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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.

Chapter sixteen ⭐︎ Hold me, love me, touch me, honey

Warnings: 18+ minors don’t interact! smut, unprotected sex, *cough* breeding kink *cough*, slight allusions to pregnancy? but not really. not proofread... ignore any mistakes please

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Steve's newfound feelings awaken something else in him when you reveal a little secret to him.

Word count: 7.9k+

Author’s note: I'm sorry for taking so long with this chapter, I hope it was worth the wait though and that you guys will enjoy it! shoutout to @hellfire--cult for helping with this as always hehe ♡

Series Masterlist ⭐︎ Previous Chapter

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The aching in your head is the first thing you feel when you wake from your deep sleep, the throbbing pain making you groan in displeasure. When you open your eyes, you quickly shut them again, it’s not even that bright in the room, the curtains are closed but the little light that peeks through is still enough to hurt your sensitive eyes. You scrunch your nose and raise your hands up towards your face, hiding your eyes with your palms, you roll over on your side and sink your face into Steve’s pillow.

You can still taste the beer in your mouth and it brings back the nausea that has been haunting you for a while.

You raise your head and touch the spot beside you, sliding your palm back and forth, only to find Steve’s side of the bed empty.

He is downstairs, you can hear the radio, it’s not even loud but your ears could pick up any sound right now.

You squint open your eyes and give yourself a moment to adjust to the light, you stretch your arms out and inhale his scent that lingers all around you, embracing the fluttering in your heart. You slowly push yourself up but keep the covers over your body, looking over at the nightstand on your side of the bed, a smile appears on your face when you see the glass of water and Advil along with a little note ‘drink up, blondie – and come downstairs for coffee and breakfast’. Your dry mouth is begging for the water, you scoot over and reach for it, gladly grabbing the painkiller too, you throw it into your mouth and wash it down with the water.

From the corner of your eye, you see the clothes you wore the night before, the skirt he slid down your body, the top and the bra he took off for you before he helped you put on his shirt.

Pictures of last night start flashing in your mind, you remember how he held your hand and how he kissed you, how he held you and refused to let you out of his sight. He was soft with you, gentle and sweet — how you always wished him to be with you.

Was it because of how you acted? Because of the side you always refused to show?

The alcohol in your system revealed something you were always afraid to show, a you that you’ve always kept sacred, because you were too afraid to show your real self to people, the gentle and caring side, the loving one that craved intimacy and affection so so badly. This side of you is too vulnerable and you don’t like it, you don’t like to be perceived that way. You’d rather let people keep seeing you like this — rough, mean and cold. They won’t know if you’re hurt, they won’t see through your act, they won’t see you, and you want to keep it that way.

Embarrassment fills you the longer you think of how you were around him, how giddy and happy you were, how love guided you to kiss him and treat him as though he was your boyfriend when he wasn’t, when he isn’t, when he will never be.

How will you face him after last night?

What does he think of you now?

Will he treat you differently now?

Can you just pretend like you don’t remember a single thing and you can both go back to normal?

You throw the covers off your body and get up from the bed, making a trip to the bathroom to brush your teeth, wash your face and comb through your hair to make yourself look more presentable before you walk downstairs to join Steve in the kitchen.

Your heart starts doing pitter patters the closer you get to him, feeling nervous to look into his eyes and trying to pretend like everything is normal between you both like his soft touches didn’t fill you with a sliver of hope – something that makes you feel like a fool, there is no hope, there shouldn’t be, but your stupid heart can’t understand that.

When you walk into the kitchen and you look out the window, you realize that it’s not even that bright out, the sun is only peeking through the big clouds, drops of rain roll down the windows, and the faintest sound of thunder rumbles through the sky, overpowering the music playing from the radio.

Goosebumps rise up on your skin, an unsettling feeling appears in your stomach but you’re not afraid, despite how uneasy you feel, you’re not afraid, because you aren’t alone, because you’re with him.

It smells like coffee and waffles, the mixed scents making your lips curl into an excited smile.

Steve is standing with his back to you, finishing up on the waffles that he’s already got a stacked up plate of, he is sipping on his coffee and you wonder how long he has been up for already.

His head is slightly banging along to the music, his hair is still messy, uncombed and unstyled, he is wearing a white tank top and sweatpants, he looks so cozy – that’s how you love him the most.

You take in a shaky breath and open your mouth to speak, to say good morning, to say something as the nervousness seeps in deeper but he beats you to it, as though he can feel your eyes on him, he turns around to face you, his hazel eyes lighten up at the sight of you, the smugness that sinks into his features makes you shrink into yourself a little, your cheeks heat up and you suddenly feel flustered.

“Good morning, Blondie,” he smirks, eyeing you up and down as he takes you in, how you look in his shirt – he will never get tired of this sight. “How are you feeling?”

“Morning,” you murmur as you make your way over to the coffee maker, you reach for one of the mugs in the cupboard and place it on the counter, pouring yourself some coffee, you take your time turning back to him as you try to calm your nerves and your blushing. “Good… surprisingly.”

Steve chuckles behind you, you hear his footsteps and how he opens the fridge, getting something out of it before closing it again.

“Yeah, you were pretty drunk last night,” he clears his throat and you suddenly feel his breath on your shoulder and his hand on your waist as he places the creamer on the counter before you, “no hangover?”

His hand lingers and he doesn’t step away just yet.

“Thanks,” you murmur as you reach for the creamer and pour some into your coffee, “my head hurts a little but I feel fine.”

Steve nods behind you, he squeezes your waist and fights the urge to just turn you around and steal your breath away by kissing you deeply.

“Did you drink the water and the Advil I put on the nightstand?”

He doesn’t remove his hand, even when you turn around to face him, he leaves it on your waist.

You cup the mug with both hands and bring it up to your lips, taking a sip as you look up into his eyes. The burning in your cheeks is still there, the heat matching the one of the hot beverage in your hands.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Good,” he nods, eyeing your face slowly.

He can tell that you’re flustered and shy even – that is a rare sight to see, it makes the fluttering in his heart so much stronger.

You blink as you stare up at him and take another sip, squirming a little when he takes a step closer.

Steve can’t help but chuckle to see you blushing, he brings his hand up towards your face, slipping his fingers through your hair before he tucks it behind your ear.

“Do you want another kissy?”

Your lips part and your eyes widen, more embarrassment rushes through you at his teasing.

Steve chuckles again when you roll your eyes and groan.

“Stop!” You whine, not knowing that this sound only makes him adore you even more. “I was so drunk!”

“Yeah? I couldn’t tell,” he snorts, shaking his head in amusement.

“That was the alcohol talking,” you murmur, lying.

“Was it?” He asks, furrowing his brows as he tilts his head to the side, adoringly so. “I don’t know, I really liked this Blondie. She was so cute and touchy.”

Whether he’s teasing or mocking you, your heart doesn’t seem to care as it beats even faster in your chest. The thought that Steve could find you cute makes you feel giddy and it fills you with a sense of happiness only he can make you feel.

You roll your eyes at him but he chuckles as a smile tugs at your lips.

Steve’s hand moves from the side of your face to your shoulder and then to your waist again.

“Don’t get me wrong, your mean side grew on me but you were so adorable last night.”

Adorable.

He is teasing you, you are sure that he is just teasing you, the smirk on his lips, the glowing mischief in his eyes gives him away.

“Don’t forget your waffles,” you blurt out, not knowing what else to say to that.

He huffs in amusement and squeezes your waist once more before he steps away from you, making his way back to the kitchen counter, he opens the waffle maker and takes out the last one, placing it on the plate before he turns his head to look at you.

“Come on, I already set up the table.”

You turn to look at the round kitchen table, seeing it set up just the way it was the first time he made you breakfast.

Warmth blooms in your chest and your eyes soften.

He held you in his arms when you fell asleep last night, he got up before you just to make you breakfast – your favorite kind too.

Is he like that with everyone?

Does he treat all his hookups like this?

Does he make them breakfast too or hold them in his arms until they fall asleep?

Or are you the only one that gets all this?

You don’t even know if he is seeing anyone, if someone else occupies your side of his bed when you don’t see each other.

Your eyes follow him as he makes his way over to the table and places the plate full of waffles in the middle.

The thought that someone else might get this too makes you feel uneasy, upset, and hurt.

He looks at you with furrowed brows, looking as you stand there with a frown on your face, holding the mug against your chest as you stare at him.

“Come here, your waffles are gonna get cold.”

You blink, snapping out of the thoughts that leave you with a bitter taste on your tongue.

You nod and step away from the kitchen counter, you hold the mug tightly in your hands as you make your way over to him.

Steve pulls back the chair for you, waiting for you to take a seat.

You try to hide the surprise and the blush on your face as you hide your face behind your hair and turn your back to him as you sit down but it doesn’t go unnoticed by him, he smiles to himself, adoring this shy side of you.

“Eat, Blondie,” he murmurs, patting your shoulder before he walks around the table and takes the seat across from you, “we need to get some energy back in you.”

“Yeah, I actually agree,” you chuckle, picking up a waffle for your fork, “I feel like there’s a huge hole in my stomach.”

“You need to eat more,” he says sternly. “You devoured that chicken sandwich last night.”

“Mhmm it was heavenly,” you nod and pour some syrup on your waffle, “especially after all the beers I’ve had.”

Steve chuckles, picking up the bowl with strawberries and raspberries, he puts them on your plate, “you need some vitamins too.”

“Yes, mom.”

“Shut up,” he snorts.

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, only the sound of the radio continues on. You eat your waffles and drink your coffees, sharing glances and sweet smiles, a few comments here and there, his foot touching your own under the table. This is nice. You could get used to this.

