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wysteria-bloom · 21 days

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⚝ " mine, all mine "

How do the hazbin boys kiss you

Warnings : I mentioned 'lady' in lucifer's part, but the reader can still be interpreted as whatever gender ya want. Highly suggestive on both Lucifer and Vox's parts.

Genre : Fluff, suggestive

A/n : this account has been doing so well lately and I just want to say thank you so much. I love every single comment you guys send in and the support is so appreciated. You're the reason I get the motivation to write these silly little stories so thank you.

Characters : alastor, Vox, lucifer

▢ alastor ⍋

- Sweet as cream -

"Al, can you pass me the cream?" You asked politely, stirring your coffee absentmindedly. Your eyes didn't lift from your book, too engrossed in the scene that was playing out.

Your boyfriend hummed, currently in the middle of his meal and looked at the cream sitting next to him," I'm not sure, darling. Can I?" He teased out, his ever-present grin stretching mischievously.

You blinked at his response and looked up from your book, raising an eyebrow at him," Well, I would like to think my lovely boyfriend isn't incompetent." You replied bluntly, a sweet tone to your voice as your head tilted to the side.

"Frankly? My wonderful partner is being rather rude at the moment and doesn't seem to be deserving of the cream!" He shot back just as sweetly.

"Oh-hoh? Is that right?" Your eye twitched, smile dropping ever so slightly," Well, perhaps I can show you just how rude I can be when you're banished to the couch, hm?"

"What a card to pull, my dear!" He placed his face in his hands, eyes sparkling with amusement and glee," I must really be pushing your pretty little buttons."

There was a small growl at the back of your throat but you were quick to push it down with a cough, but from Alastor's perked up ears and widening grin, he had heard you.

"Alastor, love of my life, how can I stop you from being a pain in my ass today?" You asked, making sure your tone was light with gentleness despite your foul language.

He let out his typical 'hm', his eyes narrowing in thought as one of his claws tapped his chin,"... A kiss may just suffice."

You blanched at him,"... are you that emotionally chaotic that you have to irritate me to request for a kiss?"

"..." He began to slowly push the cream towards the edge of the table, a challenging glint in his eyes.

His actions basically answered your question, however.

"Oh my-... Okay! Okay." You begrudgingly got up from your seat and walked around the table to your tall deer-man whilst he only watched you with a cute little sparkle in his eyes.

You reached a hand out gently, brushing a knuckle against his cheek before cupping it. The smile couldn't stop from spreading across your lips when you saw him lean into your loving touch. He's come so far where sudden touches are concerned and you've never been more proud.

You leaned down, smile still on your face and you took note of the prideful grin on Alastor's lips as he looked at your lips," Don't look so happy with yourself - you're being a scoundrel, yknow?"

"Oh dear, a scoundrel?" He breathed, pretending to be devastated at the revelation," Whatever can I do to get back into your good graces, my love?"

You leaned down, lips brushing his," Good question..." Your hand fell from his face and you brushed a thumb onto the cream before bringing the white treat to his lips, swiping it across his bottom one,"... Give me what I asked for from the beginning?"

And with that, Alastor closed the gap between you both, lips moulding together perfectly. You hummed into the kiss, cupping his face softly to deepen the kiss, your tongue swiping across his bottom lip to clean the cream off.

At this, the passionate kiss got all the more sweeter. Alastor's hands fell to your hips, kneading the flesh like dough as he focused on the feeling of your soft lips against his.

When you both pulled away for a break, you were left panting against eachothers lips. The red-haired demon smiled widely, eyes lidded," I trust that this has qwelled our little rivalry, hm?"

"I dunno..." you pecked his lips and gave him a teasing grin," You still seem like a scoundrel to me."

Alastor chuckled lowly, "Then let me remind you of how much of a gentleman I can be," dragging you into another sweet kiss.

▢ vox ᯤ

- underlying spice -

"Vox, you're- ah~... You're gonna be fuckin' late idiot," You grunted out as he nipped at your neck, the feeling of his teeth sending literal pulses of electricity through your veins.

He had you caged to his desk, chest pushing against yours. Your bodies were so close together that you could feel a low and pleasurable buzz between you both.

He groaned against your neck," You think I give a shit about meetings when I have you pressed against me like this?" His sharp teeth grazed your skin teasingly, but there was the underlying threat of breaking your skin with them," and you're sooo fuckin' pretty like this too... I'm offended you'd think I'd abandon you in a state like this, babe."

Your hands gripped onto his shirt, giving him a threatening undertone as well," I am not letting you back out of a meeting I've been planning for months just 'cause you wanna get your fucking dick wet." You gritted out, but still not pushing him away.

"You're so bratty today." He pulled from your neck to grin down at you crookedly, an almost lazy tilt to his eyes," only makes me want you more."

"Well, you don't get that privilege dipshit. You need to go. Now." You frowned up at him, tapping his screen with a clawed finger.

"Stop acting like you don't want me to get you off. We both know that's not fuckin' true." He deadpanned.

"I can just go to Val for help." You shrugged absentmindedly," No biggie."

There was a low growl from him as moved his hands to your thighs, lifting you onto his desk suddenly. You yelped from the action and stared on in shock and arousal.

"Stop fucking fighting me on this." He mumbled, leaning in close to your face as his eyes narrowed," as if Val couldn't compare to me- are you fucking shitting me?" He seemed genuinely offended at the notion," You're both power-bottoms, how would that even work?"

"I dunno..." you tried to gain the higher ground by playing with some lint on his suit," I could top, this one time..." you leaned close to his face, an unhinged glint in your eyes," Juuuust to piss. You. Off..."

Suddenly, Vox surged forwards, capturing your lips in his. Almost instantly, his tongue is shoved down your throat, the buzzing of electricity making you moan. You gripped onto his jacket desperately, wanting to deepen the kiss even further but he refused. He set the slow and erotic pace of the kiss, claw digging into your hips to try and control himself. His other hand entangled into your hair, tugging ever so slightly to shove his tongue further into your mouth for more exploration.

Red liquid drooled from his mouth, the same coming from you too as you gasped and moaned into this rough kiss. You could swear the buzzing coming from his tongue was turning your brain into mush, making you forget about your previous grievances and think about him, him, him.

When he pulled from you, trail of red saliva connecting your lips as you panted breathlessly.

"... You're such a whiny fucking baby about everything." You grumbled.

Vox only grinned maniacally, knowing that meant you had given in," and you're easy to push over the edge, baby."

To celebrate his accomplishment of getting out of a meeting to rail you instead, he played an applause sound and people cheering from his screen to really rub it in your face, grin widening at the sight of the twitch of a smile on your lips.

"Oh, shut up!" You laughed out before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss.

▢ lucifer morningstar ⚝

- taste of home -

"Hon, I'm happy for you and everything, but isn't this a little bit excessive?" You mumbled out, a look of concern on your face as you watched him run around his office like a headless chicken to find a thin paintbrush.

"Pffft- Whaaat? No!" He waved his hand dismissively and grinned like a madman as he tinkered away at a little duck, hand painting meticulously," this is the perfect birthday present for her!" He then looked at you from over his shoulder, giving you lidded eyes and a charming grin," just trust the process, pretty."

Your heart fluttered at the nickname and you huffed, giving into his wild ideas as usual. His wonderful mind was a force to be reckoned with, and when he has a plan then there's no stopping him.

"You've been painting ducks for the passed three hours, though." You pointed out and walked over to him when his back was turned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. He didn't even react to your touch, continuing to paint the little ducky like it was his final mission in life.

But he did lean into your touch, however. Maybe he isn't a lost cause after all.

He didn't answer you, but you couldn't help but watch him. His hand moving methodically. You already knew what duck this was going to be, it was almost a perfect replica of Charlie.

But as a duck. Duh.

You smiled softly at the sight of it, watching for a minute or so before you leaned down to his neck, opening your mouth to whisper," Earth to Lou~..." you cooed out gently.

His shoulders tensed and his movements paused, a shiver running down his spine. He bit his lip and then gulped," y-yea-... ahem... yeah?" He could feel his cheeks growing hot at the press of your warm lips to the back of his neck.

"When are you gonna take a break?..." You hummed, trailing your kisses across his neck.

He set the duck down slowly, your affection having a grip on him,"... Now seems like a good time." He hummed back, head tilting to the side to give you more access.

"What a good answer~" you breathed out prasingly, lips sucking a little love bite to the back of his neck which made him moan lowly.

"Y-you're killing me here, beautiful..."

You chuckled," Kind of the idea, hon." Tapping his shoulder, you kissed his cheek," how about you turn around, hm? You can make it up to me with a kiss."

"Make... make it up to you?"

"Make up for ignoring me."

He smirked and turned around in your arms, wrapping his own around your waist, chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you," Oh yeah? My pretty lady wanted attention, huh?" He teased out gently with that heart-warmingly charming grin.

"No no no. You don't get to turn this on me, you tease." You grunted out, brows furrowing as you tapped his forehead.

"And why not?" He challenged, grin never falling.

"... because."

"What groundbreaking reasoning!" He laughed and then pulled you into his lap. A hand trailed up and down your spine lightly, the other moving to pull you closer into him by the waist," If you wanted attention, you could have just said, honey."

"You would have won, then."

"Who says I'm not winning right now?"

You pressed your forehead against his, eyes narrowing," Me."

"... and your word is final, yeah?" His amusement was clear," The King of Hell's word is worthless compared to yours?"

You giggled," correct."

He huffed out a breath of amusement and brought one of your hands to his lips, licking your wrist with a sultry glint to his eyes," Oh, wow... then I guess I really have to step my game up then, eh?"

Watching him with warm cheeks, you nodded with a gentle smile to your lips, "You do."

He brought you close to his face by cupping the back of your neck, pressing a gentle yet passionate kiss to your lips. His tongue immediately licking your bottom lip for permission to enter. You opened your mouth for him, humming lowly in pleasure as your hands ran through his hair.

His lips were warm and soft, they felt like home. The gentleness balanced out with the dominance and sent the perfect shivers throughout your body.

His touch to your back was soothing, claws sliding up and down; drawing patterns, spelling out your name and then his and then drawing a heart around it.

Fuck, he was so cheesy but it only made your love grow more.

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teddyeyeseddie · 9 months

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Pay Attention To Me

eddie munson x reader

warnings: minors dni, smut, p in v, c*ck warming, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: I got baked out of my mind and this was born, if I had to write it you have to read it. enjoy babes xx

It starts out innocent, the want of being close to Eddie burning deep inside you. You’d pull up a chair and sit beside him at his desk, foot hooking with his under the table.

Then you scooted closer, head laying on his shoulder while he slaved over his campaign. You would let out soft hums in hopes he would pay at least a little bit of attention to you. He doesn’t.

“Honey,” you whine, nuzzling into the mess of curls gathered at his shoulder.

“Busy, baby,” he responds, eyes never leaving the pages of the notebook in front of him.

“Want you though,” you whimper, getting up from your spot and snaking your hand over his chest. He sighs at your words, pencil getting thrown to the wayside as he turns in his chair, spreading his legs and looking up at you with the look he always has when he’s irritated.

“Don’t care, I’m busy darling,” his legs are still spread, dark eyes boring into yours as you sway back and forth.

“Can I jus’ suck you off?” you bat your eyelashes at him, silently begging him for something, anything.

He rolls his eyes, popping the button of his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock is half hard, Eddie giving it a few tugs as you walk towards him. You’re about to sink to your knees but Eddie stops you.

“Uh uh- sit,” he says as he motions towards his cock.

You quirk your eyebrows, confused as he directs you.

“I said- Sit,” he spits in the palm of his hand, stroking his cock as you hover over him. He guides the tip to your hole, you finally sinking down once he pushes in.

It burns so good, the ache of accommodating him causing the coil in your belly to tighten. You begin to bounce but Eddie's grip on your hip is harsh and tight.

“Didn’t say you could ride me,” he bites as he turns back towards his campaign, picking up his pen and getting back to work as if he isn't balls deep inside of you right now.

“E-eds please,” you finally whine after 5 minutes of what felt like agonizing torture. Eddie’s cock was so perfect inside you, it rubbed at the right spot deducing you to a squirmy needy mess.

“If you keep still, I’ll fuck you into the matress, yeah? Be a good girl and I’ll take such good care of you,” he whispers in your ear, placing a soft kiss below your ear as he continues the task at hand.

5 more minutes pass, Eddie finally closing his notebook and guiding his hand to your hip.

“Want to ride me? Or do you want me to take care of you?”

You merely nuzzle into his neck, silently giving him your answer. He chuckles and hoists you off of his cock, leading you to the bed.

He pulls you to the edge, lifting your legs up and pushing them against your body before he thrusts back inside.

“Fuck- so impatient aren’t you?”

You nod dumbly, boobs bouncing as he punches into you with each thrust.

“Made yourself a mess on my cock while I was just trying to plan a campaign?”

“M’ sorry honey, just needed you,” He thrusts, picking up pace, balls slapping against your ass.

“Yeah, so needy you just had to sit on my cock, huh?” you're a mess underneath him, writhing and moaning as he drills into you.

“Fuck- you feel so good angel. Pretty sure If I die and go to heaven, I’d just end up between your legs,”

“Eddie- Eds- fuck m’ so close,” he pulls out at your words, flipping you over in order to fuck you from behind. Your hand snakes to your clit, rubbing at it as he thrusts into you deeply.

“Come for me, honey. Come on my cock, I’ll come inside, give you whatcha want,” he pins your hands behind your back, setting a rough pace.

“F-fuck E-ed,” Eddie released your hands, knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets and ride through your orgasm, you feel Eddie pick up his brutal pace, his thrusts becoming erratic as your orgasm continues.

“Gonna fill you up now m’kay?” you nod, cheek pressed into the pillow as you let out soft whimpers at his relentless pace.

His hips stutter and finally he’s coming. It’s so much, dripping out of you and down his balls. He pulls out once he has emptied himself inside of you.

It drips out at a steady pace, his sheets being painted by his come mixed with yours.

You collapse down onto the bed, turning onto your side in order to let Eddie settle in beside you. He gathers you closely, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

He gets up from his place on the bed after a few minutes, returning with a warm cloth. He spreads your legs audibly moaning at the sight of your pussy painted with the evidence of him.

He wipes you up, being as gentle as he can. You suck in a breath through your teeth when the rough cloth drags over your clit.

“M sorry honey, almost done, kay?”

He pressed a kiss above your clit, causing you to giggle.

“Love you,"

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onlyhuis · 6 months

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bedroom exclusive

member — actor bf!jun x f reader genre — smut, (playful) angst, fluff word count — 3.9k synopsis — seeing your boyfriend on tv kissing another girl definitely doesn't feel good, but he's got plenty of time to make it up to you. and he plans on letting you know that you're the only one on his mind. smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, kissing, fingering, jun likes to be a tease, reader likes to be a brat, some jealousy but it's (mostly) pretend, all my fics have disgustingly happy endings i can't help it sorry notes — requested by @miwayu v this idea has been sitting in my inbox for 783 years but i have finally finished it !! big thanks to @onlymingyus for proofreading. i hope you enjoy!

"well, how come you never kiss me on the couch like that?"

jun crosses his arms with a huff. "first of all, yes i do, and second of all, it's not like the scene was my idea! i didn't write the script!"

he's right about everything, but you still can't help but feel upset. no, not upset: you have to admit to yourself that you're a little... jealous. jealous that everybody gets to see how your jun kisses someone, how he holds someone, how he closes his eyes and wraps his hands around and how he touches someone. it's exactly what he looks like when he's doing all of that with you, so watching your boyfriend do all of those things with someone who isn't you is jarring, to say the least. but at the end of the day you know it's acting, and that after the cameras are turned off and the staff goes home for the night, he's doing all of that for real with you and only you. but even though you're not really angry with him, you still feel like pouting.

you stay quiet, trying to think of something to say, but jun speaks. "baby, if it really has you so worked up, then why don't i just show you?"

his question catches you off guard, and you look over at him in suspicion. "show me what?"

but as soon as the question leaves your lips, jun is putting his arms around you and flipping you down onto the couch. everything happens so fast that you barely comprehend what's happening until your back is flat against the cushions and he's positioning himself on top of you, caging you in with his arms and his legs straddling either side of your hips. your heart races when you look up and see the familiar look in his eyes as he holds himself above you.

you don't try to hide the whine that escapes you, and jun grins in satisfaction as he leans down, his face hovering just centimeters above yours. "show you what it's like to be under me, darling. no cameras, just you and me."

your eyebrows knit into a frown and you turn your cheek to the side, away from him.

he sighs, but your refusal just makes him even more determined to convince you otherwise. "come on, baby, don't act like that. it isn't real. this is real, and i know you know the difference."

he presses his lips against your neck, feeling the way your pulse jumps beneath your skin as he gently leaves a trail of kisses down your throat. your curiosity gets the better of you and you turn your head back to look at him, only to find him staring into your eyes, his fixed gaze never leaving you as he works his way across your neck.

the familiar feeling of his large hands roaming your body makes your skin warm, and you do your best to ignore the traitorous rush of slick between your legs. you can only pretend to be mad for so long before you give in, and it's beginning to seem easier and easier with every move he makes, working you up in ways only he knows how. he knows your body like the back of his hand, knows exactly which buttons to press, knows exactly what to do to get you begging and pleading for more.

but still you have the urge to fight him, not wanting to let him have the satisfaction of your pleasure just yet. "i don't know. it looked pretty real to me," you tease him.

he kisses a sensitive spot on your neck and sucks on it a little, gentle enough not to leave any marks but still more than enough to make you stifle a gasp.

