, yanking his undies and sweatpants up before quickly grabbing his sweatshirt to clean you up.
You give him a wry look as he tosses the sweatshirt back on the floor. "Well, at least the sofa was supporting some of my weight, so that's prob why it didn't seem so bad."
"Woman, you're crazy as hell if you think you weigh a lot." He gives you a devilish grin before grabbing you; you squeal as he picks you up bridal-style and lifts you up and down like he's doing bicep curls.
"Put me down before you hurt yourself," you giggle, laughing even harder when he turns and walks to the stairs, easily taking them two at a time while you squeeze your eyes closed and hold on tight. He strides into the master bedroom and eases you down onto the king-sized bed, stretching his long length out beside you. "Okay, I get it. You're strong as hell," you laugh. "I'll never question you again."
"Yes, I'm strong, but you don't weigh very much."
You grimace and break eye contact. "I've spent a lot of time being told I'm chunky with boobs that are too small for my body. It'll take a while to get over that."
"Do you ever wonder why he said those things?" Joe pushes up onto an elbow and looks down at you. "Like, if he really believed all of that shit then why didn't he just break up with you?" You shrug as he continues. "I'll tell you why. -- He said those things to destroy your self-esteem, so you wouldn't realize you're WAY too fucking good for him and leave his ass in the dust."
The earnestness in his expression makes you tear up as he forges ahead. "You're exquisitely beautiful, okay? Like, drop dead sexy. You're all I've been able to think about since that night in Phoenix." A tear rolls down your cheek and he quickly wipes it away. "Please don't shed any more tears over that asshole," he whispers, wiping another tear as it falls. "They're actually happy tears," you sigh, smiling when his eyebrows fly up. "Oh, well by all means keep crying," he states, laughing before pulling you into a tight hug.
You lie like that for several minutes until your stomach growls loudly. "Oops," you giggle, more than a little embarrassed. "I was kind of nervous this morning so I didn't eat much breakfast."
He hops off the bed. "I promised you a home-cooked dinner when you got here, and instead I ravished you the second you stepped through the door and then made you cry. Pretty shitty hosting on my part." You smile at the twinkle in his pretty eyes as he looks down at you. "I've thoroughly enjoyed your hosting so far, Mr. Burrow. Ten out of ten would def recommend."
"Glad to hear it," he winks. "Listen, I'm gonna run downstairs and grab your stuff and bring it up here, then I'll take a quick shower and go start dinner. You wanna just rest for a bit?"
"I think I'll take a bubble bath. I brought my fav bubbles. Then I'll help you with dinner."
"Absolutely not. You just relax in the tub."
Before you can protest, he's striding out the door. You ease off the bed and walk into the bathroom, smiling at your reflection in the large mirror. Well fucked, you think to yourself. That's how I look. You notice the master bath has a large jacuzzi tub and a separate large shower. "Fancy," you whisper, smiling when Joe breezes into the bathroom carrying your clothes, boots, wheelie bag and a large goblet of red wine. "Pinot noir," he says, swirling the glass before handing it to you. "Not too dry, not too sweet. That's what you like, right?"
"Yes, sir," you say, taking a hearty swig while maintaining eye contact. "Mmmm," you moan, sucking your full bottom lip before giving him a faux-innocent smile.
He raises an eyebrow before leaning down to press his lips against your ear. "I intend to fuck you all night, but I'm gonna feed you dinner first." He nips your earlobe just enough to make you gasp. "Does that sound good to you?"
"Yes, sir," you repeat, a little more breathless than before.
"Good," he states, squeezing your ass as he walks to the tub and turns on the faucet. "Check the temp real quick then grab your bubbles," he orders, stopping in his tracks when he notices the look on your face. "Am I being too bossy?"
"No," you murmur, taking another sip of wine. "You're taking charge. I like it."
He gives you a sultry smile. "Glad to hear it." He turns the shower on to heat up, quickly stripping his sweatpants and undies off before stepping in. You grab your bubbles and pour some under the running faucet, surreptitiously glancing at Joe as he lathers up. Thank God for clear shower enclosures, you think to yourself, turning the tub faucet off before easing into the frothy, fragrant bath.
You watch through half-mast eyelids as Joe hops out of the shower and grabs a towel, his muscles flexing as he quickly dries off. His body is a fucking work of art, you think to yourself, holding your breath as he approaches you in all of his naked glory.
"You want the jacuzzi jets on?" he asks, looming over you in a way that puts his impressive goods on display. "Yeah," you breathe, giggling when he hits the button to fire up the jacuzzi. "That tickles," you squeak, shifting your body until you hit a good position. "Ohhhh, yeah that's nice," you moan, smiling when Joe leans down to give you a kiss.
"Later on we're gonna have a lot of fun in this tub," he promises, giving you another quick kiss before pulling on a pair of slinky black track pants -- no undies -- and a purple long-sleeve tee. "Just relax for now. I'm gonna go fire up the grill," he says, giving you a wink before striding out the door.
He pops back in a few minutes later with a small bowl. "Roasted cashews," he says, setting them on the edge of the tub. "Thanks. My favs," you smile, immediately popping one in your mouth. "I know," he grins, looking super proud of himself before breezing back out of the bathroom.