If only you knew that he feels the same.

Steve watches you, how you comfortably sit here with him, enjoying the breakfast that he made for you, you’re much quieter than you were last night and he can’t help but miss the other side of you — the clingy and touchy one, the one that asked for kisses and even peppered his face in them. He wonders if you even remember any of it or the things you’ve said to him. You rambled so much, that you probably forgot about the comments you made.

He takes a sip of his coffee and clears his throat, “do you remember what you said to me last night?”

Despite remembering everything, you can’t help but panic slightly, wondering if there’s a small detail you can’t recall, that you might’ve said something you tried to keep secret, that you accidentally revealed your feelings, or even confessed your love for him.

“Uh… I think I’ve said a lot,” you chuckle nervously, scratching the back of your neck as you straighten your back.

He laughs and nods, “yeah you did, but you told me you had a surprise for me. What’s that about?”

The look on his face is a curious one, his head is tilted to the side, tapping his fingers against his mug.

A surprise.

Oh, you surely remember that and what you meant by ‘surprise’ and you can’t help but curse inwardly at your drunken self for thinking that it was a good idea to mention it as that.

Heat rushes to your cheeks again and the nervousness inside of you returns once more.

“Ah, right uh… it’s not exactly a surprise but uh…” you pause, not knowing how to start this conversation, sensing the awkwardness that is about to ruin this comforting moment already.

He raises his brows at you, waiting for you to continue.

You take a deep breath, breaking eye contact for a moment to look out the window.

“Um, do you remember those three days we didn’t see each other before Vickie’s party?” You ask and look back at him.

“Yeah.”

“I went to the doctor one of those days…”

His eyes widen a little, his heart skips a beat as some kind of hope swirls inside of him and a million questions start running through his mind.

“Oh?” Is the only thing he can say as the excitement for something that probably doesn’t even exist starts building up.

You bounce your knee and hold your mug tightly, blinking as you stare into his hazel eyes.

“Yeah I um… I got an IUD.”

Steve blinks a few times.

“I’m sorry, what?” He asks in confusion, he expected something else.

You huff, getting more and more nervous as each second passes.

“An IUD… Birth control? Didn’t you learn that in school Lego Head?”

He nods quickly and furrows his brows again, “I know what it is, I’m just wondering why.”

The heat in your cheeks intensifies and suddenly glows so hotly, embarrassment flushes through you and as he stares at you, completely lost and confused, you feel like a deer caught in headlights.

You had never used birth control before him, or even thought about it, you would’ve never gone without protection with anyone else, birth control or not but with Steve, it’s different. You want him. You want to feel him. You want him closer and more intimately. That one time wasn’t enough, how could it ever be?

But while you kept thinking about this, wishing for a repeat, he clearly didn’t want the same.

“J-Just in case,” you mumble with a shaky voice, not realizing just how nervous and small your voice sounds.

The gears in his head start turning, though very slowly and he is still staring with parted lips and widened eyes.

He knows what you mean by that, he knows what you want and he wants it too, he’s been wanting it so badly, he’s been thinking about it day and night, when you’re with him or not — he wants you, he wants to feel you again and again.

He just can’t believe you fucking said that.

You blink and look down, clearing your throat as you close your eyes, feeling regret settling in the pit of your stomach.

“Just, forget I said that, it's just another measure of contraceptive, we don't need um — you know to lose the other, just to make sure you know! The IUD might fail…” You clear your throat, knowing that an IUD's failure is only... like 2%.

Your heart starts beating wildly in your chest and you feel the need to escape this awkward situation and him.

“I uh, I’m gonna get changed and go home… and we can talk later,” you mumble and get up from the chair, not looking into his eyes, “thanks for breakfast…”

You rush out of the room and away from him before he can even react or say a single world. You hurry up the stairs and walk back into his room, gathering your clothes as quickly as you can.

“You’re so stupid,” you murmur under your breath, cursing at yourself.

What were you thinking? That he wanted you like this? That he would care and get excited about something that wouldn’t mean anything to him?

You don’t listen to the footsteps in the hallway or the door that opens behind you but you yelp in surprise when you feel his hands on your waist and he turns you around, ripping the skirt from your hands that you were just about to put on, he throws it back on the bed and cups your cheeks, nearly making you gasp from how dark and lust filled his eyes are.

“You can’t just tell me that you’re letting me fuck you raw and then run out on me.”

“I—“

With his lips against your own, he cuts you off roughly, not letting you finish whatever you were about to say as he kisses you with desperation in his touch as his hands move from your cheeks down to your waist and he grips it tightly.

You whimper in need, throwing your arms around his neck, you ignore the surprise and the pounding in your chest. You deepen the kiss and bury your fingers in his messy hair.

His lips taste like coffee and the sweetness from the waffles, his chest is pressed against yours tightly, so tightly that you can feel the beating of his own heart. He slips his tongue into your mouth and you feel him against your stomach, making you squeeze your legs together as you feel heat pooling in your lower stomach.

And just like that, all your worries, all your overthinking disappear into nothing as pleasure takes over your body.

The kiss is messy, his lips smack against yours continuously, his hands grope your body over his shirt that he wants to get rid of.

Steve always feels eager and desperate to fuck you, to strip you off your clothes and taste you, to pleasure you with his tongue and his fingers, to take you in a way no one else can but he isn’t sure if he ever felt this kind of need before. He feels as though his skin is on fire, the burning seeping through his flesh and only you can mend it.

His dick strains against his boxers and his sweatpants, almost hurting from how hard it is and he can’t help but growl against your lips when you slide your hand down his body and start to palm him over his clothes.

He slips his hands under your shirt, touching your hot skin with his cold fingers.

The sound of your whimper only pushes him further into you, gaining dominance in the kiss as his tongue moves against yours eagerly.

He pulls away just enough to murmur against your lips, “you drive me crazy, Blondie.”

You can’t hold back the whine that falls from your lips, you almost feel embarrassed for what he turns you into every time he touches you.

His eyes are dark, almost unrecognizable, he looks hungry, like he’s starving, for you. And it does little to mend your own hunger.

He grabs your waist tighter and picks you up, catching you off guard when he throws you on his bed, making you bounce on the mattress.

Steve makes quick work of getting rid of his tank top before he crawls on top of you, spreading your thighs with his knee and reaching for the hem of your shirt, he practically rips it off of your body and exposes your bare chest to him, his eyes grow even darker in the process.

He grabs your boobs with his large hands, pinching your nipples, he leans down and hovers over you.

“Steve!” You moan, lips parting as you chase after his lips.

“Keep moaning like that for me,” he murmurs before he smashes his lips back against yours, kissing you just as roughly as before.

You close your eyes and reach for his shoulders, holding tightly onto him as you move your lips against his, melting into the kiss.

You don’t even bother to try and fight for dominance, you won’t win, not today. Steve is in control, and you don’t mind, not for a single second. The pace of the kiss, the touch of his hands, his moans, and the roughness of his lips turn you into a desperate mess as you arch your back and lean into his touch, trying to grind against him.

Your panties are already damp, the material clinging to your pussy and you just want him to rip them off you just as he did with the shirt.

As though he can read your mind, he slips his hand down your stomach, his fingers reach the flimsy material that still covers you. He presses your hips down before he touches you the way you’ve been whining for. He groans into the kiss when he feels how wet you are, knowing that he is the cause of it.

“Is that all for me?” He asks, not moving away from your lips, he rubs circles on your clothed clit, making you whine for more.

“You know it is!” You don’t feel ashamed to admit it, you don’t bother to hide something that is so obvious anyway.

He chuckles in satisfaction as he moves his middle and ring finger lower, teasing your entrance.

“D-Don’t tease me,” you beg, pleading with your eyes as you dig your fingers into his shoulders.

“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?” He smirks, pecking your lips as he moves your panties to the side. “So desperate that you want me to fuck you raw, huh?” He asks as he slips his fingers through your wet folds, gathering your slick and bringing his digits up to your clit.

“Yes!” You whine as you buck your hips up, grinding against his fingers.

“You want me to cum inside of you again, don’t you? Want me to fill you up, honey?” He asks as he continues to tease your clit before he slips two fingers into your dripping hole.

You suck in a sharp breath, closing your eyes as a loud moan escapes you, he catches it with his lips, smashing his mouth back against yours, stealing your breath with the kiss and the pace of his fingers as he starts to drag them in and out of you, keeping your legs spread with his left hand.

He lets you adjust for a moment, spreading you open with his long fingers, he kisses you deeply and grinds against your thigh, getting desperate for relief himself.

The touch of your hand and the feeling of your lips against his own makes his heart flutter and his dick twitch in anticipation.

This moment is all so driven by lust but he can no longer deny the way you make him feel, the way he needs to feel you close otherwise he might go insane, he wonders if you feel the same, if that is the reason why you want him in a whole new way.

You clench around his fingers and move your hips, wanting more, wanting him deeper. You mewl against his lips when he curls his fingers inside of you and his thumb presses against your aching clit.

“Do you hear that?” He asks breathlessly, pecking your lips over and over again. “You’re dripping for me.”

Steve admires the scrunch of your nose and the furrowed brows, the desperate look in your eyes as you look into his. Your skin is flushed, your chest is rising up and down heavily, your nipples hardened from the coldness in the room and the pleasure in your bones, you’re getting wetter and tighter around his fingers.

“But you want more, right?” He asks and leans down to wrap his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue around it, “you want me to breed you, don’t you?”

His words are driven by lust, a part of him he doesn’t recognize shining through, surprising both you and himself.

