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millyhelp · 2 months

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Jason had just woken up. the large arm stretched out so he could pull you by the waist and snuggle you into him. Your side of the bed was empty and cold. Your cell phone wasn't on the nightstand.

Where are you?

Panic broke out in Jason's mind, making the post-sleep haze disappear. You never wake up before him.

Jason stood up with only his black Versace underwear on his body. He went to the bathroom, you weren't there, he went to the office and you weren't there. He always kept weapons hidden around the apartment and this was a time when he picked up a 9mm that was under a corner table in the apartment's hallway.

"Where are you?..." Jason's voice sounded shaky. His hands were tight on the gun in his hands.

He went to the kitchen and walked through the living room, guest room, you were nowhere to be found.

Did she leave me? Could it be that she abandoned me? What did I do wrong?

Jason ran his hands through his hair. No sign of you. Not your purse, not your keys, nothing. For a moment he thought you were just a dream, but no, the nail marks that burned on his back and the hickeys along his chest and abs proved otherwise.

The sound of the door unlocking made him alert at the front door. It opened and there you were. A sigh of relief left Jason's lips. He ran over to you and pulled you towards him.

"Jay-oh, hey..." The bags that were in your hand fell to the floor and you struggled to close the door and hug Jason then. Thick tears that Jason had no idea he was shedding before you arrived wet your shoulder.

"Where-" a sob left Jason's lips "Where were you?"

"I just went to buy things to make you lunch, babe..." You ran your hands welcomingly along Jason's back. He was holding you tight to his body. "You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn't want to wake you up."

her smell. she is here. she didn't leave. I'm not alone. it's her. she is here.

"I'm here now, it's okay." You kissed his neck sweetly and he whimpered. "I'm here..."

"Dont leave me... please..." he whispered

"i won't. im sorry for not waking you up." Jason looked into your eyes. The arms were still around you, you felt cold metal on your back. "What is that?"

Jason remembered he still had the pistol in his hand. He showed you and you looked at him in surprise.

"I thought someone took you from me." The face, red and wet with tears, spoke with melancholy. "I would kill anyone who tried to take you from me."

your heart pounded in your chest. He really thought someone had taken you or that you were gone. You took the bags in your hands. "Come with me. Let's leave this in the kitchen and I'll go back to bed with you, put that gun away, it's not necessary." You said sweetly and kissed Jason's cheek.

Jason nodded. He still had one hand on your waist, he wasn't going to let you go anywhere soon.

you walked to the kitchen and placed the bags on the counter. Jason put the gun next to the things and hugged you from behind while you took the things you bought out of the bag.

his large slender fingers caressed your belly while he watched you attentively and in silence taking things away. Jason's thoughts were lost on you and only you. the way you moved, everything about you gave him peace of mind, his mind wasn't an enemy when you were present.

"a penny for your thoughts." You said with a smile on your lips.

"You."

"Me?" You giggled and felt Jason nod and then felt him rest his chin on your left shoulder.

"Yes." He whispered. "What will you do?"

"a brazilian dish. feijoada is the name." You sigh when you manage to finish taking everything out of the bags.

"hmm." Jason mutters. "can we go to bed now?"

you took Jason's hand and guided him to the bedroom. You only realized that he was only in his underwear when you took off your dress and lay down in just your bra and panties.

You opened your arms to Jason and he buried his face in the middle of your breasts. "Would you kill a kidnapper with just your underwear on?"

"Mhm..." He muttered and you giggled. Jason squeezed your hips, pulling you closer, if that was possible.

"Don't ever do that again..." he said quietly "Never leave again without at least telling me, please..."

"I promise." You kissed Jason's forehead and he buried his face in the valley of your breasts again.

he was finally at peace again and could go back to having a peaceful sleep while in your arms.

#millyhelp thoughts~#jason todd #jason todd fluff #jason todd angst #jason todd x reader #jason todd oneshot #red hood x reader #jason todd smut

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mmelionsblog · 5 months

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Sleepy Time [Mike Schmidt x Reader]

A/N: we love Mike

Mike finally got home around 7 am the morning you were having trouble with finding Abby’s favorite jacket. You two were almost gonna run late, when Mike came back with the car you two share. “We should check Mike’s car!” Abby yelled, running out the door and having a confused look on Mike’s face towards you. “What are we looking for?” He asked you.

“Her jacket.” He oh’d. “Yeah it’s in my car,” he sheepishly chuckled out. You shook your head, “then let’s go take Abby to school.” You both walked back out, Mike’s hand loosely placed on your lower back, Abby was already in the back of the car, grinning widely as she placed her maroon jacket on her body.

Mike as the amazing perfect boyfriend he was, opened the side door for you. “Thank you,” you grinned at him, he hummed and closed the door to go on the other side. “Ready for school Abs?” Mike asked his sister. She nodded, “we’re having a substitute today. Ms said she’s having to go to the doctor’s today due to her daughter having a baby!” Abby rambled.

“Oh yeah I forgot about that, tell ms swats that I congratulate her and her daughter.” You spoke, looking behind you to Abby. She nodded. “Is it the same substitute from the last time?” Mike asked her. She frowned, “yeah. That is the one thing I will dislike for today. She is so mean! She reminds me of our aunt.” She huffed. You and Mike shared a look, then both laughed out. “It’s not funny…” she pouted, “it can’t be all too bad now?” You giggled out, “it is horrrendous!” she cried.

Mike parked the car near the curb then looked back at Abby, as well did you. “Well, we hope you have a splendid day today even if the sub reminds you of our hooorrreendous aunt.” Mike rolled out, the same way Abby did.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Har har har,” she sarcastically laughed. “Bye (n/n),” she said, giving you an awkward hug from the back. “Bye Mike!” She waved at him, he pouted. “Where’s my hug?” And there she goes, already out the door and skipping her way to the class.

“I swear it feels like she loves you more than me sometimes,” he joked. “She loves us both,” you placed your hand on his thigh lovingly, he looked over to see if Abby finally made her way in the building and he could see a glimpse of her pink shiny backpack make its way in. He nodded, “alright. Let’s go home.” He grabbed the hand on his thigh, kissed it and held it lovingly the rest of the drive.

The two of you finally made the way home, Mike jogging to your side and helping you out of the car. He carried you bridal style, his lips turning into a smile. He opened the door and slammed it quickly, locking it and going to the room. He plopped you onto the bed, lowering himself to the bottom of the bed to take of your shoes, he massaged your feet a bit, taking your socks off and kissing your ankle lovingly.

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled. He crawled his way back up to you, wrapping his arms after he took off his joggers and jacket, left alone in his shirt and boxers. He wrapped his arms finally around your waist, his legs tangled with yours. You loved this position, him on top of you as he gave you warmth.

“But I’m your dork,” he mumbled into your neck. You could feel his hot breath all over you, as you played with his brown,dark, curly hair. “Mhhh, keep doing that. It feels good.” He whispered again. “Okay,” you giggled softly.

You kissed the top of his head, humming a random song to help him sleep. You didn’t care if you’d be trapped here for another hour or so, you loved moments like these. “I love you Mike,” you mumble, closing your eyes.

“I love you.”

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson #fnaf freddy #fnaf chica #fnaf foxy #fnaf bonnie #fnaf vanessa #fnaf abby #abby schmidt

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cherryc1nnam0n · 6 months

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Before you go, baby | Dark!Ethan Landry x Afab!Reader

Part 2

Summary: You're going away for college, so before you go, Ethan has a gift for you

Cw: Kinda dark, smut, virginity loss, P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampie, excessive cumming, mentions of pregnancy, kind of manipulative Ethan(?, baby trapping, oral sex (fem receiving), tittie play and sucking

This was it, your time to go, your final chance to say goodbye before you left to college in 3 days, you had to say goodbye to everyone

Specifically your best friend Ethan, who would be the hardest to say goodbye to

"I have to go Ethan, this is my chance" you said happily but also with sadness in your heart

He looked at you through his lashes, hiding something in them

"Come over to my house" he said grabbing your hand.

"Hmmmm, okay, but for what?"

He suggestively nodded his head and you got his cue

"Ethan, you really wanna... Fuck me?"

He nodded his head, his hand going down to your hip

"As a last gift, before I lose my chance" He said bitting his lip

"But Ethan..." You whined and he went into your neck, nudging your jaw with his nose

"Come on, just one time and you can go babe, please?"

"But nothing will change between us right?" He shook his head "Fine, when can I go?"

"Right now, let's go" he said eagerly, you giggled and walked with him

...........................................................

Between kisses and cute words and whispers, you were tangled with Ethan on his bed

"I do need to tell you, I'm a virgin" you said pushing him away by his chest, that toned chest with his abs and strong arms

"That's okay, I'll be gentle with you baby"

His mouth went on exploring your neck and tits, sucking on them softly but still making you moan while looking into your eyes, a thing he loved to do

"Fuck baby, you got such cute tits" he said jiggling them, you giggled and looked away

"Shut uuuup" you whined

His giggles gave you 10 years more of life

His nose nudged down onto your legs, where he spread them, he was in awe of your pussy, so cute and pink

"Looks delicious, my next meal"

"You're so goofy" you said giggling

"Only for you"

He dived into your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth, shaking his head while he did so, moaning into your pussy, his eyes rolling back

"Ethan, fuck!" You grabbed his curls, digging him deeper into your pussy

"You've never experienced this have you?" He said licking your pussy

You shook your head "N-no, feels so good"

He smiled before going back to eating you out

His hips kept rutting into his bed, trying to relieve his aching boner, he was so turned on from eating your pussy

"Fuck Ethan, fuck me please"

He kissed your mound, then your belly pudge, then between your boobs, then your chest and then your lips, deep and slow

"I need to fuck you so bad baby"

You should've known

"Fuck baby, need to feel your warmth" he said whimpering into your ear, rubbing his wet dick around your entrance

You should've known

"Yes, yes, fuck me please"

But you were so turned on, lost in the feeling

"Fuck, so warm and tight"

You were a virgin, of course you never used birth control, why?

"Fuck baby, keep sucking me in like that, fuck gonna fucking cum soon"

"Ethan, please!"

And he knew and took advantage of that

"Fuck you feel so good baby, so warm around me I'm gonna bust"

"Please fill me up"

And he knew you would back to him when you knew

"I'm so close baby, so so close, gonna cum inside you baby, gonna breed you baby"

And then you would be all his'

"Oh fuck baby, I'm cumming fuck I'm cumming so much baby, I've never cummed this much. It's fucking dripping out of you"

All his'

Some months later...

You dropped the pregnancy test on the floor, it was a positive

And you knew who the father was...

"Hello?"

"Ethan..." You sobbed "I'm pregnant..."

#ethan landry ghostface #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #scream vi #scream 6 #dark!ethan landry

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ravenromanova · 7 months

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Alpha please…

Pairings: Alpha Bucky x Female Omega reader

Warnings: SMUT!!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE!! Mentions of killing, Breeding kink, Oral, Daddy kink, pet names (bunny) nipple play, clit play, METAL ARM KINK!!!! Dom bucky! DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDER 18+!!

Summary: After a stressful mission Bucky just needs his omega.

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It had been a grueling mission for Bucky. Normally he was in and out without a problem but this time was different. From the moment he walked into the facility he was swarmed by hydra agents. They tried so hard to get their beloved solider back. And unfortunately for them they felt his wrath as he slaughtered all the agents who came at him. He left over a hundred bodies in his wake as he went to get the data he came for.

Once he had finally gotten the data he got on the jet and made his way home to you. Bucky had landed at the compound and went to quickly debrief with Fury before he headed to your shared apartment. Luckily for him the debriefing didn’t take long and he was on his motorcycle on his way home soon.

His thoughts were flooded with his omega as he zipped through the dark streets of new york. Bucky couldn’t wait to smell you again, to touch you, and most importantly he couldn’t wait to fuck you. It hasn’t been that long in all honesty but half a day without you felt like eternity. So he impatiently waited as he made his way to you.

You were at home cooking dinner for you and your alpha when you had smelled him. His pine and rain water scent flooded your nostrils before he even walked in the door. You grew impatient as you opened the door right as he was going to unlock it. The door opened and his gaze met yours and his blue eyes softened when he saw his omega. There you were in all your glory, Messy bun, one of his hoodies and sleep shorts.. God you looked so good.

“Omega” He growled happily and then picked you up by your waist to spin you around. “I missed you” The words are hoarse and husky as the passes his lips and it sends chills down your spine.

“I missed you too alpha” You giggle when he lays you down on the leather couch and attacks you in kisses. His hands wonder down your body while his face is shoved in your scent gland taking him your intoxicating rose water and cherry scent and admiring your mark that he gave you. He groaned as your scent invades his senses he was starting to lose any control he had.

“Need you bunny” Bucky whispered in your ear along with gripping your thighs.

“Take me please alpha” You beg grappling at his shirt telling him to take it off. “Alpha please use me” You continue begging once his shirt is off. When you get his shirt off you take a moment to admire the contrasts between his flesh and metal arm, along with his toned chest and abs. Bucky lets out a low chuckle at your eagerness and is quick to undress you leaving you in just your underwear he bought you.

“Oh i will bunny don’t worry” He says as he kisses down your neck, then your chest, down to your stomach, then he hovers the hem of you panties to tease you. He lingers before he kisses right on your clothed clit making you squirm.

“Alpha please… no teasing” The words come out strangled and broken but your too caught up in him to notice. Bucky decides to take it easy on you and not tease. He quickly discards your underwear and bra leaving you bare on the cool leather couch. Then he takes a nipple in his mouth and starts sucking on it like a treat. His groans fill your ears and the sensation of him on you feels so good.