"are you being a brat on purpose, or are you really mad?" he asks, his voice a touch softer than before. he hopes you're not seriously upset, and he knows you like to make jokes, but if you're really hurt then maybe he needs to switch gears.

"both," you reply with a pout, but you lift one hand to run your fingers through his hair, a quiet reassurance that you're alright. "i'm really mad that you're not inside me yet."

his eyes light up, and he begins to suck at the spot on your neck harder, this time enough to bruise. "well, brats don't always get what they want right away," he says, and you shiver as his teeth graze over your skin. "right now i wanna take my time with you. so are you going to behave and let me do that, or are you going to keep acting like a brat and make me leave you with nothing?"

"i think you'll fuck me no matter what i act like," you say, and your hand trails down his stomach to feel where his cock strains against his pants, just as you suspected. he may know all your body's secrets, but you know just as much, if not more, about his. "because you love me too much. and you like this too much."

"but this isn't about me, baby," he hums, and the vibrations against your skin almost make you moan. "what i like doesn't matter right now. what matters is you deciding whether you're gonna keep playing these games, or if you're gonna let me fuck all those doubts out of your pretty head once and for all. it's your choice, sweetheart."

his trail of kisses moves back up your neck, but his lips stop short at your chin, clearly waiting for you to answer.

you pretend to think it over, narrowing your eyes in pretend thought, still refusing to give him the response he wants.

"why are you making this harder for yourself, baby? you know i love you," he whispers, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. "you have nothing to be mad about, because look where i am right now. i'm not with anybody else but you, and i don't want to be with anybody else but you. so drop the act, honey. i dropped mine."

you sigh out, both your hands finally coming to rest on the back of his neck. your fingers weave into his hair, twirling his locks between your fingertips until you can't take it anymore, breaking out into a smile that gives him the cue he was waiting for.

he leans down and finally pushes his mouth against yours, and your eyes flutter shut, your entire body relaxing at the familiar feeling. his nose presses against your cheek, his lips parted slightly as his hands hold the back of your neck, tangling in your hair splayed out across the couch. you let out a shaky breath and he swallows it, pushing his lips deeper into yours.

his mouth moves slowly but his kisses are anything but gentle. his tongue prods at your upper lip and you welcome him, matching his pace and pulling him down towards you so you can wrap your arms around him to hold him tighter against your chest.

he shifts above you, his knees straddling either side of you, and you can feel how hard he is. the image of him doing exactly this for millions of viewers flashes in your head, but any doubt is pushed out of your mind when he starts grinding his hips against your leg, groaning into your kiss. he might even be needier than you are right now, but you can't help teasing him just once more.

"is this bringing back fond memories?" you break away from his mouth to say, breathing heavily.

"shut up," he bites back, then exhales sharply. his voice is low when he speaks again. "the day we filmed that scene, all i could think about was you. it was the day we were supposed to have dinner at your parents' house, but i made you lie about being sick so we could stay home and i could fuck you in every room in the house instead. i didn't mention it at the time because i thought it'd kill the mood, but trust me when i say the only memories i have of that day are about you."

air catches in your throat and you glance up at him, but the look in his eyes is serious. he didn't tell you much about his schedules and exactly which scenes he was filming on which day, so there was no way to tell what was happening on set unless you were there personally. you remember this particular day well— more accurately, you remember the days afterward that you'd walked with a limp.

"i thought you did it because you didn't want to have to eat my mom's overcooked chicken again," you respond, trying to cover your surprise with a breathless laugh.

"i did it because i wouldn't have been able to sit at that table and not think about fucking you on top of it," he says, and you can feel the heat creeping into your cheeks at the thought. "now, stop bringing it up, or i'll have to fuck that bratty attitude out of you."

"what if i want you to, though?" you retort. "maybe i need more convincing."

his nostrils flare, and he pushes his mouth against yours once more, drinking in the desperate sounds that leave your lips. "we both know you're a liar, but i'd still be happy to change your mind."

one of his hands trails down your chest, then your stomach, before finally stopping just below your belly button. you're sure he must be able to feel the heat radiating from between your legs, but he doesn't move, just rests his hand on top of your pants.

he stays still for a moment, and the way his hand hovers unpredictably makes your heart race, waiting for him to do something. suddenly he cups your clothed pussy without warning, and you moan out his name, the sound muffled by his lips as he kisses you harder. he relishes in the way your hips buck up against his hand.

he's in love with how you're already so desperate after just a few kisses, but he isn't faring any better himself; the weight of his cock aches, straining against his pants and against the side of your leg. it's almost embarrassing how you're both so needy for each other, yet he couldn't even begin to imagine anything hotter than this moment here with you.

maybe the directors had been onto something with those scenes. if anything, it just gives him more material to do with you. his mind wanders, running through each scene in his head and picturing it differently. kissing you on the kitchen counter, kissing you on the table, kissing you against the wall, kissing you on the bed, kissing you in the park, kissing you in the rain… so many possibilities, and he can't wait to try every single one with you.

it's not until you break apart from him, whimpered words tumbling out of your mouth as you plead with him to touch you, that he comes back to reality. those kisses can wait for another time.

he plants a quick kiss on your upper lip before slipping his hand underneath the waistband of your pants. you exhale a sigh of relief at the feeling of his fingers on you, pushing your pants down your hips and kicking them away to give him better access.

"you're so wet already, baby," jun hums, swiping his finger over your dripping entrance and grinning when you shiver. "you like kissing me this much, huh?"

you manage to shake your head. "i like knowing you think about me when you're supposed to be kissing someone else," you breathe.

"i'm always thinking about you, sweetheart."

just like his mouth, his fingers start out gentle, running up and down through your folds and rubbing tiny circles around your clit. the warmth of his hand mixes with the warmth between your legs, and a shiver runs down your spine, already feeling the tension building in your stomach.

but soon it becomes not enough and you're just about to start begging him for more, but without you even having to ask he pushes the tip of his index finger into your pussy.

"fuck…" you moan against his lips, struggling to catch your breath. "i could cum just from that, jun, please—"

"mm, should i let you? or should i make you wait, from all this attitude you've been giving me?" he asks, pushing his finger deeper into you.

you can't even give him an answer, but he must decide to let you off easy this time, because he slides another finger into you. you moan, pulling his head closer to kiss him as his fingers start to move faster.

your eyes are squeezed so tightly shut it makes you dizzy, and you can feel your teeth knocking against jun's, but you're so lost you barely notice it.

he adds a third finger and instantly you feel yourself falling into the pleasure, clenching around him.

you frantically tear your lips from his, moaning and panting and gasping for breath as your high overtakes every part of your body. a rush of wetness pours from you, gushing out over his fingers as he continues to thrust them in and out of you, the added pressure of his thumb on your clit prolonging your orgasm.

it takes a few moments but finally you come back down to earth, the feeling of the couch cushions under your back reminding you where you are and what you're doing. jun lays on top of you, his fingers still buried in your cunt and his mouth leaving kisses all over your face as you wait for your breath to return to you.

with a content sigh you push on his shoulder to make him sit up, and he kisses you once more before he leans away.

"are you comfortable?" he asks, and you look up at him in confusion at the question.

"very comfortable after that," you tell him with a giggle, propping yourself up on your elbows. "but otherwise yes. why?"

he smiles. "just wondering if you wanted to move to the bed. or the floor, if you feel like."

you purse your lips, giving him a pout. "i thought you said you were gonna fuck me on the couch?"

"clearly you still have the energy to be a brat, so my work here isn't done yet," he grins. "couch it is, then."

he pulls his shirt off in one quick motion before reaching down for your clothes, but you barely even notice him lifting your arms to slide you out of your shirt.

you've seen him shirtless hundreds of times by now, but he never fails to take your breath away. it's been too long since you've had a moment to stare like this anyway so you take full advantage of the opportunity, your gaze fixated on the sight of his bare chest and the way his muscles flex with movement. have his arms gotten bigger? they've definitely gotten bigger.

"like what you see?" he laughs when he notices you watching him, and you smack his arm playfully. he's corny, but you couldn't love him more.

"i do. and i'm not afraid to admit it."

"still mad you're not the only one who gets to see it?" he teases.

"mm, a little," you exhale. "but i'm the only one who can see it every day, in person, whenever i want. so at the end of the day it doesn't really matter what they see, does it?"

he stands up and pushes his pants down, a smile playing on his lips. "that's my good girl."

you can't help but continue to ogle him as he strips, the outline of his cock against his briefs so defined you can practically taste it.

"do you want to be on top, or me?" he asks, and your eyes belatedly move back up to his face.

"i thought you were gonna fuck the brat out of me, junnie," you tease him playfully. "how can you do that if i'm on top?"

he scoffs. "last time i ever offer you a choice, then. maybe i should just fuck your mouth instead, since you seem to think you're getting your way here."

"you say that like it's a bad thing," you laugh. "like i don't beg you to let me suck you off, like, twice a day."

"well, unlucky for you, that's not happening today," he says, and finally pushes his underwear down. his cock springs free and you groan, any argument you had instantly dying on your lips at the sight.

you know the look of lust on your face is blatantly obvious, but you couldn't care less. not when your boyfriend's gorgeous cock is mere inches away, yours and yours alone to see. it finally sinks in that all the scenes from his drama were just pretend sex, while you're having real sex. and boy, does it make your stomach flutter.

jun knows you all too well, knows how you get when you're around him and how you lose all control at just the sight of him naked. and he adores it. being naked in front of cameras and crew members made him shy, but being naked in front of you made him the proudest man in the world. the way you look at him as if he's the only person you've ever seen; he can practically see the stars in your eyes, and that alone is worth more than billions of strangers seeing him on a screen.

he drinks in every second of your reactions. the way your breath stutters when he leans over to wrap one of your legs around his waist, the way you shiver when he runs his hand along your thigh and the way your hands immediately find their way to his head as you try to pull him down towards you.

he can tell in the way your attitude has changed that you aren't mad (or even pretend-mad) at him anymore, and he takes this as his sign to bend down and kiss you again.

"do you believe me now?" he whispers, his warm cheek pressed against yours. you close your eyes and feel the vibrations from his voice against your face, your grip on his hair tightening as you hold him as close as you possibly can.

"believe what?" you ask softly, though you already know what he's referring to.

jun hums. "that you're the only one i love."

"i never doubted that for a second."

he pushes his lips against yours and you swallow him, the both of you growing more desperate and more restless as he grinds his hips against yours.

you kiss him until you can't anymore, leaning your neck back against the couch seat with a breathless moan.

he moves his lips downwards, momentarily stopping between your breasts before he quickly sits back on his heels, angling his cock between your legs with practiced ease.

it takes seconds for him to slide into you, a whine stuck in your throat at the pulsing feeling inside you. he pulls his hips back slowly, nearly slipping out before he pounds back into you.

your hands yank him down again and he falls flat against your chest, quickly finding the best position to hold you as he continues to thrust into you.

his hands sit beside your head, cupping your cheeks as he pants and gasps and groans your name.

sweat-drenched pieces of jun's hair dangle above your face, but the only thing you see is the way he looks at you, his intense gaze communicating things far beyond words.

"jun…" you manage, everything else failing you as you melt into his touch. your body is on fire, there's so much you want to say and do but your head is spinning.

jun pulls you into another deep kiss and you let your eyes fall shut, letting him take over, mouths moving together so you can't tell where he ends and you begin.

"fuck, you're so perfect," he curses, his thrusts growing faster. "so beautiful."

"all mine, junnie," you moan, the only words you can remember. you're barely thinking about what leaves your mouth but you know exactly what you want to say,

"i know, baby. i'm all yours," he pants, desperately kissing you anywhere his lips will reach. "nobody else's. yours."

it doesn't take much longer for the knot in your stomach to tighten until you can't hold back anymore. "so close, jun, please, 'm gonna cum," you choke out.

"just wait for me baby, just hold on," he pleads, and he shifts his hips just slightly to fuck into you at a different angle.

all it takes is just the way you say his name, the way you look up at him with lips swollen from his kisses, the way your brows knit together in concentration as you try your best to hold back your orgasm for him. the way he's so fervently yours, and he doesn't have to act or pretend or be anything less than a hundred percent genuine about the way he loves you and you love him.

your whole body shudders as you cum, spasming around him until it triggers his own orgasm and he lets go with a groan. his hips jerk as warmth floods your abdomen, and it seems like it goes on forever as he shivers in sensitivity.

he exhales, and you kiss his cheek gently as you feel him breathe against your chest.

after a minute he shifts his arms around you, still holding you as he sits upright and pulls you onto his lap, his cock still inside of you.

your head falls into the crook of his neck with a sigh, thoroughly spent. there's plenty of things you probably should be doing now, but it feels so nice to just sit and rest, feeling full and satisfied.

"i would say that was much more fun than filming for the show," jun says finally with a little giggle.

you hum, cheek still resting against his shoulder. "enough about the show. i have the real thing right here."

he grins. "so you admit you're not mad at me."

"how could i ever be mad at you, when you fuck me like that?"

"i know," he says proudly. "i just wanted to hear you say it. i'm a really good actor, aren't i?"

collecting the last of your strength, you sit back and pretend to glare at him, to which he responds with another giggle and a kiss to your nose.

"whatever," you tell him as he tucks a piece of your hair out of your face. "take me to shower and show me more of those scenes, and then i'll believe you."

but he's already standing up, keeping hold of your legs wrapped around his waist as he carries you down the hall. "oh, with pleasure."

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winkwonkwankwenk · 3 months

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I love how you write Alastor! Maybe you could write more about the first time he eats reader out? x

Alastor x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1.1k

SFW/NSFW

Your boyfriend is such a clingy lightweight. At least that's what you thought-

He can't hold liquor.

He knows he's a bit of a lightweight which is why he never joins drinking games with everyone. He was going to stay out of tonight's game too but then he saw you talking to Lucifer, his stare a bit too focused on your face. He marched over and they ended up playing beer pong.

"Shimmy shimmy yay, simmy yah~" He was slumped over the bar by his second cup, staticy voice gone and replaced with his slurred singing. "Swalla-la-la~"

You end up being the one to drag him to his room, his arm around your shoulder as if he isn't two feet taller than you. He wasn't super drunk, just a little tipsy and loving the attention you were giving him. You even started to think he's faking how inebriated he was but when you tried letting go he almost fell over. He can't stop laughing, that eerie giggle he does when he's up to no good echoing in the halls. He had already started sobering up, but he wanted to hold onto the liquid courage before it disappeared completely.

"Let's begin~" He whispers in your ear, humming. "I'm gonna make you take this twelve inch dick~"

"Al, you're going to bed." you force yourself not to laugh, "How'd you get your cup mixed with Angels? There's no telling what you just had."

You stumble into his room, laying him down as gently as you can but he's a heavy deer despite his slender appearance. He pulls you down with him, refusing to let go so you can't even close the door. You groan and give up, letting him bury his face in the crook of your neck. You shiver when his tongue flicks against your skin, squirming when it trails up to your ear.

"Quit it, Al, please-"

"What's the matter, hm? Did you really think I wouldn't notice." His teeth graze your neck before sinking down, making you gasp. "You've been shying away from me all week...and I couldn't figure out why until yesterday."

Yesterday? What were you doing yesterday?! You can't think straight when he kisses you, melting in his arms. He's so impatient, pushing his tongue into your mouth and groaning when your lips suck it. Your eyes widen when he slides over you, albeit hesitantly. It's strange seeing him nervous, so focused. He pauses, beige skin flushing until it matches his hair. He hides his face in your neck again, fingers intertwining with yours.

"What's wrong?" You kiss his forehead, smiling when his ears perk up.

"I want to taste you, Darling." His eyes narrow when he says it, as if his words aren't his. He won't look you in the eyes, his voice low. "More than just your mouth. I want to touch you too...it's a strange feeling."

"Al..." You're breathless, gulping quietly. "We should wait until morning-"

"I've waited long enough." He grumbles, nudging your legs apart with a firm hand. "If you don't want this as desperately as I do, then I'll stop. Tell me to stop."

