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Finally Getting Help (prt 16)
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Sorry for the delay on this part! And there might be more to come, I thought of a new AU that's devouring my brain XD I'll still be working on this it's just going to be slightly slower.
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Jason sat next to Danny, holding his limp hand as Bruce flew them back to the cave and landed gently. “Do we have a way to contact Frostbite?” Jason asked as they wheeled Danny into the Cave’s med bay.
“Yes, as long as Constantine isn’t too drunk,” Batman said dryly.
“If he is, I'll sober him up real quick,” Jason responded just as dryly. Batman chuffed out a soft laugh before pulling out his Justice League communicator and called Constantine.
After hearing Constantine was on his way, and grabbing a domino mask, Jason tuned out the conversation, returning to Danny’s side, taking his hand again. Jason jolted slightly when Danny’s fingers twitched and curled slightly around his own.
“Danny?” He asked softly, leaning over his boyfriend.
Danny’s brow pinched just a little and then he opened his eye, squinting up at Jason. He held his breath as Danny blinked and looked around before letting out a soft groan and closed his eyes tightly for a moment.
“Hey, how do you feel,” Jason asked softly as Bruce finished the call and hustled over to check Danny’s vitals.
“Thirsty, like I was hit by a bus,” Danny croaked but there was a flicker of a smile around his mouth. “Where are we?”
“I’ll get you some water,” Jason said, squeezing Danny’s hand before hurrying to grab a water bottle.
“You’re in the bat-cave, you passed out after the fight. We’ve gotten in contact with Frostbite, he should be here soon.” Batman told Danny, as soft as he ever was behind the mask.
“I passed out huh?” Danny sighed, pushing himself up with a soft groan and accepted the bottle of water from Jason once he’d opened it for Danny. He drank deeply and sighed with relief. “Frostbite doesn’t need to come though, I almost always pass out after using my wail, and twice in one night? I must have conked out for a bit longer than usual, nothing to worry about really.”
“We’d still feel better having you looked over,” Bruce said just as gently
“Yep, and hey, while he’s here maybe he can look me over too. We talked about me having an appointment with him,” Jason pointed out. He knew that Danny would feel better if it wasn’t just for him.
As Jason sort of suspected he would, Danny paused, then sighed and nodded, laying back down on the gurney with a little groan. Fine,” He sighed softly, handing the bottle back to Jason who set it aside for Danny. “What happened to Vlad?”
“He got away,” Bruce said with a sigh. “Spoiler, Blackbat, and Red Robin are still looking for him but so far without success.” Bruce said with a frustrated set to his jaw.
“I hope they’re being careful. I’m sorry, I should have guessed he would be tracking me. You’re not hurt, are you?” He asked, looking at Jason worriedly.
“I’m completely fine. And they will be too, they’re tough and they have the tech you build for them,” Jason promised Danny with a reassuring little smile.
“I hope so,” Danny groaned. “God Vlad is such a bastard.”
A green portal opened in the middle of the Bat-cave and a giant yeti like ghost came charging out with a very frazzled looking John Constantine on his heels. “Is the Great One alright?!” The yeti asked worriedly.
“Ya Frostbite I’m fine,” Danny promised, sitting up again and giving him a little smile. “I just overused my powers again.” Danny didn’t seem surprised when Frostbite came charging over and scooped him up in a tight enough hug that it made Danny wheeze. Jason and Bruce got out of the way and gave Constantine a curious look, he gave them a helpless shrug. “But I still need to breathe,” He gasped and Frostbite quickly put him down again, apologizing all the while.
“I’m glad you are alright! But it’s about time for a check up for you and the little ones anyway,” Frostbite said warmly before suddenly noticing Batman and Jason, he had been too sign mindedly focused on Danny previously. “Oh! Hello,” He greeted brightly.
“Frostbite, this is my new guardian Batman, and my boyfriend Jason,” Danny said, using his civilian name since Jason wasn’t in costume.
“Ah! Wonderful to meet you!” Frostbite said, offering his big hand for Bruce to shake, who accepted, and tried not to seem taken aback by just how enthusiastically Frostbite shook it. He nearly lifted Bruce off the ground! At least when Jason’s turn came he was prepared. “It’s good to know he’s finally away from the Fenton’s, they were terrible guardians. He and the little ones will be safe with you, yes?” There was a hint of a warning in his voice and the temperature dropped a few degrees.
“Yes, of course,” Batman said firmly. “I will do my best to protect them and provide a safe environment.”
Frostbite nodded and looked at Jason.
“I’ll do my best to make him happy,” Jason said a little lamely, but Frostbite seemed to accept it.
“Excellent!” Frostbite said brightly again and turned back to Danny.
“Once we’re done can you have a look at Jason?” Danny asked Frostbite. “He died too, and has had some trouble since coming back.”
“Of course, Great One. But we will be giving You a thorough check up first,” Frostbite insisted. Danny gave a resigned sigh and nodded.
Danny sat back down on the cot and let Frostbite examine him. Since neither objected to Bruce and Jason’s presence so they both stayed to watch, and support Danny if he needed it. Constantine wandered off, he wasn’t part of the family after all, this was none of his business.
The check-up was… odd, it mostly consisted of Frostbite waving his hands around Danny, occasionally touching very deliberate places, while asking him questions about how he was feeling, physically and emotionally, and what had happened. He touched the center of Danny’s forehead, his chest, every time he did little waves of blue light went through Danny. The one over Danny’s stomach made him gasp softly and Frostbite frowned at him, Danny smiled back sheepishly.
“Can you show me your core?” Frostbite asked, pulling back.
Danny nodded and reached into his own chest, something Jason would never get used to seeing, and drew out his core. Jason hadn’t seen it before, he thought it was absolutely beautiful, the most perfect sapphire he’d ever seen, glowing silver blue with an opalescent sheen, it looked like a miniature planet, like it might contain an entire world.
Batman had seen it before, and he knew that it looked significantly dimmer then it had been the first time Danny had showed it to him. That was… concerning. Frostbite seemed to think so too by the way he was frowning at Danny. He pulled out some sort of souped up magnifying glass from somewhere and started to examine Danny’s core, though he didn’t once touch it.
“There are no cracks or chips, you simply overused your powers,” Frostbite said, putting away the magnifying glass and gesturing for Danny to put away his core. “I’m surprised honestly, for most leaving your Fraid and your haunt like you did would have caused far more damage. It’s testament to how well your current caretakers are looking after you that you’ve weathered the transition so well.
“I wouldn’t try to use your powers for about a week to let your ectoplasm regenerate. There’s significantly less here then there was in Amity Park, there’s still plenty to sustain you but you’ll need to ration it’s use a little bit to have enough for you and the little ones to develop properly.” Frostbite said with a definitive nod.
“I will, if I can,” He promised, looking down. “I wasn’t exactly expecting to be attacked this time. What happens if I Do overuse my powers too much?” Danny asked, glancing up at his Doctor.
“Well-” Frostbite started and then stopped himself, looking down at Danny consideringly. “I’m not entirely sure. With a regular ghost the child would either take significantly longer to form properly, or the parent might even retreat into their own core and lose the baby. But you are still living, and the babies have flesh forms as well, yes?” Danny nodded and Frostbite tilted his head slightly. “It’s… possible that even if you deplete yourself you and the babies will be alright, your ghost form would retreat and you and the babies will be, for all intents and purposes, fully human for a time. But I would not test that! There are too many ways it could go wrong.”
“Oh I don’t want to test it,” Danny said with a wry smile and a shake of his head. “Like you said, it’s kind of amazing my core is in as good shape as it is with all the changes lately, and if it broke it would End me, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes,” Frostbite said ruefully, patting Danny’s shoulder sympathetically “But let's not focus on that! You and the babies are doing well! here , drink this,” He produced a little vile of a viscous glowing green liquid and patted Danny’s shoulder, which was apparently his queue to hop off the cot. He drank the liquid like a shot and handed the vile back to Frostbite who stowed it back in whatever liminal space he’d been pulling all of these things from.
“Are you ready?” Danny asked Jason. Resting a hand on his arm. Oh right, Jason had almost forgot he was going to be getting a check-up too.
“Ya, sure,” Jason agreed with a sharp nod. He was nervous, seeing Danny’s interactions with Frostbite had put some of it at ease but he was still a bit scared about what Frostbite would find.
“Can I hold your hand?” Danny asked, knowing Jason needed it, but wouldn’t ask. Jason nodded again and went to sit on the cot like Danny had. Danny stayed next to him and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
“Alright! What seems to be the trouble?” Frostbite asked Jason, warm and sympathetic.
“Well, I died a while ago. I came back and we don’t totally know why, I went through some shit, got dunked in stuff we call Lazarus Water, which heals the sick and kills the healthy, and occasionally resurrects people. And I’ve been having issues ever since. I can’t control my emotions well, I have violent outbursts and dissociative episodes, I do things without knowing I am, or remembering it sometimes?” Jason said, glancing at Danny who gave him an encouraging smile. “None of this happened before I died and came back, I really don’t think it’s trauma either. Danny confirmed there was something wrong.”
Frostbite hummed and looked back at Danny, who nodded. “I did, I mean, I don’t really know what I was looking at but it did feel… off,” He said with a helpless little shrug.
“Alright, I’ll have a look,” Frostbite agreed and gently rested a clawed finger against Jason’s forehead. Cols rushed down over him, not refreshing cool water like it had been with Danny but freezing cold. It made Jason gasp and tense but he refused to pull away. Slowly a frown formed on the ghost doctor's face and he tutted. Well that was a bad sign.
“Frostbite,” Danny said, a warning tone in his voice.
“Ah! My apologies! It’s nothing as bad as what you might think! I haven’t seen something like this in a very long time. Granted I rarely have occasion to tend to mortals but…” He trailed off and pulled back, the feeling of ice against Jason’s skin vanished. “Your resurrection was botched. You are alive, but it’s not…” Frostbite seemed to think about the best way to explain this.
“Your soul was never given the chance to enter your body properly. I would guess when you ‘came back’ it was as an undead rather than a truly living person. Then the Lazarus Water resurrected your body and bound your soul back to your body, the way that it had previously been, which was not entirely… inside your body.
“You’re soul and your body are not quite one being. It’s like a bone that broke and was not set before healing properly, it created some… spiritual nerve damage.” He saw Jason’s look of confusion and sighed. “I’m sorry, this is hard to explain to the living.”
“So, that’s causing all my issues?” Jason asked hesitantly.
“Yes and no, it also seems to have damaged your ability to process the lingering ectoplasm from your ghost, and the Lazarus Water, which seems to be a corrupted ectoplasm. I suspect those are causing the emotional outbursts,” He said. “I’d need a sample of Lazarus Water to confirm that.”
“I can get you that,” Bruce rumbled. “So, how can we fix this?” He asked, always blunt and to the point.
“It’s not that simple. How would you fix a bone that healed wrong?” Frostbite asked.
“In a lot of cases… you have to break it again,” Jason said with a wince.
“Yes, now we will Not do that, killing and resurrecting you again with the hopes it would be correct this time is far too risky. I mean to say with how set your soul is in its current position this is going to be a very long process with an unclear prognosis. I suspect just spending time around the Great One will help,” Frostbite said, gesturing at Danny. “Infusions of uncorrupted ectoplasm will hopefully clear out the corrupted stuff and ease the emotional issues. It may also strengthen your soul which, as long as you are at peace inside yourself, will help it settle back into its proper place.
“You should know that it is possible that if you are entirely at odds with yourself, strengthening your soul might have the opposite effect of allowing it to pull even further away from your body. Managing your support system and obsessions will be crucial to recovery. Phantom can help you with that as well, he has more experience,” Frostbite said gently. “It’s important to remember that most ailments of the soul have an emotional element to them, and not try to find fast and easy fixes that will make things worse in the long run.”
“I understand,” Jason said numbly. He really had been hoping there would be some clear easy fix.
Danny squeezed Jason’s hand and Jason looked at him and was greeted by a warm smile. “The important thing to remember is we know what’s wrong now, and that things can get better. You’re already on the right track reconnecting with family and being with me.”
Jason took a deep breath and nodded, Danny was right. This had been going on for years now, nothing had really changed just because he knew. It wasn’t like he was getting diagnosed with something terminal. “Right,” Jason agreed with a nod and took a deep breath, shaking his head and rolling his shoulders. “Right, thanks Frostbite.”
“It’s my pleasure! I’ll supply Phantom with the pure ectoplasm, he knows how to administer it well enough. I shall come check up on both of you again in a month’s time, but I should be going now!” Frostbite said, hugging Danny again tightly before wandering off, muttering about wondering where that magician got off to.
#danny phantom#dc x dp#danny fenton#dead on main#jason todd#fanfiction#batman#john constantine#frostbite#finally getting help AU#Trans!danny#pregnant!danny#bruce wayne
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YAY MY FIRST TIME DOING THIS GAME!!!
Rockstar!eddie, rehab, angst (because I have been think of this concept all day)
starting the day off strong with some angst! tw bc it does mention drug abuse and some darker kinda themes.
"Eddie Munson," Eddie looked up from the guitar he'd been strumming towards the nurse- no, the holistic helper at the door. They didn't use words like that here, not at this rehab.
"You have a visitor here." She nodded, giving a soft smile.
Eddie set the guitar down, tucking the pick back between the strings, following the woman down the long hallway of the center. The music room was where he spent most of his time these days. He'd tried hiking and the spa once he'd finished detox, but always came back there- his own oasis in his own personal hell.
"We're going to go back to your room for this meeting, if that's alright with you, Eddie." The nurse smiled gently.
"Fine with me." Eddie grumbled, his shoulders feeling heavier and heavier with each passing step.
Ninety days, it's what he agreed to. He felt better after twenty, but he'd finish it out- for you, for your girls, his family that he'd fucked selfishly. His stomach turned at the thought.
"And, there's no limit on this visit today." The nurse stopped before she opened the door. "So no need to feel pressured to rush."
Eddie's brows furrowed. It was Gareth, maybe Jeff, he knew it was. They were the only ones who came to visit him anyways. Still, he grumbled in response, turning the knob to his room. It was nice, a private suite that felt more like a hotel room than the prison cell it'd become.
"Hey, man, didn't know you were coming by today. I've been working on some stuf-" Eddie's breath hitched, falling flat in the air when he turned.
It felt nearly like a mirage, like he might have been dreaming, hallucinating that you were here. Here, on his bed, sitting too rigidly to be comfortable, arms wrapped around yourself.
"Working on stuff?" You hummed, eyes barely meeting his and he didn't miss the way you swallowed. "What kind of stuff?"
"Y-You're here?" Eddie croaked, shutting the door with a harsh snap. "Wha-What are you doin' here, baby?" Every bit of his being screamed to hug you, hands tingling and twitching- itching to feel you, to hold you.
You shifted uncomfortably, finger running over your ring finger out of habit. Eddie nearly threw up when he saw you'd gone without your ring, he wondered how long ago you'd stopped wearing it.
"Um, Gareth came by the other day to see the girls." Your eyes cut to Eddie at the mention of them, how his face nearly crumbled at the thought. "He told me you'd been doing much better. Told me you were scared straight."
"Yeah." Eddie nodded. He was frozen, unable to move, so he stood in the doorway. "I am. I-I..." There was a million things Eddie wanted to say. He wanted to drop to his knees, beg for your forgiveness, for mercy, for anything.
"He," Your voice cracked, turning your head politely to the side to compose yourself. So prim and proper, Eddie's heart leapt at the action- he'd missed it so fucking much.
"He also brought me your letter." Your lip wobbled at the mention, pressing them tightly together to keep yourself from bursting into tears. Ten pages, front to back, with scribbling, tear soaked, inked ramblings about his feelings- poured his heart out onto those pages. Everything he'd ever wanted to say in his entire life, there on those pages, his whole bleeding heart.
"He did." Eddie sounded relieved, shoulders slumping, rounding with the weight of everything he'd kept in for so long.
You nodded slowly, watching him carefully from your own perch. "The girls made you some things." Your voice shook with your hands when you reached in your bag, piles of drawing and scribbles they'd made for Eddie.
Eddie looked at the colorful papers, just a glimpse in your hand, choking on a sob that was tearing mercilessly through his chest. "I, um, I didn't bring them today." You barely met Eddie's eyes, hand smoothing over the construction paper. "I didn't think you'd want them to see you like this."
"No," Eddie shook his head, tears falling down his stubbled cheeks. "No, I-I don't. Thank you."
The air was thick between the two of you, an unsure uncomfortable feeling that left you both on ease. Eddie finally sobbed when your hand brushed his, passing the drawings to him.
"I'm-I'm so sorry." Eddie broke, teeth gritted, trying to swallow back his own cries, hand holding yours tightly. "I don't-I don't know why I-I fucking did that. Why I did it to you, a-and to the girls, and fuck- I don't know why-" Eddie's sobs choked his words.
You knew you shouldn't have, that you should have stood strong, colder and meaner. Your mind screamed at you to stop, but you couldn't- not when your own heart was shattering all over again. So you held him, arms wrapped around his torso, body moving towards his in that familiar way. Your puzzle piece, you two fit so well. His arms hugging you tightly, nearly crushing you into his chest like he wanted you to fuse to him. Eddie's face pressed to your head, wetting your scalp with his tears, nose rubbing into your skin babbling apologies over and over again, promises that he would keep, that you hoped he would.
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Grindr Swap With A Twink
Read Part 1 from @ghostinthedude here.
Lets just say that college was a LOT of fun. Sure, on the outside I looked like an immature pretty boy with nothing going through his head. But on the inside, I was a self-possessed adult, who knew exactly what he wanted.
From them moment I set foot on campus, I was inundated with attention from upperclassmen guys – and even some of the younger professors – who were eager to get to get me into their beds. I won’t go too much into the details, but I definitely got around that year.
Eventually, I hit my growth spurt. Better late than never I guess. And over the course of sophomore year I had packed on about 20 lbs of muscle, grew a solid 6 inches, and got a haircut. By junior year, I was no longer a slutty bottom twink being plowed by every closeted senior on the football team, I was a sexy vers twunk making my way through the swim roster.
All the while, I was acing all my classes, leading me to graduate Summa Cum Laude and get a job in investment banking for next year. I knew its going to be a hard path, but it made my parents so proud and it will set me up financially for the rest of my career. This week, I just moved into a brand new apartment by myself in Boston’s Back Bay. I’m due to start work in a few weeks, but I wanted to get settled in, explore the city, make some friends, and maybe even build up a roster (I’m not gonna have a ton of time to meet guys once work starts up).
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That’s why tonight, I found myself scrolling through Grindr. Here's my profile pics btw:
There’s quite a selection to choose from. Hmmm, the international guys from Harvard seem kinda hot, but I bet they’re super full of themselves. What about a true Boston native, there’s something weirdly sexy about their accents.
I kept scrolling until one guy caught my eye, making my stomach flip. It was my old body, he had tapped my profile. That's weird, I thought he would still be in Cincinnati. But anyway, his profile is kinda super hot:
"Hey, what's up," I messaged.
"Hey cutie, how's it going?" he replied.
"Alright alright, just moved to town, looking for some fun," I joked, trying to keep the conversation light.
"Hahaha, I love some fun," he replied, his enthusiasm evident even through text. "Top or bttm?"
"Vers ;)" I replied.
"I can work with that," he replied eagerly. "So, what's your name?"
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. "You really don't know?"
"No, why would I, cutie?" he responded.
"I just figured you'd remember your own face after all these years," I teased, adding, "Although I guess it's not your face anymore."
"OMG.”
I quickly sent him my location, to which he responded almost immediately, “Be there in 20.”
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"Shit," he said as he walked through the door, looking around wide eyed. "This place is super nice."
"Yeah, I mean, it's not totally furnished yet, but it's pretty nice," I replied, trying to downplay it a bit.