You gasp, your cheeks flushing even deeper as the heat rages underneath your skin. You feel too shy to admit it but this might be exactly what you wanted.

You liked it when he fucked you against his door, when he came inside of you and his cum rolled down your thighs, you loved it even, despite how messy it was, you loved it because it was him.

You nod and shut your eyes again, your mouth waters at the feeling of his fingers hitting your g-spot and you arch your back in pleasure as your hands find their way back to his hair, pulling and playing with it, making him match his moans with yours.

“P-Please, Steve…” You whimper as you feel the fire building up in your stomach, beginning to crash over you, “I’m so close.”

Steve starts kissing your chest and making his way up to your neck, tilting your head to the side to suck a mark onto your delicate skin as he continues to fuck you, faster and rougher, moaning at the squelching sounds and your pretty whimpers.

“Yeah?” He breathes, peppering kisses along your neck and your jaw, “are you gonna be a good girl for me and cum around my fingers?”

“Yes!”

Your breathing gets heavier, your heart starts pounding faster and you can’t help but reach for his face, dragging him back to you so you can slam your lips back against his as your fingers dig into his hair roughly when he rubs your clit faster, throwing you over the edge with his touch.

You kiss each other feverishly, you scrunch your eyes shut, letting the pleasure take control, letting him slam his fingers in and out of your pussy, causing tears to build up in your eyes from the hot intensity.

“Let go for me,” he whispers against your lips, “cum for me.”

One more thrust and a deeper swipe against your clit has you crying out his name in pleasure and this time, he lets you shut your legs around his arm, though that doesn’t stop him from moving his fingers still.

Stars flash in your vision and the wind gets knocked out of you, the overwhelming high crashing over your body.

“S-Steve,” you whimper.

“Yes?” He kisses your lips. “Tell me what you want.”

“You!”

“Me?” He smirks, licking his lips as he looks down, watching the way your thighs are shaking already. “How do you want me? Tell me, honey.”

You are so deep in your pleasure, no shame, no shyness exists for you in this very moment. You are so eager to feel him the way you’ve been craving him for weeks now.

“I want your cock, Steve–” You whine, tugging at his hair. “Please fuck me!”

He chuckles darkly, eyes growing five shades darker, something in him awakens, something that had never been there before, not even the night of Vickie’s party.

He pulls his fingers out of you, fighting the urge to stick them into your mouth and make you lick and suck on them. He grabs your hips and manhandles you on your stomach, knocking the breath out of you again. He slaps your ass and gropes it roughly.

“Stevie!”

“Get on all fours for me.”

You whine, gripping the sheets underneath you tightly as you look back at him over your shoulder, nearly pouting at him but he only slaps your ass again.

“C’mon Blondie, wanted me to breed you, we gotta do it the right way.”

His fingers are still coated with your slick as he pushes his sweatpants and boxers down, making his dick slap against his stomach, pre cum rolls down his length, his tip is red, he is aching for you and twitching in anticipation, knowing that he gets to fuck you without a condom.

Steve expects you to push yourself up on your hands and knees but instead, you worsen his hunger by pressing your front against the mattress and pushing your ass up, presenting yourself to him.

“Holy fuck,” he curses, biting back the growl that threatens to fall from his lips as he takes in the sight of you. Your pussy glistens, the arch in your back is deep, your ass up high and you look over your shoulder again, giving him a pout and desperate eyes as you beg him to fuck you and fill you up.

The hunger in him is insatiable, he already knows it, he will never get enough of this, he will never get enough of you and he doesn’t mind, not even after last night’s realization and how easy it could now be for you to crush his heart — it’s yours now.

He wishes that he could take a picture of this and keep it in his wallet.

He moves closer to you, grabbing your ass and sliding his palms over your cheeks before he grips your hip tightly, slipping his already soaked fingers through your folds, he gathers your slick and uses it as lubricant to stroke his dick before he presses himself against you, pressing his lips together as he looks down at your pussy.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this,” he murmurs as he teases you with his tip, circling it around your dripping entrance, moaning at the sight of it.

“P-Please,” you whimper, pressing your ass back against him, prompting him to hold your hip even tighter as he slips his length through your wet folds, continuing to tease you and himself. “Just fuck me already!”

The tone in your voice is nowhere near demanding, it’s anything but that, you're whiny and desperate – you are showing a sight only he is allowed to see.

The excitement is burning in him, his own desperation eating at him. Seeing you like this makes him want to do things he has never done before. His fingers dig into your flesh and he sucks in a sharp breath as he slowly pushes into you.

Your name falls from his lips in a moan, his eyelashes flutter as the pleasure finally envelopes him. With one hand on your hip and the other now grabbing your ass, he inches inside of you, groaning at the sight of your puffy lips around his length.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, gripping the sheets tightly and shutting your eyes as you feel him splitting you open.

“You’re taking me so fucking good, baby,” he praises you, smacking his palm against your cheek once again, making you jerk and gasp in pleasure. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

Your stomach flutters at his words, as your walls do around his length, causing him to moan as he pushes in deeper and deeper until he’s buried inside of you, completely.

“Y-Yes, Steve!” You cry out. “I’m your good girl!”

You are both doing things and saying words you never thought you’d ever use, whether it’s the pleasure that is controlling you both, the desperation or something in the atmosphere but neither of you care, this is nice, this is perfect.

“That’s right,” he growls as he pulls out and slams back in, making you cry out his name.

Steve starts rolling his hips, roughly and desperately, picking up the pace with every thrust, making you both moan and whimper in pleasure. His cock hitting deep in every right spot, making you drool already.

You hold onto the sheets, your eyes roll back as filthy sounds fall from your lips. You want to look back and watch him, see how good he looks fucking you like this but you find no energy to lift yourself up or turn your head. Your chest is pressed against the mattress beneath you, Steve’s hands feel so right on your hips, molding into your skin so perfectly. Waves of pleasure crash over you, making you arch your back even further, giving him an even deeper angle.

You gasp in surprise, eyes shooting open when his large palm smacks against your flesh again.

“You’re so filthy, honey,” Steve moans, his eyes nearly roll back as he feels your tight walls clench around him, prompting him to hold you tighter and fuck you harder, snapping his hips against your ass. “Letting me fuck you like this, wanting me to cum in this tight little pussy.”

You feel his throbbing length, the veins on his cock, his balls slapping against your sensitive skin, the roughness of his touch and the eagerness in his voice – it overwhelms you in the best way possible, especially when you feel him growing more and more desperate the closer he gets to his high.

“Y-Your cock feels so good!” You whimper, your head falling and your eyes closing, tears slipping from your eyes.

“Yeah?” He breathes as he looks down at the way he is slamming in and out of you, his length glistening with your slick, your wet walls hugging his dick perfectly. You keep clenching around him, making him throb and twitch inside of you, making him whine in a way he isn’t sure he ever did before – but one thing is for sure, Steve had never felt anything like this before, and he knows he never will again after you. “Your pussy feels like fucking heaven.”

Your walls flutter around him, drool slips past your lips and down on the rumpled bed sheets, you can feel your second high approaching, you can feel the tension in your stomach, the ache in your clit.

Steve fucks you mercilessly, dragging you back and forth on the mattress as though you are his personal fucktoy. And for a moment, you both don’t share any words, only your moans of desperation and need fill the room, the wet sounds of his dick slamming into your weeping pussy, the bed creaking beneath you, and the occasional smacks against your ass.

His hair clings to his sweaty forehead, his cheeks are glowing red, and he doesn’t know where to look, he wants to see your face, he wants to keep staring at the way his dick disappears into you – this feels surreal, like it’s something that came straight out of his dreams.

He feels the need to make you scream, so he slides his hand under you, his fingers finding your clit with ease, he begins to play with your sensitive nub as he changes his pace to slower but deeper and harsher.

You gasp and twitch beneath him, trying to push yourself up only to fall back down again, the sight of it making him chuckle darkly.

“Steve!” You scream out, feeling just how sensitive you are when he rubs your clit faster. “I-I’m so close!”

He can’t help himself when he leans down and presses his lips against your shoulder blades, murmuring against your skin, “do it, cum around my cock, baby.”

Stars and tears blur your vision, the feeling of his lips on your skin only adding to the pleasure, the softness of it a stark contrast to the harshness of his thrusts, the sweet nickname and the swipe against your clit throwing you over the edge completely and you’re suddenly cumming and screaming out for him.

“B-Baby,” he murmurs in a mix of a whimper and a growl, hands flying back to your hips, he grabs you tightly as he feels your walls clinging to him, making him shudder. “I’m gonna… fuck…” He groans, going to pull out, out of instinct. “I need to–”

“Cum inside of me, Stevie!” You sob as his fingers still move against your clit. “Please, please, please!”

He can’t even control it, your words hit him so hard and he suddenly cums, hard. He spills inside of you with a loud moan and a whimper of your name, he paints your walls white and he keeps moving, even as his eyes roll back and he grows sensitive. All of this turns him on even more, not even after he reaches his high, if anything, his hunger is even more insatiable now.

He slows his thrusts and he breathes heavily, his eyes are still clouded with lust, moans still falling as he takes in the sound of your whiny whimpers.

Steve licks his lips as he pulls out after a moment, despite not wanting to but the vision in front of him is so worth it, his cum leaks out of your pussy and starts to roll down your thighs. He doesn’t know what gets over him when an animalistic growl falls from his lips and he gathers his cum with his fingers and pushes it back inside of you.

“Don’t wanna let any of it go to waste,” he smirks when you whine even louder.