You can't, because you've also waited too long. You know you're his first everything, and you've always been quiet about your needs because you didn't want to pressure him- you were just going to wait for it to happen. Well, now it was. You gasp as his kisses get sloppy, his tongue tracing your teeth. He rips your skirt apart, fabric shredded and raining down like confetti as he slides two thick long fingers into you. He's mimicking how he's seen you touch yourself, thrusting his fingers in and out, watching your juices trickle from your needy little cunt. How were you even taking his fingers with such a tiny hole? Your hands clench in his shirt, thumbs pressing on the buttons as his circles your clit. Your friends can probably hear you downstairs, crying out when he jabs your sweet spot and all of those babbled pleas.

"I know you've been having fun without me. Why?" He murmurs against your mouth, "Touching yourself as if I can't."

"I d-didn't want to-fuck~ bother you." You manage to whine, taking sharp breaths as he tugs your hair. "Al~!"

"Bother me? Darling, you could never do that." His nose is pressed under your neck, tongue tracing it. "From now on, let's have fun together. How does that sound, hm?"

You nod, shaky and squeezing his shoulders as he spreads his fingers and stretches you open. The noises leaving your lips are embarrassing, so much so that you purse your lips together. His eyes narrow and he curls his fingers, pushing that button that makes you scream his name. Your vision blurs, low buzz filling your foggy mind as your orgasm crashes over you. Drowning, you're gasping like you've been underwater for eons. He doesn't even give you a moment to recover before sliding down and slipping his head between your legs.

"Al, wait- mmh~!" Your hips arch up as his tongue digs inside of you, hands curling in the sheets.

You're sweet, soft around his tongue. He holds you down by your thighs, squeezing when you shudder and slurping loudly. The door is still open, you have to at least try to be quiet but you can't when he's rubbing his nose between your folds. You muffle yourself with a pillow, wrapping it across your face as you mewl. His tongue is wide, long, sticking to your walls apart and stroking where you can never reach when you're alone. The pillow is snatched away from you by a dark tentacle, more of them wrapping around your lips and forcing you to stay still.

"I'm trying to pleasure you and you're hiding from me?" He looks up at you, flicking your clit. "Do you want me to stop?"

"N-No, please-"

"Then watch me, Darling." He rasps before diving back in, tongue swimming around your insides.

He's smirking, taunting you as he devours you. Your back arches, eyes rolling back as he sucks around your hole, thrusting his tongue in and out of you and gulping down every drop of your juices. He's staring straight up at you, tentacles tightening around your arms and legs when you dare squirming. They're going to leave a bruise at this point, you'll be walking around with rings on your skin. He doesn't stop until you're on the verge of passing out, face tear streaked from all the orgasms and voice hoarse. He laps up your cunt until it's clean, biting your inner thighs until his toothmarks are indented deep into your skin.

"Did you enjoy the show, Darling?"

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heizouz · 8 months

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begging for sub lyney + praise kink i'd do Anything

nsfw sub!lyney + gn!reader, praise, lots of praise, dumb lyney

this isn't my favourite piece but lyney is all i can think about recently so i just had to get this out as fast as possible. thank u SM for this req bc it's just made me think abt how much of a praise kink he'd have lorddd... n e way i hope this is okay!!.. <33

"you did so good today."

lyney thinks he will burst if one more compliment falls from your lips. you're close—too close. your hands are all over him, teasing the buttons of his shirt, tugging at his belt loops, tracing along the lines of his jaw. he's so flustered, worked up, adrenaline still flooding through his body from his previous performance.

his hat and shoulder cape have been discarded on the makeup desk behind him, your eagerness not giving him any time to take a breath as you'd hurried him into his dressing room and painted his face with needy kisses. lyney had laughed, pushing you away to cheekily ask if you'd enjoyed the performance that much; his cockiness soon fading once the praises started tumbling out between desperate kisses against his skin.

your thigh is between lyney's parted legs, his back against the makeup desk; hands fisting the material of your shirt at your shoulders as he grinds against your thigh. he's whimpering, soft and embarrassed—a complete switch to his usual confident on stage persona and you can't help but feel the wave of pride at the way lyney can't seem to look up, fixated on the way he moves so obediently for you.

"look at you." you sigh, head tilting as you watch him fall apart against your leg. your eyes are soft but dark, taking in the desperate cant of his hips and pretty gasps with every movement.

you're not even doing anything. lyney does all the work—working himself along your thigh, fingers curling into your shirt, eyebrows furrowed with concentration to make himself finish.

he'd been so stressed for his performance, so it'd been your plan all along to let it be known how well he did. the relief of finally getting his act done was clear as lyney was so accepting to relieve himself, to let you reward him for such a good show.

"just like that," you whisper. your hand tilts his head to finally look up at you, his eyes glassy and needy, "my pretty lyney."

lyney flushes at the praise, breath hitching, "st-stop, please." though his thrusts never seem to slow, hips only stuttering a little.

you take note of that, eyebrows raising when you flicker your gaze to his desperate grinding, "you want to stop?" you press your thigh harder against him, leaning impossibly closer across body, "but you're doing such a good job for me, darling."

"mh-hah-" lyney whines, loud, at the feeling of your thigh pressing hard against his cock straining against his shorts. he doesn't seem to realise how pitchy he's getting, brain fuzzy and too focused on you and your close body and the praises and his need to show you how even better he can be.

lyney can't think when you press your hand over his mouth to stifle his increasing moans. your chest presses against his and although he never seizes to slow the movement of his hips, your close proximity and the weight of your body pressing him hard against the makeup desk forces his eyes to roll back at the friction of your thigh against his cock. he can feel himself dripping against the material of his shorts, so incredibly close to breaking from just the press of your thigh alone. the thought would've flooded him with embarrassment if he could think properly.

you force him to keep eye contact, his eyes lidded and glossed over, the only thing separating you being your hand covering his mouth. your eyebrows furrow a little at the halt of his hips, "hm? don't stop, dove. you're being so perfect for me."

he feels so hot, his throat is closed up, unable to form a coherent word except the muffled whimpers and whines. his brain is muddled, the previous anxiety of a bad performance completely erased because now he's being good for you, he's so perfect, he's doing such a good job.

and to top it off, you lean in close when he starts to rock his hips at your command, whispering the words, "good boy." and lyney could cry.

lyney's eyes threaten to close, eyebrows scrunched and pretty breathy whimpers bleed past your hand over his mouth at the words, hips stuttering against your leg. purple irises gloss over with tears of pleasure, everything all too much and all you can do is smirk a little at how fucked out the usual suave and charming magician is.

"'m gonna-" lyney mumbles behind your hand, breath quickening and he pleads with his eyes, words stopping halfway to moan noisily.

"ah-ah!" you rip away his chance suddenly, hand dropping from his mouth and you back up slightly so you're no longer situated between his legs. lyney whines, bucking into the air at the loss of friction, eyes pooling with tears.

"n-no, please, please." lyney's desperate, voice broken and whiny.

"not yet, dove. 'need to get these off." you play with the belt loops of his shorts, tugging him a little closer. you smile wolfishly, going to pull the material down, "i need to reward you properly."

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hyperfixatedbastard · 2 months

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sweet, sweet silence

Vox x Autistic!GN!Reader

Dating the CEO of VoxTek Enterprises has its perks. You always get brand new devices before they even hit the shelves, and occasionally, Vox makes things specifically for you - like noise-cancelling headphones.

Word Count: 1.3k

WARNINGS: none!

A/N: this is for the autistic homies but it works for anyone with sensory issues! 'tis based off of my own experiences so apologies if it feels inaccurate to anyone, i'm projecting so hard rn. this is also my first time writing x reader/2nd person POV so I hope I did alright! also, i do requests if anyone would like to see more of this kind of thing :)

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"Doll, c'mere for a second, would ya?" Vox calls out to you, gesturing for you to come to his desk with a 'come hither' motion.

You raise a brow in interest as you approach your boyfriend where he's sitting in his rather eccentric chair, tinkering with...something. You hop up onto the desk, careful to sit in a spot that you know has no important screens or buttons (you learned the hard way). You don't say anything, instead just tilting your head and waiting for Vox to show off whatever he's been working on this time.

He finally lets you see what's in his clawed hands: a pair of headphones. They're clearly a VoxTek product—the blue and red color scheme gives it away—though you're certain you've never seen these on sale before. It's not uncommon for Vox to show off new products to you before they're released, though, so you don't question it.

He smirks as he holds the headphones out to you. It's not that sly, devious smile he so often has on his screen, though; it's that grin you have when you're about to surprise someone and you just know they're going to love it. "These are for you, darling."

On one hand, you get a little excited (free shit, fuck yeah!). But on the other, you're a little worried—you're not good at receiving gifts. It always ends up awkward because you don't really know how to express gratitude in an expected, neurotypical way. But Vox is well aware of that, and he can tell when you're grateful, so you push those worries to the side and take the headphones from him.

You look at them curiously, inspecting the foldable hinges, the ear cushions, and the small assortment of buttons on the speakers. You can tell that the three buttons on the right speaker are for adjusting the volume—increase, mute, and decrease—but you have no damn clue what the button on the left speaker is for.

"Well? Put 'em on," Vox encourages you, still with that expectant grin as he anticipates your reaction.

You do as he says and place the headphones over your ears. They're certainly comfortable, but you don't see what the big deal is. You already have headphones—they’re not great, as it’s damn near impossible to drown out the unbearably overstimulating sounds of Hell, but you manage. Kinda.

Just as you’re about to ask what’s so special about these headphones, Vox presses that mystery button on the left speaker, and everything goes blissfully quiet.

Your eyes widen as you get the first moment of true silence for the first time since you arrived in Hell. The sudden difference is initially jarring, but the relief is downright euphoric.

During the entirety of your afterlife in Hell, it's been ceaselessly loud and often unbearable. The screams, the explosions, the gunshots—it's incessant, and you never get a moment of peace. The V Tower is not nearly as bad as the rest of the Pride Ring, thanks to a lot of soundproofing, but there's always something. Moans and other lewd noises fill the halls of anywhere within five floors of Valentino's studios. You can hear the screeching and yelling beneath the thrum of music emitting from Velvette’s section of the tower. 666 Studios isn't much better, with the constant chattering of the crew and bickering between newscasters.

Vox's lair office is by far the quietest place in the entirety of Hell, at least in your experience. The soundproofing here is much more effective than anywhere else in V Tower, and Vox is the only person ever here. He does talk and maniacally laugh to himself fairly often, but you don’t usually don’t mind that (and he’ll typically quite down if he can tell you’re having a rough day). But it’s far from perfect—there’s still the intermittent click-clacking of a keyboard, the constant whirring of the computer fans, the low humming of all the tech, and the audio from whatever security camera Vox is spying on. You can tune it out most of the time, but it all overwhelms you so, so easily.

And you aren't very good at hiding it (at least not with Vox, who’s too observant for his own damn good when it comes to you).

Which is why your dear boyfriend has just spent the past several days making you the best noise-canceling headphones Hell has ever seen. He knows what the constant overstimulation does to you, and he sees it far more often than he'd like to. You get irritated and snippy, and sometimes it gets so bad you have a meltdown. It's gotten less common over time, but it still happens way too frequently for either of your likings.

“So, who’s the best boyfriend ever?” he hints, clearly fishing for a compliment. His voice is surprisingly clear despite the headphones practically deafening you—his words are muffled, but just loud enough for you to understand what’s being said. He's grinning at you like he's the one that just got the excruciatingly heartfelt present.

Usually, you’d have a witty comeback to Vox’s attempts at getting you to stroke his ego (always followed by an actual, genuine compliment to ease his insecurities hiding behind that ego), but you’re drawing a blank right now.

The gift is so thoughtful that you don’t even know where to start on expressing your gratitude. Noise-canceling headphones seem so obvious now, but this is Hell! Both you and Vox had died before this technology became commonplace, and not many people in Hell care that much about the noise. Vox made these headphones specifically for you. He doesn’t need them (he can quite literally just turn off his audio input) and he probably won’t make much of a profit with them as a VoxTek product. He’s a busy man, being a CEO and an Overlord, yet he took the time to make this for you himself, not even passing the project off to one of the poor souls that works for him.

“Babe?” Vox calls out gently, waving a hand in front of your face. Oh, shit—you’re overthinking your response so much that you forgot to actually fucking respond.

You blink a few times, meeting your boyfriend’s gaze. His brows are slightly furrowed, in what you think is a mix of concern and amusement. He’s a little worried he’s fucked up somehow, but he knows you well enough by now to recognize when you’re thinking too hard about something. He actually finds it quite adorable, at least when you’re not about to have a panic attack from it.

As he looks at you expectantly, you decide to just go with your gut (at least, that’s what you think you’re doing—you’ve never entirely understood what the fuck that phrase means).

You don’t give yourself time to second-guess your actions before you’re practically jumping into Vox’s lap—though it’s more like falling since you were just sitting on the desk. He lets out a little ‘oof’ of surprise before he chuckles and moves his hands to your waist, holding you steady while being careful of his claws. He smirks as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, jostling the headphones a little but not enough to fuck with the noise cancellation.

“So…you like them, then?” Vox prompts, just wanting the confirmation even though the answer is already clear. You can tell by his tone that he’s still grinning proudly.

You just gently nod, inadvertently rubbing your face against the fabric of his shirt (fortunately, Vox is a fancy bastard with high standards when it comes to clothing, and he’d long ago thrown out any garment made with fabric that triggered your sensory issues).

“Thank you,” you murmur against his neck.

His hands tighten ever so slightly around your waist, and his response is so soft you can barely hear it through the headphones. “Anything for you, doll.”

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Day 10: Exhibitionism

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: Your new husband just can’t keep his hands off you, even out in public.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, tagging dub con to be safe as there is alcohol involved, but everything is consensual, public sex, thigh riding, slight daddy kink

Word count: 1.2k

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You’ve lost yourself in the music.

The bass rhythmically reverberates throughout the club, your body moves fluently through the sea of other hot bodies and notably, you can feel more than just Bucky's pairs of eyes on you.

Alcohol flows through your veins and makes the edges of your mind blurry, but when someone saddles up behind your dancing form, you instantly know for certain the person's presence behind you isn't that of your husbands.

Bucky wouldn’t stand so far from you - he’d have his hands securely on your hips, pressing your ass back into his pelvis and you’d feel his dick harden as you grind back into him, whispering in your ear how much you turn him on. Bucky isn’t shy when it comes to his attraction for you, yet it seems this person is.

As if on cue, you distinctly hear Bucky’s voice growl even though the loud music surrounds you from all directions.

“You touch her, you die.” You almost giggle in your tipsy state, loving how fiercely protective your husband is of you. You’ll forever be safe on his watch.

You turn around while still swaying to the music when the man scoffs, seemingly less than convinced purely by the words Bucky had chosen, but as soon as he swivels to face all 6’4 of severe mafia boss James Barnes, clearly defined muscles bulging in his white button down shirt and sleeves rolled up revealing the crime family insignia tattooed on the inside of his forearm, his face pales like he’s seen a ghost and he takes several steps back from you.

The man looks deathly scared and splutters out an inaudible apology underneath the pounding music as he looks between you and Bucky.

Bucky’s features are chiselled in forbidding seriousness, as if he truly does want to kill the man for daring to approach you while dancing. You know he’s more than capable of it too, but you’re also positive he would never break his promise of no work nor violence while on your honeymoon.

Your hand finds his cheek and directs his harsh gaze down to your face, his eyes softening and lips curving into a smile instantly when you come into view. All Bucky needs to do is snap his fingers and two bouncers come and practically carry the man from the club he owns. That’s him getting off lightly.

Soon enough you’re caught up in the music again, having completely forgotten about the man who approached you. Your arms are slung around Bucky’s neck and his hands follow the sway of your hips to the beat as you look up at him through your lashes.

“You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind if you keep looking at me like that, darling.” Your husband says this, but if he really wanted you to stop looking at him he really should stop dressing in shirts that leave little to the imagination and having such pouty lips that are so incredibly kissable.

“You just look so sexy tonight, being all protective of your wife, Mr Barnes.” Your hands smooth down the tight fitting shirt, feeling his hardened pecs and every firm, sculpted abdominal muscle under the pads of your fingers.

“Well you’re mine, all mine.” His kiss is possessive and ardent. The way his large hands cup your face as he swipes his tongue into your mouth makes you moan and when bites your bottom lip as he pulls away from the kiss, you become putty in his hands. “And we’re going to show everyone else here exactly who you belong to so no one else gets any ideas.” His hand, which grasps yours as he strides to one of the leather couches at the back of the VIP room, glints with his wedding band.

It always makes you smile to see the physical symbol of his love for you on his person - an unbroken circle of his eternal love for you, a reminder of the devotion he pledged in his vows.