"How did you afford it? I know my parents don’t exactly have deep pockets," he asked, genuine curiosity in his tone.
"Yeah, actually," I began, feeling a pang of sympathy for my former self, "I got such good grades freshman year that I actually got a scholarship for the rest of college. And now..."
My old body's expression shifted, a hint of sadness creeping in.
“And now, I’ll be making 110k starting with no loans. So yeah mom and dad didn’t really need to give me anything.” I said, feeling a bit odd that he still referred to them as his parents. “And how about you," I asked, trying to keep the conversation going. "Where are you living these days?"
"Oh, I have a shared flat in Dorchester," he replied. "It's nothing special, but it's all I can afford on a bartender's salary."
"You moved all the way out here for a bartending gig?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said with a shrug. "I didn't really have a choice. I got fired from my last job for showing up late too many times and kinda got blacklisted from all the good bars in Cincinnati. But a buddy who had moved out here set me up with a new gig. It's okay, I guess."
"But anyway," he said, changing the subject, "look at you, you've done really well for yourself."
I couldn't help but smirk as I ran my hand down my toned abs. He wasn't wrong.
"And you," I said, diverting the attention away from myself, "you must still be pulling in all the hot twinks with that bod."
"Hahaha, yeah," he replied, his confidence shining through. "Although none of them are as sexy as you are."
His compliment caught me off guard, but I couldn't help but be drawn in as he pulled me in for a kiss. The chemistry between us was undeniable as we quickly made our way to the bedroom, shedding our clothes with eager anticipation.
He climbed on top of me, his lips finding their way to my eager member. I couldn't help but marvel at how he still remembered all the right moves. Within minutes, he had me on the edge, his skilled hands finding their way to my sensitive nipples, pushing me to climax.
With a satisfied grin, he eagerly swallowed every last drop of my load. Luckily for him, I had a rapid recharge time, and I was ready to go for round two within minutes.
As he whipped out his beer can thick cock, memories flooded back. I remembered that thing—it was definitely fun to top twinks, or twunks like myself, back in the day.
In doggy, he hugged my body tightly, in a way that felt almost nostalgic. It was almost like he was reminiscing about living in this body, even though it didn’t look anything like this when he last had it.
Then, with surprising finesse, he flipped me over into missionary, his eyes locking with mine as our bodies moved in sync.
In a half-whisper, he asked me a question that caught me off guard: "Can we swap back?"
Just then, it dawned on me. To swap back, we both needed to swallow each other’s cum. Panic surged through me. He had already swallowed mine. Shit.
Still thrusting into me, he paused, his eyes searching mine with a mix of desperation and longing. "No, you don’t understand," he pleaded. "This could’ve been my life."
Struggling to fight him through the ecstasy I was feeling from his cock plunging into me, I shook my head. "No, it wouldn’t be," I gasped out between breaths. "You'd never work hard enough for this."
I looked up and saw a look come across his face that I’d know anywhere. He was about to cum. I couldn't let him pull out and risk the chance of him trying to shoot his load all over my face.
Quickly, I pushed him backwards and positioned myself on top of him, impaling myself on his throbbing cock in cowboy. He looked up at me, a mixture of bliss and regret evident in his expression as his load erupted.
Relieved but seething with anger, I stepped off the bed and quickly grabbed his pants, tossing them at him with a firm command. "Get out," I said, my voice carrying an edge of finality. "And don't contact me again."
He silently complied, skulking towards the door where he saw himself out. Locking it behind him, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
Returning to the bedroom mirror, I faced my reflection with a newfound clarity. Taking a good, hard look at myself, I uttered the words that had been swirling in my mind.
"I am Devin Connors," I declared, the weight of the statement settling over me. "And I deserve everything that I’ve worked for."
Really happy with how this one turned out. Let me know if you have any suggestions for which story I should finish next.
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The Obligations Of A Fuck Buddy
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Swearing and SMUT
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 5.2K
Summary: Y/N and Rafe have made it very clear. They are only supposed to be each others' sexual release and that is it. However, what happens to their agreement when the lines start to blur?
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Becoming fuck buddies with Rafe was a special choice for Y/N. Her emotions are always on display for everyone around her, so choosing to be with Rafe without any strings attached is out of character for her. However, once she gets to experience the skills Rafe possesses in the bedroom, she is prepared to try to do anything to keep being a part of that activity, including, letting him have his way with her out in the open on his dirt bike. His hand slips down her stomach to her aching core, “Come on, Pet. I know you want this.” He had dragged Y/N away from the bonfire and to his dirt bike hidden from sight anyone. At first, she was unsure about doing anything in public, yet Rafe had a way of convincing her to play along with the game. Her head falls back onto his shoulder, letting out a scrumptious moan. He freezes just within her underwear, “You are going to have to give me what I want if you want me to give you more.” “Please, Rafe. Let me feel your fingers inside of me,” she whimpers. Rafe chuckles and tugs her with him as he leans against his bike. His fingers make contact with her glistening cunt, using her wetness to lube his digits. She hunches forward at the feeling of him plunging into her depths. He begins dragging his fingers in and out of her, causing her eyes to roll to the back of her head.
“You like this, Pet? Being treated like a slut where anyone can see you,” he taunts with his lips pressed against the shell of her ear. Her head bobs, “It feels so good. More, please. Give me more, Rafe.” “My dirty little whore thinks she can tell me what to do. That’s not right. I’m going to have to teach you a lesson,” he tsks. Her eyebrows dip, questioning his words, when his speed increases and he starts to apply pressure to the bundle of nerves at the crest of her womanhood. This helps build a tension within her that is ready to be released. She closes her eyes when she is at the cusp of her orgasm and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Rafe. He removes his fingers from her, bringing them to his lips to taste her. She whines, “No. No. No. Let me come. Please, Rafe.” “I’m sorry, Pet. If that is what you want, then you better get to work. Got to teach you who is in charge,” he warns, eyes flickering to his bugle.
With his message clear as crystal, she drops to her knees and works on removing his belt. She pops the button of his pants and listens to the zip of his zipper, yanking his pants pass his bum. The tent in his pants causes her to stare at it in appreciation for a second. She knows once she removes his boxer briefs that she’ll be in sight of the thick veiny glory she normally drools over. Rafe grows impatient, “Get to work, Pet.” He hisses at the feeling of her nail accidentally catching his skin a bit. She issues her apology through a kiss to his angry tip. He groans, shoving her parted mouth onto him until he hits the back of her throat. His hands grip the seat of his motorcycle as she removes herself from his length and then brings him back into her mouth. She continues to bob her head on his length until he is spasming in her mouth. He pulls out of her to release himself all over her face and the top of her breasts exposed by her tank top. He yanks her up to her feet by her bicep. Her thumb comes to wipe off the cum on the bottom of her chin and she sucks it into her mouth with her gaze on him. He pulls her lips against his by her chin, “Good job, Pet. I think you deserve what is about to come next.” He spins her around to bend her over his mode of transportation. Her elbows make contact with the leather of the seat and she pops her backside out for him to take what he wants.
The buckle clangs against itself while he brings the top of her pants and underwear to below her butt. He surveys the environment to see if anyone is around. No one is in sight, so he lines his tip at her opening and slams into her. His balls slap against her bump and his pace causes her to grip onto the seat. Her mouth falls open, letting out into the night her sounds of pleasure. “You are such a slutty girl, Pet. Do you want everyone to know what we are up to? I gotta shut you up so we don’t get caught,” he criticizes. He pulls her up by the hair so her back arches, which allows him to shove his fingers into her mouth. She knows to wrap her lips around the digits to mimic sucking his dick. His other hand stays steady on her waist to allow him to pound into her.
He feels her tighten around his dick and flushes her against his hips. His hand on her waist drops to stimulate her clit. He doesn’t bother pulling out to just the tip anymore, opting to buck his hips wildly into her. She finally lets the peak of her pleasure roll over her and collapses onto his bike. He continues to thrust into her until he is groaning her name with his release. His DNA stains her inside, oozing out of her as he pulls out. She is on birth control and he always makes sure to send her Plan B the next morning. They aren’t exclusive but have agreed to use condoms with everyone else except each other. Being able to be with each other without any barriers is one of the main reasons they started their sexual relationship. She trusts Rafe to stick to their agreement and she doesn’t care what anyone else says. They get tested on the regular. His fingers tease her entrance to push the leaking substance back into her before hauling her bottoms up her body. “Now, Pet, you are going to go back to that party with the knowledge that only I can make you feel that amazing.” He pats her bum to send her off without any more dialogue between the two. She knows this whole arrangement is a bad idea, yet satisfies every need inside of her and she would be stupid to let him go.
———
They aren’t a couple. The only obligation they have to each other is a sexual one. It means no feeling, no taking care of each other, and no talking about anything personal while solely in the company of each other. So, technically, she shouldn’t be at his door right now. She had recently heard one of her supposed friends calling her a bitch behind her back and she didn’t know who else to turn to for comfort. Her father won’t care unless it is university-related, she is pretty sure her mother loves her so-called friends more than her, and her brother is living in another state, meaning he can’t provide her with the hug she needs at the moment. She has other friends outside of the two trash talkers, but she isn’t sure who she can trust. So being in his arms is the best solution she can come up with. Her hand shakes as she raises it to the door and lets it rapt against it. She wipes her tears away during a wait for a response. The woosh from the door blows Rafe’s messy hair back. He stretches his arm in the air and curves back before giving her his attention. “Damn, you must be really horny, Pet. We had sex last night,” he grins, reaching for her wrist to draw him against his chest. She jerks away from him with a shake of her head. “I was actually hoping we could talk. Something happened and I need someone in my corn.”
Rafe lets out an annoyed sigh, “That’s not what we do, Y/N.” She notices his shift in what he calls her and second-guesses her attempt. However, she needs this. “I know. But I can’t talk to anyone else because they will be biased and I’m feeling vulnerable, to be honest with you,” she confides. Her teary eyes bore into his. His icy heart is unaffected by the water running down her face. His arms cross, “And that’s my problem how?” Her mouth gapes open in an attempt to find the right words. “We may not be dating, but I at least thought we were friends.”
“Well, we aren’t. So we either fuck or you can leave.”
She debates the offer in her head. This isn’t exactly why she went to Rafe. Her goal is consolation, not pleasure. She observes the manner in which his muscles flex under her gaze. She trails up to his face and notices how his curtain bangs have fallen in front of his face. It causes her thighs to clench together in want. She answers by smacking her lips against him. He wraps his arms around her, letting him consume her completely.
———
She doesn’t let herself collapse onto the bed beside him once they’ve both reached their highs. She learned a long time ago that it is easier to leave right away instead of giving herself a moment to recuperate from the bliss. Staying seconds longer would give her the illusion that they could be something more. It’s a delusion to think so. He is always there to remind her of that fact. Today is the epitome of what their relationship is. He doesn’t say anything as she gets off the bed to keep looking for her clothes. He reaches for his phone and scrolls through it. She doesn’t doubt for a second that he is planning his next hook-up for tonight. It takes everything in her power not to let the little bubble of jealousy pop. They aren’t dating. There are no feelings in this agreement she reminds herself. Finally, she is fully clothed and goes to get her phone on the nightstand. She reaches for the doorknob and is stopped by his sharp voice. “Don’t ever come to me again with that emotions shit again, Pet. I won’t hesitate to replace you if you do.”
———
Cocaine can’t be his vice anymore. He doesn’t know what made him choose to abandon the substance all of a sudden, but a little voice in his head is telling him that it isn’t what he needs anymore. He has been finding himself leaning less and less toward it for months now, so it is about time that he tries to go fully sober. It hasn’t been easy, especially with the consistent antagonizing from his father. “And why should I trust you, Rafe? All you ever do is lie to me,” Ward yells, his face as red as a sunburn and veins bursting from his forehead. Rafe uncharacteristically cowers at his father’s tone, “Because I’m trying to get sober. I promise. I’m hoping it will help me have a clear head more often.” Ward chuckles in a way no family member should at that news. “Like you promised you would buy the generator but actually used the money for your bike. We were without power for a day, Rafe!” Ward criticizes. Rafe runs his fingers through his hair and yanks at the end of it.
“I’ve already fucking apologized for that! What is it going to take to get you to believe that I’m changing?”
“Going back in time wouldn’t make me alter the way I see you. You are a fuck up, Rafe. It’s all you can ever be. Why can’t you be more like Sarah?”
The shrapnel of his father’s words slits at his heart, causing him to feel betrayed. Rafe storms out of the room and slams the door to his truck shut. His fist slams against the steering wheel with an angry yell. He has to get out of here, yet where would he go? Topper and Kelce would just make fun of him. Sarah and he aren’t exactly close and Wheezie is away for camp. In truth, even if the others were available, there is only one person he wants to be with right now. He takes a deep breath and runs his hands down his face. He starts the car, setting off toward his destination.
———
Y/N is pulled out of her slumber by banging coming from her front door. Her hand darts out to beside her bed to pick up the bat she keeps there for safety. The floorboards creak as she inches her way toward the sound with the bat raised. She can’t hide the slight tremor in her hand as she approaches. “Pet, it’s me. Please, open up. I need you.” She instantly recognizes the voice and rushes to the door. Once the door is open, Rafe is there before her with red eyes. However, she can tell it is from crying and not his normal vice. “Can I come in, please? I can’t be alone right now,” he begs. She brings her lip between her teeth. The petty part of her wants to say no. Wants to remind him that they were fuck buddies, that’s all. Yet, she has heard rumours around town about Rafe trying to get sober and she doesn’t want to risk him relapsing because she isn’t there for him in his time of need. She steps to the side to let him in. She doesn’t expect him to run to her with his arms out. He buries his head into her neck and his arms are around her. She laces her fingers through his hair, “What’s wrong?” She feels his tears hit her skin. “Why can’t my dad accept that I’m not Sarah?” he cries, tightening his hold on her.
She presses her lips to his forehead for comfort, “I don’t know, Rafe. I want you to know that no matter what he says, you are just as good as Sarah and you matter just as much. Do you want to talk about it more?” She can feel his head shake from side to side against her chest. “No, I really just need to think it all through first. Can I sleep here tonight?” She has never heard him sound so broken before. It is so unlike his confident demeanour. Her response comes in lacing her fingers with his. She leads him to her bedroom and rummages through her drawers for something he can wear. She comes out empty because he is always so stubborn about not mixing emotions in their relationship and leaving a shirt behind counts as that for him. He musters up the ability to laugh, “It’s nothing you have never seen before, Pet.” He doesn’t shy away as he strips off his clothes, leaving him in only his boxers. No matter how many times she has seen his bare chest and toned legs, it doesn’t stop her heart from fluttering.
She shakes herself out of her shameless stares and snuggles herself under her covers. He slides himself beside her, resting his head on her chest. Her eyes cast downward to see his eyelids are closed. The gentle rise and fall of his chest tells her he is sound asleep. Listening to her heartbeat soothes his aching heart. The steady rhymes remind him that she is looking out for him and he couldn’t be more thankful.
———
The empty bed beside him makes him panic, except it subsides at the sounds of clatter coming from the kitchen. Footsteps approach the room and she stands in the doorway with her hands on her hips. He has never been here to see the way the morning sun causes a glow to fall on her face. His stomach does a flip at how it accentuates her beauty. The mug in her head lets out the delicious aroma of coffee. “Your clothes are in the dryer and there is coffee in a travel mug for you on the counter. You can return it the next time we hook up,” she announces, turning to go back to the communal area. He didn’t expect her to be so quick with getting him to leave.
For some reason, the walls of his heart tighten at the thought of her wanting him gone. She follows him out of the room and gets his clothes from the laundry room. After he puts them on, he joins her in the other room. His hand wraps around the purple travel mug, his fingers touch as he brings the cup to his lips. She doesn’t acknowledge his entrance; instead, her eyes remain on her phone that is on the counter. His other hand goes up to scratch the back of his ear, “Do you have work today? I was thinking maybe we can go out to breakfast. You know… So I can tell you about last night.” Her pointed finger freezes over her phone and she doesn’t bother to tilt her head upwards as she looks at him through her lashes. She drops her shoulders and gives her full attention to him. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. That would involve emotions and you are the one always sayin-” she tries to explain, ahead of him cutting her off. “Saying that emotions aren’t part of the deal. No, you are right. It isn’t in the bounds of our relationship.”
She gives him a tight-lipped smile, “I’m sorry. I just think it is best to keep to the boundaries we set. Now that it is morning, you can talk about it with Topper or Kelce. They’ll probably be awake by now.” He frowns. She thinks he only came to her because his friends weren’t an option to go to, while it is partially true, another part of him merely liked the idea of being with her. That couldn’t be right though. She is meant to be a sexual release, that’s it. There had to be a different explanation as to why he wanted to be with her. It’s probably because he was thinking about sex to get his mind off of his argument. Yeah, that is why. “Yeah, that is so right,” he agrees, taking a step back with the travel mug still in hand. “I’m going to head out. Ummm… yeah.” He swings around, almost hitting the closed door because he underestimated the distance. He looks back at her with a nervous smile and steps back. The door whines as he pulls it open and shuts it behind her, leaving her to wonder what has the most self-assured and stubborn person she knows acting like a fool.
———
Rafe’s stare hardens whilst the room around him pays no attention to his line of site. They don’t notice the way her hair wraps around her finger. Or the harmonious giggle she lets out that Rafe swears he can hear even from across the room. Or how she is looking at him the way she used to look at Rafe. Rafe doesn’t remember the moment she stopped having that twinkle behind her gaze when looking at him. It didn’t used to matter to him, yet all of a sudden, ever since that night, it is all he yarns to receive. Now, her focus is on Derek. Derek doesn’t deserve her attention. He doesn’t know how to please her. He doesn’t know her favourite flowers are daffodils because she used to plant them with her grandmother. He doesn’t know the pressure she goes through with her dad about school and how most of her friends from the island are more focused on keeping up appearances as a cook. She thinks he doesn’t listen to her or notice those tiny things, except he does. His brain is moving a million miles a minute until a bump on his shoulder shifts his notice.
He looks up to see Topper trying to hand him a red solo cup. The grumpy Kook doesn’t take the drink, much to the annoyance of his friend. “What’s in it?” Rafe gruffs, swatting the outstretched arm away from him. Topper’s smile vanishes, “Jungle juice.” Rafe shakes his head. “I don’t want it,” he grumbles, turning his concentration back to Y/N. Anger fills him at what he sees. Derek’s fingers lace hers and he is tugging her toward the front entrance. His first instinct is to go after them, but then he remembers another part of their agreement. There is no exclusivity between them and this causes Rafe to grab the drink Topper offered. He downs it in one go, getting up to get another one. This is going to be a long night.
———
Y/N doesn’t need a summer job; however, she enjoys working the occasional shift at The Wreck. Tonight is one of the nights when Mike needs her help. She expertly maneuvers herself around the table and heads behind the counter to punch in her new order. At the sound of a voice clearing, she spins around to find Rafe sitting on a stool at the counter. She beams, “Hey, Rafe. What can I get for you?”
“I don’t know, it depends. How long until your shift is over?”
“I work closing, so I’ll probably get off around eleven.”
“Perfect, I’ll have a burger with friends and a coke. Do you have plans for tonight?”
“Not that I know of, so yes, I can come over.”
He grins like a child, whose parents told him he can get the toy he has been begging for, and lets her get back to work in hopes it will bring them to eleven faster.