He sucks and bites your nipples softly for a few minutes before he’s had his fill for the day and releases it with a wet pop. “Gonna fuck you now bunny okay?” He says it more as statement than a question. You nod your head eagerly and moan out a ‘please’ as you feel his metal hand touch your clit. The cool feel of the metal against your warm clit felt unreal.

“So wet for me bunny” He groans when he feels your slick cover his fingers just by touching your button. You squirm underneath him as you feel your first orgasm start building up. It builds up even more when he shoves two of his thick metal fingers deep in you. Your hands gripped his flesh arm as you ground yourself on his fingers.

“Oh fuck daddy yes!” You moan wantonly as you feel your first orgasm rip through you. Bucky doesn’t stop fucking you even though you’re a panting mess. This is what he wants he wants you a blabbering mess, and then when you think you can’t anymore he’ll take his cock and fuck you into oblivion.

He takes his fingers out of you and licks his fingers with a sinful moan. “So sweet ‘mega” Bucky praises before he then kisses down your thighs before stopping at your pussy. His metal fingers spread your folds to expose your dripping core and his eyes darken at the sight.

“Need to taste you” His voice is seductive and sultry as the words fall from his lips. He then licks a long strip from your hole to clit earning a sinful moan from you. The second Bucky tastes you it’s over and he eats you out like never before.

It only takes a few minutes of him licking and sucking you before your hand fly to his hair and your orgasm hits again. And just like he always does he makes sure he cleans you up, earning a scream from you.

“N-No alpha please to- too much too sensitive” You please as you try to push his head away from you but that just makes him mad.

“Dont try to push me away-you’re mine, mine too please, mine too fuck and i will do with you as i please” Bucky growls as he rids himself of his tactical pants. When you see his erect cock standing at attention your mouth waters. His cock is red at the tip and leaking with pre-cum and he uses it to wet it before he thrusts into you.

“Oh fuck! YES” You scream once he bottoms out and sets a fast pace. He lifts your legs to your chest so he can get a deeper angle making you groan.

“Take me so well bunny” Bucky praises looking down at the place where your pussy is swallowing his cock. He snakes his metal hand down to rub your clit.

“YES YES YES!!!!” You chant gripping both his flesh and metal shoulders. Bucky groans as your walls start to clench around him. His thrusts start to falter as he feels his high get closer.

“Fuck bunny you feel so good- fuck i’m gonna breed you, fill you up with my pups so you’re all nice and round-fuck you’d look so pretty with a round belly and full tits bunny” He husks in your ear kissing your mating mark.

“Oh please fill me up daddy please i’m begging you” You plead as your now third orgasm floods out of you and you squirt all over him.

“Fuck yes baby i’m gonna fucking breed you “ Bucky says as he feels his balls get tight and he cums deep inside you.

“Oh thank you thank you alpha” You say in a fucked out haze looking up at him with glassy eyes.

“You’re welcome ‘mega” He says pulling out and laying you on top of him. He takes a few moments to just lay with you on the couch whispering sweet nothings to you. After about fifteen minutes he picks you up and walks you to your shared room. Then he gently placed you on the bed and grabs a wet cloth to clean you up.

“You were such a good girl bunny” He continues his praises as he lays down next to you and places you on his chest.

“Thank you alpha” You beam at his praises giving him a kiss on his cheek. “Was the mission rough?” You question noting the way he just fucked you.

“Very and i just needed my girl to make it better” He kisses your head before pulling the blankets over you both. The rest it the day is filled with words of affirmation, giggles, kisses and love. And to Bucky there’s no better way to end a day then with you.

~The end~ A/n THREE IN ONE DAY?! I’m so proud of myself rn it’s not even funny.

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hope-drunk · 1 year

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if you were there, beware.

| you get hurt on patrol without abby. she reminds you how much she loves you.

| content warnings: canon typical violence, blood, mentions of pain medication, stitches, kind of angsty i guess, f!reader, strap usage (r receiving), oral (abby receiving), pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweet girl), lmk if i’m missing something!

| a/n: based on this blurb i wrote <3

| wc: 2.4k

It had been about three hours since you had come back to base with ringing ears and a slash on your shoulder. It was supposed to be an easy patrol, but the Scars had other plans. You hadn’t been there ten minutes before the sounds of gunfire filled the air. Fortunately, you were still very close to the vehicle they sent you out with, moving to get out of there as quickly as you could. Now you were here, splayed out on Mel’s table, receiving multiple stitches, and Abby was nowhere to be found.

She had seen you walk in, sprinting to your side before picking you up and running you to the nursing station. She stayed by you, holding your hand while you were slipping in and out of consciousness from the loss of blood, edges of your vision becoming black. But once Mel promised her that you would be okay, all hell broke loose in Abby’s brain. She gave you a kiss on the forehead, and went out the door, despite your pleas for her to come back. She was gone quickly, and you passed out soon after.

You awoke to a dark room. When you tried to move, the pain of the wound shot across your shoulder, and you rapidly laid back down.

“Good. You’re up.” Mel says, giving you a soft smile.

“Where’s Abby?” you say, barely above a whisper.

Mel purses her lips. “She went out with a group to go fight the Scars.”

You groan. The last thing you want to do is worry about your girlfriend’s life.

“In better news, I can move you to your actual bed instead of this table. I know it’s not very comfortable.” Mel says.

“Okay, yeah.”

The walk back to your and Abby’s room was silent and short, Mel had tried to start a conversation a few times but you would only answer in hmm’s. You reached the familiar bed and laid down.

“Listen, she’ll be alright. It’s Abby.” Mel says while pulling the covers up over you.

“Yeah, I know.”

After making sure you had water and pain medication by you, she left you alone, closing the door gently on her way out. You tried to stay up to wait for Abby to get back, but you couldn’t help become very drowsy for the second time that day. ‘She’ll be alright’ is what you repeated in your head until you slowly drifted off to sleep.

When you awake again, Abby’s looking down on you. She’s breathing heavy, long panting breaths that make her chest rise and fall with a fierceness. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was here to kill you.

“Abby.” You reach your arm out towards her.

She’s filthy, covered in dirt and blood, you're unable to tell if it’s her’s in the darkness of the room.

“Let me see it.” she says.

You obey, stretching the loose fitting t-shirt by the collar to reveal the wound where the blade had slashed you. Abby lets out a huff.

“I should have been there.” she says, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

You use the opportunity to scan over her arms, making sure there’s no life threatening cuts. You spot fresh stitches on one of them, but you can tell she did them herself rather than going to the med bay. Moving from your spot on the bed into her lap, you wrap your uninjured arm around her neck, giving her a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

“Not your fault, Abs.” you say, kissing her again as reassurance.

“I’m supposed to take care of you.” She looks into your eyes with a stern face.

You almost want to laugh at her. It seems silly to you to even consider Abby failing at taking care of you.

“You do. All the time. It was one patrol, and I’m gonna be okay. I’ll just have a really cool scar, right?” you smile, moving your head to kiss her again.

You kiss her lips a few times. She sits stoic, unmoved by your reassurances. Abby taps your thigh and you move off of her, letting her stand. She grabs your shoulders, planting a kiss to your head before telling you to stay sitting on the bed. Naturally, you listen to her.

You hear the shower turn on and it takes everything in you to stay on the soft mattress. You want to help clean her off, wash away all her worry and anger. Abby needs this time alone, though. She needs to get rid of all the dirt and the thoughts in her head before she talks to you, otherwise she’ll end up losing it. She had blown up on you before, and she never wants to do it again. She swears her heart actually broke when she saw the tears well up in your eyes because of her words.

The shower turns off, and your back straightens. Abby walks out of the bathroom in just boxers, her wet hair over her breasts, you spot droplets of water dripping onto her stomach. She comes and stands over you again.

You look up at her. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Do you?”

Sighing, you reach your arms around her, pulling her in by her waist so you can rest your head on her stomach. Abby moves a hand to your hair and plays with it, scratching your scalp in the way she knows you like. You hum in response and hug her even tighter.

“I don’t want you going on patrol without me anymore. I’m gonna talk to Isaac in the morning.”

You try to protest, but she pulls your head away from her stomach, forcing you to look in her eyes once more.

“Don’t, please. I know it wasn’t your fault. It’s not that I don’t think you’re capable, I just need to be with you.” Abby says, and you don’t miss the way her eyes get glassy and her jaw clenches.

“Okay, Abs.” You give the stitches on her arm a kiss, and smile up at her.

She finally returns a small smile, and leans down to kiss you. It’s a passionate kiss, one that has your teeth clashing together, and you can barely keep up with the pace she’s set. Abby gently pushes you back onto the bed and moves on top of you. Your legs fall open and she’s quick to place a knee between them, knowing you’ll need something to dull the ache she’s creating. She moves her kisses down to your neck, sucking marks all over you that have you gasping.

You start to say her name before she cuts you off.

“Need to be in you. Can I? I’ll go easy, promise I won’t hurt you. Just gotta be in you, please, baby.”

You nod frantically, you couldn’t get any words out, still out of breath from the assault on your neck. She presses her lips to your cheek one last time before getting up, walking over to where you kept the strap. Your head is already filled with the familiar fuzzy feeling, you were consumed by Abby. You swore you could still feel her lingering touches on your skin. Across the room, she tells you to take off your pants, and you gladly do. The cool air hits your cunt and you let out a small moan. You start to get antsy waiting for the blonde to come back, to try and distract yourself, you turn your head slightly to look out the window. The familiar Washington rain pounds down on the glass, and you take in the view for a while, content watching the raindrops race each other.

Your attention is drawn back to Abby when you feel a hand on your waist. She rubs the silicone cock up and down your slit, gathering enough moisture so it would be easier to slip in. Her lips press a kiss to your healing wound the same time she enters you. A moan comes from deep in your chest, and she lets out a groan as well. The pressure is almost too much, you let out a small whimper that grabs Abby’s attention.

“What’s wrong? Hurts?” she says, slowing her hips.

You shake your head no, “Just feel so full– so good.”

She starts her thrusts again; long, deep movements that leave you gasping. She lets the strap stay inside of you for a few seconds each time, making sure that you could feel the full length of it. It feels so good, it feels like love; it felt like Abby was genuinely filling you up with her love. You didn’t even realize you had started crying until you felt her calloused hand reach up to wipe a tear away. She leans her head down to kiss you. You can taste the salt of your tears on her tongue, which only makes you cry harder.

The stress of the day was slowly coming out. The fear for your life, the fear for Abby’s life, she was fucking it out of you. The slow drag of the cock was calming your brain. In and out, in and out. The memories of the day started to slip your mind. You could only focus on her. A strand of damp blonde hair falls into your face, and without thinking you tuck it behind her ear. Abby lets out a small laugh at this, taking in your fucked out face. But the peace in her head is short lived, she glances at the mark on your shoulder, and gets angry all over again.

“Gonna keep you here forever, just like this. Never gonna let you out of my sight again.”

You moan in response.

She puts her forehead onto yours. “I’m serious. No more going out without me. Not even to the fucking cafeteria. You understand, sweetheart?”

“I understand, Abigail.”

The use of her full name makes her shudder. She reaches a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit. Your back arches off the bed instinctively, and you wrap an arm around her shoulders, trying to pull her closer to you.

“That’s a good girl. There you go.”

Her words go straight to your stomach, a warm feeling drenching your insides. The sounds you were letting out were getting gradually louder, a clear sign you were close to completion.

“You’re okay. I’m right here. Look at me.” Your eyes meet her’s, the gray of them almost completely gone due to her lust blown pupils. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. Let it all out.”

And you do. You cum with a sob. Abby’s shushing you, and if she wasn’t right by your ear you don’t think you’d even be able to register it. She’s stopped her movements, the strap sits still inside your walls. Once you come back to your mind, you whine at the feeling.

“Okay, you’re alright.” Abby says, kissing you while she pulls it out.

“Your turn now.” you whisper.

“You sure?” she responds.

You give her a small mhm and sit up. She removes the strap from her waist and lays down in front of you. You take her in, the patch of blonde hair on her mound, her cunt practically glistens in front of you. Licking your lips, you lean down, wrapping your arms around Abby’s thighs. If you hadn’t taken the pain medication, you’re positive this would be hurting, but the pain is subdued to a dull ache, and the taste of Abby is making it slip further and further into the back of your mind.

Abby doesn’t usually let you go down on her, she usually gets her pleasure just from pleasing you, but in situations like these, she allows you to make her cum. She craves the intimacy of it. Knowing that you were here, that you were safe.

She was never one to make noise, either. The most you could get out of her were soft grunts, which she was doing now. You were tonguing at her cunt lazily, taking your time to really appreciate her taste. You hum into her, which causes her to grab at your hair. She gently maneuvers you so that your tongue was licking at her clit instead.

“Fuck, you’re so good t' me. Doing so well, sweet girl.” she says, grip tightening on your head.

Her praises only encourage you to do more. You slip a finger into her, and she lets out a groan. You don’t let up on your licking, you’re borderline making out with her cunt. Adding another finger, you wrap your lips around her clit and suck gently.

“God, that’s it. Don’t stop.” she says, voice getting breathier.

Your tongue flattens on her, and you can feel a mix of your drool and her wetness dripping down your chin, onto the bed sheets. You find the spot inside of her that you know makes her go crazy and you curl your fingers into it. Abby’s legs press into your skull, and you can’t help but let out a whimper into her cunt. You try to do the same thing for her that she did for you. Clear her mind of all the blood and anxiety. Let her get her adrenaline out another way.

Abby starts grinding into your face. Thighs clenching so hard on your head, not letting you pull away.

“So close, baby. Take it, okay? Be a good girl and fucking take it.” You do your best to nod your head at her.