Bucky guides you onto his lap with a firm hand on your hip and a look of enamoured lust consuming his blown out pupils. You’re already soaking wet, just by the way he gazes at you, but the knowledge that everyone else in the club can observe him claiming you as his own adds to the arousal flooding out of you.

The way his fingers lightly trail down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake, the way he places delicate kisses to the underside of your jaw, moving down the side of your throat where your pulse beats rapidly just for him, and over the exposed skin of your breast makes it feel like your souls are irreparably intertwined.

When Bucky pulls back, looking at you with desire blown pupils, like you’re not only the sexiest woman in this club, but the sexiest woman he’s ever laid eyes on, you forget all about the pounding music and anyone else in the club - your world consists of just yourself and Bucky.

The hand which is not currently holding his glass of whiskey finds your hip, guiding you in fluid motions back and forth over his clothed thigh, the material providing a sweet friction against your bare pussy.

“Get all wet and messy for me, darling.” He doesn’t need to tell you, because you’re already there, but all you want is to satisfy his every command, so you nod your head and continue to move your hips in the way he’s shown you how, the way he knows will bring you the most pleasure.

Bucky flexes his thigh as you continue to rock your hips against him. You can feel the warm high surging within you right from the bottoms of your feet, through the base of your spine, and up your neck where you can almost taste it on the tip of your tongue.

“That’s it baby, fuck yourself on daddy’s thigh, make yourself cum in front of all these people. Show them who you belong to.” It’s like you’re under his spell, there’s a part of your brain which is aware everyone in the VIP section of the club can see the lewd display you’re providing for them, perhaps some are even taking enjoyment out of watching it, but Bucky’s words overrule any other thought and all you want is to indulge him by giving into the building pleasure in your core as you grind against his leg.

The thumping music somewhat disguises the growling moan which rips through your throat as you cum. It feels like molten lava is flowing through your veins as the coil in your stomach snaps. Bucky’s protective hand remains securely on your hip, ensuring you ride out the waves of your pleasure until your growls become whimpers, begging to alleviate the burning pleasure flooding your body.

Bucky’s expensive pants have a distinct wet patch coating them when you step off his thigh, although he looks rather proud to be donning that accessory rather than embarrassed.

“That’s my good girl.” Bucky coos, swiping his thumb affectionately over the apple of your cheek and placing a gentle kiss to your parted lips. “Let’s go back to the villa. For this next part, the only eyes I want on you are mine.”

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carolmunson · 2 years

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fixin' dinner. (sadist!eddie x f!masochist!reader)

back again with a mean sadist!eddie (also technically mechanic!eddie) and his hot masochist gf. let's explore the one time they played 'mean 50s husband and hot 50s housewife who can't get her shit together.

warnings include: smut, minors dni. established dom/sub sadist/masochist relationship, all aspects of the scene being written are consented to between these fictional parties, belting, spanking with belt, general threats, degradation, humiliation, emotional sadism, physical sadism, mean names (bitch), pet names (baby, honey, darling, etc.), face slapping, slight breeding kink, p in v sex (unprotected), teasing, rough sex, food mention, the works. eddie is MEAN in this, as a reminder. this doesn't feature aftercare but it sort of doesn't need it in a way. ---

When the phone rings in the trailer, you know it's him.

"Hi," you chirp.

"Hi sweet thing," his voice is warm and crackly, tired. Like it was this morning when you woke him up for breakfast.

"What's goin' on, you okay? Staying late?" you ask, leaning against the wall in the kitchen.

"No, babe, I'm about to leave -- just wanted to know if dinner was gonna be ready by the time I got home," he smirks when he asks, your eyes linger at front door's frame -- his leather belt hung on a nail next to it. You gulped.

"Uh, um..." you stammer, heart starting to pound.

"You better hope dinner's ready by the time I get in the door," his voice is menacing, "Or you're gonna be in for a world'a hurt, you understand me?"

"Y-yes, sir," your mouth runs dry but your lower half can't say the same. He'd brought up this scenario weeks ago -- 'Like those 50s housewives baby, how their husbands would get home from work and they burned dinner. We could do it like that? You were just saying how I haven't used my belt in a while. It could be fun, huh?'

He ran you through it this morning, going through your normal 'do you trust me?' routine before he left for work so you didn't have to do it before starting. 'If you decide you don't wanna play anymore, just say 'I ordered pizza' when I ask if dinner's gonna be ready, okay? I love you either way. Gonna fuck you on that counter either way, too.'

He was insatiable.

"Don't disappoint me," his voice takes on darkness so easily. You bite your lip to hold back the whimper in your throat.

"I won't," you whisper, "I promise."

"See you in twenty," he says, "Love you." He hangs up before you can tell him you love him, too. Eager. You take the time you have to freshen up before her arrives -- you had already burnt dinner, it sat on the stove blackened and crisped on purpose. He'll love the extra effort you put in to make it authentic.

The green tinged light of the bathroom mirror isn't doing you any favors, but you glide on some Dr. Pepper lip smackers and a little blush for good measure. Pouty and flushed, just how he liked it.

You put on a flouncy dress with flutter sleeves, the kind of dress that buttons all down the middle. Frabric that flounces with you when you walk, hitting just above your knee. A spare apron from an old French maid costume completed the look along with a pair of fake pearl earrings, and heels that made Eddie fall to his knees. You smoothed over the apron, hearing his van pull in noisily, the slam of the driver side door. Normally you're so ready for these interactions, for his harshness, for his angry stare. Today felt different, you were in the headspace, you were a little afraid.

It was exciting.

You plaster on a smile when he comes through the door. His grin meets yours, and so does the scent of gasoline and oil blended together with his sweat. His hair is tied back today, tendrils and bangs crowding his face, showing off his jaw -- the stubble left on it from this morning.

"There's my girl," he's gruff, pulling you by the waist to kiss you -- it's passionate, like he hadn't seen you in years.

"Hi honey," you flush, trying your hardest to stay in character and not just bend over the couch, "Good day at work?" "Better when I know I have you to come home to," he smiles and winks, taking off his work shirt all the while revealing his oil stained wife beater and the two silver chains he wore around his neck. His steps are broad and deliberate on his way to the kitchen, scraping one of the metal chairs away from the table before collapsing into it like a brute.

"Get me a beer, sweet thing," he demands, tutting while you get one from the fridge with dainty and graceful movements -- his pretty little thing, "Shouldn't have to ask you, should just have it when I come in." "Sorry, dear," you respond, watching him open the bottle on the edge of the table. He takes a swig, licking his lips while he looks you over.

Please just fuck me, you're so hot right now, you try to send him the message telepathically but he's not getting it.

"It's okay," he says, taking another sip and setting the beer down, "What's for dinner, angel?"

Your eyebrows raise, but you shake the fear off, forcing another smile, "Darling, I'm so sorry. I accidentally burned dinner. I can make something else if you'd like! Anything you want!"

"So dinner isn't ready?" he asks, surprised.

"It...well, it was. It burned," your voice was meek, he salivated over it.

"So you burned dinner?" his brows furrowed, standing up slowly from the kitchen chair.

"You burned dinner?" he asked again, his face stained in anger, "Am I hearing you right?"

"Baby, I'm sorry -- I was just trying to get it done on time and the oven was on too high. I'm sorry," your lower lip wobbles, he rolls his eyes before they end up in a hard glare down at you. "I work all fuckin' day, every day, to keep a roof over your head," he takes a step forward while you step back, "I break my fuckin' back so you don't have to lift a fuckin' finger. And you can't even manage to make me fuckin' dinner?"

"I...I did -- it just -- it burned -- I'm -- " you sputtered, taking careful steps while backing away from him. You shook in your heels, his eyes menacing and shining with rage.

"So what is it, huh? You too stupid? Too lazy?" he spits while he stomps forward in his combat boots, the floor shaking while he cracks an open palm hard against your cheek, "You a fuckin' idiot, is that it?"

The force sends you reeling, hands immediately reaching for your stinging face -- certain there'd be a mark left behind later. Tears prick your eyes but you don't want to cry yet, opting to swallow the air pocket flying up from your chest -- desperate to steady your breathing.

"No, I -- it was an accident," your back hits the wall and he takes a deep breath through his nose, letting it out the same way like a bull ready to strike. You can feel a pulse in your cheek where he hit you, the places where his rings hit starting to swell. You make a run for it, checking his shoulder while you do, smearing oil on your dress's flutter sleeve.

"Oh, no, no, no," he taunts, turning at his waist and catching your forearm in a vice grip to pull you back to him, "Don't you run away from me when I'm talking to you."

"Don't you have any manners?" he asks, slamming you against the wall to cage you in with a hand resting by your shoulders. You nod, tears pouring hot down your cheeks, mascara streaking over your rouge.

"Answer me!" he growls, you wince -- your eyes shut tight.

"I h-have manners," you stammer out, eyes still closed.

"Look at me," he huffs, "You know better." You do know better than to not look at him when he's speaking but you just can't. You hang your head instead.

"Oh, you don't wanna listen? Go get my belt," he sighs, pushing his curly bangs away from his forhead, "Gonna have to teach you, aren't I?" "No, I -- please no," you plead, eyes popping open, but it gets you nothing but fingers digging into your jaw.

"If I hear another sound come outta that mouth that isn't you cryin' and apologizing to me, m'gonna make you sleep outside in the van," his threat feels real and your heart hammers, "Do I make myself clear?" "Cr-crystal," you nod. "Now," he mutters through gritted teeth, peering down at you with his jaw forward, "Go. Get. My. Belt."

You sulk, walking the short distance to where his belt hung by the doorframe -- a reminder every time you left his trailer, best behavior. You lift it off, running the length through your hands -- thick and wide, he never wore it, it was only for play.

"You think I got all day?" he calls. You shuffle into the kitchen, your heels scraping against the linoleum leaving scuff marks in their wake.

"And you've been leaving marks all over my floor," he spits, wrenching the belt out of your hand and wrapping some of the length around his knuckles. He shoves you roughly over the kitchen table where you obediently assume your position, shoulders shuddering while you lift your dress up.

Eddie takes the casserole dish with the charred dinner and tosses it in front of you, "Baby, I don't like having to do this, you gotta stop giving me reasons to. What is it, huh? You gotta go back to school and take home ec or somethin'?"

"No, sir," you barely squeak out.

"Like I said earlier," he says gruffly, bringing the belt down hard across your ass, "You're in for a world'a hurt, tonight." It doesn't help that you like the belt. You like how he looks in the kitchen light while the shadows from the florecents enhance the muscles in his arms. His sneer when he rears his arm back, his smile -- almost relief when he hears the loud crack of the leather hitting your skin. Your release and his.

The act happens in slow motion, your heart beat in your ears while he brings the belt down on you again. You falter in your heels a little, your knees buckling a bit at the force.

"Get up and take it," he harshly demads, "Get that ass back up."

"Yes, sir," you whisper, fixing your posture. He sounds like he's underwater, your eyes start to glaze over outside of the tears. His belt meets your thighs, your sit points. He always took extra measure on those so he could watch you wince and whine later on a hard chair or in the van. The burn and sizzle on your backside started earlier than normal, but he wasn't starting off light. With his belt, he never did.

"Always gotta.." thwap, "..tell the guys.." thwap, "..what a fuckin'.." thwap, "..disappointment you are." THWAP. You can't help but start crying out, trying to muffle it with your hand so the neighbors don't start asking questions. You're standing on your toes in your heels to meet the intensity of his whips on your backside.

"And they always say.." thwap, "..just gotta.." thwap, "..show her whose boss.." THWAP.

"But you know who the boss is, don't you baby?" he coos while you cry into the hand covering your mouth. Body stinging and burning.

"Yes, sir," you whimper.

"Whose the boss, hm?" he asks, his hand smoothing over your back. "You're the boss," you sniffle, putting both hands back down on the table. "That's right, baby," he says back, his voice back to soothing honey, "That's a good girl."

"You need some more?" he asks gently.

"Please," you breathe out, "I need t-to learn my p-place."

"Fuck..." he mutters under his breath, your eyes peer down to see the perfect outline of hard cock against his dark wash jeans. His hand gripping the belt tight, veins pulsing from his hand up his forearm -- his tattoos dancing with them. He'd been thinking about this all day.

"Say it again," his voice his ragged while he brings the belt back down on you. "I need to l-learn my place, s-sir," you repeat, wincing while he continues, blow after blow. Your skin was raw, the cooling end of summer air outside doing nothing to soothe you through the screens of the open windows.

"Yeah you do," he says to himself, grunting with each come down of the leather. He bit his lip at the jump in your hips, watching you start to get weak under the repeated smacks, your knees buckling more often -- fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

Eddie drops the belt with a clang and you jump to attention, turning around to face him.

"I'm sorry baby, I -- I can't," Eddie starts, "I'm callin' it I gotta -- oh fuck, I gotta fuck you right now."

You nod, ugh finally, taking a step toward the hall to get to the bedroom but his hands come up to roughly shove you back on the table -- beer bottle and casserole falling to the ground, shattered glass and mess to be dealt with later.

"This fuckin' body -- this dress? You know what you're doin' to me, don't you," he smirks, shoving your dress up to your waist and pushing your thighs up against your chest.

"That's why you wore these heels, hm?" he grabs your ankle, leaving a sloppy kiss on your calf, "Wanted to make me bust in my fuckin' work jeans?"

You giggle, his stained hands leaving oil marks on your legs. The same fingers undoing the buttons on your dress with nimble finesse.

"I could just rip it but I like this on you," his mumbles, "Don't wanna ruin it."

You simply nod, wanting to say 'thank you,' or 'appreciate it', but your tongue is too big for you mouth. You feel stupid and faded, just wanting to feel his touch and hear the low roll of his voice. He unbuttoned until your lace enclaved chest was full exposed, eyes feasting on you laying on the table for him -- way better than dinner.

Eddie works quickly on his jeans, the stiff fabric being shoved hard down to his thighs, his boxers coming down just enough for his balls to hang down over the band before he lines himself up with your entrance.

He pushes in with ease, slick so intense that it had already started moving down your thighs, shining in the light. His face relaxes, head falling back while he gets a rhythm going hands finding the smallest part of your waist for leverage.

"Oh shit, baby," he grunts, head falling back forward, hair falling out of the elastic and crowding his face, "Fuckin' -- nnmff -- needed this."

You gasp at his pace. No matter how wet or how ready you were it was always just a little too big -- stretching you in just the right way. Even when he was loving you he was punishing you with the size of his cock -- a little reminder every time, pain always reaps pleasure.

His picks up one of your hands and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently, warm brown eyes meeting yours. You feel the warmth before you realize that your three fingers are in his mouth, soaking them in spit before guiding them to your clit.

"Show me," he moans, "Make yourself feel good for me."

"You're already -mm!- making me feel good," you smile, slowly rubbing circles over your clit. His eyes nearly get stuck rolling back in his head at the sight, biting his lip while he drives harder into you. Eddie grunts, bending at the waist and caging you in on the table, hands finding you hair.

"Kiss me," he breathes, his mouth hot and wet on yours. His thrusts quicken while he chases his orgasm, the feeling of your hand working between you making his cock twitch. Eddie's brows furrow while he deepens his kiss, groaning hard into your mouth when your tongue brushes his.

"So fuckin' good, sweet thing," he whispers against your lips, "You're so good."

His plush lips crash into yours again while he pulls your hand from between them, "Can feel you gettin' close, you close?"

You nod feverishly, the tight binding in your belly getting tighter with each thrust of his cock between your thighs. He pushes up, back to standing over you, a glob of spit sent falling between your legs onto your clit -- making you jolt. Eddie's thumb works like magic over your, your thighs twitching with the sensation of his rough but lubricated finger pad and the stretch of his cock pumping in and out of you.

"Oh you're gonna cum, huh?" he nods while he asks, and you nod to answer.

"Yeah, you gonna cum for me?" he mocks. His eyebrows raise while you bite your lip, hips moving back and forth to fuck back on him, "You gonna be a good girl and cum?"

"Y-YES, sir," you cry out, your pussy spasming over him, thighs snapping tight together over his wrist -- just making it tighter over his dick still fucking you relentlessly. He coaxes you through it, praising you over and over, "Oh, good girl. That's my girl. That's it. Love when you moan for me like that..."

"Fuck, FUCK, Ed, Eddie," you whimper while he continues.

"Almost th-there, angel," he grunts, fucking into you with fervor.

"W-wanna cum inside," he says, but you know he's asking for permission. You nod at him, breathy 'it's okay..s'kay..'s pouring out of your mouth as your second orgasm builds in your tummy.

"Yeah?" he asks, cocky grin building while he leans in again to press flush against you, "Want me to c-cum inside you?" "Make you my little housewife f-foreal?" he dips his head to your neck, sucking and biting until you bruise, "Get you knocked up and st-stuck here?"