About half an hour later, a new figure enters the restaurant. Rafe recognizes the buzzed, almost bald, head and the dark chocolate eyes, immediately scowling at the man. The last time Rafe saw him, he was taking Y/N who knows where. “Hi, Y/N/N. How are you?” Derek greets, sitting beside Rafe with a flick of his chin. Rafe looks afraid in fear that his jealousy will show and he’ll get into a fight with the new arrival. She turns to Derek and her smile is so bright that the acid in Rafe’s stomach swirls around the pylorus like it is a drain. He has to control his strength so he doesn’t break the glass in his hand. His ears disconnect with his auditory cortex, not processing the conversation going on between the other two. “So are you doing anything after your shift is over?” Rafe finally catches up with the conversation at Derek’s attempt to make plans with Y/N. He expects her to say she can’t hang out with Derek, yet she doesn’t. She giggles, “I’m free. What did you have in mind?” Not wanting to hear what the man has planned, Rafe gets up from his seat, throws a hundred-dollar bill on the counter and rampages out of the restaurant. The clatter of the dishware because of the stool chair being shoved harshly against the counter causes her to notice Rafe’s exit. She excuses herself from the conversation and her shift, running after him.
“Rafe, wait,” she yells in a pant. She watches as his footsteps falter and he looks at her. “I thought you were going to wait for me to finish my shift.” He scoffs, avoiding eye contact, “I was. Although, I didn’t see a point in staying once you had plans with Derek.” His words drip with hate when he utters the name. She traces the back of her knuckles; her guilt blossoms in her stomach at the disappointment on his face. “You’re right. I did promise to go to your house. I’m sorry. Let’s go now,” she apologizes. His head whips from side to side, “I’m good. I don’t need your pity.” She steps forward and takes his hand. “It’s not a pity thing. I want to go home with you because you are a good time,” she swears, squeezing his palm. He could benefit from being more angry, except all he wants is to tumble into bed with her.
It doesn’t take long for them to get to his bedroom. The door closes and he steps closer to her, his warm hands cupping her cheeks. The tips of her eyebrows plunge slightly. His gentleness is something new. Usually, their sex is primal. The typical emotion running rampant was desire. His head drops closer to her and their lips meet in a gentle yet passionate fashion. He cradles the base of the school with his fingers through her hair. She has never felt so adored before. No one has ever given her attention intertwined with love. Her parents are always busy with work or each other. Her friends keep her at a distance, even if they love her. This. This is different. He sets the pace, slowly lifting her shirt and unbuttoning her pants. She matches his speed as she sheds off his clothes. They look each other in the eyes and silently agree that foreplay isn’t something that is going to happen tonight. Because tonight isn’t about getting off. It is about the intimate connection they can form by having sex. He walks her back toward his bed while they kiss, breaking apart so he can pull the sheets back. His head gestures toward the bed and she gets comfortable on it on all fours.
He smiles and steps behind her. She can feel his hand on her shoulders as he twists them so that she is lying on her back. Her head forms an angle. Their go-to positions are ones where face-to-face contact isn’t necessary. Nevertheless, when they do missionary, it is so that he can choke her easier and harder. She is ready for the moment he enters her to have a little sting and is surprised when he eases his way in. She thinks he is going to through her legs over his shoulder to go deeper inside of her. That never happens either. He rests her legs around his waist, thrusting into her slowly and sweetly. His hands find their way back to her cheeks. She loves the heat it provides her. Her hips buck up with his movement to add to their pleasure and he may not be going as deep as he could, yet the intimacy provides all the satisfaction they need.
They let out small pants as they worked together to bring each other to their climax. He remains inside of her while they both come down from their highs and collapse beside her. She gets up from the bed, ignoring his release that rushes down her leg. Her hand reaches for a tissue as she grabs her underwear off the floor. She steps further from his bed and he doesn’t stop himself from grabbing onto her wrist. Y/N twirls to look at him with curiosity in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” she worries, trying to see any visible injuries on him. His eyes can’t meet hers and his thumb fidgets with the bone of her wrist, “Can you stay?”
“Why would you want that? Wouldn’t that make this too personal for us?”
“Because I want us to be personal.”
Silence fills the air, both of them processing what he said. He figures he should add more to the statement and sits up. He doesn’t bother to cover himself after the blanket slides off his lap and onto the floor. “I was crazing to think that I could keep things purely physical with you. Because the truth is… I have fallen head over heels for you and the only thing I want is to be personal with you. I want something personal, and romantic, and everlasting. I can’t keep being your fuck buddy, Pet, because I need more from our relationship. I-.” His rant is cut off by her lips colliding with his. She rests her knees on either side of his waist. Their lips disconnect and her forehead touches his. He twirls a strand of hair around his finger as they stare at each other in soft pants. His other hand kneads at the skin above her bum. “I need those things too,” she whispers. He grins like a child, “So I guess that means you’ll say yes to a date.” “I would love to go on a date with you,” she agrees with a smile. They enjoy each other's hold for a few more minutes until he catches her trying to hide a yawn. He stands up and holds the bottom of her thighs to take her with him, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. She doesn’t question when he walks to the bathroom and buries her head in his neck.
He puts her on the counter and spreads her thighs apart. Her tired eyes watch him wet a wash cloth and clean off the dry cum between her legs, pressing a delicate kiss to her sensitive clit. He straightens to find her a new toothbrush and hands it to her. They brush their teeth together before he gets her a spare shirt from his bedroom. He helps her tug it over her body and carries her back to bed. He lies beside her, bringing the blanket to cover both of them. Throughout the whole routine, seeing her naked body gets him hard again, yet he ignores the rock between his legs and snuggles her into the crook of his neck. She feels how turned on he is and even though she is spent from their earlier round, she offers him a chance of release. “We can go another round if you want.” His head moves from side to side, “No, Pet. You’re tired. Let’s just sleep so you can get your energy back. Maybe in the morning.” She can’t disagree with him; nevertheless, there is something else that they can try that might be able to give him the same sensation he needs and she has wanted to try it. She looks at him with bashful eyes, “What if you put it in and didn’t move? Then we can go to sleep and maybe it will make you not as hard anymore.”
Surprise flashes across his face and want brews in his stomach. He doesn’t think he has ever heard such a hot request before. He nods and brings the hand thrown over her waist down between their bodies to guide the head of his cock to her entrance. She places her hand on his chest and confirms she is ready for him. His thrust eases himself into her, her hand slightly digging into his skin for comfort. Once fully sheath inside of her, he kisses her and brings her closer to his front. “I love you,” he mutters against her lips. Her eyes are already fluttered shut, except she still hears his confession. “I love you too.” They fall asleep with him buried in her and a romantic future on their minds.
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the girl next door 20
Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.
Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.
Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.
This lewk but silverfox
Not long after you close yourself in your room you hear the front door close. The house is silent but not calm. While you want everything to just go back the way it was, being alone with your mom doesn’t promise you peace. She never takes it well when she doesn’t get her way.
You have your table pulled up the bed, doodling random petals and stems, some connected and some not. The sunlight beams through the curtains and shines onto the paper as you scratch the graphite over it. You cup your chin as you bide your time, dreading the inevitable. You’ll have to face her again and you have a lot to atone for.
The rustle of leaves is underlined by the darting whistle of some distant bird. Along the edge of your vision, you sense movement and peer over at the window, expecting a flutter of wings. Instead, you see a shadow looming in Steve’s window, just across the gap between your houses. You don’t recognise that man; it must be the friend he mentioned.
You slide the table out and stand slowly, cautious as you try not to draw attention. The man has grey hair like Steve, he’s a little shorter by your measure, and built a bit broader. He turns to lean just beside the window and you carefully tug closed your curtain. You keep forgetting to do that although you can’t even remember opening it most times.
The noise of your movement draws your name from the front room. You huff and face the door. It’s time. You emerge and go to find your mother on her recliner. She stares despondently at the ceiling.
“Whatever you said to Steve...” she mutters.
“I didn’t...” you can’t even finish the lie. You didn’t say anything but you also don’t know everything you did around Steve.
“I don’t want to hear it. You reel it in,” she sits the chair up straight and winces at the jarring motion. “Whatever you’re up to, it stops now.”
You look at the floor, “sorry, mom.”
“Ugh, you’re useless, you know that? If you hadn’t been hanging around like some troll, he would’ve stayed,” she snarls. "If you weren't here, everything would be so much better."
“Mm, but I saw... his friend--”
“Oh, shut up and go away,” she snaps and reclines again. “Tomorrow, he’s taking me out. Away from you. You can stay and clean up your mess.”
You back away without another word. She’s only looking to argue. It will be good for her to get out. Somewhere that isn’t a hospital. And she’s right, this place could use another clean, and you could use the distraction.
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As promised, your mother leaves with Steve. That she’s ready to leave the house before noon is a feat on its own, not to mention how she woke up before you. Still, you made her coffee for her and reminded her about her medicine. Those parts went as usual.
Alone, you feel lighter but not free. You sweep and mop and make sure all the dishes are done and away. You even make sure to use the old vacuum to clean up your mom’s recliners and the carpet in the front room. A spritz of freshener makes the air a little less stale.
You finish around one and go back to your room. You take out your pencils and set to work on a new picture. No more amaryllis; you’ve moved on to morning glories. It’s so beautiful how they open with the sun.
You use your colour pencils, some of them so short you can’t even sharpen them, to give dimension the broad petals. You lose yourself in the task, fingertips a medley of hues as you switch between shades and blending stick. You have your forehead in your hand, your shoulders hunched, and your eyes laser focused.
It’s only your name that breaks your reverie. You blink and sit up, the ache setting into your knuckles as they have a moment to rest. You door is open.
“Hey, sweetie,” Steve says, “we’re back.”
“Oh,” is all you can utter.
“Sorry to interrupt,” he has a hand on his hip. You wonder if he’s been there a while. “Not to intrude but... could I get a peek?”
You stare at him for a moment, confused. Then look down at the page. It’s mostly done, you guess. Doesn’t matter, really. There’s worse things to judge you about.
You set down the pencil and lift the book. He breaks the threshold of your room and crosses to look closer. He carefully puts his hand next to yours, silently asking permission to take it. You hand it over and he raises it closer to squint at the lines.
“This is beautiful,” he remarks, “you should think about my offer. We could go out and find some good scenery,” He suggests as he continues to examine your work, “and you shouldn’t be all bent over like that. You can always use my studio if you need--”
“I’m fine,” you shrug.
“For now, but one day that’s catch up to you. Trust me,” she offers the book back to you. “So... do you only draw flowers?”
You close the book and pack away the pencils.
“Mostly,” you answer.
“Wow, to be honest, I always found them challenging. No two flowers are alike, right? Every rose has different petals, every tulip a different number of stamens,” he says. “So how was your day?”
“Is my mom here?” You asks, ignoring his question.
“Yeah, she’s all tired out. She’s relaxing. Still early though,” he checks his watch, “you wanna come over for a swim?”
You’re flumoxed by the pace of his conversation. The constant pivoting has you off-balance. You’re wholly unready for any of it. Those hours alone have left you in an odd daze.
“Thanks, but uh, I don’t have a suit,” you say.
“You don’t?” He clucks, “well that’s too bad. You could just wear some shorts and tank or whatever. No one around to see.”
“It’s okay,” you rebuff again. “I’m still pretty tired.”
“Oh, of course, sweetie, maybe another time. Did you take another pill? I know they really get to you.”
“Erm, no.”
“You’re going to, right? You need to be consistent, you know? To see if it works.”
“Right, I know,” you murmur guiltily. You’d forgotten all about the boxes in the cupboard.
“Now, I’m only looking out for you. I mean, you take care of your mother, make sure she takes her meds, but what about you? Who’s looking after you, sweetheart?”
You hug yourself and stand. You untangle your arms from around you and push the table back to the corner. He might mean well but you’re just embarrassed. No one does care about you and you’re okay with that. You have to be, you can’t change it.
“It was rhetorical,” he says, “sweetie, I’m going to look after you. I promise.” He’s pauses as if waiting for an answer, “haven’t I?”
“Hmm,” you turn to him and push out your lower lip.
“Haven’t I taken care of you?” He asks.
You nod, “yes. Thank you...”
“You and your mom, right? That’s how it’s gonna be. The three of us.”
What he’s saying, the way he’s saying it, it’s making you uneasy. You tuck your lip under your teeth and let it pop back out. He tilts his head as his eye flicker eerily.
“Well, I’m going to stay the night to keep an eye on mom. She’s having a bad day. She did a lot so... I’ll get started on dinner and you take your medicine, okay?”
Your heart pounds in your ribcage. There’s something about his tone. He’s not asking, he’s telling. You look at him in your doorway, noting how he fills the whole thing. Thinking of how you couldn’t get past him or move him, even if you had the courage to try. You reach over to steady yourself with the table.
“Sure,” you agree softly.
“You’re not busy tomorrow?” He wonders.
You blink and shake your head, “n... no?”
“Good, we have a surprise for you,” he grins. “Big one.”
“Al--alright,” you resist as shiver.
“You should dress up nice, too. Maybe that cute little dress you got,” he taps on the doorframe and takes a step back, “I like that one.”
He winks and spins on his heel, leaving you in a queasy silence. A surprise? What could he possibly mean?
#steve rogers#dark steve rogers#dark!steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#the girl next door#series#drabble#au#silverfox au#mcu#marvel#captain america
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VIRGINITY (PART TWO)
carl grimes x fem!reader
tags: p in v sex, unprotected sex (don’t recommend yall)
masterlist here!
read part one here!
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The day you lost your virginity, everything seemed so…weird. Rick and Michonne had planned to go on a run for a couple of days and the two of you were left with Judith. You’d both asked for advice from Glenn and Maggie and while you got some pretty good advice, Carl got an awkward conversation and a condom.
This was your chance. That morning, you and Carl woke up early to say goodbye to them. “The two of you are gonna be here with Judith, okay? I have Daryl sort of keepin an eye on you so behave.” Rick tells you, packing some cans of food from the pantry into his bag. You look to Carl with sort of an annoyed look. He returns the same.
“Understand?” You both turn to Rick and nod. “Yeah we got it.” Carl replies. Now you had to figure out a way to get Daryl off your back as well. “I trust ‘em.” Michonne approaches from behind you, putting her hand on your shoulder while giving you a smile. You smile at her back, knowing you’re kinda lying to her. But you’re a horny teenager. You gotta do what you gotta do.
“Well…I’m sure they appreciate that. We gotta go.” Rick tells Michonne, zipping up his bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He makes his way through the house, the rest of you following after. You give them their hugs and say goodbye. Once the door slams shut, Judith starts crying. Screaming at the top of her fucking lungs.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You hold your head in your hands, unprepared for the headache about to overtake your brain. “Hey, don’t be stressed. We can use this to our advantage.” Carl smiles and picks up Judith as she sobbed, also grabbing a couple toys before walking out the front door. You watch him walk all the way over to the armory to hand her off to Olivia.
When he disappeared into the faraway house, you turned around to find something to do. When you do turn around, you’re met with Daryl. “Jesus what the fuck!” You practically jump back, Daryl just looks at you like you’re crazy. “Don’t do that, holy shit- where did you come from!?” You put your hand over your heart and try your best to catch your breath. “The back door.” He just stares at you till you’re done. You finally catch your breath.
“Do I seriously need to watch over the two of ya or can I go work on my bike?” He asks, you sort of hesitate for some odd reason, you felt bad for lying. “We’ll be fine. Probably gonna make some soup or something and I might go to the range later. I dunno what he’ll do, probably clean his gun.” You shock yourself with how elaborate that lie was. He nods. “Okay. I’ll see ya.” He made his way out the front door.
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A little later, Carl came back and met with you in your guys’ room where you were changing. He closed the door behind him and you turn around to smile at him, your shirt sliding off your arms. “Whatcha doing?” You ask with an endearing smile. He walks a bit closer. “Looking at you.” You giggle at his response. “You mean watching me change? That’s a bit perverted don’t you think?” You rummage through your closet for another shirt.
“I don’t think so.” He slowly comes up behind you, sliding his hands over your waist. He lodges his face into the crook of your neck where begins to plant harsh kisses. “Stop looking.” He tells you, lowering your arms from the clothes you had in your hand. You turn to face him and he smiles once you do. “You’re so pretty.” He puts his hand up to hold your cheek while he pulls you in for another kiss. This one was soft, the kind of kiss that really meant something. A feeling in your stomach told you things would only get better from here.
The kisses continue, only getting more intense and eventually his tongue slips into your mouth. You let out a small moan and you can feel him smile at that as he kissed you even more. You feel him pull you a little and you follow, your mouths still intertwined. He quickly spins you and plops you on the bed. He seemed confident on the outside, little did you know he was extremely nervous. You sit back with your arms propping you up and he leans in to kiss you again, his hands going straight to the buttons of your jeans. It’s quickly unbuttoned and he starts to tug them off you, standing to discard his own shirt as well.
Looking at him like this drives you insane. His messy hair, swollen lips, and the very obvious boner confined by his jeans. You were both scared and excited. Carl on the other hand was just really fucking horny. He got on the bed above you, one of his knees between your legs rutting against your clothed cunt. You let out yet another small moan and this prompts him to pull away and reach around to your back to unfasten your bra. Or try at least.
He was new to this, you can’t blame him. He fiddles with the clasp in a frustrated manner. “I just wanna see you.” He frowns, upset at himself for not being able to successfully take your bra off. You look at him with a sly smile. He shuts his eyes and rests his forehead on yours, his hand freezing in place as he accepted defeat. “Could you help me please?” He has a defeated tone and you laugh, undoing the clasp of your bra, letting it slide down your arms. While you did so, he worked on undressing you completely and then you waited for him to undress himself.
You’d palmed him once, you knew he wasn’t small but christ. Now you were definitely nervous. He smiled at you, basking in your beauty before leaning down to kiss a trail all the way from your stomach, up to your chest, to your neck. He was so unbelievably happy. He leaned back up to kiss you some more, his hand wandering down to your thigh, pulling it up. Your other thigh moves up instinctively and he pulls away to look down to actually do this.
He holds your legs at the back of your knees while guides himself to where he believes is the right spot. Glenn was a fucking liar. He has no idea what he’s doing. Maggie was right. Jesus this was so awkward. “Um…i-is this right or-” He stutters hoping you’d know how to guide him. You did, you helped him but not without accidentally sliding his tip against your clit, extracting a sharp moan from the both of you. Once he found your hole, he looked at you before slowly pushing into you.
Your mouth drops slightly at the feeling, his eyebrows furrow in pleasure. “This okay?” He asked quietly, stopping to hear your response. “Mhm s’fine just keep going slow.” He nodded and kept pushing, eventually bottoming out. He was breathing heavily, and you were too but he seemed to be on another planet. “A-are you okay?” You sort of giggle. His eyes are shut and he nods. “Just really tight that’s all.” He says breathlessly, gripping your thighs like he was never gonna let go. “Mkay. you can start moving if-if you’re ready.”
Well he’s been ready. He begins to slowly stroke in and out of you, he opens his eyes and leans down to kiss you. You moan into his mouth and you wrap your arms around him. He props himself up to hover over you, still pressing his length into your now, sopping heat. He leans his head back into your neck, moaning against your skin while you leave indents on his back from your nails. “You’re so good, so warm n wet. l-love you s-so much. Please.” He rambled, not even sure why he was saying please.
You could only moan in response, muttering a small “I love you too”back. He started to thrust a bit faster, his pace only increasing. It got to the point where you couldn’t even speak. You could tell he was close to cumming, you were too. Everything felt so good, his affection was only making it ten times better. He was so sweet with you, he really wanted you to feel good and not just him. You were glad he was the one taking your virginity.
“Carl-f-fuck I’m gonna cum.” You tell him, your nails digging into his skin deeper than before which causes him to groan. “Mhm me too.” His voice sounds somewhat strained. You clench around him before cumming all over his cock, him following soon after. He bottoms out inside of you one last time, hitting your g-spot perfectly, causing you to both moan loudly.
