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dreaming-medium · 7 months

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Stray Kids Kinktober Day 2

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Titfucking - Hyunjin

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Summary: Hyunjin was always staring— he wasn’t as conspicuous as he originally thought. It’s time to take matters into your own hands.

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It was about six months into your relationship when you clocked Hyunjin’s slight obsession with your chest.

Well, slight is putting it gently.

In the beginning you chocked it up to him just being a man with wandering eyes and a libido to challenge that of a Roman emperor. After all, it’s not uncommon for one to stare, especially when you wear a lower collared shirt.

Then, the first time the two of you went to the club together as a couple, he could not keep his hands to himself the entire time. Even surrounded by all of your friends, when he danced behind you, his thumb would ‘accidentally’ brush the underside of your tits.

Most mornings when one of you stays over at the other’s apartment, you’ll wake up with his arms around you. His hips will be pressed against your ass and one hand up your shirt, cupping your naked breast.

His morning wood would harden the more he woke up and he would continuously fondle you even more until he eventually straddles you and fucks you like your life depends on it.

You catch Hyunjin staring all the time.

It doesn’t bother you, no, not in the slightest. In fact, quite the opposite. You absolutely love the extra attention he gives your chest.

As someone who’s had extreme sensitivity there for your entire life, it feels like you’ve hit the jackpot. Well, both of you did.

If the two of you are spooning on the couch watching a movie, all it takes is one lithe hand slithering underneath your shirt and you’re suddenly the horniest you’ve ever been.

And the bastard knows it, too. It’s a win-win situation for the both of you. Especially when you get to be on top. You get to ride Hwang Hyunjin and he gets to watch your tits bounce before his very eyes like a private show.

Still, even after all this time, he will not admit to your face how much he gets off thinking about your tits and your tits alone.

But, that was all going to change tonight if everything was going to follow your plan.

With a new comeback just a month away, the poor thing has been stressed out of his mind. Every morning, Hyunjin wakes up before you and goes to bed after you.

Lately, you’ve taken to sleeping and basically living out of his apartment just so he can hold you at night.

There’s a few texts throughout the day; he’ll send you selfies of his stage outfits, videos of choreography, voice notes of random stories about the boys. But you’d be lying if you said your thoughts were less than pure when consuming whatever he gives you.

In one video, he was showing you the new choreo to a song and the only thing you were able to focus on was the movement of his hips. How is he able to do that so fluidly?

That was your final straw.

It was Friday night, he didn’t have to be at the studio until early afternoon tomorrow. And you planned on using that to your advantage.

Hyunjin was going to walk through that door any minute now, and he had no idea what’s waiting for him.

It’s close to midnight when the apartment door opens.

“Hyunjin!” You call out from the bedroom, “Is that you?”

“Yeah,” he calls back to you. He kicks his shoes off by the door and throws his keys into the bowl on the table. “You will not believe the day I had.”

“Oh, yeah?” you answer. “Would you mind helping me with something? You can tell me all about your day while you do so.”

You cannot help the sing-songy mischievous timbre to your voice. It seems to go right over his head since he continues talking.

“Minho drilled us on choreography all day,” he whines. “Some of the others didn’t get the foot work right away so we kept doing it over and over again.”

His voice gets louder the closer he walks to the bedroom.

“Towards the end of it I just wanted to—“

Hyunjin immediately stops talking, a gasp catching in his throat.

There you stood in front of the full length mirror in one of the skimpiest bikinis he’s ever seen in his entire life. The fabric barely covered your most intimate areas, straps wound around your entire body.

A metal heart sat right underneath the valley of your breasts.

Every thought Hyunjin has ever had in his entire life has flown out the window. Gone with the wind.

“Do you like it?” you ask innocently, not turning to look at him fully. You’re playing a game with him and he doesn’t even know it. “The girls and I have that weekend spa trip coming up and I wanted to get some new suits. I tied a knot in the back and I can’t get it undone.”

Hyunjin stands in the door, his mouth opening and closing over and over again.

“Hyunjinnie?” a barely contained smirk graces your lips and you turn to look at him. Batting your eyelashes innocently, you twist your body around for him to see everything.

“It’s—“ his voice is hoarse when it comes out, so he clears his throat. “It looks gorgeous on you, Y/N. But, ah… are you sure you want to wear that to the spa? What if you get tan lines, you don’t want that, right? All those… strappy tan lines.”

You giggle at his rambling.

“I was thinking the same thing, baby. But, I still need help getting it off.”

Hyunjin clenches his jaw and walks over to you, his feet padding on the carpeted floor.

Instead of turning around when he gets close to you, you wrap your arms around his neck. Like second nature, he rests his own around your waist.

His bare hands on your skin feel so warm and soft, you shudder at the touch.

Standing up on your tiptoes, you press your barely clothed chest against his. His grip on your waist tightens.

“I’m so sorry you had such a rough day, Jinnie,” you murmur to him. Hyunjin stares down at you, a pink blush slowly dusting his cheeks.

You lean forward and press an extremely gentle kiss to his soft lips. His hands spread out on the sides of your rib cage and hold you closer to him.

It’s just a peck of your lips against his, so when you pull back, he chases after you.

You don’t let him continue, you turn around in his grasp and lift your hair off your shoulders.

“Do you mind?” you say, looking back over your shoulder at him. His eyes narrow for a split second before he looks down at the knot in the back of the bathing suit.

You made sure to tie it on the looser side for this very purpose.

Dexterous fingers grab at the strap and he works quickly to try and unknot it. Within seconds the top loosens around your chest.

His fingers slide down the curve of your back gracefully, mapping each inch of skin. The featherlight touch has you shivering.

Hyunjin exhales shakily through his mouth and the hotness of his breath fans over your exposed skin.

Slowly, his fingers come around to grab your waist again. But, you reach down and grab both of his wrists tightly. You pull at his wrists a bit so he steps closer to your body.

As soon as his front is flush with your back, you can feel just how much he loves the bathing suit you’re wearing.

Inch by inch, you bring his hands up your skin. Over your ribs and up to your chest.

Hyunjin gasps quietly behind you and you can practically feel his cock jump in his pants. Another shaky breath leaves his lips.

Immediately, his hands slid under the flimsy fabric that was loose and ready to come off. The softest groan comes out of the back of his throat as soon as he cups both of your tits.

After a few seconds, you release his wrists and reach your arms back to wrap around the back of his neck.

Your head tilts back to rest against his collarbone, whines quietly falling from your lips.

Hyunjin’s fingers pinch your perky, hard nipples and you roll your hips backwards into his painfully hard erection.

“Fuck.” he hisses and pinches even harder.

Dipping down to your neck, Hyunjin latches his mouth onto the soft skin and licks wherever he is able to reach.

“Jinnie,” you mewl, “been thinking about you all day.”

Hyunjin hums against your neck in response, leaving love bites down closer to your shoulder. His preoccupied hands bring you even closer to his chest.

He can’t get enough of you, his hands paw at your chest, pinching, pulling, and kneading the soft mounds. His head is in the louds, every thought is fuzzy. The only thing he knew was that he never wanted to stop touching your soft skin.

It’s a good thing that your bottoms are meant to absorb moisture.

Behind his head, your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, wrapping around the strands and pulling slightly.

You turn your head to whisper right in his ear. “I want you to play with me how you’ve always wanted to, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin practically whimpers in response, his hips buck forward and he sucks hard where his mouth was.

You cry out, pushing your ass against him.

“I know you want to, baby. Don’t think I don’t see the way you look at me. How much you like fucking me in the mirror so you can see my tits bounce with each thrust of your cock.”

Hyunjin moans against your skin again, it sounds like he’s almost in pain from how aroused he is.

Both of his hands grip as much of your breasts as he could hold before turning you around in his arms. His lips immediately dip down and capture yours in a heated, wet, hard kiss.

His eyebrows are furrowed together and his hands travel back up your body to fondle your tits even further. The feeling goes straight to your core and you clench your thighs together. Your cunt aching for attention.

But tonight was about him, not you. Plus, you know there’s no way you’re going to bed tonight without cumming, not if Hyunjin had anything to say about it.

While your tongues slide over each other, you reach down and make quick work unbuttoning his jeans.

You also “accidentally” palm over his cock a few times, each time he moans into your mouth and you swallow the noise greedily.

Hyunjin pulls back for a split second to rip his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the ground carelessly. The entire time his eyes don’t leave your chest, as soon as his shirt is off, his hands are back on your breasts.

He can’t stop staring at how they look in his hands.

A long, heavy breath leaves his lungs when you push his pants and boxers down.

His cock springs free and he hisses at the cold air.

You get up on your tiptoes and pull his swollen bottom lip between your teeth. “Go lay on the bed, baby.”

His eyes are glazed over with pure lust. Hyunjin nods dumbly over and over and practically sprints to the bed, sitting down on the edge.

One of his hands absentmindedly pulls at his dick, his eyes stay zeroed in on your chest. The fabric of the bathing suit is doing nothing to cover your breasts anymore.

“What do you think, baby boy. On or off?” You ask, pulling slightly at the strings of the top.

Hyunjin gulps, leaning back on his elbows while his bottom half hangs off the side of the bed.

“O… On.” He answers heavily, lips parting, chest rising and falling with deep intakes of air. Truly, he didn’t care, you could do whatever you want to him at this point and he would beg for more.

You wink in response and walk over to the bed, swaying your hips with each step. His eyes rake over your figure, his Adam’s Apple bobs with a gulp.

When you get to the bed, you sink down onto your knees, eye level with his cock which is completely rock hard and weeping precum at this point.

Keeping direct eye contact, you put your arms behind your back and lean forward, licking a fat stripe up the underside of his cock.

An absolutely feral, sinful moan reverberates off the walls. Hyunjin throws his head back in pleasure and one of his hands fists into your hair, pulling tightly.

You only smirk once you get to the tip. “Gotta get you nice and wet first.” You pull as much spit into your mouth as you can.

“Fuck, Y/N!” You see his cock jump at your words.

Your tongue swirls over his tip once before you take his entire dick in your mouth. Hyunjin’s hips buck into your mouth and he lets out a long, deep moan.

It’s the wettest blowjob you’ve ever given. Spit is leaking out of your mouth and onto his pelvis and then dripping onto the sheets. But you need him soaking wet for what you want to do.

Saliva drips down your neck and onto your chest.

Hyunjin’s eyes follow each drop and when his eyes flicker to yours, you wink. His hand tightens in your hair and he whimpers.

“You’re gunna fucking kill me, Y/N.”

Whine after whine, whimper after whimper. It’s all music to your ears.

Just when he really starts to get vocal, you lift your mouth off his cock and he howls at the loss of your warm mouth pleasuring him.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea how good this is gunna feel.”

When Hyunjin opens his eyes again to look your way, you let your tongue drop out of your mouth. His lust-blown pupils follow the mouthful of spit and precum that leaks downwards; it drips down your neck and into the valley of your breasts.

The way his face twists in pleasure, you would think he was in physical pain. His ears and cheeks are bright red. His bottom lip pulls between his teeth to try and conceal the noises he’s making.

“Y/N-!” Everything about his demeanor screams desperate. He’s wriggling on the bed, hips moving uncontrollably. The hand that’s not in your hair is clenching the sheets so tight his knuckles are turning white.

From behind your back, you reach your hand up and spread everything over your chest, getting it nice and wet. During the process, you make sure to bring your other hand up and pinch and pull your nipples, putting on a show for Hyunjin.

“Please,” he’s borderline sobbing at this point. “Please, Y/N.”

“Yeah, Jinnie?” you tease and lean forward, spitting on his cock again, pumping him a few times. “You wanna fuck my tits, baby boy?”

“Fuck!” Hyunjin throws his head back with a broken wail.

“You wanna put that long cock between my wet tits? You wanna fuck them nice and slow?”

“Yes! Fucking please!” He squirms on the bed. “It’s all I want, Y/N! Please!”

Deciding to be nice, you finally grab your tits in two handfuls, wrapping them around his cock and pushing together.

Hyunjin’s eyes roll back in his head and his back arches off the sheets. More babbles leave his swollen lips.

Slowly, you move your tits up and down on his cock.

He’s going insane, he knows he is. He’s been balls deep in your soaking wet cunt before, he’s had you ride him two ways to Tuesday– but this? Fuck!

The skin on your chest is so soft and warm and it’s so fucking filthy.

With every pump, his dick leaks more and more.

“Jinnie,” you call out to him playfully.

He knows as soon as he looks down, he’s going to blow his load. But he cracks his eyes open anyway, his head lifting off the mattress to look you in the eye.

Right when he does, you stick your tongue out and lick the head of his cock as you pump downwards.

Every single one of his ab muscles clenches when he sees you, he cries out so loudly, his body curls inwards from the pleasure.

The more his cock leaks, the wetter it gets for both of you, and the easier it is to move up and down.

A long string of curses leave his lips as you pick up speed and squeeze your tits together even more.

Hyunjin’s hips begin to move in time with your pumps. Every wet dream he’s woken up from is finally coming true before his very eyes.

If the neighbors were sleeping, that was long over. Hyunjin has always been vocal in bed, but never like this.

Each lick is sending him closer and closer to the edge.

“So fucking good to me,” he blubbers, pulling at your hair and your sheets at the same time. His thighs begin to shake.

“Love this so much, baby. Love having your cock between my tits.”

He writhes around from your praise, “Close–! So close, Y/N!”

“Can’t wait for you to cum all over my skin, Jinnie. Might even let you take a picture, set it as your background.”

Picturing everything you’re saying does it for him. Hyunjin calls out your name loudly and his chin dips down to his chest. He yanks your hair in a vice grip.

Cum continuously shoots from his cock, and to put on a great show, you even stick your tongue out further.

To him, it feels like he’s cumming forever. Even after he’s completely empty, shots of pleasure shoot down his thighs every few seconds. It was definitely one of the fucking longest orgasms of his life.

Hyunjin’s mouth hangs open, he can’t seem to catch his breath. But that’s not at all what he’s paying attention to. He’s watching the cum dip from your tongue down onto your chest, the same way your spit had done minutes before.

His cock twitches and he winces from the overstimulation.

“Fuck, look at you.” he pants.

One of your hands moves and you use your finger to spread the cum all over your chest, over your hard nipples and eventually up to your mouth where you suck on the digit.

“So good for me, baby. How long until you can go again?”

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fangirl-dot-com · 5 months

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Daniel Ricciardo - Y/n.JPG

Second to last one of this series! I have been so bless to be able to write these and have enjoyed every minute of it. Now, this one might be shorter, but it’s because the title goes hand in hand with the content. Daniel and reader both bond over a shared love of photography and Danny helps her out before the Australian GP. Lots of feel good things and comfort here.

Some posts will be from future races and thing like that! It’s not so much spoilers for future chapters, but it might have a few key details (example – Lando’s first race win, Reader’s first race win [I already hinted at that in Reader-Lore], possible teammate swaps, other driver’s wins, soft launch? Hard launch?) – we will see hehehehe

I'm trying something new! Please let me know if y'all like this set up better for Instagram posts!

Anyway! Enjoy!

Like always: comments, questions, concerns, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated!

You looked down at the rectangular item. Max had gotten you this as a Christmas present, but he forgot one key detail. You didn’t know how to use it.

You had been carrying around the nice camera since Christmas, and rarely left anywhere without it. However, you knew nothing about how to take good pictures. You thought about leaving it in your apartment. That thought flew out the window once you found out how much Max had spent on the thing. A whopping 6 grand was apparently not a big deal as a Christmas present. Especially when Max had found out that you had never really celebrated the holiday properly.

So, you carefully took it with you wherever you went. Most of the time, it stayed in your bag, not being used.

What you didn’t realize was that a certain Aussie had accidentally taken your backpack, instead of his own.

Daniel was currently looking down in the black backpack. The contents showed that he had definitely had taken the wrong one from the Red Bull garage. Curse Max for hurrying him. He just saw the familiar logo and went with it.

He shrugged as he started to pull out different items, trying to find out whose backpack this was, so that he could return it. A few stuck out to him. Most were female products that he knew none of the drivers used. Well, maybe Lando would use Billie Eilish’s new perfume in travel size. But, one of the items at the bottom caught his eye.

He carefully lifted the familiar Lecia Q2 camera. It had been well protected by clothes that were strategically placed around it, as to deter things from bumping into it.

Maybe this bag was Lando’s.

A knock on his driver’s door took him out of his thought spiral of how he was supposed to approach Lando now knowing he used feminine perfume. There was definitely nothing wrong, but he knew how Lando got about situations that might be a bit embarrassing.

He placed the camera in the middle of his desk so that if it did get knocked over, it wouldn’t fall off. He opened the door and was met with the sight of you, holding his backpack.

“Hey kid,” he almost mumbled, still a bit in chock. Your face was flushed as you stared at the Aussie. It would have been better to take Lando or Oscar’s backpack, since you knew them a bit better. But no. You had to accidentally take Daniel Joseph Ricciardo’s backpack, the man who was everything to you growing up.

“Hi,” you scratched you neck, a movement that you often did when nervous. “I think this might be yours. I apologize for taking it.” You all but shoved the backpack into his arms. Daniel’s arms flailed, trying to catch the bag. You looked as if a loud noise would spook you.

Daniel shifted enough to show you your backpack that was lying on his chair. Your eyes lit up at the familiar bag. “I think we just got ours mixed up.”

You nodded and stepped inside to grab your bag. You almost left after that, but your backpack felt lighter that it had been that morning. You had failed to see the camera sitting on the desk. You looked back up at Daniel before looking into the backpack that was void of you beloved camera.

Tears welled quickly in your eyes. Daniel, who had been watching, was confused as to why you suddenly started to cry.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” he asked, accent thick with concern.

You unzipped the backpack a bit more to show him the empty bottom. “I think someone stole my camera. Max got it for me for Christmas, but I don’t know how to use it. I carry it everywhere and had it this morning, but now it’s gone and I don’t know what to do.”