"Yes, yes, Eddie -- wanna be your -- ah, shit, shit," you whine, the second orgasm comes on quicker and harder than the first, your nails digging into his tank top and exposed flesh.

"Gonna make you my pr-pretty fuckin' housewife -- fuck, oh fuck, shit," he groans in your ear, nipping at your earlobe hard enough that you yelp. You can feel the hot spurts of his seed filling you, it stings in a good way, warming you from the inside out -- biting at the stretched skin while it oozes out of you.

When Eddie comes to, he leans up on his forearms, pressing a kiss against your lips. His eyes meet yours, gentle and heavy lidded, "I love you."

"I love you, too," you smile, offering a second peck. The pain settles in on your thighs and ass, you almost forgot you'd been belted.

"S'starting to hurt, honey," you confess quietly.

"I know, m'sorry," he mumbles, he kisses your cheek, then your other cheek, your forehead, your nose, "You need help in the shower? I was gonna clean up in here."

"I'm okay," you smirk, "You've done way worse damage before."

He gets up, rolling his eyes playfully, "Don't tempt me."

You sit up slowly on the kitchen table, which had shifted so much it was almost entirely against fridge. After Eddie pulls up his boxers and jeans, he helps take off your heels and hoists you down so you don't have to slide off the edge.

"Be careful of the glass, please," he warns, setting you down on the ground. You tip toe to the bathroom, hearing him sigh as he gets to his knees to clean up -- your sweet little domestic boy.

"Hey, c'mere, before you go get cleaned up," he calls out. You pad back to the kitchenette, stopping just before the linoleum. From the floor he turns back to you, "What do you want on your pizza? I'm gonna put in an order when I'm done cleaning up."

"Just cheese for me is fine, but I'm not picky. Get whatever you want," you shrug.

"I'm getting anchovies," he says.

"Anything but anchovies," you say, annoyed.

"That's why you shouldn't say get whatever you want if that's not what you mean," he smiles, "Just saying."

"Why don't you do one cheese and one meat lovers since that's what we always get?" you suggest.

He considers it, for a minute, "I think I'm gonna get three pies babe, I'm fuckin' starving."

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chilumi-shipper · 1 year

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Boobsession

Childe x Fem!Reader / Kaeya x Fem!Reader / Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader

I am so sorry for the title, I am ashamed

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Lots of mentions of boobs, Horny!Characters, Boob Sucking, Nipple Teasing, Consensual sexual activities while sleeping, Lactation, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, Reader is pregnant in Ayato's part

Summary:

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Childe

It was late at night, he was tossing and turning next to you.

"Hmmmp..." He groans, somewhat irritated that his body isn't relaxing into the mattress. The ginger just wants some rest, but his body is literally preventing him from sleeping.

Opening his eyes, Childe let out a tired sigh before turning towards your beautiful sleeping figure.

He hates to bother you for the nth night in a row, but ever since you allowed him to do that to you, he couldn't ever possibly fall asleep without it.

"Awww, love. If you like it so much, you're free to do it even when I'm asleep!" He remembers you said cheerfully to him.

At that time, he was suckling on your left boob, his hand groping the other. At the same time, your fingers got tangled with his orange locks, petting and combing it gently as he enjoys his meal.

His mouth waters at the thought of doing it again.

Immediately, he went for the buttons of you (it's actually his) shirt, undoing them to reveal your braless chest and giving him clear access of your mounds.

Your nipples hardened when he uncovers them, your brows knitting at the sudden cold your body felt.

"Sorry, baby..." Childe apologized, despite you still being asleep. He makes sure you don't have to bear the chilling air for too long, as he makes a swift move to place one of your nipples between his lips.

He sucks on it graciously, making sure to lick along with sucking. Feeling a little silly, his hand went up to your neglected boob, before giving the nipple a little pinch.

You almost wanted to bite down on your breast in his mouth to stop himself from giggling when you let out a somewhat annoyed whimper.

Childe then decided that while he makes out with one boob, he abused the other, playing with it by twisting the nipple, groping it hard, he's just so fascinated because of how soft they are.

Blood was rushing to his groin, prompting him to stop what he's doing and cup his growing cock. "Shit..." He cursed in a whisper.

Looking at the boob he had in his mouth for a solid ten minutes, the tip was puffy and swollen. Meanwhile the other was dry and hard, giving the slightest twitch to demand attention.

That's something the ginger couldn't ignore, if your body asks for attention, he has to give it. He's basically making up an excuse to suck on your chest longer.

He adjusted his position, mouth moving onto your neglected breast, one arm around your waist, pulling you as close to him as he can, while the other hand enters his pants to ease the growing need for stimulation.

He makes sure to give your chest the love that it needs.

...

"AJAX!!!"

You yelled for him as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Shirt open, boobs out, both absolutely swollen and even have hickeys and bite marks covering them.

You can still feel the slight aching from his mouth last night too.

Childe walked into the bathroom to see you in front of the mirror, his favorite part of your body completely out. "Ahh, they're just so lovely..." He said, absolutely lovestruck at even just the sight of them.

Crossing your arms, you covered yourself and looked at him unamused through the mirror. "You sucked them dry!"

As if proud of himself, smiling brightly. "Awww, but let's hope they're ready for later :D"

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Kaeya

"Good morning, darling..." His voice was husky as he hugged you from behind.

His eyes looked down to what you're doing on the kitchen counter, buttering some toast before biting onto the bread right of the bat.

As you were enjoying your breakfast, you felt a cold hand slither into your loose fitting shirt, immediately heading to warm itself on your boob.

You hissed, pouting at how cold his hands are as his other proceeded to do the same.

"Good morning to me? Or to my tits?"

"Hmm... Both." He gave your breasts a nice squeeze.

"Kaeya...!" His lips went on to plant some kissed on your neck. Man, if you did not love this man, you would smack the buttered toast onto his face. Well... perhaps you didn't totally hate what he's doing.

"Your hands are cold!" You complained when both his hands went on to cup your boobs.

The Cavalry Captain chuckled deeply, feeling your nipples harder under his palms. He moved his hands so that his index fingers were pressing onto the tip of your mounds.

"That's right, darling. That's why I'm using my hand warmers today." He clarified, placing a kiss on your cheeks.

You let out a moan as he played with your nipples, dropping your food on the counter. "Mhhmmm, love, can you let me eat first?"

"I'll make you pancakes..." Your eyes lit up when you heard that from him, no longer caring for his hands fiddling with your boobs.

"I want that now! Oh, chocolate chip pancakes, please!" You looked to your side, where is his head is resting on your shoulder.

Kaeya (unfortunately, for him) took his hands off you and walked to the pantry. "You got it, babe."

You then sat down on your seat in the dining table, looking at him expectantly. He's usually too lazy to make breakfast after a night of what you did last night, so you're quite excited.

"Ahh, yes, I almost forgot..." He pulled out a neatly folded garment from the top of the pantry, along with the ingredients he needs for the pancakes he promised. "Wear this." He instructed as he gave you the piece of clothing.

You sat confused, "How'd this get there?"

His blue eyes looked at you knowingly, "I hid it there as a surprise. I hope I see you wearing it around the house, since you can't wear it anywhere else."

Unfolding the garment, you see that it's a thin, black and white floral dress, the most prominent component being that it's completely open chest, no fabric getting in the way of him seeing your tits when you wear it.

You gave him a pointed look, which he can only chuckle at. "What? It's a mutually beneficial deal. You get your chocolate chip pancakes, I get to see your boobs with no covers." He smiled at you as you stood up from your chair.

"You better be ready with those pancakes when I come back, you one-eyed pervert." You bantered with him before running off to change.

Kaeya was amused to say the least, plus a little disappointed that you didn't just change in front of him.

...

Kaeya stared at the beautiful masterpiece eating chocolate chip pancakes in front of him, his chin resting on his hand as his expression showed contentment.

Your nipples were perky, perhaps due to literally being out and about. The dress itself was high quality, like your most comfortable night gown.

You catch him staring at you. "You're not gonna eat pancakes?" You asked him with your mouth half full.

He can only smile and shake his head no, "I'm just waiting for my own breakfast to be ready soon. You almost done?"

You see his eyes land on your exposed chest. "...Fine, wouldn't want you starving to death." You acted as if you weren't excited about what he's going to do to you in the debut of your new outfit.

You're both glad it's his day-off that day.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Kamisato Ayato

The Yashiro Commissioner noticed something.

And it has been bugging him ever since he discovered that something to be true.

"Lord Kamisato, my lady's maternity clothes have arrived!" Thoma made it known to him about the delivery, as he then instructed the retainer to bring the deliveries to his office.

When has his mind became so... imaginative?

You entered his office excited and giddy, your eyes scanning until they land on the box of clothes placed on his desk.

"Are those my new clothes?" Your eyes sparkled as you skipped towards him. You are terribly cute, Ayato couldn't even help but smile.

Your husband stood from his chair, proceeding to your side to open the box for you.

"Yes, my dear. Would you like to try them now?" He gently slid him arm around you waist, caressing the side of your five month baby bump gingerly.

You nodded eagerly, making him chuckle. He knew just how much you wanted some actually loose clothes, because of the baby bump and all.

...And also... perhaps your... ahem.... chest have gotten much bigger....

He just happened to notice that.

You got to pick out the most comfortable type of fabric for you, as well as custom designs for your maternity kimonos.

Opening the box, you pulled out two hadajuban and koshimaki, along with four kimonos. One was a dark colored constellation theme, another was yellow with a print of Taroumaru scattered all around it, there was also one designed with pastel colored florals. The last one, Ayato assumes to be more formal, as it matches the colors of him and the Kamisato Estate.

You didn't even bother to go to a different room. Locking the door of his office, you rid yourself of all of your clothes, excited to try on your new ones.

'There's no problem in looking.' Ayato reminded himself, as he felt as if he was a total pervert for ogling his own wife. 'You're her husband!'

His hands clenched when you took off the final piece of clothing on your body. There it again... That thought.

'Of course, it's getting bigger! She's producing milk for our child! It's normal...'

It being normal doesn't stop it from being arousing to him though. He caught himself as he felt his mouth water.

"How do I look?" You had the Taroumaru kimono on, looking at him expectantly.

Ayato had to shake his head, feeling flustered as he looked at you. Naturally, you looked beautiful, no matter what you're wearing.

But if he's being honest... he would really like everything off again.

The Yashiro Commissioner was so deep in thought about your naked body that he didn't even notice you walk pass him to look at the box again.

"Ayato, look! There's a smaller box of clothes here!" His head snapped to your direction, in your hands were the box he tried to hide from you before you could walk into him office.

"Ahh... That's nothing!" He exclaimed in a panic, but you already had the box open at that point.

It was an impulsive decision to order something like that. Ayato wiped his face with his hand in frustration.

All because he can't stop thinking about you... and your bosoms. He's not even sure if you'll like wearing that kind of thing!

Oh, but the thought of you being in such a slutty like outfit, breasts visible and tummy swollen... he can feel his pants tightening.

You pulled out a lace lingerie from the box, matching black panties and an almost see through bra with almost like a curtain attached at the bottom for the pregnant belly.

You stared at the piece of clothing for a while, making Ayato nervous. "Love, I apologize if you don't—"

"I wanna try this one now!" You turned to him, giving him a big smile.

...

Fuck...

You're gorgeous...

You stood in front of him, fiddling with your fingers. Were you nervous?

You shouldn't be, the look on Ayato's face should already be enough to tell you how much he loved the piece on you.

So much so that he sat you on the couch of his office, immediately going to kiss your lips.

His hand went for your breast, sliding underneath the lace to caress your bare skin.

When he squeezed your boob, however, you both pulled away from each other, feeling something drip down from the peak of your bosom.

Milk.

Dripping down your bump ever so slowly.

And Ayato couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't take another second without you in his mouth.

His lips wrapped themselves around your clothed nipple, sucking on it and hoping more of your sweet milk comes out.

The Yashiro Commissioner was not disappointed, as a sweet liquid filled his mouth, his ears feeling blessed when you moaned in delight.

"Love... Ohhh, please keep going..." You begged for him, placing your hand delicately on his head, encouraging him to keep on sucking.

Lucky for you, he doesn't intend to stop. But he does hesitate for a hit when he felt you grab his hand.

"Ayato~" A beautiful moan of his name from your mouth, before you guided his hand down to your covered pussy, in which he then realized how wet your new panties were.

He couldn't say anything to tease you, his mouth to busy drinking from your boob. But he does give your panties a little tug upwards, making the fabric rub your sensitive little clit.

Ayato is very good at multitasking, so he pulled the crotch of your panties aside, exposing your cunt to him.

Unfortunately, the tit he's been sucking dry is running out of the sweet milk, so he adjusted his position to move on to your other one.

Archons, the moans that came from your mouth as he pleasured your body was sinful, he hopes to hear more of it when he shoves some fingers into your pussy.

"Hmmmp—Ahhhh!" You felt two gloved fingers breach your hole, rubbing along your walls. This along with what he's doing with his mouth and the fact that you're a lot more sensitive due to pregnancy was doing a lot for you.

The slightest bit of stimulation and you're gonna cum. So when Ayato begins to finger you at a faster rate, hitting that certain spot he knows you really like, you couldn't last long.

"Aughhh... Haah..." Not even a minute of his fingers in you and you squirt all over the wooden floor of his office.

Your back rested on the sofa, tired from just reaching your climax. Ayato parted from your breast with a pop, humming in satisfaction.

Standing up, his eyes looked at the full image of you. Panting from cumming so hard, swollen breasts covered with wet lace due to his mouth, your tummy carrying his child, legs wide open with panties pushed aside to show off your cunt. Truly a sight to remember.

"...Thank you, Ayato..." You smiled, thanking him in an almost slurred and soft voice. "I really like this outfit..."

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Boobs are nice :))

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citruslullabies · 14 days

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Forgive me if this is weird, but I'd kind of like to see some moments of Dogday acting like a dog.

I'll do some minis since they're fast, darling

This is a judgement free zone so it isn't weird!! Also I wanna try something new so let me know if it's good

So for starters, we know Dogday can howl,

But he can also bark

He finds it embarrassing, but only does it if he needs too

The house was peaceful, with soft breathing and light music being the only noise as Dogday was pressed against you while you scratched behind his ears.

He sighed happily, drifting off into his own paradise where it was just you and him. Maybe in a house better than this one, with a garden in the backyard and gloves big enough for his hands to help it. But his mind quickly drew blank with annoyance when yipping and yelping started echoing through the room, opening his eyes and looking down at the causes.

Peanuts yipped at Cubby to play while Cubby growled and snapped her little mouth at him, while Biscuits was trying to play with his planes. She suddenly snatched one of the toy cars in her mouth and went to walk off with it while Peanuts was whimpering loudly, and Biscuits mreowing at him softly and trying to press his little blue plane against Peanut's cheek to cheer him up. Dogday quickly put the commotion to an end, and he... Barked? Fully barked to get them to stop, and it worked. He huffed and snuggled back up with you as you snorted and just continued to scratch him behind the ears before murmuring. "Didn't know you could do that, puppy."

He also likes to mark you

Not in a weird way, but he marks you with his paws and head

Dogs and cats both like to rub scent glands on things that they claim is theirs (that's actually why dogs will kick in the dirt and nuzzle and cats make biscuits)

You let out a long sigh as you sat down in bed after a long day of work, gently undoing a few buttons on your shirt as you plopped down. Dogday came in a few moments later, shutting the door behind him and turning keeping the lights off as to not bother you. "Angel? Is everything alright?" He asked softly. You groaned and nodded. "Just stressed.."

He nodded before sitting down beside you, making the bed creak under his weight but not break. He stared at you for a few minutes, before snuggling with you. However his nose quickly caught the smell of someone else, which was your boss. As unhappy as he was he didn't say anything, since he didn't wanna stir anything. He knew you wouldn't be that type of person.

So he instead, very quietly started to scratch and rub your back with his large hands as he nuzzled his fat head into your neck and face. You snorted and looked over at him. "You trying to give me a massage?" You joked, which caused him to shrug with a hum. "You could say that."

You eventually fell asleep, sound in his arms as he relaxed with a sigh. Smiling as he shut his eyes with his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck, since you finally smelled right again. You smelled like his again.

He thinks he's a lapdog.

No, really

This large humanoid dog who is 6× your size thinks he is a lapdog

"Dogday get off-!" You said, struggling to breathe as your overgrown mutt laid down in your lap, after you had only sat down for a minute as the water in the kitchen was boiling. You huffed and continued to try and push but he was just too heavy.

"Dogday, please! I have to go make dinner!" You desperately tried to reason, but he would not budge and instead closed his eyes while pretending to sleep. You groaned and tilted your head back against the couch, huffing and giving up. Before you scratched his head in defeat. "You're an asshole." You huffed, and from the apparently 'sleeping' figure you felt a rumble as a chuckle and saw a small smirk. Jerk.