"That man is better than therapy," you whisper to yourself, tossing a few nuts in your mouth as you sink farther down in the frothy bubbles.
About thirty minutes later you walk downstairs, feeling relaxed and refreshed in a pair of slinky black lounge pants with matching long-sleeve top (no bra).
Joe gives you a smile as he walks in from the back patio. "The steaks need a few more minutes. They're kind of thick," he continues, quickly washing and drying his hands.
"Good, I prefer thick meat," you purr, giving a pointed look at his crotch before recapturing his gaze. His mouth drops open a little before he takes two long strides and leans down for a kiss. "Hold that thought," he whispers against your wine-red lips. "I might burn the steaks if you keep giving me dirty thoughts."
"Sorry," you giggle, shaking your head at your OTT antics. "Something about you makes me feel like a rabid sex kitten, but I'll try and tone it down until after dinner."
"I love your rabid sex kitten ways," he laughs, opening the fridge to pull out a bag of salad. "I need to toss the salad real quick before I bring the steaks in."
"Let me toss your salad," you tease, giving him a filthy wink and sucking your lip in a fully obscene way.
His mouth drops open as you cackle with laughter. "Sorry!" you chortle. "I promise I'll behave."
"Just until after dinner, right?"
"Yeah," you agree, taking a deep breath before finishing off your goblet of wine. "I've only had one glass of wine and I'm acting up," you sigh, grinning when he grabs the bottle of Pinot and pours you another goblet full, giving you a wink before heading outside to grab the steaks off the grill.
Several minutes later you're sitting at the dining table while Joe serves the food. "Grilled steaks, loaded baked potatoes, Caesar salad and garlic bread."
You smile at him as he rattles off the menu. "All of my favs," you say, moaning in delight as you chew a bite of steak. "This is the best steak I've ever had. My dad is gonna be so jealous when he finds out you grill a better steak than him."
"Might wanna keep that to yourself," he laughs, taking a sip of wine before continuing. "Tell me about your parents."
Y'all spend the next couple of hours exchanging stories about your parents and your hometowns, eventually moving into the living room to sit on the sofa in front of the fire Joe built in the fireplace. You take a sip of wine and -- to your horror -- accidentally blurt out a thought that flashes into your mind. "QB2 looked down his nose at my parents. He thought he was so much better than them since he has a proper university degree and they don't."
"Well, he's a pretentious prick so who cares what he thinks?" Joe snorts, throwing another log on the fire before rejoining you on the sofa.
"Sorry I mentioned him," you mutter, your eyes going wide when Joe leans forward and gives you a quick kiss. "Don't apologize," he breathes against your lips, giving you another kiss before leaning back. "It's gonna take time for you to process that shitshow of a relationship. It's best to just lay it all out there so we can work through it together."
"You're too good to be true. QB2 got jealous as hell anytime I mentioned another man, no matter how innocently."
"Small dick energy," Joe quips, giving you a knowing smile. "Now … really tell me about your parents. The truth, not the glossy version you've curated for pretentious small dick pricks." He raises an eyebrow. "That kinda sounds like the title of a dirty Dr. Seuss book."
You laugh as Joe pours a bit more wine in your glass before pouring the rest of the ruby-red liquid into his goblet. "Well … my dad went to trade school to be a mechanic; he can fix literally anything -- cars, trucks, lawnmowers, washing machines, the space shuttle." Joe chuckles along with you as you continue. "My mom did a two year degree at community college, basically learning how to help my dad keep his books and do invoicing and stuff like that." You take a sip of wine and stare into the fire. "They've made a good life for themselves, nothing fancy but they own their house and cars outright, have a nice amount saved up for retirement and don't have any credit card debt." You shrug. "Pretty much the American dream in this economy."
"Damn right," Joe agrees. "They sound amazing."
"They are." You heave a sigh before continuing. "Being an only child I felt a lot of pressure, mostly self-inflicted, to be perfect and do things the way they wanted." You shrug. "They both really wanted me to go to university. They started a fund before I was even born, so by the time I graduated high school I didn't have to take out loans or rely on scholarships." You blink back tears as you continue. "And I really loved university; I was really good at it, too, knocking on a 4.0 when QB2 convinced me to drop out. They did all of that for me and I basically spit in their face by dropping out a semester short of getting my degree."
"Listen," Joe states, setting both of your wine glasses on the coffee table before scooting closer to you. "Think of it like this … you sat on the sideline for a couple of years, but BOOM, coach just called your number and you're back on the field like you never missed a beat. You just gotta get back in there and handle business."
"We talking about football or university?" you chuckle.
"Both. I know what it feels like to sit on the sideline for a few years. I got a second chance and I never looked back. You can do the same."
He pulls you into a tight hug as you sniff back tears. "When this whole NFL quarterback thing ends, you should be a coach or a motivational speaker," you sigh. "You're really good at it."
"Thanks," he murmurs, laying you back on the sofa while kissing a hot trail up your sensitive neck. "Let me show you what else I'm really good at."
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