You were now on the verge of a breakdown. Daniel almost wanted to coo, before realizing that he was the source of your troubles.

“Ah kid. It’s over on the table. I took it out to maybe see whose backpack it was. Thought it might have been Lando, but I don’t think he uses that kind of perfume.”

You let out a light laugh at the idea of Lando Norris secretly using a bottle of the stuff. You wouldn’t put it past him. You looked around at Danny to see him holding the camera. It looked almost natural to see it in his hands.

You sheepishly grinned, “I don’t know how to use it. So there aren’t any pictures on the SIM card.”

Daniel looked over the camera, almost weighing the object and the thoughts in his head. He looked at you, face flushed and cheeks wet with leftover tears. You really looked like a kid. No wonder Max felt as though he needed to watch out for you.

Daniel had spoken just a few words to you, but he’d do anything to make you smile.

He raised the camera in his hands. “I can help you if you’d like? I don’t have plans for the rest of the day!” He shot you a big smile, which helped your own grow.

You looked down shyly. “Only if you’re ok with it. I don’t have plans and Kelly is here so Max is a little occupied.”

Don’t get it wrong, you loved it when Kelly could make it to the races to support Max. It was definitely better than his scary, angry dad who showed up too many times and reminded you too much of your own father. You wanted to shiver at the thought.

Daniel let out a laugh, “Kid, I’m good to go! You wanna take my car? There’s a nice beach we can go to and practice.”

You liked that idea. “I can’t remember the last time I went to a beach.”

Daniel looked at you strangely. “But you live in Monaco? Basically an island.”

You nodded, “Yeah, but I’m busy. And Arthur is normally with Charles on his yacht. Max is on his simulator most of the time, and when he isn’t, he’s at Kelly’s. Lando works on his Quadrant stuff a lot. I know they like to joke that I have no friends, but I legit have no friends outside of this.”

Your hands gestured to the empty paddock where the two of you were walking. It was true. Friends would just let you down. You had enough family here.

You continued, “And I like being alone. I’ve done it most of my life and it’d be a bit weird to not be alone sometimes.” You shrugged.

Daniel was a bit silent before he spoke, “Well, everyone deserves to have good friends.” He smirked. “Good friends that take you to the beaches. So, I will be that friend for you.”

The two of you stopped in front of his car. You flashed him a grin that, again like everyone says, rivaled the sun.

You pulled yourself into the passenger seat of Danny’s car. He started it, and gave you full aux privileges. You took the opportunity to play some good country music. Daniel started to smile as the music played.

The ride quickly passed by: the beach wasn’t very far away to begin with.

The moment you stepped out of the car, the smell of salt water hit your nose. It was very therapeutic, along with the sounds of the waves. Daniel beckoned you to follow him down a path that had already been worn down by visitors. The sand stuck in between your toes, your feet feeling everything.

You stepped in Daniel’s footsteps as you walked behind him. The sand was flat and a tad wet when the two of you finally stopped. You also had failed to noticed that Daniel had grabbed a towel and was placing it down near the waves. He sat down and patted the spot next to him.

You gingerly squatted, trying not to fling sand everywhere. Once the two of you were settled, you just sat in silence, enjoying the noise from the wind and waves.

You carefully brought the camera in between your bodies.

You quietly spoke as to not interrupt the calming noises. “Can you help me take a picture of the ocean?”

Daniel nodded with a fond look on his face. He quickly showed you what buttons to use and how to aim the lens. Handing it back to you, he watched as you squinted one eye to look through the view finder. The minute click of the camera let him know that you managed to take a photo.

You handed the camera to him with a shy smile. Inwardly, you were looking for some type of praise from the man you admired throughout your childhood and teenage years.

Daniel was surprised at the photo. To put it simply, it was amazing: much better than he might have been able to take it.

“Well kid, you definitely have an eye for something like this. I mean, this picture is incredible.”

Although you were looking for it, you flushed under his kind words. “Can you take a couple as well? I was thinking about making a photography account along with my main one.” You looked down at the sand.

“Sure kid. Anything you want. You can join Lando and I’s JPG club if you want to,” he said half-mindedly, taking a couple of shots.

What he didn’t notice was a look of excitement and content on your face. Maybe, this friendship would work out amazingly.

You just continued to wonder to yourself.

How many couples am I getting in replacement of my family?

Christian and Gerri, Max and Kelly, Alex and Lily, Charles and Alex, now Daniel and Heidi?

You were set for life.

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March 25, 2024

let's go to the beach, beach

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liked by landonorris, arthur_leclerc, oscarpiastri, and 13,937 others

oscarpiastri you went to the beach, without ME?!

Y/n.jpg you weren't around, you snooze you lose

user1 BABE WAKE UP Y/N MADE A JPG ACCOUNT

y/n_updates yessss now we can see unposted photos of the grid

lando.jpg welcome to the club (I can teach you how to use the camera better than that muppet)

danielricciardo hey! this muppet is a fine teacher by the way y/n.jpg thanks lanno, but I think I got it from here :)

May 2, 2024

Logan didn't take me fishing, so I made a seashell crown instead!

liked by maxverstappen1, kellypiquet, and 15,836 others

kellypiquet P was wondering if you could make her one the next time we go to the beach when you and maxverstappen1 get home

y/n.jpg uh, of course! tell her I say hi and that I love her! maxverstappen1 can you make me one as well?

iamred_iamyellow so this is how I find out that max, Kelly, y/n, and p are legit a family family?

y/n.lover you are so behind

logansargeant I would have taken you fishing, but you said and I quote "does the bug spray come in any different smell?" NO IT DOESN'T

y/n.jpg calm down shawty, you're Americanness is showing arthur_leclerc he's not beating those American allegations smh logansargeant maybe it's because I AM AMERICAN!?

May 20, 2024

monaco has my heart and soul

tagged: charles_leclerc and arthur_leclerc

liked by alexalbon, arthur_leclerc, and 17,382 others

y/n_fan alright boo, I see what you did there

user2 what did she do? y/n_fan heart and soul = Charles and Arthur user3 maybe it's just that, hmmmm, she might live there? and her "adoptive family" also lives there? y/n_fan let me be delulu

maxverstappen1 w o w - love you too kid

charles_leclerc you can be first on the track, but the leclercs come first in everything else arthur_leclerc he did not mean that, sir

charles_leclerc je t'aime gosse also, maman wants to know when you're coming over for dinner again

y/n.jpg aw je t'aime charlie! tell her that I'll come over this weekend! landonorris can this invitation be open to other drivers as well?

July 1, 2024

I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this

liked by danielricciardo, landonorris, and 25,283 others

y/n_updates uh, EXCUSE ME?!

box_box_express I have predicted things before, but I never would have thought about this

user3 does maxverstappen1 know about this?

maxverstappen1 now I do

taylorswift aww love this! two tickets headed your way for you and they <3

y/n.jpg thank you! he says thank you as well!

change-ur-f_car alright, cast your votes in, who do we think it is?

emotional-support_rivals I think its Lando! they seemed super close during the Monaco GP maxiel-lover is it bad I want to say Daniel? lastlapLando uh the age gap is TOO unsettling, plus I don't think max would like that very much y/n-lover2 I personally think that that is Arthur champagne-without-the_cham I think the delulu is really hitting hard

July 7, 2024

this muppet got his first win! (and before me, such a misogynist)

tagged: landonorris

liked by arthur_leclerc, landonorris, carlossainz55, and 30,283 others

emotional-support_rivals this is really giving - hard launch? especially after the last post

landonorris EXCUSE ME? ACCUSING ME OF MISOGYNY?? UNDER A POST FOR ME? BY YOU?!

y/n.jpg yes landonorris very well

lnfournation that's our muppet!

y/n-fans could this be y/n l/n's boyfriend?

y/n.jpg as IF he could pull me - especially when he's looking like crash from ice age (lando NORIZZ) landonorris HEY

August 20, 2024

Amster-DAMN

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liked by redbullracing, oscarpiastri, and 22,901 others

user1 love to see max wearing something other than an RB polo

max_max_super kelly or y/n probs packed his suitcase y/n.jpg we did :D

landonorris pls bring me back a stroopwaffle

danielricciardo and me too oscarpiastri me three

y/n_updates her captions never fail

maxverstappen1 that is not my good angle

y/n.jpg didn't know Sid the Sloth had one?? maxverstappen1 I will leave you christianhorner please do not

redbullracing best duo is BACK

September 1, 2024

AHSDHDAOWEYREO MONZA YOU WERE GOOD TO ME

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y/n_updates and everybody liked that

landonorris she's still crying

y/n.jpg YOU CRIED TOO YOU CAN'T TALK

box_box_update our girl out there making history

suderiaferrari if there was anyone else to win here, we are honored that it was you

charles_leclerc YOU MADE HER START CRYING AGAIN

carlossainz55 proud of you chica

maxverstappen1 words cannot express how proud I am of you kleintje landonorris keep at it bug, you're doing what you were born to do fernandoalo_oficial felicidades nina! kellypiquet can't wait to have you home honey! you drove amazingly charles_leclerc maman says that she is so proud of you and I'm so proud of you gosse danielricciardo welcome to the group of Monza winners darl' y/n-addict the amount of nicknames that she has is melting my heart

christianhorner proud to have you as one of my drivers kid

October 17, 2024

you know what they say?

tagged: danielricciardo

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maxverstappen1 kid take this down

y/n.jpg that's not very girl boss of you to say Maxie

georgerussell66 yeehaw

y/n-lover5 this is very suspicious

user6 if you think that beanpole russell george is her bf, you must truly be gone maxiel-lover I think this is just fueling Daniel being her boyfriend y/n_updates alright grandma, let's get you back to bed

November 23, 2023

always bet on red and navy

liked by redbullracing, lewishamilton, tomholland and 49,294 others

user2 TOM HOLLAND IN THE LIKES

box_box_updates chiillllll, y/n he and zendaya got close when they had to shadow Red Bull for Tom's upcoming F1 movie

christianhorner can't believe it's been a year since you've been with us - you're going on to do great things kids

y/n-lover what do you mean it's been a WHOLE YEAR since y/n was introduced as a driver for the 2024 lineup

maxverstappen1 kid you're diving me out a job

y/n.jpg keep up old man, the children are taking over landonorris amen to that oscarpiastri the trio are now all race winners

redbullracing what she said - after party on us

y/n.jpg please do not go over the cost cap AGAIN

change-ur-f_car I'm still patiently waiting to know who her boyfriend is

user7 that overtake on the last lap was mega, glad for her second win

December 13, 2024

isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me

tagged: arthur_leclerc

y/n-lover2 I CALLED IT AND NO ONE LISTENED AHAHAHA

y/n_updates I was NOT ready for this to be on my page first thing this morning

emotional_support-rivals I just want to know if Max or Charles knew

maxverstappen1 oh we knew charles_leclerc how do you think they got away with it for so long??

taylorswift my favorite birthday present

max_max_super she knew what she was doing by hard launching with a Taylor Swift lyric on Taylor Swift's birthday

olliebearman parents

y/n.jpg son arthur_leclerc SON?

landonorris you're telling me I had to find out through INSTAGRAM

logansargeant I did as well oscarpiastri you're both blind if you didn't know y/n.jpg YOU KNEW?

y/nxarthur this is the best day of my life

AN: Guys this was so much fun to write!!! I hope you like it cause it took me forever! I love you all! Last chapter and Christmas chapter out soon!

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doboosh · 1 year

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“Cara mia, don’t you trust me?”

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

• Wednesday and reader get into a fight, it becomes heated in more ways than one.

Warnings(?) Wednesday (she’s a warning), cursing, violence, oral (fem receiving), bondage, chocking, mommy kink(?), dom/sub dynamic, dom!Wednesday, knife play, begging, overstimulation, and more..

I am not aware of the age of the characters so go make it safer they are all aged up to 18.

Please do not read if you are under 17!

Please enjoy!!

You didn’t understand what was so unlikeable about you to Wednesday.

You had always been friendly to people, always greeting people with a handshake and a smile, a brief hug to people you knew, coddling and smothering your friends with all the love you have to give.

You’re grateful enough that Wednesday even tolerates you to be around her, when you laugh a bit too loud by her side she doesn’t snap you a murderous look and leave, she tolerates it.

That’s all she does though, tolerates.

You’re not going to lie to yourself and say that this girls aura and cold gaze didn’t bring fluttering to your insides, make your mind reel in ways you may think you’d been drinking, drive your poor heart out it’s cage when she’s nearby. You have major feelings for Wednesday Addams.

The only problem is, the only way you can show that, is by upping the physical touch to a different level.

I mean, literally a different level, attempting to hold hands with the girl whenever you are walking to class, trying to hug her whenever you stop by her shared dorm room, pushing yourself into her when you hear a funny joke, sitting by her to talk to her, even when she doesn’t respond. Every time, you are rejected.

You can tell too, that it’s starting to aggravate her, you can tell by the way she snaps her dark eyes your way when you intercept her imaginary bubble.

Today though, you pushed it too far.

“Wednesday! Enid!” You yelled from across the yard, rushing to the pair of girls with haste.

“Y/n! Hi!” Enid giggles, opening her arms for one of your reoccurring bear hugs. Swinging each other back and forth when you finally dive into her.

Wednesday’s eye twitches a bit at the sight, though neither of you notice.

As you pull apart you watch as Enid’s eyes light up, still giggling. You smile a bit wider at the fact. “Did you hear about the accident one of the students made in one of their classes?” She asked, “We get to get out of the rest of our classes for the rest of the week!”

“Enid it’s Thursday, that’s not saying a lot” you giggle.

“I agree, I think it’s silly that a unintelligent students mistake-“ Wednesday buts in, “puts our time and our studies to his foolish consequences” she finishes, her cold gaze unnervingly still, as she huffs out a breath of slight anger.

You smile slightly, “Aw is poor Wednesday upset?,” you joke, as you reach to bring her into a hug.

She steps away from you and her lip slightly curls, “don’t touch me, I will indefinitely snap each one of your fingers off and then your neck”

You stutter a bit, she’s getting snappier too. You compose yourself and give a small smile, “Sorry Wednesday, you know I can’t help but try”

Wednesday merely scowls and turns away, leaving to either her dorm room, or to a hide out spot.

Your heart stings a bit, and your smiles drops as you turn to Enid. “What am I doing wrong? Is it me? Does she even like girls?”, you stutter as you start to bite at your nails.

“You’re not doing anything wrong!” Enid insists, holding your face softly, “that’s just how she is, you know that” she smiles genuinely.

“Hey I’ll tell you what,” the blonde haired girl continues, “I’m having a sleepover with Yuko tonight, how about you stop by my dorm and talk with Wednesday? You can’t keep hiding your feelings.”

You stare at her wide eyed, “no, no no no no, I am not confessing to her Enid!” You screech, “I can’t, I won’t”

“Please Y/n, for your sake, please” she begs, holding onto your hands as they dropped from your mouth.

You wanted to say no, to tell her to stop, but you knew this wasn’t healthy. May as well confess and get rejected than pin on a girl you have no chance on. So you agreed, you’ll tell her tonight.

This was a bad idea.

You can feel your breathing deepen as your stand outside Enid and Wednesday’s dorm. Your palms are sweating and you heartbeat is flying through the roof.

You slowly take a shuddering breath, put a smile on your scared face, and open the door.

“Wednesday?” You call out as you trudge through the doorway, “hey, can I talk to you?”

You see the girl in front of her typewriter and you can’t help but stop. Your breathing hitches as you look at her. She’s absolutely breathtaking to you.

The girl though, doesn’t respond. Still typing away.

“Wednesday?” You chuckle a little, “I know you can hear me”

Your taunting tone seems to make her stop, but she doesn’t look at you.

“Leave me alone, y/n. I’m not in the mood.” She says in her monotone voice.

“Wednesday I’m serious I really need to tell you something” you say, walking towards her. You barely make it into the middle of the room before she stand up and turns to you.

“Y/n, I am not Enid, I do not enjoy your presence. I don’t want hugs, or to hold hands, or for you to touch me right now. It is absolutely revolting, you are revolting. You’re voice is too high pitched at times and I swear to my dead ancestors that it rings at a pitch only dogs can hear. Leave me alone”

Your heart shatters.

You’ve been here before, you’ve had someone you like tell you this. Saying that’s why they can’t be with you.

You’re too much, they said.

This hurts worse, much worse. Coming from the mouth of a sickeningly gorgeous girl in front of you, her beautiful raven hair in her braids, her eyes burning with anger but still so likable non the less.

You made a mistake as well. Your mask dropped. Your smile dropped. Your heart dropped. Your tears, dropping down your cheeks.

“How.. dare you,” you seethe.

Wednesday’s eyes widen a bit, you’re not smiling? Why aren’t you smiling? You always smile.

“How dare you talk to me like that, Wednesday I know you’re not Enid, I know that. I’m sorry that I’m a physical person, that’s how I show my love, I’m not good with words like you are. Hah! Who am I kidding, you barely speak to anyone! I have tried to show you through actions how I feel about you! I’m sorry I’m just so annoying that you can’t stand my presence!” You scream, tears flooding down your cheeks.

Wednesday internally panics, you weren’t supposed to cry.

“I try to respect your boundaries! I really do, but it’s hard to especially when I have feelings for you! I want to be near you all the time, don’t you think it’s painful for me? I know you don’t like me and yet I still try only to get rejected over and over! God you are so blunt! You know I came here to confess to you, to apologize for my actions as well!” You sob, yelling at the girl in front of you.

You feel a twinge of embarrassment because of the feeling of some snot leaking from your nose, but your anger overpowers that.

Wednesday heart stutters for two things, her feelings are reciprocated, but she found out because you’re angry, crying, seething at her.

You stop, and take a deep breath in, your eyes hardening as you look at her. “Fine.” You snap, “you don’t like me? Then I won’t talk to you, I won’t try to push you anymore. That’s a promise Wednesday, a promise”

With that you storm out of the room, heading to your own bed.