Thanks for requesting my lovely!

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dewdropdinosaur · 2 months

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Falling for You

VOX x READER

Summary: You are Vox's assistant and maybe tripping isn't so bad in the work place.

Warnings: None. Just Vox being egotistical(I tried to keep it canon but I am sorry if it's not exactly) and lots of pining.

Keep in mind that REQUESTS are OPEN!!

Vox stepped out of a black limo and stood up, revealing his seven foot figure as a crowd of demons rushed over to either take pictures, ask questions, or get an autograph…which he had completely ignored all their attempts to try with a disgusted look on his face. Stepping out of the limo along with him, clutching your pen-pad you strode beside him as he walked into the large VoxTech building.

You knew he had secretly enjoyed the attention he was getting very much from the crowd. It made him feel powerful. You swore you could have seen him flash a light blue toothy grin at times.

“Sir, Zestial, your 3 o’clock is waiting in the 10th floor lounge to discuss recent sales and advertisements on 666. And your 4 o’clock canceled so your 6 pm is now moved to that slot. Valentino wants you to visit his studio apparently he is pissed and oh Velvette is having none of it—”

“Relax darling, I’ve got it handled.” Vox smirked down at you, cupping your chin in his hand in dominance. You breathe out a heavy sigh once he removes his hand, hiding a small blush that graces your cheeks hoping he didn’t notice. He does though, always has. The way your eyes light up when you look at him, the small tint of color that reaches your nose when he compliments you, he sees it all. And he loves it.

Entering the elevator, you press the button for the 10th floor; relaxing as the metal doors close shut and you are away from the loud crowd. It continued like this for the rest of the day. Meetings, interviews, coffee break(that was more like a coffee second than the actual 30 minute lunch session), writing reports, adding to Vox’s calendar, writing more reports, making sure Valentino doesn’t blow up another employee…and so on and so forth. 15 hour days were now your specialty after working with Vox for so many years and yet some days still drug on longer than one would have appreciated.

Sitting at your desk outside Vox’s office, the small light of the lamp illuminated the darkened area. You rub your eyes in exhaustion, peeking at the monitor to see it read ‘1:26 AM’. Deciding that five hours of sleep was better than none, you switch off your monitor and stack your paper reports neatly on your desk for later that day. Flicking off the lamp, you knock softly on Vox’s office door and allow yourself in.

“Sir, I just finished up. I’ll see you at 7 AM.”

“Mhmm, another late night?”

“Could say the same for yourself boss.”

“Y/N, it’s past work hours. You know how I hate paying your overtime.”

“And yet, without fail, I see that nifty little add on each week.”

“Well, you are one of the few competent assholes in this place”

“Was that a compliment sir?”

“Don’t push your luck darling.”

Vox turns his chair around to face you, a large cup of coffee steaming in his hand as he sips it with a smirk. Crossing your arms with the chuckle, you liked this banter. You and Vox had always had a good working relationship, sassing each other back and forth while still toeing the line between professionalism and flirting. Taking a step forward, you stop right in front of his desk.

“You know me Vox, I am always pushing the envelope. So, was it a compliment?”

“Ah yes, always so pushy. Really shouldn’t be a quality you brag about.”

“But it’s why you like me~. The pushing, always getting what I want to know.”

“I will neither confirm nor deny the fact that you may have more tact than most in this shithole.”

Biting back a laugh at his playful attempt at professional language ruined by the vulgarity, you place a hip on the desk; sitting casually. The large aquarium was a nice backdrop and you could see why Vox spent a lot of time here. Other than working himself to the bone to maintain his image/the company or hunting down the Radio Demon on any available CV camera, looking into the aquarium was a nice activity you assumed he might partake in.

“Something on your mind Y/N?”

Snapping your head back to his and reality, you offer a sheepish smile and a shake of your head.

“No, no. Just admiring the aquarium.”

“It is pretty nice, I built it myself. Should have seen it, it didn't take more than a week.”

“Truly humble boss, truly humble.”

“Now is that any way to speak to your employer?”

“My apologies. I didn't realize stroking your ego was in my job responsibilities.”

Standing up from the desk, you accidentally catch your foot on the wires underneath. Bracing for the impact, it doesn’t come. Instead, you are caught as a small yelp leaves your mouth. Looking up, Vox has caught you with one hand; holding you in a dip. The world freezes for a few seconds as you take a moment to look at his face, the feeling of his hands on your hips, it all felt…right for some reason.

Clearing his throat, Vox pulls you up and removes his hand. You could have sworn you saw a small flush on his screened face before he spoke.

“Tch, women. Always falling for me.”

“Again…really humble boss.”

Heat still crept onto your cheeks as you long for the feeling of his hands on your waist, how warm they felt, how safe it made you feel. Adjusting your blouse, you excuse yourself and walk home; mind running with all the possibilities and recounting every second of the encounter.

Little did you know, Vox was doing the very same. Replaying the event on his monitors, reviewing every second and every flush of your skin. The way your eyes widened and looked up at him with such hope, it made his circuits buzz a little. He wouldn’t deny it, he had always found you attractive. Definitely helped in meetings with other Overlords to have a pretty face moderating. But he would be wrong to say that was the only reason. You were hardworking, almost as driven as him and that is saying something. You flowed effortlessly around the office, directing everything to its natural and needed space. And the way you smiled for the camera, gosh he wished you would smile at him like that. That pretty pearly white smile.

Looks like this might not be the professional relationship it had started out to be. Neither of you wanted to keep it professional anyway.

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ifangirlalot · 9 months

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I'm back in my miles Fairchild supermency (idk if I spelled that wrong) Anyways can I request a miles Fairchild x reader smut whatever you want to do with it

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ˎˊ˗ | starring miles fairchild

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

*~smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] oral (male receiving), hand play (male receiving), kinky thoughts (miles' pov)

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[Name]'s POV

While Miles and I have been together for a while now, we've yet to do anything super serious. We've gotten about as close to fucking as you can get without actually getting undressed, though. See, the thing is, I'm a little intimidated by the idea of sex. I haven't ever done it before, but Miles told me that he's done it a handful of times. (He's never specified what "a handful of times" translates to with a concrete number, but taking a look at him tells me everything I need to know, really.) And while I'm not exactly thrilled about it, I can't really say I'm surprised.

The thing is, I wouldn't know how to please him. Not just with the main course, so to speak, but also in the way of appetizers. Reading smut isn't what I'd call a reliable teaching method. That's more or less just something to read when you're horny. So, I guess that's why I'm here now. In Miles' bedroom sitting in front of him, seeing him lean against the wall (because his bed is literally just a goddamn mattress for some fuckin' reason) and tastefully unhook the front button of his jeans and pulling down his fly, like he does this everyday.

Lessons start now.

Miles' POV

I don't outwardly express it, but the way [Name] is staring at my dick like it's some sort of predator she has to conquer is rather amusing to me. My pride is telling me it's because my dick is huge, but I think more likely than not it's just because she's never actually seen one up close before. I'll probably die telling myself the first one, though.

While seeing her nervous, almost terrifed face is fucking hilarious, it's not really getting me riled up. So, while she's having her quiet nervous breakdown, I let my eyes flicker to the opening in her shirt and thinking about pressing my palm against her tits. Maybe giving them a nice, hard squeeze, getting her to cry out if I'm lucky. That does the trick and pretty soon I'm at full mast and ready to get started with teaching her.

Oh what a fun little lesson this will prove to be for me.

After some quick debate, I decide maybe hand shit is where I should start. Save the best for last. "[Name], give me your hand." I urge, not waiting for her to comply and just picking it up myself. I pull it closer to my lap and wrap her tiny fingers around my shaft.

Immediately, she grips it and I have to surpress the urge to scream. Not in pleasure, but in pain. This shit fucking hurts.

"Ow- Hey, hey- Loosen it, loosen it.. that's it.. good girl.." I sigh in relief when she complies but keeps her hand in a loose circle around me. "Okay, we're gonna try jerking me off, alright?" I tell her when the breath finally reenters my system. Could have sworn my life just flashed before my eyes from that experience.

"Oh, that's easy. I read about that, I can do it!" [Name] exclaims, almost excited to try out her knowledge from books. I'm immediately cautious. From that first moment, I'm kinda scared she's gonna break my dick off. Don't think that would be good. I kinda need that.

Turns out I was right to be cautious. One second everything's fine, the next, I've died, and my dick feels like I'm fucking a succulent vacuum. And not in a good way. "Ouch-! Fuck- [Name]-! When I said 'Jerk it off' I didn't mean jerk it off my body!" This is not going at all like how I envisioned it in my head. Like at all. This lesson is so unsexy my boner keeps leaving. I have to keep giving it a couple pip-paps just to keep it up. Which in turn is making [Name] feel bad, which is also making my boner go down. Ugh, this is a nightmare.

Finally I sigh and gently move her hand. "Okay, darling. That's not working. So, instead you're going to use your mouth." When she starts moving down, I stop her by touching her shoulder. "Now before you go down and inevitably bite my cock off, listen carefully. Don't use your teeth, make sure they're just barely grazing me. And wrap one hand around the base and hold it steady. Move it in the opposite direction of your mouth so that it meets in the middle, got it?" She nods and moves down again. I hold my breath and lean back against the wall, eyes closed, half expecting to feel a sharp pain as her teeth sink into my length. But that doesn't happen. Instead, my senses are being sweetly invaded by euphoria. Her tongue is wet and warm around my dick, and her teeth are barely even noticeable. Her hand is moving the perfect speed to contrast her mouth and it feels like heaven. A wet, warm heaven. "Oh- fuuuuck-"

The sounds coming from me are foreign to me. But she's pulling them out of me faster than I can stop them. Normally I'd be embarrassed, but right now I don't have enough time to register anything that isn't pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, don't you stop-"

And then suddenly, she's doing shit that I didn't tell her about. Her mouth pulls off my cock with a soft pop and her tongue laps around me, licking, grazing, making me twitch and buck my hips. When her tongue presses against my bright red tip, my eyes roll back in their sockets and a loud groan resonates around the room. Whatever books she's been fucking reading are definitely my favorites now. Don't know who wrote them or what they're called, but goddamn do I love those books. Then, all too soon, I'm coming and it's over. It has been about two minutes. Fuck, I feel so pissed with myself. Two minutes? Fucking seriously, Miles?

I watch her, my cheeks flaming red, while she takes her time lapping up my mess like a dog under the dinner table. "So," she asks casually, licking her fingers. "When's lesson two?"

[A Note From Zee]

I'm genuinely so sorry this took so damn long- I got caught up in other things, but I hope it was at least passable.

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holyghostbelle · 3 months

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CALL THE SHOTS

the last part.

TW:DUBCON? DARK!OLIVER(it's literally him though so idk)slight reader x felix, but also oliver pinning over felix because no ones mentioning that??? reader and Oliver lowkey hate each other I guess. I wouldn't even consider this as an x reader tbh. minors dni or ill sleep with your dad requests are open !! Omg, i don't know if you're gonna hate me for this ending but i wanted to keep it as close to what i think would realistically happen, like no yandere shit. also this is not proof read im sorry. my master list

2022, fifteen years later.

“He's dead! Oh gosh, he's dead, please come to Saltburn quickly. I don't think I can be alone” Elspeth trembles on the phone, her hands shaking with vigour, tears running down her cheeks. Just mere moments after the ambulance had left with her husband, she had suddenly felt stifled in her seat, the last one left.

You flee from Paris, fashion week can wait, Elspeth who had become more of your mother over the past years , more deserving of attention than clothes. With only a sea between you.

“Oh darling, Duncan has set up your room for you, I'm so glad you're here!” she smiles at you, her hair significantly shorter since you last saw her, she wears a button up shirt along with a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and a embroidered shaman jacket.

“How are you holding up?” you ask, voicing concern.

She smiles, nodding as her face drops down. You pull her in for a hug, she grasps you tightly and you smell her expensive perfume.

“Cup of tea?”

"Thank you, Elspeth. A cup of tea sounds perfect," you reply.

As she has someone prepare the tea in the kitchen, you glance around Saltburn. Flowers wilting and the familiar sights bring back memories of laughter, hot sunny days, drunken ramblings to felix. It's hard to believe that just hours ago, everything seemed normal.

The silence is heavy,

"I don't know how to go on without him," Elspeth admits, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. You reach for her hand, offering a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm here for you, Elspeth. Whatever you need," you assure her, feeling the gravity of the situation sinking in.

As the days turn into weeks after the funeral you manage to convince Elspeth to rent a small flat further in town, so you can return to Paris until summer.

Elspeth reluctantly agrees, and you find a quiet little place not far from the town centre, you help her move, shopping round antique stores for furniture that seemed more homely and lived in.

And suddenly Oliver is at saltburn again. Your really not sure what happened, one minute your back in paris for the summer, back to writing articles about the hottest shoes or sex tips for the older women and then Elspeth is calling you about finding oliver in a local cafe not far from her home , and she sends you a video of him saying hi over facebook messenger, he's still tidy, neat but that nerdish boy look is gone and instead the shadow of a more important man. You wonder if he still smokes, you wonder if he still drinks, you wonder if he still thinks about that night before venetia died.

So you head back to Saltburn, wondering what fifteen years made of oliver.

“No husband then?” Oliver peers down at your ringless hand.

“We got a divorce, no wife?” you stare at him, your lips pressed together careful not to smudge your Chanel lipstick.

He shakes his head and smiles eyes taking the whole of you in, he notes the lack of smudged eyeshadow and mascara.“ you haven't aged a bit, your hairs shorter but you haven't aged”

“It's called filler Oliver” you sigh,”where Elspeth?”you ask.

“oh, she's fallen ill, it's all happened very quickly, i'm surprised you didn't hear, lung cancer”

“Oh fuck” you drop your bag on the marble floor, clutching your head. “ It's just a Catton curse really isn't it?” you smile and Oliver wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in for a short hug.

“Come on, she wants to speak to you.”

“Darling, they say I've only got two months” Elspeth smiles, her hair forming a halo around her head in the bed, she coughs and then takes your hand into her own. “ I want you to have the Saltburn estate.”

“Elspeth , i can't” your eyes tear up at the thought of her gone, and you sitting in your loneliness of the big house, “really, i can't”

“oh darling shush’ she hushes at you, her eyes gazing over your own, oliver stands uncomfortably in the back, “it would've been yours anyway, i always thought you and Felix would marry, i know you loved him”

“Elspeth”

“I'm not daft, i saw the way he looked at you too, ever since you came home for break when you were eight years old, i just knew”

“I-god i miss him, it's been so long”

“ i know, i know”

you smooth her hand with your own, nodding “okay fine, i'll take it.”

She smiles and grips your hand with all her strength. You look at Oliver, his face stoic.

Papers are signed, and then somehow, Elspeth's breathing tube is pulled out of her, by an insolent nurse, there's no lawsuit, you leave her at peace, her rock at the bottom of the lake with the rest of the Cattons and now your not sure what to do with the house. Stuck wandering the halls passing by Oliver, you want him to leave but you don't want to be left with the staff all alone, so you let him stay.

Elspeth's room is still filled with medical supplies. Your bank account is filled with hundreds of millions, untouched.

You're called into the Main room of the house by Oliver, you look around waiting for him to appear but suddenly there's a sharp pain in your abdomen that grows and grows until it’s an unbearable pain, you wince. Looking up to meet Oliver's eyes.

He unsheathes the knife from your body and clutches at your wound. Red seeps like spilled wine.

“Shit, i-fuck.” he hands flail pushing into your wound, you scratch at the pressure.

“Call someone Oliver, fuck that really hurts”

“Duncan! Duncan!” Oliver screams,his head cocks to the side. “ oh, he's not here.” his eyes darken and you're taken back to the night he kissed you for the first time, the way he looked at you like you didn't even exist.

“What?” you question, you feel woozy and try to anchor your hands behind you as you fall to the floor. But he hinders your movements.

“Don't you want to see felix?”he asks, eyes darkening.

You shake your head, “No, I- i want to stay here, what are you doing?”

Oliver's eyes flicker, a mixture of pain and resentment. He continues to apply pressure to your wound, desperately trying to stop the flow of crimson escaping from your body.

“No you don't, just let go”

"what," you gasp, your breaths becoming shallower ”t-he fuck are you talking about”

Oliver's expression twists. His grip on the knife tightens, his knuckles turning white.

With each passing moment, the room seems to close in, the air thickening with tension. Your vision blurs, and you struggle to focus on Oliver's face.

“Please Oliver, you're gonna let me die?”

Oliver's gaze softens momentarily, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. He glances around the room as if searching for an escape from the harsh reality closing in.

"Maybe it's too late," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. "Maybe I can't change who I've become."

Desperation fills the room as the seconds tick away, your life slipping through the cracks. Oliver's hands tremble as he clings to the last shreds of hope.