He smiles satisfactorily, pulling you into his embrace while he breathes heavily. “You’re so perfect.” He presses a kiss to your jaw and smiles against your skin. “You are. I feel so good.” You say basically astounded, reaching your hand up to rest in his hair. You spend a moment, just breathing and enjoying the afterglow.
Suddenly, Carl pulls away from your neck, and looks up as if he had heard something. You eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“What is it?”
“We forgot the condom.”
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a/n: ok cuz i’m scared and nervous to post this but imma do it anyway THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT i hope it’s okayyy i feel like it was so sped up and im mad about it but let’s ignore that 0-0 hope you like ittttttttttt (im so scared right now you shut up)
ppl to tag: @zomb-1-egutzz
(sorry if u didn’t wanna be tagged for this LMAO)
#carl grimes#twd#the walking dead#carl grimes twd#carl grimes fanfiction#carl grimes fluff#carl grimes x reader#carl grimes x fem!reader#carl grimes x y/n#carl grimes the walking dead#carl grimes smut#the walking dead carl#twd carl
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I hate to sound like a broken record but I would love to hear a Drabble about tech w the pollen, like if you were both crushing really hard on each other and you wanted to spend time with him while he works on his studies and oops what's this jar of mysterious flower blossoms doing here in this little jar (be it tech or reader makes that mistake) and things happen
I am deeply sorry this comes like three months late 😭 but as my beloved TBB mutual and fellow sex pollen freak (affectionate) I owe this one to you and hope you enjoy <3
The Experiment - Tech x F!Reader
Content: 18+ MINORS DNI. basically the prompt! afab reader with gendered language (ie good girl), sex pollen (obvi lol), getting together, Tech being sweet in his own way, unprotected PiV, coming inside, praise kink (both ways tbh), workroom table sex (ooh fun)
A/N: So much made up science in this fic. And a complete lack of safety protocols. For the plot. lol.
Word Count: 2.9k :)
You poke your head into the room where Tech is deeply engrossed in whatever he's typing away on his datapad. He doesn't look up as you move across the space, but he greets you with a little nod of his head as you lean on the tabletop across from him a bit. You wouldn't interrupt him while he was this focused if you were any more of a stranger to him; in fact, you feel a little bit odd doing it even now, but you and Tech spend a lot of time together. He seems to generally welcome you hanging around his workstation, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was sometimes even a bit giddy to see you, happy to have someone around to listen to his long-winded scientific explanations.
"Am I bothering you?" you ask, watching him set his datapad down to start to tinker with a type of device you've never seen before. It seems likely that it's something chemistry related; another device attached to it appears to be malfunctioning.
"It's not possible for you to bother me by merely observing as I work," Tech says. "You are not disturbing me. I actually prefer your presence over others."
You feel a bit of heat rise to your cheeks but stay quiet, other than uttering a small thank you. Your feelings for Tech have only started to grow after you've begun keeping him company as he works, but you've always had a bit of a crush on him. It's hard to focus, sometimes, when he compliments you like that, though you tend to assure yourself it's often platonic or even accidental. Tech often blatantly states what's on his mind, so if he really liked you... wouldn't he have told you by now?
You watch his hands as he works, allowing yourself to be distracted. After a few moments, your curiosity about whatever he's studying gets the best of you.
"So what's that?" you ask, gesturing to a small jar sitting nearest you, across the table from Tech. There are flowers in the jar, incredibly red, and an abundance of blooms settled on the bottom of the jar. "Something you picked up while you've been out on missions?"
Tech looks up from his work finally, eyes settling on you. "Yes, that is a native plant species on an outer rim planet we briefly visited. It was implied to me there by the locals that the flowers could be used as a type of weapon, but I cannot identify the reasoning behind that assumption."
"The flowers aren't poisonous or toxic or... something?"
"The local fauna are not avoidant towards the blooms, nor can I find any documentation of such qualities. In fact, I can hardly find documentation on this species at all. So, I am aiming do my own experiment on the flowers myself, but first I had to calibrate some of this equipment."
You nod. "And you're... sure this is safe for you?" You venture. You know him well enough to understand that both he and the rest of his squad are well-known risk takers.
"The blooms should be, at a minimum, safe to handle. Myself as well as the locals touched them when I first acquired them with no ill effects. My hypothesis is that the bloom must be heavily concentrated or ingested to be considered dangerous," he answers, tone even and betraying no concern.
"Alright," you say, shrugging, trusting him. Tech is incredibly smart, he is very rarely wrong, and you're no toxicologist either; you know even less than he does about this mystery plant.
Tech looks up at you again, the final piece on the equipment clicking into place in his hands. "Would you like to assist me on some of the easier steps of this experiment?"
"Just the 'easier' steps, huh?" you laugh. You push back a little at the perceived dig at your own intelligence.
"I assume there is still a level of risk once the plant is processed, and before I identify any toxicity levels that may possibly arise, which you may find unacceptable to be involved in. And one which the thought of exposing you to unnecessarily, does not sit well with me." Tech corrects you in a straightforward but not unkind manner, then states plainly, "However, I didn't want to exclude you entirely."
The heat comes rushing back to your face. In his voice, in his cadence, knowing him how you do, it sounds like a compliment again. Tech looks up at you from where he sits so genuinely, waiting for your answer, seemingly oblivious to your flustered state.
"Yeah," you nod. "Yeah, you're probably right. I'll help you."
"In that case, please hand me a few of the blossoms," he asks. You reach for the jar, unscrewing the lid, almost reverently retrieving a few flowers. Nothing happens as you handle them, and subconsciously, you relax.
The blooms are pretty, really. Vibrant and delicate. You look at them in your palm, almost transfixed as you reach your hand out to Tech. Your hand brushes against his, only barely, as the blooms leave your grasp, but that's when it happens.
It's almost comical, how fast you yank your hand away, a small cloud of pollen suddenly erupting from the center of the flower in Tech's hand, a little poof of yellow dust settling in the air. He rushes to the door, sealing any contamination to this room.
"What was that?" you ask, nervously.
"I am... unsure," Tech admits. "I have never seen it happen. The blossoms appear to have a volatile method of dispersing their pollen."
"Is it dangerous?"
Tech is uncharacteristically quiet, typing rapidly on his datapad.
"Tech," you demand a bit, feeling wary, a warmth spreading through your body. It isn't necessarily unpleasant, not yet, but your uneasiness has set you on edge.
"The locals claimed it could 'make anyone do anything'..." he trails off. "It is possible," he hesitates, "that I have misinterpreted this flower's use as a weapon, and instead, it is a libidinous agent."
"What does that mean," you ask, feeling a bit helpless.
"It could be an aphrodisiac," he explains neutrally, but his brow is furrowed. "Either way, we will find out shortly."
You bite your lip. The relief you feel of the blossoms not likely being poisonous is quickly replaced by a bit of a panic at being doused by a sex pollen and essentially quarantined with the man you've been crushing on for months. The feeling of warmth from earlier has morphed into a burn, a need, sitting low in the pit of your stomach.
Tech is still typing away on his datapad, but he has turned his body away from you. His posture, usually terrible, is worse than ever, as he is practically hunched over the screen, rapidly typing something.
"So, uh," you say, feeling a discomfort between your thighs form, "what do we do?" you ask, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, sitting on the edge of the table to prevent your knees from giving out. You cross and uncross your legs mindlessly, trying to appear normal, as if unaffected by the pollen.
It isn't easy. You've been attracted to Tech for a long time. Resisting the pull to him is hard even when you're not drugged.
"There is no known cure for the effects we are experiencing, as there is no record of the effects themselves, so we have little choice but to let the pollen take its course. I am documenting my symptoms. I suggest we also document yours."
"Tech, I don't think–" you start, then sigh. "Okay, um, I have a headache, and tenseness in my muscles, and a burning sensation everywhere, I mean, it feels really, really hot in here, and... I honestly don't think I should talk about the rest." You fidget again, squirming against the table. The arousal building in your body is nearly unbearable, but you resist rocking your hips against the table in the way you want to.
Tech turns to look at you, his brown eyes narrowing behind the amber of his goggles. His eyes actually trail down your body to where your legs meet your hips, and you have to physically turn away from him before you say something rash.
You know it's impossible to hide the other symptoms from him, because you've both inhaled the pollen. He knows exactly how you're feeling. You know exactly how he is feeling. You know if you looked at him, you'd see a bulge in his black under-armor, and your patience would snap.
Tech continues to stare at you. To almost study you, as you shift in discomfort and need. You can feel it; his watchful gaze on you, in any other situation welcomed, though flustering, now is nearly unbearable. As if you are now the experiment. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see he is equally restless, though his typing on his datapad must be distracting him to some degree. That too, is falling apart, if the way he has sat down and begun bouncing his leg rapidly is any indication.
Do not look at him, your mind screams at you.
Look. LOOK, touch, tell him, tell him everything, your body begs.
You manage to focus on the wall to your left for nearly five minutes straight, which is hardly an impressive number under any other circumstances.
"How long is this feeling going to last?" you choke out.
"It is unlikely I could predict that number with any certainty. It may be that the symptoms never go away, or may drive us to madness without... manual stimulation. That may be the most effective antidote, as it were."
The look on your face must not be embarrassed enough, because he keeps talking.
"These are less than ideal circumstances," Tech starts, "to confess to you the feelings I have for you."
What?
"I have weighed the pros and cons of telling you sooner. I'm somewhat upset with myself that I haven't, as this might not be so awkward now if I had. I've noticed your increased breathing rate around me, as well as your tendency to seem eager to watch my work even when it cannot possibly entertain you. I've repeatedly attempted to compliment you, to subtly show my emotions, though I'm fairly certain it has not landed well. Regardless, I have come to hope that you do return my affection."
You're pretty sure your eyes are as wide as dinner plates as you turn to look at him.
"Unless I am wrong?" Tech offers. He has a vulnerable look on his face; he'd never mess with you like this anyway, you know that, but when you look at him, he appears so genuine and desperate that the dam threatens to break.
"You're not wrong," you say.
"I rarely am."
You can't contain yourself anymore, really. You're across the room and in his lap before you can think; there's not much left of your brain that isn't clouded by either the pollen or Tech's confession to you. And then his mouth is on yours, kissing you and claiming you, heated and direct, and so very different compared to that soft confession he just gave you mere seconds ago.
You grind in his lap, the feeling of his bulge against your already wet and needy cunt almost instantly soothing the burning sensation coursing through your veins. As soon as the feeling fades it returns though, with a vengeance that makes you shudder and moan against him, folding in on yourself. It's not enough, not yet. Under different circumstances, you'd gawk at the bulge in his under-armor, kiss down his body, slow down and really appreciate this.
But you can't. You burn.
"I need you," you whine, and you almost hate how desperate you sound, if not for the fact that it makes Tech's hips buck against your own and his eyes widen.
"Say it again," he requests, but he's already complying, standing to lay you onto the table, tilting you back and pulling your hips to the edge. The pollen is having a great effect on him, too, and he seems unusually impatient; you wonder if things were different if he may have made you wait or beg for his attention.
"I fucking need you," you grit out, still trying to rut against him even positioned like this, back arching whenever his clothed cock manages to bump up against your clit. The layers of your pants and underwear are suddenly the most offensive thing you've ever felt, and you rush to undress, kicking off your lower layers until they're barely on, hanging around one leg. Tech has pulled his cock from his pants, sliding into your waiting cunt with one thrust. It shouldn't be achievable, not with his size, but the pollen has made you so wet and open that you take him effortlessly.
"You f-feel, ah, e-exquisite," Tech sighs. "Take me so well."
You've never heard him stutter before. You can't blame him; everywhere your skin meets his is a feeling of thrill, an almost soothing warmth instead of the awful burning sensation from before.
"Is t-this working for you, love?" Tech continues. "Is this what you needed?"
"Fuck yes," you whine at the new pet name, unsure of how Tech is even thinking clearly enough to be asking you such things as his hips slam into you. Meanwhile you say the first thing that comes to your mind, "Needed you, needed your cock inside me. Always want you s' bad."
Tech almost loses it then, but shudders and slams his hips into you again instead, caught up on the 'always' portion of your statement.
"Good, you're so good," he praises you softly, in direct contrast to the heady and animalistic way he's rutting his cock into you, his hands pinning your thighs open.
You gasp, never thinking you'd see Tech like this. He's typically methodical, precise, but the way he's fucking you right now is anything but. Through the pollen, you don't have the presence of mind to analyze what you thought your first time with Tech would be like; all that matters is how amazing he's making you feel now, the sound of his cock in your wet cunt as his thrusts grow sloppy practically makes your eyes roll back and you whine.
"M'close already," you rush out, the feeling of the effects of the flowers intensifying tenfold. "You feel so, oh–"
The table is digging into your back, the pollen is rushing through both of your veins, you feel crazed, but you've also never felt this good.
"I-I am not going to last either," Tech states, clearly also a mess. His goggles have slipped down his nose and been pushed back haphazardly, and are now slightly askew; his face is flushed, his eyes dilated so wide they're nearly black. He slips a hand to your clit, and, impressed with his clear thinking of your pleasure in spite of the pollen, and the rush of sensation that shoots through you at his touch, it's all you need.
Mere moments later, you clench around him, and the strength of your orgasm is something you've never, ever felt before, by your hand or anyone else's. You moan his name, bearing down hard around his cock, and he nearly doubles over.
"Good girl, good, good girl," he praises you, "Did s-so well for me," he continues, leaning down and murmuring into your ear as you finish, and it sends aftershocks wracking through your body. He's helpless but to follow behind you soon. Now that you've cum, he seems to have surrendered entirely to the brain fog created by the pollen, thrusting into you like nothing else matters, chasing his high.
"W-where?" he stutters again, ever as considerate, though he knows it would take every ounce of his willpower to fight the flower's effects and pull out from your cunt now.
Luckily for him, you don't want him to.
"Inside," you breathe, "Need it inside of me," and it's not an exaggeration, as you can still feel the effects of the pollen trying to return even after you've finished; you're pretty sure you literally need him to cum inside you to be free of the symptoms.
His orgasm is just as strong as yours had been, and he nearly collapses on top of you, shoving his cock into your cunt as you feel him twitch and spill inside of you. Tech's eyes never leave yours; his brow furrows and his mouth falls slightly agape as he maintains eye contact with you while he cums. His beautiful gaze once again feels welcome on your frame. It sends you into another weak orgasm, finishing around him, milking his cock, until he can take it no longer and pulls away from you, collapsing into the chair, leaving you lying on the table. The two of you are silent suddenly, but for both of you panting with exertion.
A few moments pass before you sit up, perched on the edge of the table, and find yourself feeling very vulnerable. You eye Tech, slouched in the chair just a few inches from you, and wordlessly, you slide back down into his lap, where he wraps a tentative arm around your waist.
Another few moments pass before he clears his throat.
"Please forgive me for my miscalculation," he says into your shoulder, pressing a light kiss there.
"What do you mean?"
"I should not have exposed you to danger by underestimating the flower blooms. Something worse may have happened."
"But I really like what did happen."
"As did I," Tech says. "I take it this is not the only time you would entertain such... attention from me?"
"Far from it," you laugh lightheartedly, pulling back from where you've tucked your head over his shoulder to look at him. "But we can skip the flowers next time, since we know how the pollen affects people now." you joke.
"You are not open to more experimentation?" Tech asks.
"Tech," you gasp, mock-offended.
"Kidding, love."
"Well," you hum back, "maybe some pre-negotiated experimentation isn't out of the question."
Tech's eyebrows raise and a little smile tugs on the corners of his mouth. The two of you are going to have so much fun together.
#tech ♥️#tbb tech x reader#tbb tech smut#tech smut#tbb smut#tbb x reader#tech x reader#the bad batch smut#sorry if this one isn't all that I honestly can't tell if it hits or not😭
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Prince Charming - Mason Mount
a/n i feel like i've used this gif before but i do not care! i'm off to a wedding so wanted to get this out! enjoy mwah <3
summary: just some fluff with mason and reader who is sick!
You hated being sick.
The cough that had been racking your body for the last few days had reduced you to talking in croaky whispers, your whole body ached, you had no energy and all you could do if you weren’t sleeping was watching repeats of Friends.
What made it even worse was that Mason wasn’t there to look after you and give you the love you so desperately needed to heal. He was in Manchester and you were stuck in London. To add insult to injury, you had planned to take the train up to the north west to see him and watch his game against Liverpool. You’d had to message him the day before, saying you weren’t going to be able to come up. He wanted nothing more than to look after his girl, but Ten Hag had been adamant that Mason would at least be on the bench for the game, if not in the starting lineup.
It was just an all round bad situation. A long distance relationship was not necessarily what you signed up for, but you loved Mason more than anything in the world. You were both determined to make it work.
On Friday night, you were tapping through your Instagram stories, looking at all your friends going out and celebrating the end of the working week. You sighed, which obviously turned into a coughing fit. With nothing else to do, you turned off the lights and curled up in bed, hoping that by morning, you would feel better and be able to watch Mason play.
Or at least that was your plan. This plan was scuppered by your phone lighting up with Mason’s picture as he rang for a FaceTime. You shoved a hoodie on and ran your fingers through your hair in the hopes it would make you a little bit more presentable, before flicking the lamp by your bed on so you could speak to him.
‘H-Hello,’ you croaked. His face was slightly pixelated through the dodgy WiFi in the hotel he was staying in, but he still managed to look like he’d walked off a Vogue shoot. Damn him, you thought to yourself.
‘Hey sweet thing, how are you doing?’ Just the sound of his voice was enough to perk you up a bit, and you sat up.
‘I’m… I’m okay, just tired and got this stupid bloody cold that’s had me bed bound the last two days. How are you?’ You could barely stifle the yawn that crept out of your mouth without any warning.
‘Oh darling, I’m okay, just called because I’m worried about you, I’ve hardly heard from you the last couple of days and wanted to check in.’ Your heart swelled. You’d been together over two years, but he was still finding ways to make your dreams come true. He really was your Prince Charming. ‘I won’t keep you long as I know you’re sick, just wanted to say I love you and I miss you.’
The emotions you’d been feeling over the last couple of days boiled over, and your face crumpled as tears leaked from your eyes.
‘I really, really miss you, Mase,’ you sobbed. ‘I feel awful, I can’t do any work, I haven’t seen you in like a fortnight, everyone’s going out and enjoying the sun while I’m stuck here on my own with not even Ben or Reece to keep me company as they’re in Timbuktu or something.’ Mason couldn’t help but chuckle at your melodramatics; Ben and Reece were not in Timbuktu, they were in fact in Southampton for their away game. He didn’t have the heart to mention this, though.
‘I’m sorry, baby, I really am, I wish I could be there to help. Just focus on resting and getting better, okay? I’ll be with you as soon as I’ve finished this game, I promise.’ You sighed. You knew he couldn’t help being a professional footballer, and he loved playing with United, but you couldn’t help but feel like part of your soul went wherever he went.
You chatted a bit more, or rather, he chatted while you listened to him, before he bade you goodnight and you were once again left with nothing but the sound of your fan blowing cool air on you to stop your fever spiking too high. It wasn’t long before your cold and cough medication kicked in, and you were out like a light.
*
You awoke the next morning feeling like there was someone in your house. Ignoring the fact that your fever had gone and your airways felt clearer than they had in the last few days, you stepped out of bed and grabbed your phone from the bedside table. Fully prepared to call the police, you padded silently down the carpeted staircase and peeked into the kitchen.
What you saw made another sob fall out of your mouth.
Mason was stood by the stove, wearing a United hoodie and track pants, while stirring something in a pot on the hob which you could only guess to be chicken soup.
‘Mase?!’ He whirled around and grinned.
‘Hey babe!’ You summoned the energy to run over to him and throw your arms around his neck, relishing the contact of your bodies having been apart for nearly two weeks.
‘What the hell are you doing here? I thought they wanted you to play?’ He kissed your temple and shrugged.