You send a text to Enid, summarizing what happened. Not bothering to answer her, “oh my god are you okay?” Or her “I’m sorry”

On the other hand, Wednesday is still standing where she was when you left. Thing coming to her side to see if she’s alright.

For the first time in Wednesday Addams’ life, she almost screams. Screams for you to come back, and to let her hold you, to let her kiss you.

She didn’t mean what she said, she’s just been aggravated with everything happening. The Hyde, the murders, everything.

She nearly feels a tear slip.

She will make this up to you, she will win you back.

It’s been 2 days since you talked or interacted with Wednesday.

Of course you’re still talking to your friends, Enid, Xavier, Ajax.

You’ve gotten a lot closer to Xavier, he’s been helping you feel better. Taking you to paint and draw with him, and actually listening to your feelings.

“You don’t have to put on the mask around me,” he had said to you, “you deserve to feel the things your feeling”

Wednesday has never felt this much turmoil in her life, seeing you talk, hug, and smother other people, especially Xavier. Made her want to commit unforgivable offenses.

She wanted you to smother her. She wants you to hug her, to try to hold her hand, to bump her when you found a joke funny.

You. She wants you.

She had talked to Enid, they devised a plan together. Enid had known for a while that Wednesday has feelings for you. That’s why she pushed you to confess.

“She’s staring at you again” Xavier whispered to me, getting close to my ear, “she looks murderous”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “she has no right, she’s the one that said she wanted to be alone. I’m giving her what she wanted”

You couldn’t help but want to turn around, because truly, you missed her.

You turned towards Xavier, you watched as a devilish smile lit his face, “how about we make her mad?”

You grew confused, “mad? How?” You smirked slowly.

“Of course, with your consent, I kiss you. Maybe it’ll make her snap, or something” he suggested, his eyes sparking up mischievously.

Your breath spiked, not because you haven’t kissed anyone, you’ve kissed people before.

It was the fact that, if Wednesday did snap? What would she do.

Would she do something to you? Hopefully

You shuddered at the thought and smiled, “let’s do it, I’m serious, let’s do it” you giggled, Xavier’s eyes widened for a split second but then nodded.

“Okay just wait a couple minutes, I’ll do it by surprise”

You nodded and continued talking to him.

Oh how Wednesday wanted to rip his head off and feed it to the starving vultures that lurked by her home.

“Wednesday? Are you even listening, I’m trying to get my otp together right now” Enid huffed, throwing her arms in the air.

Wednesday glanced at her and then went back to watching the two of you.

“Look listen I know you’re mad, you like her a lot bu- oh my god”

Red

Wednesday saw red

Xavier has grabbed your face, her loves face, and kissed you.

You are hers, she is yours.

Wednesday got up immediately, ignoring Enid’s calls behind her and strutted up to you.

You didn’t know he’d do it so soon, you were so surprised at the quickness, and even more surprised at the violent grabbing of your arm.

You were yanked away and pulled behind Wednesday Addams herself.

“Touch her again and I will personally cut out your tongue and sacrifice your still living body” she seethed, she looked angry, well as angry as her stoic face can get.

She turned to you and pulled you away, dragging you to wherever she may murder you at.

That’s what you were thinking at least.

You were going to die at the hands of the girl you would kill for.

Lovely

You don’t know how you two got to the dorm room so quick, but before you know it you were being shoved into the room and onto to the bed.

You gasped as she threw you into the intended comfortable mattress, her eyes boring into yours with such fire that you swear you felt yourself get a little turned on.

She grabbed your face in her hand roughly, pulling you closer to hers.

“I am done with this cara mia, you will not ignore me anymore, you will not play with boys in front of me, and I am not going to isolate my feelings for you any longer”

You swear you could’ve died right then and there, she wasn’t raising her voice but each word sent a wave to your insides. You nearly moaned.

“Y/n L/n, I have very strong feelings for you. So strong that if your wish was for me to pull out my internal organs and let a wolf feast upon them, I would. If you were to ask me to carve your name upon every inch of my skin I would.”

That’s sweet.. in a way. You were still turned on, no disclosing that

She trails her free hand to the front of your chest, and her face gets impeccably closer.

“Tell me you still want me cara mia, tell me you feel the same and that I haven’t ran you off” she breathes, and I shiver.

“I do Wednesday, I do”

With those words, she pulls you into her lips. Cold and soft. Pillowy and rough. Heaven and hell all in one. This was your demise. She was your demise.

You moan into her mouth and she takes that as the opportunity to kiss you deeper. Her other hand grabbing at your breast with such haste that it scared you.

She pulled apart, “I am going to ravage you, ruin you for anyone else, you are mine. Don’t you trust me, cara mia?” She breathes into your mouth and your mind is so fogged that all you can do is nod.

She discards of her clothes and that’s when you lose it, you could almost feel your pupils dilate by looking at her.

You reach for her, and she allows it. You grasp at her skin and kiss her everywhere you can. Kissing upwards from her stomach to her neck. Suckling and biting when you get there.

She pulls on your hair and tuts, “so carnivorous, you’re already getting greedy mi vida”

She undressed you slowly, leaving kisses whenever she takes off a piece of clothing. You sigh and lay back onto the bed when she finally takes off your panties, pressing kisses to your thighs and near you heat.

“I haven’t had lunch today mi amor, but it seems you’ve kept this all for me” she murmured loud enough against your skin, following with a long lick to your heat.

The moan you let out could very much be audible to anyone outside the walls, so Wednesday fixes that, she shoved your own underwear into your mouth.

“If you’re good, I’ll take it out, you’re a good girl for me? Aren’t you mi corazon?” She smirks, as she dives back down.

You swear you’ve seen the gods, every god ever known.

She was absolutely ravishing you, drinking you up like a vampire starved, and your eyes roll back as she inserted two of her cold digits into you, curling and thrusting them into your body.

You’re glad she put your panties into your mouth, you couldn’t stop screaming.

Your legs started to lock up, and you reached for Wednesday’s head. Grabbing whatever you could until she locked her free fingers with yours, still drinking you in.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you let out a muffled scream. Body spasming uncontrollably as you finally snapped.

Wednesday didn’t stop though, no, instead she got more vicious. Almost like a monster.

Your body couldn’t stop shaking, your back arching as you still screamed behind the fabric in your mouth.

One high after another hit you, until finally, when she was satisfied, she pulled away. Wiping her chin as she scarily smiled at your face.

She kissed her way up your body again, taking the panties out of your mouth to replace them with the fingers she used on you, “clean them off for me my love, clean mommy up”

You swirled your tongue around her digits and moaned, locking eyes with the raven haired girl.

Her eyes were so dark, but you could see her pupils dilate even more than they had been.

She pulls her fingers out of your mouth, and replaces it with her lips, lavishing you and pulling you as impeccably close as she can.

It’s driving her crazy, the closeness of your bodies without any barrier.

Your eyes shut as you kiss her, that is until you hear a sharp ‘shink’ of an object, you open your eyes to see Wednesday holding a knife to the side of your head.

Your heart races for the millionth time that day, and you feel yourself get hornier as she whispers in your ear, “cara mia, let me mark you”

You moan as she sits up from your body, your warmth. She takes the knife to her thigh, carving your first name into the soft flesh. She doesn’t wince, or show any emotion as she does so. She just stares you in the eyes and smiles.

You get up as well, and present your own thigh to her.

She kisses a spot on your inner thigh, sucking a hickey right by her spot, and carves her name into your skin.

It should hurt, it really should.

All you can focus on though, is her face.

After she’s finished she licks away any blood, kissing you over the incisions.

“So beautiful, so so beautiful” she whispers.

Her eyes look over you with softening love, you’ve never seen her like this.

“Wednesd-“ you start, but she grabs your throat

“No my love, I love the way you say my name, but not in this moment, call me something else” she taunts, dragging her hand over your nipples.

“My love.. mommy, let me return the favor please, I want to taste you so bad” you whimper

“No mi vida, no this is about you. I made mistake, let me make it up to you” she murmured lovingly, stroking your cheek softly.

She grabs both of your wrists and grabs her tie off of the floor, and tying your wrists to her bed frame. Securely.

She linked herself with your legs and waist and started to ride you. The three you head back as she grasped onto your leg for stability. The two of you feeling an extreme amount of pleasure as your moans went higher. Wednesday even letting out a couple of noises herself.

“I’m sorry y/n” she gasped as she picked up her speed, once again, even with the ache between your legs you could feel the coil beginning to snap, “I’m so sorry I acted that way towards you, I do have feelings for you, I can’t breathe around you, I can feel my heart flying out of my chest whenever you are near me”

You grasp onto her hips, you beginning to rock with her as well.

“I want to be in a relationship with you mi amor, I want to love you, kill for you. I want you to find everything you need within me” she continues as she felt her own high coming, “please give me a chance my love”

You gasp, trying to get air as she rocked into you, “of course, you couldn’t push me away even if you tried” you said between breaths of air.

With those words, both of you finish simultaneously.

Wednesday slumps over your leg with a small moan, her body shaking, as you cry out and grab for her body.

When you both catch your breath, she lays herself down beside you, bringing you into her arms and kissing your head.

You pick your head up and kiss her softly, she reciprocated with just as much gentleness. Cradling your face in her hands and she smiles into the kiss.

“Does that mean we’re dating now” you giggle, sinking your head into her neck. Breathing her in.

She nods, “I suppose it does, cara mia”

With that you sink into a deep sleep, Wednesday putting you under the covers only to snuggle up beside you.

Maybe it wasn’t a mistake.

Meanwhile.

“They’ve been gone for a long time” Ajax whispers to Enid, who looks mortified.

“Sh” she snaps “don’t say anything”

The two boys purse their lips and nod.

“Should we go-“ Xavier starts, “I said SH” Enid snaps again.

On the inside Enid is ecstatic. Mortified? Yes, but so so happy.

Thank you all for reading, I’m up for criticism because not only is this my first time writing fan fiction but my first time writing smut. So give me advice please!!

I’m open to requests! I’ll do a list of fandoms I know of! But once again, thank you!

#wednesday addams x fem!reader #wednesday addams x reader #Wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday addams #Wednesday Addams smut #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #xavier thorpe #wednesday addams imagine

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yo-yo-yeonkai · 9 months

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CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR - CHOI YEONJUN - NSFW

Yeonjun x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Warning list: Dom!Yeonjun x Brat!AFAB, reader, insecure reader for a second, shower sex, mild size mention, fingering (f!receiving), marking, scratching, chocking, degradation; (slut), pet names; (love), have to stay quiet, private in public- does that make sense?

Word count: 3,500

Summary: Lucky you got to be a back up dancer for your best friends k pop group, and your crush also happens to be in the group. Teasing him couldn’t end badly could it?

This is my drabble for @majestyjun ‘s Yeonjun birthday event! I hope you all like it and give all the artists involved support <3

Rushed hands wrapped around your wrist, yanking you harshly into the boys showering room. But their rough dragging didn't stop there, you were then pushed into a showering cubicle, the sound of the lock turning soon after.

Was this... the consequences of your own actions?

You knew you shouldn't tease Yeonjun, but you just couldn't help it. It was far too much fun to pass up, even with the rest of your dance team and txt in the room...

The one who had pulled you out of the corridor, slowly spun his head to meet your gaze. Red hot rage shot through his usually soft brown eyes, straight into your head. His voice wasn't much different to the emotion that showed in his stare. "Do you think that's funny", he mutters, voice low and grumbly, almost like he's holding back the words that he wants to say.

Like frightened prey, when cornered by its predator, you take a step further away from him. But just like the predator, he takes a step closer to you, not letting the chance of intimidation slip through his grasp.

"Answer me!" he demands, like a king that's used to having every last order he makes fulfilled with a click of his long fingers.

Any chance at escape is quickly limited by the slam of his hand conjoining with the wall next to your head. Dominance seeped from ever action he made, whether it be big or small. Embarrassingly, a small yelp travelled out of your mouth at the action, your mind running at 100mph just to figure out how you got yourself in this position.

He seemed to desire the honest truth, so that is exactly what you must give him. The king's orders may never be disobeyed after all. Finally, some words slipped from your lips, in a quiet mumble "Yes, I find it funny".

Body shaking slightly with a chuckle, his handsome face drew closer to yours. Your bodies pressed against each other in a warm heat, a feeling you never knew you needed until now. Every curve of your bodies slipped against each other like an irregular, but beautiful puzzle. Almost as if the cuts in the pieces weren't straight but fit together none the less.

Flicking your wandering eyes back to his, you noticed that the rage that burned within them was replaced by something else. Deep, dark lust pooled in his eyes like a desperate starved monster.

Controlling meanings slipped through his words as he spoke, "Well, it's not! You do not get to tease me like that, in front of everyone. Is that understood?”

A teasing, slow hand slid its way onto your waist, grabbing onto you, like a claim to victory. The motion made you feel weak already, you were never great with soft physical touch. The slow drag of his fingertips against your soft skin made goosebumps rake along your skin, a tell-tale sign that you were sensitive to that sort of attention.

Your voice kept to its same nervous mumble as you responded "Understood". The word was simple, but that's all he wished to hear from you, the clear acceptance to his dominating demands.

His chest shook once again, a raw chuckle slipping through his sweet, plump lips. Faces growing closer together, his breath fanned over your face, the distance between your lips slowly diminishing.

Sudden waves of realisation at the current situation washed through you, like cold water shocking your system. "Ummm Yeonjun.." you whispered, the sound coming out like a soft whisper of wind, despite it being the start of a storm.

Swarming eyes flicked away from the stare they had on your lips, up to your eyes. His head shook lightly, gaining control of his emotions for an honest second. “This is your chance (Y/N). Tell me yes or no now. Cause you know I am going to fuck you if you don't tell me no." he ordered, fingers running against your chin and gripping it gently.

His desires had been perfectly set out for you in a display window, now you just had to make a choice. But just as his desires were obvious, yours ran like a clear river through your mind, paving a path for the dirty thoughts to flow.

In a swift attempt to gain dominance over the situation, you leant forward and pushed him up against the opposite wall to the one you had just been trapped against. Feet stood in tiptoes, desperately reaching up to kiss him.

Your lips joined together in a heated, impatient kiss. Perfection was laced through every move of his soft lips against yours, a calculated pursuit of pleasure. Slick wetness prodded its way into your mouth, his tongue tangling with your own. The fight for control was soon over and every move he made would determine what you would do next. He had full control over you, like a puppet. Would you let him use you? Maybe after a small fight...

Hands that were once holding tightly onto your waist, pushed you off him, the distance becoming evidently clear in the rush of cold against your skin. Sharp eyes looked down at you, then drifted to the shower at your side. A sly smirk dawned upon his lips, like he had just had the best idea of his lifetime. You weren't exactly an innocent girl; you could tell what he was thinking.

The quick, hard order met your ears "Strip", he didn't say it like a question, or an offer. It was a command he spoke, a must, and God only knows what happens to those that dare disobey his highnesses orders.

Fear of retribution didn't stop your mind from spinning into a frantic panic at the thought of removing your clothes. The approaching insecurity you held deep within you begun to creep out like a deadly virus, poisoning you and spoiling your thoughts.

The deep chuckle of his voice sounded to your ears, pausing your worry for a split second as he spoke “Don't get shy now Love. You weren't shy earlier. See, l'lI show you how to do it".

Fingers gripped onto the bottom of his shirt, skilfully pulling it over his head. Every curve, dip and lift of his defined chest and arms were now on display for your hungry eyes to feast upon. Unholy desire, to run your fingers along him, spun your head away from your insecurities and towards the goal at hand.

Your own fingers pulled at your top, throwing it to the corner of the cubicle, your shorts following suit. Patience was strung like a thin, flimsy wire, and the second he took off his shirt the wire snapped, freeing you of any control you once had over yourself. Your underwear remained on your body, not wanting to show him anymore, unless he would equal out the playing field.

Putting on a show his hands ran down his chest, over every part of him you wanted to touch, right to the very edge of his shorts. A stray finger slipped under the band and pulled it down far too slowly for your thirsty mind. The show was coming to a quick close as he noticed your impatience and pulled them down his legs, disregarding them where your own clothes had begun to pile.

You practically threw yourself at him as soon as he was leant against the wall again. Lips joined together in a hungry kiss, hands roaming each other's bodies and the remainder of your clothes were quickly shimmied and thrown off yourselves.

Desperation was clouding you both like a thick aura, and you knew you didn't have enough time to take this slow, you needed to get on with this soon or the rest of the dance team would figure out where you'd gone.

A stray finger ran down your slit causing you to shiver at the surprising feeling. When did his hand get down there? You have no clue. Do you mind? Not one bit.

"God you are so fucking wet" he groans, desire to have his cock shrouded in the feeling of your wetness evident in the whine of his tone. Even guys like Yeonjun start whining when it comes down to it. How well can he keep his composure? You'll find out.

The finger dipped into your entrance, giving you all the attention you needed. The finger was slow, teasing for a bit, but it quickly became faster, harder. Before long, there was another finger in you, fucking your insides and getting you ready for Yeonjun's cock.

He knew what he was doing, every curl and plunge of his fingers told you that much. Whether he had done this before was a mystery, but it's not like you were innocent either. Is it bad that you hoped he hadn't done it before, that's selfish isn't it?

He moved his spare hand up to one of your tits and he rolled and played with your nipple until he got a reaction out of you that he liked, one that told him he was touching you right. With the lustful mix of his fingers thrusting into you and your nipple being played with you were moaning like your life depended on it. You had always been told you were a loud girl, and right here wasn't really the place for it.

The very moment he felt your walls clench around his fingers he pulled away from you. Sticking his wet fingers in your mouth he ordered "Now be quiet whilst you take me hmmmm~ and if anyone walks in... make sure you don't say a fucking word".

As he speaks you twirl your tongue around every inch of his fingers, lightly sucking and tasting yourself on him. "God, don't do that. You'll make me want to stick my dick in your mouth" he choked out, quickly removing his digits from your mouth, a line of saliva connecting you for a mere second before it broke.