You’re surprised and incredibly turned on by his action, you have to press your shaking thighs together, the ache in your center growing bigger despite the two orgasms you just had.

“Steve…”

Steve is staring at your pussy, at the way you’re sucking his fingers in, at the mess he made of you, how can he not grow hard all over again?

“God, that’s so fucking hot,” he murmurs under his breath.

He pushes his fingers in and out of you, admiring the way he pushes his cum deeper back inside of you – somehow the thought of what could happen if you didn’t have an IUD turns him on even more. Steve keeps going, using the same slow pace for a while, getting lost in you before he snaps back as your whimper tears him back into reality – but he wants more, he needs more, and he decides to keep you here with him, all day.

“I got you,” he whispers, pulling his fingers out and cleaning them off on his messed up sheets before he starts kissing up your body, letting his lips linger on your shoulder before he wraps his arm around you and flips you over on your back.

His lust filled eyes intensify when he sees the tears pooling on your lower lash line, the needy look in your own eyes. He cups your cheek and presses his lips against yours for a short kiss, craving more of you.

You reach your arm out weakly, and kiss him back, savoring this moment for as long as you can before he pulls away again and collapses on the bed beside you, he places his hand on your thigh, keeping it there as he starts breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath.

Silence falls over the both of you, you stare up at the ceiling, too speechless to speak, too stunned with what just happened.

His fingertips stroke your skin, your heart is pounding in your chest, your legs quivering as his cum leaks out of you, making you press your thighs together.

You can’t believe that you would ever be turned on by something like this, that you’d ever be here, that you’d ever do something like this with him.

You want more and more.

You blink, a lazy smile tugging at your lips, the fluttering in your heart and stomach taking over again.

“So…” Steve mumbles, turning his head to look at you, to admire your beautiful side profile, “can we discard the condom from now on?”

“Only if you wrap it up for… others,” you mumble, wincing at your own words as you don’t want to ruin the moment for yourself by thinking of this.

Steve furrows his brows, smile falling a little.

You think that there are others?

You think that he could even think of being with someone else, let alone like this?

He squeezes your thigh reassuringly, “there are no others, don’t worry about it.” He says softly.

Your features soften and a weight falls off your shoulders and your heart, and still you can’t help but feel surprised about his confession.

“You are the only one, Blondie.”

He wants you dead.

You are so sure of it, Steve Harrington wants you dead.

Why else would he say such words to you?

“O-Oh?”

Steve is so in bliss, he doesn’t even notice the blush in your cheeks and the quivering tone in your voice.

“Yeah, and what about you?”

You turn your head to look at him, you lock your eyes with his.

What about you?

You can never touch another man again, that is for sure. No matter what the outcome of this thing between you will be, you’re ruined, utterly ruined.

You blink, heat flushing over your body the longer you look at him, at his messy hair that you always want to bury your fingers in, the hazel in his eyes that is now your favorite color, his puffy lips that you want to kiss, moles you want to count and trace with the tips of your fingers.

God, he is beautiful.

“There are no others for me either,” you whisper, feeling exposed and vulnerable to admit it to him.

The smile that appears on his face catches you off guard, he seems… happy about it?

And he is, he truly is.

Steve doesn’t want you to be with anyone else, he doesn’t want you to see other men, kiss them or let them touch you the way he is allowed to. He wants to be the only one for you, he wants to be your only one.

He squeezes your thigh again, scooting closer to you, he eyes your face and lets them linger on your lips.

“Guess we’re exclusive then huh?” He asks with a smirk on his lips.

Your breath hitches in your throat, hope flickering inside of you, the anxiety you felt over thoughts of him with other girls diminishing just like that.

You try to act normal, like you aren’t fazed by his words, like your heart didn’t burst, like this isn’t anything special.

You clear your throat, “seems like it.”

He chuckles, hiding the happiness that flutters in him.

This is what he wants, this is what he has been craving for a while now, to have you all to himself, to be the only to touch you, to taste you, to fuck you, to fill you up and claim you as his own.

“You got anything to do today, Blondie?”

“I uh… I was gonna meet up with Eddie—“

“Cancel it.”

You raise your brows in surprise, confusion flashes in your features but your heart slips a beat when you see the darkening in his eyes again and the feeling of his hand gripping you tighter and harder.

“What?”

He moves closer and closer until his lips are on your jaw and he tilts your head to the side so he can kiss your neck, nibbling at your skin and pressing his hand against your sensitive core again.

“Cancel. It.” He rasps into your neck.

A gasp tears from your lips when he slips his fingers back into your pussy, morning at the feeling of his cum inside of you.

“You don’t need anyone but me today,” he whispers as he presses another kiss against your neck and curls his fingers inside of you.

You bite your lip and moan when he spreads your legs with his free hand, his long fingers pushing deeper into you — you are so sensitive, so overstimulated but just like him, you can’t get enough, you want more.

“Steve…”

“Mhmm.” He murmurs against your neck, peppering kisses along your skin, “I know, baby. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

And taking good care he did. He fingered you in bed until you saw stars, mesmerized by how his own spent worked as lube, mixed with your own juices. You felt exhausted after that, so he drew a bath for you and even helped you wash your hair, knowing your limbs were all tired out.

But he couldn’t have enough of you. Not when you got into his mustard sweater because you felt a little chilly, leaving your legs bare. He wanted to give you more time to relax but he couldn’t help himself while making lunch, so he had to bend you over the kitchen counter to make you scream again.

Overstimulation was very much present, to the both of you, but you couldn’t stop. You wanted to feel him and he wanted to feel you. It felt intimate, and private, but most of all… it felt… hopeful.

Hopeful that, even if you spent a whole day fucking, that this new development means something. Hopeful that this exclusivity is real and will go on until he decides to actually take the leap, to actually fight for what he wants again. Hopeful that he feels the same as you do. That you two would not do this with anyone else, but with each other.

But those thoughts can be for another day. For tomorrow. Maybe the day after, because right now, as he hugs you in the middle of the night, laying in bed, dinner devoured, and one last round of feeling one another, you feel your heart be calm for the first time in a while.

Because for the first time ever you actually feel it. Genuine. True. It is no longer a mere word that you discard, no longer a word that sits in the back of your mind, thinking you would be so stupid to actually let yourself feel that.

But this night, you swore you felt something at the top of your head that you are sure you didn’t make it up. You felt a press at the top of it. A kiss. A good night kiss from his part as he kept rubbing circles on your lower back. This is not the same Steve from a month ago. This is not the same you from a month ago. You two are not the same as a month ago.

So you let yourself feel it. Embrace it. And maybe… maybe it will grow more at some point that it might give you the courage to take that definite step.

You felt confident.

♡

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shadow4-1 · 13 hours

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Hi! Idk if you take requests, but if you do I was wondering if I could request a 141 x reader where they're on a mission and at some point a grenade gets thrown at them and they don't have enough time to run away so reader pulls a Steve Rogers and throws herself onto it to prevent the damage done to the rest of the squad? If not that's totally fine too, ik it's kinda sad lol. Btw I love your writing it's super good, especially the 141 x shy reader. 💕

I like this idea! It's very heroic and a lil' sad. And, to be quite frank, would've been a much more heroic way for Soap to have gone out in MW3! Here's my take on this prompt:

Shit. Shit. Shit.

How the hell are you going to do this?

Gaz is alive but unconscious, Ghost is on his knees, and Soap is face down in a pool of subway grit. You can't hear, you know your eardrums are blown out from the blast. Price dashed off after Makarov.

On shaky ankles you step around the bodies of friend and foe alike. You can feel the atmosphere bend with the whiz of bullets but you can't hear them shattering the checkerboard tile.

You manage to get over Soap first. He's breathing. He's really fucking heavy too, all dead weight and limp. With all of your adrenaline strength you manage to brute force him over onto his back. He's got some shrapnel in his jaw and littered all over his kit, but nothing too visibly deep.

There's a hand on your shoulder. It's so heavy it nearly brings you down to the floor. You scream, but you can't hear it, only feel the vibration in your chest.

It's Ghost. His eyes are wide, bloodshot, and completely crazed. You can't tell if he's talking because of his mask. He's still on his knees, and his body dips to the side before he rights himself with a jerk. You know your Lt. well enough to know something is seriously wrong with him, but he's conscious, and therefore not your top priority.

Gaz is.

You glance over at your other team member. He's slouched over against a pillar. He's barely awake with eyes rolling and lips bloody. You make a mad dash over to him. You trust Ghost will take care of Soap to at least get him to safety.

You feel more bullets bending around you but it doesn't matter. You're probably hit already and you just can't feel it. Your boots lose purchase in some grime and you slip. You crawl the last few feet to Gaz. He doesn't see you or focus on you even as you fill up his vision.

You try to mutter something to him but you can't hear it and you doubt he can either.

The entire subway platform vibrates. You can feel the rattling of a train whoosh by behind you. You really hope Price caught Makarov. Just as the train passes you by you feel another explosion. Hot air blows down the tunnel followed by a red glint.

Oh no.

You wrap your arms tight around Gaz's neck and pull him down to the floor. He coughs up blood tinged saliva onto your vest. You tuck your body around him, cradling his head against your chest. You realize he's missing his hat as you press your face against the crown of his head. One of his hands weakly grabs at the side clasp of your vest.

For that last moment before disaster strikes, you desperately hope he has no idea what's going on.

#call of duty #cod imagines #mw2 #mw2 headcanons #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain price #kyle gaz garrick

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samoankpoper21 · 3 days

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JJK Men Proposing 💍

A/N: Bonus points to whoever gets the kdrama reference in Suguru's proposal aslkf;saj Enjoy~!!