‘But I wanted to be here with you more. It wasn’t easy but I managed to negotiate it off. After our FaceTime last night I couldn’t be apart from you any longer. I couldn’t have you suffering here by yourself while Ben and Reece are in Timbuktu.’ You giggled at the reference to what you’d said the previous night, and hugged him harder, your head finding its usual spot just under his neck. He wrapped you up in his arms and rubbed your back.
‘I can’t thank you enough, Masey, it means the world.’ You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head.
‘It’s the least I can do for my princess.’ And in that moment, with you curled up against his chest while he stirred chunks of chicken and vegetables in a thick broth, breathing in his glorious scent that could only the scent of home, you had absolutely no doubt in your mind that you really had found your Prince Charming.
#mason mount#mason mount fic#mason mount fluff#mason mount fanfic#mason mount smut#mason mount x reader#mason mount x you#mason mount x y/n#mason mount imagine#mason mount imagines#manchester united#football#football imagines#football imagine
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🧁Congrats on 3k followers!🧁 You were the first steddie person I followed and I'm still so glad I did! 💕
For the sentence prompt, I'm picking a line from my favorite love song - Fair by The Amazing Devil:
"Darling, I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades at night when light is fading"
Me? The first?! That’s a huge honor and I am definitely not crying about it (lying). I hope you enjoy!
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Steve’s migraines were bad when it rained, even worse when he’d been outside all day. Nothing helped except sleeping it off.
And pressure in just the right spot on his forehead.
It was hard to get it right on his own, and Robin was always just a bit too harsh with her fingertips against his skin, pressing too much at once in too many places. Eddie managed to touch just right sometimes, but it was hit or miss.
It was so fucking frustrating.
Eddie was frustrated too, especially when the pain got to a point that Steve didn’t even want him near him. Every smell, sound, and accidental touch made him nauseous.
They had rain most of the day, and Steve’s work day had started with Keith berating him for not rewinding one tape before putting it back on the shelf. It ended with a customer trying to steal candy from the shelves and yelling at Steve when he got caught.
By the time he got home, he could barely feel his fingers from how hard he’d been clenching the steering wheel as he drove, doing his best to focus on the road ahead. He just had to get home, then he could wash his face and get in bed.
Eddie was playing music while he made dinner, and it was nearly impossible for Steve to do anything but rush past the kitchen to their bedroom. Eddie would figure it out quickly.
Within minutes, Steve was standing at the bathroom sink in only his underwear, hot water running over the washcloth he planned on holding on his face until he could breathe again.
“Stevie, you okay?” Eddie whispered when he walked into the room.
“Migraine.”
“I’ll get you some water and the ice pack.”
Steve lost track of time as he finished up in the bathroom and settled in bed. His head wasn’t pounding so much as exploding into new galaxies every time he blinked. Somehow, closing his eyes made it worse.
He managed to make himself as comfortable as possible, barely even moving when Eddie placed the ice pack on his forehead and eyes.
“10?” Eddie asked as softly as possible, keeping his distance, but staying close enough for Steve to touch him.
“Mhm.”
“You need me to sleep on the couch?”
“No.”
The bed shifted slightly as Eddie moved further under the covers on his side. “Okay. I’m right here, sweetheart.”
The spot on his forehead was pulsing and the ice pack wasn’t doing shit.
“Turn on your side,” Steve asked, voice shaking as he tried to bite back a whimper of pain.
He felt Eddie move, and when he reached a hand out to see if he’d understood what he asked, he couldn’t help his lip turning up at the corner in an attempt at a smile.
Sometimes he was convinced the bat bites had connected them in more ways than the soft camaraderie of recovery. Sometimes it felt like they were reading the other so well, they shared a brain.
Steve slowly moved forward, wincing when his body made contact with Eddie’s. Steve pulled the ice pack away.
“Sweetheart?”
“Just a sec,” he replied.
Eddie was as still as a statue, something so rare, he probably reserved it for these moments.
Another reason Steve was certain Eddie was better than he deserved.
Steve leaned his head forward, letting out a small groan when his forehead made contact with Eddie’s back, right between his shoulder blades.
He pressed his head forward, not able to relax until he found-
There.
He nearly moaned with relief.
“Found it, angel?” Eddie whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment of painless ecstasy Steve was experiencing.
“Mm.”
“Stay as long as you need,” Eddie added before focusing on slow breathing so he wouldn’t disrupt Steve’s resting place.
Steve sighed and let himself enjoy this moment for as long as possible. He closed his eyes.
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When Steve woke up, the light was almost gone between the curtains and Eddie’s breathing was slowed like he was asleep.
His head still ached, but the pounding had gone, and when he looked down at Eddie’s face, everything was clear.
He’d found a place to heal in Eddie. First, his arms, then his heart, and now, the place between his shoulders.
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Studying with Choso🌱🫧🌷
Student!Choso x Reader One-Shot
the deets: Poor Cho - he's been best friends with books and binders for weeks on end with little to no time for his favorite subject; You 🥺. With his finals just around the corner, his cram sessions are in full swing... and affections absent. So, being the angel that you are, you decide to give him a helping hand.
w.c: 3.8k
tags: fem!reader, fem!top/switch (kinda), teasing, nipple play, breath play, choking, handjob, praise, pet names, Ph.D student Choso|mention of: rough penetration, bruising, throat fucking, 18+ MDNI
a.n: what began as a daydream turned into my 1st (completed) JJK fanfic - go crazy, go stupid|don't talk to me about the latest spoilers ... pls 🥲
Sigh.
He’s been at it for hours now.
The clock ticking against the silence in the room made that obnoxiously apparent.
Hums of Lofi coming from the living room is your only saving grace. The peace and tranquility he needs to concentrate starkly contrasts the infectious heat growing in your lower body.
Nibbling on your nails proves meek, as your thighs, acting as hand warmers, begin to ache. You couldn’t help but palm your pussy while trying to resist the urge to interrupt Choso’s study session.
Again.
Your cunny kept speaking to you with a raging heartbeat. Begging you to march in there and demand attention as he’d been home for hours with little to no sprinkles of affection.
You groan, burying your face into your pillow.
“Baaabe,” you call out, a pout forming on your lips.
As much as you wanted to quell your growing pains, you knew this was a really important exam for Choso - one of his last hurdles before wrapping up his Ph.D program. Knowing how much it meant to Choso, you feel a twinge of guilt.
Your little man was on his way to wearing white lab coats and curing diseases, saving lives one cure at a time. A faint smile finds your face thinking about it. You could see him clearly, donning goggles and blue gloves; his signature spiky buns (adding to the charm) are truly adorable. His little face is a picture of concentration, completely absorbed in his work while taking measurements and recording data; you could almost hear the sound of his pen scratching on the notepad.
The image of him so absorbed in his work is both charming and impressive; it always makes your heart flutter.
You just knew that those bitches he’s going to be working with better watch themselves.
Choso in that element alone was enough to make you fold; you could only imagine working so closely with him for multiple hours and taking more than your fair share of quick glances—clenching your thighs to steady your desires to have him bend you over the metal table just to feel the coolness against your nipples.
“I’m sorry, babe,” Chose whines back. It breaks you out of your jealousy-filled fantasy. Yet, you find your fingertips damp from the arousal between your legs. “I just need a bit more time.” You hear the fatigue in his voice. Knowing your love is so tired and hard at work breaks your heart.
But that’s all he’s been doing as of late, and you felt as if you hadn’t seen each other in ages. Between his hours-long sessions at the lab and catching up on sleep, you barely had time to cuddle at bedtime. You missed his warmth, his strong arms instinctively bringing you closer to him as he slept. The way your bodies formed a perfect C as he kissed into your neck.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. And you are surely suffering at the moment.
The multiple attempts to dissuade his attention from his books were fruitless.
Casual walk-bys in his favorite silky shorts of yours, the ones that hug above your plump undercuff, went unnoticed. You were sure he could feel the wind against his face as you swished by, making sure your cheeks lingered in his air for a second or two.
He paid it no mind..
It wasn't until you stopped dead in front of him that he finally turned his attention to you, pausing to follow his wandering eyes around the wavy rim of your shorts. The design stretched around your plush thighs creating an imprint on your body, marking your velvety skin. Your arms crossed firmly on your chest push your tits into full view; the accompanying pout on your face made his dick jump.
He sighs, trailing his hands up your thighs to the small of your back, and pulls you in between his legs. A deep breath follows as he inhales your rosy scent, savoring the fragrance he wishes he could bottle and horde.
His chin rests on your lower belly as he looks up at you with puppy dog eyes. “An hour. I promise.”
He peers over the rim of his reading glasses, looking on with a furrowed brow and pouty lip, squeezing at your hips.
You couldn’t resist melting when he’s like this.
His eyes beg for patience, but his hands, wavering under the cuffs of your cheeks, say otherwise. A gentle squeeze on your inner thigh confirms it; you bite your lip at his firm grasp, his eyes never leaving yours.
Fawk me.
"Hmph.” you lower into his lap, perfectly molding your body against his. Resting your head on his shoulder, your hands find solace at the nape of his neck. He's so warm. His arms find home around your waist, a sensation that always makes you feel so secure, so small. So needy.
You rock into him, the smell of his hair drugging you as you try to be as close as possible, barely able to control the need to dry-hump him for relief.
Oh, how his heavenly thighs would be a perfect candidate.
“One hour? You promise, Cho?” your whine, coupled with the dampness of your shorts, incites a bulge between your thighs. The friction of which alone could get you off if you kept up the pace.
This doesn't go unnoticed of course, and it took all of Choso’s restraint to keep him from dragging your hips back and forth himself, letting you use him like a fucktoy against your clit.
Or better yet, take you like this. It would be so easy for him to snake his arms under your legs and prop you up to bounce on his dick. He was sure the chair was sturdy enough to handle him abusing you.
The thought was mind-numbingly irresistible.
He tugs at his bottom lip, swallowing a moan and holding you a bit tighter.
“I promise.” pressing a kiss on your ear, his fingers float down your spine. You could stay like this for the rest of the night if it were up to you, but you knew his studies were critical. Besides, maybe your patience would come with a reward—a nice fat one. The one sitting neatly in his shorts, threatening to poke out from under you at the present moment.
But that was almost an hour ago.
The hour he promised he would be done by.
And lying in bed with your head hanging off of the side, picturing Choso ramming his dick down your throat, certainly wasn’t helping the throbbing in your core. You pull your hand from your shorts, marveling at the webs between your fingers. Frowning immediately after.
Fine. If he wouldn’t come to you…
You huff, sitting up to head to the living room only to be met with Choso’s back turned to you—his head buried in papers and woe. A mischievous grin plays on your face as you tiptoe behind him.
Your arms wrap lovingly around his neck and drift down his chest. He jumps a little, feeling a tug on the bottom of his shirt. Your icy hands slip underneath and palm his chest before he can argue.
“You keep it so cold in here, Cho,” you nuzzle into his neck, “How am I supposed to stay warm?”
Your hands snake around his torso until they brush his pink nips. The rhythmic beat of his heart picks up against your fingers. A slight tug elicits a groan from his lips. “Babe,” he winces, “What are you doing?”
You giggle, twirling them between your fingers before pulling out to caress his scalp—a certified soft spot of his and your favorite place to play.
To help him concentrate, of course.
You tumble through his brunette locks like gentle waves. It’s almost comical how easily his head falls back against your breasts. The sensation mixed with exhaustion turns him into putty in your hands. You gaze lovingly at his bliss-ridden face and softly closed eyes. Slow, shallow breaths escape his rosy lips as if he’s lost in a peaceful dream.
His naturally dark under-eyes show signs of how busy he’s been. anyone else would assume the purple hue came from sleep deprivation (partially true), but you loved how the blush features coveted his face. To you, they only enhance his already striking features, making him all the more breathtakingly beautiful.
Even without an impossible schedule on top of it.
You were enamored with his unwavering commitment to his ambitions, aspirations, and most importantly, you. It was impressive seeing how he seamlessly balanced his pursuit of success and his affection for you, always making time for meaningful moments together. On top of caring for his younger brother Yuji, the cutest little manic dumpling in existence, you couldn’t help but awe at his ability to juggle everything and still find a way to make you feel cherished.
The thought of it all sends butterflies from your tummy to your toes.
His exposed neck begs for attention. You lean, brushing your soft lips against the skin. Careful to ghost over his collarbone, sending trimmers to his ears. The temptation to swipe his earlobe with your tongue flashes through your mind, a feat you know would send his dick through his pants.
Instead, you slowly wrap your hand around his jaw, pulling his head back further. His eyes lock on your playful smile; his stunned face makes you nuzzle your thighs together.
“Y/N-” he starts but your lips silence the protest. He melts into your hand feeling your tongue dip into his mouth. His feeble attempt to object fleets like seconds on a clock.
Mint chocolate fills your mouth tasting the sweet treats he nibbles on to get him through the night. You couldn't stand the taste of chocolate-flavored toothpaste, but you would swallow a barrel full just to sample it from the lips that always took your breath away.
Quelled by your touch, Choso softens in his seat.
How could he resist? Your tongue was nectar on any given day, and he was your hummingbird.
Your hands travel down his chest, lingering on his waist and treasured v-section. Something he worked on sculpting 2 to 3 times a week, though you swore it came naturally. A waist this slutty simply could not be built in a gym. It was your favorite playground on nights when you could not resist the urge to sink your teeth into flesh.
Followed by whines from Choso.
And your knees shaking and shoved against your chest for tempting him.
You pause before his delectable thighs, capturing an involuntary mew when you glide over them. Fuck, he thinks, I’m such a slut—battling between needing to study and needing your touch.
What began as mischief morphs into something brilliant, feeling your boyfriend writhe in his chair.
Pulling away from his pillowy lips, a smile forms on yours. He looks on, dazed, almost upset that you stole away.
“Cho..,” you breathe, “What is the central dogma of molecular biology?”
His eyes pop open. Your fingers on his thigh slow. You hold a lustful stare, watching his mind search for the answers.
“Um, the flow of genetic information within a biological system?”
You nod happily, resuming your strokes. His lips twitch in response.
“What isss… the role of CRISPR-Cas9 in genome editing?”
You inch closer to his inner thigh. His eyes flash to your hand.
“Aht aht,” tilting his chin, “Look at me when you answer.” Your fingers press deeper into his jaw, the result of which makes his dick strain against his shorts and stretch the fabric. Pulsing thumps vibrate through your other hand when you cup his length to still him.
Heat finds your face as you palm the growing tent. The boy had been blessed with a toe-curling gift that shot stars into your eyes every time it sank into your core. Your dainty little hands paled in comparison to the massive limb - it was a wonder how he ever managed to fit inside you - let alone between your fingers.
Yet, you still managed to take him so well, he thought. Stretching around him with ease, bringing curses to his mouth every time he bottomed out. Always so wet and ready for him at the simplest touch. It was more like your pussy always craved the challenge, sucking and swallowing him like a pure essence.
“Cho.”
The words catch in his throat. “It-it’s a genome editing tool that comes from bacterial immune systems,” he wets his lips, clenching his fingers, “It uses a.. guide RNA to target specific DNA sequences and Cas9 enzyme to introduce precise changes, like a um, gene knockout or uh….insertion, in various organisms.”
“Good boy,” you coo, pressing a plush kiss onto his lips again. He blushes red at the sound of praise. The words stimulating a part of his brain that makes him docile and dumb.
Raking nails and plump lips battle for his attention. He feels breathless at your touch. You barely had time to kiss each other before starting your mornings. And now, here you were, toying with him like a trinket.
The questions come with ease, a result of genuine curiosity and random peeks over his shoulder during long nights of cramming.
Difficulty increases as you rattle them off. The look of astonishment on Choso’s face says he didn’t know that you had been paying such close attention. You were no stranger to flashcards and practice quizzes yourself, having become accustomed to them during your undergrad studies. And though those four years may have driven you close to insanity, the habits proved permanent. And were being put to good use on your overworked boyfriend.
“Mmmm,” a thumb dances along the rim of his shorts, “What kind of stem cell research uses Patient-derived iPSCs?”
His brows furrow feeling the elastic stretch around his waist, “Umm, regenerative medicine, no, disease modeling and drug discovery.” skimming his hips sets his nerves on fire. A quick pop of the waistband sends him into outer space. The look of defeat is adorable, his glasses fogging a little.
He was so cute, so easily coaxed into trembles from the slightest touch.
You chuckle, nodding, “And if they can model human diseases, then?”
Searching for the solution sends him into a panic. His mouth gapes, but your fingers do not waver, pressing between his thighs, patiently awaiting his answer.
You can tell he’s overthinking it, second-guessing even. My poor baby, you think. Your eyes soften watching him. A gentle expression that reminds him why he tries at all.
With a soft tug of your thumb on his bottom lip, the answer is clear.
“...They can be used to help researchers save lives”.
The simplest answer is most often the best.
You smile, “Correct.” In one swoop, his shorts fall just enough to allow his dick to spring out. It slaps against his stomach, thumping against the cool air. A slick of arousal glistens from the head down to the shaft. You fixate on the lip-licking sight, hungry for a taste.
Choso’s hazy eyes are a close second; his struggle to keep them open is noticeably appetizing. The devil may be the most beautiful fallen angel, but it’d be a run for his money if Choso had wings.
Your hands are careful to tease his length, lightly drawing long lines and circles. Pressing your fingertips into him on correct answers, slowing when he hesitates. Pure agony wouldn’t come close to describing the restraint Choso is using to keep himself grounded.
Oh, how easy it would be for him to take you into his lap and fuck you senseless for being such a tease. To wrap his arms around your waist and bully you down onto his cock until you both gushed and mewed.
Truthfully, he was spurred on by your newfound dominance—each thump of his dick attesting to the ache and self-control he’s sustained over days of rigorous scheduling.
Tension had been building for weeks. Every encounter was filled with stolen glances and lingering touches. Brushing fingertips as you left in the morning. Sleepy hugs, that could’ve lasted longer, at the end of the day. The air was thick with a mix of desire and frustration as repressed affection hung heavy in the space between you. Every moment was a delicate balance of longing and limits.
You never considered taking matters into your own hands, literally.
Choso was so lost in the sauce that you thought it would be cruel.
But the way he folded under you like origami awakened something inside of you. Like fire to a flame, this newfound desire to take what you wanted was exhilarating. “Are you still with me, Cho-baby?”.
Choso has always been known for his exceptional memory. Whether it was recalling a complex molecular chain in the lab or remembering your favorite order at all the eateries in town, he never had any issues with recollection.
But now, he was sure he would forget his own name if you asked him. His short-circuiting brain grew increasingly useless against your skilled hands. “Hmph,” pulling your bottom lip with your teeth, “No?”
Grazing his mushroom tip turns his words to mush. His stringy pre-cum is a delicious lubricant for the circles you draw. "Mmm," you moan, imagining sucking it down your throat.
With a gentle press, it spills over your thumbs, soaking your hand and eliciting another stifled moan from Choso. You grin. It’s music to your ears and hell on your soaked panties, fueling a primal hunger that intensifies with every gasp and tremble.
Your throbbing cunt is an undeniable testament. Cursed with an insatiable need to be sopping and full.
It’s impossible for Choso not to arch into your hand, betraying his own body for more of your cunning touch—seeking more of the intoxicating pleasure only you can provide. Resisting was foolish—if you were a drug, Choso was an addict.
“Oh?” transfixing on his soft grind, “Does that feel good, Cho?” he blushes beet red, this time looking away, but you’re quick to bring him back, steadying his jaw between your fingers and instructing him not to move.
Fuck. He could cum just from the look on your pretty face towering over him, stern and seductive. “Answer me baby, use your words.”