"And what's so wrong with that Jjunie~" you whisper, bringing your body against his and squishing your chest against him. His composure was breaking with your games, and you wanted it to shatter completely. You find such joy in trying to bring a man to his knees.

Fingers wrapped around your neck and pushed you away from him and under the shower "Shut up... or I'll make you" he muttered; words meant more as a warning than a challenge. But... you liked being used like a slut, that's why you acted like a brat. Clearly Yeonjun had you figured out more than other guys do.

You would have countered back had you not found the hand around your neck to be the most attractive thing he could have done to you. Your knees grew weak, and you practically wanted to throw myself at him, but you'd restrain yourself.

His other hand reached behind you and turned on the shower, warm water running over your body, making you glisten in such a filthy way. You wondered if he was thinking he could wash and fuck the brat out of you... if he was, he was severely mistaken.

The grip on your neck disappeared, but that doesn't mean that his control was gone. Ghosting touch remained on your neck reminding you of the type of man he is, the things he would do if you don't comply to him, and oh how tempting it was.

As the thoughts of disobedience rung through your head, they were just as quickly wiped away. Yeonjun turned you away from him, bent you over and stroked a rough hand up your ass.

Your hands swiftly found the wall, and used it to keep you stable, opening your legs so he would have full access to you. One rough smack to your ass echoed through the room, your yelp following soon after. “That is for teasing me" he told, voice hardly recognisable as his own anymore. Another spank to your ass made you let out a loud moan this time. “That's for acting like a pretty little slut.... And this one, is because I wanted too" he spoke, one final slap to your ass making a moan slip from your mouth.

Just as you were gaining back your composure and state of mind, you felt his cock press against your hole. Your eyes slipped closed as you concentrated on the small bit of stimulation you were desperate for. His cock slowly traveled up and down your slit a few times before he actually bottomed out inside of you. A moan ripped from your throat at the feeling of being aggressively stretched by his big cock, whilst a thick groan came from his own mouth.

For you the initial entrance was always the most pleasurable feeling, other than the orgasm of course, and because Yeonjun fingered you before fucking you were that bit more sensitive.

Every slip of his dick, in and out of your hole, had you whining desperately. His fingers reached forward and wrapped around your mouth, quickly realising you wouldn't be able to hold back your sounds. "As much as I do want to hear that slutty voice of yours, I think it's best you be quiet" he whispered, bringing his hips back before slamming into you.

It wasn't long before he was rocking into you at a brutal, pleasurable pace, your body slamming forward at the movement. Your hands slipped every now and then, the wet tiles not giving you as much grip as Yeonjun had on your hip. The water had your hair in a slick wave, travelling down your back and it would flick over your shoulder every other thrust, reminding you simply how hard Yeonjun was fucking you.

Just as you felt the knot in your stomach start to burst, his dick slipped out of you, the feeling fading slowly. He made quick work of flipping you around so you could face him as you whine "Fuck, no, Jjunie, I was going to cum!" Your voice sounded as an annoyed whisper, angry at his behaviour, but aware that people may hear you if you were too loud.

So far you had been lucky, nobody had come into the showering rooms. But that was to be expected, it's the middle of the day and people don't go to showering rooms mid schedule, let alone the ones at the company. Everyone is simply too busy with other things and have no reason to not use the showers at their dorms, which gave you the perfect spot to fuck.

His chest shook with that familiar chuckle as he picked you up, your legs wrapping around him naturally. The arms holding you up were as strong as you had always imagined after seeing him dance in his vests during dance practice. Now that they were around you in such a filthy act you felt your stomach swirl.

His dick slid back into your hole like it was nothing, your arousal paving the perfect path. Your back made contact with the wet tiled wall as he started fucking you again. "That's exactly why I turned you around, so I can see that beautiful look on you face when you cum on my cock". The very sound of his words had made you weak, a loud moan coming out of your mouth, despite you biting down on your lip to stop the sounds from escaping you.

He thrusted in and out of you, kissing at your neck roughly, probably leaving marks you'll hate him for later. With each kiss he left you felt a stinging sensation linger where his lips once had, that was enough to tell you he was marking you, that you were sooooo getting told off later, but you really couldn't care less.

Your hands roughly grabbed onto his back, your nails scrapping along it just as harshly as he was kissing your skin. You were just trying to grasp onto something, but the water had your pretty acrylics sliding across his skin. A low groan sounded from his throat "Fuck, keep doing that". You don't know what he loved so much about it, but you couldn't stop doing it, so you weren't one to complain.

As much as you felt the knot in your stomach start to burst, you tried to hold it off, not wanting to cum without him.

His movements started becoming erratic and you knew he was going to cum soon, and he wasn't the only one. You locked your lips to his, knowing you would moan loudly when you cum. One thrust, two thrusts, three and you had cum on his dick, but the thrusts didn't stop for him, he needed a few more before he had cum. You moaned into the kiss, his groans joining with yours.

When he pulled you off his cock you whined at the lack of warmth he provided. You detached your mouth from his, heavily panting with your head leant on his shoulder. Slowly, he helped you back into a standing position and under the water, so he could help clean you.

As he washed your hair you stared up at him, your hands placed on his abs. He looked so pretty flushed slightly red, and you knew that such a sight had made you blush.

You ran your hands all over his chest, feeling your fingers run up and down the definition. He chuckled, looking down at you as his hands massaged the shampoo on your scalp "It's nice to know you like my body~", he teased in a low mumble.

You huffed and took your hands from him "No need to be all cocky about it" you muttered, whining like a child that just got told off.

Staring up at him, a sudden thought crossed your mind “Yeonjun...?" You whispered, he nodded his head and you continued “how am I going to get out of here without being caught?".

He shrugged his shoulder and started washing his hair, not seeming all that bothered about the situation you were now in. "Yeonjun, help me think of something" you whispered to him, he shook his head with a laugh "no, cause it's not my problem. This is revenge for teasing me during dance practice, do you know how complicated it was to try and hide how hard I was. I hope this lesson will teach you something~ You will get caught. I won't, I did nothing wrong, all i did was shower. You are the one breaking the rules!"

You shook your head at him and pushed him out from under the water quickly washing yourself then getting your clothes back on. Seeing as they weren't wet you could continue to wear them.

Then you literally unlocked the door, left it wide open and ran out of the boy's bathroom. You were quick, not giving anyone the chance to see you, not that anyone was at this side of the company right now.

You made it back to the girls showering rooms and quickly dried your hair, re applied any other daily product and made it back to the dance studio before anyone could notice where you had gone.

You slid up next to Taehyun, your best friend, and he nodded at you, not really noticing you had gone anywhere. Five minutes later Yeonjun walked in with a sweet look on his face, his normally tucked hair behind his ears, not a single thing out of place. You hadn't even looked in the mirror, for all you knew you could look like shit.

You tried to mind your own business and stay huddled up in the corner, leaning on Taehyun. But Kai didn't seem like a fan of the idea. "Hey Hey (Y/N)! You are back! Come join us!?" He shouted, practically pulling you up to join him. You looked over to the group he was on about and as much as you loved them, you just didn't feel like it.

"Sorry Kai, not right now hmm~ l'm trying to get rest before we begin practice again. Go play with one of the other dancers~" you say, crumpling back down to Taehyun's side as Kai lets you go. "Hmmm, fine, but later though" he tells, quickly running back to them.

"Did you just go for a shower?" Taehyun asks? You slowly turn to face him and nod, knowing he had already figured you out. "Don't use the shampoo at the company again. This one doesn't smell right...

It's not your smell... does that make sense?". You couldn't help but giggle at him, you knew exactly what he meant, and it was adorable that he knew what smell suited you. "Noted, don't use this shampoo again" you joke, running your fingers through your hair, hoping he wouldn't notice how odd it was to take a shower halfway through dance practice, only to get sweaty again.

You glance up and see Yeonjun staring at you from the other side of the room. It wasn’t a friendly gaze it was teasing…. Oh lord, is it time for lesson two? What have you done?

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witchersoldier · 6 months

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Good Fucking Girl

rafe cameron x reader

SUMMARY: you find yourself inside the globe of death with none other than Rafe Cameron.

WARNINGS: mentions of drug use I guess, cursing, suggestive themes, a little dark I think but not really, cringe and rushed writing, not proofread. English is not my mother tongue.

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

AUTHORS NOTE: once again posting just after just finishing it. I never double read my work, or else I'd never post anything bc I'd probably hate delete it and never write again.

It was supposed to be a simple kook party, well, as simple as those went. But now I found myself inside a large metal globe, curiosity, and a bit of a haze from the pot brownie I had few minutes ago, led the way. A crowd slowly started to form outside the cage, faces I didn’t recognize were filled with excitement.

“Great, the substitute’s already here. Cameron, you’re in now.” The guy just beside the globe door spoke. Before I could say anything back, engine revving filled my ears and a sudden rush of adrenaline took over me. Globe of Death, that’s what this was. How come I didn’t recognize it sooner? They thought I was some kind of substitute, but for what? I had no bike nor was I dressed as a stunt rider.

Faster than my eyes could register, a red bike pulled up beside me inside the globe. He wasn’t showing any skin, yet he looked so damn delicious. Those black and red leathers clung around his larger body, the helmet with dark visors gave him such a mysterious look. He just stood there, tall and confident, making me feel smaller and fragile.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” he spat at me, voice muffled. His hand flew to his visors pulling them up, revealing his ocean blue eyes. There was a hint of worry and anger, the latter was clearly not directed at me. I was stuck in place, trying to put together the pieces, his eyes and voice all too familiar. “Rafe?” my heart started racing, beating against my chest, so loud.

Fate was always bringing me to him, in the most unusual ways. Now this?

“Y/N get out of here now; you could get seriously hurt.” He looked down at me, commanding me to leave. Part of me felt scared and wanted to leave and obey him right now, but the need to defy him spoke so much louder inside of me. I didn’t have to prove him anything, but every time the Cameron boy was around me, I felt the undying urge to test his patience. Also, I could never let him see the power he has over me. “I’ll do what I please. And right now, I really feel like staying.” I raised my chin, looking deep into his eyes. Challenging him.

He only clenched his fist over his lap and chock his head, as if trying to get rid of his thoughts. Then again, strangely calm, he looked at me. “Fine. You want to do this? You got it. But if I see even one little hint of fear in you-” he didn’t finish his sentence, leaving it to my imagination. It was what he didn’t say that hit something deep inside of me, it made me feel hotness all over my body.

Rafe abruptly grabbed my wrists and put my arms above my head, making my red crop top ride up until it was barely covering my breasts. “Be a good girl for me and keep your arms up just like that, will ya?” Rafe’s voice was low as he gave me the order, his hand that was holding my arms up slowly traced down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. When he reached the hem of my black skater skirt, he gave a barely-there squeeze and quickly put down his helmet visors. He revved his engine again, the vibration traveling through my body.

The crowd outside the cage was screaming, cheering. My friends probably somewhere looking at me, wondering ‘what the hell’s gotten into me’. The answer was right here inside the globe with me. Rafe Cameron. He’s got the talent of always getting under my skin, making me feel things no one else ever could, making me do things I normally wouldn’t, no matter how hard I tried to deny it, fight against it. That’s just the Rafe Cameron effect; he brings out parts of me that have always been there, just never stimulated enough.

And then the show began. Rafe started to make circles around me in his bike, going so fast I could barely make out his silhouette. The fear I felt before vanished so fast, in its place a feeling I didn’t think would make its way into this situation; arousal.

Rafe’s gloved hand touched the exposed skin on my waist, and he dragged it along as he kept circling around on his bike. My whole body felt like it was on fire, burning so hot, and the blood rushed to my core making me throb and clench around nothing, my body was betraying my mind. I wouldn’t be able to confront, deny Rafe after this, I’ll just be putty in his hands.

I don’t know if it was seconds, minutes or hours that passed by since he started touching me, but as soon as his hands left it was like the ground beneath my feet was disappearing too. I looked up to see Rafe taking of his helmet, still riding his bike around. His bangs hanging loosely on his forehead. He looked so heavenly right now, and I understood then when people said ‘looks can be deceiving’. No matter how angelic he’s looking now, Rafe Cameron’s the devil walking on Earth.

He handed his helmet for me to hold while he gave the final laps, and I held onto it like it was the only thing keeping me alive. At the moment, that’s what it felt like.

I only noticed the show was done when Rafe’s now bare hand touched my ass under my skirt. I couldn’t even fight it, his touch felt so fucking right, even with all those prying eyes around. If I was honest, the people watching us exchanging touches only made my body burn hotter.

His free hand came up to my jaw, forcing me to look into his eyes. Dilated pupils gave him away. He was just as turned on as me. I forced my head down to glance at his trousers; they looked so much tighter than before and made me think of how much I wanted to just sit on his lap and grind against him, right here and now.

Rafe forced my head back up, his face coming closer to mine. His lips were mere inches away from touching mine. He breathed out a low moan that sent shivers down my spine. His lips softly touched mine, just a ghost of a kiss, and he whispered to me approvingly, “Good fucking girl”.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #outer banks fic #rafe cameron drabble #drew starkey #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader smut #biker!rafe cameron #biker au

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aphroditestempleimagines · 11 months

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Found meaning in you (17+)

Pairing: portmafia!Dazai Osamu x fem!mafia!reader

Colour: Angst

Warnings: Kissing, biting, nipple playing, small scare, handjob, mentions of suicide, slight chocking

Words: 1,050

Summary: Your secret meetings are something you look forward to, and yet it's getting harder and harder to meet the port mafia executive. But you only just realise how much they mean to him.

"Well you're home late", you smiled at him as you saw him enter the bathroom. You made a show of stretching your naked legs out of the bathtub you had filled to the top with foam and fragrant essences.

Dazai's tired expression evaporated from his face. He let hi long black coat slip from his shoulders and with an elegant move of his hand he swept his fringe up and away from his forehead. His usual cocky smile replaced his exhausted frown as he waltzed towards the tub.

"Impressive", he placed his hands at the marble edge and leaned closer, "Not even I found any signs of you breaking in"

"You could say I'm a professional by now", your hands played with his slick black tie, "Mr Executive"

"My word....I would very much like to argue that. Hold this for me", he said and with that he relased his tie and dropped his phone at the palm of your hand. Before you could think of anything else, he was placing his weight on his hands and jumping inside the tub to topple you. You had not heard him take his shoes off, and yet there they lay on the bathroom floor, bathing in the water that spilled out from Dazai's weight. His fine black suit was completely soaked, his tie pin covered in foam, as he pressed his clothed body onto yours until you hit the end of the tub. "Don't drop it", with his eyes still piercing yours, his hand secured his phone on your hand, "I have important information saved in there". He leaned closer to your ear before he said deeply, "I deeply fear what I could do to you if you lost it".

You let your body relax, head leaning at the marble edge. "Oh?", you smiled as you lifted your knee to rub lightly between Dazai's legs. "Anything in particular?", you dangled the phone over the water.

"Hey", he encased the hand which threatened him in his and pushed it away from the water. His other hand journeyed over your body from the thighs to your neck. His fingers tapped on your nape as if they were pressing the keys of a piano, his thumb brushed softly on the skin of your neck. Water dripped from the tub as his body moved closer. He leaned in, his plumb lips caressing yours before his teeth emerged for a playful nip. "Let's say I'm far more rewarding with those who please me", he said against your skin.

"Is that so?", your free hand snaked under the waist of his trousers. Dazai failed to suppress his grunt as you palmed his length; it exploded against your mouth before his hand closed harsher around your throat, and his lips captured yours.

"Yes that is so", he said, his hand moving up to steady your head.

"I'm not your subordinate you know"

"That is exactly what pisses me off", he suddenly grabbed his phone away from your hand and threw it on his fallen coat. His arms wrapped around your waist as his body fell backwards until it was completely submerged. He pulled you under the water with him, his hand holding your nape down. He must had realised you did not have time to react and take a proper breath as his playful smile turned worried at the brief sight of panic in your eyes. He pushed you both back to the surface, his hands reaching to cup your cheeks. "I'm sorry", he kissed the bridge of your nose, "Are you alright?"

"Bastard", you smiled burying your face in his wet blazer.

"I was just fooling around Belladonna"

"I don't know if I believe that"

His smile faded away. His expression grew stern in a glimpse of an eye. Your legs still straddling his waist, his arms pulled you closer. His bandaged palm scrapped your cheek as he lifted your head to face him. "I would never lie about something like that, Belladonna", his eyes were fixed on yours. There was determination behind them, unlike anything you had seen from him. "Listen to me closely", he guided your hand over his heart, "This is yours now, tattered and broken as it is. It might long for death but it longs for you more"

He sealed his words with a deep kiss that took your breath away. His hands traced your body as he climbed lower to place loving nips on your neck and shoulder.

"What are you saying?", your fingers combed back his wet brown hair.

His lips stopped. He let his head rest on your shoulder. He felt so fragile as he clung to your body until his hand reached for your breast. Much like one focuses on twirling a pen in their hands during a meeting, he focused on making you feel good, drinking on your sighs as he stalled returning an answer. His thumb brushed over your nipple from time to time, circling around the small rosebud for the rest. He turned his head a little, just enough to place a small kiss on your collarbone. "I am not leaving your side, and you are not leaving mine"

You thought you misheard him at first. But then he lifted his body and nodded to you, to let you know he meant it. He sighed and leaned on the back of the tub, pulling you towards him. His right hand traced your thigh up and down, his left plucked a few wet strands of hair away from your cheeks and tucked them behind your ear. He leaned in to place a single kiss on your cheek but never drew back.

"I see no value in my life", his voice was but a whisper, "but yours is worth more than any fortune I can think of"

You held him in your arms so he would not let go. You clung to his drenched suit like he clung to you for a reason to live. "You're my everything", you told him and felt his shocked breath sing by your ear. "I love you with all that I am. And you know", you cupped his cheek as you gazed upon his beautiful face, "I am much too vain to love anything other than what I find to be priceless"

#osamu dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai smut #dazai angst #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd angst

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She’s so cute

Kaz brekker x fem!reader x Nina Zenik. +18 Drabble.