From the combination of your tongue on her clit and your fingers hitting the right spot, Abby’s orgasm washes over her fast. Her thighs clench impossibly tighter around your head, and you do your best to lap up everything she’s letting out.

You crawl to lay beside her panting body when you think she’s done; wiping the spit and cum off your mouth on your way up.

“Thank you.” she says.

“‘Course.” you say, giving her another soft smile.

“Does your arm hurt?”

“No, not right now. Does yours?”

“Yeah, kinda. I suck at giving myself stitches.” Abby says, huffing out a laugh.

You lean into her neck and laugh with her. Despite her complaint about her arm, she moves you on top of her, kissing the top of your head once again. The fatigue starts to set in, Abby’s warm body has always made you wanna sleep.

“Not gonna let you get hurt ever again.”

You give her a soft mkay and drift off to her voice, feeling safe wrapped in her arms.

#abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fic #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson angst #abby !#tlou fic

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jeannineee · 9 months

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super innocent reader that’s never touched herself or anything and cassian fingers and fucks her for the first time

Innocent

Cassian x Reader

a/n: requests are open. I need Cassian, but what’s new?

Nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

“Are you serious?” Cassian asked, almost spitting out his drink. “You’re a virgin?”

Your face flushed, and you began fidgeting with your hands nervously. “Say it a little louder, Cas,” you retorted sarcastically, eyes darting to your friends at the other end of the bar.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, expression softening. “But really?”

You nodded, silently cursing yourself for saying anything. “Yes. Really.”

Cassian sputtered for a moment, before forming words. “But you’re funny, and sweet. And gorgeous. How have you not slept with anyone?”

Your heart fluttered. “I dunno. I just…haven’t done it, yet.”

“Does it make you nervous?”

“No,” you answered quickly. “I don’t know why I haven’t had sex yet. I just…haven’t.”

Cassian listened intently, contemplating. “What’s stopping you?” He finally asked.

“I wouldn’t—I wouldn’t know what to do.”

Cassian laughed gently. “No one knows what they’re doing, their first time.”

After some silence, he added. “I could show you. If you want. How it feels to…you know.”

You met his eyes, your breath stopping short in your lungs. “You’re my best friend, Cas.”

Cassian gave you a panty-dropping grin. “I know. I’m just…being a good friend. A helpful friend. A giving—“

“Okay, I get it,” you interrupted him. And despite your better judgment, you agreed to his proposition.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Anticipation and nervousness rolled in your gut as Cassian flew you to the House of Wind. Your mind raced with what-ifs.

What if he didn’t enjoy it?

What if you weren’t good enough?

What if—

“I can see the gears turning in your head,” Cassian said to you as he landed, your hands intertwined. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

Warmth pooled between your legs at his words, his tone of voice, as you let him lead you towards his bedroom. It wasn’t your first time being in there; you’d woken him up for training and breakfast on plenty of occasions. But being in his room was somehow different, this time.

Cassian shut and locked the door behind him, his eyes full of their familiar warmth. But deeper, there was desire, in them. And lust.

His calloused hands cupped your face as he took a step closer to you, pressing his body flush against yours. His hardness pressed against your stomach through your clothing. You gulped.

Cassian smiled gently, noticing your uncertainty. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.”

Without another word, Cassian’s lips met yours, kissing you gently. You rested your hands on his rock-solid chest, as his hands slid down your back, squeezing your ass firmly. You moaned into his mouth as he did so.

Your hands traveled down his abs as he continued kissing you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You hesitantly palmed him through his pants. The growl that left Cassian had your core aching. You repeated the same motion, but Cassian grabbed your hand.

“Not yet,” he said, his hands moving to unzip your dress. His eyes raked over your form as the fabric pooled at your feet, leaving you only in your lace underwear.

“You’re beautiful.”

Something about the reverence in his voice made you shy. You would’ve wrapped your arms around yourself, had Cassian not picked you up, and laid you back on the bed.

Cassian kneeled between your legs, his upper half bare, cock still straining underneath his pants. His hands traveled up your waist, over your chest. His thumbs circled your nipples until they formed into stiff peaks.

“Show me how you like to be touched, y/n.”

Your breath hitched. “I don’t…” you trailed off, your face on fire.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. You don’t have to be shy with me.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows. “I don’t know how I like to be touched. I’ve never…”

Cassian’s eyes widened, but he quickly stifled his shock, not wanting to embarrass you. “You’ve never touched yourself? Ever?”

You shook your head.

“That’s okay,” Cassian said, one of his hands resting on your hip, the other on your lower stomach. “Just tell me what feels good, yeah?”

You nodded, and Cassian took the opportunity to slide his hand between your legs, circling your clit through your underwear.

“T-That’s good,” you said moaning softly.

Cassian looked feral at the noises that left you, his chest heaving, pupils blown. As though it was taking everything in him to not fuck you into the mattress.

He halted his movements, smirking as you whimpered at the loss of contact. He pulled your underwear down, tossing them aside. “I’m gonna try something different, alright?”

“Alright.”

Cassian lowered himself until his face was level with your cunt. “So fucking wet,” he murmured, seemingly to himself. He licked a stripe through your folds, keeping an arm across your waist so you didn’t squirm.

“Fuck, Cassian,” you whimpered out.

Cassian’s control snapped, and he dived in, lips wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly. Your hands found purchase in his hair, tugging at it with each wave of pleasure that shot through you.

A tight knot began forming in your stomach as Cassian lapped at your folds. Just when you thought he couldn’t do any better, he slid a single finger into you. He curled it gently, slowly stretching you.

“Cas—Cassian—fuck!” you cried out as he added a second finger, just as your orgasm ripped through you.

He kept curling his fingers as your walls fluttered around them, coaxing you through the aftershocks. He released your clit with a ‘pop.’

“Are you okay?” he asked, unable to hide the cockiness in his words.

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish. “That’s uh—one way to put it.”

He withdrew the two fingers he had buried in your cunt, and licked them clean.

Mother above. You were going to eat him alive.

You pulled him on top of you, kissing him hungrily. Your hands worked at his pants, undoing the zipper.

Cassian broke the kiss. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Cassian stood from the bed to kick off the last of his clothes, before resuming his position on top of you. You spread your legs for him on instinct, earning another growl from him. He guided his cock to your entrance, halting. “Let me know if I need to slow down or stop,” he said, before slowly pushing into you.

Your hands fisted the sheets, a low moan crawling up your throat as he filled you, stretching you in all the right places.

Cassian swore as he bottomed out, the grip he had on your hips tightening. “So fucking perfect.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, looking up at him. “Please move.”

Cassian didn’t need to be told twice. His thrusts started slow and gentle, gradually increasing in force as you grew used to his size.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, lips trailing your jaw, your neck. “Squeezing me so tight.”

His words had your cheeks heating, lewd moans escaping you with each of his thrusts.

Your legs began to shake around Cassian’s waist as that same heat began forming in your tummy again. Cassian felt it, bringing his thumb to your clit. “That’s it, sweetheart. So good for me. Come for me.”

You chanted his name as your orgasm washed over you. Cassian’s thrusts grew sloppier as your walls convulsed around him, sending him towards his own release.

He slowly pulled out, laying on the bed beside you. “Are you—

“I’m fine. More than fine.”

Cassian pulled you against his chest, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll have Madja bring by some of the tonic.”

“Thank you.”

Cassian was silent at first, before adding, “I’ll have her bring you a few doses, since this definitely won’t be the last time we do this.”

You playfully flicked his chest, to which he laughed heartily.

#acotar #acotar headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut #acomaf #smut #female reader #Cassian acotar #acotar Cassian #Cassian smut #Cassian x reader #acosf #acofas #acowar

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konigenblobbity · 9 months

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your angst is so UGHHHHH AMAZING. im literally reading every single thing on your masterlist. i need more hobie hurt/comfort or miguel or anyone actually idc who it is i just love your writingggg. maybe like they’ve had a bad day and reader tries to help but instead they get annoyed and say sum ab then being annoying n never shutting up and reader gets quiet after and stuff. although i’ll literally read anything you put out thank you!!!

Request: Out of Line [Hobie]

Hobie x GN!Reader

—> [Miguel’s Version]

Warnings: Angst, yelling, insults, sad reader, comforting, crying, cursing

A/n: Such kind praise anon literally tysm. I love writing angst, it’s just fun to make characters suffer :) but yes! This idea is so good. I also made one for Miguel. enjoy meine Lieben!

You were sat next to Hobie on the couch, an arm wrapped around his shoulder while the other sat on his thigh. Your gaze sympathetic and kind as you looked at your boyfriend, body slumped over from exhaustion and disappointment. His elbows were resting on his knees, head resting on his hands as he was lost in his thoughts, still frustrated from todays mission.

Once he entered and slammed the door, you know the mission went wrong. He had been unexpectedly pulled away that afternoon when Miguel said it was an emergency. Hobie left with a smile and kiss goodbye… only to return with a grimace and a set of gritted teeth.

The only thing he told you was that he was responsible for losing sight of the anomaly and Miguel gave him an earful for it.

So there you were, comforting and reassuring your boyfriend with your words, throwing praises onto him like a crazed fan girl. “You are absolutely phenomenal Hobie. Don’t ever question that. No matter how much Miguel scolds you or criticizes you, you are an amazing part of the team that Miguel is lucky to have” you wouldn’t stop.

In your mind you saw that as a good thing… that Hobie would appreciate how you showered him with affection, but truly it was getting on his nerves. Wishing he could’ve just come home and forgotten all about Miguel and the mission, but no… now he had to hear about it at home too.

“You’re an amazing spider-man, one of the best that spider society has! Remember when you took care of that prowler anomaly single handedly? Or that green goblin anomaly from last week? Miguel didn’t seem to thank you for that if I remember! Now he suddenly decides to get up in your business?!” With each word you were giving him a soft caress on his shoulder or gently shaking his thigh.

His shoulder tensed under your hand, you thought it was because of an injury but if you only knew what really had him so irritated. His eyes were clenching shut, trying to fight the part of him that calls your voice annoying and yells at him to tell you to shut up… because he knows you’re trying, and usually he loves it! Oftentimes the only thing that helps is when your voice rambles on and envelops him like a warm embrace.

“Im gonna say it! Miguel should just keep his mouth shut I think! He-“ you were ready to say another whole soliloquy before Hobie’s voice cut through your own “No you should! I swear all you do is ramble and it drives me up the fucking wall. So just shut it!” His tone was laced with venom, every word a jab to your heart.

His head was turned to look at you with unforgiving eyes, burning with an unbridled rage that you knew wasn’t aimed at you… but it still felt personal. He lets out a light chuckle and when he smiles maliciously it, had your skin crawling. “After todays mission I want some peace and quiet. The sound of your voice is doing my head in. So do me a favor and take your own advice.”

You slowly pull away your hands, noticing how his body relaxes slightly when you do, which only made you more upset. “O-oh… okay” your voice was soft, but clearly shaken. After that you sit in silence for a few minutes, the only audible sound being Hobie sighing every once in a while.

Every second of silence is another second of you pondering and recounting what Hobie said to you. Playing it over in your head until you felt your eyes begin to gloss over. You take that as your sign to leave, clearing your throat and mumbling out a soft “i-I’ll see you upstairs” before leaving without another word.

Hobie stayed downstairs for a bit longer, organizing his thoughts and using the silence to quell his irritation. He then had the opportunity to think back on what he said to you. Cursing into his palm when he realizes just how harsh he got with you.

This wasn’t the first time… he often got harsh and lost his filter when he was in a bad mood; you always understood that. Whenever he’d go off on you, you never took it personally, understanding that he was in a bad mood or a poor state.

He’d always come up to you later and apologize for what he said, and he was lucky because you always understood and forgave him. Afterwards he’d cuddle up with you, telling you all about the terrible day he had or how horrible his mission went. You were always there to comfort him, listening to every word.

This time was different though. He didn’t just make an offhanded comment about how he wanted silence or how you weren’t helping, he made it personal by insulting your voice, a part of yourself that he usually loved and was now suddenly deeming as headache inducing.

When Hobie eventually went upstairs, he found you sitting in bed, back against the headboard, looking at your phone, not even sparing him a glance. He walked over and sat on the edge of his side of the bed, placing a hand on your thigh. You didn’t react so he took the time to apologize.

“Hey love… look, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Todays mission just left me absolutely gutted and I just felt right shit. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. It was just really rough and I fucked up bad” his hand absentmindedly caresses your thigh as he spoke. You didn’t move and just let out a hum in response.

He paused and hesitated before speaking “I-I’m really sorry…. I didn’t mean it love. You know that right?” he leans forward and goes to kiss your lips, you turn your head so kiss lands on your cheek instead. He was slightly surprised but more disappointed. He decided not to press the topic though. “alright… I’m gonna go get ready and I’ll be back” he says and walks off to the bathroom.

When he comes back out, you’d shifted to be lying on your side, back to him, as if you’re ready to go to sleep. As he gets into the bed behind you, he notices how your eyes are still open and you were just looking at your phone.

He leans over your figure “Love? A-are we not gonna cuddle?” his voice was soft, you could hear the slight pout in his voice. To his question you shake your head, he moved onto his side of the bed and positioned himself to sit against the headboard.

“Oh… can I tell you about my mission though?” you could hear the dejection in his tone but managed to brush it off. You shrug causing Hobie to hesitate, but after a pause he begins to tell you about the mission, going on and on, but never once do you react.

“And then, that prick just threw a sign at me! A goddamn sign, can you believe that?” He looked over at your figure waiting for a response, waiting for you to agree with him or encourage him to continue talking as you usually did, but you still don’t say a word.