Content Warnings: mid smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!, some cursing

Kento Nanami:

"Love?"

"Yes?"

"Let's take a trip this weekend"

"Ooh ok. What did you have in mind?"

"Malaysia." Your typing coming to a pause you peered at him from above your glasses. "Malaysia? That's so random babe. Why there?"

"I've always wanted to go." Taking one last glance at him you noticed his restlessness. 3 years being together you've learned to read Kento Nanami; his face may be stoic, expressionless to others, but you picked up on the way he gulped, his fingers clenching and unclenching. Choosing to ignore his restlessness, knowing in due time he'll eventually come around to letting you in to his inner monologue, you warmly smiled stretching your pudgy, stout arms above your head. "Sure Ken, let's do that. We both could use a break."

The plane ride there you noticed his restlessness increase. "Ken?" you wrapped your smaller hand over his much too large hand. "What's wrong babe? You've been restless since we got on the plane."

"I'll be fine."

"You sure?" Leaning forward to kiss your forehead he hummed a "Mhmm."

He grabbed both of your bags escorting you to the rental area. Driving to the hotel resort he placed his hand on top of your left hand giving it a squeeze. "What part of Malaysia are we staying at?"

"Kuantan."

"Ooh ok. Sounds cool. Wait...you didn't bring me all the way out here to kill me right?" Staring at you in his peripheral he chuckled shaking his head. "You watch too many 'true crime' documentaries."

"But it's true babe! Most serial killers upon their first kill get anxious and after they've killed their victim it's like a high to them." Pressing a kiss to your hand he chuckled again. "You need to go back to watching Korean dramas or anime or something," Squeezing your interwoven fingers he suggests, "Take a nap love. It's going to take almost 4 hours to get there."

"No, no I'm ok! Really!"

15 minutes later Nanami glanced your way chuckling at your head nodding, trying to fight sleep. "Sleep love."

"You sure babe? I don't want you to be up alone."

"I'll be fine."

"Mmkay. Just know I tried." He chuckled as you stifled a yawn, kissing his hand before leaning your chair back to rest.

After having checked into the resort, Kento had planned a spa day for the both of you where you both enjoyed full body massages, clay mask treatment, and the jet bath to yourselves. "Ngh! Ken," you shuddered, the water sloshing over the sides as he gripped your full hips guiding you up and down his throbbing length, his half lidded eyes going back and forth between your fucked out expression, full breasts, and pudgy tummy. "What if -ngh- w-we get caught?"

"Shh," Nanami shuddered as your gummy walls involuntary tightened around his cock. "Seems like you don't mind us getting caught pretty girl." Biting your lip trying to suppress your moans as Nanami's cock hit that sweet spot you groaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "F-fuck Nanami, yes, yes, right there love." Nanami rolled his hips against yours hitting that sweet spot. Biting down on his shoulder you came your legs twitching as Nanami kept thrusting up into you. "Fuck," he growled, he too biting on your neck as he released his hot, sticky seed into you.

After dinner walking in hand in hand on the beach you stopped just short of where the waves could reach you, marveling at the sunset. The sky was painted in pretty hues of pink, orange, and purple. Closing your eyes inhaling the scent of the sea, reveling in the moment, the moment was briefly shattered with whizzes and whistles of fireworks. Looking up into the sky you gasped. "Nami, look! They're hearts!" turning to search for him you gasped upon seeing your boyfriend on one knee, small, red velvet box in hand. "Y/N, Kuantan has a special meaning to me. This is where I want to settle, build a home. I can't imagine building a home, my future, without you in it. Will you continue to build with me towards our future? Together?"

"Yes!" you shrieked, tackling him in the sand laughing. "Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes!"

Toji Fushiguro:

"Fuuuuck daddyyy 's too much." Toji had already made you cum three times, the first and third being from his tongue, the second from his fingers. You found yourself with your ass up, a mean arch in your back as Toji pounded into you. He loved fucking you from the back: watching the way your ass rippled every time his hips slammed against it, the way his balls swung hitting your folds and clit, your wide hips that he currently had a tight grip of, the stretch marks that adorned your thighs and belly, how loudly you were moaning at him hitting your g-spot, and how you always took him so well. With the way Toji was slamming his hips into your sopping cunt you felt yourself slowly slipping off the bed. Clawing your way attempting to move forward Toji slapped your ass, gripping the reddened flesh. "Stop running." Moaning you plead. "I-I'm gonna fall daddy."

"Then fall. As long as you stop running from this dick." He groaned as your tight walls clenched around him. "Fuck you're such a good slut fa' me. Getting turned on just 'cause I'm tellin' ya tah stop runnin'. Fuck momma bounce that ass back." Keeping your arch Toji stilled his thrusts watching the white ring around his cock slip in and out of your fat, juicy pussy, a slow steady plap plap plap sound filling the room, Toji grabbing a handful of your generous ass. He stilled you leaning over, his chest against your back, reaching into the drawer. Shuddering you knew he brought out the vibrator he graciously named 'Clittie'. "Gimme your left hand." Pushing yourself to balance on your right forearm you offered your left hand where he slipped a ring on. "T-Toji?"

"What? You gonna be with me or what?" Peering behind you locked eyes with him causing him to groan at your blissed out face mixed with light and love. "Your timing is so off." you chuckled. Grabbing your hips he slammed into you once again stating, "Fuck momma looks like you're stuck with me now. Whad'ya say huh?"

"Yes, yes, yes daddy! I'm all yours. Fuck I'm all yours daddy!"

"Good girl."

Choso:

He must be exhausted was your initial reaction upon meeting him at the dog shelter. Your manager tasked you with training the new, quiet hire, his baritone voice making your pussy clench. After working together you came to realize that (1) ain't nothing wrong with his eyes, (2) you grew fond of his sleepy eyes, finding them alluring, sexy even and (3) he reminded you of a big -lost- puppy. He would follow behind you closely, the heat from his body emanating, as you explained the tools and showed him the dogs.

Working together allowed you to build the rapport needed, learning and falling for the ins and out of Choso Kamo. Closing together one night the power went out, PG&E updating you both that it would take at least 3 hours before the power came back on. You found him in the play pen, all the dogs and puppies sleeping peacefully around him. Attempting to discreetly take his picture you cursed when the shutter sound went off, his eyes snapping open. "Sorry," you sheepishly offer. "You just looked too cute surrounded by all the dogs sleeping peacefully."

"Delete that."

"Whaaat? Come on Cho it looks really good though." you tease. Surprising you with his speed you found him in front of you smirking holding your phone above his tall frame. Jumping trying to reach your phone you whine. "Not fair dude. You're like 6 feet."

"Grow some inches then."

"Or you could put some in me."

"Huh?"

Attempting to cover your moans Choso bit your plush inner thighs, his tongue following shortly after. You looked to the sleeping dogs figures. "Ch-Cho," he swirled his tongue around your entrance, moving his way towards your clit. "Y-you think the dogs will mind?" Chuckling darkly he asked, "Now you're worried about the dogs? Where was all that cockiness from earlier?" Sucking your clit a moan ripped from your chest. "Choso please."

"What do you need baby girl?" he asked, spitting on your clit, watching it trail towards your clenching entrance. "Fuck me daddy."

A year later not much has changed except the constant fucking you and Choso did. Whenever Choso was in the mood your panties were pulled to the side as he stretched you out on his fat cock, his hot breath fanning your ear.

It was another closing shift but the rest of the team were there. You found it weird that everyone was still here considering it was only supposed to be you and Choso. "Y/N," your manager called out to you. "I need help in the play pen."

"Sure." Making your way to the play pen you were greeted by hordes of fur, giggling at the yapping, some of them jumping up to greet you. You noticed your manager and 2 of your coworkers sitting there giddy with anticipation. "What did you need help with boss?" She let a black chow chow puppy named Bo run to you, picking Bo up you noticed a red velvet box tied to its neck. Untying the red satin ribbon, opening the box you gasp recognizing his writing. "Will you marry me?"

"Turn around dummy." his baritone voice rang out. Quickly turning you found your boyfriend on one knee blushing furiously. "Aside from animals you were the first person to see me as a person. You make me feel welcome, warm, and loved. You have been like a light to my world and I can't see myself doing this life thing without you. Will you marry me Y/N?"

"Oh my god yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

"Are we almost there babe?" you huff out.

"Yup."

"That's what you said an hour ago."

"You're so dramatic." He chuckled.

"Babe you literally woke me up at the ass crack of dawn."

"I thought you liked how I woke you up." Your cheeks burning at the memory of Satoru and you cuddling when in your sleepy daze you felt him lifting your leg up thrusting into you, groaning at how wet you were for him. "Morning love," his morning voice sending shivers down your spine as one of his hands found purchase on your breast, the other on your plush hip as his hips rut into you sharply. Catching up to him you lightly smack him. "That's beside the point."

"Oh look you caught up." Holding his hand out to you you deeply inhaled the cold morning air, your lungs expanding. "You could see all the stars from up here." he gently observed. "Babe look! It's Orion's belt! Oh and the big dipper too!" Gently smiling your eyes continue scanning the starlit sky in search of familiar constellations. "Look down hunn'."

"Huh?" Peering down at the circular rooftop you exclaim. "Babe it's a heart!"

"What else do you see?"

"Ummm," you continue to scan the rooftops reading aloud. "W-I-L-L Y-O-U M-A-R-R-" gasping you turned to see him smiling widely. "First let me give you this." Handing you a certificate you saw that he had purchased a star near the edge of Orion's belt naming it after you. "Gojo," feeling your eyes tear up.