This is just something I thought, man my head is a sinful place. Sorry for this.

The reader in this is more of the sunshine character…I love seeing them get destroyed.

Warnings: Threesome, you getting all the attention, kaz being comfortable with touch, Chocking, Spanking, Dom/Sub themes, being shared, Mommy/Daddy kink. wh*re calling.

You were always a joy to be around no matter the weather, the time of day, or whatever room you were in. You’d make everyone around you feel safe and comfortable, flashing a smile and did anything you could. But there was a little darkness within you, and that’s having sticky fingers. It was surprising to know that you could steal anything off of anyone, a skill that landed you a roll in the crows.

Kaz at first didn’t know why you smiled all the time, how you could always be happy when the world was horrible? Then, time started to go on and he found himself liking the smile you always showed. He’s started to take in other things too, like your hair and the way you styled it, or the laugh that came out of your mouth. Then to the clothes you’d wear and he couldn’t help his glare that would explore your figure.

Nina from the start was all over you, becoming amazing friends from right off the bat. She did notice how attractive you were to her, how she felt when she looked at you. Both of you had a lot of things in common and that only let the bond grow. It wasn’t until you laid your head on her shoulders that the feeling in her stomach started, the one she knew all to well. After that she couldn’t get enough of you. It was the hugs that caused you to press up against her, the hand you held for fun, or the way you bent down to pick up something.

The looks they gave you didn’t go unnoticed by the other, it was actually knowledge to everyone but you. It started off as a friendly competition to who could make you smile the most, or to who could get closer. Until they came to a agreement to share you, it was perfect because they loved you the same. So they shared you, after you accepted their offer— But who wouldn’t?

That’s how you’d end up in this situation over and over again. With kaz holding your arms behind your back and using them for a way to pull you back into him. Kaz’s cock rammed into your pussy, his hips slammed up into you with a grunt in his voice. Nina was standing in front of you with admiration in her eyes and her finger rubbing your clit to make you scream.

Pleasure overflowed within you at everything they did. You’d moan and cry out with each thrust and it added more to have Nina’s fingers pressed onto you. “She’s just too cute.” Nina smirked and praised you. You didn’t open your eyes but threw your head back onto Kaz’s shoulder. “She clinched when you said that to her,” he moved his head over and got close to your ear, “You like when she praises you?”

You nodded your head and whimpered, Nina giggled at your flustered state. They’ve fucked you so hard you forgot your name, but you continue to get shy. “Tell mommy how much you liked it.” She mumbled and leaned closer, her free hand grabbed ahold of your chin and pulled you forward, forcing you to open your eyes.

The mischief in her eyes was too sexy, the look of her beautiful face staring. You didn’t have time to think when kaz slammed his hips in with force and made you cry out. His cock held itself there and was balls deep. Nina looked at him with a arched brow, kaz just smirked and shrugged. “I like it when she’s surprised.” Nina could understand. Their attention went back to you, as you caught a few breaths.

“I like it when you compliment me, mommy. Love it so much,” you stumbled on your words and looked at her with teary eyes. “Please do it more.” They got a feeling of pride at how you begged without even being told to, you were trained so well. Nina smirked and stepped closer and got close to your lips going for a kiss, “Then take it like a good girl and you’ll get more.”

You chocked back a cry as her hand wrapped around your throat the same time his cock started to move again. The feeling of his cock moving faster and hard made it so hard to stand, or how her hands went back to your clit and rubbed it how you liked it. “Such a good little whore.” Kaz groaned into your ear and slapped your ass.

You arched your back but couldn’t do it much with your arms held behind your back. “She is crying so pretty, I think she just needed a good cock in that pretty little pussy.” Looking at her with a tear rolling down your cheek at the pleasure getting to much. Kaz grins, “She takes her daddy’s cock so well, my little princess.” His lips kissed the side of your neck.

You whimpered and felt yourself get closer to the edge, yourselves getting tensed and more sensitive. Kaz could feel it and it made him twitch inside, himself getting to the same point you were. Ninas amusement was over the roof to see you get fucked hard and kaz losing his composure. You were so glad you have both of them to love you, to fuck you like you deserve.

What overpowered any common ground between the two of them was how much they loved to ruin you.

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tommydarlings · 2 years

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Isn’t it funny? | c.s

pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, spitting, orgasm denial, dacryphilia

w/c: 1k

summary: Carlos doesn’t find it so funny when your laughing while he’s trying to talk some sense into you, so he decides to fuck you until you can’t laugh anymore.

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You knew that Carlos was the jealous type of guy, you knew that literally the fact that your looking at another man makes him a bit jealous, doesn’t matter if it’s some random stranger or his teammate Charles, he got jealous.

But you also always tried to explain it to him. How your his, how your his girlfriend to love and his women to do whatever he wants with in bed, completely his. But Carlos was never really the type to understand something like that.

“Yes, your right baby-”

“Don’t fucking baby me now y/n.”

You sighed and looked at him before he threw his black blazer off and put it harshly over the wooden chair in the kitchen you two were currently in.

“Yes, your right Carlos, I did had a conversation with this man while you were grabbing some drink for all of us, but I didn’t flirt with him-”

Your fiancé laughed quietly as he fixed his hair before he spoke up,

“You were looking at him like you wanna drop on your knees infront of him right now while everyone is watching!” He raised his voice a bit after he muttered a quick 'mierda' shit under his breath.

You shook your head with a tiny little grin before you quickly rubbed it of off your face, desperately hoping Carlos didn’t catch it. And now guess what he did. He caught it.

“Oh so you think it’s funny, huh?” he stated immediately after noticing your funny facial expression. “So fucking funny to flirt with other man while your having a ring on your finger, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t collect the strength to look up at him so you just looked down onto the floor while fiddling with your fingers before you noticed how he was suddenly staring infront of you. “¿Qué tal si muestro lo que es realmente gracioso, eh?” How about I show you what’s really funny, huh?

You quickly swallowed as you felt his hand brushing a piece of hair behind your ear with a smile on his face, looking totally sane and not like he was thinking about something unholy at all.

— — —

“What did you do?” Carlos asked you with heavy breathing before he wrapped his hand around you throat and applied a bit of pressure as he looked into your eyes. Carlos didn’t stop hammering his hips into yours. His dick moving in and out of your wet pussy with a fast pace while he was holding your one leg away so it was impossible for you to close your legs.

You shook your head with a groan while you were tightly grabbing the bedsheets as you closed your eyes and threw your head back, feeling your orgasm coming closer. You moaned at the sight of Carlos head being tilted down with squeezing his eyes, whispering a quick 'joder' fuck under his breath.

With a tight grip on your neck and ankle, Carlos spoke up again,

“Answer me when I ask you a question zorra.” slut

You moaned and quickly grabbed his wrist that was tightly holding your head in place before you finally were able to mutter some words,

“I-I flirted w-with him Carlos p-please, I’m s-so sorry.” You begged desperately while you were a whining mess. Your fiancé slowly leaned forward and whispered into your ear before he gently kissed your temple, doing all of that while he was still ramming his hard cock into your drenched cunt,

“Es una buena chica.” That’s a good girl

“Carlos, I-I'm gonna-”

“I know cariño, let it all go, c'mon.”

You could have cried happy tears when you heard these words out of his mouth, but these happy tears were quickly transformed into tears out of pure disappointment and sadness. Because right after Carlos said that, he pulled out and jerked himself off before he came with a loud and very visible moan all over your stomach and chest, the hand that was just applying pressure to your throat was now quickly covering your mouth.

Your fiancé threw his head back in pure pleasure and flexed his sweaty abs a bit, his other hand that wasn’t muting your whines, cries, screams and begs a bit was still holding your ankle and pushing your leg to the side so you couldn’t close them and he could have all the space he wanted to cover you in his cum.

You shortly glanced up at him with teary eyes and a desperate and pleading gaze as your noises were getting a bit quieter. Carlos slowly retreated his palm from your mouth and looked in your eyes with a smirk on his face.

“You seriously thought that I was going to let you cum after your 'oh so funny' stunt tonight? How funny you are cariño, so funny.” He told you with a laugh while you looked down in embarrassment before tilted his head down towards your soaked cunt and spread both your legs as he slowly let a trail of spit drop down onto your sensitive clit.

“So pathetic, so naïve.” He said before he spread the spit that was now on your clit around you pussy lips, focusing on how your reacting to it, looking up at your facial expressions before looking down again and concentrating on spreading all the spit.

After that he tapped your wet clit a couple of times with his fingertips while smiling about it.

“Awww, is she so sensitive, hmm?” You hips were lifting off of the mattress, it’s like your pussy was begging for me but the entire rest of your body was begging him to stop. “Qué mono.” so cute

He laughed and laughed and laughed about the the fact that you were crying and whispering tiny stops and I can’t anymore but you cunt was aching the feeling of his fingers.

Carlos leaned forward and quickly kissed one of the tears away before he caught your mouth in a heating kiss while his fingers didn’t stop the assault on your pussy. After biting your bottom lip, Carlos got closer to your ear and whispered,

“It’s funny, it’s it?, how you were teasing me in the club with this other man, desperately wanting to get fucked right there and now your begging me to stop with tears streaming down your face.”

#carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr

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chuuyasheaven · 1 year

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Hii! When I saw that you opened up a new event, I got so excited ong

I wanted to request fem!reader with dazai prompts 12 and 6. And can the reader be like a teasing, cocky person like dazai? Like he decides to punish her for being too cocky? Sorry if it’s too much, take your time and happy (late) Valentine’s Day love!

Prompt/Number: 6: “Brats don't get to cum, darling.” / “Let me hear your sweet moans, baby/Love.”

Summary: Dazai doesn't like being teased, so he'll fuck it into your head! <3

Warnings: Dom!Dazai, Sub!Fem!Reader, Brat taming (if you squint ig), Petnames (maybe like darling, angel, brat, slut, etc.), edging,, mentioned bondage, porn without plot, slight chocking, stuff i forgot!

Notes (from me): Consider it already done, darling! Also late Valentine's to you too!

All this because you decided to tease him.

Being tied up to prettily just for him to see.

How did this happen you may ask?

Today you showed up in a tight skirt, which Dazai loved.

But the problem was, well..

...you didn’t wear it for him.

“What do you think of this, Atsushi? Looks cute, right?”, Dazai observed Atsushi’s reaction to your dirty intentions.

“..Uhm- yeah, it looks good, [Name]! But isn’t it a little inappropriate for work?”, Atsushi answered your question, you giggled.

“Why, is that so? Then, Atsushi, how do you know? You must’ve looked somewhere else then.”, this made Atsushi all flustered out of embarrassment.

“N-no, it’s because- wouldn’t it be..i-i mean-”, “He’s right, [Name]. You can’t just show up to work like that? Also don’t accuse Atsushi of such behavior, will you?”, Kunikida backed up Atsushi.

Normally, Dazai would laugh, but he doesn’t.

Just as this conversation ended, Kunikida added another thing.

“Oh, and Atsushi, we need you for a mission right now.”, Atsushi responded with a confused tone in his voice.

“Wasn’t i partnered up with Ranpo?”, Ranpo pouted as he became part of the conversation.

“Yeah, Atsushi was supposed to be with me today! I can’t go alone.”, “Well, sorry Ranpo, but this is urgent.”

You saw this as a opportunity to get out of the agency, and decided to volunteer.

“I can go with you, Ranpo! I don’t have anything better to do.”, this angered Dazai even more.

~ Finally, you arrived in your shared apartment.

When you returned earlier to get your stuff in the agency, Dazai was already gone.

So you assumed seeing him at home.

But the apartment was empty.

You thought nothing of it, so you entered your bedroom ready to take off the damn skirt.

“Took you long enough to get home, Bella.”, you jumped when you heard Dazai’s voice.

“Dazai! Don’t scare me like that.”, Dazai just stared at you from the bed.

“Sorry, darling, didn’t mean to. But, i would like to address something.”

Dazai stands up, walking towards you now. For some reason it felt somewhat..unreal?

He kept walking until you had to take steps back. Dazai had yourself bump against the wall, cornering you in between him and the wall.

“Do you like attention, darling?”, you blinked a few times before answering the question.

“W-what? I mean, yeah, when it’s from you-”, Dazai looked into your eye, holding the eye contact.

“Well, i give you enough of that daily, isn’t that right?”, usually, he isn’t like this, something must’ve gotten into him.

Whatever that was, it’s so attractive.

“Y-yes, you do..”, now he was chuckling.

“Tell me, why did you come to work dressed like a attention hungry whore? Were you so desperate for not one, not two, but three other men’s attention?”, you didn’t know how to answer.

You weren’t attention hungry like Dazai meant, you just wanted to tease him back for all the time he did. Maybe..this was too much?

“No answer? This must mean you’re aware. Say, do you know how attention hungry whores get treated?”, weird, how did it get so hot suddenly?

“Oh, wait! I didn’t say it right, in other words, i assume you want me to fuck you like one.”, oh how right he was.

Suddenly you felt something against your neck, something cold..

“Is this what you want?”, Dazai questioned as he slightly put more pressure on his hand, the cold hand that was gently chocking you.

“I guess it is, i can feel you soaking up my knee, slut.”, he stated as he placed a knee against your clothed core.

Dazai smashed his lips on yours, his tongue entering yours, as you helplessly take it.

When you two parted again, Dazai gave you a command.

“Now, get onto the bed. And spread your legs while you’re at it too, yes?”, you followed his command, so you made your way towards the bed, spreading your legs slightly.

What happened, are you actually ashamed right now?

“You can open up way further, we both know that.”, Dazai kneeled down to face your cunt, he opened up your thighs further.

“There we go. Oh! You’re actually turned on by this? Such a whore, aren’t you?”, you just whimpered, making smirk.

Dazai presses a finger against your clothed clit, making you loose a moan.

Therefore he added more pressure and started rubbing it. This caused you to get wetter by each rub.

Embarrassed by this, you try to cover your mouth.

Trying to make you loose your sweet sounds, Dazai took off your already wet panties.

Blowing a little air to it, a moan slipped through your lips.

“Come on, why so shy, Bella? Let me hear your sweet moans, whore.”

Still, Dazai just received a muffled moan. Enough of it, he just gave your bare, wet pussy a lick.

Why wouldn’t you just listen? Well, this means Dazai has no other choice.

Getting up, he takes some of his bandages to tie your hands together.

After that, he just went down on you.

Eating you out like a starved man, making you loose your mind.

All this became to much-

“You’re squirming around, you must be close then, am i right?”, you just nodded.

Just when it almost happened, he cut you off, no, Dazai just cut off your orgasm.

“Brats don’t get to cum, darling. You should know this.”

Might write a part two for this! 😘

#dazai smut #dazai x reader #dazai x fem reader #dazai imagines #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs smut #bsd smut #bsd x reader

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bakugoushotwife · 6 months

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Okay, so here it is: I'm all about worshipping cock, tbh. I can't stop thinking about kissing Keigo though his boxers, sniffing his pretty cock and slapping it on my face. I want him to hold it on my throat as if he's chocking me with it.

But I really, really can't stop thinking about Keigo almost cumming in his pants bc I'm eagerly waiting for him to come home so I can jump on his pants and sniff his sweaty, glistening and pristine balls, like... I dream with him being into me sucking his cock after a hard day of work (I'm actually a clean freak so it's really bc I think he would try to keep it clean although I'm not sure, but the thing is really about the wooden smell of Keigo wearing pants all day). Not only I think he has perfect round and giants balls that I'd use as a pacifier but the thought of that man, a little sweaty taking all of his stress on my mouth, or even throat- gets my toes curling

And again, I've been silenced for too long!!! Wish he would use my head as fleshlight... Sorry! In all positions! Even holding the throat to tighten even more, massaging, humping it SORRY! Not only do I fantasize about things beyond what my body is capable of I fantasize about him being all fucked out, body limp, moving on it's own and eyes rolling after cumming so many times straight on my stomach sORRY on some days I'd ask for him to cum on my face untill it's a bukkakke of a single man SORRY SORRY SORRY

(the last thing is that he probably wouldn't bottom out, no, he'd probably be way too attentive while he uses my mouth to his own pleasure 😔)

a/n: this was the wildest ask i've gotten in a long time...i love it! had me wide eyed and giggling while i was reading sjhjkdfkgj but it got me thinking...also this is a lil snack while i recover from kinktober and work on some projects :)) this is absolute filth but nonnie didn't give me a choice LMAO

when you told keigo about your fantasies, he was a little shocked to say the least. not in a bad way, god, of course not. what kinda guy would he be if he didn't celebrate his shy little clean freak of a girlfriend's profession of obsession with his dick. it's just that, well. you are a clean freak and keigo knows that he smells like sweaty fabric and dirt and sometimes a little blood after he comes home from work. you hardly let his boots hit the tile of the mud room before you're ushering him off to the shower every day. to think that you've been having such naughty dreams of worshiping his cock has him dumbfounded. not to mention that he's always considered himself what one would call a service dom. he's the most turned on by your pleasure and knowing that he's the man behind it, reaching his satisfaction from watching his pillow princess make sweet sounds and pretty faces until you coat his cock, but seeing that sparkle in your eye at the idea made him eager to try it out.

cut to keigo being bewildered at how much he loves it. you strip him down to his underwear after work, for once not crinkling your nose up at the aromatic mix of dirt and his own natural musk--but burying your face in it. today was the perfect day for this too. it was a miserable day at the agency, one of sidekicks got hurt and the cops were especially dickish about it and now he has an ass-ton of paperwork to fill out on the matter. the hpsc's breathing down his neck for more information on the villains and he's all but ready to take a long walk off a short pier, but you kiss your way down his torso, letting your wet tongue drag along the crevices of his abs to taste the sweat that's gathered there over his day. you hum pleasantly at the flavor, and that's when he knows he's in for it. that alone felt so good, you were showing him that you'd do anything for him, and it made his heart and his dick swell with affection. he certainly wasn't used to being the receiver, usually taking his time in working you up and then spending even longer making you cum on his fingers and in his mouth until your body could only handle one more orgasm on his cock. but this, it was different. it was nice, your ass perched up in the air as you sit on your knees between his legs, face pressed against the bulge of his underwear. you're so seductive, eyes of a siren, really. you blink up at him so sweetly, watching his pupils expand at the sight of you nuzzling the growing shaft of his cock, smelling his natural aroma with a hint of the soap he used this morning when he left. your dainty hand fondles his balls, cupping and massaging them in ways he hasn't experienced before, making his breath catch in his throat and his dick twitch like he was going to cum already.

