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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 29 days

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Of Lions and Mice

Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Reader is intended to be female

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Leona was annoyed.

Once again, his golden goody-two-shoes older brother decided to shirk his responsibility of being a father and dump the overexcited, disgustingly bright-eyed crown prince on him for the day. And not only that, it had to be today of all days - a rare day where you were free from picking up Crowleys’ slack, where the loudmouthed, nattering extras that always followed you were otherwise preoccupied (and bribed to bugger off with a bag full of tuna), where he was certain he’ll spend the day in bed with you right next to him.

But no. Just like with everything else in his miserable existence, his dreams were crushed and he had to spend the day playing caretaker to his nephew instead of wrapped up with you. What’s worse was that, you’d decided to carry the pint-sized load off of his back and gave your undivided attention to the cub when it should have been rightfully his. How he hated that selfless nature of yours, that sweet, caring, gentle nature that would make you look at anyone that wasn’t him with that loving gaze, that would make you brush your fingers through Cheka’s golden orange curls the same way you would Grim’s fur or the stray cats you’d find around campus or any other being instead of his mane.

He hated just how loving you were, how your eyes could see the beauty in everything.

How, now that it’s late at night, and he’s closed his eyes and pretended to sleep in his attempt to actually get some shut eye and so that the little hairball would quit bothering him but Cheka just continues yapping.

Even in the darkness under his eyelids, he could feel you cast a worried look his way from the spot where his bed sags a little.

“Hey Cheka,” your sweet, dulcet voice (which is currently being used to please his nephew and not sooth him to sleep with the sweet nothings it usually does) pipes up, “how about I tell you a bedtime story from my world?”

“A bedtime story?!” Wow, even with his eyes closed he could see the stars coming out of his nephew's eyes, “yes please!”

Once the little cub has settled into bed, he asks you, “do you know any stories from your world with lions in them?

“Any ones with lions? Hmm, well, I suppose I could tell you about Narnia but I think you might be a bit too young for that and - wait,” you punctuated your words with a snap of your fingers, “I know a short one. There was this man called Aesop who wrote these short stories called fables.”

“What’s a fable?” Cheka asked, his words covered in that innocently curious lilt that all six year olds seemed to have during every occasion Leona wished they wouldn’t - and that was all of them.

You, however, seemed to have much more patience than him, “A story with a moral in them. Like, always be honest, or share, or work together, that sort of thing. I had a book of them when I was younger and I really enjoyed reading them.”

Figures. Of course, the shining beacon of sickeningly polite goodness grew up with such stories. He would’ve teased you for that but he had a child who he’s still trying to convince he was asleep.

“That sounds so cool, Aunty Y/N! Will you tell me more?”

“Of course, I will,” he can hear your smile, “but I’ll tell you them later, okay. Now, it’s time for you to rest.”

“Okay, Aunty Y/N.”

“Alright so,” you clear your throat, “there was once a lion that lay asleep in his den. A shy little mouse came upon him and in her fright she ran away, only whilst doing so she accidentally ran over his head, waking him up.”

“Oh no,” Cheka gasped, “that lion is going to be so angry if he wakes up.”

Oh, so the little hairball does have a brain after all.

“You’re right. Furious that he had been woken up, the big lion slammed a paw down on the tiny mouse and grabbed her by the tail. Holding her up, he growled at her,” here you made your voice noticeably deeper, trying to imitate a gruff growl, ““How dare you wake me up! I am the king of beasts and anyone who interrupts my slumber deserves to die! I shall kill you and eat you!””

It took everything within Leona to not burst into laughter at your adorable imitation of a ‘big scary lion’. It’s a voice you’ve used before whenever you tease him, playfully repeating the words his old self would have said to you, and it’s one that he’s rather fond of.

He loves and respects you, Herbivore, and he’s the first to attest to your formidability and capability - even though you have the annoying tendency to not only blur the line between bravery and reckless stupidity but also play skipping rope with it - but intimidating you are not.

“This scared the terrified mouse even more. Shaking with fear, she begged for him to let her go,” you make your voice higher at this part, squeaking in a way that oddly suited you, in Leona’s not so humble opinion, ““please, your majesty, I beg of you, please don’t eat me. It was only a mistake and if you let me go I’ll be sure to repay you. If you spare my life one day, I might even save yours.””

“The lion looked at the tiny creature and laughed, amused at how such a small mouse could ever be of use to an animal as powerful as him, “You? Save me? How absurd. You’ve made me laugh and put me in a good mood so I shall be generous and let you go.”

“Thank you, your majesty, thank you,” the mouse squeaked as she was put back on the ground, before scurrying away as fast as fast as her little legs could carry her.”

“Yay, so the mouse is free.” Cheka giggled.

“He is,” you said, “but there’s still more left. A few days later, the lion was prowling around when out of nowhere he was caught in a hunter’s net. Try as he might, he couldn’t get out of it. He tossed and turned, roaring angrily as he struggled to escape.”

“Wait, so now the lion’s in trouble. How’s he going to get out?” Cheka asked in worry.

“You’ll see. Hearing his cries, the mouse followed the sound, recognising it from the lion he met earlier.

“I have to help him,” she squeaked as she scampered towards him.”

Upon seeing the lion in the net, she said, “hold still your majesty, I’ll get you out!”

And she quickly started to nibble on the ropes with her sharp little teeth, biting until all they broke apart. It wasn’t long until the lion was free.”

“So the mouse saved him. Was it because the lion helped him earlier?”

“It certainly was Cheka. “Thank you, little mouse,” the lion said, “I laughed at you and didn’t think you could ever help me but you saved my life.”

“It was my turn to help you.” The mouse replied, ”never forget that even a creature as small as a mouse can help a lion.”

And that’s the end,” you say.

“Thank you, Auntie Y/N, I really enjoyed that. Do you think the lion and mouse became friends after that?”

“You are very welcome, Cheka. I think they did. They did help each other, after all. Now I think it’s time to go to sleep.”

And once you were sure that the crown prince was asleep, you made your way next to your boyfriend, running your fingers through chestnut locks, “did you enjoy that little story, Leona.”

He opens his eyes to see your endeared smile. Rolling over so that he could wrap his arms around your waist he muses, “it seems awfully familiar don’t you think? A scared little herbivore wakes up a sleeping lion and ends up saving him later.”

“I’ll have you know, Your Highness, that I was never scared of you. Even when you were a rude old brute who threatened to knock out one of my teeth. And I’m certainly not little.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

He pulls, letting you flop down on his bed beside him so that he can spoon you.

“Sweet dreams, little mouse,” he kissed your forehead, “I hope you know that I don’t ever intend on letting you go. Not after you helped in ways you could never even imagine.”

And so the lion fell asleep, holding the prey who rescued him from the confinement of his past safely in his arms.

#leona kingscholar x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #fem reader

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sorcererofsolitude · 5 months

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Wednesday, admiring the hyena skull Yoko gave her for Christmas: Your gift is... exceedingly adequate. Perhaps I can continue to tolerate your presence as a fr-... frustrating acquaintance.

Yoko, one brow raised and smirking: Wednesday Addams, were you about to call me a friend??

Wednesday, crossing her arms: Quite the opposite. I was merely distracted by my plans for how best to stake you.

Yoko, lowering her sunglasses and fixing the seer with a gaze: Oh, come on. You don't like me even a tiny bit?

Wednesday: ...

Yoko, batting her eyelashes: Say it just this once?

Wednesday, eyes darting around the room to ensure no one else can overhear: Yoko... you are an incorrigible, vulgar, half-witted harlot, and it brings me much suffering to call you my... friend.

Yoko, looking like she might start crying: That was beautiful.

Wednesday: Speak of this to anyone, and I'll nail you to a tree.

Yoko, snickering: You'd have to grow a few inches to do that, pint-sized psycho.

Wednesday extricates a blade from her pocket and chases Yoko down the hall. Maybe having friends wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

AO3: SorcererOfSolitude

#netflix wednesday #wednesday #lesbian #wenclair #lgbtq #wednesday addams #incorrect wednesday quotes #incorrect quotes #yoko tanaka #yoko wednesday #jenna ortega

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determined-ghostworm · 9 months

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:Squid: 0-0

I love my de-aged crossover fics. I love the one that let teenager Danny in 7 year body cause havoc. The amount of chaos Danny can cause as a pint sized child is ✨👌✨ he has no filter for his mouth.

[Just on!!! NEWS!! -Dick Grayson attacked by small child at the mall, cries in public from insult.]

Also this -

http://archiveofourown.org/works/36236251/chapters/90331432

It is beauty. It is grace. This small child will kick your face.

I have gone 4? 5? Days without drawing digitally. This was a mistake. My art is flimsy and sad and changes at the slightest inconvenience (this is definitely not reflection of me :( no sir) so there are some changes to the way I drew them. *shrugs*

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #batman #danny phantom comic #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc art #dp x dc fanart #danny fenton #dpxdc comic #dick grayson #nightwing #phanart #Dick: prides homself on being the friendliest bat #Danny: Squid #Dick: Cries in a corner #Jason:😂🤣#jason todd #red hood

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 4 months

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Coffee & Salted Caramel (Dad Best Friend!John Price Dark Romantic Headcanons)

CoD ML

It takes a moment for John to realise it’s you standing in front of him. However, after carefully scrutinising your face under the guise of a polite smile, there’s a spark of recognition in his pretty blue eyes.

In his defence, the last time he saw you was about ten years ago when you were an awkward teen just entering puberty. So little could have prepared him for seeing you now, blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

He doesn’t go in for a hug or a handshake, though it looks like the latter. Nevertheless, as soon as you’ve placed your hand in his, John brings your knuckles to his lips and kisses them. “My lady.”

The dark satisfaction blossoming in his chest due to your flabbergasted expression is carefully concealed behind a cheeky smile. A smile which is easily mistaken as amused, kind.

Without any other implications than friendship.