His lungs feel cloudy as you wrap your hand around his length, his mouth falling open in tandem as you stroke up and down his length with ease, increasing pressure from the base to the tip as if trying to coax the words out of him. How you wish you could straddle him and do the same with your pussy—use the desk for leverage and ride him into oblivion until you milked him dry.
His breath matches the rhythm of your strokes in a needy way, sending waves of electricity from your chest to your toes. You can't help but press your breasts closer, cradling his head between your pillows like a second home. “Does. This. Feel. Good?”
He swallows, “s-so good… so. fucking. good,” it drags out of him.
It was a sultry vice grip, swallowing him with your stroke, stealing his breath. His last cling to sanity was his grasp on the seat of the chair, almost turning his knuckles pale white.
Despite being the giver and not the receiver, your own arousal equally intensifies with each desperate moan, shudder, and gasp that escapes his lips—the wetness between your thighs becomes almost unbearable. Every sound consumes rational thought, only leaving a craving for more.
Forgetting your impromptu questionnaire, you decide you’d like to see how long he can go like this, having been days since your last quickie in the kitchen, hips roughly pushed into the counter as he fucked into you. The sight of you reaching into the fridge, exposing your pretty panties, brought on the occasion. And suddenly you were very familiar with the cabinets as he spread you open for a taste. You wore the bruises for days like a badge of honor for taking him as long as you did.
But now, as you rolled your thumb over his supple slit, you were sure he could come undone in a matter of seconds.
He groans feeling you suddenly lick and nip at his earlobe, your devilish thoughts from earlier coming true. You kiss heat into him, twisting your hand up and down; he twitches with every pump, ears growing hot. "Aww baby," you purr, listening to the wet sloshes of your hand.
You bite the inside of your lip feeling your throbbing clit match the raging heartbeat in his dick. You'd slip your fingers into your soppy pussy and curl them until you came if they weren't so occupied with holding Choso's eyes on you. "You've been working so hard," you whine, "Are you gonna cum for me, Cho?" dipping down now and then to caress his balls, the squelching sounds battle for dominance over the serene Lofi beat. His only response being whimpers and a slight head nod lets you know that he’s close.
Your other hand slides down from his jaw to his throat, locking with a light squeeze. “Mmmph,” the restriction drives him closer, beginning to mindlessly pump himself into your hand. You squeeze at the base as if to milk him of all his worries. “I’m gonna…”
“You’re gonna what?” Your pressure increases on his neck, matching the growing knot in his stomach. His face flushes, but you wait for his tell. He fucks into your hand, following a string of silent curses, when you see it, that familiar thigh twitch.
His mouth falls wide open, sucking in air, “F-fuck i-i'm cu-” You shove your tongue down his throat making sure he tastes you completely, stealing the air from his lungs as he cums. His hand entangles in your hair, the orgasm cracking like lightning through him as his seed spills over your fingers, shuddering from his hips down.
But you don't stop—continuing to pump, making sure to milk out every last drop. His pulsing dick provides a steady stream of hot spurts until his thrusts turn sloppy and his abs begin to ache. Your sloppy kiss silences his guttural moans until his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Finally, you pull away, a string of slick connecting your tongues, letting him breathe. The cool air soothes his heavy pants and heaving chest. You watch his spent face, his eyes following your fingers to your mouth as you lick them clean. The act stimulates his softening dick, adding a final spurt to the mess you’ve created on his lap.
You giggle, removing his glasses and setting them aside to plant a kiss on his forehead and blushing scar. A familiar ring chimes through the air. The sound you had become accustomed to on early mornings that started your day.
Hmm, he really was keeping up with the time, you think.
You lean down, smiling against his cheek, “Looks like your hour is up, babe.” You rub his surely sore neck and peck it.
His hand, still grasping your hair, catches you before you can pull away. Your eyes widened at the sudden shift. You gasp when he pulls you back, meeting his gaze as his lips curl into a sinful smile—watching his dick slowly thump back to life from the corner of your eye. He leans closer and whispers in your ear, his voice raspy and dry but very, very clear.
“Yours is just starting.”
#bluuharem#choso x reader#choso smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk fic#jjk smut#jjk x poc!reader#anime smut#jjk x y/n#jjk imagines#choso x you#choso x y/n
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Sukuna with a lover who's insecure about herself and so he takes her in front of the mirror and kisses her while telling her what he lives about her.
Could lead to mirror sex of you're comfortable with that
no matter what
c/w: intimacy, a bit nsfw but implied sex, slight violence, sukuna calls you my love and dear
a/n: i forgot i could write nsfw woah but this is implied so sorry for ermmmm leaving you high and dry! also reader is not gender specified, i think you can grab chests??? even with how small they are??? like idk cupping a breast implant, those are tiny right...
sorry if short!
c: sukuna x gen!reader
he thinks you're quite silly, well all humans were especially when you try to shrink and pull away from him if he fondles your body a bit and your face tries to hide that useless fear of how a body is supposed to look like.
he had you where he wanted, body nude and reflecting back onto the mirror with his arms around your waist, his hand playing with the skin of your leg. the fingers you love so much tracing down to the inside of your thighs and a soft growl that run down his lips as he traced them on the shell of your ear.
first, he holds your head up, guiding it to meet his eyes in the mirror.
"why so crestfallen, my love?"
your arms do little to hide your own body when his arms easily pulled them away and he nuzzles his face into your neck to breathe in your scent that makes for an entertaining reaction, a lovely shiver down your spine.
your chest, he traces his hands over and kisses up your nape. his fingers palms them and felt up your skin.
there was your heart, it beats so hard for him. humans are such a fickle thing, he holds the spot of your body where he can feel it beating hard for him and he chuckles. whether it was fear to submit or excitement for how close he was, he loves all the times an organ reacts so quickly to him.
he smooths down to your waist and holds your hips, patting them slightly. you swore he got harder just from nudging into your ass.
he loves your hips when you walk. his eyes subtly watching you walk away from him as you fulfill your duties or work he set out for you or simply to walk to him. his eyes trail down your legs and he gave it a big squeeze which made you whimper. these legs were a treat for him, he had you adorn shorter garments just to see them more. if you don't speak up and say that your outfit posed any problems, he would continue feigning idiocy and continue to peep at them everytime you're around him.
he dares you to call him a perv but he just has taste for this part of you, well one of the parts he adored so much.
his hand then rises back up top and caresses your back, giving it kisses and a groan. your back muscles flexing from his hands was an intriguing sight, it was attractive. one of his eyes watched your hand hold him, tracing your thumb against his fingers.
"i'm sorry, i just don't feel right."
he made sure you felt his hot breath near your ear.
"you dont need to feel like you should be something either when you're with me."
there was his favourite rhythm that starts when he catches you offguard with such praise and he laughs lowly. he felt you shift, wanting to speak up surely but a pinch to your wrist stopped you.
but he was right.
you could feel right or wrong, ugly and flawed when you're with him. he admires the worst in things and that was 'you'. though it was debatable because everything wrong with you never felt out of place either. he doesnt go back on his praise. he doesnt seek out these flaws a lot like you do when he could use his time better by appreciating them.
like your hands which he press his lips onto next, they did so much for him and to him. they went through hell and back to reach to this position with him. they fit around him so nicely and makes something burn in him so badly.
he'd seen how they've been cut off, burnt, bruised and he was there at all times to hold and heal them. uraume couldn't even reach you fast enough because sukuna was the first. he'd heal back those pretty hands that held his during the night and to entertain your fascination with his hands, squeezing the warmth into his and silently sighing.
his eyes flickered back to mirror where he sees you looking at your wrist and he smiles to how your eyes aimlessly worry.
ah, those eyes. the eyes that dare look at him for the first time you met him.
"you haven't answered me, dear."
ones that challenge others and him, that drastically softens to his voice and widens to his actions. he tilts your head back to the mirror to make you look at him again.
rapidly blinking up to him, another apology slips from your lips and there he strokes them with his thumb.
and such a mouth that swiftly answers him when panicked or shuts down his arguments. he pulls you back to kiss your lips and meets your tongue. you always tasted so enticing and saccharine, the second best thing he puts in his mouth (other than whats between your legs) as he kisses you deeply.
before he gets too carried away for the night, he pulls away and grinned to your eager lips that chase after him.
he grunted when your hand went and pumped his cock but he holds your hand tenderly.
"cease from doing that for tonight. this time.."
you moan softly as his fingers slide down your body.
"i'll be the one serving you."
he'd plan to tell you all the things he loved about you with the slow tease of his hands, he'll sing praise like a little song bird as long as that gets his lover to desist their worrying.
why should you when you're so perfect to him?
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Happy Birthday!!! 🎂🎂🎂 Can I have a Merlin prompt? 🎂🎂🎂
a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5
Merlin manages to avoid the arrival of Nimueh and her kidnapped apprentice and it’s not even suspicious at all because everyone is avoiding them, and Tristan, because of the huge fight they had about the actual legitimate kidnapping of an unwed, barely of age lady from a neighboring kingdom.
“Does it count as kidnapping if they go along willingly?” Elyan asks, standing above Merlin while he polishes his armor and being no help at all despite being the son of a blacksmith.
He shrugs. “How would I know?”
That gets him a snort of laughter and a slap on the back that only has him stumbling a little bit. If nothing else, his time as Arthur’s servant running around doing chores, and usually running after Arthur and Elyan and their newest terrible idea, has made it so he sort of has muscles now. Access to the castle’s kitchens certainly hasn’t hurt either.
He feels sort of guilty about it. Sure, he’s barely earning any wages himself since it’s mostly going to Ealdor’s debt, but they’re out there working hard to irrigate the land and fix up the village and he’s eating well and sleeping in the nicest room he probably ever will, and sure, he’s working, but he also spends a lot of time just hanging out with Arther and Elyan.
“She’s pretty alright actually, for a noble,” he continues. He hasn’t been going to nearly the lengths Merlin has to avoid her. “Especially for one that grew up in Camelot.”
“You grew up in Camelot,” Merlin says.
For a moment Elyan looks a strange cross between forlorn and wistful. “Yeah, but me and my dad and my sister are just commoners. It wasn’t so bad for us, after the queen died and the prince went missing, but the nobles got it the worst. The king had never been the most comprising of men, but he really became something else after all that. I assume that’s why the de Bois left.”
Merlin startles. “The de Bois are from Camelot? They said that this was their grandfather’s castle!”
Elyan blinks at him. “What? Of course they are! And this was his castle, it’s just that familial relations broke down,” sometimes Elyan says things that make it so clear he spends too much time with Aruther, “and so their father’s was in Camelot. Is in Camelot, and still abandoned because no lord is willing to take up there and risk the king’s ire.”
“Why would the king care if someone else lived there?” he asks.
“Well, he took his brothers-in-law fleeing his kingdom a little personally, Merlin,” he says, rolling his eyes.
Wait. Wait – “Their sister was the queen of Camelot!?”
Elyan stares at him for a long moment then reaches out to rap his knuckles on the side of Merlin’s head. “What kind of schooling does that village have over there? I’ll tell Arthur to add it to the list.”
Better schooling wouldn’t be a bad thing, but, “I know her name was Ygraine! Ygraine Pengragon. No one told me her maiden name was du Bois!”
“Well,” Elyan says, looking uncertain, “maybe they just didn’t want it spread around. It’s not like they left under the best of circumstances. But I’m from the city proper, and everyone knows about the queen’s family there.”
“Right,” he says faintly.
How do things just keep getting worse?
He’s serving the king of Camelot’s nephew!
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Me see people in the one and only @xoxunhinged askbox with a father König
Well, I present.... Father Kyle
Not much spoken about, no....
But let's see it this way:
Fem!reader (obvs), so much fluff my teeth hurt oh my god, babies being babies, jealous Kyle and a tiny teeny tad bit of Kyle being overprotective
(first drabble I've ever written please don't judge)
First Time Dad Kyle! who did not expect twins. Was just admiring you when the nurse looks at him dead in the eyes and says he's having two girls. His heart almost stops. Hands clammy, he laughs nervously as he wipes the palms on the sides of his pants, looking nervously at you, who just laughs out loud at his pale reaction. Yes, he did wake up five minutes later in a bed himself, with nurses checking his blood pressure. This man passed out.
First Time Dad Kyle! who, when you expressed concern about how he didn't look too thrilled at having two girls, held your face in his hands and kissed all over your tear stained cheeks. "My love, my darling, my absolute fucking angel. I'm more than happy. I'm absolutely over the god damn moon. And I'm sorry I passed out. Maybe should have eaten better before we went in."
First Time Dad Kyle! who supported you all the way through. When you woke him up at two and a half in the morning, whining about how you wanted to shave because you were feeling hairy and couldn't reach, he washed off his face and got to work. Needless to say he had a happy girl by his side, sleeping with shaved legs and a job well done. And that time you were crying in the kitchen (because, surprise surprise, holding two children in your womb ain't that easy), gave you forehead kisses while holding some of the weight of his babies in his palms, to give your poor back a break.
First Time Dad Kyle! who of course had the baby bag ready two weeks before you were due. One never knows, right? Helped you get your own bag ready, too, taking in everything you said you needed, and even learned how to do your makeup just in case you got tired. When you broke out in screams, telling him your water broke, he had you in the car with the blink of an eye.
First Time Dad Kyle! that, spent the whole process by your side, holding your hand, encouraging you to just keep pushing, because you were always so strong for him, you could do it. It's almost over, love.
Girl Dad Kyle! whose heart absolutely crumbled when he heard your baby's cries for the first time. His own eyes tearing as the two, cradled in your arms, were brought into the first family hug of many. His arms careful around you as he just whispers to you three how much he loves his girls.
Girl Dad Kyle! who didn't even notice how the twins were already babbling, and who was woken up by a sharp tug on his hair and the sound of his girls giggling. God, was there anything better than a baby's laugh? Yes. Two babies laughing. Together. His eyes snapping open to find his babies drooling all over his chin and ear as they tug at his hair, those tiny hands holding so strong a god damned soldier couldn't get them off him.
Needless to say, he managed to sit up and get them to play with their dolls — only after they had spit running down his chin and handprints on his cheek from their tiny fingers tugging at him.
"Hmm... you two are so pretty, aren't you?" He'd coo. "So adorable, my babies! Dad loves you two so much, did you know that? Yeah? You're so pretty when your hair is like that! Hmm, want to make your daddy's hair like that, too? Ah, ah, not now, baby... let's watch our television, yeah? Let mama sleep for a bit... hmm.... that's it!"
He ended up watching Sophia The First even after the girls had fallen asleep, and you woke up to the strange scene of the three loves of your life, two babies splayed out on the couch and a Kyle drooling, hand behind his head, which made him really look like a dad. Oh, and a child's cartoon playing.
That's going in the blackmail folder of embarrassing pictures of him. He's not embarrassed, much the opposite, he'll gladly show off how nice his babies treat him. Oh, those scratches across his skin? They were just playing with him, that's all. They're definetly not the meanest fuckers around.
Comments are greatly appreciated! Constructive criticism is also great!
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Moi Devochki: Chapter 4
Authors note: buckle up, it's a bit of a long one
Warnings: angst, kidnapping, attempted sa/forced claiming, violence
Word count: 3580
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After Steves apology things had calmed down around the compound. Everyone's routines went back to normal for the next few days and Natasha decided it was time to tell Clint about her mates, so after her morning training she heads for the kitchen. Where else would the archer be at lunchtime?
“Hey Nat!” he greets, taking a bite of his sandwich
“Hey yourself. Got a minute to spare?” she asks
He smiles, “Always got time for you.” She takes a seat next to him and he watches as a smile lights up her features. “Well someones happy”
“I really am Clint. I really am.” she tells him
“Well then don’t keep me waiting, what or who has got you smiling so damn hard?” he teases her
“Wanda and Y/n. They're my Omegas now.” she beams proudly
He chuckles, “I knew you had pull Romanoff, but to get two Omegas? Damn you're good.”
“Honestly, I’m just really lucky.” she tells him
“So how does it work with two Omegas, like how do you make sure you spend equal time with them?” he asks
She chuckles, “Actually it’s quite easy with Wanda and Y/n. They were already together before I told them about my feelings for them.”
“Oh, ok.” he says with a nod before her words completely sink in, “Wait a minute, you better be careful. Not everyone is going to be ok with two Omegas being together.”
“I know. Yelena and I already had to put Steve in his place. He was upset about Wanda and Y/n being together, and was under the impression that Y/n was going to be his.” she tells him with a growl
“Ah, the old geezer is still set in the forties eh? Not that not surprising honestly, but a bit disappointing. I’m glad Yelena had your back.” he says
“Tony and Bucky helped too but yeah, having her there was definitely very helpful” she admits
“Well I’m really happy for you Nat. I'm glad you found them.” he tells her. He notices some movement in the kitchen's doorway and glances behind her. He smirks and looks back at his best friend, “Looks like someone missed you.”
She turns in her seat and smiles upon seeing Wanda, the Omega however doesn't look near as happy, “Dorogoy(sweetheart), what's wrong?”
She spins the rings on her fingers, clearly nervous, “I was hoping Y/n was with you.”
The Alphas brows furrow, “She was with you when I left for training.”
“She was with me, but she said she was going to grab us something for lunch, only she didn’t come back and isn't answering her phone.” she tells her mate
Natasha is immediately worried, thoughts of Hydra finding you and taking you flood her mind “How long ago did she leave the bedroom?”
“Almost thirty minutes ago.” the Omega says, voice laced in concern. Natasha tries not to panic, a half hour would have given you plenty of time to come to the kitchen, grab lunch and return to Wanda and yet you’d never even made it to the kitchen.
The Alpha looks back at her best friend who nods, “I’ll go get Yelena. We’ll find her Nat.”
“FRIDAY, inform Tony there may be a breach in the compound and Y/n is missing.” she says before joining Wanda in the kitchens doorway. She grabs her hand, “We’ll find our Omega, don’t worry.”
You had found yourself in an uncomfortable position and not with Hydra, though honestly you might prefer dealing with them. While walking through the halls heading for the kitchen you'd been grabbed from behind and you found yourself being taken into Steves room.
He quickly gags you, not wanting to risk you yelling out for your mates. The Beta behind you moves you towards his bed, you attempt to struggle but Steve grabs the nape of your neck and begins crooning. To your dismay your Omega instincts obey the Alpha and your body practically goes limp, allowing him to easily move you to the bed. He holds your arms together as the Beta, who you can now see is Sharon Carter, ties them up. You look over to her and your eyes meet hers, you use them to silently beg for help.
“Sorry Y/n, it’s nothing personal. My Alpha really wants you.” she says
Unable to say anything you glare at her and pull on your bindings, the Alpha gets closer to you and cups your face.
“I’ll take care of you Omega. I’ll make you mine and you’ll be able to see just how good of a mate I am. You’ll see you were meant for me, not Nat.” he says
You yank your face from his grip, he moves to touch you again and you let out a small growl attempting to sound intimidating like your Alpha. Steve gets closer so you kick at him, hoping to deter his advances. Instead he forces your legs down and ties them together as well. You thrash about, hoping to loosen the ropes or at least knock something over in the room to get someones attention. Again he croons, forcing you to be calmer.
Steve picks you up and throws you over his shoulder easily, Sharon checks the hallway. Once she’s sure it’s clear they quickly make their way to Sharons SUV, he tosses you into the backseat as the Beta gets into the drivers seat. After he's sure you're secure he gets into the passenger seat.
“Drive. I’m sure someones noticed her absence by now.” he says, Sharon listens and starts driving. With the way you're positioned in the back seat you can’t see out the back windows or even the front windshield. You have no idea where you are or where you're headed, not like you could do anything with that information anyway. You had really no way to leave clues or your mates.