"i know today was hard...let me make it all go away." you hum, tucking your fingers under the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down his muscular thighs at the same time you pull your lip between your teeth. he nods approvingly, cock springing past the elastic to greet you, pretty pink tip glossing over with his excitement from your treatment. you hum happily at the sight, looking up at him in reminder of your conversation a few days prior. "wan' you to be as rough as you want, keigs." you nod, giving him permission all over again.

so he does what you wanted, what you practically pleaded for if we're honest. he lets you work your way around him, gripping his thick cock in your small hand in favor of lapping at his balls, tight and full of pent up frustration that he can't wait to release. he definitely keeps everything well trimmed for you, even though he never imagined you sucking on his balls so deliciously you're both drooling. he's growing impatient with your teasing though. your little kitten licks to his tip and the tight squeezes of your palm around his base; the way you flutter your lashes and grin up at him like you're daring him to take over finally does it and he's moving you both into a better position. one that will give him control and access to your throat for optimal relief of this stress and this now carnal desire to ruin you. he get to his knees, lifting you into a proper all fours stance by your throat, not nearly as gentle as he usually is, but you wanted that, didn't you? he shoves his way into your mouth, not caring about what you're ready for or not. you told him no limits, so he won't let you chicken out now. luckily, you're relaxed enough to let him slide right in, changing his grip to the sides of your face as he sets a wicked combination of moving your face and his hips. spit is flying, tears sliding out of your eyes at his brutality, and he couldn't love this more. he can see your eyes roll back, the need to cum already washing over him.

and sure, the first time he paints your slutty face with it, because no, you aren't his pillow princess right now. you're his cock hungry whore, and you begged to be. but every time after that, because yes, this feeling was too good to only feel once; he's shoving his mushroom tip past your uvula and spending it all down your throat until you tap out. it's automatic for him at some point. you've made yourself his stress toy, letting him forget the trouble that waits for him tomorrow in favor of watching his cum dribble past your lips as you sleepily swallow him for the fourth or fifth time tonight.

#keigo takami smut #keigo takami x reader #keigo thirst #hawks thirst #hawks smut #bnha x reader #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo #keigo takami

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kix-mm · 9 months

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Dusty’s letters

Terrifying tantrums

Previous - Next

We saw eye to eye, literally. My mother was an average human, while I was already an inch taller than her at just six years old.

To most people, it would be an absolute nightmare to deal with. Just imagine the temper tantrums of an average child. Kicking, biting, screaming, and sometimes even throwing stuff around. Kids that age didn’t always listen either, and I was no different, except my tantrums were dealt with in a very particular manner.

I still remember the look of distress she gave me when I began my tantrum, tipping everything over, throwing whatever I could lift, flailing my arms around while screaming at the top of my lungs. It all happened in a blur, I remember her grabbing my arm and yelling at me to stop, only for her to be violently smacked… I never meant to hurt her like that, I was just so angry, I knew no better way to express it…

When she flew back and hit the floor I suddenly stopped. She tried to hide the pain she was in by looking away from me, holding her red cheek as blood slowly began dripping from her nose. She was just as shocked as I was. I think that was the first time she felt fearful of her own son, me to be specific. I could tell by her shivering voice and her chocked breath that she wasn’t okay. “Mommy..?” I asked in a sheepish tone. “Andy… go to your room.” She replied, she tried to sound stern and almost got away with it if it wasn’t for a soft sniffle.

It was then that I realized that I had hurt her. Badly. Mommy’s bleeding, I thought. I immediately began to panic and shuffled closer, wanting to hold her, or rather, I wanted her to hold me. “Mommy I’m sorry…” I spoke again, feeling more and more worried as she continued to keep her face hidden from me. I held her arm and tried to make her face me, I was unaware at the time, just how strong I was compared to a human, and that made things unintentionally worse between us.

She looked at me with frantic eyes, quickly wiping her tears off her cheeks and smudging the blood on her white sleeve, I never heard my mother cuss before, but I could hear her whisper in a frustrated tone when she saw the blood stain. "shit..."

I gasped, and my expression only became more worried when I saw my mother's state, her cheek was red, and was already beginning to bruise, her nose had smudged blood under it and her eyes were puffy, worst of all she looked scared... my mom... scared... I was the one she was afraid of, I was the monster that scared mommy... I hurt mommy too, like real bad monsters do...

She pulled away from my grip, but I tightened it "mommy-" my plea was cut short as she pulled away from me once more. "Andy... please... go to your room..."

I hesitated, trying to piece together what I could possibly do to avoid being sent away. But ultimately, I came up with nothing and hung my head low as I slanted to my shared room. I made the effort to make sure none of my brothers were there, reading or having a nap, and I pulled my blanket over myself and hugged my pillow as tight as possible before I let myself cry. It was an unsaid rule in our household, tears were something you didn't show, it just made everyone around you uncomfortable and it drew unwanted attention.

I continued to cry for what felt like half an hour until I felt a familiar weight on my bed, it was Jacob. My eldest brother, the voice of reason and at that particular time, the man of the house.

He rests his hand reassuringly on my back, rubbing ever so gently in an attempt to console me. I sat up and rubbed my puffy eyes. It seemed that every one of my brothers was there.

"W-was I too loud?" I said while still sniffing and rubbing my eyes. "The whole house heard it," Roy said sarcastically, but Jacob shook his head. "Branch, did you hit mom?" He asked in a warm and calm tone, yet his expression was rather serious.

I quickly hid my face in the already soaked pillow and started whimpering again. "I d-didn't mean to!" Jacob rubs my head. "We know, calm down, Branch. We know all too well what you're going through... it happens to all of us." He explained, he was right about that. I wasn't as small as I once was, I couldn't be carried like I was before, and now my strength was catching up to me too.

I'd have to start being careful. Or I could hurt mom again, not just mom, I could hurt anyone, anything... it was all so daunting to think about for someone my age.

Eventually, I built up enough courage to go back to my mother, she sat in the kitchen with an ice pack against her cheek. The dark, puffy bags under her eyes made her look restless, her expression was hard to read at the time, but she looked defeated as a mother.

As soon as my mother noticed me her expression drastically changed, hiding her tired eyes, her broken expression with the same warm eyes I was familiar with. Had she always done that? I worried for her... and she noticed.

"Andy... are you feeling better now?" She asked and gently rubbed my cheek. I immediately melted into her touch, hugging her tight. "I'm sorry, Mommy... I'm sorry I hit you... I'm sorry I hurt you..."

She staggered back as I leaned on her, a habit I had yet to break, but one she didn't mind, no matter how old I got. "Oh Andy... my sweet boy... I forgive you, I did so long ago..." he sighs, her body relaxed. The familiar peace had returned between the two of us...

But from then on out, I made an effort to become more self-conscious in my actions. My brothers were a big help with that. They taught me different ways to let off my steam, and that if things ever got too bad for me that I could always just walk away. Roy said it best, what would they do? Stop me? Unlikely unless they were the same size or taller.

Things... weren't always perfect between mother and I. I did still have my moments, and that wasn't my last tantrum... that wasn't even the last time I hurt her... but that was the biggest stepping stone in my life. And I'll never forget that day.

"Thank you, Branch," the neighbor said as they closed their book and took off their glasses. "It was a pleasure to have you back here again." Just then, a little timer rang, right on the dot.

Branch looked over at the clock that was hung up to the right of him. "So this is it for today, then?" The neighbor nods. "Our next appointment will be the same time next week, as usual, i expect you here on Friday at 6 pm." They said as they got up from their chair and stepped over to the door leading to their terrace.

Dusty was playing outside while waiting for her brother to finish his weekly session. Branch smiled as he watched his sister amuse herself with not a care in the world. "How has school been for Dusty?" The neighbor asks as they push the large doors open for Branch. "She's been well, top of the class in art, actually," Branch said with pride as he pushed his way out of the small office. He called for Dusty, who looked over. Oh boy, she had mud in her hair again. Branch sighed. "I guess tonight's another bath night." The neighbor chuckles. "Does she still hate them?" They ask. "Not as much as she used to, unless I forget the rubber duckies and bubbles." Branch said with an amused smirk.

Before the two left, Dusty handed the neighbor the letter, despite her being able to go over to the neighbor whenever she pleased. She seemed to prefer writing instead, and truth be told, the neighbor loved it just as much.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Not sure if this is how you request but i couldn’t get it out my mind🤷‍♀️ maybe a teacher reader with a student Larissa. Of age and can be platonic or smut or whatever its your choice?

Heyyy anon! I love this idea. It’s sounds so intriguing and has me thinking how that dynamic would work… I’m going with smut lol. Larissa is of age. I imagine young Larissa to be quite insecure so I went off of that.

Mind’s Betrayal~ student!Larissa Weems & Fem teacher!reader

Mommy…Master List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, fluff, smut, fingering, finger riding, age gap (age gap but all legal), kissing, hickeys, implied future smut

Enjoy (;

Larissa rolled her eyes at all the PDA morticia and gomez were showing lately. Especially today in history.

They were holding hands, cuddling, kissing, you name it.

It was working Larissa up.

Finally, the bell rang and the students started to file out of your class.

Larissa had had enough of morticia and gomez, so she decided she would speak to you after class.

“Ma’am, can I speak to you for a few minutes?” Larissa asked you.

You looked up to meet her tall gaze from your desk.

You’d always liked Larissa. If you were being honest, you liked her more than you were supposed to. But regardless, she was always a good student.

“Yes, Ms. Weems?” You replied, after probably lingering your eyes at her physique for too long.

“I wanted to talk to you about Morticia and Gomez.” Larissa matter of factly stated.

“What about them?”

“Well, some have said that their PDA is distracting and disturbing…”

Without thinking you immediately quipped back, “And do those people have no one to display affections with?”

You were quite stunned with yourself that your inner sarcasm had surfaced that easily.

Larissa was shook a bit as well.

“Excuse me?”

You had had a long day and just didn’t want to beat around the bush anymore, “Larissa, what’s the real reason they bother you?”

Larissa felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight to her core at you saying her name.

“It’s innapropriate.” She matter of factly stated.

“Really?” You sarcastically quipped, “Is that the real reason, Larissa?”

Larissa shivered at the mention of her name again.

“Now may be a great time to tell you that I read minds, my love.” You purred with a smirk.

Larissa’s face gawked and panicked.

“I… what…” she was at a loss for words, and the nickname had made her knickers wet.

“Larissa, it’s alright to show and want affection…” you said with care.

Larissa gulped, her mind going into a frenzy.

Suddenly tears started to slowly stream down her face, “But what if I don’t deserve affection…?” Larissa chocked out.

You immediately came over to the other side of the desk and embraced the tall blonde.

“Oh my darling, you of all people deserve affection. Your beautiful. Inside and out.” You whispered into her ear, as Larissa silently cried out.

You hesitated before offering what was to follow, but you couldn’t stand to watch Larissa suffer any longer.

“Can I show you, my love?” You gently asked.

“What?” Larissa chocked out, still wrapped in your embrace with her head in the crane of your neck.

“Can I show you how beautiful I find you?” You repeated your offer.

Larissa looked at you in confusion.

“Here, sit on the desk, love.”

Larissa did as she was told.

You gently grabbed her hands and began, “As a telepath, I can read minds yes, but I can also project my mind into someone else’s.”

Larissa nodded, following along.

“Would you like me to do that for you? You would be in complete control. If you don’t want to hear a thought or see a image of mine, you can simply push it away.”

“Ok…” Larissa whispered, wiping her tears off her face.

“Ok, and if you want to stop at any time, all you have to do is pull your hands away from mine, understand?”

Larissa nodded.

“Alright dear, close your eyes and clear your mind. I’m opening my mind to yours.”

Larissa gasped and you felt her enter your mind.

You watched Larissa go through your thoughts of her behavior in your class, your thoughts of her work, your thoughts on seeing her at social events.

Such a intelligent student…

A proper Lady if I’ve seen one…

etc…

She then got to your thoughts and images on herself. Her clothes, her body, her face.

She truly is a beauty…

Her clothes curve her figure so well…

etc…

This was all you meant for Larissa to see, but she wasn’t breaking the connection. She wouldn’t get out of your mind.

What if she saw your true feelings?

Then you witnessed Larissa come across your images of her.

A tear of joy rolled off of Larissa’s cheek, as she saw how beautiful you found her.

But then she heard a strange yet familiar sound.

You started to panic as Larissa followed the noise.

You were horrified as you found Larissa in front of one of your fantasies.

Larissa was riding your fingers on top of your lap, as your whispered strings of praises and nicknames into her ear and Larissa was moaning more and more, rutting her hips into your fingers…

Suddenly, the connection ended.

But it had been there long enough for you to have a solid spot of wetness in your knickers.

You snapped back to reality, to find Larissa had pulled her hands away and was staring at you in shock.

You were horrified as well, that she had to see that.

“Larissa, I am truly sorry you had to see that. I know that it’s extremely inappropriate—” you began to ramble into an apology, but Larissa cut you off.

“You want me?” Larissa spoke softly with a broken voice.

“Yes.” You confessed in a hush tone.

“Why?” She asked.

You looked up, heart broken that she didn’t see her beauty.

When you didn’t respond, Larissa did, “Can you show me?”

You were stunned at first by the tall, blonde’s inniciative.

“Oh.”

You had to way out your options very carefully…

Larissa took your hesitancy as a no, and she began to leave.

But you grabbed her before she could leave, smashing your lips against hers.

Larissa was timid to reciprocate at first, but quickly caught on, letting you lead the kiss.

You gently bit Larissa’s lower lip, gaining entrance into her mouth.

Larissa stifled a moan as your tongue explores her wet cavern.

You pulled back at that, making Larissa stifle a whimper.

“No. Let me hear you.” You reassured her, moving her shirt to the side so that you could kiss up her neck.

You continued to pepper Larissa’s neck and up to her face with kisses and markings.

Once you had finished, you snickered at her appearance.

Larissa, who was thoroughly basking in your affection, broke from her trance and looked at you with conern.

“Look in the mirror, love.” You gently said, indicating to the mirror by your desk.

Larissa went over to your mirror, to find her entire neck and face covered in lipstick marks and hickeys.

Larissa was speechless and was blushing hard.

You leaned across your desk to give her one last peck on her lips.

“That’s how beautiful you are.”

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sgiandubh · 6 months

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I’m reading the new Clanlands book. I was hoping it would be a fun read like the first one, no narrative. I’ve now read two different passages in the book where Sam talks about running into a woman he finds attractive whether it’s a hotel patron, hotel staff, or shop worker, including this passage about Valentines Day. He hoped to ask the woman making his smoothie on a date and instead ended up alone in his hotel room on Valentine’s Day dreaming about a romantic night in his hotel room with the fantasy date that never came to fruition.

I wish for once we shippers could get a win instead of taking one step forward and two steps back if you know what I mean. It’s hard to hold out hope of Sam and Cait ever coming out publicly when there’s interviews and books filled with the narrative.

Dear Valentine's Day Anon,

You start with a lie. You are not reading that book. You have read someone else's (dutiful Marple, as always, all hands on deck) choice of salacious/commercial/crappy sentimental passages of a 150 to 200 pages book chock-a-block full with other things. You, therefore, have an F- from me for laziness and naïveté. When you speak about a text, any text (and this, Anon, scarcely is literature), please be honest with yourself and wait until the end. The same way you should never judge a book by its cover, do not judge a book by some excerpts someone picked up in order to show you how desperate the author is to sell it.

Reading is a personal affair. Buy the book. Read it all. And then you'll be qualified to have a grounded opinion. I am not in a hurry to read it and I certainly had no hopes he would give us a single ounce of his reality or truth in a commercial companion to a TV show, as this book clearly is.

Then, there's also that: it is a ghostwritten book and not a very good one. Travel books are also always rife with false self-references and I hope, for one, you do not believe there is anything remotely objective in Marco Polo's Book of the Marvels of the World (some say he never got where he told all the Western World he did!). And if Marco Polo himself lied shamelessly, why wouldn't SRH do exactly the same, for the needs of a scantily cobbled show where he is playing the decoratively fit clown along his older, wiser, nerdy companion?

I was shown the reactions to those dutifully poisonous posts. A mob, cackling and the host gleefully throwing gasoline on that fire (but oh, no: she is not a hater - my foot she isn't). The only comment that truly broke my heart, Anon, is this one:

What a terrible person must the woman who wrote that be! What a horrible, empty life she must have! Please, for the name of everything holy, leave Chrissie Heughan out of your putrid pettiness! She raised her boys by herself and with very little. Whoever wrote this comment should really, really be ashamed of herself. She can even say whatever she wants about SRH, but she should leave his family out of her hatred. Not a single woman in that thread corrected or challenged her. Not. A. Single. One.

You also tell me you are tired with the tango. I also think no real shipper could fall, by now, for these tired tricks. And if you do believe the interviews and books more than they should be, you are the perfect fodder for those interviews and books that can and should be questioned, as anything else in this strange story is critically questioned every single day.

So you see, Anon, I will perhaps be interested in your grounded opinion the day you will come back after reading the whole book, not Marple's Reader Digest version. If anything, your uninformed, gluttonous curiosity backfired. Unless you came here to spread the holy shite on this doorknob, too. But that is your problem, Anon. Not mine.