Picks you up from work if you’re working late and during winter. If you’re working the morning shift and therefore have to be there early, he’ll escort you to make sure you’re alright. At first John tells himself he’s simply being a gentleman, a proper captain. Moreover, he’s doing his best friend a service by keeping his daughter safe.

From men like him.

To keep you for himself.

Your father may or may not have let slip you go to the gym. A comment in which John saw a golden opportunity to get closer to you and reconnect. Or, rather, truly connect.

So you now find yourself three times a week working out alongside your father’s best friend, who kindly picks you up and drops you off after each session.

Who you’ve noticed glaring and sometimes even downright scowling at the other men there. Especially when he’s acting as your personal trainer.

Ngl, he makes for a good workout partner. Of course he respects your boundaries, but gradually tries to push you beyond them. Henceforth, when one week you swear you won’t be able to do a deadlift with 10kg on either side, you find yourself more than capable the next.

Though he’d never admit it, John loves showing off his strength and size. He might be middle aged, but he sure is still as capable, if not more, than in his younger years.

Another thing he’d keep a secret is how you wearing a choker tempts him to submit fully to instinct, play dangerously with the thought of claiming or, rather, owning you.

Frequently takes you out for hikes, picnics (weather permitting), trips around the country, and coffee. Whereas your father regards the outings with his best friend as enrichment because you two don’t get to do that stuff and acts of kindness, John actually sees them as unofficial dates.

Small moments during which he can properly fancy himself your partner.

You sing as a side hustle and have landed a performance at John’s favourite pub. Now, being a good friend to your father and simply being kind, he offers for you to stay overnight at his place. After all, the venue is too far from home to make it there afterwards safely.

Despite being seated in the back amongst the shadows, you feel John’s eyes on you throughout the show. Little do you know he occasionally closes his eyes, shutting out the world to enjoy your voice. It’s a lullaby that temporarily puts the rage seething beneath his skin to rest.

Gets grumpy when a guy approaches you to strike up a conversation after you’re done.

John knows you’re your own person and yet here he is, sulking and brooding over a pint because of a nagging sense he knows is unjustified. For fuck’s sake, you’re his best friend’s daughter! What the hell would you do with a guy his age, damaged beyond repair and haunted by ghosts?

Yet, he stands before you in no time and roughly grabs your wrist, dragging you behind him towards the exit. “On your feet. We’re leaving.”

On the way to his house, his grip remains iron-like regardless of how you struggle, whimper, beg, and try to pry his hand loose. Nonetheless, he remains as quiet, as tight-lipped, as when you ask him about his years in the army. Only when you call out his name with an ugly sob does he let go.

You flinch and step back when he turns around and comes closer, mortified by his fuming expression. John takes a deep breath, wishing he could kick himself in the face now that he finally sees how he hurt you. Moreover, in spite of his own disregard of rules and protocol, this type of behaviour would put any good captain to shame. That is, when directed at a loved one rather than a teammate. “I… I’m sorry.”

“What’s this about?” His gaze remains steady on the ground, even when you come closer to bridge the distance between you. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know, poppet. Maybe it’s just the pints that get me a bit violent. Drank one too many.”

“John-“

“Let’s go home.” Hands tucked into his pockets, he turns on his heel and starts walking again. He’d hold your hand, but after that little incident he’s too terrified to touch you. More than that, he grows bleak at the thought this or similar incidents which perhaps have yet to occur will eventually lead to you resenting him.

With you, he doesn’t want to be Captain Price.

He wants to be a man rather than a soldier.

A man properly caring for his girl by making sure she doesn’t want for anything.

Trying to sweep the incident on the street under the rug once you’re at his place, John stands in the doorway to the guest room as he watches you rummage in your bag. “Something wrong, love? Forgot your post-concert snack stash?”

You share his smile, the idea of glaring at him evaporated the moment you lock eyes. “Very funny, John.”

“I can make us something, though, if you’re still hungry. I ain’t a good cook, but I think I can manage scrambled eggs on an English muffin. Sober enough for that, at least.”

“I’m alright. Still, thanks. Turns out, I forgot my pyjamas.”

“You can lend a shirt. Let me find one.”

A wee while later, after being occupied a little too long with picking something for you to wear and distracted by the strain in his pants, he returns with a hoodie. He’d rather you be too hot than cold.

“Arms up, doll face.” Without questioning the nickname, you do as he says. His breath hitches as you wriggle into his hoodie, staring up at him with doe eyes.

It takes every ounce of self-control not to pick you up, twirl you around, and tuck you into bed. Say what you will, but beneath the lust there’s the genuine want to take care of you.

Distrustful of his hands, he crosses his arms and nods to the bed. “Hit the hay. I’ll make sure there’s breakfast, so don’t worry about that.”

“Thank you. Goodnight, John.”

He almost breaks, almost reaches out to pat your head to satisfy himself as much as he allows himself. But he doesn’t. “Goodnight, love.”

Nothing could have prepared him for seeing you do Pilates in the morning.

He stops in the doorway, frozen in place by fascination and the feeling he hasn’t been able to shake off since seeing you again for the first time in forever. Honestly, seeing you stretch and bend this way and that doesn’t help him think any clearer either. In fact, it only throws him deeper down the rabbit hole created by the fantasy of you pinned beneath him, breathless and whimpering his name as he has his way with you.

And he just dealt with his morning wood before coming downstairs.

As silent as a ghost, John slips back upstairs to calm himself down yet again, only leaving the bedroom when he hears you in the shower.

We all know perfectly well why I had to include this particular gif. And no, I’m not sorry.😝😹

Using the towels he prepared for you last night before dragging his ossified arse to bed.

Breakfast is elaborate with croissants, freshly brewed coffee (and your favourite syrup to put in it, salted caramel), orange juice, bread, jams, yogurt, and fruit. The food extravaganza makes you stop in your tracks to take in the sight.

“Thought I’d surprise you and apologize for last night. I stepped out of line.” John settles down and gestures to the one across from him. “Please.”

You nod, still too flabbergasted by the feast.

After a few moments of eating and drinking in silence, you pose the question which has been weighing heavily on your mind. “Why did you really act like that?”

“Guys like that want nothing but sex with a pretty young thing.” Despite the casual tone, his gruff voice is strained as he pours you another cup of coffee. After adding enough syrup to make it to your liking, he slides the cup towards you. “Besides, I promised your dad I’d watch over you, keep you safe.”

You glance to the side. “Bullshit. Like I’m that pretty.”

“You are. I’m surprised you don’t see how easily you can wrap any man around your finger.”

“Right. Let’s say you’re correct. I still don’t know how to… you know… have… sex.”

“Suppose you haven’t found the right person yet. Someone with the patience to take you through the motions. Who wants to take the time to love you right, map every detail of your body and learn what makes you shiver.” His eyes darken. “Someone with experience.”

Prompted by the way he sees you squirm in your seat and the front you try to put up despite the blush on your cheeks, he stands up to walk over to your side. “Someone who’s loyal. Faithful. Committed,” his breath is hot on your ear as his fingers touch your cheek, finding you pliable, your senses full of his cologne and presence, “to you. Maybe also someone who’s a little older.”

Before you can respond, John’s lips are on yours. His beard feels ticklish, but surprisingly much smoother than you thought it would be. A pleased hum reverberates in his chest when you run your fingers through it.

A lovely sound that turns into a gasp when you push him away, horrified as the truth sinks in. For nothing is more terrifying than common sense.

“I…” you begin, grasping at straws to explain yourself. It doesn’t help your heart cracks at the sight of the sadness in his eyes, badly concealed beneath the mask of the composed and determined captain.

“Y/N-“

“I should go.”

Judging by your tone, John knows he won’t be able to explain himself. “I’ll pack up some food. Have it along the way. A soldier isn’t anything if they don’t have a full stomach.”

“Text me when you’re home.” He can see the fight between confusion and affection rage in your eyes. “So I’ll know you’re safe. It might be broad daylight, but that doesn’t mean nothing won’t happen. Please, Y/N,” the way he says your name with an uncharacteristic plea hidden beneath barely composed sternness makes you waiver. “Just a text. That’s all I ask.”

“Alright.” You pull out your phone, create a new contact, and keep your gaze down towards the screen. “Spill the secret info, captain.”

After a moment’s hesitation, John curls his finger beneath your chin to tip it upwards. There’s a tremble in his hand as he cups your cheek, afraid you’ll pull away.

Change your mind.

And leave him behind.

“Promise?”

You nod, slightly leaning into his touch. “I promise.”

Packed up, the shirt he gave you the first thing to find its way into your bag, and his number in your phone, you silently leave. You know that once you turn around you’ll run right back to him, to what he can offer you. Nonetheless, to avoid problems with your father, you keep walking.

John’s gaze hot on your back, drinking salted caramel coffee.

I might turn this into a proper fic. Ah dinnae ken when or how, but what’s for sure already is that I’ve got plenty thoughts and ideas.😉

#Captain Price #John Price #Captain John Price #John Price x You #John Price x Reader #CoD x Reader #CoD Modern Warfare

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emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 5 months

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I wonder what it would be like to find a cursed protein shake, made to just make the guy who drinks it experience the goods and bads of a protein shake, but like so so much more than normal. The growth and beautiful round muscle, but also the bloat and gas that comes with drinking the shake.

How about you be the first one to try out my new line of cursed protein drinks! You’ll find that they really pack on the weight. What’s even better is they are addictive. Almost like developing an addiction for alcohol and cigarettes. Maybe I shouldn’t have used neurotoxins I the protein that effects the same portion of the brain only 10x more. So here’s a sample pint size jar.

You make your first shake and you can’t help but go directly to the gym. You’re not even aware that your muscles are bloating. Your legs becoming like tree trunks while your abdomen begins to distend. Your arms jutting outward while the muscle continues to pack on. You begin to sweat like an angry beast. And you smell like one too. Your back becomes huge and wide and you continue bulk with muscle. People around you can hear you burping and can even hear your stomach churning and gurgling and your burp constantly while the protein works its magic on you. Making you sweat and get larger.