In a final plea, you whisper, "what you've become?oh my god "your head pulls back and you feel yourself slipping.

The room falls into a heavy silence as realisation settles into you.

“Did you kill him”

He looks up at your face, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand, you taste the bitter metal from your blood. Eyes flickering down at your wound, his hand still pressing into it with the knife in his grip.

“Marry me and I'll let you live,” he asks.

“Huh?”you shake in his hold.

“Marry me and I'll let you live, gotta make the decision now though, or I'll let you bleed out here.”

“Oh my god you're insane ” your bloody hand reaches for Oliver's face, you push it with all your force blood coating over his eyelashes making it harder to see, you stumble to the oak table in front of you, grabbing the candelabra attempting to smash it over his head. He rolls away, tackling your body, and you notice the adrenaline has kicked in because you manage to kick at his crotch. He winces in pain. And hits the floor to the side of you. You stare at him.

“What the fuck do you want” you shake your head at him.

“I want to marry you.”

You shake your head, “no you don't”

“i want the house”

“Oh my god” you laugh,” call a fucking ambulance Oliver”

He looks at you , as you clutch and your wound, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and rings for an ambulance.

a/n; im sorry if this is an underwhelming ending, but like I have no clue how to end fics and I thought this was just middle fitting.

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Oklahoma Smokeshow | Logan Sargeant

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader , OC x Reader

Prompt: Where you and Logan both had the dream of getting out of your small town and he was the only one that made it.

Warnings: I know Logan isn't southern but I couldn't help myself...

Word Count: 5.8k

Song: Oklahoma Smokeshow - Zach Bryan

There's so much whiskey in his Coke it'll make her nose bend But she swears that his love is a damn God send She's known God since she was a child

After being away for so long, Logan had just rolled back into town a few hours ago. He was still settling in when the familiar sound of his old best friend, Colton, echoed through his door. Colton, ever the persistent one, was begging him to join him for a night out on the town. Despite his tiredness, Logan agreed, knowing that if he didn’t, Colton would pester him incessantly for days.

The local bar, a place teeming with old faces and fond memories, was their chosen destination. Logan made his way there a few minutes earlier than planned, the anticipation of a lively night stirring in him. He ordered his usual drink, then took a seat, soaking in the familiar yet distant ambiance of the bar.

Not too long after, a couple of girls made their entrance, their laughter cutting through the murmur of the crowd. Close on their heels was Colton, readjusting his jeans button with a triumphant smirk on his face. Upon joining Logan, Colton ordered a round of drinks for the girls, giving them a casual nod of acknowledgement.

"Do I want to know?" Logan asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity at Colton’s antics.

"They were a lot of fun…” Colton replied, his voice laced with amusement. He wore a smug grin as he indulged in his whiskey and coke. As the night wore on, the bar started buzzing with more patrons. The work-weary crowd was eager to kick back and relax, especially because it was a Friday night.

"There she is!" Colton suddenly exclaimed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the door. Prompted by his exclamation, Logan turned to look, and a familiar face had him stifling a smile. It was you. "I've missed you, baby," Colton falsely confessed, his arms pulling you into a warm embrace and his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. This unexpected sight left Logan momentarily stunned.

"Oh my god! Logan!" You gasped, your eyes lighting up as they finally spotted him. "You're back!" You gushed excitedly, pulling him into a heartfelt hug. Logan had been away for years, and he hadn't seen you since the day he left, the day he broke your heart. He seemed different now - a little taller, broader at the shoulders, and his voice had a rougher edge to it.

"I've missed you so much, darling," he confessed, his voice soft yet sincere. His accent had changed slightly, the old twang of 'darlin'' replaced with a more polished 'darling'.

"Hey, hey…get your hands off my girl," Colton joked, breaking the moment as he hands you a drink.

"When did that happen?" Logan asked, his surprise evident. He would have never guessed that you'd end up with Colton, given his notorious history and recent display of desire with other women.

"Oh…we kinda just fell into bed together one night and it went from there," you explained, laughing it off as Colton's hand found its way to your hip. "But as it turns out, it all worked out pretty well, I think. Don't you agree, my love?"

"I do…you're all I could ever want," Colton replied, the smug smile returning to his face as he kissed you, reaffirming his earlier statement.

She used to play in the yard and she would dream of one day 'Til the world came around and took her dreaming away Told her how to dress and act and smile

“You know…” You began, stepping out of the bustling room, finally finding a quiet moment to pull Logan aside. “They always said you wouldn’t make it…’that boys got a head full of cotton’…” The words brought back old memories, both good and bad, but You said them with a smile. “But just look at you now…” You added, voice thick with layered emotions - pride for His achievements, admiration for his strength, and a hint of unfulfilled longing. Longing for the possibility of having made it out like He did, escaping the confines of your small town life.

“If I’d done as I was told, I wouldn’t have achieved anything,” He retorted, his gaze steady on yours, a shared understanding passing between you, Both remembering the desperation, the yearning for more, the urge to break free that you'd both felt.

“I’m so incredibly proud of you, Lo’,” You confessed, your voice barely a whisper as you wrapped your arms around his broad, strong shoulders and pulled him into a tight embrace. His arms moved instinctively around your waist, pulling you closer, and in that moment, a floodgate of memories was opened, washing over you like a tidal wave.

I'm gonna miss you so much," You confessed, tears streaming down your face like a river. You clung to him, arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace, cherishing the last moments before He inevitably had to leave.

"I know," Logan replied, his voice thick with emotion. His hand gently brushed over your hair, a comforting gesture that you had come to love. "And I'm gonna miss you even more. Just remember if anyone asks...”

"You went to basic training…" You repeated, the words echoing in your mind. He had been drilling this into you for weeks, reminding you time and again. Ever since Logan's dad had crushed his dreams of going to Italy to continue his racing career, every waking moment had been consumed by his relentless pursuit of that dream. He had been working tirelessly, juggling two jobs just to scrape together enough money for a one-way plane ticket.

Despite his efforts, he fell short by a few hundred dollars. So, you gave him the money that you’d been saving up. It was a small sacrifice in the grand scheme of things. At least one of you was going to make it out of this small town and achieve your dreams.

"I love you so much, darlin'," he said, his voice just a whisper in the quiet night. He slowly pulled away from your embrace, his hands lingering on your cheeks before he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I love you more, Lo'," You replied, voice barely more than a whisper, shaking with the weight of your impending separation. He let go of you and then took a step back, creating a physical distance that seemed to echo the emotional one that was about to come.

He walked towards his car then, his silhouette illuminated by the dim glow of the streetlights. You had offered to accompany him to the airport, but he reassured you that it would only make things harder, more painful.

As he drove away, the tears kept falling. With your hand covering your mouth, You retreated back into the house, not wanting anyone to hear the sobs that wracked your body.

He looked at you, a sincere gratitude etched on his face. "I wouldn't have made it without you, darling," he confessed, his voice carrying a tone of deep admiration. "Without your help, I never would have gotten on that flight."

You met his gaze, your eyes softening. "But you did, and that's what matters. I would have done anything to help you, Lo’," you reassured him, your voice firm but gentle. "Lending you a couple hundred bucks was the very least I could do."

He paused for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours. "I owe you my career... my success," he admitted, every word echoing the weight of his gratitude. "If you ever need anything, I will always be here for you," he promised, the sincerity of his words reflected in the depths of his eyes.

Just as the moment began to solidify, a loud voice cut through the tenderness. "Come on, baby! We're getting out of here!" Colton shouted from the entrance to the bar, his words shattering the intimate atmosphere like a stone through glass.

You turned to him, a soft sigh escaping your lips. "I'll be there in a moment," you replied, your voice carrying a hint of reluctance. You turned back to Logan, your gaze lingering on his for a brief second before you pulled away, the promise of a quiet conversation lost in the noise of the bar as you followed your boyfriend back inside.

She's an Oklahoma Smokeshow He's an asshole from back home

"Wow...you look absolutely stunning tonight, Darlin'," Logan said, his voice laced with admiration. His eyes swept over your figure as you approached him, extending his hand to you. He caught your hand in his and spun you around, allowing him a full view of your outfit. The sounds of your infectious laughter filled the quiet room.

"Thank you, baby," you replied, your face lit up with a broad, beaming smile. You felt a warm happiness bubble up within you. His compliment, simple as it was, had a profound effect on you.

"Ready to go?" he asked, his gaze locking onto yours. You were set to meet up with some friends that night at one of their farms. It was going to be a casual gathering with a bonfire, a perfect setting for the summer night. You had picked out a beautiful dress for the occasion, one covered in a soft floral pattern that you knew Logan adored. It was a perfect blend of comfort and style, ideal for the night's activities.

"Definitely," you responded, excitement lacing your tone as you anticipated the fun-filled night ahead.

As you walked towards the car, you looked up at the clear night sky. The stars were sparkling brightly, and a sense of peace washed over you. Tonight was going to be a good night.

Logan opened the car door for you, a chivalrous act that never failed to make you smile. You slid into the seat, the worn leather cool against your skin. The drive to the farm was filled with soft music and comfortable silence, broken by your shared laughter and occasional conversation. The town lights slowly faded in the rearview mirror as you moved further into the countryside, the darkness illuminated only by the bright stars above and the car's headlights.

Once you arrived at the farm, the sound of laughter and soft chatter reached your ears. The bonfire was already crackling, casting dancing shadows on the faces of your friends who had gathered around. You could see the silhouette of horses in the nearby field, their peaceful grazing adding to the tranquil atmosphere.

Logan squeezed your hand reassuringly as you made your way to the group, the warmth of the fire drawing you in. You were greeted with smiles and hugs, making you feel instantly at home.

"Finally, you made it! We were starting to get a little concerned about y’all," exclaimed one of your friends, her smile broad and welcoming as she handed you each a chilled drink.

"I apologise," you admitted, a sheepish grin on your face as you raised your hands in a playful surrender. "I completely lost track of time. I forgot we had decided to leave at 6."

"Well, you should’ve just come by yourself then, Logan," retorted Colton in a teasing tone, a smirk playing on his lips. "Everyone knows girls always take an eternity to get ready...and it’s not even like it’s always worth the wait," he added, his laughter echoing in the room.

"There's no way I'm going anywhere without my girl," Logan stated, his voice filled with warmth and affection. With a soft smile playing on his lips, he reached out, pulling you closer to him. His strong arms enveloped you in a tender embrace, radiating comfort and security, asserting his unwavering commitment to keeping you by his side no matter what.

You nestled into his embrace, your heart fluttering at his words. The air filled with the light banter and laughter of your friends, but all you could focus on was the steady beat of Logan's heart against your own. His presence was a calming familiarity in the midst of the busy party. You felt a sense of serenity wash over you as you leaned into him, his steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm in your ear. His fingers traced small circles on your back, further easing your nerves. Looking up at him, you found Logan's gaze already on you, a tender smile on his lips. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering a quiet "I love you" that made your heart flutter again. In that moment, surrounded by the noise and laughter of your friends, you knew there was no place you'd rather be than here.

"Could you two possibly get a room? It's honestly nauseating," Colton shouts from a few feet away, his voice filled with feigned disgust. He dramatically clutches his stomach and sticks out his tongue as though he's about to be physically sick. His exaggeration brings a wave of laughter from the others in the room, effectively breaking the intimate moment between you and Logan. “God, This is why I hate parties with girls…,”

She'll never make it out alive That small town bar scene Where small vices kill your big dreams

Logan cast a glance in your direction, his brows creased in a question. "What happened?" He asked, the confusion evident in his voice. You turned to look at him, your expression mirroring his confusion. "While I was away, what happened? You used to be so desperate to get outta this place," he elaborated, his words triggering a scoff from you.

"Getting out was never in the cards for me, Logan. We both knew that," you responded, your voice brimming with a resigned acceptance. "While the world turned in your favour, for me, it seemed to stand still. Grandma fell ill, so I had to put my plans on hold and take care of her. Mom was already stretched thin, trying to keep the rest of the family going. After Grandma passed away, it just didn't feel right to pack my bags and leave, no matter how much I wanted it. There were countless nights I found myself staring at your number on my phone, my finger hovering over the call button, ready to tell you that I was booking a flight."

His curiosity piqued, Logan asked, "So why didn't you?" His face was once again etched with confusion.

A laugh escaped your lips as you replied, "I fell into bed with Colton." You paused for a moment, reminiscing. "As I said, things eventually fell into place with him. My parents took a shine to him, and his parents seemed to love me. We began entertaining dreams of moving in together, of finding a little place we could call our own. Mom is already eagerly talking about grandchildren," you continued, your voice tinged with a mix of amusement and resignation.

Logan looked at you, his face a picture of surprise. "But you never wanted any of that," he reminded you, his words echoing your past sentiments.

A sigh escaped your lips as you nodded in agreement. "I didn't, and to be honest, part of me still doesn't. But Colton, he understands that. He isn't pressuring me into anything. We're moving at a pace that I'm comfortable with, something that I'm extremely grateful for," you explained, your tone filled with sincerity.

Logan absorbed your words, his expression sombre. "I guess things changed while I was away," he concluded, his voice carrying a note of resignation.

You nodded and responded softly, "Yes, they did." You understood the underlying meaning of Logan's words. But you also knew that you couldn't give him the reassurance he so desperately sought.

He'd take you home but he's too drunk to drive

You were standing outside the bar, calling Logan on your phone. It was close to midnight, and Colton had left, intending to walk home despite his intoxicated state. You had assured him that you'd call a friend to pick you up, conveniently leaving out the detail that the friend would be Logan.

"Hey...I know it's late but-," you began, but were interrupted as soon as he answered the phone.

"Where are you?" He cut in.

"At Maria's...Colton was too drunk to drive so he's walking home," you explained, sighing. This wasn't the first time you found yourself in this situation.

"I'm on my way," He replied hurriedly. You could hear him moving around over the phone.

"Thank you, Lo'," you said, relieved. As promised you saw his truck pull in a little while later and he climbed out to come and help you in.

"You know, I've been drinking soda all night, I'm perfectly alright," you declare, asserting your independence as he offers a supportive hand to help you up from the cold, hard curb. Despite your protests, he gently assists you, lifting you up to your feet with an unexpected tenderness. He then graciously opens the truck door for you.

"Feel like talking about it?" He tentatively inquires, his voice rich with genuine concern. He leans over to fasten your seatbelt, a simple act that sends a wave of his musky cologne wafting into your nostrils, momentarily distracting you from your turmoil.

"It's Colton…I don't know what more you want me to say?" you respond, your voice laced with a hint of bitterness. Your words hang in the air as he walks around the large, imposing truck and gets into the driver's seat, his silhouette barely visible against the dim glow of the dashboard.

"You...you deserve so much more than him..." he murmurs, almost too softly for you to catch his words. The engine purrs to life, breaking the silence, and he smoothly eases out of the desolate parking lot, leaving behind the scene of your heartbreak.

"Logan, that's your best friend we're talking about," you say, slightly taken aback by his unexpected candour, your voice echoing in the confines of the truck.

"Best friend or not, I can't stand by and watch you get hurt," Logan replies, the raw honesty in his voice making you catch your breath. "You deserve someone who treats you with respect and love, not someone who plays with your feelings." He adds, his gaze focused on the road, but his words aimed straight at your heart.

"Wait, what are you trying to say, Logan?" you ask, a hint of confusion lacing your voice. "He just had too much to drink tonight… it’s not really a big deal, Lo’."

Logan pauses, as if carefully choosing his next words. "It's not just about tonight," he begins, his voice serious. "Remember the night I arrived in town and we all decided to hit the bar? I got there a bit early and saw him... he came in with a few girls and um…wasn’t very discreet about what He had been doing… That was before you arrived. It's not just about him getting drunk, it's about his respect for you."

A silence fills the truck, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, processing Logan's words.

"And... and you didn’t think to tell me this before?" you ask, hurt flashing in your eyes. Your heart feels heavy in your chest, the sting of betrayal gnawing at you.

Logan sighs, running a hand through his hair. "You told me you loved him and I didn’t want to upset you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I thought...maybe it was just a one time thing. But seeing him tonight, seeing how he treated you...it’s clear to me now that it probably wasn’t."

His words hang in the air, a sad truth that neither of you can ignore. The rest of the drive is quiet, each of you lost in your own thoughts. The familiarity of the town lights passing by is a stark contrast to the newfound tension between you. It's clear that things may never be the same again.

“He’s not you Logan,”

I've been here, I've been up all night Thinkin' 'bout a life with you and I

"Look, there's Daddy!" you exclaimed, your voice brimming with joy. Your three-year-old daughter, Daisy, had been waiting for this moment for days. Her constant chatter about her father's impending return had filled the house with anticipation. You had always known, even before you’d gotten married and decided to start a family, that having him away for at least 25 weeks a year wouldn't be easy. It was a sacrifice that came with his job, a reality that you both had accepted.