He clears his throat at the silence “b-but it really hurt and my shoulders still sore because of it” he continued to complain hoping you’d break your vow of silence but he still got nothing. He can see you’re still awake which causes him to huff out in disappointment, a pout forming on his lips. He shifts on the bed and placed his chin to rest on your arm.

“Love? Why’d you go so quiet?” He watched your expression, it didn’t shift and you just continued to scroll through your phone. There was a pause and then he spoke again. “Was it because of what I said earlier?” You stop scrolling on your phone and he takes that as a sign that he guessed right.

“God… love I didn’t know it hurt you that bad. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said it and I didn’t mean it. Not even the slightest bit” he wraps his arm around your waist trying to pull you back against his chest. Much to his relief you didn’t struggle or try to move away, allowing him to pull you against his chest.

“I love the sound of your voice, I look forward to hearing it after every mission. I was just really irritated and I snapped at you for no reason” you put your phone down but still don’t look or speak to him. He let out a soft sigh and the hand on your waist began to trace soft circles on your skin.

“I’ll keep apologizing as long as it takes for you to speak again. I miss your voice love. Please… even if it’s quiet? I wanna hear it” he placed a kiss on your shoulder, and kept it nuzzled against your arm as he waited patiently.

“You said it drives you up the wall…” a smile graced his lips as you finally spoke, it was a soft murmur but it was something. He places another kiss on your shoulder “Thats not true, I was being stupid. You have every right to be upset with me, it was a daft thing to say and I was being a proper prick” you hum softly in agreement, which he took as a sign of encouragement.

He continued to place kisses on your arm and shoulder “You agree don’t you? Hm?” He says and you shrug, a small smile beginning to appear on your lips. His arm wraps further around your waist, beginning to roll you onto your back as his playful kisses moved to your neck. “Cmon you can say it, I was being stupid, I was being a prick… go on” he had a smirk on his face as he kissed at your jaw.

You chuckle softly and then look into his eyes, a smile now settled on your lips. “You really were. The biggest prick I’ve ever met” you say and he pulls away and gives you a fake pout. “Ouch… now that hurts” you roll your eyes and he chuckles softly. He leans back down and begins to pepper kisses all over you face.

“I’m really sorry love” he says and pulls away to look at you with a gentle smile. You sigh out but smile at him. “I believe you” You shift slightly so you’re sitting back against the headboard “but what I can’t believe…” you begin to say and Hobie looks at you curiously.

“Is that that goddamn anomaly threw a sign at you?!” You say exaggerating your shock but loving the smile that it puts on Hobie’s face. “I know!” He say and moves to rest his head against your lap. Letting go of your waist and intertwining his hand with yours to wrap them around his shoulders.

For the rest of that night he recounted his mission to you, every small detail and every tiny slip up, but this time you actually reacted. And every time you spoke his heart sang at the sound of your voice.

#konigenblobbity #fanfiction #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie atsv #across the spiderverse fanfic #across the spiderverse hobie #hobie brown x you #hobie x reader

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lightsoutnaway · 3 months

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Be bad with me?

PAIRING—Oscar Piastri x Norris!reader (they/them pronouns used)

SUMMARY—You and Oscar would be good together but Oscar doesn’t think he should date his teammate’s sibling.

WARNINGS—language, suggestive situations

WORD COUNT—1,838

Oscar was pulling off his suit after qualifications had ended. It had been a shit time. The engineers focused their efforts on getting Lando into scoring position and left Oscar to fend for himself. He’d kept himself in the points, but not by much. He was sulking when there was a knock on his door.

“Yeah?” Oscar called as he unzipped the top of his suit. He was surprised when you walked into the room.

“You okay?” You asked Oscar. He smiled back at you kindly. The two of you had been quietly flirting with each other since Lando had introduced you in the preseason. You were nearly always in the company of Lando or another McLaren team member, so you had to be subtle with one another. Despite that, you were both aware of your feelings for each other. Oscar was texting you any day he didn’t get to see you and you always managed to be around him when he was in between obligations at races.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” Oscar said. He pulled the suit down to his hips. You took a seat at the table Oscar had in his room. The chair on the left of his table was yours, it had been in the last several cities. It wasn’t used by anyone but you.

“It was real shit,” you commented.

“I’m the rookie,” Oscar reasoned. He never let himself get angry. “I’m okay with it for now.” You smiled softly at him.

“You’re always so good, Oscar,” you said. Oscar chuckled. “Don’t you ever want to be bad?” You asked. Oscar’s laugh fell and was replaced with a look of curious anxiety.

“I’m bad enough on the track,” he said measuredly. “Shouldn’t add to that.”

“You’re not bad on the track,” you said. Oscar was standing rather awkwardly in the middle of his room while he looked at you. You stood up and approached him. “You’re fast. And you’re confident.” His breath caught in his throat when your fingertips started drawing lines up from his hands all the way to his shoulders. “And you’re always so careful.” Oscar looked at you, his head tipped down from how much shorter you were than him.

“You should be careful too,” Oscar said. “You might be pushing the limits.”

“I said I wanted to be bad, didn’t I?” Oscar gulped. “You don’t want to be bad with me?” You asked with a smirk. He opened his mouth to say something before he shut it again and then groaned in frustration.

“I don’t think we should,” Oscar said finally. Your hands had found their way to the hem of his fireproof top though. Before he could say anything else your hands were sliding against his abs, drawing goosebumps to his skin.

“Doesn’t that make it more fun?” You offered. His hands caught your wrists, gaining some semblance of his composure.

“I’m your brother’s teammate, y/n,” Oscar said.

“So?” You pressed.

“It could get messy,” Oscar said. “I don’t think he would like it.”

“Would you like it?” You asked. Oscar pursed his lips and sighed.

“Yes, but that’s not the point,” he admitted. You didn’t wait for him to continue his arguments. You reached up, digging your fingers into Oscar’s soft wavy hair and pulled him down. You pushed your lips against his firmly. He moaned in surprise and quickly gave in. His hands moved to your hips, thumbs slipping beneath the hem of your t-shirt to touch your warm skin. The two of you were moving in perfect harmony, as you kissed and licked at each other’s mouths. When you finally pulled away it took Oscar a moment to remember where he was.

“That’s not playing fair,” he complained.

“What?” You asked. Oscar scoffed. He pulled his hands away, but you kept your arms around his neck, fingers toying with the hair at the back of his head.

“You come in here wearing this little tank top when you know red is my favorite color,” Oscar started. You smiled. He was right. Your outfit was no mistake. “And you tell me I’m ‘good’ when you know I love hearing it from you,” he continued. You smiled wider. He usually would never have directly said he liked when you praised him, but you were observant and Oscar was smart enough to realize that you had him figured out. “And then you kiss me like you’ll never have the chance to again.”

“I don’t know if I will,” you said softly. Oscar said nothing.

“Look…” he started. You sighed.

“Why not?” You asked before he could begin. “Besides Lando, why not?” You clarified. Oscar looked at you blankly as he thought.

“Y/N…” Oscar protested weakly. “We’re just not meant to be.”

“We won’t know that if we never try,” you said. Oscar was quiet. “We’d be together if it weren’t for my brother, wouldn’t we?”

“That doesn’t matter,” Oscar said. You released Oscar and took a step back.

“It matters to me,” you said. Oscar’s eyes went soft. He opened his mouth, as if to tell you it mattered to him as well. But he couldn’t just unsay the lie he’d told.

“We would be together if it weren’t for your brother,” Oscar said instead. Your eyes brightened. Before you could say anything he spoke again. “But your brother is my teammate. I can’t date you.”

“It’s not against any rules,” you tried.

“Not written ones,” Oscar replied. You huffed.

“I think about you all the time, Oscar,” you told him. “Lando won’t care.”

“I think about you too,” Oscar assured you. “But have you actually asked him?” You didn’t reply and Oscar gave you an ‘I told you’ look.

“He likes you, Oscar,” you told him. “He’ll be happy for us.”

“Then why haven’t you told him?” Oscar asked.

“Because there’s nothing to tell him about according to you!” You snapped. Oscar sighed and looked at his feet.

“I’m sorry—” At those words you walked out of his room without waiting for the excuse, leaving him alone. That was the first thing he thought of when the door closed behind you: that he was alone.

For the next three grand prixs you avoided Oscar like the plague. You spent as much time as you could with Lily in the Williams center to avoid the McLaren facility altogether. She knew about Oscar so Alex was in on the secret as well. He had graciously welcomed you into Williams so you could avoid Oscar. Logan wasn’t particularly pleased about your newfound support of Williams though. Oscar had let his former teammate in on his feelings for you and Logan was one of the few people that Oscar could complain to about you. Logan was sick of hearing about it.

It had been three weeks since you and Oscar spoke. You had ignored several texts and calls from him and managed to avoid being around him in person as well. Logan found you in the Williams lounge between practice rounds. He made a beeline for you and sat beside you, drawing your attention away from your phone.

“Hi—” You started but Logan cut you off.

“Will you talk to Oscar?” He asked rather loudly. You frowned.

“That’s none of your business,” you said. “And no.” You raised your phone again, hoping Logan would go away. Logan wasn’t giving up though.

“He’s made it my business,” Logan said. “He will not shut up about you. Every goddamn time we’re together all he does is whine about how bad he fucked up and complain about how you don’t like him anymore.” The idea that Oscar had been upset over you was somehow pleasant. At least he actually cared. “He’s driving like shit too,” Logan continued. “Did you see his times today?”

“I know, even you beat him,” you said.

“Oh, fuck off,” Logan mumbled. You chuckled. “Will you just talk to him? He’s sorry,” Logan said. “At least let him apologize to you. You deserve that.” You nodded.

“I’ll talk to him,” you said.

“Thank you,” Logan sighed in relief. “He’s really been unbearable.” You rose and headed to the McLaren facility. You found your way to Oscar’s door and took a deep breath before knocking.

“Yeah?” Oscar’s voice called. You opened the door to find that Lando was sitting in your chair. Oscar stood the moment you walked into his room.

“Look who’s decided to come back to McLaren!” Lando joked when he saw you. Oscar’s heart was racing as he stared at you. “Thought you were avoiding me.”

“They were avoiding me,” Oscar chimed in before you could say anything. Lando looked at Oscar and then at you, trying to determine if Oscar was serious. His face flashed between the two of you before landing on yours.

“What did he do?” Lando asked, his voice lower—he could be quite the protective older brother when he wanted to be.

“He didn’t do anything—” Oscar cut you off.

“I told them that we shouldn’t be together because I was afraid of what you would think,” Oscar told Lando—his eyes were on you though.

“Oscar,” you whispered.

“I messed up because I was worried about you instead of them,” Oscar continued. “But I‘m not thinking about you anymore, Lando.” He didn’t look away from you. Oscar smiled at you. “All I’ve been thinking about is them.” Lando looked at you. You met his eye.

“You like him?” Lando asked you. You blushed. Lando smirked.

“A little,” you said shyly. Oscar’s heart soared into the air. “But he did mess up.” Lando hummed in agreement.

“Well, don’t do it again,” Lando said to Oscar. “And now I’m going to leave before I see something I don’t want to.” He rose from your chair and left without another word.

“I’m sorry,” Oscar started as soon as Lando was gone. You smiled. “I was so stupid and I didn’t realize how much I needed you. I’ve felt like complete shit since that day. I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention to the way I’m driving but I swear I can’t drive in a straight line anymore. All I can think about is you and I—”

You cut him off with a kiss. He squeaked in surprise but after a moment closed his eyes when he realized what was happening. His hands went to your waist, pulling you tightly against him. Yours were in his hair, running through the silky waves that you adored. You dragged your hands down to his thick neck and eventually to his well defined pecs. His own hands were exploring every curve of your body he could touch. You pulled away when you started running out of air. Oscar chased after your mouth for another quick kiss before he let you away from him—but not too far.

“I’m sorry—”

“I know,” you assured him. “I don’t care anymore.” His expression changed.

“You don’t?” He asked.

“As long as we’re together now,” you said. Oscar grinned.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “We’re together.”

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storiesandthingsofthatnature · 10 months

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Cradle Snatcher Pt. 2

Pt. 1 Summary: Leon takes the lead this time around and you find out that he can be quite relentless when it comes to fulfilling both of your desires. Word Count: 2.0K

Pairing: RE2! Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader (afab) Warnings: Age difference (5 year age gap) breeding kink, biting, praise kink, unprotected sex, p in v, multiple orgasms, over-sensitivity play (is that a thing?) dom/sub dynames, cream pies, pet names, lemme know if I missed anything! Disclaimer: MDNI!!!! 18+ only! A/N: Finally! Part 2 is here! I apologize for the shortness but I hope that I wrapped up everything alright. So this time around Leon is more dominant in his role because classic dom Leon! If you like my writing be sure to think about popping up in my inbox for some requests :3c I do other fandoms such as JJK and MHA and will probably make a more detailed post on it soon! Thank you and enjoy! :D

Your position was switched now; Leon was on top with you being pinned against the cushions of the couch. At the mention of him taking the lead, his eagerness was renewed with vigor. He kissed you slowly this time, his body weight nearly completely engulfing you. “Leon, I’m not gonna run away.” You laugh and Leon huffed,”Just want to feel you against me. I’m not hurting you, though, am I?” He looked a little worried but you shook your head with a smile. “Perhaps a little bit of suffocation. Women’s breasts don’t really leave room for close encounters.” You say and Leon’s eyes found their way to your chest. “Um..” You roll your eyes. “I’m kidding. You’re taking the lead, remember? Don’t be shy, take what you want~” You invite.