Oh well. Good thing you’re a guinea pig. And when I say pig. Is even a good word for you anymore ? Maybe muscle pig? I seen you in the locker room earlier about fight someone because they were trying to make you stop making a protein drink. Just look at you! Here you are trying you best to count out how many scoops are left to go in you serving. Silly dumbass. You know you can’t count unless it involves lifting weights. Just pour the whole thing in your cup and see what the proteins curse really does to your muscle pig body then! And just as I say it you just pour the powder in your mouth directly. The men around you in the locker room back up as they see you noticeably get larger. Your shoes split open. You grow taller and your mullet bulk even bigger. Over never seen such a muscled pig like you before. You’re grunting from being so large now. Unable to make an intelligible word. Just grunting and trying to find for protein. It’s a good thing that you’re own. That is until you see a whole gallon tub of it roll your way.

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141goblin · 13 days

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Soft: Chapter three. John.

CW: Suggestive, John Price being a bit sneaky and manipulative. Slight possessiveness.

A/N: I had to write this one from John’s pov to fuel my silly little brain worms 🪱

—> Chapter two

I spend the early afternoon both getting ready and helping the boys set up in the mansion. Despite my protests, they were all adamant on throwing me this big, ridiculous party for my 40th birthday and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I put on a ridiculously expensive suit that i’ve hired for the evening and begin to greet my guests as they filter in, each of them giving me warm smiles, hugs, kisses on the cheek. None of it is of any interest to me, though. If i had my way, i’d be spending tonight in the local pub, eating good food and washing it down with one too many pints. Nevertheless, I do my best to look interested and actually make an effort to enjoy the night.

I’m doing my rounds of thanking everyone for coming, when I spot Johnny and his bird. Twiggy little thing, looks like she could be a supermodel. She’s pretty, sure, but hidden behind them like a lost puppy is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.

Big, soft woman, all wrapped in red silk, like my own personal birthday present. Pretty round face framed by a few loose curls, tits practically spilling out of her dress while the bottom half flows down her wide thighs and calves, accompanied by a pair of heels that look far too uncomfortable. Her big, blue eyes are looking around the room, taking in the sheer size of the place. Bless her, she looks like a child at Disneyland.

Johnny leads her over to the bar with his bird and I make a mental note of the drink in front of softie; blueberry martini. I’ll make sure the waiters keep them coming for her. Thing as sweet as her deserves as many sweet drinks as her little heart desires.

Johnny and his bird start making their way over to the rest of the lads and I see her hop up onto a barstool. Bloody fucking hell. Her perfect, round arse completely spills over the edge and her feet don’t quite reach the floor. I feel my cock twitch in my suit pants and I blink a few times to get rid of the image of the pretty, soft woman beneath me as I make her writhe and cry in pleasure, digging my fingertips into those plush hips of hers.

I make my way over to the group to get some information on her, a name, or something, anything. Either that or I keep calling her ‘sweet, soft thing’ forever. Fitting, I think. I greet the lads and give Johnny’s bird a curt nod. Got to be polite, but don’t wanna give her the impression I want her. I don’t. I want her sweeter, softer counterpart.

“Who’s your friend, Amelia?” I nod towards the bundle of sweetness wrapped in silk that’s got her pretty arse perched on a bar stool that’s far too small to accommodate her beauty.

“Oh.” Amelia chirps with a sympathetic smile in her direction.

“That’s my best friend. She didn’t really want to come here tonight, but we come as a package deal.”

I let my eyes linger for a second longer before giving Johnny a nod. He knows what to do and he immediately turns on his heels and makes his way over to the sweet thing. If there’s anyone that can convince a girl like her to join us, it’s Johnny. I see him flash his signature toothy grin and instantly know he’s working his magic. Good lad. Get her for me.

Within a few minutes of them chatting, she’s waking her pretty arse over to me. She stands there like a little girl, unsure of what to say or do. I want to scoop her into my arms and kiss her pretty round face silly, until there’s no doubt in her mind that she’s the most beautiful thing to ever grace this planet.

Not yet, John. You’ll scare the poor thing off. Got to get her first.

Just as i’m putting a collar around my desires to make the soft, round woman mine, she excuses herself, voice all soft and quiet. Shy little thing. I’ll work that out of you, Dove. I give her a minute to collect her thoughts before following her out, hands stuffed in his pockets. I have a plan, I need to stick to it and she’ll be mine before Christmas. Maybe even with a ring on her finger.

I see her sat on the bench outside the mansion. Poor thing looks defeated. Every single fibre of my being screams at me to touch her, comfort her, kiss her silly. Not yet, John…

“You alright, dove?” I ask, standing behind her. Even from behind and sitting down she looks beautiful. Messy curls cascading down her back, arse pressed against the stone bench. I spot the cigarette between her fingers. Didn’t peg you as a smoker, Dove. Bad habit, that. Gonna ruin your lovely lungs. Then again, i’m not one to speak. She wraps her lips around the stick of nicotine and sucks. In that moment, it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to rip it out from between her lips and replace it with my tongue. Or my cock. God, she’d look so pretty with a mouth full of me…

“Fine, thanks.” She replies. He response is short and clipped, probably a sign she doesn’t want to talk to me. I don’t care. I want to talk to her. I need to talk to her.

I ignore her silent signal to be left alone and sit down beside her on the bench, my thigh pressed against hers as I hold a cigar idly between my fingers.

“Not a fan of parties like this, I take it?”

I want to know what kind of girl she is, what she’s into, what makes her tick. What’s her idea of a good night out? Is she the type that loves getting dolled up and drinking fruity cocktails all night? Does she prefer a night in? The burn at the base of my skull tells me I need to know.

“You could say that.”

There it is, we’re starting to get to the bottom of why she’s sat outside, sporting a frown on that pretty, freckled face of hers. I want her to like me, so naturally, I leave out the fact that this is my birthday party. I don’t want her to think i’m such rich ponce that throws parties in mansions, just for shits and giggles. That’s not who I am. If i’m going to make her mine, she deserves to know i’m not that kind of guy. From what I can tell, she’s not into those men.

“Mm, I get it. Not for everyone.”

It’s not like i’m lying to her. I’m just conveniently leaving out the details.

Something must’ve snapped in her pretty little head because she starts to rant, saying that parties like this are for ‘rich arseholes’ or something along those lines. In all honesty, I wasn’t listening. All the blood rushed from my head to my cock the second I saw the fire in her eyes. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fuck the attitude out of her or pepper gentle kisses all over her gorgeous neck while she rants.

When she finishes, I laugh, genuinely amused. The poor girl clearly isn’t having a good time and is taking comfort in me, blissfully unaware that it’s a party for me. I see her flushed face, anger mixed with embarrassment. I’d pay good money to see that face every day for the rest of my life. An idea pops up in my head and I store it away for later.

“Feel better, dove?” I ask, turning to look at her as she scowls out to the courtyard like she has a personal vendetta against grass itself. She gives me a little hum and I smile to myself.

I tell her i’ll be inside if she decides to stay, and leave her to her thoughts. Hopefully that little rant of hers helped her to cheer up. I can’t decide what I like better, her smile or her scowl. As I go back inside and see that people are now sitting down at their respective tables, I internally groan. It’s getting closer to my least favourite part of the night. The speech. I flag down the nearest waiter and shove a few ten-pound-notes into his hand.

“When the lady in the red silk dress comes back inside, the one sat at that table,” I point to where Johnny and Amelia are sitting.

“Bring her a blueberry martini, and keep them coming. Thanks, mate.”

The waiter gives a curt nod and scarpers off to retrieve the drink from the bartender once more. I come to a decision as I wait to make my speech. I need to see that face of hers again, all rosy and wide-eyed. This should be fun.

I get up on stage and gather everyone’s attention, thanking my room full of guests for coming to my party (even though I didn’t want the party in the first place, it doesn’t hurt to be polite). Then, when i’m certain I have the attention of my dove, the fun begins.

“Here’s to us rich arseholes, at least pretend to be on your best behaviour, eh? Here’s to a good night.”

I raise my glass of whiskey and the room erupts in laughter and amused cheers. My focus is on one person, and one person only. And, by the looks of it, my birthday wish just came true. Soft little things sat there, face bright red, practically melting in her seat from the sheer embarrassment. Might’ve been a bit cruel, but worth it to see the look on her face.

After another hour or so of mingling and small-talk with people I don’t care for, I see my soft girl make her way over to the bar. She orders another one of those blueberry martinis she loves so much. Silly girl, I paid a man to bring them to you. Then, a glass of water is placed in front of her, too. Good girl. Smart decision. Amelia seems to have some sort of girls sixth sense because she makes her way over looking like a concerned mother. I watch them for a few seconds and then Amelia makes her way back over to us.

“We’re gonna call it a night.”

All the lads give her a hug goodbye and I take this as my chance to catch my sweet soft girl before she goes home. I see her sitting on the same bench as before, looking equally as defeated.

“Leaving so soon, dove?”

She seems to jolt a little at the sound of my voice. Jumpy little thing. I wont hurt you, sweet girl.

“Afraid so… Past my bedtime.”

She’s funny, too? God, she’s perfect. I let out a laugh, and her round little face blushes and she shivers. Poor thing must be freezing. I take off my suit jacket and drape it around her shoulders, almost testing the waters, but I can play it off as being chivalrous. My jacket basically swallows her form, despite the fact that she’s a wide, beautifully plump thing.

“Hm. Shame. I quite enjoyed that little rant of yours.”

She pauses for a few seconds, and I can practically hear the cogs turning in her pretty head. She turns to face me, brows furrowed and her bottom lip stuck between her teeth.

“Listen, about that-“

She’s about to apologise, I can feel it. And I can’t let her. This beautiful, soft girl can do no wrong in my eyes.

“No need to apologise, dove. I liked the honesty. Not often I find a soft, beautiful thing like you with such fire in her.”