Back in the kitchen the five avengers have had no luck in finding you, and Tony is checking with FRIDAY
“What do you mean she's not in the building?” he questions
“She left approximately twenty minutes ago.” the AI responds, making your Alpha even more concerned. While they wasted time looking for you who knows where you'd been taken.
“Was she alone?” he asks
“No. Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter left with her.” the AI informs them
“Any footage of them together?” he asks and the AI immediately broadcasts the garages camera feed to his phone which he holds up to let everyone see. Your Alphas brows furrow as she sees you tired and hoisted over Steves shoulder, a whine escapes Wanda at the scene.
Nat growls as anger fills her. How could he apologize to her face just to turn around and take you from her. Dread fills Wanda at the thought of him forcing himself upon you and claiming you. He was going to try and take you away from them forever like he’d threatened.
“You have to find her Alpha, please.” Wanda begs, tears running down her cheeks, “Her heat starts in a few days and he can’t…Tasha he can’t have her.”
If he claimed you on your heat it was almost certain you'd be with his pup and that thought alone made Nat sick to her stomach. She wouldn't and couldn’t allow that. If he touches you, knots you, or marks you she's pretty sure she’ll kill him.
The Alpha cups her mate's face, “Shh, dorogoy(sweetheart). I will find her, and I will bring her home. He will not take her from us.” she says, ready to do anything so she could be true to her word.
Wanda cuddles into your Alpha hoping to both give and receive comfort. The two of you haven’t been apart since her brother died, she feels lost without you by her side. What happens if they can’t find you?
“I’ll start scanning traffic and security cams. We’ll see if we can see where they're taking Y/n. I’ll hack into satellites if I have to, we will find them” Tony says before rushing off to his lab.
A few hours have gone by and so far all Tony has managed to find is only a few shots of the SUV, definitely not enough to pinpoint where they were heading with you. He calls Peter for help scanning through the footage as well as having FRIDAY look for any property owned or leased by Sharon or Steve but unfortunately no results show up.
As the hours drag on, your absence already starts to affect your mates. Wanda had retreated to the nest a while ago, her need to feel you next to her and to have your scent around her was almost overwhelming. She trembled as she tugged one of your sweatshirts on, your scent filled her nose and though it did please her it also made her heart ache. Tears stream down her face as she thinks about you cuddling her, wrapping your arms around her and holding her close as you lightly kiss her neck and playfully nip her ear. She wants to feel you next to her so badly right now.
She can’t remember a time when you weren't next to her, from the time you were pups until Pietro died the three of you did everything together and after she lost him she gained an even closer relationship with you. What would she do if she no longer had you? Why was everyone she loved and cared for taken from her? Her parents, her brother, and now you…no she couldn't think like that, not yet. You had to be ok, you had to come back to her.
She's so caught up in her thoughts of you as she sobs that she doesn't even hear the door to her room open, so she doesn't see the look of absolute relief that washes over Natashas face when she finally finds where her other Omega is.
“You scared me dorogoy(sweetheart).” she says as she joins her in the nest, “I didn’t know where you went and I thought….” she trails off as her voice breaks, but she doesn't need to say it outloud. Not when the Omega can hear her thoughts
Wanda cuddles into your Alpha, “I’m sorry Alpha, I should have told you where I was going. I just… I just want Y/n back, I miss her.”
She nods, “I miss her too.” she says as she pulls Wanda close to her. She buries her head into her Omegas neck and tears form in her eyes as she picks up on your scent from the hoodie.
Natasha feels stupid for not seeing how large of a threat Steve still was, she had thought she and Yelena had straightened him out but she's a spy and a damn good one so she should have been able to tell if he meant what he said and if he had stopped watching you. She failed you, she was your Alpha and was meant to protect you and she even told Wanda she’d never let you be taken away. And now you might be gone from them forever, she would never forgive herself if Steve hurt you.
“...I’m sorry” she whispers, Wanda almost doesn't hear it.
Your Omega turns around in Nats hold, “Tasha, you have nothing to be sorry for.”
Tears stream down her face as she nods, “Yes I do. This is all my fault. I wasn’t a good enough Alpha.”
Wanda nuzzles into her mate, “You're an amazing Alpha Tasha. You're our Alpha. This isn’t your fault”
She sobs as your Omega hugs her tightly, she's relieved Wanda doesn't blame her and still trusts her with her safety. She wouldn't know what to do if her other Omega left her or was angry enough to not speak with her.
Eventually they fall into a restless nights sleep without you. Natasha never lets go of her hold on Wanda, she's too worried someone else might come along and steal her away too. So she wakes up often to check that her mates still there. Your Omega never takes your sweatshirt off, it helps trick her sleepy mind into thinking you're still near which is quite helpful in making her comfortable enough that she doesn't wake often. She is however plagued with nightmares of never seeing you again, or seeing Steve force himself onto you.
Yelena goes to wake them the next morning, Peter had found something and although it wasn’t much it was certainly better than not knowing. She takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. She hears no reply so she knocks again, still nothing. She lets herself in and finds your mates entangled with each other in the nest.
“Wake up, Peter has news.” she says as her hand grabs her sisters shoulder
She pulls Wanda as close to her chest as possible, her arms wrap around her protectively as a deep growl leaves her. Her brows furrow as her eyes snap open, she bares her teeth as she snarls, “Don’t touch my Omega.”
“Woah, woah. It's just me sestra(sister)” the blond says as she removes her hand from the Alphas shoulder
Nat shakes her head, “Yelena? I’m sorry, I-”
“It’s ok, I understand.” she says, a sad smile on her face, “You and Wanda should come down to the lab, Peter found something on Y/n. Not much but it’s worth a look.”
Wandas wakes at the mention of you and Nat can feel her heart ache for your presence, “We’ll be right there” the redhead says
Once your mates get to the lab Peter is quick to show them a handful of pictures of Sharons SUV in Brooklyn, but no precise location of where they had you. At least they had a smaller area to focus on now.
Natasha takes your Omega to the kitchen for something to eat after that. Bucky walks in to find them merely picking at the pancakes on their plates. He hates that he believed Steves apology. The sad looks on the faces of the women in front of him is heartbreaking and he wants to offer them comfort and help find you.
He walks over to them, “I’m sorry Nat. I really didn’t think he’d do something like this, I thought he was serious about his apology.” he says just as Clint and Yelena join them all in the kitchen.
Clint is about to tell him that now probably isn’t the best time for this conversation but before he can Wanda absolutely breaks down, she sobs as her tears fall. Natasha is quick to get up, she stands next to her Omega and pulls her into her embrace. She croons to help her to calm down, but Yelena can see the tears that threaten to fall from her sisters eyes as well.
It’s clear your mates miss you desperately. Clint can’t remember a time hes seen Nat look so crestfallen. Yelena wishes she would have punched Steve harder, hard enough to break his neck might be more sufficient. Bucky can feel the anger he holds for Steve grow, how could he be so selfish to disregard your feelings and the fact that you already had chosen mates that you'd bonded with.
Suddenly Clint has a moment of clarity, “Wait a minute, Nat! Let’s just track her phone or even Steves! The man doesn't understand technology and is acting on instinct right now, do you really think he thought about ditching phones?”
Natasha grabs Clint by the shoulders and kisses his cheek, “I adore you.” she says before she takes off after Tony, Wanda and Bucky following right behind. Clint stands there with a bit of blush on his cheeks and a proud smile on his face. Yelena rolls her eyes at him.
“You're just jealous because I’m her best friend.” he teases
She scoffs, “I am literally her sister.”
“But not her best friend” he teases again before taking off after Nat
She moves to follow him, “Pochemu ya terplyu yego(Why do I put up with him?)” she mutters to herself.
By the time they arrive in the lab Tony is already working on pinging your phone and Steves. Wandas hands have a vice-like grip on Natashas arm as they wait to see your location. Finally Tony is able to zero in on both you and Steve, you're both in an apartment that once belonged to Peggy Carter near where Steve originally grew up.
“I’ve got the location!” Tony nearly shouts despite everyone being right next to him.
“Send the address to my phone. Clint, Yelena, Bucky you're with me.” she says before making her way out of the lab.
“Wait! Tasha, I’m coming too!” Wanda says as she runs after her mate
Nat shakes her head, “With Steve there it's too dangerous.”
The Omega whines, “Please, I need to be there. To see her, to make sure she's ok.”
“Ok, but you stay out in the hallway. Not one foot in his apartment understood?” she replies
Wanda shakes her head in agreement and the four of them hop into one of Tonys SUVs and head to Steves apartment.
It’s at that very apartment that things take a turn for you, up until now Steve was simply allowing you to get adjusted with your new surroundings as well as the presence of him and Sharon. Now though you've been taken into the bedroom, once Steve sets you on the bed Sharon ties your already bound hands to the bed frame before leaving you and the Alpha in the room together.
His eyes roam over you as he walks closer to the bed. His hand moves to caress your face but you pull away from him. He smirks at your defiance and the next thing you know he's straddling your waist, giving you no wiggle room to get away from his touch or advances.
His hands begin to roam over your torso and you pull at the rope holding your hands again. “Relax Y/n, I’ve got you.” he says as his hands find their way under your shirt. You growl again, the feeling of his hands on you is rough and unpleasant, it’s nothing like how Natashas hands feel on you.
His hands pull back out from under your shirt, and you feel slightly relieved until his hands grab it, he pulls and it rips off you with ease. Damn his super soldier strength. Your breathing becomes quicker, the panic of the reality of the situation settling in.You glare daggers at him as he removes your bra in the same manner.
You hate how exposed you feel as his eyes roam over your body and you shiver as his hands caress your breasts. Despite you stiffening at his touch, he smiles.
“I think I know how to relax you, properly.” he says as he moves off you.
His hands move to your waistband and you panic. You thrash your tied together legs wildly to avoid him and to your surprise you land a kick to his chest and another to his face.
He growls before surging forward, his fist connects with your cheek harshly before he's grabbing you by the throat, “Stop fighting me!”
Your cheek throbs and a few tears roll down your face, you're not sure if they're from the pain caused by the punch or the overwhelming sense of dread you were feeling. Where was your Alpha, how hasn’t she noticed your absence? Was Wanda not wondering where you were, did neither of them find this sudden disappearance unusual?
His thumbs brush the tears from your cheek before he's standing again. He grabs your pants and underwear and yanks them down to your ankles. A whimper leaves you and he smirks again.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle this first time.” he says
Nausea washes over you at his words, you didn’t want Steve. He wasn’t your Alpha, you didn’t love him, hell you didn’t even like him as a friend. Your eyes move to the ceiling as the tears blur your vision, you attempt to pull at your bindings again, only stilling when you hear him unzip his own pants.
You're sure the fear you feel is evident in both your face and your scent. “You're going to be my Omega.” he says, and you feel him begin to push your legs up towards your chest, giving him access to you.
You try moving your hips away from him, but his arm holds you firmly in place. His eyes meet yours as he strokes his cock with his free hand as he prepares himself for you. He gets closer to you, ready to take you but you manage to swing your legs free of his grasp hitting him in the head and knocking him off balance again.
His patience and kindness with you have worn out, he grabs your throat again almost cutting off your oxygen supply entirely. He croons loudly as he once again lifts your legs and damn your instincts because you stop putting up a fight. Tears stream down your face as your hope of getting out of this situation dies.
Suddenly though, you can hear a boom as the apartment's door is thrown off its hinges. Sharon goes to investigate but is quickly tackled by Yelena as Bucky, Clint and Nat rush in following your scent to the bedroom.
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I'm the anon who asked about belphie and mc's nsfw moment and by their first meeting I meant when he seduces mc instead of killing them as a form a revenge. Just that!
You can start it however you like
Whenever is OG or NB
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Well, I did my best lol. I used some actual lines from the game from Lesson 16 in OG. I don't know if I managed to write what you're asking for... but I tried! Hopefully it isn't too terrible.
GN!MC x Belphegor
NSFW MDNI
Warnings: Belphie is super manipulative and probably kinda OOC, penetration (reader receiving), biting
When Belphie opened his arms to hug you, you stepped into them readily. How long had you been hoping to set him free? And now you were in the attic and the door was open.
Belphie held you close, almost gently, his face buried in your neck. You felt the warmth of his breath on your skin.
"Ah… this really brings back memories," he said. "This feeling… I wonder how long it's been since I've touched a human? So, MC…"
He stepped back, but kept his hands on your waist and suddenly he was in demon form. A thrill ran through you at the sight.
"…how can I express how I'm feeling right now?" Belphie reached up to trace your bottom lip with his thumb. "What can I do?"
You weren't expecting to have this kind of reaction to him. There was a hunger in his eyes that you couldn't mistake and yet you found yourself ready, willing.
"You're stunning," Belphie said, clearly looking you up and down. He stepped closer to you again, wrapping an arm around you. "You won't make me beg, will you?"
He pressed his lips to your neck, almost biting, before he pulled back to kiss you properly.
You could have resisted, perhaps. You could have refused him. But there was so much tension between you and in that moment, all you wanted was to feel him. You kissed him back, tugged on his clothes, indicating your desire for their removal.
Belphie laughed into the kiss, pulling you against him as he moved toward the bed in the attic.
You were in a haze of heat and need as he undressed you, removing your clothes without a second thought before tossing his own to the floor.
For months, you had been working toward opening that attic door. Never once had you imagined that it would lead to this. The look in Belphie's eyes made you feel like he was planning to devour you and you found you wanted nothing else.
You squirmed a bit with impatience and he laughed again.
Belphie put a hand on your cheek. "Ah, you're so desperate for me, aren't you, MC?"
You didn't have a chance to reply as he pressed his cock into your heat. He moved faster than you were prepared for and you cried out, clutching at him, leaving nail marks in his back.
His thrusts were hard and fast from the start. You moaned and your body shuddered, your legs naturally wrapping around him.
Belphie didn't hold back. His horn pressed against your cheek as he bit your shoulder and your nails dug deeper into his back.
You came first, crying out incoherently as you did, squirming beneath him as he kept going, never losing momentum even as you squeezed him hard with your orgasm.
He lifted your hips to give himself better access and his cock was hitting that spot inside you with a consistent rhythm. Tears sprang to your eyes as you crashed into overstimulation, your fingernails raking down his arms, his name falling unceasingly from your lips.
When Belphie finally came, you gasped at the feeling of his cum inside of you. He slipped out of his demon form, laying down next to you and pressing his face into your neck.
"You humans really are foolish, idiotic, weak creatures, aren't you?" he whispered into your ear.
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「Better Than the Rest」 [Johnny Cage x Fem Reader]
Summary: Johnny allowing you to live with him after coming home from Outworld was a blessing and a curse. You loved it, but… you couldn’t ignore the problematic way your body felt when you looked at him. Stick to friendly flirting and fucking other people, for now…
Tags: johnny cage x fem reader, smut, pwp, masturbation, pet names, blowjob, friends to lovers, johnny being a cocky asshole (i say with love)
An: okay guys my bad for not posting forever… lets pretend something tragic happened to me so i have an excuse
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It had been about a month since you moved in with Johnny. After you both returned from Outworld you didn’t really have a place to stay anymore, and like the “gentleman” he is, he offered you his guest room.
Throughout the month you had been there the two of you became best friends, you pretty much shared everything with him and he did the same with you. But recently being divorced and now rooming with a very… attractive woman, things were hard for him. He couldn’t help but stare at you, cherish every time you touched him, or think about the sounds you made when you worked out late at night when he was trying to sleep. Everything you did replayed in Johnny's mind constantly.
And things weren't much different for you. Johnny was a dickhead but he was also a very charming, funny, attractive dickhead. You hadn’t laughed more in your life until you met Johnny. You also happened to not be able to take your eyes off him, your mind even started wandering to Johnny while you were touching yourself. You thought about it a lot, would he be gentle? rough? Would he whimper? moan? You couldn’t fight these thoughts. Of course they started plaguing you at the worst moments.
And this moment was no different. You and Johnny were sparing, you had been for at least 3 hours. You had been bested by him the last 2 rounds and were beginning to get annoyed. This time was the same unfortunately. Johnny had swept your feet out from underneath you, leading to him winning. You sighed, defeated. Johnny walked over to you, a cocky stupid smile on his dumb face. “Looks like I win again, see I told you, you can’t beat the Cage.” You rolled your eyes. “You only beat me because I let you.” Bitterness in your words. You finally looked up at him, glaring. He didn’t know why but the way you looked at him from beneath him made his dick twitch a bit. He cleared his throat, then helped you up. You groaned, your muscles sore from the amount of sparing you both did.
You both made your way over to your water bottles. Johnny couldn’t tear his eyes away from you though. His throat tightening as he scanned your body, watching as a bead of sweat rolled down your breasts and then disappearing into your sports bra. The way your hair looked, dishevelled from the sparing. Johnny could feel himself getting hard from just looking at you.
“Okay, fuck. This is my last round, my muscles are so sore.” You groaned, rubbing your neck. “And this time, I will beat you!” Johnny let out an exaggerated laugh. “Oh sureeeeee you will.” You rolled your eyes again, pissed by his stupid sarcastic comment. “No I will. Trust me, I’m gonna beat you so bad you’ll be whining about it for weeks.” A smirk on your face, you were determined to win. He laughed again, getting into position. This time you wouldn’t let him best you. You went at him with full force, dodging his quick punches and landing a few of your own. After a few more minutes of you dodging and hitting him back, Johnny found an opening and was able to knock you off your feet. Immediately getting on top of you, and pinning your hands above you. “So, do you give?” You could see a smile forming as the words left his lips. “Fuck that.” before he could respond you wrapped your legs around his torso and flipped him.
You were sat on his bare stomach, your hands on his chest. Johnny couldn’t believe it, one that you beat him, and two, that you were sitting on top of him. You both stayed in the position silent for longer than you should’ve… eventually you broke the ice. “So…” you said through pants, “Do you give?” He groaned, “Fine. Whatever you win, dumb luck.” You smiled, but still didn’t move, wanting to cherish the feeling of his abs on your clothed pussy. A few seconds after you finally snapped out of it, quickly moving off him and getting up. An awkward laugh escaped your lips and you mumbled a small ‘sorry’ before walking away.
Johnny couldn’t believe what just happened, but what he did know is that he needed to take care of his little problem asap. His dick was so hard it was painful, he was even a little surprised at how you didn’t notice it while you were on top of him. You gathered up your things, turning back to Johnny. “I’m gonna go have a shower, don’t cry too hard about losing.” You giggled before turning and leaving. As soon as you got back to your room you let out a long exhale. Your panties were soaked and you were so turned on you could barely think. Grabbing a change of clothes and a towel, you left your bedroom and made your way to the bathroom.
You were so excited to not only wash off the sweat from your skin but also to get some alone time. You were so sexually pent up and you needed a release. You had been feeling like that for so long and you would often go out and find someone to hook up with, sadly none of those hookups gave you what you need. You’d often find yourself getting home from a hookup and complaining to Johnny about how mediocre it was, and wishing for someone to just fuck you right. But nevertheless that wish still hasn’t come true, so you’re left to your own devices.
You turned on the water, stripping your clothes off and stepping into the hot water. Taking in the warmth of the water, your hand made its way down to your clit. Rubbing small circles you couldn’t help but whimper. Your mind filling with images of Johnny, and thoughts of what he would do to you. Your other hand slowly entering your cunt. You tried your best to keep your moans quiet, but the more you thought about what Johnny’s dick would taste like as you fucked your face on it, what his nose would feel like on your clit as you sat on his face, what his tongue would feel like as he lapped at your folds, the more you couldn’t hold back. His name leaving your lips as you sped your fingers up. You could feel the knot forming in your stomach as you reached your orgasm. Yelling his name a bit too loud for comfort. You finished up your shower and wrapped the towel around yourself, hoping and praying Johnny didn’t hear your… exclamation.