#Anon #fandom

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bihanspookies · 4 months

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Could you do headcanons of Ghost, Gaz, Soap and Graves challenging the reader to marksman contest? (You can choose who wins in each)

Forgive me, bc I am not a Graves girly so I turned to the best Graves fucker I know @chadillacboseman for assistance

Regardless I hope you enjoy 🫡

Ghost

• Congratulations! You almost caused a mission to go straight into hell and your Lieutenant was pissed. It was an accident really, what should’ve been a single headshot turned into one grazing the enemy’s head and then another that hit where it was supposed to in the first place.

• Ghost had pulled you aside back at base, questioning your skills and if you were actually competent enough to be a soldier.

• Of course you were competent enough! If you weren’t you wouldn’t be here now would you? But your LT seems to think otherwise, putting you to a test to see if you could get a better score than him.

“You get a better score, I’ll let you off the hook and won’t put this in your file. Understood?”

You gave a firm yes, loading your gun and waiting for Ghost to go first. You barely clicked it into place before he started to unload all his bullets into the target, all of them right on or near the center.

He turns to you, expressionless and places his gun on the table. He says nothing except crosses his arms over his broad chest and that’s when you realize he’s waiting for you to go.

You scramble back into your booth, slipping your earmuffs and protective goggles on. You grab your gun and point, taking a deep breath to steady yourself before you fire off.

Of course the first one is massively off course, having you internally curse before slapping yourself mentally to get your head in the game. You wanted to look good in front of your Lieutenant, show him that you were meant to be here but he was making it increasingly hard with his intimidating presence.

Steadily you regained yourself, focusing your attention on the target and you let the bullets loose. Not quite as great as Ghost but close enough. You slipped your earmuffs around your neck, turning back to look at him and waiting for his feedback. He simply stared at you, saying nothing before handing you more bullets.

“Again.”

Gaz

• It can’t just be work work work on the base, you gotta have some fun too every once in a while.

• You guys were chugging a few beers, still buzzing from an earlier mission that went off without a hitch. So naturally he asks if you want to head to the range for a little ‘friendly competition’.

• It was friendly in the beginning until he realized that you were slowly getting better shots than him. Quicker than quick he sobered up.

“Just a little ‘friendly competition’ hm?” You teased, watching him concentrate as he puts another hole right in the center of the target. He laughs, removing his earmuffs and giving you one of his famous smiles.

“What can I say? You just bring out the competitor in me, darling.”

You can’t help but chuckle, giving a pat on his back before going back to it and determined to get a better score.

You’re still there about an hour later, neither of you letting up and wanting the other to win.

“Last round, love?” Gaz says, reloading his gun before stepping back into his booth.

“Oh scared that I’m going to beat you?” You can’t help but poke fun him, his beautiful eyes sparkling in amusement as a fit of laughter escapes him.

“Terrified.”

In less than a minute both your pistols are empty, Gaz pulling in the sheets that was were chock full of holes. He rips his off and holds it up to compare to yours.

“Just as I suspected.”

You go to his side to look, ready to rub your victory in his face.

“A tie!”

He smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Next time I’ll be the winner, love.” He winks at you, resting his head on top of yours.

Soap

• You were outside practicing, needing to let off some steam after a not so friendly review from your captain. Your shots were wild and off center, too consumed by your frustration to actually try and get good hits in.

• You don’t even hear Soap come up behind you and watch as you shoot bullet after bullet, making him wince every time you missed.

• After a while he finally had enough, catching you when you emptied your gun by placing a soft but firm hand on your shoulder.

“Jesus bonnie, you’re shootin’ like shit out here.” He tries to make you laugh, sensing the tension in your body. You only shake him off and groan, going back to reload your gun before he stops you again.

“C’mon now, let’s do this properly yeah?” He fixes your stance, body behind yours as he guides your movements and gives you pointers right in your ear.

“Just. Breathe.”

Your shots are better sure but that doesn’t make you any less upset and he can tell. He grabs your attention once more, a look of concern on his face.

“Tell you what darling, you get a better score than me I’ll let you buy me dinner.”

That makes you crack a smile, tilting your head in confusion as you hear his proposition.

“Shouldn’t it be you that buys me dinner if I win?”

He grins wide at you, winking before grabbing his own gun and getting ready to aim and fire. Later when both your targets are full of holes, you can already tell he’s won before even seeing it up close. Your mood sours again but you do your best to hide it.

“So, where would you like to go for dinner?” He asks you, making you look at him in confusion.

“But I lost?”

“Aye, and I won. So now I get to treat you out to dinner. Again I ask, where would you like to go?”

Graves

• Now what were you thinking accepting a challenge from Graves of all people. Have you seen how cocky and arrogant he is, of course he’s gonna go all out in this.

• Shows off his skills because if you didn’t pick it up already, he’s doing this to impress you (don’t ask about his backwards logic that to impress you he’s gonna kick your ass)

• He can and WILL use pet names bc one he’s a flirt and two he wants to try and throw you off your game.

“C’mon sweetheart just a quick game, just you n me, out in the woods and shooting the shit. Whaddya say?” He’s got his hands on his hips, a confident smirk, and his rifle perched on his back. You roll your eyes so hard that you see stars but you can’t deny that his smug attitude and that good ol’ Southern charm does tug at your curiosity.

Sure you were a good shooter but were you good enough to beat him?

Short answer is: no

But damn if you didn’t have Graves sweating in his boots when it was your turn. Especially when you were so far hitting every can without even breathing.

“C’mon baby c’mon baby…” He’s muttering to himself, watching as you set up to take the final shot at a swinging can. He’s counting on the wind and his own presence to distract you and throw you off guard.

He almost wanted to hold back his yell of glee when your bullet grazed the can instead of sniping it clean off. Instead he settled for a very sarcastic and fake sound of disappointment.

“Fuck darlin’, sure is a shame.” He puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head, tutting his tongue before turning to you with a big smile.

“Now about that bet.”

“We didn’t make a bet.”

“Oh, didn’t we? Well I won and I’m saying we did so.” He pretends to inspect his nails before looking you up and down, shamelessly ogling you.

“I got a few ideas in mind for this winner.”

#cod #call of duty #cod x reader #ghost x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #graves x reader #ghost #simon riley #soap mactavish #Gaz #graves #phillip graves #kyle garrick #my writings

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crimsonfic · 10 months

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Sanemi Shinazugawa Fanfiction- Turbulence

Foreign Musician Y/N

Subjects: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Gore, Death, Blood, Vulgar language, Mature Language & Content, other sensitive subjects

8 Chapters

Chapter 4

Chapter includes: Explicit language, Smut, Fluff,

You woke up to the smell of some tantalizing food. Your eyes fluttering open slowly as your lids still felt heavy with sleep. As you took in your surroundings you were confused. You were in Sanemi's room.

You were in Sanemi's room.

You woke up in Sanemi's room.

Sitting up quickly you looked around. The sun was beaming brightly into the room, despite the curtains being drawn, you were still naked. Memories of your clothes being torn coming back to you.

You were about to get up when Sanemi walked into the room with a bowl of hot steaming food. The smell that woke you, making your mouth water.

"Hey Sleepy head." Sanemi mumbled.

You would've been taken aback if you weren't so hungry. "Hey." You smiled up at him.

"Here." He said louder as he handed you the bowl.

"Thank you." You replied before digging in. Smiling at the fact that he brought you a spoon. "Where's yours?"

"I ate already." He replied "while I was out."

You simply nodded. You had so many questions, but you weren't going to ask them.

"You have to stay here." He told you suddenly.

Your eyebrow quirked up at his remark. "Forever?" You asked between bites. You were just joking but you were a little confused.

"No just until a little while later." He answered.

You smiled at him. Of course you knew that, you just wanted to mess with him. You nodded your head.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked.

Surprised but determined not to show it you nodded once more. "Really good. I didn't realize I was so tired."

Now it was his turn to nod.

As you continued eating he stayed standing beside the bed. Arms crossed as he mostly looked at the floor. He was always a little stand offish but you were getting subtle different vibes from him this time. You chocked it up to him being regretful for being rough with you, which is a surprise in and of itself.

"Why are you just standing there?" You smiled.

He shrugged.

"You don't want to sit down?"

"No not really."

"Oh okay." You nod, almost finished with your rice in the short amount of time.

"So you left me here?" You added as the room grew silent again.

Instead of rolling his eyes at you like you anticipated, his eyes widened before he quickly tried to cover it. "Yeah, is that problem?"

"No. It's just...really trusting of you to leave me here."

Now he rolls his eyes. "We see each other every single day. You think I don't trust you?"

You loved messing with Sanemi. He was so easy to annoy although you're sure partially your presence was annoying to him in general. "Well it's not that really, it's just....leaving me here gives strong boyfriend vibes."

There he was. The Sanemi you were used to. The Sanemi you loved despite how cold he could be.

He was holding the bridge of his noise. Teeth barred in annoyance, as if he was trying to get himself under control.

"You need to let that go. I don't want to hear that word from you today."

"What word? Boyfriend?"

He responded with a pointed glare at you.

"What? Maybe if you stopped acting like one I wouldn't have to suggest that's what you are."

"For fucks sake, shutup." He said.

You smiled finishing up your meal. When you were about to stand Sanemi stopped you. Reaching out for the bowl and gesturing irritably with his hand for you to hurry and give it to him when you froze.

He took it from you and left the room before coming back. Of course he came right back into his spot beside the bed, folding his arms like it was his job.

"Okay, why are you just standing there peering down at me. Am I in trouble?" You smile.

Sanemi adverts his eyes. He shrugs.

"Why are you so quiet? You usually talk more than this."

"I do not."

He's right. But you were messing with him. It was your second job after all.

"Why are you standing there? Afraid to sit with me?"

And the smallest flash of worry and hesitation passed across his features but you managed to catch it. It made your heart rate speed up. Reminding you of how gentle he was with you just a few hours ago as he bathed you.

"Hey, you know....about earlier....I'm not mad at you or anything right?"

His response you weren't ready for. You don't know what you expected but it wasn't for him to sound so.....tiny. Almost....saddened.

"Why?" Was all he said, but his tone spoke volumes.

"I-I know you didn't mean it."

"How?"

"You've never spoken to me like that before. You've never.....held me tighter than you needed to and never ignored me." You quickly added "never ignored me during sex I mean."

He slowly nodded. Sitting down beside the bed cross legged.

You could see his remorse...or maybe it was shame....radiating off of him.

You tried not to, you really did, but like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to him.

You laid down so you were right in front of him. Your head propped up on your arms.

"Do you....maybe want to talk about what upset you?"

You're not sure what was going through his head but you could see some sort of turmoil brewing behind his eyes. He gritted his teeth and crossed his arms once more. "Not really no."

"Okay." It was your turn to nod. You quickly changed the subject for him, not wanting him to sit in anger.

"You got some clothes for me to wear or am I just going to walk around your house naked?"

Sanemi, ever observant, saw that little glint in your eye. He chose to ignore it however, opting instead to stand and walk over to his dresser. He pulled out a robe and threw it at you.

"Thanks sexy." You laughed, sitting up to put it on.

"Don't start." He told you.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just calling you by your name." You joked.

As you stood up, you realized that the robe almost fit you perfectly. But of course, Sanemi liked to show off his body of course he wouldn't buy a robe that could actually close over his deliciously sculpted chest.

"So, are you going to let me finally look around your house now that you've demanded I stay here for a while?"

"Sure." He answered walking over to his door.

You were stunned, but in an effort not to upset him, you kept your shock hidden. You followed behind him out to the kitchen. "I'm pretty sure you've seen this before."

"I've never been in your kitchen lover." You said casually looking around. It was a nice kitchen, and it was large. It was unsurprisingly clean as well. You learned in the last couple of months that although Sanemi himself was a storm, his cleanliness and home was not. It was spotless. Atleast what you could see, which was always the dark living room, his bedroom and his bathroom.

After the kitchen he walked you into the dining room. Which was also dark and clean. Accents of green popping out from paintings on the wall and small sculptures that comprised of leaves and bamboo. It was actually quite nice.

Next he lead you to another bathroom. It was simple, and this one had a shower. After, he led you upstairs. There were 2 other bedrooms and one bathroom.

"So that's it. Nothing special." He said as he led you back downstairs after letting you look through the bare rooms.

"And outside?"

"What the hell do you want to see outside for?"

"Don't you have a garden?"

"I guess."

"You guess that you have a garden?"

"I mean I guess that you want to see it."

You laughed at his words, and the bored look on his face. He shook his head but lead you out the back door, onto his veranda. In front of you was an expanse of lush green. There was a stone walkway leading to various areas of the garden. Looking down at your toes, you saw how shiny and nice the floor beneath you was. His backyard was massive and you didn't even know where to begin.

You pointed to this area off to the right where the large stoned walkway lead to a large space with a mixture of stone flooring and grass. There were rocks, some covered in moss, in various sizes, a large tree off to the side, and you couldn't help but think that it was a designated area for something. It just looked too cool not to be.

"What's that?"

"Um...the garden?" Sanemi furrowed his brows at you.

"No. No I mean like....why does it look so different from everything else?"

"Because it does."

You sighed. "Sanemi." You shook your head. "I hear water." You said suddenly.

"Yeah there's a pond back there."

You gasped. "Can I see it?"

"Sure." Sanemi shrugged.

Before he could stop you, you stepped down from the veranda barefooted, happily walking over to the large stone near you. You purposely stepped on the large rocks, making your way along the trail until you reached the back of the garden. The rock path went all along the long "pond" just before the gate signaling the end of his property. Along the gate were trees and more shrubbery, some sculptures placed here and there. It was beautiful back here. In the pond were more rocks strategically placed in differing tones of light and dark. When you saw a orange and white fish swim past you almost squealed in excitement. When a yellow one swam past you lost it.

"You have fish!?" You exclaimed, getting on the ground and leaning over the pond to look closely at them.

They were so cute, you've never seen fish like this in person. They looked almost elegant.

You sat staring at the fish as they swam, unfazed by your presence. When you caught a glimpse of an all white one you gasped again. Just how many fish does he have? You thought to yourself. You caught a glimpse of a black and white fish, and you got up to follow it. Fascinated by it as it swam slowly, all the way to the other end of the garden. Down here was a small bench, with a lamp post just behind it. With the sun out it was light enough to still see clearly but you can imagine with the cover of the large trees on this end, it would be pitch black here at night. You sat down on the bench. Taking a deep breath to inhale the fresh aroma and clean air around you. It was nothing like home.

You loved it.

As you sat you realized you zoned out. Your mind had gone completely blank and you had no idea how long you had been sitting there.

You got up quickly saying bye to the fish, before following the stone trail back to the house. When it came into view you could see Sanemi sitting just within the doorway.

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Sanemi's POV

"She lives." I said sarcastically as she came walking back towards the house. She was out there for 30 minutes.

"Sorry." She laughed. "I zoned out by accident. Why didn't you tell me you had fish?"

She's so fucking cute. How the fuck can she be cute and sexy all at the same time? She's going to be the death of me.

"They're just fish." I told her watching her step back up onto the veranda.

"Your fish. I didn't know you had any why didn't you tell me." She repeated slightly pouting as if I was holding some big secret from her.

"They're not my fish. They're just fish."

"You bought them didn't you? And they live here at your house in your pond. They're family. They're your fish." She said walking over to me.

I did my best to hold in the exasperated sigh I had for her. They certainly were not my family, but I guess they were my fish.

I gestured for her to sit down.

She obeyed, saying nothing but searching my face for an explanation.

I pulled over the bucket from beside me and then held my hand out to her. She was about to give me her hand when I pushed it away.

"Your foot."

"My foot?" She asked but lifted it out to me.

As expected it was filthy. I grabbed it and began scrubbing it with the sponge from the bucket. She bit her lip turning her head to the side.

"Grow up." I told her.

"Sorry." She mumbled still holding her laugh in. When I finished I dropped her foot in my lap and then started on the other. When I finished she let out a big breath.

"Child."

"Shutup." She smiled.

"Next time, put some slippers on before you go out."

"Okay." She answered.

I pulled her up with me, grabbing the bucket before leading her back into the house.

I went to dump the water in the shower while she stopped in the living room. When I came back out she was leaning down looking at my beetle in his terrain.

"What's this bug called again?" She asked pointing to it.

"You ask a lot of questions."

She only turned to look at me, an expectant look on her face.

I walked over towards her and sat on the couch. "It's a rhinoceros beetle."

"Does it bite?"

"Stick your hand in there and find out."

I wasn't expecting her to really do it, but she did. He began hissing.

"You're pissing him off."

"Oh." She said abruptly taking her hand out. "Sorry Beetle sir." She said lightly tapping the glass.

Fucking cute. Ugh.

"Do you know what time it is?" She asked moving to sit on the couch opposite me.

"No."

"I have work tonight. So I'll have to get going soon."

For some reason, I felt discomfort in my chest. But I spoke anyway. "Okay."

She cocked her head at me. "So, what exactly am I waiting for?"

I shrugged my shoulders. I'm not going to tell her. It's supposed to be a gift. She's gonna have to wait and see.

"If you don't want me to leave you can just say that. I wouldn't be surprised that you're finally acknowledging your feelings for me."

I was choking. Choking on my own spit. She was a mess. It was only after I stopped choking that I realized she was waiting for me to say something.

"Shutup." Was all I could manage, making her laugh out loud.

She laid back on the couch, crossing her legs at the ankles. "Thank you." She said suddenly.

I didn't ask what she meant. I knew what she was referring to. She's only been begging with her stupid fucking expressive eyes to stay over here and spend time with me since we started having sex.

"Don't think you can stay all the time. I don't need any distractions."

"I don't need any distractions." She mocked me in an obnoxiously low voice that didn't sound anything like mine.

I gave her the finger, to which she only waved off.

"Sanemi?" She spoke after some time passed of us sitting in silence.

"What?"