Ha, there it is. She freezes, her brain trying to compute if she just heard me right. It’s funny to watch the cogs turn as he comprehends being complimented. I’m going to compliment you until you can think straight, perfect girl. Before she can say anything, Amelia is grabbing her by the hand and pulling her into an uber, while my pretty girl keeps her eyes on me, even looking back as the car drives off.

Luckily, I managed to pull some strings and get Johnny to sneak onto Amelia’s phone to get me my pretty girls number. I make a mental note to text her later. Might even use my jacket as an excuse to see her pretty, round face again.

I wonder what she’ll be doing when she gets home, changing into some cute little pyjamas, or maybe even running a hot bath and lowering herself into it, her tits and perfect, soft belly sticking out over the water level.

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jobeancafe · 9 months

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october reads

#source #pint sized beauty #autumn #autumn essentials #fall #cozy #warm & cozy #cozy living #cosy #cosy aesthetic #blankets #books #candles #ghost #pumpkin #pumpkins

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justmystyles · 7 months

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Like Riding a Bike

read my other work here!

pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

*i say it's a plus size reader, but it is not something that i focus on explicitly in my fics, because your size should not define you. it will only come up if it comes into the story organically.*

word count: 677

summary: despite being on break, Harry manages to find his way back onstage.

a/n: i've been away for a bit, i hope you guys didn't forget about me! i've got a couple of half finished one shots i'm hoping to complete and post in the coming weeks, including some of the asks that you beautiful people have sent me! i really miss writing, but motivation has been hard to come by.

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You and Harry walked down the street hand in hand. The streetlights illuminated the late night city streets, as the sounds of laughter and conversation filled the summer air. The two of you had just finished dinner, and decided to take a stroll around the city.

As you approached the outdoor beer garden, you heard a familiar melody from the band that was performing. You look up at Harry, and he gives you a sly smirk in return, as he hears his own lyrics flowing through the air.

“Wanna go grab a pint?” He asks.

You giggle as he leads you toward the gate. “I think somebody just needs attention.”

He looks at you incredulously. “Who me?!”

You slapped him playfully on the arm as the two of you entered the beer garden. You both stand in the back at first, but as the song goes on you can see Harry’s face, you know he wants to make his presence known. He had been on a break for a few months, and while he was loving the peace and quiet, Harry was a performer first and foremost. He loved being the center of attention.

You tug on his arm, getting his attention. “Go on, I’ll hang back here,” you say encouragingly.

“Yeah?” He asks, you nod encouragingly, and giggle as he makes his way to the front.

While everyone else is sitting, holding conversations with their parties, Harry stands directly in front of the stage, waiting to be noticed. The singer does a quick double take, and Harry nods in confirmation. He is immediately ushered on stage, just as they get to the bridge. The crowd is so locked in their own conversations that they don’t notice what is happening, until he opens his mouth.

“Go home, get ahead, light speed internet…”

You watch from the back as eyes go wide, heads start to turn, and phones start being pointed at the stage as he does the abridged versions of his typical stage moves, adjusting to the significantly smaller stage size. He has performed on some of the biggest stages in the world, but in a setting like this there’s something particularly special to him. Maybe because in all those stadiums and arenas, people are there for him. But here, it’s just people having a night out that couldn’t care less that he’s onstage. Getting their attention, and winning them over gives him a special kind of rush.

The song ended and the crowd went crazy, cheering and shouting. Harry bowed before turning to confer with the band, you knew exactly what was happening. Your theory was confirmed when the band started playing, and Harry stepped up to the microphone and began singing Adore You.

Your eyes were locked on him, watching him do what he loves, what he was born to do. Your heart melting just a little each time he’d shoot you a glance or a wink. It was a bittersweet moment, while you’ve both enjoyed his break, but this was just a reminder that he had greater things waiting for him.

Once the song finished, Harry thanked the audience, hugged the band and stepped offstage, where he was stopped every few steps for a hug or a photo. He greeted everyone kindly, smiling and chatting with them. Eventually he made his way back to you, you could see the sparkle in his eyes, the one he always had when he got off stage.

“Ready to go?” He asks.

You arch a brow at him. “Are you? Or do you want to do another encore?”

Harry chuckles and grabs your hand, tugging you toward the exit. “Jealous?”

“Nope, part of the territory of being a superstar’s girlfriend. I know I have to share you with the world.”

You get back onto the street, and he pulls you into him, wrapping his arm around your waist as you continue to walk down the street. “Not always, my love.” He kisses the top of your head. “Let’s get home so you can have me all to yourself.”

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blingblong55 · 8 months

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All the time- Keegan P. Russ NSFW

Based on a request:

Can I request something for Keegan? 🥺 R/n working undercover (nice dress and everything) together with the ghosts and after the mission is done very soft hotel room sex with him I'm literally insane about this character

F!Reader, smut, 18+. MDNI, gentle!sex, established!relationship, unprotected!sex, vanilla!sex, missionary, P-in-V

A/N: wrote him for the request but also because i have a feeling he is like this yk

The mission wouldn't be the most difficult one you've been sent on with Ghosts, but what made it so difficult was how you were to be put in a dress and your boyfriend Keegan would be watching you the whole time. Going undercover was your speciality and you had every right to earn your current rank. As his gaze studied your surroundings and being, something more than love grew within him.

The curves of your body make that dress compliment you in all the right places. How he wished to take you then and there. Your legs crossed as you sat on the bar, a gun in his hand in case anything went south and he'd have to be your knight in shining armour. The way you drank that pint of alcohol, how your lips were so perfect, made him want to do things to you. "Russ, how copy?" Merrick tried to captivate the attention of his teammate. "Clear, eyes on the target." But that was a complete lie, his eyes on you the entire time. "Russ, you listen to me, The girl will be fine, we need eyes on the actual target."

"Roger that," he responds. And after hours of wanting and needing every inch of your perfect body, he approaches you in the hotel room. "You drive me insane, my sweet R/N." his hand caressed your soft facial features. You lean into his touch, "Hm, wonder what else I do." You wink. "Oh my dear little girl, can I have you? Just one night here, please?" It was a promise you two made, to never have sex during missions and now here he was, asking for it. You can't deny him, not when he looks at you with those big blue eyes of his. You sigh and that is all he needs. "Thank you." he kisses your cheek repeatedly.

He takes you to the bed and lays you down, "Oh my beautiful girl." his lips are on yours, hands trailing your soft body. "You are my life, you know that?" his hands hold your arm and he begins to kiss it. From your fingers to your shoulder, "I love you." he says after he is down kissing your arm. "Do you know I love you or can I prove it to you?" He was a lover behind closed doors, a very passionate lover. Soon, those kisses lead to your neck, collarbone, chest, stomach and thighs. One by one, the dress was removed, all the times it hugged your body now covered in his delicate kisses and touch. "My sweet dear, R/N." he goes back to you, hands warming your inner thighs.

Your soft noises and his needy groans, all filling the room with the love you both radiate. "Kiss me once more, dear." Your lips to his, cupping his face, "Mmm, I needed you, and I will always need you, R/N." He begins to trail down to your inner thighs, kissing them and stroking them, "So soft and beautiful," the occasional stretch mark on you being kissed by him. As his hands take your panties away, his lips kiss your ever-needy and wet cunt. He moans at the taste of you.

He gets on his knees and slowly rubs his hard cock with your juices. One of his fingers inside of you and soon guides himself inside of your cunt. You let out a small gasp, his size always made your sweet cunt stretch, and adapt to his size only. His thrusts are slow and gentle, he leans forward and begins to kiss you. Your hands are on his back, kisses to your shoulder and lips as he whispers sweet nothings to you. Your legs wrapped around his hips, bodies moving together. "My dear R/N, please keep making those noises for me." Your moans are like a melody to his ears, how you sound each time he kisses you and thrusts into you, what a sweet sound.

He kisses your chest, hands caressing your every curve, being so delicate as if you were the petals of a flower. You moan against his ear, he smiles and looks at you. "Keegan, please don't stop, please," your voice desperate and smooth. "Never my darling," he responds and continues to thrust into you. Your stomach is in knots as your orgasm gets closer to the edge. "Keegan," you cry. "I know princess, I know." he kisses you, his thrusts are faster and sloppier, and your legs ache, fingers pressed to his back, leaving marks on it. Your eyes roll back, head pressed onto the pillow as your moans get louder, "Keegan! fuck...-ah...i..." He kisses your lips and groans into it.

His final thrusts are rougher against you, his cum leaking inside of you, "oh..fuck..shit..my pretty girl." he caresses your face and kisses the tip of your nose. Your juices mixing inside, he smiles and chuckles a little, "Look how you have me, R/N." he kisses you once more and smiles. "I love you, Keegan," you whisper, his chest pressed against yours. "I love you, R/N," he doesn't hesitate in his words. Your fingers run across his hair, combing through it as he kisses your chest and rests his head on it. "You will ruin me, my dear." He whispers and closes his eyes. A soft sigh escapes his lips. The bedsheets cover both your bodies, the warmth and love mixed in between you both.

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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𝒫𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓂 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈

Cowboy! San x Fem! Reader

Genre: western au, smut, romance, slight angst

Summary: When a mysterious stranger visits the saloon you work at, you find yourself being drawn to him as though you had met him somewhere before.

W.C: 4.5k

Warnings: alcohol mention/use, brief misogyny, minor violence, some blood, soft dom! San, sub! reader, pet names, light dirty talk, fingering, squirting, kissing, unprotected sex

A/N: sooo cowboy san took over my brain, as well as my friends' brains: @cherryxsang and @sanjoongie so check out their cowboy san fics here and here okay? or else cowboy san will appear in the corner of your room at 3 am and make finger guns at you and go “pow pow pow” all night…sorry i don’t make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️ this is a little different from the feral stories i usually write btwww this one’s a lot more soft and romantic ❣️

Song Recs: Lost in the Night by Läskiga Låtar (it's perfect for the intro just trust me bro), Wicked Games by Chris Isaak, Still Beating by Mac Demarco

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With lightning flashing and thunder roaring in the distance, a mysterious man with nomadic tendencies entered the saloon you worked at, standing near the entrance and dripping water all over the already decaying wood floor. The metal spurs of his boots clinked when he made his way past the busy tables and headed up to the main bar to sit down.