With your full permission, Leon began to roll your shirt up. You help him get you out of it, you being left in nothing but your bra. You reach behind you and unhook it yourself. “Lemme save you the trouble.” You tease and he chuckled,”I could have figured it out.” He declared and you gave a breath of a laugh. “I’m sure, after 5 minutes.” You stick out your tongue playfully. Discarding the bra to the side, you look at Leon and frown. “Why am I the only one naked?” You ask aloud and Leon realized that he was still wearing his shirt. Slipping it off in one motion, the ripple of his abs were more than enough to get you even more wet. You could feel your slick and Leon’s cum slipping from you and you couldn’t help but feel that it was a bit of a waste.

He placed a hand atop your right breast, Leon softly squeezing. You give a sigh of pleasure, rolling your head to the side as your eyes flutter closed. Suddenly, you felt Leon slip into you once more. You bite your bottom lip at the sensation of being penetrated once more, the delectable electricity zapping throughout your body. Leon sucked in a breath, the feeling of your contracting walls like heaven to him. However, he did not move his hips. You wondered what he was up to, but when he started to play around with your breasts you realized that you were cockwarming him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning upwards to give kisses of your own along his jawline and pulse point. He pinched, rubbed and squeezed your chest for a while, his pawing bringing a slow build to your orgasm. However, it wasn’t enough. “Leon, please move. Need more.” You coax and he groaned. “I would, sweetheart. But I’m taking the lead, remember?” He said and you whined. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’ll give you what you want.” He hushed as he reached down with his dominant hand. He rubbed circles into your over sensitive bundle of nerves, his other hand still cupped against your right breast.

You let out a breathy moan, your walls clenching around Leon’s cock just right. He let out a hiss of pleasure and he began to rub the head of his dick against your cervix. The pressure was a little uncomfortable but it was something that was both erotic and somehow pleasurable as well. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again already. Want me to give you another load, sweetheart?” He asked with piercing eyes and you let out a whimper. “Please, Leon. Wan’ it.” You were able to say, biting your fingers from the numbing pleasure that was Leon. “Wanna get knocked up and have a baby with you.” You begin to mumble and finally Leon moves his hips.

A high pitched groan left you as you felt your walls begin to spasm slightly. You hadn’t realized it but the tenderness and added foreplay had affected you mentally more than you had thought. This pleasure was far different from any other encounter you had and you felt like you were becoming addicted. “Leee~” You whimpered as another orgasm was ripped from you, your back arching almost painfully as your nipples rubbed against Leon’s own chest. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy, pleased that you had cum this time before him. Hungry for his own release now, his breathing hitched when he finally found it. He rammed into you harshly, thick strings painting your inner walls with intent.

You felt your tense, heated body relaxing into the cushions below and you had the impression that you were done. But then you felt yourself being flipped onto your stomach, Leon pulling your ass up so that he had easier access to your entrance. You kept yourself balanced by your elbows, completely taken aback by the sudden change. “Wha-” “You wanna be a mommy right? I gotta make sure that it catches.” Leon said in a husky voice, leaning over you so that he could whisper it hotly into your ear before giving the shell of it a nip.

You bite your bottom lip in anticipation, the dirty talk becoming far more real than you had anticipated. Was it the sex or the fact that you truly wanted it? What would-

Leon roughly entered you once more, an eep being ripped out of you from the sudden intrusion. Your walls clench to the point that you can feel it in your abused clit. Leon’s thrusts started at a rough pace, the sound of slapping skin filling the air amongst you two. “My, my, lieutenant, what will your subordinates think? Finding out that you let a rookie knock you up like this. What would the chief say?” Leon wondered aloud, these questions awaking a feeling that shouldn’t have been so delectable as it was.

“Mmmmm, noooo. I-” Leon chuckled in between haughty groans,”No? Then, what were you really asking not too long ago, hm?” He bit and kissed your shoulders, leaving marks along your flushed skin. “Sorry, princess, but I think we’re in way too deep now to start feeling any regret.” Your fingers dig into the fabric at his words, a small moan leaving you. His hands found themselves next to yours, his body caging you in as he let you have it. “But that’s okay, right? You’ll let me take care of you, yeah?” He groaned. “God, you’ll look so pretty round with my kid; glowing and looking so radiant fuck-” He was starting to ramble now, too pussy drunk to really think about the consequences. “I would do the right thing, too. Marry you and give you everything you’d ever need. Ever since I saw you for the first time, that's all I’ve wanted to do.” His confession was heartwarming and it made you weak at the knees. You slumped forward onto your forearms, raising your hips even higher for him. With this he was able to reach even deeper and the extra pressure from his cockhead to your cervix was nearly unbearable.

Finally, though, he came deep within you once more, his rutting hips gently stuttering from the intense orgasm that washed over him. He was feeling too over sensitive but he just needed one more. “Think you can go another round, lieutenant?” At his question you whimper. “Too sensitive. I don’t - ah!” He flipped you over once more and you couldn’t help but wonder where he was getting all of this stamina. He then pressed your legs against your chest, folding you into a mating press. “Just one more, okay? Promise.” He whispered against your lips, hungrily stealing kisses from you. At this angle you were able to steal a glance at where you two were connected and you never felt so dirty. White cream overflowed from your hole and glazed the inside of your thighs. Your slick was all over Leon’s lower abdomen and everytime he pulled out a layer of milky substance is what covered his member. You could only imagine how ruined you look inside.

You could only lay there and grip at whatever was closest to you to try and ground yourself but you felt so light-headed. “Leon. It caught. Mmmmm, too much.” You had never felt this level of pleasure, your poor fucked out mind unsure of what to do with it. Your flight response was high but with the position you were in and how Leon pinned you down you were going nowhere anytime soon. You needed a break, time to adjust but Leon was being mean and rough with you. “Such a good girl for me, taking me so fucking well.” It didn’t seem that he was listening to you, a single mission on his mind.

You threw your head back in defeat, eyes closing tightly as you tried to be good and take what you were being given. Your legs shook like hell around his head, your moans past the point of lewd. “Poor thing, not sure what to do with yourself, hm?” He asked with a smirk, his thrusts transitioning to gyrating as he accidentally came across that one spot that had you crying. “NOT THERE! I CAN’T!” Hot tears fell past your cheeks, Leon suddenly focusing on that spot. “I would be nicer if it weren’t for the fact that you sound so god damn gorgeous right now. Come on, princess, won’t you be good for me?” He was incessant with his thrusts and you went cross eyed.

A sudden, heavy orgasm fell over you and you felt yourself squirt on Leon’s cock. You had never done such a thing in your life and you felt a wave of emotions flow over you from impressed to painfully turned on. “Mmmmm, we’re making such a mess, lieutenant. Not too sure how we’re gonna get rid of the evidence.” He licked along your glistening skin on your neck, ending his trail with a hard bite. You, on the other hand, were barely cognitive. A line of saliva left your mouth as you stared off into nothing. It felt like your soul left your body and you were experiencing some sort of outer body scenario.

But he just kept GOING and you couldn’t help but sob. You went to say some sort of strung together words but what came out was just noises of pleasure and over sensitivity. “Poor thing.” Leon said in a condescending tone that made you whimper and he gently brushed his fingers against your blushing cheeks. “I’m almost there, just a little while longer.” You had no choice but to nod, Leon leaning forward to press butterfly kisses against your face. “Good girl. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He whispered and his thrusts picked up brutally.

Soon enough, you felt another handful of gooey cum joining the rest, it overflowing from you even more. But, true to his word he stopped and let you catch your breath. “C-can I stay in you?” He was suddenly back to his more timid side and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, please do.” You approve and he couldn’t help but smile gently. He maneuvered the both of you into a more comfortable position; you being spooned by Leon. He held you impossibly close, mouthing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder to your jawline. “Is it safe to say that this wasn’t a one time thing?” He asked, his voice a little on the hopeful side as you laughed. “Leon, I don’t agree to have a kid with someone unless I want them to permanently be by my side. I’m all in.” You say in an even tone and Leon gives a bright smile.

“Good. So am I.” He said, and you gave Leon a loving kiss. “Good. Cause like I was trying to tell you, it definitely caught.” You were still reeling from the numbing pleasure that Leon had relentlessly given you, a sure thought that your hips were going to be very sore in the morning. He hugged you gently. “You really think so? I hope so. I’m being serious when I say you’d make an amazing mother.” He said, a warm feeling blooming within your chest from the words. “And you’d make a good father. But, you do have your faults.” You tease and he chuckled. “Yeah? How so?” And for the rest of the night you both laughed amongst yourselves, enjoying the moment of just you two. Until finally you both succumbed to sleep.

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trulyonlygrapejuice · 6 months

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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall...

I... honestly don't know where this came from. I finished it while half asleep so forgive the writing quality dropping towards the end. I'm not much of a smut writer, so... good luck?

Warnings: Smut, sub Harry, handjob, edging (m receiving), pain kink, crying?? I guess? Also some (short) but slightly fluffy aftercare at the end

Wordcount: 1.5k

“Shit-”

“You know the rules, baby. Look.”

Harry trembled against your chest as he whimpered, thighs quivering where they were hooked over your own. It was hard to remember how the pair of you had ended up here, the haze of lust and want clouding your mind as your hand gave Harry another long, tantalizing stroke. You didn't even really know how long you’d been at it, but from how wrecked Harry looked… it had been a while.

You could see how tearstained his cheeks were in the mirror in front of you both and could feel the warm drops splatter against your collarbones when he threw his face into your neck with a cracked moan. It was delicious. It gave you such a power rush at the sight of such a broad, well-built man crying in your lap, lips bitten a tantalising raspberry red from when he tried pointlessly to muffle his loud noises. Harry’s glazed mossy green eyes met your own in the mirror, watching almost dejectedly as your hand danced away again from where he ached most. He didn't even try to beg you this time, head falling back against your shoulder, eyes shut in defeat, slumping slightly into your arms with a groan.

You let him rest for a moment, your hand tracing faint lines across the taut lines of his abdomen in fascination, eyes watching his chest heave and Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed sharply. He was so pretty like this, skin shiny with sweat and flushed pink with exertion, head thrown back and his unmarred throat exposed. It was tempting to suck deep purple marks there, mark him for weeks, but you feared any more pleasurable torture would make him fracture, turning him into wobbly slush in your hold*.* Soft lips only left a soothing peck there, your chin settling back on his shoulder as Harry took a shaky, scratchy breath. **You let your eyes wander to where his hands had relaxed on the bedspread, painted nails glinting in the dim light as his fingers painstakingly relaxed, stiff and wooden from where they had been clenching around warm, white fabric. Another calming kiss to his shoulder. “You okay?” He only hummed tiredly, and you could see his cock bobbing slightly in the mirror. “I need words, Harry.” He took a deep breath and lifted his head. “Y-yeah. I’m okay. Just… a bit floaty.” He fell quiet then, eyes blinking slowly at your own in the mirror, body tensed, waiting for you to do… something.

Your finger ran slowly teasing circles down his abs, lips biting back a smile as they tensed and twitched at the featherlight touch. Harry whined softly, hands gripping tightly at the bedspread again while his hips tried to buck up. Your other hand kept him pinned as he keened faintly, not even seeming to be aware of his anguished noises. You ignored it, eyes locked on the way his angry red cock twitched against his lower belly, precome bubbling from the slit and dribbling down slowly as your hand crept closer. It looked painfully hard by now, the head beginning to turn an uncomfortable shade of purple, as more precome blurted out against Harry’s skin. The sight didn’t surprise you, you’d edged him, what, three times before this? That was his usual limit, but you were planning to push it tonight, as discussed. Only by one more time though, no matter how much Harry had insisted he could take it.

You carefully wrapped your hand around his base, smiling into his shoulder as he practically sobbed, going fully limp in your arms. After one stroke, he was trembling, after two, he was babbling nonsense while staring at the vulgar view of himself in the mirror. “Thank you, thank you- oh fuck-” You hummed encouragement while he mewled brokenly, your hand twisting as your stroked up, thumbing once at his slit just to make his breathing stutter.

He was so warm and wet in your palm, it was absolutely filthy. It was debauched, the way he pulsed under your fingers and whimpered in your ear. “You really close, baby?” The noise he made was indecent when he realised what was happening, hands almost tearing at the bedspread and hips trying to buck up into your hand to chase his end. “Y-yes-” Your hand fell away to rub soothing circles on his thigh and he almost screamed, back arching before falling limp against you with a wail. It almost scared you, seeing him so distraught but you could just see the glint of half-crazed delight in his lidded eyes. It made your mind spin, knowing you did that to him. That you were making him feel this good. You just had to trust that Harry would tell you if it was too much.

“Did that hurt?” You couldn't help asking, fascinated at the way he arched and writhed as if in despair but still moaned and mewled in bliss. Pleasure tinged with pain was not something you had… tested out for yourself but it intrigued you to no end. “Like a bitch.” His voice sounded rough and ruined, but the undertones of utter satisfaction were still clear as he grinned. “Just the way I like it.” You huffed, pinching his hip lightly to make him squeak and flinch, but it broke into a groan as his cock bounced against his abdomen. “Yeah, you masochist.”

Through the mirror, you could see him breathing heavily through his nose as his cock settled back against his skin, his face beginning to lose the enjoyment and border on actual pain. You couldn't help frowning slightly, hand running gently up and down his thigh to try to comfort him. “Still okay?” He whined softly, eyes flicking open to reveal glazed, dopey eyes. “It’s j-just really sensitive now.” You cooed softly in sympathy, pressing kisses across his shoulder to try to settle him a little bit. “Oh, I know. But you did it, managed to go further than you did before. Let me make you feel good, then we can have a bath and go to bed. That sound good?” Harry sighed weakly, leaning more into you, his back feeling flushed and sweaty against your bare chest. “Y-yeah.”