"There's my sweet girl!" Logan's voice echoed as he climbed out of his truck, his face breaking into a wide grin. His boots crunched the gravel as he walked towards the porch, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the family he had been away from. Upon seeing her Daddy, Daisy looked up at you, her eyes wide with anticipation. With a supportive nod from you, she broke free from your hold, her little legs carrying her as fast as they could towards Logan. His arms instantly enveloped her, lifting her up into a warm embrace. Daisy had always been a daddy’s girl, their bond was undeniable. Seeing them together, their laughter filling the air, made your heart swell with happiness. He turned towards you, his eyes sparkling with affection, "-and my other sweet girl, how are you doing, darling?" He asked, wrapping his free arm around you and pulling you in for a kiss.

"I'm good," you replied. "This little lady right here hasn’t stopped talking about you all week," you said, your fingers gently tickling Daisy's chest, sparking a fit of giggles from her.

"Oh yeah? Is that so?" He asked, his voice full of amusement. Daisy responded by burying her face deeper into his chest, her giggles muffled against his shirt. The sight had you both laughing. "Well, I’m home now so you don’t need to worry," he reassured her, his words causing a wide grin to break out across her face.

"Mommy let me stay up to watch you on the TV. You were going super fast, Daddy!" She spoke excitedly, her eyes shining with admiration. The race had started just before her bedtime. She had insisted on staying up, convinced that her daddy would end up with a shiny trophy if she watched. As usual, she had been spot-on; Logan had indeed finished second.

"I was, and it was all for you, baby girl," he responded, his voice filled with pride. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a Pirelli cap. The silver embroidered ‘2nd’ gleamed in the sunlight as he placed it on her head.

One you'll never know 'Cause you're a small town smokeshow

"Absolutely not, Logan. The answer is no!" his mother declared with a firmness that was rarely seen, effectively putting an end to the months-long discussion. Logan had been tirelessly pleading for a plane ticket to Italy as a gift for his upcoming 16th birthday.

"We should never have let your imagination run wild with this racing car driver fantasy of yours," his father chimed in, shaking his head in disapproval while reminiscing over the countless hours Logan had spent on the karting track.

"But I'm actually good at it. I even got a letter from a professional race team in Italy. They wanna sign me. They sent a scout to the final race last season," Logan retorted, waving the official-looking letter in his hand.

"Logan, you're only 16. We can't just let you travel halfway across the world alone to meet some stranger who sent you a letter!" his mother exclaimed, concern evident in her voice.

"Regardless, I've enrolled you in the Marines. Your training is set to begin in April and that's the end of it. Your mother and I do not wish to hear another word about this. Is that understood?" his father sternly said, clearly drawing the line.

"Yes, sir," Logan replied, his teeth clenched tight in frustration as he walked away. He was resolute in his determination to make it to Italy, regardless of his parents' approval or disapproval.

-----

You know, Pumpkin, when your Momma and I were just about your age, we were already thinking about our future together," her father reminisced as they sat comfortably on the porch, their gazes following the playful antics of her younger siblings.

"I know Daddy, you remind me all the time," She responded, her voice filled with an affectionate smile and a soft laugh that echoed in the warm evening.

"I just believe it's time for you to start considering your own future, Pumpkin. Not too long from now, you'll be settling down, in a lovely house like this one, surrounded by a family of your own," he advised, his words a familiar tune she had heard play numerous times before.

"But what if that's not the life I want?" she ventured to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

"What? Of course it is…," he returned, his tone one of disbelief, clearly assuming she was joking.

"Oh, I was merely teasing, Daddy," she quickly reassured him, her smile wavering slightly. "What about Logan, though? We've been together almost a year now,"

"That boy isn't what you need...he's got a head full of cotton," her father declared, shaking his head in disapproval.

"He's going to make something of himself, Daddy, I just know it. I've seen him race," she countered, her voice hardening in defence.

"I don't think so, pumpkin...and you deserve someone better. You need a boy who can provide stability and security for you and your future family," he stated, presenting his viewpoint as an unequivocal fact.

Well, I've been here, I've been up all night Thinkin' 'bout a life with you and I

As Logan lay sprawled in his bed, the warm, humid summer air kept him wide awake. His thoughts, chaotic and relentless, sprinted through his mind at an overwhelming speed. Restless, he climbed out of bed, his bare feet hitting the cool floor. He pushed the balcony doors wide open, allowing the faint scent of summer air to waft in. He sat down, the cold metal of the chair a sharp contrast against his skin, and looked out over the vast expanse of dry fields that stretched out behind the house. In the quiet solitude of the night, he found himself indulging in a dangerous pastime - dreaming about what his life might have looked like if you were still a part of it.

"Logan, you've got 5 minutes till you need to be in the car," his team principal, James, called out, his voice echoing as the mechanics bustled around him. Logan merely nodded in acknowledgement, his mind elsewhere as he pulled up the zipper of his sleek, fitted race suit.

"You're gonna do amazing, baby," you said to him, your voice filled with unwavering confidence. His cap sat atop your head, a stark contrast to your soft features. You stood at the back of his garage, cradling his helmet in your arms, the design adorning it being one you had created for him.

"I can only do it with your support, Darling," he replied, his voice muffled slightly as he pushed his earplugs in and pulled his balaclava on. You then lifted his helmet, the protective gear feeling heavy in your hands, and pulled it down over his head. You let him adjust it, making sure it sat snugly and securely. Once he was comfortable, you flipped his visor up, revealing his striking blue eyes. They twinkled with a mix of excitement and nerves, a sight that made your heart flutter. You leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his helmet where his lips would be, and saw a genuine smile reach his eyes.

With a last glance at you, he climbed into the race car, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. As he prepared for the race, he felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. He knew he would give it his all, not just for the win, but for you.

As the engines roared to life around him, Logan's heart pounded in sync with their rhythm. His focus narrowed to the track in front of him, everything else fading into the background. The air was thick with tension as everyone waited for the signal to start.

The moment the flag dropped, Logan hit the throttle, the car speeding forward with a force that pressed him back into his seat. He navigated the twists and turns of the track with precision, his every move calculated and deliberate. Amid the roaring engines and the screeching tires, he found a strange sense of peace.

The race was a blur of speed and adrenaline, but through it all, Logan's mind kept drifting back to you. He imagined your proud smile as he crossed the finish line, the way your eyes would light up. It was that image that propelled him forward, pushing him to take risks and make daring moves.

As he took the final turn and sped towards the finish line, he felt a surge of triumph. He had done it. He had won. But as he slowed down and removed his helmet, his thoughts were not on his victory. They were on you. The thought of you cheering on from his garage, he cleared parc ferme as quickly as he could, heading straight for where his team stood.

As he clambered out of his car and locked eyes with you over the heads of his team, his victory felt all the more sweet. He was surrounded by cheers and congratulations, but all he cared about was the proud smile on your face. It was your unwavering support that drove him, your faith in him that pushed him to be better.

Without breaking his gaze from yours, Logan weaved through the people, shaking hands and clapping backs, but his destination was clear. As he reached the barrier, he pulled off his gloves and reached out for your hand. Pulling you into his sweaty, fire-proof clad body, he whispered in your ear, "This is for you Darlin’." His southern accent slipping back out.

You laughed and pulled away, only to be pulled back in for a deep, passionate kiss. His lips were salty from sweat, but you didn't care. As he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his blue eyes filled with affection and gratitude. "Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

And as the crowd continued to cheer and the cameras flashed around them, capturing their intimate moment for the world to see.

Logan hadn’t even noticed the precise moment when he slipped from the conscious world into the realm of dreams, his dream was so incredibly sweet and comforting that it didn’t matter to him whether he was asleep or awake. So, when he slowly opened his eyes, coming back to reality, and noticed the soft rays of the sun timidly peeking through the dense canopy of the trees, he couldn't help but give a low, amused chuckle to himself.

One you'll never know 'Cause you're a small town smokeshow

"What do you mean you want to leave?" She asks, her voice echoing through the dining room.

"I don't want to stay here forever, Momma. There's a much bigger world outside our town," You responded, my voice steady despite the weight of the words. The room fell silent, with everyone at the long, mahogany table watching your exchange with wide, surprised eyes.

"But that doesn't matter. You'll stay here and marry a nice boy from a good family..." she starts, her voice trailing off when she's interrupted.

"Your Momma's right, Pumpkin. Your family is here, leaving ain’t an option," he interjects from the head of the table. His voice, usually so soothing, now sounds harsh and authoritative.

"But Daddy!" You protest. He is usually the one who indulges your dreams and fantasies, but this time it feels different, colder somehow.

"That's the end of it. You don't see anyone else wanting to leave, do you? Be grateful for what you have," she declares, her tone final and her gaze sweeping over your siblings, hoping to discourage them from getting any similar ideas.

"But Logan left. Why can't I?" You argue, determined not to let the discussion end here. Your will is not so easily broken.

"Do you see how he lives, Pumpkin? Alone in Europe, travelling every other week. It's no life for a young lady like you," he retorts, his stern look signalling the end of the discussion. You rise from the table, tossing your napkin onto the untouched plate before you grab your keys, and head for your car, the sound of your boots clicking against the wooden floor echoing through the now silent room.

Go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like I know your daddy ain't home so ride with me tonight

"I just can't do it anymore, Logan. I can't bear the weight of the constant judgement or the suffocating expectation to be someone I'm not!" You exclaim in desperation, shutting the door of the car with a loud ‘thud’. The sound echoes in the quiet street as You make your way towards his house, heart pounding in your chest. He stands a short distance away from where He’d been sitting when you’d first arrived, His silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the porch light.

"And what is it that you want?" He asks, his voice calm and steady, enveloping you like a warm blanket on a cold night.

"I...I want to escape from all of this...I want you to take me away with you," You finally manage to say, a soft, hopeful smile spreading across your lips as He approaches. The soft rustling of leaves under his feet is the only sound in the quiet night as his pace quickens, descending the steps of the porch in a hurry. He pulls you into his arms with a swift motion, enveloping you in a warm embrace, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, reassuring kiss.

"Then let's get out of here," Logan’s voice a whisper against your lips..

I hope you enjoyed my first Logan fic...I have to admit I have a bit of a soft spot for him so there may be more to come in the future - E x

#f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #charles leclerc #f1 #f1 x reader #george russell #formula one x reader #logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #lando norris #logan sargent x reader #pierre gasly #daniel ricciardo #Spotify

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Fine Line

pairing: percival de rolo x f!reader

word count: 1.3K

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, no use of y/n, no specific reader description, brief mention of torture, mentions of scars, smut, unprotected PIV (wrap it up yall), creampie 😵‍💫, riding (save a horse), aftercare, praise, (let me know what if anything is missing!)

a/n: dedicated to my sweet @annasinterests because she gave me this new obsession and unavoidable brain rot of this pretty little (very tall) man.

but! this is my first time actually sharing my writing in full and im very nervous 😵‍💫 this has absolutely no purpose and no plot. just something kind of cute that i thought about while lying in bed with my partner :)

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It's been weeks since you and Percy have found yourself completely alone. After an especially stressful and exhausting expedition, you and Percy agreed to stay back while the others drink in celebration. After they leave, it isn't long until Percy's grabbing you and slamming you into the bed. It quickly turns into an all night affair. Not that you're complaining.

Eventually, after round three or four, you end the night on top. You're bouncing and rolling on top of him. He's stretching you open and you're chanting his name like a prayer. His pale fingers dig into your hips, gritting his teeth as you pull the last of his energy from his body. His warm touch travels up your body, grabbing a handful of your breasts with his large hands. A string of strangled moans and whimpers spill from your swollen lips as he holds onto you. You move faster, chasing his release. Your fingers trace at the jagged scar crossing down his chest. He doesn't pay attention to the touch. Instead, he groans as he spills the last of himself into you.

You collapse forward, his arms wrapping around you. He holds you against his broad frame. Your forehead is pressed against the crook of his neck as his fingers play with strands of you hair. You're both a little sweaty and sticky, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. His spend drips slowly down his shaft, making a small mess. Neither of you pay attention to it. "Thank you, my dear." He whispers into your ear, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

"I missed you," you say back, nuzzling into his neck as your arms lay limp at your sides.

He chuckled, his hands move to your shoulders, pushing you up so he can get a better look at your naked form on top of him. His left hand rests on your hip, his thumb tracing small circles. His right hand caresses your warm cheek, squeezing slightly as you smile at him lazily. "I missed this time with you, my darling." His voice was deep, filled with adoration.

You smile wider this time, your hands holding onto both of his wrists. Slowly, you drag your fingers down to his shoulders. You squeeze lightly, your thumbs stroke at his collarbones, tracing small scars and a recent scratch from your recent endeavor.

A mischievous smile is stuck on your lips as you lift your hips. His length falls out of you, falling back onto his happy trail. You grin, feeling more of his spend dripping from your cunt as you move yourself down and shift off the bed. He attempts to get up but you push him down.

"I'll clean us up today." You whisper, kissing his forehead. He hums in response with a dazed smile.

You clean yourself up, coming back with a wash cloth to clean him up. He lays back flat, still breathing heavily in his postcoital state. A small sigh of pleasure slips from his swollen lips, an arm lazily thrown over his eyes. You smile, cleaning him up before tossing the cloth in the hamper. You pick up his shirt, slipping it over your frame and buttoning the middle two buttons.

Slowly, you slide back into his bed, hands working themselves up and down his torso. Your thumbs massage through the muscles on his stomach, leaving small, loving kisses at his collarbones. The arm draped over his eyes moves to your cheek to caress it softly. He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes as his thumb grazes your cheekbone. Adoration and affection fill his gaze as he stares at you, straddling him once again.

He winces slightly as your thumb pushes down into a spot on his shoulder that was giving him trouble. You rub it out slowly, feeling the knot loosen as he grunts. "That feel good?" You ask softly, a small giggle filling the room.

He smiles back, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Yes, much better."

Your eyes flicker back up to him. You cant help but admire him in this state. Completely blissed out and deeply in love. Finally allowing himself to be fragile, to be soft. You've completely cracked his shell, spreading him open into the rawest form of himself. Getting to know every curve and line on his muscular body. It took a long time to get here with him. Spending endless days and countless nights by his side. With each passing hour he becomes more open and vulnerable to you. After Whitestone, he had promised to be more honest. Not just with the group, but with you.

You'd lay together with his head on your chest, your fingers brushing through his soft hair. He'd tell you every little detail. Whether it was about a specific dinner with his family or the torturous actions of Anna Ripley. The woman he had yet to escape from. His nightmares about the torture come and go, but he has you now. To hold him while he breaks, whisper to him that he's safe and that you'd never let anything happen to him. That the group would never let anything to happen to him. That he's loved and cherished, even when he's acting like a pretentious ass.

But now, it was different. He was vulnerable to you in a completely different manner. Not shielding you from the scars and stories that litter his pale skin. The jagged lines and the imperfections that you worship on nights like these. They are all open for you to kiss, to love, to hold. He was open to showing you his love in its rawest form. Open to admiring each other and tracing shapes and confessions onto each others skin.

So you sigh in contentment, moving to lay down next to him. Your head falls to his shoulders, your body pressed against him as he lays on his back. One of your legs lift on top of his hips as you feel him pull you closer. His arm is around you, lazily drawing circles on your side. Your warm hand rests on bare chest as you both lay in silence. Breathing in each others presence in the calming candlelight that illuminates his bedroom.

Your pointer finger lifts, touching the start of the long scar that runs in a diagonal curve across his chest. The soft pad of your fingers presses down as it drags down his pecs and over a protruding rib. A sigh leaves his lips, his free hand moving from his stomach to brush strands of your hair out of your face. "You seem to like that one." He says softly.

You stay silent for a moment, kissing where it starts at his shoulders. His hand falls to your shoulder while his other arm pulls you tighter. "You're so strong." You say lightly.

"Not nearly as strong as you, my love." His voice is light and sweet. Coated with sleep.

You just chuckle, propping yourself up on your elbow. Your free hand holds onto his side while you bend down to press soft, calculating kisses down the deep scar. A deep sigh of pleasure is heard as your kisses get longer and heavier.

“Don’t start again, I have no energy.” He grumbles playfully as you kiss down to the very edge of the scar.

“Sorry,” you says sheepishly, falling back into your spot next to him.

He brushes your hair off your face and gives you a tired smile. “Don’t worry. I like it.” His voice is softer than usual, filled with adoration.

Your head is back on his chest, focusing on the rise and fall with each breath. His heartbeat slows down as each minute passes. “‘M tired,” you say as your cheek is pressed against his chest.

He pulls you closer, brushing your hair back and resting that hand on your shoulder. A small kiss is pressed on the crown of your head. “Go to sleep,” he says. He presses a long kiss in the same spot before whispering your name. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

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