“Y/N, get your ass up and serve this fine gentleman whatever he’d like. Don’t keep him waiting,” you heard your old scraggly boss yelling at you from across the large room, causing a few of the more questionable patrons to spare you hungry glances.

Huffing, you lifted the heavy folds of your skirt, getting up from where you were situated on the nearby staircase and making your way behind the long table of the bar so that you could serve the newest customer. “What can I get for you? A pint of beer? Whiskey?” you asked flatly, tapping your fingers against the cracked wood table, scowling at the stranger in front of you.

The cowboy had his hat sitting low over his brows, only allowing you to see the bottom of his chin. It was only when he lifted his hat off that your scowl slowly fizzled away. You had seen him somewhere before, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

“Whatever you feel like giving, I’ll happily take, darlin',” he replied in a low, honey-like voice, slowly pulling off his weathered coat and laying it over the back of his chair, wanting it to dry.

“Smooth,” you commented, trying not to focus on his alarmingly large muscles that had no business being that distracting to you. Turning around, you grabbed a glass bottle from the display, your heart unexplainably pounding inside your chest, relieved that he couldn’t see how hard you were smiling. You popped the cork off of it and spun back around, your face now neutral, setting a medium-sized shot glass in front of San, filling it up almost to the brim.

San nodded his head up as a thank you and lifted up his glass, tossing it back with a satisfied sigh. “Ahh, that’s better. Nothing like a glass of whiskey to warm me up on a cold night.” He barely had a chance to set down his glass when you had already begun pouring him another shot, trying to make prolonged eye contact with you as he added, “Though a warm embrace from a beautiful woman like yourself would probably work wonders.”

Even though other men had said similar words to you in the past, for some odd reason, your heart stopped beating for a second or two once you heard San’s bold statement. Maybe you should visit the local apothecary the following day to see if something was wrong with you.

“Is that so?” you replied, relaxing the grip you had around the neck of the bottle you were still holding. “What’s your name, smooth-talker?”

The man leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the creaking bar table, giving you a kind smile. “San. Choi San.”

You had heard his name somewhere before. Perhaps in the daily newspaper? From the group of ladies that were always gossiping near the town’s well? It was starting to bother you; you felt like you would be able to recognize him if he was a local, especially someone that looked like him.

You leaned in as well, idly filling his shot glass when it was empty and cupping your hand around the side of your mouth. “You’re not from around here, are you, San? You on the run or somethin’?”

His lips formed a crooked smile from you addressing him directly, leaning the bottom of his chin against the palm of his calloused hand. “I’m just passing through, but I’m tempted to elaborate. You seem to be quite interested in my backstory, Miss Y/N.”

“How–” You stopped yourself, knowing your boss had yelled your name so loud earlier that it made sense that he was able to hear it. Your dead ancestors sitting in the gravesite across town probably heard it. “How long have you been in town?”

San moved his wrist around, the dark liquor swirling around in his half empty glass. “Not very long. I was going to head for the mountains nearby, but the storm frightened my horse. Though it worked out. I was starting to get a little thirsty, a little fatigued.” His eyelids lowered slightly, still gazing at you with his coffee-colored irises. “Lonely too.”

Without your knowledge, you had begun to inch your way closer to the man, as though he were a magnet drawing you in, little by little, the bar being the only thing keeping you from meeting in the middle. “Lonely, hm? You’ve been on your own for an awfully long time, haven’t you, cowboy?”

San’s Adam’s apple bounced inside his throat, his fingers tightening around his glass, returning in a low voice, “A very long time.”

It was pretty rare that you’d willingly spend the night with a stranger, but you found yourself wondering how San would treat you during a lay, intensely curious about how he would kiss you, how delicately he would touch you, and how it would feel to have him inside you.

You tilted the half-empty bottle of liquor and slowly poured out another shot, your hand brushing over his when you touched the glass. Once your fingers made contact with the small silver band he had on around his index finger, you were filled with a strong sense of déjà vu, leading you to know what you would say next.

“Do you need someone to keep you company for the night?”

“Only if that someone is you, darlin'.”

Blushing from his words, you were about to respond positively when one of your regulars cleared his throat and snapped his fingers in your direction. “Over here, Y/N,” he said in a gruff voice, setting his empty mug down with a heavy thud.

“Here we go…” you muttered under your breath, giving San a small smile and patting his hand, before reluctantly pulling yourself away to see what the man wanted.

“What is it?” Once you stood in front of the man, he wrapped his large arms around your waist, pulling you in and trying to kiss you. “Gross, no. Get off of me. You’re drunk.” Disgusted, you pushed his scruffy face away, much to his dismay.

“Don’t act like you’re a pretty little princess, Y/N. You’re just a whore, so start acting like one,” he slurred, standing up, grabbing you by the arm and tugging you in a different direction.

“I said get off of me!” you protested, unable to loosen the strong grip he had around you, causing you to begin panicking. Almost by instinct, you suddenly ducked your head down just in time for San to throw a fist straight into the side of the drunken man’s jaw, sending him into a nearby table. The men sitting around the table didn’t seem to care, simply lifting the dizzy cowboy off of their spread poker chips, encouraging him to fight back.

You moved out of the way of the two men, leaning against the bar, your chest rising and falling at a fast pace, watching San’s actions with bated breath.

“What the fuck is your problem?” the man growled, grabbing San by the collar, his hot breath making San’s face contort in disgust.

“No means no, you piece of human–” San reeled his arm back and sent his fist straight into the man’s gut. “Garbage.” The man hunched over and let out an airy groan, holding his stomach.

San rubbed his fist and walked back over to you, grabbing a hold of your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You shook your head, about to thank him, when the man suddenly lunged forward and grabbed San by the back of his neck, slamming his face into the jagged wood surface of the bar. San groaned, his body going a bit lax from the sudden painful impact, a stream of blood pouring from his nose.

“San…!” you cried, looking back and forth between the two men, your mind racing.

“Com’ere, whore,” the cowboy grunted, reaching for your loose ponytail. Before the man could grab you and take you away, you extended your arm across the bar, picking up the bottle of liquor and swinging it into the man’s head, watching him fall to the floor with a loud thud. The other men in the room glanced over at the commotion for a moment, a few of them chuckling, but eventually carried on with their drinking and poker games.

Breathing heavily from the influx of adrenaline, you helped San up, clasping your hand around his cheek, looking up at him with wide, concerned eyes. “You’re bleeding!”

San shook his head, blowing a bit of raven hair out of his face, not too alarmed that a stream of blood trickled out of his nose, sliding down his neck and past the hem of his thin leather vest. “It’s alright, darlin'. It’s just a little blood.”

“Nonsense.” You picked up his jacket and placed San’s hat back on his head, then took his hand and led him across the room to the creaking staircase, your fingers squeezing his. “I’m going to clean you up, okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he nodded, unable to hide the smile forming on his bloodied face, allowing you to guide him up to your room.

Sitting on the wooden chair in the corner of your desolate room, San winced, his eyebrows drawing together once you used a rag to wash the dried blood off of his bruising nose, a few crimson droplets still falling from it past his lips and down his busted chin.

“I’m sorry…I’m trying to be gentle…” you murmured, lowering yourself down a bit more, trying to apply less pressure in order not to hurt him again. You were able to wipe the blood from his lips and chin away before standing up straight, your corset feeling somewhat tight around your waist and ribs.

“Here…” San patted his denim-clad thighs, giving you a warm smile, the appearance of his dimples sending your heart into overdrive. “Sit on my lap, sweetheart…so you don’t have to bend over like that.”

You almost choked on your spit, looking down at him with wide eyes, your fingers clasping around the blood-stained rag inside your hand. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he nodded adamantly, sniffling a bit.

You placed a foot on one side of him and spread your legs open, slowly lowering yourself onto his lap and settling your body down on his large thighs, able to feel how solid they were underneath you. “Is this okay?”

“Of course, sweet.” He lowered his hands, resting them gently on your hips, almost causing you to lose your ability to breathe.

You could feel San’s warmth radiating from his body, his fingers tensing around your delicate frame when you brought your hand up to his chiseled jaw to wipe the remaining blood off from it. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt? You’re still making a face…”

“It doesn’t hurt, darlin'…It’s just…that…” his voice trailed off, his flushed face in such close proximity to yours that you could feel his soft breaths hit the exposed skin of your collarbones.

“Just what?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, not sure why just being near the cowboy made you feel intoxicated, as though you had been drinking alongside him earlier.

“I haven’t been this close to someone in a very long time…” he started, his voice even lower than usual, his heart pounding away inside his chest. “And you’re just…so breathtaking. And...I can feel your…”

“My body? Against yours?” You tightened your thighs around his waist a bit, already starting to feel something pushing through the bottom of your dress and against your ass.

“Yeah…” San swallowed harshly, looking up at you with stars in his brown eyes, as though he were waiting for your permission to touch you, to feel you, to leave his mark on your body the best he could.

Wanting to tease him a little more, you found yourself undoing the first few buttons of his vest, hearing him take in a small breath, your eyes focusing on the broadness of his chest, his melanin skin stained with a few splotches of crimson liquid. “Want me to clean this up too?”

“Uh-huh…” San bit his bruised bottom lip, feeling it sting underneath the pressure of his teeth, goosebumps forming on his forearms once you began rubbing the thin rag in circles near his breastbone, the pads of your fingers just barely drifting over his pecs. “Y/N…”

“What is it, San?”

He slumped down a bit against the wooden chair behind him, your fingers slowly unbuttoning his form-fitting vest the rest of the way, biting back a moan when you tugged it away from his body and ran a hand down his abdomen. “I like how that feels, but…”

“But, what?” You tilted your head to the side, unable to take your eyes off of the defined ridges of his abs, your fingers tracing every line and edge. “You want to touch me too? Is that it?”