You didn’t waste a moment, quickly grasping his angry red cock and beginning to stroke quickly, now completely focused on making him come and getting him tucked into bed. Harry whimpered loudly as you pumped him, one of his hands sliding up to cup the back of your head and pull your face into the crook of his neck, while the other gripped your forearm in an iron grip. It felt like the gates had been opened as he thrashed in your lap, and you couldn't help nipping and sucking your way across his unmarked skin. His fingers tugged harshly at your hair, a muffled moan falling from your lips as you bit harshly at his shoulder, tongue quick to soothe the sting. The pain only made him moan louder, and your other hand fought to keep him steady in your lap as he squirmed. It was clear that he was close already, the night of teasing leaving him far too sensitive and aching to last any longer. “You can let go whenever you want, baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He sobbed quietly as your fingers worked their magic, hands falling from where they gripped you, floppy from exhaustion against the bedspread. “Come on, darling, let go for me.” It seemed those words were all he needed, coming with a long, tired-sounding moan, come spurting high enough to hit the edges of his butterfly tattoo. Some of it dribbled down your fingers, and you couldn't help licking the warm salty liquid away as you moved Harry to lie back. He looked like he had passed out, eyes fluttering and mouth slack as he lay there, hands twitching occasionally. It was a sight to behold, and it was difficult to leave him there as you fetched a washcloth to clean him up. God knows he needed it.

It took a few minutes for Harry to properly come back to you, sprawled on his back while you wiped him down gently with a washcloth. The poor thing looked exhausted now, eyes fluttering and chest heaving, the picture of ruined and freshly fucked. Hickeys littered his shoulders and neck, red flush and sweat adorning his skin while his hair was mussed in every direction. It was a view you never wanted to forget and when you saw his moony eyes gazing lovingly at your face, you knew you never would.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, love. Just a little longer for me, okay?” Harry could only groan in response, slumping forward so you could wash the shampoo suds out of his hair. You giggled from behind him, quickly rinsing his hair out while he stayed slumped, blinking sluggishly at the bubbly bath water. “There, all done. Now you can sleep, my love.”

Manoeuvring a half-asleep Harry from the bath to your bed was certainly a mission and Harry himself wasn't much help. He was bigger and crucially, heavier than you, so it took quite a bit of tugging and pushing from him to curl under the sheets. He was asleep almost from the moment his head hit the pillow and the sight made you smile fondly, fingers brushing rogue damp curls from his forehead. You settled in next to him, tucking him into your side while he snored softly. God, you loved him.

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luffyrose · 1 year

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Mistaken - DC x DP

Idk man- this one fully just came to me. So have fun. Cry.

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Another rogue attack.

Bats coming to save the day.

It was a never-ending dance between the two.

Casualties were often low. People got hurt but fewer and fewer people died. Even major injuries had lessened over the years. It wasn't the focus of the villains to necessarily kill people, it was simply a byproduct of their goal.

So why was it different?

Why now?

Sure, Gotham's rogues weren't afraid to kill to gain attention, but this was different. The attack came from nowhere, no sign of it before it had already begun, and when Batman arrived...there was no villain there. Just the destruction in its wake.

He'd been quick to call the others for help searching for injured, and no doubt dead from the destruction, before getting to pulling people from rubble and fires. His kids arrived and did the same until another call came from Oracle. The fire department and ambulances had arrived, so they left it to them.

It had already been nearing the day, so when they finished dealing with some goons, the family had turned in for the night. Yet Bruce couldn't stop thinking about the explosion. The camera's from the building, he'd learned it was a lab of some sort, were far and few, really only showing the entrance. Even then they cut out before the explosion.

The news was talking of it, the owner of the lab was on it by now claiming it was an accident with some chemicals and they were investigating possible causes. He knew it was a lie, and from his children's faces when they heard it, they thought the same.

It didn't take him long to head there, not as Batman, but as Bruce Wayne.

He had planned to speak to the owner of the Lab, he really only remembered he wore a pristine white suit. Parking nearby, and offering help to those he saw as he passed, Bruce slowly made his way toward the main part of the crowd.

A quiet sob and cough made him freeze in his tracks. It was so quiet he doubted anyone would have noticed if they weren't trained. Glancing around, he slipped into the alleyway he'd heard the noise from. It was close to he accident, but far enough away no one would look down it...so why was someone here?

Bruce cautiously looked through the alley, his gaze hardening as he found a smaller figure curled up on itself, trying to hide behind a dumpster.

"Hello?"

The kid, because it really could only be a kid, flinched eyes darting toward him.

And Bruce froze.

Green eyes were staring back at him. Glowing, Lazarus, green eyes. Yet, his eyes were quick to drift from the color to the blood soaking the boy's clothes. Gritting his teeth, he crouched, holding up his hands. He couldn't see the boy well with this distance, but he couldn't risk not finding a way to help the kid.

"I'm not gonna hurt you...I promise."

The glow fluctuated for a moment before the other tried to move, wincing harshly as his arm gave out and sent him careening into the floor. Bruce had moved forward when he fell, worry clear on his face, and when the boy growled, only for it to fade into a whimper, he paused again.

"Let me help you. I can get you to a hosp-"

Panic filled the other's eyes, scrambling further away. "No! No, hospital. No, no, no no nononono-" Bruce kept his face from changing at the boy's voice. It was hoarse as if he hadn't used it or had been screaming.

Putting his hands up placatingly, he carefully shifted on his feet. "Okay. No hospital. But you need help...can I help you?" The boy seemed to be looking for something in his face, maybe a lie, but after a few moments, the kid's head bobbed before he collapsed onto the ground completely.

Taking the moment, Bruce moved beside him, careful not to touch him as he pulled out his phone, messaging Dick and Leslie. She would need to prep for some stitches no doubt from the blood, and he definitely couldn't get the boy elsewhere without some help. As he finished sending the messages, he felt a hand grab onto him weakly. Looking down at the boy, his heart absolutely sunk.

He could see him now. How his black hair fell over his eyes. Blue eyes. The green was temporary, probably powers, but now with those blue eyes, he looked like one of his many children. More specifically...a younger Jason. His heart clenched, gently taking the boy's hand despite himself.

This wasn't Jason...it wasn't.

It was clear the boy had started to grow delirious, his eyes unfocused for the most part, but staring so intently at him.

"...dad...?"

Oh.

Bruce could hear the harsh swallow he did, but smiled softly at the boy. Carefully sitting, he dragged the boy onto his lap, gently moving his hair. "You're gonna be alright..." It wasn't Jason, and he knew that...but that didn't mean he couldn't comfort the boy. If he happened to look like his father...Bruce wasn't going to try and correct him when he was so delirious, not when it may give him some kind of comfort.

He couldn't help the pain in his heart though as the kid practically melted into the touch, unfurling slightly and revealing some of his injuries. It wasn't his kid. It wasn't.

Maybe he could have comforted any of them like this if he'd listened in the past.

Shaking his head, he pushed down the feelings. He couldn't focus on that, not right now. Looking back at his phone, he saw a message, saying Dick was almost there. Part of him hoped he was alone...he knew that probably wasn't the case.

"I'm scared..."

Gazing back toward the kid, he put the phone back in his pocket. Putting his hand on the boy's cheek, he gently rubbed away some tears that had begun to fall. Before he could respond the boy's eyes drooped the little consciousness he had fading. "Hey, come on, try to stay awake." It was no use as the boy drifted off, only the too-slow rising and falling of his chest assuring Bruce he wasn't fully gone.

"Kid, come on you can't sleep yet-"

Two pairs of footsteps came from the entrance of the alley as Bruce tried to wake the boy, glancing back to see his oldest boys. What was slight, but worried, amusement turned to horror the closer they got, seeing the pool of blood. "Leslie is waiting." Without needing to say anything else, Dick was quick to carefully scoop the kid up, looking back to Jason. He seemed shell-shocked, staring at the boy. Bruce couldn't blame him.

They looked so similar.

~|0|~

Danny had...what had he been doing? He remembered the GIW, and lab equipment-

Oh.

The lab.

He had gotten out...but someone had seen him. Where was he now? Fighting to open his eyes, he saw the ceiling of a car. He could also see two older guys. He was in the back seat with his head...on someone's lap? Or was it a ghost? They felt like a ghost...but not.

Frowning, his eyes slowly drifted shut again. He'd thought he'd seen his dad...but, the man had been too kind. His- Jack was...he wouldn't have ever comforted him like that. Not now. Not in the past. Feeling himself drift off again, he felt small tears fall down his cheeks.

Why had his dad never comforted him like this stranger had? Why had he hurt him? Given him to the GIW after he'd told them what he was? If they truly hadn't believed him...if they had thought he was mimicking "their beloved son" then why not do everything they always said they would.

More tears fell, but he felt someone wipe them away again. It was a different hand...it was still rough, but gentler than the other had been. With a stuttered breath, Danny let the darkness take over his mind again. He probably wouldn't have let himself fall asleep again...but he would rather these people who reminded him of his family have him. Hurt him or not...he just didn't want to be alone.

A hum was the last thing he felt, a warmth he couldn't remember having in a long long time rumbling beneath his skin.

~|0|~

Jason had felt something when he'd seen the kid. The pits went quiet before pure worry erupted from them. He didn't know why...but it didn't help that this kid look like him. Looked like that little kid who'd never gotten help.

It didn't help that deep down Jason knew that this kid hadn't either.

He'd ended up carefully cradling his head in the back seats while Dick drove and Bruce messaged who he could only assume was Leslie or the family group chat. Either way, when he felt something wet land on his hand, he hadn't expected the kid to be crying.

Gently wiping the tears, he felt the frown on his face grow. "He's crying." He heard Bruce shifting, probably looking at the two, yet he ignored the other, just wiping the small tears. As he did, a warbling cry made him jump slightly. Glancing toward the other two, he saw the shock on both their faces.

"Well, he's definitely some kind of meta."

Bruce hummed, but Jason simply looked down again. The pit was silent for a moment, the non-stop worry having paused at the noise. So when a rumbling almost purr-like hum came from himself, he almost froze. Almost. His shock had been overrun by how the kid seemed to relax, one of his hands gently grabbing onto him.

"That...that was new."

He didn't need to look to know the two were even more shocked, if not worried. Jason couldn't bring himself to care for once, wiping the last of the falling tears before running his fingers through the fluffy and bloody locks of their mysterious meta-kid.

He wasn't a meta...he knew that deep down as well.

It didn't take long after for them to get to Leslie's clinic, taking the boy inside in a rush. He was quickly moved onto a stretcher and taken into one of the more medically equipped rooms. The three weren't far behind, entering the room as Leslie worked on removing the bloodied clothes, mainly his shirt.

A large y-shaped and inflamed gash met all of their eyes. It wasn't the cause of the bleeding, but it clearly had been done not too long before the large gash next to it. They weren't the only injuries he had, and he'd had plenty if the scars were to say anything. The most concerning was a Lichtenberg scar that stretched from his hand across his entire chest.

None of them had been ready for it. Dick covered his mouth as Jason audibly took a deep breath. Bruce was silent, but from the stare, they knew he was just as horrified.

Leslie was equally as horrified to find a child in the condition he was in, but gritted her teeth and got to work. It took a long time, but the boy didn't stir. She and the others had checked his vitals multiple times just to make sure he was still fine. He was...if the low heartbeat and temperature were normal. The temperature probably was to an extent at least, they'd figured that out after a frost had covered the bed he was on.

Finally, his injuries were stitched, but as Leslie left to get everything he would need the boy bolted upright.

His breathing was heavy, flinging himself out of the bed and into a corner. Jason reacted the fastest, getting over to him and enveloping him in a hug. It was definitely not the right thing you're supposed to do, but he'd done it before he'd even thought about it.

And when the boy's arms tightly wrapped around him, a loud echoey sob being muffled against his jacket he knew it had been the right instinct.

Neither let go nor did they move.

Dick came over, carefully sitting beside them and hugging them both, taking a moment to wipe a tear that had fallen from Jason's face...when had that happened?

With a quiet click of a door opening and closing, Jason buried his head into the younger black-haired boy's head. Leslie wouldn't have had silent footsteps. Bruce had left the room. He didn't know whether he was thankful or not for that. From the brief information, he'd told them, the kid thought Bruce was his dad.

"...I'm sorry..."

Shaking his head slightly, not bothering to lift it, Jason rubbed the other's back.

"Nothin' to be sorry for. You're alive."

Another rumble noise escaped him, but he couldn't bring himself to worry and wonder about it yet again as the kid clung tighter, a similar yet much sadder noise coming from him.

Both could feel the short breath of a small laugh from Dick, who still held them both.

"You both sound like birds, your nicknames pretty fitting now, Jaybird."

A laugh came from the boy, slightly startling the older two. But, it was a welcome sound, the rest of the tense air finally fading.

After a bit of silence, the kid spoke again.

"I think I called your dad my dad."

Jason couldn't help the smirk that grew on his face.

"Just sounds like you're the next sibling to be adopted."

"New baby bird!"

Danny was both incredibly confused and...pleasantly surprised by their words. He knew for a fact they'd seen his powers at some point. But then again, the one he was clinging to, Jaybird if the guy's nickname was to be used, wasn't entirely alive either.

"Honestly I should apologize for thinking he was my dad...he's probably worse."

Jason snorted out a laugh. He probably shouldn't, but damn if the kid with the scars all across his body said it, he was probably right. Dick made the noise he does whenever Jay makes a joke about his death, only causing the kid to look over.

"What, it's a very grave mistake."

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writingsbychlo · 10 months

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How would our drunk batboys will react with their mates ? 😭❤️

RHYSAND:

"(Y/N)!" Rhysand's sudden shout was out of the blue, enough to make you jump as you lounged on the couch, book on hand. Closing it gently after marking the page, you listened to the chaos. "Darling! My darling!"