"I wanted to gift you the North Star but NASA said some bullshit 'bout how that star can never be bought. Y/N, I wanted to gift you the North Star because to me you shine the brightest, even on the days you don't feel like it. I have watched your light shine and transcend to others and I want to continue being part of that journey. Y/N, will you continue to be my north star while I continue being like the sun?"

"Only if you shine with me for thousands of years."

Geto Suguru:

"Love," Suguru called from your shared bathroom. "Babeeee." Standing in the doorway he watched as the blanket barely covered your naked sleeping form. You could sleep through anything. Light bulb going off in his head Suguru lay on his stomach, settling himself between your legs. Prying them open slowly he groaned at your glistening cunt. Pressing wet, open mouth kisses in your inner thighs he blew at your entrance watching you shiver. Teasing your already wet cunt he kissed around your opening. Laying his tongue flat, he parted your lips swirling his tongue around moaning at the taste of your essence, your musk scent mixed in with cocoa butter. Sucking, his mouth slowly moved up engulfing your clit giving it a tug. Moaning awake from your body heat you stir. "Babe?"

"Oh good! You're awake." He peeled his face away, your eyes growing dark at the sight of your arousal evident on his lips, chin,and nose. Trying to bring him closer he scooted away causing you to pout. "Sug?"

"Come on love. We have to go."

"But it's still dark out."

"I know but where I'm taking you you can only see this picture when the sun hits a 6."

"How you gonna leave me turned on?"

"I promise I'll make it up to you but we have to hurry. We only have 50 minutes and I don't want to get stuck in traffic." Groaning you reluctantly peeled yourself from the warmth of the bed throwing on jeans and a hoodie.

Quickly parking the car he grabbed your hand and ran with you towards the elevators of a merging company. Scanning your surroundings you were taken aback, a bit uncomfortable at how under dressed you felt. Getting off at the 17th floor he pulled you towards the staircase pulling you along the remaining 3 flights. Shouldering the door to the rooftop open you made it with 3 minutes to spare. Panting you ask, "Why didn't we just take the elevator all the way up?"

"For memory sake?"

"The fuck Sug." Quickly grabbing your hand he led you to the edge, heart hammering in his chest, he covered your eyes. 6AM hit, the rays of the sun slowly peeking over the city, it's warmth slowly seeping into your skin. Lowering his hands from your face he whispers, "Open your eyes love." Peeling your eyes you watch as the sun hit two billboards, turning them towards your direction; the first billboard reading, "Y/N let's continue making memories for eternity."; the second being, "Will you marry me?" Your hands clasping at your mouth you turn already crying. "Is that a yes?"

"Oh my god yes Sug! I love you! I love you so much!"

Ryomen Sukuna:

Sukuna's grip on your plump hips were sure to leave a bruise. He couldn't resist you especially since you were panting on his weeping cock, trying to fit all of him in. "You're a big girl I know you can do it."

"'s too big daddy."

"Oh?" Adjusting his hips he slammed into you causing your back to arch into him, your mouth agape in a silent 'O' shape. He chuckled licking, sucking, and biting at your neck making sure to leave a trail of hickies in his wake. Continuing with his rough pace you let out a garbled noise as you clung onto him, your head falling into his neck. "Come on pretty girl, can't do all the work myself." Peeling back to look at him, water decorating your lash line, he licked his lips shivering at the sight. He liked this sight of you, how pathetic you looked around his cock. Smirking and slowing his pace, his stroke still hitting deep he teased, "What? Dick got you dumb?" Surprising him, yourself included, you pushed against his chest laying him flat. Planting your feet on the bed, your fingers slowly trailing down the expanse of his chest, outlining his abs, you lift yourself a little more than half off of his deck and slam back down. "Fuck woman!"

"Who's the dumb one now?" You continue with that pace, Sukuna gritting his teeth. This was one of the many reasons he fell for you, you were the only one who was willing to challenge him to gain dominance, although he was always the victor. "Fuck baby just like that." he instructs with his eyes closed. The sound of your voluptuous ass smacking against his thick ,muscular thighs were making him go feral, wanting to empty his balls deep into your sweet cunt.

"Fuuuuck daddy your dick's so good."

"Yeah? You like getting fucked by this big dick?"

"Fuck yes! I wanna have your kids fuuuck."

"Let's get married first."

"Yes, yes, yes!" In the midst of your riding he procured a ring placing it on your finger. Gasping you squeal, "You were being for real?"

"Woman if you don't accept me-" leaning forward capturing his lips you say, "I'd be honored to be your wife Ryomen Sukuna."

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cyber333angel · 2 days

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a few people wanted the drabble of sitting on jjs face so here it is!

your boyfriend had been away on a pogue adventure all day leaving you alone in your shared apartment. needy for him but not having him here to help you release, you tried everything from your small hands (which couldn’t do the job, not like jj’s calloused and rough hands which gets you in all the right spots) to the little pink bullet vibrator jj keeps in a drawer when he plays with you(only climaxing when he has his dick buried deep inside of you holding the vibrator to your clit). none of it was doing what you really needed it to do like your jj so you text him. moving your panties to the side and taking a selfie of your painfully wet cunt you text him, “want you home jayj..” with an attachment.

jj’s phone pings in his back pocket, taking it out he sees a message from you“hooooly fuck..woah..uh guys there’s like a family emergency back home like—a car crash a terrible terrible crash so imma dip and we can “reconcile” this like tomorrow, yeah?” the pogues look at him with a disgusted face, and john b speaks up, “ew dude, we know it’s your girlfriend. you better come back tomorrow we have a lea—oh whatever.” he stops talking, seeing jj put on his helmet and get on his bike, starting the gear. about 10 minutes later jj bust through the door to see you in silk but slightly sheer pink, nightgown.

he basically pounces on you right then and there there. grabbing your head and kissing you deeply, exchanging saliva from the both of your tongues. jj pulls back “babycakes you can’t send me something like that and..wear something like this. it’s bad for my heart im telling ya.” you giggle at his deprivation, taking your hands and lifting your skirt up you show him your exposed cunt. “s’achey down there jayj.. need you to make me cum!” wet slick dripping down your thigh, jj almost throttles “oh jesus..you drive me fucking crazy.” he grabs you from the waist, hoisting you up on his shoulder and runs into your shared bedroom. making out with you he lays his head down on the pillow, grabbing you to straddle his chest. “get on top sweet girl, if y’re so needy you can ride my face.” you whimper at the suggestion and shake your head frantically. “jayj I cant do that! what if I suffocate you!” he rolls his eyes “baby the best way to die would honestly be in between-“ you cover his mouth with your hands preventing him from finishing the embarrassing sentence. “okay okay! ill do it.”

“atta girl.” you get closer to jj’s face, thighs hovering over him as you grip the headboard. “papa your face is gonna get messy!” he gets impatient with your excuses “that’s just fine sweet cheeks, but this not what mean-“ he grabs your thighs and pulls you down to mouth, mumbling “dis is what I meant.” you shiver at the contact, jj thrusts his tongue up into your cunt, slurping at your juices. “y’always taste so fuckin delicious baby..fuck.” he moves to your sensitive bud sucking knit gently and rolling it in his mouth “angh, jj your makin me feel s-so good, oh god!” he hooks his arm from under your thigh and starts rubbing your clit, sticking his tongue back into your pulsing hole. “go on princess, try to grind that sweet pussy on my tongue.” you grip the headboard, helping your balance to move your lower body forward and backwards in a slow pace. “mmmh it feels so good papa! oh your gonna make me cum!” you hear the squelches of your needy cunt and you clench around jj’s tongue. grinding yourself across his face to climax, your clit stroking on him. “f-fuck papa..s’good..” you mind going blank from the intense climax, you twitch and hover off jj’s face falling on his chest. jj sits up grabbing you by the shoulders to hug you, seeing the wet spot seethe through his pants. “well fuck babydoll..all your fussing made me cum too..shit.”

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hxxsxxng · 2 days

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JAY 박종성 - CRIMSON HONEY : III

MINORS DNI

Word Count : 2.6k

Genre : Smut, Fluff, AU

Content : Biting, blood, teasing, face fucking, gagging, tears, unprotected sex, oral f and m, first time anal, painful sex, creampie, and probably a lot more that i missed

Synopsis: after tempting the powerful vampire, she recieves a punishment that doesnt seem so bad.

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He laughs softly. “That is a rather good question, princess” he responds sarcastically. “Do you have a suggestion?” She says , turning around to face him. “I wouldn’t mind biting you” he states. She shivers uncontrollably at his blunt statement. “I wouldn’t mind having you bite me either” she retorts, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. He leans into her, placing a kiss upon her lips. “I want nothing more than to mark you as mine. I don’t want you to go back home” he whispers against her mouth. He presses himself closer to her. Their chests are pressed flush together.

She feels his arms tighten their grip on her. Her breathing hitches slightly and her heartbeat quickens. He lifts her up in his arms, carrying her across the room, laying her tenderly down on the bed.

“You are so damn tempting, Princess” he whispers seductively against her ear. “Why am I only allowed to look at you when you're wearing my clothes?” he mutters against her throat. She gasps at his words. Her hands find their way underneath his shirt, brushing against the warm skin of his abs and resting over his muscular chest. He tenses underneath her touch. She hears his sharp intake of breath and the slight tremble of his muscles beneath her palms as she slides her hand along his abdomen, stopping momentarily at the hem of his boxers, sliding her hand under his underwear. She feels his erection press into her hand as he groans loudly. She giggles , tracing her index finger over his erect member. She continues to tease him and he grips her wrist, pulling her palm down and pressing a soft kiss against the top of her hand.