San nodded his head, reaching up for his hat and taking it off, letting it drop to the wood floor beneath him. “Very much so…”

The bloodied cloth eventually slipped from your fingers, giving you the opportunity to hold his injured face in your hands as delicately as possible, your lips a few centimeters away from his. “Then touch me…”

San wasn’t lying about going without the touch of another person for so long. Once he was given the opportunity, he couldn’t hold himself back, his hands reaching around you to pull at the strings of your corset at lightning speed, all while he sucked and lapped at your neck just above your collarbone.

“Ahh, San…” you moaned, shivering from the sensation, that particular area of your neck always proving to be quite sensitive, wondering internally how he knew to target it right away.

“Feels good, Darlin'?” he asked against your skin, dragging his tongue up your warm skin until he got to your earlobe, biting and tugging at it, all while he continued to undo your corset like it was second nature.

You moaned at that as well, almost embarrassed that he was able to rile you up so easily, knowing your arousal was growing in volume underneath you. “Very…”

“Good. I want you to feel as good as possible for me.” With one last pull of the string, your corset released from your body and fell to the floor, his hands now focusing on the buttons of your dress, unbuttoning them in a downwards motion until he got too distracted by your thighs, his eyes focused on how your skirt had rode up to expose more of your soft skin. “Put your arms around my neck'.”

You did as he said, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing your lips to his cheek, giving it a gentle kiss. “And now?”

“Just relax and look at me,” he sighed out in a deep, throaty voice, his hand sliding up underneath the skirt of your dress, going past your soaked panties to rub his calloused fingers up and down your pussylips.

With your half-closed eyes still focused on the man below you, you emitted a soft, “S-San, please…” You didn’t even know what you were asking for specifically, but the man seemed to read your mind.

“Want them inside?” Once you nodded, he slid his large digits inside your pussy up to his knuckles with ease, pumping them in and out at a steady speed. “Shit, you’re so tight for me, sweetheart.”

It almost felt too good for you to handle, your thighs squeezing around his slender waist out of desperation, your fingertips digging into his broad, scarred back. “Faster…” you requested breathlessly against his ear, dragging your lips along it in the process.

San shivered slightly, but remained focused, speeding up the movements of his hand, the muscles in his forearm tightening. “Whatever you want…Whatever you need, I want to give you, Darlin'.” He brought his lips back to your neck to leave more marks and licks, his saliva slowly dripping down the valley of your breasts.

It didn’t take very long for your cunt to begin tightening up around him. San was simply offering you too much stimulation at once, including the way his cock pulsed frequently underneath you, turned on that he was ignoring it for such a long time in order to pleasure you.

“Kiss…” you barely got out, almost too desperate to form a proper sentence, the cowboy pulling away from your bruising neck to look up at you. “I want to…kiss you…”

San didn’t waste another second, his plump lips colliding with yours, giving you a few delicate kisses before they became too intense, your tongues eventually joining in the middle. His fingers curled up inside you, hitting the right spot at the right time too many times in a row, causing your entire body to jolt, your back arching.

“San…!” you cried out, the intense heaviness and warmth that was spreading rapidly throughout your lower half almost bringing you to tears. “I can’t…aaah…it’s too much…”

“It’s okay…Cum for me, Y/N…” he whispered against your lips, giving you another long kiss, your body shuddering above him, a strained, drawn-out moan coming from your throat. “That’s it…That’s it, my love…”

“San! San, please, I’m–” Warm, clear liquid squirted out of you, coating his fingers and pooling inside the palm of his hand, eventually trickling down his forearm. In a clouded daze, you simply gasped for air, gazing down into San’s sparkling eyes, tears forming in the corners of your own.

“You look so beautiful like this…so, so beautiful…” San unbuttoned the rest of your dress and pulled it off of you, running his cum-covered fingers up the sides of your hips, doing his best to touch and feel every inch of your exposed body. “Can I take you to bed?”

“Please do,” you answered in a soft voice, tightening your grip around his neck and waist when San lifted you up from the chair and slowly carried you over to your bed, giving you a few more kisses along the way.

The bed creaked consistently underneath the both of you, the old springs squeaking and whining, though it could hardly be heard over the gasps and heavy bouts of moaning you two were producing. The man had you in missionary, his body completely flush against yours, your legs hooked tightly around him with your ankles crossed, keeping him in place.

Though you couldn’t see San’s appearance clearly in the dark room, the light of the moon shone through the old stained window allowed you to make out some of his flushed features, the small melting candle sitting on your bedside table offering assistance from its flickering flame as well. He was looking at you with love in his eyes, a few beads of sweat falling along his temples, his raven hair glued to his forehead with sweat, his nose and chin sporting a light purplish hue.

“We’ve been here before, haven’t we, Y/N?” San suddenly asked in a breathy tone, the overwhelming sensation of familiarity taking over him so intensely that he already knew that you would agree.

You nodded your head, almost too overwhelmed with pleasure to respond properly, a few tears sliding down your warm cheeks. “I…think…so…”

“In another life, perhaps we did…” Once he wiped your tears away, San pulled his silver ring off and slid it onto one of your fingers, neither of you saying anything, but simply knowing that it felt right. You met in the middle for a prolonged, passionate kiss, your fingers slipping into each other’s damp hair.

Once you both pulled away to catch your breath, you lowered your hands down onto the mattress near either side of your head, allowing San to interlock his fingers with yours, squeezing them just enough to show you how much he wanted to love you, and not just fuck you like every other man you had spent the night with in your clouded past.

Even though you both eventually reached your peak and were overcome with mind-melting pleasure, neither of you wanted to stop. “Again?” you found yourself asking breathlessly, only for San to lie down and pull you onto his lap, watching you lower yourself down on his length and slip back inside you with ease.

“Again…” he sighed out, blowing a few soaked bangs out of his line of sight, running his hands up your sweat-covered body, admiring the way you rode his cock as eagerly as you could, as though there were a time limit.

You both reveled in the pleasure that you shared, coming together and unraveling at the seams over and over, repeating the word ‘again’ to each other until your voices were hoarse, only stopping when you simply didn’t have any energy to exert.

By the time you woke up, it was way past morning. You turned your tired body over and opened your eyes, your vision slowly focusing on San who was lingering near the window, sipping some coffee out of a tin mug he had gotten downstairs. “How come you didn’t wake me, cowboy?” you asked playfully, not expecting for the man to look at you with such soft, sad eyes.

He didn’t answer your question, instead asking you one that worried you. “Do you think you’ll forget me?”

“How could I forget you? I feel like I’ve already known you for a lifetime…” you replied honestly, rolling his ring around your finger.

He sighed, looking down into the dark liquid sloshing around in his cup. “I feel the same way, Darlin'…but…”

“But, what?”

“I have to go. I can’t stay in one place for too long. I belong on the road.”

You bit your lip, glancing over at the melted candle sitting on your nightstand. “Okay…I’m not going to beg you to stay.”

San finished his coffee, still trying to stay as long as he could, the guilt he felt eating away at him, forcing him to walk over to the bed where you sat eyeing yourself in the mirror and putting your corset back on.

“Maybe we’ll…meet again…” he murmured, reaching down to twirl a few strands of your loose curls, finding it difficult to witness how sad your reflection was.

You nodded your head, lacing your corset tighter than you usually did, not even noticing from how tight your chest already felt. “I’ll be here…if you want to see me.”

San leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, whispering against your soft hair. “Hold on to the ring for me, Miss Y/N.”

Once you both said your goodbyes, San was gone, leaving you alone in your room. You got up and walked over to the window, pressing your hand onto the cold glass, watching him walk over to the stables where his horse was resting. Your gaze shifted to the ring he gave you, visions of last night’s events flooding your mind, forcing you to remember the intense emotions that gripped your very soul when he loved you for hours and hours, as well as the melancholic nostalgia that didn't seem to leave your thoughts, no matter how hard you tried to shake it off.

Before you really knew what you were doing, you had gripped the heavy folds of your dress, running down the creaking stairs of the bar and rushing past the usual patrons, ignoring your boss when he yelled, “Where do you think you’re going? Hey, I’m talking to you!”

San was getting ready to climb onto his horse, but turned around when he listened to your hurried footsteps. “Y/N…” he whispered, holding his arms out, watching you run at him full speed.

“Don’t go without me, San!” you cried, throwing yourself into his arms, huffing and puffing, gripping his back as tightly as you could. “Please, take me with you…”

San clutched the back of your head to his chest, his thumping heartbeat resounding inside your ear, his bruised lips forming a sincere smile. “I can’t say no to you, sweetheart…”

Suddenly, you both heard a loud booming sound in the sky above you, and a blinding light overtook your vision. “What’s happening…?” you questioned, looking behind you, then back up at San with wide, frightened eyes. “This…this feels so familiar, but…I can’t…”

San let out a small shushing sound, bringing your head back into his chest, holding you as close as he could, trying to ignore the low rumbling underneath your feet, the booming in the sky growing louder, the light growing so bright neither of you could see anything, except for white. And then…there was silence. There was nothing. No bar. No town. No San. No you.

You stood behind the bar, facing the rows and rows of liquor, trying to rearrange them in the way your boss demanded you to, your ring scraping across one of the bottles, causing you to look at it for a moment. It meant the world to you, but you couldn’t quite remember why or where you even got it.

“Good to see you again, Miss Y/N,” you heard in a deeply familiar voice, causing you to let out a gasp, your eyes widening.

Your fingers went lax around the bottle you were grabbing from the display case, causing it to drop to the floor with a loud thud. Due to the glass being thick and reinforced, you were able to pick it back up, quickly spinning around to see San already sitting in the same seat he always seemed to choose.

“San…?” you found yourself questioning, as though you already knew the stranger sitting in front of you. He was so familiar to you, his memories, his thoughts, his feelings. You knew them all, felt them all so strongly as though they belonged to you, despite never seeing him before.