As you leaned over the sink to start on your skin care you noticed a text on your phone. ‘Hey, u free tonight?’ It was a text from one of your former hookups. You thought about it for a second, you were still so turned on despite your shower endeavour that a one night stand might be just what you need. Sure they weren’t the best in bed but you were kind of desperate. ‘Yeah, meet you at the usual bar in an hour and a half’ You felt kind of pathetic for giving it up so easily, usually you were the type to play hard to get, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
You left the bathroom, quickly going to find Johnny to tell him you were leaving. Entering the living room you could see Johnny sat on the couch watching one of his own movies. “Hey Johnny.” His head turned to you as you spoke. He was quite the womanizer but when it came to you, you always left him speechless. His eyes glued to your barely covered figure.”Wait… are you watching your own fucking move?” You chuckled, “Yeah, I gotta make sure my performance was top tier, it’s why i’m the best” Johnny responded, the cocky tone in his voice unmistakable. “Anyways… so y’know that guy I told you about?” Johnny chuckled, “You’re gonna need to be more specific.” Your name rolling off his tongue. “Okay the one that was able to make me cum” you smiled, you were so comfortable with Johnny that telling him things like this didn’t bother you at all. For Johnny though, it was another story. He hated hearing about all the mediocre sex you were having. Often thinking about how much better he could treat you. But he is an actor so whenever you told him about your encounters he would do what he does best, act his ass off.
“Ah, gotcha.” He nodded, “So, let me guess, you need me to pick you up if anything goes wrong?” , “Bingo! Thanks so much Johnny, you’re the best!” You smiled brightly before bidding him farewell to go get ready. Johnny quickly taking in the view before you disappeared behind the walls. He sighed, thinking about you. Unbeknownst to you, Johnny had walked past the bathroom door as you yelled his name. He couldn’t believe what he heard. He needed to be sure, so even though every part of his body was telling him to move on, he pressed his ear against the door. Through it he heard many small whimpers and moans, all muffled by the sound of the water, along with you whining his name. Johnny’s lips slowly forming into a satisfied smirk, this was an ego boost beyond any other. But after hearing that, he could barely function. He was so horny he was losing it, attempting to put on a movie to distract himself from how hard he was. When he saw you though, only in a towel, leaving so little to the imagination… he knew he needed to deal with the problem you made.
He made his way to his own room. Stripping himself of his clothes, he moved to his bed. His tip leaking with precum. He brought his hand to his aching cock, stroking it slowly. Sometimes he felt like you messed with him on purpose, but this time… no way. That just made him needier. He sped up his strokes, imagining what you would look like stuffed with his dick. His head fell back, his groans becoming louder. What he would give to taste you, fuck you, love you. It was all too much, the idea of you was too much. Before he knew it, he came. Thick white ropes spilling over his abs while he groaned at the thought of you. Johnny cleaned himself up, and changed, not wanting to risk being caught by you.
You were kind of rushing to get ready, your makeup a bit messy and your hair refusing to stay in place. Sure this was a guy you’ve seen a few times but still, you wanted to look hot. You let out a frustrated groan while going through your closet. You had plenty of clothes but none of them seemed to be what you wanted, until you came across a dress you hadn’t worn in forever. Your fingers brushed along the seam of a short red dress, it was exactly what you needed. The moment you put on the dress you inspected yourself in the mirror. Black lace lining the top of the dress. It was a little short but you were only really gonna be at the bar for a little bit before you leave and get that dress stripped off of you. Not long after you grabbed some heels and your bag and were ready to go, texting your fling that you were leaving. “Okay Johnny I’m leaving! don’t have too much fun without me!” You giggled, Johnny only catching a glance at you before you were out the door.
It had been about 5 hours since you left and Johnny was so close to falling asleep. Just when his eyes closed he heard his phone ding. An annoyed ‘what’ coming out of his mouth before he turned over and checked his phone. Surprisingly it was a text from you, it wasn’t rare for you to text him to come save you in the middle of the night if a hookup had gone bad but he wasn’t expecting it tonight. Mostly because you seemed to really like this guy, and because of this Johnny felt a little happy that it didn’t go well… along with feeling some guilt over the fact he was happy you weren’t having a good time. Your text was as usual, at least for the other guys, a simple ‘come pick me up please’ along with their address.
After driving around for a little bit, trying to figure out where the fuck this guy lived, Johnny found it. Honestly the only reason he was able to was because you were standing outside the building. He pulled up to you, opening the passenger door for you. While you got in his eyes scanned you from head to toe. “Ohmygodthankyousomuchforcomingtosaveme” Your words spilled out of you faster than you could think, your mind still a little fuzzy from having a few drinks at the bar. Johnny laughed, “No problem babe.” His tone coming off more seductive than he meant. “Fuckkk” You exhaled, sliding down in the seat. “I waited outside for like 20 minutes in this stupid dress. I'm so cold.” Johnny was about to say something but before he could speak you were taking off your dress. “Woah there” His hand going to yours to stop you from taking off your clothes. “Listen I know I’m attractive but that’s no reason to take your clothes off.” His joke making you laugh. “Noo I have a change of clothes in my bag.” You explained, slurring your words a bit. “Pleaseeeee let me change, I am sooooooo cold.” You turned your head to face his, your eyes begging for him to let you change. Johnny didn’t say anything, he simply removed his hand and started driving.
There was nobody on the road that night, which was lucky for you because you could change in peace, also lucky for Johnny because focusing on not crashing was a lot easier. Johnny tried to keep his eyes on the road but he could see you in the corner of his eye. He took notice of the lingerie you were wearing underneath your dress, how little it covered. His thoughts were interrupted though. “Johnny, can you undo my bra, I can’t get it.” You whined. “Can’t you just put your clothes over it? We are gonna be home soon..” Johnny really wasn’t the type to back out of taking a girls bra off but he was really trying not to fuck things up. You groaned, “Noo I can’t wait, it’s so uncomfortable, and I need it off now, also I'm freezing here waiting.” Your pleas convincing him. Johnny pulled the car over and turned to you. His focus waning seeing you from behind, barely anything covering your body. You made a noise the moment his hands touched your cold skin, a noise that Johnny couldn’t get out of his head. The moment he unclipped it, in your slightly drunken state, you tore it off of your body, turning towards Johnny to grab your shirt. His breath hitched in his throat for a minute as you turned to him, your bare breasts on display.
“Okay thanks so much, you can continue driving now!” Your cheery tone not making the situation any easier on the poor man next to you. Johnny just tried to get home as soon as possible, because the feeling in his pants was becoming uncomfortable, especially after your took off your panties to put on your sweats. The rest of the ride was so quiet, which you thought weird, considering Johnny never shuts up. The moment you got back to his house you ran inside, almost forgetting your clothes. Johnny came in after you, exhaustion taking over his body. He didn’t even feel like going to his room, so instead he sat down on the couch, his eyes shutting slowly. But just like before, he was interrupted by you. You straddled him, leaning your head into his chest.
His eyes shot open, immediately moving them down to see what was going on. There you were, on top of him, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. “I know you’re tired but I didn’t even get to talk about why I left!” You propped yourself up on him and started talking. “Ugh okay so basically everything was fine until he got a call from his fucking girlfriend! can you believe that?” Anger seeping from your words. Johnny was half awake and along with you on top of him, forming words was extremely hard, so he just nodded along. “So of course I go ‘What the fuck!’ and then he starts making up some stupid excuse. Ugh what a dick, I feel so bad for the girlfriend..” A pout forming on your pretty face as you stared at Johnny. “And also! I didn’t even get to finish… this is so stupid…” Your defeated tone got Johnny’s attention. His head perking up, “He didn’t even let you finish? Yeah that guy sucks.” He said, moving his hands to your waist.
“Of course the one guy that can actually make me cum has a girlfriend, is a dick who cheats on his girlfriend and doesn’t even let me orgasm the last time I see him.” You whined, unknowingly grinding down on his lap. He snapped out of his trance the second you did that, realising that if this continues he will lose his self control very very soon. “Okay gorgeous, I think it’s bedtime.” He said, trying to sit up. Your head leaned back, an annoyed sound escaping from you. Begrudgingly you stood up, missing the warmth Johnny radiated. You trudged your way to your room and fell onto your bed, not bothering to even take your makeup off before you fell asleep.
When you woke up your head was killing you, along with all of your muscles. You cursed yourself for going out after doing a hard workout and drinking. Your clothes becoming a bit too warm. You stripped off your garments, and threw on a big t shirt, too lazy to even put underwear on. As you walked into the kitchen you noticed the time, it was already 11am. You sighed, head still pounding. You felt bad for making Johnny do everything for you but also he kept agreeing so whatever, might as well ask him to make you breakfast. So you went on a search, looking everywhere in Johnny mansion for him.
After what felt like forever (5 minutes) you finally found him. “Johnny!” You exclaimed, happy to see him so you could beg him to make you food. He was in his gym, working out with his headphones in. “Johnny..?” Repeated, less excited and more confused. “Uhh Johnny..” You said once more, this time louder. It seemed that attempt worked because he immediately stopped his set and sat up. “Oh hey, sleep well miss homewreaker?” Johnny said jokingly. “Oh fuck you. I didn’t know..” , “Suree” His sarcasm annoying you. “Whatever… since you’re such an asshole to me can you at least make me breakfast… y’know as like a way to amend things.” Your face morphing into an overdramatic begging expression. “Sure, I mean what woman doesn’t want me to make them breakfast after a rough night?” Johnny said, winking after. Immediately you rolled your eyes, “Yeah yeah whatever mr bigshot, go cook me something.”
Even though you asked Johnny to cook you wouldn’t even let him crack an egg without criticizing him. “No! Johnny you are supposed to butter the pan not use oil.” Your head in your hands in annoyance. “Ugh move I will cook it myself.” You couldn’t bear to see him ruining your precious breakfast any longer. You wedged yourself in between Johnny and the stove, completely forgetting about the no underwear thing. Your bare pussy against Johnny's crotch. He pretty much turned into a mess. He fumbled backwards, making up some excuse about having a business call and rushing off to his room. Too focused on food, you didn’t even consider that to be odd.
A few minutes later your food was finally done. You were famished and scarfed down your breakfast at record pace. After breakfast you decided to go around and grab all your things that you left near the door last night. When you went to grab them though, you noticed your shoes were nowhere to be found. You spent a couple minutes looking for them before you gave up. “I don’t know maybe Johnny has seen them..” You said to yourself.
As you approached Johnny’s room you heard noises, they were quiet but there. Against your better judgement, when you got to his door, you opened it. “Johnny have you seen-” Your question interrupted by him moaning your name as he touched himself. “Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “I’m so sorry!” You shielded your eyes, Johnny becoming aware of your presence and quickly throwing a blanket over himself. “Fuck uh sorry?” He said through whimpers, trying to calm down. “Were you… moaning my name?” Your question barely louder than a whisper. Johnny’s bold demeanour seemingly disappearing as the words left your mouth. He was left silent, not sure how to respond. Johnny’s self reflection quickly cut off by your laugh. You stepped closer to his bed, moving your head down to his level and looking him in the eyes. “You have no idea how long i’ve craved you.” Before he could speak you smashed your lips against his.
Your tongues entangling with each others. Subtle moans leaving both of your lips as you got on his lap. His hands falling on your ass. You intensified the kiss, biting on his lower lip, lapping at his mouth as he used his hands to move your hips back and forth over his aching cock. You broke the kiss, a string of spit connecting the two of you. You pulled your shirt off of your body, eager to get things moving. “Stand up” Your breathy voice driving Johnny crazy. You got off of him and got on your knees. “One second babe.” Johnny said while he leaned over to grab his phone. “Gotta record such a pretty view.” He said, a smug grin appearing on his face. He stood up, pointing his phone camera down at you. “Action.” You rolled your eyes at his stupid comment and then turned your focus to something much more important.
You brought Johnny’s cock to your lips, spitting onto his tip. You took your hand and wrapped it around his length, doing slow, steady strokes. Your fingers tracing his veins, looking up at him to see all his reactions.
His grunts making your pussy clench around nothing. To him you were torturing him. The pace you were going had him losing his mind. “Fuckk” His hips thrusting into your hands, trying to get more friction. “Baby I need you to go faster, please..” His begs making you smirk. “Tell me what you want.” Your seductive voice almost making Johnny buckle. “God, you’re evil y’know that?” He chuckled. “Anything, just, just go faster.” He said, exasperated.
You tilted your head to the side, “Anything?” You asked, “Fuck yes anything.” He was so desperate for you. You thought about it for a second, then moved your lips closer to his cock. Doing small licks to his head. Watching as his head fell back in pleasure. You then licked his slit, his entire body tensing up. Slowly, you moved your tongue across his entire shaft. giving extra attention to his veins, like you did with your fingers. Finally, you brought your head back to his tip, and then you slowly took his entire length into your mouth. A beautiful moan leaving Johnny’s lips. You started to move, making sure to look at the camera. Johnny could barely contain himself, hips rocking back and forth with the flow of your mouth. You could feel him twitch in your mouth, he was close. So, like an asshole, you pulled your mouth off of him when he was about to cum. His eyes shot open. “What the fuck?” He was clearly annoyed about his orgasm denial. “Johnny…” Your sensual tone reverberating in his ears. “I need your full attention for this, I need you to look at me.” He panted “Whatever you say.” You stared up at him, his cock in your hand. You opened your mouth, bringing his dick back into your mouth. You took his entire length into your mouth, getting down to the base.
Johnny was losing it. A slew of curses, moans, and your name rolled off his tongue. “Shit, thats perfect baby. Fuck you look so beautiful with my dick stuffed down your throat.” His praises making the aching between your thighs no longer able to be ignored. You started to move back and forth, your body so hungry for his praise. “Just like that… god you’re mouth is like heaven.” The rasp in his voice making you crazy. He wrapped his hand into your hair, pushing you down onto his cock. Your hands shooting to your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud. Your moans felt so good around his dick and he couldn’t hold back anymore. “Fuck i’m so close.” He groaned. His hips thrusting into your mouth so faster you could barely think. He pulled you off of his dick before he came, wanting to see your pretty face covered in his cum. As he finished he moaned your name, releasing his seed onto you, covering your face in it.
“Smile for the camera baby.” Were the last words he said before Johnny stopped recording on his phone, throwing it onto a chair. You licked your lips, lapping at whatever landed there. Johnny grabbed you a towel, grabbing your chin and wiping off all his cum. The second he was done cleaning off your face you stood up, crashing your lips to his again. You pushed him back onto his bed and got on top of him, grinding your cunt against his abs. “You wanna ride me?” He questioned, his confidence returning. “Fuck yes oh my god.” You responded, so excited to finally feel him fill you. You moved yourself down and aligned yourself with his cock. As you rocked down on it you and Johnny both let out a whimper. His dick was the perfect blend of big and girthy, it stretched you in a way you’ve been longing for. You propped your hands up on his chest and started rocking back and forth, eliciting the most beautiful moans.
“No one can ever compare to this pussy.” Your name leaving Johnny’s mouth while he groaned. “You have no idea how much I wanted to do this yesterday Johnny.” You cried, riding his cock at the perfect pace. You kept the speed going up, never faltering. Johnny’s dick hitting all the right places. You were losing your mind already but when Johnny moved one of his hands to your hip and the other to your clit you couldn’t take it. His hand rubbed circles into your sensitive bud while his other was rocking your hips on his cock. You couldn’t take all the stimulation and your orgasm was close. “Johnny.. mmph I’m so, I’m so close fuck.” You could barely keep yourself upright, the pleasure taking over. “Cmon baby, cum, scream my name too, let everyone know who is making you feel this good.” Johnny’s smug voice ringing in your ears. And you listened, as the knot in your stomach came loose your mouth screamed his name, your cum coating his dick. And right after, he came, his seed filling you up, along with his moans filling your ears.
You collapsed beside Johnny, a mix of his cum and yours leaking out of you. He chuckled, words leaving his lips between gasps for air. “If I knew your pussy was that good I wouldn’t have let you leave to go fuck those losers.” You turned your face to his, pulling him into a kiss, “You don’t gotta worry anymore, this is all yours, Mr A-list.” You whispered, enjoying the calm moment. Johnny couldn’t hide his amusement, but he also couldn’t hide his need for more. He grabbed your waist and lifted you back onto his chest. “Come here, sweetheart, why don’t you sit that pretty pussy on this pretty face?” You groaned at his self centredness but still moved your hips up to his face. “You’re the most self obsessed person I’ve ever met, did you know that?” You ask, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. “Hard not to be obsessed with yourself when you are as sexy as me.” Ending his sentence with a wink. “Okay that's enough out of you.” Shutting him up with your cunt sat on his face. His nose felt heavenly on your clit but when he started licking your folds you started seeing the light.
While he ate you out he also gave himself some self love, jerking himself off. It had barely been a minute since you sat on his face but you could already feel your body going numb. The sensitivity from your last orgasm not worn off. The way his tongue lapped at your pussy had you squirming. Johnny had to use his unoccupied hand to hold you down while he sucked and licked your pussy raw. Your moans were getting out of hand, you were screaming so loud a part of you was worried the neighbours would hear. But when Johnny started moaning into your pussy you fell apart. Legs shaking and cunt clenching around his tongue. You could barely get any air in as you came undone, squirting all over his face, Johnny doing his best to catch your juices in his mouth. You pulled yourself off of him, crawling down his bed to replace his hand with yours. You listened so intently to every noise he made until he finally came, his cum falling over his chest.
Craving more of him, you bent down and ran your tongue along his abs, trying to lick up every last drop of his seed. “You’re such a whore, drinking up my cum like that.” You giggled, licking the last drop from his muscles. “You did the same thing a few minutes ago, I guess we are both whores.” Your hands rubbing at his chest. “You’re dangerous.” Johnny says, a glint in his eyes. You nod, a feeling of pride in your heart. “I’m thinking… one last round?” A playfulness in your voice. “We don’t wrap until it’s perfect baby.” Johnny’s smugness extremely apparent.
He stood up and walked towards you, leaning you back on his pillows. Johnny climbed back into the bed, sitting in between your legs. He leaned in, kissing you on the lips. Unlike the other kisses you shared this one felt different, it was less needy, more intimate. While kissing you he started pinching and squeezing your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. You moaned into his mouth, needing more. Johnny removed his lips from yours and moved them to you jaw, sucking and licking at your skin till a bruise formed. He did that all the way down, from your neck to you shoulders. Johnny stopped at your breasts though. He payed extra attention them. Using his tongue in expert ways around your nipples. You were so obsessed with the way he made you feel, no hookup had ever been like this.
By the time he reached your cunt your body was already turned to jelly. He took a hold of this length and slowly pushed it inside you. The curve of his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside you. “Ngh Johnny please..” Your begs replaying in his head. He started to move, slow and steady thrusts. Johnny went deep inside you, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in. You were a mess, the erotic sounds of your rendezvous making anyone who might walk by walk a little faster. His pace was so slow, but even thrust was sending you over the edge. The louder you got the harder Johnny would go. It was slow and rough, neither of you able to form any words due to the feeling bubbling to the top. Johnny got slightly faster and his movements became more sloppy, you knew he was close, and so were you. “Johnny, please, I need to cum.” You pleaded with him, your entire body was shaking, ready for release. All he had to do was utter three words and your became a shaking mess underneath him. “Cum for me.”
Johnny pulled out of you, the way your cunt squeezed him when you came was too much. A couple of strokes and he came on your pussy. He fell to your side. All was quiet except for your breaths. You were the first to speak, “I hate you and you fucking cocky attitude but god do you have the skills to act like that.” You both laughed, “Fuck you’re so amazing, I wish I got a piece of that sooner.” An annoyed sigh left your lips, “Sure, whatever, now go be a gentleman or whatever and get me a cloth so I can clean up the mess you made.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss you, “Yes ma’am.”
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