You listened as he stumbled to kick off his shoes, the sound of material hitting the floor - his jacket failing to make it to the coat hook, no doubt - and fell into the wall.

"Where are you?"

"I'm right in here, Rhys." You finally spoke, giggling a little but the sound was quickly cut off as the man appeared before you. Facing the wrong was, his winnow brought him unsteadily right to the edge of the couch, and he spun on his heel, whipping around to find you. As his gaze landed on you, a sunshine-smile split his face. "Hello, my love."

"My darling, my mate. Hi." And with that, he gave you no time to discard your book, before he was falling down atop you, crushing the air from your lungs and ignoring your groaned complaint. "Missed you."

"You're crushing me!"

"Missed you. Say it back." He left a kiss to your neck, another on your shoulder, and you wrestled your arms free from underneath him.

"I would if I could breathe!"

Propping himself up on shaky arms, his nose bumped your own, a soft kiss brushing across your lips, and you could still taste the whiskey on his lips. "You don't normally complain this much when I'm on top of you."

"Always so full of jokes when you drink, huh?"

"I'm a comedian, darling!"

AZRIEL:

"Hi, baby, I love you," Az mumbled, smiling so wide his eyes closed and his dimples were on full display. "Hi, baby! I love you!"

"Welcome home, Azzy." You teased, raising your brows at him as he swayed a little on the spot, standing at the end of the bed. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, but I missed you."

"Do you wanna get ready for bed, and then come cuddle?" Holding your arms open, he nodded happily, making no move to actually shift from his spot, his eyes closing again.

"Saw a girl that had a purple dress like yours."

"Oh, yeah?" You sighed, trying to resist the smile tugging at your lips as you kicked off the covers, making your way over to him. At the feel of your hands on his arms, slowly trying to guide him, his gaze popped back to you. "Was it a better dress than mine? Mine is old, now."

"You wore it on our first date!" He mused, letting you guide him towards the bathroom, only to be seated on the edge of the tub, wings drooping behind him. "I'll buy you a new purple dress if you want."

"That's okay, Azzy. I have plenty of dresses." Your words were all but pressed to his ear as you leaned around him to find the catches under his wings, and he hummed happily, looping his arms around you like a hug.

"Then what should I buy you?" His arms raised up over his head as you lifted his shirt off, only to return to gripping you tightly and pulling you into his body as soon as it was off.

"Nothing, you don't need to buy me anything."

"But how will you know how much I love you?" He pouted, and you pecked his lips, the smile you loved forming again as soon as you pulled back.

"You can just tell me, and I'll believe you."

"Okay. I love you. I love you like the waves love the moon, and like the stars love the night sky."

CASSIAN:

"Well, hello, pretty lady." Cassian tried to lean on the doorframe, missing it entirely and stumbling to the side as he almost fell, and you covered your mouth, sitting up a little further to see if he was okay. "I'm all good! Nothin' can hurt me, doll, I'm strong. Wanna' see?"

At that, he pulled up the bottom of his damp shirt, flashing his defined abs and smirking.

"Touch 'em."

"That's alright, Cass." He only shook his head, dropping his shirt and wandering over to you with uneven steps. "Did that hurt?"

"Did what hurt?" He echoed emptily, eyes closing in on your midnight snack sitting on the table in front of you.

"When you just fell through the door, are you okay?"

"I don't know, did it hurt for you?" He rebutted, slumping down onto the couch, half on top of you, with part of your sandwich in hand. He was quick to tear off an excessively large bite.

"When I fell?"

"Yeah." He spoke aorund the food, choking down a half-chewed mouthful before smirking again. "When you fell from Heaven."

"Oh, my Gods, Cassian!"

He only beamed.

#q.#OR #rhys is a funny and needy drunk #az is a loved up and head empty drunk #cass is a hungry and flirty drunk

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thedirtygridd · 1 year

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MY STEP BROTHER IS PIERRE GASLY…

WARNINGS - 18+, sexual content

Summary - You are still an innocent virgin, but one guy gives you feelings that you can’t quite explain….but it’s made complicated by the fact that this person is in fact Pierre Gasly…..your step-brother. (Based on a request. Kept them coming! )

You often wondered to yourself, as you sat in your bedroom, what it would be like to be with a guy.

What would it feel like? How pleasurable would sex really be…

You often daydreamed of your perfect guy, wishing you could finally let loose and lose your virginity.

You had some fit guys at your college, but none of them fully did it for you. None of them really seemed worth it….

But there was one person that always entered the back of your mind. Someone you couldn’t help but always think back to.

Pierre Gasly.

“But I can’t” you said to yourself as you began to daydream

“Stop it” you forced yourself to say.

You couldn’t think these sexual feelings towards Pierre, because he was your step-brother.

It was wrong to even start thinking of him nake…

“STOP” you shouted at yourself.

You lay down on your bed, scrolling through your phone, as you heard the doorbell ring

You couldn’t think who it could be. Your parents were away for the weekend, so it was just you in the house

You sprinted downstairs, in your mini skirt, and opened the door.

You were shocked to find Pierre on the other side!

“Heyyyy!” Pierre exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around you to greet you

His aroma and masculine scent sending a shiver down your spine, along with the feeling of his big hands wrapping around your back as he greeted you.

He was wearing his gym clothes, and did feel a bit sweaty as you hugged him

“Sorry I have just been working out, I am probably sweaty…but I decided to come home for the weekend, I heard it’s just you here, and your mum and dad are on vacation?”

Pierre had different parents to you, he was just “related” to you in the sense that his dad was now married to your mother.

“Yeah just me in the house this weekend, all alone!” You replied

“Welll….not anymore. We can have some fun” Pierre replied

You both sat down and chatted for a few hours, catching up on what you had missed.

You both had a great relationship, so many similar interests, so the conversation flowed with ease.

His deep, croaky, masculine voice gave you goosebumps as he described the f1 season he had been having so far. You loved it when he told his stories of frustrating outcomes in a race - you liked it when he was pissed off

Time passed, and Pierre decided to go and have a shower, to wash off all the sweat from his workout.

You both went upstairs and as he showered, you went back to your bedroom. You left your door open and could hear him in the shower in the opposite bathroom.

You lay there, listening to the water tricking down. Imagining the sight of it running down his thick neck, and trickling between his rock-hard Abs.

You couldn’t help but get aroused at the thought.

Your hand slowly crept down into your panties…and you began rubbing your clit, which was already wet

“I shouldn’t….” You reminded yourself

You kept trying to stop yourself, but your finger rubbed in circles over your hardening clit. The feeling getting more and more intense with ever stroke

You closed your eyes and imagined what it might feel like to get fucked by a guy…to finally lose your virginity…but best of all - for it to be Pierre. His experience….he had fucked a lot of girls already, you imagined how good he must feel inside

By this stage, you had got so distracted by your dirty thoughts, that you had missed Pierre getting out the shower, and he was now standing at your door

“Are you … are you okay?” Pierre asked as he stood by the door, with just a towel wrapped round his waist

“Shit …. errr, what you doing?!” You shouted towards the door.

You quickly pulled your pants back up and tried to look innocent as Pierre smirked at you.

Water dropped down from his messy, wet hair, and trickled down his sharp jawline

His hairy chest exposed as he glistened in the light

“We all need our alone moments…don’t be ashamed” Pierre replied , still smirking

“Thinking of someone nice? Some guy at college?” Pierre asked

You went blood red. You didn’t know what to say

“Oh…someone else eh?” He added.

He walked into your room and sat on the side of your bed , next to you

“You know I’ve never been with a guy, right?” You asked Pierre

“Really..wow, I’m surprised. A good looking girl like you should have guys all over you…” he replied

“You know….if you wanted…I could share some of my experience with you…” he added

You didn’t know how to respond. All you did was bite your lip

This message got across to Pierre. He leant over, slowly, and pressed his lips on yours

“We shouldn’t” you said, while holding him away

“We should” he responded, using his dominance to kiss you. This time it was more passionate, you instantly felt his tongue enter your mouth, and yours in his.

He kicked your neck , smothering it with saliva as he did

You couldn’t help but groan. You felt your pussy leaking at this point. You were already so aroused.

You couldn’t believe this was actually happening

You tan your fingers through his wet hair, and around his thick, warm neck as he sucked on yours

You could tell that you both had wanted to do this for a while

Pierre then placed you down, on your back. He placed himself above you, while lowering his towel, exposing all of his abs, and his hardening cock. Which was even bigger than you had imagined.

You noticed pre-cum oozing out of his tip as he started kissing your tits.

He sucked and kissed your tits, before lowering himself onto your pussy

His tongue licked you and sucked you out for what felt like forever.

You heard him slurping on your juices as he licked you out. You felt every movement of his tongue sliding in and out of you, and rubbing all over your hard clit

“I’m gonna cu—“ you climaxed before you could even warn him.

You squirted all over his pretty face, his tongue sipping up all the juice

He then got himself into position.

He held his cock with one hand as he rubbed it on your clit.

“Are you ready?” He asked

“I think so…” you responded, a bit nervous you must admit

“If you need me to stop, then tell me” he reassured you.

“I am quite big, so…” he added

He slowly pushed his cock into you.

At first, it felt like he was ripping a hole in you. A hole that just kept on getting stretched as he slipped inside. You felt his tip pushing apart your Virgin walls

The first guy ever to enter you… and it was Pierre.

This was a dream come true

It kept sliding further and further in. When would it end? You wondered.

“Shit you’re so fucking tight…ugh I love how you feel” he groaned.

He then Started thrusting in and out.

At first, it felt quite painful. You grabbed onto his biceps hard as he started to fuck you. You felt him stretching you out, you groaned like you had never before

Your nails dug into his olive skin as he fucked you

The pain quickly turned to pleasure , and before you knew it you were begging him to go harder and faster. Which he did

Every thrust he gave you was perfect. You felt every inch of him. Every throb of his hard cock

You made out with him as you fucked. Trading spit as your tongues swapped into each others mouths.

“Fuck yeah” he groaned as you kissed

You felt his body getting stickier and sweatier with every thrust. You loved it. You loved the idea of him working hard to fuck you. Sweating … just for you

“This is wrong….” You tried to say In between kisses, in between groans as he thrust you

“….but I fucking love it” you added. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you fuck your girlfriend”

“Are you sure?” He asked

“Do it. “ you responded

This immediately turned on a switch for Pierre. It changed him

He scooped you up under his arms and threw you onto all fours, before sliding his cock into you and fucking you doggy.

It felt even harder, even rougher than anything you could’ve ever fantasised about

He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back as he fucked you

“Like this, you slut” he shouted

You heard his skin slapping on yours as he thrust in and out of you with force and speed.

He spanked your arse

“Ahh! You exclaimed. The pain felt good tho

You hoped he would leave a handprint.

This was how every good should lose their virginity - you thought to yourself as he pressed himself even further into you than before, hitting the deepest walls inside you

“Shit I’m close” he gasped, out of breath from the intense fucking

He flipped you back towards him and kissed you again, his tongue sliding over your lips as he did. He then pushed you back onto your back and began jerking his cock on top of you

“ wanna see what happens when a real guy cums” he asked, while biting his lip and wiping sweat from his brow

“Cum all over me” you begged

He jerked his cock…he stroked it hard

“Wait….” You shouted

“Cum in me”

He smirked

He slipped his cock back inside you and thrust harder than ever. He felt even harder now, as if he was about to explode from within

“Are you sure? But I haven’t got a condom on…” he sounded a little concerned but it was quickly forgotten when you begged him for it

“Cum in me Pierre” you demanded

You grabbed his abs as he thrust. They clenched up on your hands as he moved

And then You felt it

Your walls completely filled with a warm, gooey fluid

It was as if someone had turned on the tap and left it running

He groaned and trembled ad he released his load inside your tight hole

“Shit….fuck!!” He groaned while collapsing on top of you

You felt his sticky, sweaty body on top of you as he rested. His cock still inside you, still twitching slightly as it bathed in his own cum bath he had just created inside you.

You both lay there , catching your breathe.

You couldn’t believe you had lost your virginity…finally

With Pierre of all people

But then the guilt started to settle.

But it wasn’t enough for you to tell him to move. You enjoyed the feeling of him twitching inside you

“Fuck….we’re gonna have a fun weekend” Pierre smirked

“Let’s shower, we’re so fucking sweaty” he said, still out of breath, before lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom….

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc smut #pierre gasly #pierre gasly smut #carlos sainz #carlos sainz smut #lando norris #lando norris smut #george russell #formula one #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x y/n

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nimbus2k2 · 5 months

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Morning

She opened her eyes to the pale morning light flooding in the small room.

It took her some seconds for her brain to register where she was. Not her bedroom in her childhood home in Miyagi. Also not her dorm room on campus in Tokyo, which she shared with two others from her faculty. It was her boyfriend’s small apartment in a less rowdy quarter of Sendai. On his cozy bed.

Normally she wouldn’t sleep too well in an estranged place, but perhaps the late night exhaustion and the comfort of her lover had lured her into a good night's sleep.

The day before, taking advantage of some days off, she headed home from Tokyo for a visit, then hopped on the train to Sendai to see Kei. Their distance relationship meant a lot of trips back and forth between Tokyo and Sendai for a day, or just several hours with each other.

Kei and she both liked making the most out of the time they could physically spend together by doing something chill. This time it was strolling around the neighborhood and talking. Their didn’t return to his place until the moon and stars had come out, until no public transportation was operating. It was too late for her to travel back home, nor for them both to keep their heavy eyes open. They just collapsed on the bed, haphazardly pulled the blinds, not even bothering to check if they had been down all the way. They were too exhausted to even put themselves in proper postures, just crashed in whatever position that felt comfortable enough.