“Yes, Ma’am. The one and only.” He gingerly slid his hand over yours when you rested it down on the table, his fingers running over the ring he gave you once inside a foggy, forgotten memory.

You leaned in, resting the bottle down so that you could slide your other hand over his, a warm smile on your face. “A glass of whiskey?”

San returned the smile, his eyes resembling crescent moons from how joyful he was, refusing to let go of your hand. “You read my mind, Darlin'.”

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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@keyanhypothetical-deactivated20 Could I get something about how some of the ladies (Alice, Rose, Esme, Leah, maybe the Denalis and Victoria if you're comfortable with that) would react to a big butch werewolf imprinting on them?</p>

Hell yeah! I’m limiting requests outside of RE8 to four characters per ask, so I’m going to do Rosalie, Alice, Esme and Leah for this one. Y/N is gender neutral but will be on the masculine side so feel free to hc them however you want! Also, fuck Stephanie Meyer. Let’s get into it!

Alice:

The pint-sized pixie couldn’t see you in her visions.

You were traveling near the forests of Forks and caught her scent.

You followed the delicious smell until you found the adorable little vampire.

You stood stock still as you imprinted on her. You didn’t even know her name and she was now the center of your universe.

Alice was in shock when you went up to greet her. You were much taller than her, and she found you to be quite good-looking.

You held out your hand to her and she took it immediately. Your hand was so much larger than hers.

Her skin was so soft as you rubbed your thumb against her hand.

She loved the rough feeling of your calloused fingers.

“Hi… I’m Y/N.” You said in a husky voice.

Alice shivered in delight. “My name is Alice.” She beamed. “I think we’re going to get along quite nicely!” She grinned and poked your muscled shoulder playfully.

You laughed at her cheerful personality. She was everything you ever wanted.

Her voice was so melodic. You could listen to it all day.

You smiled back and slowly moved in to hold her. You gently leaned down and kissed her which she eagerly reciprocated.

You two are bonded forever now which makes you the happiest wolf in the world.

Rosalie:

Rosalie was in school when she saw you enter her English class.

You were definitely her type. She was immediately drawn to your rugged good looks.

She knew you were not human by your scent… Rosalie loved your fresh and invigorating smell, but she would not admit this until later.

You decided to sit down without looking at your desk partner. As you placed your bag on the ground and turned around to introduce yourself, you felt your breath catch in your throat.

All you could see was the beautiful blonde vampire next to you as you imprinted.

“What did you just do?” She asked you, uncharacteristically flustered. She felt complete somehow by your presence.

“I t-think I just imprinted on you.” You said with awe.

Rosalie then dragged you out of the classroom which made the teacher question you both. Rosalie shot him a piercing glare and he blanched and let you leave.

Rosalie was pissed. She told you she was not going to fall in love with a mangy werewolf.

She wouldn’t talk to you at first, but she did let you stay outside near the tree line of the Cullen house because it pained the two of you to be apart. Her mating bond with you annoyed her endlessly.

Eventually, she came around and brought food to you as you waited outside. She was an excellent cook.

As you two talked, she realized that you were what she has been looking for all of her undead life. You two are so in love now.

Esme:

Esme was doing her usual shopping at Newton’s. She kindly smiled at everyone she passed by.

Esme was a respected member of the Forks community and everyone loved her warmth and friendliness.

As she rounded the corner of one aisle, she spotted you.

You kind of stuck out like a sore thumb. You were very tall, easily over six-and-a-half feet, and your muscled body made everyone around you seem so small.

Esme had never felt such a strong attraction before. She placed a hand on a nearby shelf to steady herself.

You walked up to her after you felt yourself imprint when you looked at her. Your surprised eyes made Esme chuckle in spite of herself. Esme felt her mating bond form with you immediately as well.

“Well, my dear. It seems we will be seeing a lot more of each other. I’m Esme.” She smiled at you.

You chuckled nervously and scratched the back of your head. “I’m Y/N. I’ve been searching for you all of my life, it seems.” You took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it.

Esme would have blushed if she had been able to.

You two took your relationship slowly. She would invite you to dinner at her house (She didn’t eat, but she loved to cook for you).

You started going on romantic dates to the movies or to see a show up in Port Angeles.

You had never been happier and Esme’s need to shower someone with care and attention was finally satisfied.

Leah:

Leah was, unsurprisingly, heartbroken after Sam imprinted on Emily.

She closed herself off and only interacted with the pack out of obligation.

When Jake had gone on patrol around the reservation one day, he howled as a warning that there was an unknown shifter near the perimeter.

The pack hightailed it over to where Jake was to see what was going on.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know this land was claimed.” You said after you shifted back into your human form. Luckily, you were full-blooded werewolf and didn’t have to worry about your clothes shredding.

As you scanned all of the wolves in the pack, your eyes landed on the svelte form of Leah’s wolf.

Your eyes widened as you imprinted. Leah felt it as soon as she laid eyes on you.

The pack was shocked. They could feel your bond through Leah’s mind link.

Sam felt a huge sense of relief. He was so guilty about leaving Leah for Emily.

He surprised everyone by offering to let you join the pack so you and Leah could get to know each other.

You nodded distractedly in agreement, not taking your eyes off of Leah. You’d do anything to be with her.

The pack left to give the two of you some privacy. Leah hid behind a bush, which confused you, before she shifted back to her human form.

“Sorry we have to meet like this.” Leah stuck her head up and laughed as she called out to you. You realized that she was completely naked! You blushed and turned around.

The glimpse you caught of her face was gorgeous. You could stare at it all day and find new things to admire about it.

“I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” You asked.

“I’m Leah.” She shocked you, and herself, by walking right in front of your line of vision, still in the nude.

“I guess we’re not strangers now.” She purred and pulled your face down to her height for a kiss.

You two are very intimate and share just as much of a physical bond as an emotional one.

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Carlos Sainz x Celebrity OC Mer&Der trope… Part 2.

Jenna Ashley, a well known actress and model has been hired for the 2021 Grands Prix a reporter. It’s her first day on the job tomorrow and heads to the bar to shake the nerves she feels, what she doesn’t expect is to bump into a handsome, Spanish F1 driver in the exact same bar. Also IK F1 drivers can’t drink the night before a race but this is a fanfic let’s just go with it for the flow. Just a pre warning, this contains smut, mentions of drinking and swearing, so 18+. This is a flashback to what Jenna remembers from the night before interviewing Carlos on the grid. Kinda like a prequel to part 1 you could say?

“I’m going to the bar, do you want anything?” I asked my new friends from Sky. It was my second night partying, last night I had the pleasure of meeting many drivers, tonight, I had been out for a meal which turned into food with drinks, and then afters at a bar, and now back to the hotel bar.

“I’m okay, thank you.” Anise responded, “I’m gonna go to the toilet, can you meet me back outside once you’ve got your drinks?”

“Of course.” I pressured, stumbling towards the bar, thirsty for another glass of wine. I’d been alternating between that and vodka cranberries all afternoon. It was safe to say my head would dislike me tomorrow morning, but that was a concern actually for tomorrow, not now. So I happily ordered myself another glass of rose. “Small, medium or, large?” The bartender asked, smiling. “Uhhhh…” “Large.” I heard a male speak from besides me. My head snapped to my left to see the most beautiful man in my whole life. I swear my jaw was on the floor, “uh-“ I glanced back to the woman behind the bar. “Yeah, large please.” I giggled, turning back to the dark haired man. He was giving me the eyes, I could tell, impressed by my choice. The buzz from the alcohol gave me a drunken confidence like no other, and I eyed up the man again, noticing the pint of beer in his glass.

“Good choice.” He commented, accent thick with what I assumed was Southern or Eastern European. I never was good at guessing. “What’re you drinking?” I asked, resting my chin on the back of my hand. My eyes lingered over his face, and down to his tanned hand gripping the glass.

“Mahou.” He responded, swallowing as his jaw tensed, I watched him take a swig, the muscles around his face and mouth tense. After, his tongue tan over the plump of his lips, the sensation going straight down to my lower stomach as it fluttered with excitement.

“Mahou? I’ve never heard of that, I’m not really good with beers.” I shrugged seeing him smile back to me. “I usually just go for wine.” “Rosé?” He drawled out in his sexy accent. “Mmmh.” I flirted as he smiled, running his tongue over the top of his teeth. “Thank you.” I nodded towards the woman who handed me over the large glass of wine. They definitely weren’t messing around here. When I went to take my Apple Pay out, the man besides me placed a hand on mine, holding out his card. “Oh no! Are you sure? You don’t have to!” I was quick to quirk my brows up, watching him tap his card against the machine as he shrugged it off like it was nothing. “Thank you… I appreciate it. What’s your name?”

“Carlos.” He held out a hand as I took it within my much smaller one. He eyed up the size difference the same time I did. Carlos? Carlos… sigh what a sexy name. As I glanced over him one more time it clicked who he actually was. “Ah, Carlos Sainz?” I casually asked, our hands slowly sliding apart. “Jenna Ashley.” He nodded back to me as I giggled, charmed at the fact he knew who I was. “Wha- aren’t you racing tomorrow?!” I frowned as he pulled out a stool for me to sit on besides him. I climbed up, intrigued by the driver currently sat besides me. “Yeah… I shouldn’t be here.”

“Who are you with?” I blinked a couple of times. “A few of my buddies, ah, I was only going to stay to finish this.” He gestures to his almost empty pint. He had a drunken haze in his eyes, giving them almost a glassy expression as I scanned over them. “One more wouldn’t hurt.” I teased as he laughed, dropping his head. “Maybe just one more. It is only… 11.” He shrugged as I giggled, watching him order another pint. “I’ll pay.” I beat him to the card machine, tapping my phone quickly. His jaw dropped momentarily, tutting playfully. “No, no!” “It’s fine.” I shrugged it off as he sighed. “Now I just have to buy you another one…” his knee nudged my own as I giggled, “are you trying to get me even drunker?” “I thought that was what you were doing to me.” His accent was thick, yet he spoke English so well. “Maybe.” I teased, taking another sip of the wine that was going down maybe a little too easily. “Jenna!” A voice called out and I turned over my shoulder to see Anise stood, glancing between Carlos and I with a wide smirk on her face. She looked breathless with excitement. “Oh… sorry, text me when you’re back at your room, yeah? I’ll just be over there.” She was painfully eyeing us up, hinting to something going on between Carlos and I. I had only just met the man.