“Don’t tempt me. Don’t you dare tempt me. I cannot control myself right now. You’re killing me.” he growled. She giggles once more, her hand continuing its journey of his boxers and pulling them down just enough for her to reach underneath and stroke him. “Please stop teasing me…I can’t control myself much longer” he pants as her hand travels upwards. “Is that a promise?” she purrs playfully while moving her finger ever further upwards. He grunts as he tries to contain his desire. She finally reaches the crown of his erection and wraps her thumb around the tip, massaging it. He arches his back in pleasure as he moans deep in her throat.

Jay couldn’t take it anymore, he looks down into her innocent eyes and quickly sank his teeth into her neck. But this time, she did not react negatively. She seemed like she liked it. Way different than the night prior. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she arched he back toward Jay on top of her. Jays hunger was being satisfied by biting the girl that has been driving him crazy for weeks. He licks and nibbles on her neck, savoring the taste, the feeling of her skin and the delicate fragrance that filled his nostrils. The sweet taste of her blood was so intoxicating. He felt like he was going to be drunk on it. Blood was dripping down her neck and onto the sheets. When he finishes leaving the first mark of her neck, he lets his tongue trail up to her ear lobe.

“I will make you feel better than before” he whispers. With his free hand, he begins unbuttoning her shorts. His fingers grazes along the soft, pink flesh of her inner thigh until he reaches the small zipper at the bottom. He opens the zipper. Slowly. Carefully. He wants to prolong the pain for as long as possible. As soon as she realizes what he is about to do, she stops him by placing her hand over his lips.

“Jay” she murmurs softly. “Let me go first”. “Okay…but make sure you behave yourself” he says. She smiles and lowers her hand. She pulls his boxers down his legs slowly, allowing her eyes to feast upon the sight before her. Jays breath hitches as his cock springs free, coming in contact with the cold air. She takes the length into her hand and slowly strokes it.

“God baby it feels so good” he praised while throwing his head back. She signals for him to get off of her and stand up. She crawls towards the end of the bed and off, onto her knees. She teases the tip of his throbbing cock with he tongue, not daring to let it deeper into her mouth. She brings the head down to the tip of her tongue again and sucks gently, earning a groan from Jay. “Fuckkkkk..” he groaned. She looked up at him through her lashes and and continued to suck with a seductive look.

Jay could not take it anymore, he needed his dick engulfed inside her warm mouth. Now. He grabs a handful of hair from the back of her head and started pounding into her throat relentlessly. Each time his tip reached down her throat, she would gag. Her eyes are filled with tears as she continued to make eye contact with Jay. “God you are taking my dick so good princess.” He moaned. She panted as she continued to swallow down his thick shaft. “Shit, fuckkkk…you know how good it feels? Gagging on my cock for me?”he groaned, his eyes were glazed over and lustful. She whimpered softly at his words but didn’t respond verbally. She continued to pull and lick at him. She knew if she said anything, he would probably just speed things up and she isn’t ready for any of that yet. His eyes began rolling back.

Jay felt his orgasm slowly approaching, but he could not finish yet. He quickly pulled out of her mouth before it was too late and aggressively grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. “Spread your fucking legs” he ordered. She obeyed and let her legs fall to her side and Jay slowly crawled between her legs. She spread her legs slightly further apart for him as he positioned himself at the very top, right in front of her pussy. “You are so wet…so perfect…just like this. I can feel your clit throbbing just waiting for me” he whispered huskily as he slowly began to lick and suck at the entrance of her pussy. He was skilled with his tongue, he grazed it between her wet folds perfectly, while keeping grip on her thighs. “God you taste like fucking heaven” he muttered breathlessly against her. He took her into his mouth completely, swirling his tongue around the head of her sensitive clit before giving her access to his mouth. “Fuck it, princess” he urged her.

She began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy against his tongue. She moaned out in pleasure as Jays tongue hit all the right spots. “Yes, yes. Oh fuck” she groaned quietly. Jay felt her walls tightening around his tongue, trying desperately to push him away. She bit down on her own lip while pushing herself harder into his mouth. She begins to close her legs as her orgasm starts to wash over. Her clit is too sensitive to take any more.

“I’m not done” he demanded, forcing her legs back open. All she could do was cry out in pleasure. Her moans turning into whimpers and then into breathlessness. Pleasure was clouding her mind and all Jay was doing was sucking her clit. “Cum all over my tongue, princess. I want to taste it” with the cue that it was okay, she let it all out. She was barely even able to form any coherent words as Jay left he legs vibrating uncontrollably.

He wanted to see the full extent of what he had created. She turns around so that her back was facing him. He watches her as she rocks her ass back and forth, rubbing her clit against the head of his cock. He grabs her hips and forces her down, burying himself in her hot center.

They both moan in unison. Jay starts thrusting into her roughly and he slams into her. She clenches around his erection, holding onto his wrists tightly. His pace is becoming fast and rough. Her body moves in rhythm with his thrusts. They are both desperate, they want more. It wasn’t enough.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck this pussy hard for so long” he groans as he consistently grazes her cervix. “So hard” he adds, pumping into her roughly with every word. His eyes are half closed from the sheer ecstasy he was experiencing. He was feeling dizzy, he felt like he was floating. He leans forward with one hand planted firmly at the headboard and the other still held securely onto her wrists. He begins to pound into her with increasing vigor and she begin to moan, arching her back as another orgasm threatens to rush through her body. He pumps into her cunt relentlessly.

As Jay's movements gradually slowed down, his breathing heavy and ragged, he withdrew from her with a deliberate, almost torturous slowness. A sense of emptiness engulfed her as she lay there, her body still humming with pleasure. The room was thick with the musky scent of sex.

His eyes roamed over her form, taking in every curve, every quiver of her spent body. There was a hunger in his gaze, a primal need that seemed to match the rhythm of her own racing heart. He felt like a predator hunting its prey. And then, without a word, without a warning, he shifted his focus to a new target.

The head of his cock traced a slow, deliberate path along her slick folds, teasing and tantalizing, before venturing to a place she had never explored with anyone before. The sudden intrusion, the pressure against her tight sphincter, sent a jolt of mixed sensations through her body. Pleasure mixed with an equal amount of discomfort.

She gasped, a sharp intake of breath as he pushed past that final barrier, his movements slow and deliberate. His gaze never wavered, locked onto her beautiful figure.

But as he delved deeper, as he slowly began to move within her in this uncharted territory, she felt a strange sense of surrender wash over her. The initial discomfort gave way to a new kind of pleasure, a sensation that was both foreign and exhilarating. Her body responded to his every movement, her own desires blending with his.

Her hands released their hold on his wrists as they fell onto the bed. In response, Jay wrapped his arms around her stomach and squeezed her waist. She laid there, motionless under his touch, letting him fill her ass hole up to the brim, to the absolute limit.

“No more, please no more, I can’t take anymore” she cried out in overstimulation. “Oh sweetheart, you cannot tell me that you don’t crave my dick inside you right now. Your hole just keeps sucking me back in” he argued. ”It feels too good to stop.”

He slams back into her, he feels his orgasm coming close. ”Do you want it? Do you want me to fill this tight little ass with my cum?” he says as a breathy moan. Sweat is dripping down his forehead as he grips her harder. “Please fill me up Jay…. I neeed it” she begged. Not even a second later, he releases his cum into her, pulling his cock in and out, the more white it turned. There was so much cum, dripping out of her ass, running down into her pussy and down her thighs.

He pulls his cock out completely, admiring the beautiful holes that he just fucked. Her arms become completely weak and she plops down on to the bed.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” he suggests. He helps her off the bed and grabs a towel, wrapping it gently around her body as she was shivering violently. He picks her up and carries her to the bathroom. He turns on the bath as soon as he opens the door, gently placing her on the tiled floor. He lets to tub fill up a comfortable amount before helping her step in. Her whole body is sore and she is barely able to move, but with what energy she has left, she attempts to put her head under the faucet.

“Don’t worry about it baby, I will take care of you” he cooed. He guided her head under the faucet, allowing her hair to get wet enough to wash. Jay grabs a shampoo bottle and squirts a glob into his and , and gently massages her scalp.

“Thank you Jay” she said, clearly worn out. He looks back down at her and gives her a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “Anything for you, sweetheart” he said lovingly. He grabs her hand and guides it into the water. He guides the sponge over her body and gently rubs it around. “Now take a few deep breaths” he told her calmly. He takes her by surprise as he kisses her softly on her lips. It was short and sweet.

Jay seemed a lot more caring than before. Not just that he is cleaning her up, but the small intimate gestures he does kind of make her rethink if she is really opposed to the idea of liking him.

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amongemeraldclouds · 6 hours

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make me

Minimal plot, just smut. You’re welcome.

When your rival grabs the potion ingredient that was meant for you, you’re willing to do what it takes to get it back.

Theodore Nott x f!Reader

Warning: 18+ MDNI, piv, unprotected sex, oral (m!receiving), v!fingering, degradation, praise, hate sex, characters are aged up.

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You scan the near empty classroom as footsteps shuffle outside the hall. Your eyes narrow when you see Theodore Nott, your rival. He has been the bane of your existence ever since you got the top marks in your third year and effectively kicked his ranking down to number two.

It’s his rightful place you thought, but he sorely disagreed. Despite the devil may care attitude he’s known for, you know very well he can’t stand the idea that someone could be better and smarter than him. Well tough luck. You weren’t going to back down either.

He’s holding two vials of the potion ingredient you need. “The professor said one vial of Agrippa for each student!” You narrow your eyes at him.