"Tell me something about you, that nobody else knows."

"We fuck everyday."

She sighed heavily and I felt no remorse. This is not a conversation we are going to have.

It appeared she was going to drop the topic though. "What should we do?" She asked, repositioning herself on the couch so that now she was laying flat on her back, eyes up at the ceiling.

I shrugged.

"You want to go somewhere?"

"You don't have any clothes right now."

"Oh yeah." She said rolling her eyes. "I think I know what we can do."

"What?"

Instead of answering with words, she uncrossed her legs, obnoxiously seductive somehow, and began to rub slow circles against her clit.

It shouldn't have surprised me. The fucking minx was insatiable. But it still managed to take me by surprise anyway. She opened her legs giving herself better access. I could only watch her as she touched herself. It was so hot the way she seemed perfectly into it. Sounds of her slick filling the room in the short amount of time.

Fuck it, I thought as I sat up to get a better look at her. Just a few seconds later she pushed one pretty finger deep inside her core, letting out an equally pretty moan.

That was enough for me. I got up to close the distance between us. Sitting between her legs, I lost the little amount of restraint I had. I pulled her hand from her cunt and leaned forward until I could taste her. Licking a fat strip up her clit, savoring her sweet essence, earned me the cutest fucking whimper.

I lapped up all that she gave me, licking and sucking on her perfect clit. Her sounds motivating me to continue. She could go for a while, I learned in my time with her, so it surprised me when she came so quickly. It had only been maybe 4 minutes.

I looked up at her. Disappointed in her inability to last longer for me because I was enjoying myself. Enjoying her. "What the hell was that?"

A small smile appeared on her face as she let out a little huff of air. "Sorry. I don't know, you're just so skilled San."

My eyebrow quirked, caught off guard. "San?"

"Yeah." She smiled more.

I wanted to tell her not to shorten my name. It would've irked me if someone else had done it. But I didn't feel irritated by her doing it.

I pushed the thought out of my head as I stood to untie my robe. It was no time at all before I was back between her legs, grabbing onto her hips and pushing into her sopping core.

She gasped as I bottomed out. I rolled my eyes though I felt no annoyance. "You act like you don't know what to expect."

"Just feels so good." She murmured grabbing onto my wrists.

When she pulled them, I got the message. I placed my hands on either side of her head, as much as the couch would allow before leaning over her, burying myself deeper into her. She responded with another small gasp, before biting her lip.

I inwardly shook my head at her. She had a way of acting like it was our first time doing this together. I however, liked the sound, so I kept my pace slow, pushing my self as deep as her heat would allow each thrust, letting the tip of my head rest again that soft gummy wall inside of her that always made her gasp or squeak. A small almost unnoticeable shudder happened each time I slowly pulled away from my favorite spot. It was fascinating watching her. Rewarding even. No one had ever been this expressive before. Sure they've been loud, they've scratched my back, they've screamed, some cried, they shook and trembled too, but somehow always remained anxious.

But her, she was completely relaxed. Every part of her reacted to me simultaneously but softly. She was comfortable. It's something I can't quite explain but it's like she would completely melt, or like she was always fully giving herself to me. Fully immersed into what we were doing together.

I let my eyes rake over her perfect body beneath me. She looked so soft; she was; always. I leaned down on my forearm, shifting my weight to rest on the one arm while I let my left hand roam across her. I gathered her perfect breast into my palm, squeezing softly what I held. Her breathing hitched momentarily at the action. She let out one of those cute whimpers I like when I squeezed again.

Releasing her from my palm I trailed down her side, my thumb grazing along the softness of her abdomen, all the way down until I reached her hip. I softly squeezed her here too. I didn't realize that while watching her, to wait for her reaction I had stopped my strokes. It wasn't until she spoke.

"Sanemi please." She whined. But it wasn't annoying, and it didn't piss me off. It was cute.

"Sorry." I answered quietly, heat rising to my ears. Luckily her eyes have been closed so she couldn't see me. I made sure to keep my thrusts measured this time, not letting my admiring of her body distract me from fucking her.

Damn it, what the fuck is wrong with me. That's literally what I'm doing. Admiring her. Fucking hell.

I put my hand back up beside her before shifting my weight back over her, now on both forearms, the heat from her body rolling into mine.

I was caught off guard by her hands softly grabbing onto my sides, gently pulling me closer to her. "You're so good San." She mumbles, a small smile on her face as she watches where I disappear into her.

I ignore her compliment focused now on how close we were and how good it feels inside her. Her thumbs gently rubbed against my abdomen and it felt like too much. My hips stuttered, it caught me off guard again. She was being gentle with me. Admiring me.

My suspicions were confirmed when she brought both of her palms up the planes of my chest, beginning to caress me. I wanted to roll my eyes at her but the look in her eyes stopped me. She looked to be mesmerized. Instead of feeling confident and maybe repulsed like I would if it was some other woman I felt shy.

Like a fucking loser.

She let her hands glide to my back. The sound of her slick still the loudest in the room. When I felt her hands travel down to my hips pulling me deeper I felt turned on all over again, a small growl leaving my throat on its own.

I wasn't looking at her, purposely, but I could hear her smirk. I let my gaze meet her face this time, only to find her already looking at me. Before I could look away she let out the prettiest moan I've ever heard. Her eyes fluttered closed as I made sure to repeat the stroke. She quickly bit her lip, holding back a whine it seemed like.

I kept up my pace watching her face as I fucked her. Nice and slow. The way she loved apparently.

When a rather abrupt shudder went through her, I knew she was close. Her legs clamped against mine, her grip on me tightened and her breaths became short pants. Her walls were milking me for everything I had. I had to bury my face in her neck, to keep quiet. I bit her neck as I came, or else I would've made a fool of myself. I would've moaned louder than her.

I felt her come before hearing her come. It felt like a waterfall. Followed by the sound of her sinful moans.

As I sat waiting for her to finish I realized she wasn't stopping. She was still trembling, still holding me tight and still moaning.

Her brows furrowed cutely as each tremor shook her.

A surge of pride began building in my chest, realizing she was having this long of a response. She was overstimulated and it was quickly making me grow back hard.

I couldn't help myself as I pushed myself deeper into her.

"Oh fuck. Sa-San-Sanemi!" She said, her legs trembling more.

That was all the motivation I needed to keep fucking her. And this time it only took a minute tops for us to come together again.

"Thank you." She mumbled hugging me briefly as I rested atop of her.

"For what? Fucking you?" The tiredness of my voice pissed me off but I ignored it.

"Yes." She laughed.

"Anytime." I answered playfully before pulling out to stand up. "We made a huge mess on this couch." I said as I absently held my hand out to help her up.

"Sorry. I'll clean it."

"Good. Damn minx ruining my furniture."

Her answering laugh was loud.

And cute.

I hated it.

I didn't realize I was still holding her hand until we got to my bathroom. I quickly let go and grabbed a cloth, running it under the faucet. I handed it to her before wetting another for myself.

She remained quiet as we cleaned ourselves but I could honestly feel the questions she wanted to ask me.

"What?" I asked.

She made a face. One of confusion before speaking. "Are you hearing things? I didn't say nothin'."

"No, I know. But you want to. I can feel it, so what is it?"

She giggled. An actual fucking giggle.

"I'm just thinking about how handsome you are. No questions."

"Don't start." I told her while tying up my robe. "Put your cloth in there." I pointed over to my hamper beside the sink before walking out of the bathroom.

Not long after she came into the room behind me.

"What are you looking at?" She asked now standing beside me at the window.

"Nothing."

She shrugged and stepped closer to me, following my gaze.

"You have a really nice house." She spoke after a few moments of silence. "A really cool yard too. I like how it's hidden almost."

I looked at her. Her eyes were scanning across the front. Considering she's come here almost everyday for 2 months, you'd think she'd be less dorky about it.

"You walk through the yard everyday to get here. Don't be weird like you've never seen it before."

She faked a look of shock. "Oh hush San, I'm just saying. I know I've never told you so I'm telling you now."

"Mhm." I answered.

She tightened her robe and then turned to leave the room, but not before pushing me.

I didn't pay her any mind and I relished in the newfound absence. I needed to think.

There were too many thoughts in my head, conflicting thoughts, and it was driving me mad.

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You were sitting on the veranda out back when Sanemi finally came to you.

"Your clothes are ready." His voice, deep and demanding, called.

You stood and followed him back inside. When he gestured to a pile of folded clothes you pursed your lips in confusion.

"What's all of that?" You asked.

Sanemi grumbled something under his breath. You only stared at him, waiting expectantly.

"It's yours. I....I'm sorry about your dress. I got more to make it up to you. Because it was a really nice dress. These aren't as nice as what you usually wear but it's the best I could get it in just one day." By now he's almost rubbed the skin on his neck completely off with his nervous movement.

"Sanemi..." you started, surprised. "I....thank you." You settled for the shortest answer. Coming from Sanemi this was a big deal. Not to mention the quality of the fabrics were clearly top tier.

"She um...tried to fix the one I tore but she said it would take her more time."

"Thank you." You repeated with a nod, letting your hand graze down the folded pile gently. "I guess I'll get dressed."

You grabbed the one on top, it was a deep red, and went into his bathroom. After getting it on, you were surprised at how well it fit you. It was very comfortable and although it wasn't your usual style it was pretty.

"What do you think?" You asked Sanemi when you came back to the living room.

He nodded his head quickly, eyes darting all over your figure, taking in the ensemble.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"I do."

He nodded his head in finality. "Okay."

After a few beats of silence you spoke. "I guess that I'll get going. I have a show tonight and have to get ready."

"Alright." Sanemi said from his place beside the couch.

You gathered all of your new clothes and tried your best to ignore the big heavy sinking feeling in your chest.

"I'll um....see you tomorrow?" You said as you walked over to the door.

"Yeah. Tomorrow." he answered.

"Okay. Have a good evening Sanemi." You slid your feet into your shoes and grabbed the door handle.

You're used to Sanemi being quiet, you're used to him not responding to basic courtesy's, but for some reason the silence this time was leaving a dull ache in your heart.

At this realization, you were quick to get away from there.

This is bad you thought, as you hurried out and down the walk way to the outer gate.

You were so attached. Too attached.

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Your heart leapt into your throat when you saw Sanemi in the crowd during your performance. You knew you were feeling his stormy presence but when your eyes landed on him you almost lost your breath and was just slightly off key on your note. Of course no one noticed but the boys.

You winked at Brass's questioning expression in an effort to let him know you were fine. You continued your performance without anymore mess ups.

It was to your surprise that when the crowd dispersed Sanemi was still there. He appeared to be waiting for you.

"We'll pack up, you can go talk to your boo thing." Brass playfully batted his lashes at you from where he knelt at his cases.

"Thanks." You smiled before walking down the stairs at the back of the stage. You felt nervous as you made your way back to the front to meet him. You don't see him twice in one day often, and if you do, he's usually gone before the performance ends, but now he's waiting for you. What could that mean?

Nevertheless, you smile when you reach him. "Hey."

"Hey." He replied. His hands were in his pockets and he wore loose gray pants and a loosely tied matching top.

"Did you like the show?" You asked.

"Yeah I did."

You nodded. The question you wanted to ask you thought might upset him so you let it sit on your tongue, contemplating whether you should ask or not.

"Your hair."

"Oh, yeah. I uh straightened it." You smoothed down your freshly styled hair. Patting down the areas that felt poofy from sweating while performing. Normally you would've styled it but you ran out of time to do anything special.

Sanemi's stormy eyes had not met yours yet, instead he's been taking in your appearance slowly. Looking everywhere but your face.

"Hm. Did it take a...long time?"

A question about your day. That was new.

"Yes actually." You smiled.

"Hm. So you made it back in time?"

"I did."

"You have plans for the night?"

Those subtle nerves turned into big butterflies. Filling your belly so much it was almost uncomfortable.

"I don't." You paused. You wanted to ask why. Tease him and ask if he was trying to take you on a date, but your newfound nerves would not let you.

"Good."

Your heartbeat was erratic at this point. It only worsened as he finally met your gaze.

"Why?"

Sanemi gave an exasperated look. "You know the answer. Now come on." He responded walking the direction to your home. Once you got there he quietly follows you to your room.

"Grab some clothes." He told you as he stood in the doorway.

You didn't ask him to specify, you simply grabbed something you would wear on a typical day. After putting all your things in your bag you turned to look at him.

He nodded once and then turned to leave the room. Strolling downstairs like he owned the place. When you walked out you ran into the guys.

"What's going on here, you two having a sleepover?" Frank asked, a smile on his face.

"Yep." Sanemi replied not faltering at all in his stride.

The shock on their faces was clear. You felt it too. You've never spent the night with him and he also usually ignores remarks like that; the kind that suggest there is anything more between you two besides sex.

"Well have fun you two. See you later." Frank answered.

You waved at him giddily while Muddy shook his head playfully. "Wrap it up." He said.

Rolling your eyes at him you waved him off.

Of course Sanemi paid no attention to any of you as he lead the way.

You walked in silence not wanting to irritate Sanemi, eyes taking in the familiar route around you.

When you made it back to his house, you stood quietly in the entryway as he locked the door and slid his shoes off. He took your small bag out of your hands and then walked into his bedroom. You still stood in the entryway wondering if you were supposed to follow him or not. There was nothing left to wonder as he came back out and walked over to one of the couches in the living room; propping his feet up on the coffee table.

Before he could say anything you joined him, however sitting on the couch opposite him.

Sanemi crossed his arms behind his head and stared at you.

"So? What do you usually do when you invite women over?"

"I don't."

"Oh so this is new?"

"Obviously."

You cracked a smile. "Why?"

Sanemi rolled his eyes. “You ask a lot of questions."

"Not enough really."

"Hah, humor me."

"How old are you Mr. Sanemi?"

Despite your playful nature, Sanemi's eyes opened wide and he dropped his hands from his head.

"21....you?"

You told him and watched as he sat back, returning to his relaxed posture.

"Okay." He answered. "What else do you want to know?"

"Anything you want to share."

Sanemi only stared at you. Unsure of what he wanted to tell you. What could he tell you? None of it matters really.

"Actually, you don't have to say anything. I'm sorry." You spoke up with thoughts of your own life filling your mind. Your experiences are certainly things you wouldn't want to share, so it was probably for the best not to pry with him.

With narrowed eyes Sanemi leaned forward. "Why?"

"Just....doesn't really matter right now. You'll tell me when you're ready. Right?"

He nodded in acknowledgement.

"Good." You smiled. "Now. I must say I'm very excited for this sleepover. Is there anything in particular you want to do?"

His shoulders raised and then dropped just as quickly. "I don't know."

"Do you want to sit out in the garden with me?" A small smile on your lips as he pondered your question.

"Sure." He answered eventually, prompting you to stand.

You walked to the back door and waited for Sanemi to join you. You'd forgotten that he said not to go out without slippers until he dropped a pair at your feet.

"Thanks!" You beamed after sliding them on and opening the door.

Sanemi followed behind you as you walked to the back of the garden. You gestured for him to take a seat on the bench while you got down on the ground and peered into the path like pond. A smile took over your face as the all black fish came your way.

From where he was seated, he just observed you. Wondering why you were so excited about these damn fish. He could practically hear you smiling.

He let you watch in awe, all entranced, for a long while before his first question came to mind.

"Do you not see fish where you're from?"

It didn't go unnoticed to Sanemi, the way your shoulders tensed up.

"No."

It also didn't go unnoticed that there seemed to be a further explanation on the tip of your tongue. So Sanemi stayed silent. Waiting.

When you did finally speak your voice was monotone. Void of any emotion or humor, so unlike how you usually speak.

"I couldn't go to the lake in town."

"Why?"

"Wasn't safe." You let your finger tips tap gently atop the pond.

"Why?"

Where you're from, no one would ask why. They would know. They would know exactly why.

How do you explain to a foreigner that where you come from you aren't wanted there? Although you were born there, your family before you were purposely brought there, you were despised. Hated. The worst of the worst.

You settled for the easiest answer. "People don't come back home from the lake."

"Demons?" Sanemi asked. His curiosity genuinely piqued.

"You can say that." You laughed humorously.

You didn't know this, but thats when it clicked for Sanemi. Hearing that hard laugh.

The silence that followed wasn't tense. It was sad. But you didn't want to sit in it for too long.

"Did you eat dinner?" You asked him suddenly.

"No. You?"

"Yes. I can make you something if you want."

"Aren't you a guest?"

"I guess, but i don't mind. I'd like to really."

"Do you even know how to cook?"

You turned to look at him, a look of sarcasm on your face.

"Please boy, do you know who I am?"

Eyebrow cocked in amusement. "I guess you'll have to show me, because I don't know."

"Tuh, say less." You replied standing from your spot. "Watch me work." You added before marching into the house, discarding your slippers at the door.

When you reached the kitchen, you wasted no time scavenging his fridge and cabinets. You pulled out many things, most you weren't too familiar with if you're being honest but, you could figure it out as you go.

While you cooked Sanemi watched from the counter he'd leaned against, his eyes intently watching everything you threw together. A lot of the practices you used were quite different from what he was used to. He was intrigued.

"Now.....here. Try this." You said as you scooped the steaming food into a bowl.

"A curry?"

"A gumbo." You corrected. Now it was your turn to watch him carefully.

Sanemi took the bowl carefully into his hands glancing at it curiously.

"Now it may not taste the way I was hoping, you have different spices than I typically use. I'll have to cook for you at my place another time maybe."

Sanemi nodded and then finally tasted what you served him.

His eyes widened briefly and he peered up at you.

"Well?"

Sanemi's heart hammered at the hopeful look in your eye.

Why did you care about pleasing him so much? Who cares what he thinks?

You were going to be the death of him. He knew it.

"It's good." He answered moving to sit at his small table in the living room.

It's going to be a long night. Sanemi thought as he fought not to be affected by the beautiful warm and pleased smile you wore at his response.

It's just one night. I can stay in control of myself for one night. Sanemi said to himself.

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