Now in the morning, coming back to her senses, she became aware of Kei’s presence on her left. She woke up to find them facing each other, her hand in his, like how otters snuggle together on the waters.

A relaxed, peaceful expression adorned his face. His illuminated blond hair shined like a halo under the light flowing through the half-down curtains. His slightly parted lips carried the ghost of a contented smile. The sunrays softened his features, his cheeks, his jawline, his nose.

Kei was beautiful. Almost ethereal.

Oh what a view to wake up to.

She wanted to twirl his strands between her fingers, poke his cheeks with the rough pad of her index, but decided against it to admire him in his sleep a bit more.

Several minutes went by, he stirred from his slumber. His fingers curled around hers, his lips quirked up into a small smile, his lashes fluttered open letting the tender morning sun flow into the golden brown eyes. Sleep was still embedded in those gems, even more so mesmerizing without his glasses on, and also in his raspy voice.

“Hey, [Name].”

Oh this man was gonna be the death of her.

“Hey, Kei.”

“Slept well?” Asked him, still in that weirdly attractive groggy morning voice.

“Yeah. Really well actually.”

“Is it thanks to me being here?” He chuckled softly.

She shuffled closer to him. “Maybe.”

His fingers rubbed soothing circles into her knuckles. His sleepy eyes looking at her were so loving, so tender. In all these years, those eyes had always given her butterflies.

“I love you, Kei.” The fuzzy warmth inside her turned into words.

His beautiful smile grew all the wider.

“I love you too, [Name].”

The next few minutes passed in the comfortable and peaceful silence of the early morning. How she wanted to just halt the moment.

Kei slowly pushed himself up from the mattress, and stretched his arms. A sliver of his abs peeked from under the white fabric of his shirt. She had to resist the urge to place her fingertips on the exposed skin.

As if sensing her intention, his gaze fleeted to hers and the corner of his lips curled into a smirk.

“Enjoying the view?”

She gave him a kick to the leg underneath the blanket. Now that the sleep had gone from his being, his sass had come back to take its place.

“You are much cuter when you’re sleeping.” She glared at him.

“And you think I’m hot when I’m awake.”

She opened her mouth to retort, then closed it again, because he was right. Asleep or awake, she loved him anyway.

“Okay, yes.” She pressed the pillow to her face to hide the blush surely forming on her heated cheeks. “Unfortunately.”

He just gave a hearty laugh, then offered his hand. “So, up? I’ll make you some toast.”

Which she happily took, “Let's make some coffee too.”

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jareaul0ver · 21 hours

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl

Summary: A night out with the girls leads to an even better night at home with your girlfriend.

wc: 1.3k warnings: SMUTTY, touchy!nika, dom!nika, reader riding nika's abs, breast touching, slight fingering (?? i wouldnt even call it that, but i cant think of a better word), nika speaking in croatian because its hot as fuck pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

UConn had just beaten Southern California, and they wanted to celebrate. They were moving onto the final four and they couldn't be more ecstatic. They wanted -- needed -- to celebrate.

Paige had told everyone about a bar that isn't too far from campus, and the team decided to go. You weren't on the team but as Nika's girlfriend you obviously were invited. All the girls loved you, and you loved them.

You sat on the couch of your dorm, waiting for Nika to finish getting ready. The theme of the bar that night was wild west. You were surprised when Nika said she had the perfect outfit, you never expected her to own anything country.

She finally left the bathroom and looked at you with a smile. "You ready?"

You looked up at her and raised your eyebrows. She looked good. She had a white cropped button up on, a pair of light wash jeans, a pair of cowboy boots, and a tan cowboy hat. A sliver of her stomach was showing, revealing her toned abs and belly button piercing.

You stood up and walked over to her, placing your hands on her waist. "God, you look.." You just laughed and shook your head. She blushed a little and took your face in her hands.

"You don't look that bad yourself." You were wearing an orange cropped tank top, a very short pair of jean shorts, and a pair of sneakers. You didn't own anything country.

She pulled your face close to hers and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. She pulled back and let go of you. "We don't want to be late."

A low groan was heard from behind her as she turned around to leave. She looked back and shot you a small glare. "Sorry." You mumbled before the two of you left.

The entire night, you couldn't keep your hands off each other. If Nika needed another drink, you went with her. If someone called you over to talk to you, she went with you. The sexual tension was thick, you were practically walking through a cloud of smoke when you were next to each other.

A guy dressed in full cowboy attire went onto the small stage and spoke into the microphone. "Alright, y'all, we're bringin' out the bull!" The entire bar cheered as another guy rolled out a mechanical bull.

Paige came in between you and Nika and put her arms around your guys' shoulders. "If one of you can stay on it for 45 seconds, I'll give ya twenty bucks."

Nika immediately shook her head no, but you shot Paige a daring glance. "Bet." You said, the alcohol you ingested had given you the confidence.

You waited in line for your turn on the bull. Once you finally got up there, you straddled the machine. It started slow at first, but quickly picked up speed.

At one point you glanced over at Nika, and the look she was giving you sent chills down your spine. You knew you were in for it later.

To everyone's surprise except nika's you lasted more than a minute on the thing. Once you finally fell off, Paige came over to you with a 20 dollar bill in her hand, reluctantly placing it in yours. You pocketed it and gave her a smirk.

You went to turn around, but felt a pair of hands on your waist. Nika leaned into your ear and whispered. "You're gonna pretend to be sick and dizzy after that, and we're going back to the dorm." The tone in her voice was easy to determine, and your body shuddered.

"Okay," you said breathlessly. You did as she said, both of you playing off your departure as your sickness.

The two of you walked into your dorm, and you shut the door behind you. Nika wasted no time in pressing her front against your ass, pinning your front against the door. You gasped and your eyes fluttered shut when you felt her placing hot kisses on your neck.

Her hands came around to your front, one slinking up the bottom of your shirt to massage one of your tits, the other moving to unbutton and unzip your shorts. "Nika." You breathed hastily.

"Hm?" She hummed against your neck, her breath making goosebumps rise.

"Where's-" She slipped her hand down past your underwear and ran a finger through your already soaked cunt. You groaned, leaning your forehead against the door. "Where's this coming from?" You made out between breaths.

"You looked so good riding that bull, baby. I can't help myself." She husked. She gathered up some of your slick and rubbed small circles against your sensitive clit.

A low whine escaped your lips at her touch. She pulled her hands away from you, but before you could protest, she was already carrying you over to your bed. She set you down and laid down on her back next to you.

She pulled you onto your lap and hooked her fingers in two of the belt loops on your shorts. "Off." She tapped your hip and you quickly obliged, slipping the shorts off and tossing them onto the floor.

She brought her hands up and lifted your top over your head, discarding it somewhere. This left you in only a pair of white, lacy panties.

Your chest heaved as you stared at her, watching her deep brown eyes flickering from every part of your body. She bit her lip and put her hands on your hips, pulling you up to rest on her stomach.

"So wet for me, I can feel it through your panties." She was right. You were soaked. It was almost funny how quickly she could turn you on. There wasn't much time to process her words, however, as she used the grip on your hips to start grinding you back and forth.

She took the hat off her head and placed it on top of yours, in true "save a horse, ride a cowboy" fashion.

"Fuck-" You groaned. You felt her toned abs underneath you. You started moving your hips on your own accord, creating a rhythm that felt perfect against your core.

You ground yourself against her, the same way you had to while riding the bull. "Been thinking about this since the second you got on that machine." She said lowly, keeping one hand on your waist, and bringing another up to knead the skin of your breast.

You threw your head back, and the hat slipped off. "Yeah?" You somehow managed through your pants. You rolled your hips further, and hit a spot just right. Her belly button ring had brushed against your clit. Her name spilled out of your lips in an ungodly sense.

Nika caught onto what you were doing, and dropped her hand back down to your waist, speeding up your motions. Your juices soaked your panties and covered her stomach. She didn't care how messy you were, she was loving this.

"That feel good?" She licked her lips as she watched you. You nodded your head frantically, but couldn't manage any words. "Speak, baby."

"Fuck.. yes, Nika-" she thrusted her body upwards, making your back arch. "Shit- I'm close, baby." You whimpered.

She helped you speed up your pace. She felt your movements become more sporadic as you neared your orgasm. Sweat coated your body and you felt the knot tighten in your stomach. Nika could tell you were about to cum. "Cum for me, ljubavi."

Her speaking in her native tongue was enough for you to finally break. A string of curses, followed by her name left your mouth. Nika slowed the movement of your hips, letting you ride out your high, but trying not to overstimulate you.

You climbed off her lap and laid down next to her. She quickly got undressed, went to the bathroom and cleaned herself off, and laid back down, turning on her side to face you. You were laying on your back, your chest heaving. She gently cleaned you, trying to be careful around your sensitive area.

"Holy shit." You breathed out.

"Holy shit." She chuckled, wrapping her arm over your stomach and pulling you into her. You turned onto your side, tucking your head against her neck.

#nika muhl #nika muhl x reader #nika muhl smut #nika muhl x reader smut #uconn #uconn wbb #wnba #i love this woman with everything in me someone save me #wlw #lgbtq

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1989luvr · 4 months

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could you please write something where Mike becomes more comfortable and confident in his relationship with the reader? I think he might be worried and nervous at first but then become more relaxed when he’s with the reader, feeling comfortable enough to talk freely about how much he admires them and wants to get married one day

you’re like my fav fluff Mike writer on here so thanks!!

comfortable.

a/n: oh my god that's so sweet thank you so much i'm crying 🥹 i really hope you enjoy this! i'm so sorry this took so long, i kinda went a little off but i still hope that you enjoy this!! 🩷🩷🩷

Getting Mike comfortable in your relationship was hard, he was always very hesitant, and you didn't mind. You knew he's had a very hard life and that he might not be ready for anything yet. You stood in the kitchen making Abby's lunch before you went to work, when you felt a pair of arms go around your waist and a head on your left shoulder. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mike, ever so relaxed and content, this was new but you didn't mind. "Hey, baby" you lean your head against his. He mumbles a small 'Hi' into the fabric of your crewneck.

"You alright?" you look at him, his eyes glistening in the sunset that was leaking through the half opened blinds. "You look pretty as usual, wanted to make sure my brain wasn't fucking with me." Mike mumbles again. You smile and you feel your face grow hot. "I assure you, 'm real." you turn your head and press a kiss to his cheek. He was never really affectionate but, maybe he finally trusted you more than he already did and is finally realizing how much you love and care about him and that brought a huge smile to your face like you're a teenager again. You plated Abby's lunch and Mike's grip on your waist got tighter, you laughed confused. "Mike, cmon I gotta go give Abs her food." you softly say. "One second, please?" Mike pleads. You sigh as you give in. 5 minutes later he lets go, "Y/n, after you get back from work, can we talk?" Mike questions, following you to the table. "Yeah, of course. Is everything okay?" you ask as you set the plate on the table. "Yeah, yeah. We just haven't been able to like, uh be alone in awhile." Mike shyly plays with the strings of his hoodie while making eye contact with you.

"Yeah, I agree. I'll be back here around 7." you smile at him and gently take his hand and squeeze it. Abby comes into the room and sees that you made her lunch, "Thank you, Y/n!!" she wraps her arms around your hips and gives you a huge hug before sitting down. "Of course, sweet girl." you rub her head and that small interaction makes Mike's heart swell. "I gotta get to work, i'll see you two later." You kiss Abby's head and go to Mike and kiss the corner of his mouth and exit the house and go to your car.

"When are you going to marry her?" Abby asks once the front door is closed. "Abby!" Mike exclaims, slightly embarrassed, and locks the front door. "Oh come on, Mike! It's been like a million years!!!" Abby sighs dramatically. "It's been like six months, Abs. Haven't even told her I loved her or have had our first real kiss yet." He mumbles the last part out of Abby's ear shot. After a beat, he sits down at the table and makes conversation with her while she eats.

Later that night, you arrive back at Mike's house at seven, just like you said you would. He gave you a spare key a few weeks ago so you used that and gave a small knock before opening the door, "Mike?" you softly call out. Mike was in the bathroom, making sure his curls looked just right, he comes around the corner smiling. "How was work?" he sat on the couch, looking at you twiddling his thumbs. "Pretty decent. Didn't get yelled at too bad but old ladies, so its win in my book" you kick of your shoes neatly by the door then hang your coat up on the coat hanger and make your way to the couch and sit down.

"What did you want to talk about?" You question, facing him. "Uhm, I uh, just wanted to say thank you, for a lot of things, like putting up with me these past six months. I appreciate you and I love you so much. I know I've never said it but, after every interaction I want to say it but a big part of me is saying that it will scare you off. I love you." Mike gushes. You smiled widely scooting closer to him. "I love you too, Mike. I am more than grateful to be in your life. I know that you've gone through tough times and I'm always here for you, I'm not going anywhere." You grab his hand. "I want to be with you forever, I am committed to this, to you. I want to marry you one day, I don't know if i'm moving to fast in this, I just have felt the need to get it off my chest and-" He looks at you, but before he continues to speak you feel like you're about to burst, you swiftly cup his face and pull him in for a proper kiss.

His shaky hands meet your middle and you both melt into the kiss. In the next moment you are both pulling away for air. "Sorry, your reaction was cute. I'm just as committed to you Mike as I am to Abby. I love you guys. I love you, Mike Schmidt. To the Moon and to Saturn." You smile.

"The Moon and to Saturn?" Mike gains a bit more confidence in himself, with a boyish grin painted on his face as he pulls you closer.

"Definitely." you smile before he pulls you in for a kiss.

a/n: oh my god i'm so sorry this took so long and i'm also so sorry if some parts don't make sense i lowkey went crazy this weekend #lol but I really hope you enjoyed <333

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