“Yeah, you too.” I called out after her and she skipped over giddily, probably to spread the news of what she’d just seen. I was too drunk to care, turning back and drinking from my glass once again.

“We work together, it’s our first day tomorrow for sky. I’m kinda nervous.” I giggled shyly. “You are nervous? Suppose we are here for the same reasons then.” Carlos smirked, gulping down his beer maybe a little too quickly.

“Nervous for driving?” “I always am.” He nodded, lifting his shoulders slightly. “I’m sure you’ll do good. You’re where you are for a reason.” I nodded as he smiled to himself. Oh god, I knew I was drunk when I was slurring out motivational words to people who most likely didn’t care. “Thanks.” He spun his drink around on the table slightly. “We will see.” He sighed before taking another swig of his drink. I began to play a dangerous game of catch up, and as we continued talking we were slowly but surely going through more and more drinks. “Where are you staying?” Carlos’s legs were now pushed, once between mine, one on the outside as they became entangled in some flirtatious manner. “Here, I’m on the 7th floor. How about you?”

“4th floor.” He scrunched his nose, resting his head on his hand as he practically gazed up to me with those eyes that I just found myself melting into. “I bet I have a better view than you.” I teased. “Prove it.” There was the comment I’d been waiting for the past hour we’d been here.

“Okay.” I smiled as he pursed his lips, attempting to mask the smile that spread across his cheeks. “Ok.” He nodded, scraping his chair back as I followed suit, sneaking off out of the hotel bar to the lift. He stood besides me, shoulder brushing against mine as I poked my tongue to the inside of my cheek. He was so close to me now, all I’d have to do was turn…

I tilted my head up, eyeing him up and down as he softly smiled, closing the gap between us and reaching down to kiss my lips ever so tenderly. His hand hooked over my cheek, caressing softly as I immediately melted into the kiss, smoothing my hands over his white polo shirt. Despite being much taller than me, and evidently stronger (with the protruding muscles he had) his touch was light and careful, he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries, and despite the drunk swaying between us both, the kiss remained light.

The slowing of the lift broke us apart as I slipped my hand easily into his larger one, leading him through the hotel hallway and down to my room where I fumbled with my key card from the anticipation of having the hottest man ever behind me. He was seriously the best looking man I’d ever seen, and that wasn’t even an exaggeration, I fancied the living fuck out of him. So as soon as that hotel room door closed, the taller man stepped closer to me, ducking his head and attaching our lips together once again. This kiss was deeper, hungrier, his hands settled on my hips whilst mine ran over the back of his neck and through his thick, dark hair. I raised up on my tip toes slightly, feeling his arm curl around my waist and tug me directly into his crotch. Oh my god. My hand ran over his cheek, and followed down his chest to his lower abdomen. Carlos let out a quiet hum as my fingers danced over the top of his waistline. Beginning to guide me backwards, Carlos stumbled, knocking us both down onto the bed as I broke apart from the kiss with a slight gasp. “Sorry! I am sorry, are you ok?” He worried, pushing his arms up besides me as I glanced over the position. “I’m fine.” I giggled, a little lost for breath as he smiled, chuckling at his drunken antics before dipping down and kissing me once again. He seemed almost shy, a little nervous, even though we were both steaming from all the booze we’d consumed. I trailed my hands down his back and then up his shirt, feeling the bare, smooth skin, the muscles that were tense from holding me up. Tugging on his shirt, he pulled it off, gulping as he tossed it to the side, moving his hands over the spaghetti straps of my pastel, green summer dress. His hands were light as they smoothed the dress off me, revealing my breasts as he eased down the material, bunching it up below my chest. Carlos was evidently hard now, clenching his jaw as he moved his kisses down onto my chest. Light breaths of satisfaction escapes my mouth, the alcohol buzzing through me making everything feel 10x better. “You are so beautiful.” He commented causing a smile to grow on my face. Who was this guy?! A literal god?! With a kiss to my ribcage, I let out a soft gasp, bucking my hips as he peeled the rest of the material off my body, leaving me in only my small, pink underwear. I giggled, seeing him kneel between my legs on the side of the bed as he left a trail of wet kisses and the glide of his tongue down my abdomen. One hand, hooked under my legs and before I knew it the guy was kissing my clothed pussy, moving the lace off my lips without breaking eye contact once.

Oh, did he know how to treat a girl. It felt like he was worshipping my pussy licking and sucking, kissing and humming against my wetness as my legs spread wider for the man. “Can I?” He asked before moving a finger to my entrance. “Uh huh.” I nodded, panting from the amazing amount of pleasure he gave me. 1. He was the best looking person I’d EVER seen. 2. No man I’d met on the first night had worshipped me so much. 3. oh my god he was going to make me-

“I-I’m gonna cum.” I gasped, eyes wide as I focused on the roof, hearing him grunt against my pussy that throbbed for him at every move. My fingers tightened in his hair, voice cracking as I felt him continuously hit his finger against that one spot inside of me. Within minutes, my lower stomach knotted and I came with a breathy moan, body arching as I writhed in an intense pleasure, humming out in content when I’d hit my peak.

“Oh my god.” I almost choked out, pushing myself back up as he smiled, removing his fingers slowly as he crawled between my legs. His hair was a dishevelled mess, somehow making him even more attractive. His lips were plump and covered in my wetness as he licked them clean. “That was okay?” He asked as I almost gasped out. “It was so good, I’ve never finished from that before.” I was practically yanking him on top of me again.

When Carlos kissed me, I grimaced at the slight wetness that coated his stubble. “Sorry.” He laughed a little, wiping at his face. “Not your fault.” I giggled, hands moving to the front of his jeans.

“Your fault.” He smiled, glancing down to see me unzipping his trousers. “Do you want this?” He asked. “Yeah… do you?” I nodded as he was quick to copy my gesture. “I do.” He muttered, letting out an internal sigh whilst kissing me. Now, his tongue lapped over my own, slowly, but it was deep, sensual, it made me want even more of him.

“Carlos.” I whispered, hand dipping into his underwear and wrapping around his hard cock. He felt big- I knew he would be. Carlos moaned in response, breathing out into my neck as he shimmied his jeans at least half way down before falling between my legs. “I-I dont have a- what’s it called- a condón.” He muttered and somehow I found his accent even sexier.

“Condom? I- I’m on the pill, or… we don’t have to.” I was way past the point of using a condom. Carlos moaned, kissing me again as he lubricated his hand with his spit before pumping himself, once, twice, before nestling between my lips and slowly pushing himself in. The alcohol meant I felt 0 burn, only a pressure that added to the intense pleasure I was beginning to feel.

Carlos was undeniably louder than I ever imagined. He wasn’t screaming in my ear or anything, but his heavy breathing mixed in with manly grunts had me wanting to beg for more. My hand landed on his ass, then his back, gripping at his skin as he thrusted into me, head hiding in my neck as I spread my legs wider.

“Oh my god.” He muttered in response as I whined, gripping hold of his bag. “You feel so good.” He cooed in his sexy accent, pushing himself up as his eyes roamed over my face and body. He squeezed at my tits, nipping at my nipples, sucking, licking, groaning into them. Fuck! Soon enough I was on all fours, becoming much more vocal now as he thrusted into me, desperate fingers gripping into my hips as he tugged me back into him. I yelped with each time he’d fuck into me, reaching back for something to hold onto. Carlos reacted by wrapping his arm over my body, forehead dropping on my back and leaving several kisses there.

“Carlos!” I gasped, my shaky arms collapsing as he continued to fuck deep inside me, hands pushing my back into the bed as I gripped at the sheets. His cock was working deep inside of me, it was giving me an insatiable hunger for him that I couldn’t control. When his breathing got shakier and heavier, I followed suit, allowing him to flip us over so he was between my legs again. The bed was squeaking with each movement, the headboard banging as we carelessly fucked like there was nobody else in this entire building. “Are you going to to cum?” I asked, borderline whining as one of his hands rubbed at my pussy, the other jerking himself off at a pace just as fast as he fucked me with. “I am going to cum.” He maintained eye contact, his heavy eyelids drooping as his jaw hung slack, beautiful moans and groans of pleasure leaving his mouth. “Mmm, cum on me, please, Carlos.” I writhed my hips as he choked out a groan, jerking even harder, moving his hand to grip my thigh, breath held before he seemed to finally burst. Cum spurted out of his tip, leaving trails of his cum over my belly and chest, simultaneous, he let out a loud groan, one that sent me to heaven and back as I gazed up to him in a drunken haze. “Fuck.” He cursed, loosening his grip on my flesh with a rub of his hand. His body fell forwards, leaving a lingering kiss on my lips. One I didn’t expect. “Are you okay?” He then asked as I smiled, giving him a nod as he offered me a smile back, pushing himself up again.

The man cleaned me up, wiping my clean so I could swiftly move to the bathroom. When I returned he was pulling his underwear back on, a slight disappointment filled me as I searched for a fresh pair of my own, sliding back into the bed after. I was still panting slightly, as was he, he dropped onto the bed with a quick breath and a relief washed over me when he’d reached his arm out for a cuddle.

A cuddle?! This man was cuddling me after meeting and sleeping with me one time?! My drunken mind couldn’t quite comprehend it as I snuggled up to his warm, muscly chest. His pecs were rock hard. Just like his large manhood was. The thought made me blush.

Before I knew it I was passed out in a drunken haze, content with the basic stranger who’d given me the time of my life…

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