“Ah you never know,” he sighs, holding the vial out in front of you. Taunting you. “I may get careless and accidentally drop one. Then I’ll have backup.”

“And what about me? You took mine, you tosser,” you huff.

“Did I now?” He says, looking confused as he continues to play with your vial. “Don’t see your name here though.” You fantasize reaching over and punching that smug expression off his face.

You cross your arms instead, willing yourself to stay in control of your emotions. “Tsk tsk Theo. Never thought you’d have to stoop so low. Then again, it is you,” you roam your eyes over him from head to toe in disdain, shaking your head in disappointment. He’s absolutely gorgeous but you’ll never admit it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, trying to mask his discomfort.

“You’re just insecure you’ll never beat me if you played fair. Poor Theo,” you reach up, trying to pat his head patronizingly. Instead he grabs your outstretched arm and looks down at you, leaning closer.

“I’m not,” he protests.

You shrug nonchalantly, trying to ignore his electric proximity, how beautiful he looks up close, your breaths sync together and noticeably more shallow. It will only take one small move for your lips to meet. “Could have fooled me. Give me the Agrippa and I’ll let you go.”

“I’m the one holding your arm,” he lifts an eyebrow, trying to assert his control over you.

“Then let me go,” you shoot back.

“Make me,” he challenges.

So you take that one small move, closing the distance between you and kissing him. His grip on your arm softens as he freezes in shock. You take this opportunity to yank your arm free, your mouth still on his. Just as you reach for the vial, he pulls you closer instead and wraps his arms around you, caging you in. Deepening the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding on for support.

Unwilling to lose against you, he kisses you back. It’s a clash of teeth and tongue, lips swelling with all the insults and comebacks you could throw at each other. Instead you say it in the way you suck his bottom lip hard enough to bruise. He counters with his tongue aggressively exploring your mouth.

You argue with the moans that escape your throat and his overwhelming need to devour you leads his mouth down your neck, trailing kisses and gently biting your soft flesh. Your head instinctively rolls back, giving him more access because as much as you hate him, you can’t deny just how good this feels.

Bodies pressed against each other, you feel his hard length twitch against you and can’t suppress the chuckle that escapes your lips. Before you can say something, your eye catches the vial he left on the table behind him. You reach out your hand and try to grab it again, but Theo catches on fast enough to turn both of you around in the opposite direction and place you on the desk.

“Not so fast,” he says panting as he stares at you, reflecting the lust in your eyes. “Make me cum and I’ll give you the Agrippa vial, fair and square just like you wanted.”

You scoff, “how is it fair?” He brings his lips close to your ear and says in a low voice, “because I also want you to cum for me, principessa.”

Fuck. Your breath catches in your throat.

Theo continues, “what? Afraid you can’t take me there?”

“Oh, I’m not the one you should worry about,” you retort, moving your hands to your blouse and unbuttoning it.

Theo just smirks and helps with the last few buttons, he opens your blouse and takes a moment to stare at your breasts. “I’d say you’re beautiful, but you probably know that already,” he comments as he unclasps your bra and kisses your breasts gently. It’s so sweet and tender that for a moment you forget he’s your rival.

“Never hurts to hear it anyway,” you reply, trying not to shiver with just how sensitive and vulnerable you feel.

He smiles up at you while his hand continues exploring your breasts, squeezing and teasing, rolling your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. “You’re wonderful, Bella.”

You have to remind yourself you hate him despite your legs wrapped around him and your panties soaked for him. Then it didn’t matter as all thoughts left your mind when he runs his tongue across your nipple while he snakes his arm underneath your skirt, softly caressing your thighs.

He hums appreciatively when he feels just how wet you are. “Everyone thinks you’re such a good girl, but who would have known you’re such a slut.” You whimper at his words, too turned on and embarrassed to speak.

He makes quick work of slipping off your underwear as he explores your folds, spreading your slick all over, making sure to circle his thumb across your clit a few times. Desperate moans leave your lips, and he listens attentively, going back over the sensitive spots that made you louder.

He puts his hand on your mouth, silencing you. “Sshh wouldn’t want everyone to know just how much of a whore you are,” he says as he plunges two fingers into you, and you squirm against him in surprise.

He chuckles as he pumps his fingers in and out, building pressure in the base of your stomach. “So needy, I bet you like touching your cunt too, huh? Such a dirty little slut when no one’s looking.” His voice rumbles deep in his throat and you feel your arousal drip all over his hand.

You clench against his fingers as they curl against you, hitting your g spot, coaxing strings of curses out of you. As he continues to relentlessly thrust his fingers into your dripping cunt, he sucks on your ear lobe and you shudder against him. Everything feels so good, it’s almost too much until he rubs his finger against your clit and light bursts behind your eyes.

You find yourself writhing against him as wave after wave of ecstasy overtakes you. He brushes lazy kisses on your neck, guiding you through your climax and bringing you back down. Panting, you gaze at him through hazy eyes, “not bad, Theo.”

“Come on, don’t forget your end of the bargain,” he commands.

“Oh, I would never,” you smirk and lift yourself up from the table, getting down on your knees. He grunts, removing his belt and zipping down his trousers. You help him free his hard length and you take his cock with your hand, stroking it.

You stare up at Theo through your eyelashes, “is this what you always wanted? I bet you’ve thought about stuffing your cock down my throat, shutting me up. Can’t handle that I’m better than you? Smarter than you?”

Infuriated by your words, he fists his hand through your hair and removes your hand, shoving his cock in your mouth. You take him in, amazed by just how thick he is. “Yeah, that shut you up. Huh, bitch? Always talking about how much you’re better than me,” he taunts, thrusting in and out of your mouth, drool spilling down your chin.

“You’re just a pathetic slut, taking my cock so well. Look at you kneeling for me.” He holds your head in place, his grip tight on your hair as he continues thrusting into your mouth hard enough to make your eyes water. You can’t help the liquid heat pooling in your cunt and you squeeze your thighs together to get some relief from the aching need to have him inside you.

Theo notices you squirming and pulls out of your mouth, giving you a second to recover your breath. “Seems the hungry slut wants more, huh?” He says, running his thumb across your puffy lips.

He grips your arm and supports you as you stand up. He brushes your hair away from your face and gives you a gentle kiss on your lips, “you’re doing so well, principessa.” Before the words can sink in, he’s already turning you away from him and bending you over the table as you support yourself with your arms.

He places one of his hand beside yours as the other reaches up to squeeze your breast. He feels so warm and electric against you, you can feel the shortness in his breath in anticipation.

He rubs his cock against your slit, teasing and coating his tip with your arousal. You remind yourself to breathe as you imagine just how good he will feel inside you. With one quick thrust, he enters you and you cry out. “Don’t worry, we’ll start slow,” he says as he moves gently, giving you time to adjust against his big, hard length.

You whimper but don’t want his already inflated ego to grow further so you say, “is that all you got?”

You should have braced for yourself when you said those words as he snickers, “oh you’re going to regret that.” He shoves himself back into you and you feel him bottom out. Salazar, he is stretching you so well.

Desperate, filthy moans escape your lips as he continues ramming himself into you, your mind lost in a haze of pleasure as the delicious friction sets your body on fire. “Not so much better than me now, huh?” He taunts, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back so he can look into your eyes while he fucks you mercilessly. “That’s right, look at me while I shove my cock inside your slippery wet cunt. Fuck, so needy.” You whimper against him, too cock drunk to speak.

“Take it all,” he says, punctuating each word with a deep, hard thrust. Your pussy growing more and more sensitive with each movement. You feel the euphoric pressure building in the base of your stomach once again as you grip onto the table, wood splintering into your skin as try to hold it together.

“Fuck, so desperate for my cock. Tell me you like it or I’ll stop,” he taunts as he feels you grow tighter against him, nearing your release. Your mind can barely keep up, but you sober quite quickly when he stops. “No, please,” you whisper.

“Please what?” Theo asks, looking into your eyes.

“Please fuck me, I love having your cock inside me,” you say, too eager to care about your rivalry.

“Good girl,” he praises as he continues his fast, persistent pace. “I bet you always fantasized having my cock buried inside you, huh? Think you’re so much better than me when all you are is a dirty little slut.”

You cry out and his words send you writhing against him again. Your walls clench around him over and over as euphoric waves overtake your senses. He continues his relentless pace, riding out your climax until you feel his warm release inside you.

He wraps his arms around you as you both recover your breath. “You were so good principessa,” he whispers.

“Listen because I’ll only say this once,” you start and turn yourself. Theo releases you from the embrace so you can face him, “you were amazing.” You smile at him and for a moment, you can almost see yourselves as something other than rivals. Almost.

You grab your clothes and start putting them back on, the spell of the moment over. “You better not tell anyone about this,” Theo warns, trying to brush off the warmth in his chest.

“And ruin my reputation? No thanks,” You rush over everything, buttoning your blouse as fast as you can. You smirk when you finish before Theo and grab both Agrippa vials, making a run for it.

“Hey!” Theo calls out as he rushes putting his belt back on.

“Guess you’ll just have to come find me,” you shrug, leaving him alone in the classroom. You’ll be seeing him again soon enough anyway.

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junrenjun · 3 days

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Comfortable

omega!joshua x beta!reader (mentioned alpha!seungcheol x omega!jeonghan, implied ot13 x reader)

genre: angst (kinda) with some good ole fluff

wc: 1223

warnings: reader has periods, mentions of blood, a/b/o dynamics

summary: joshua sees y/n having a bad day and finds a way to make her more comfortable.

a/n: Wow I actually wrote again! As suggested, I'm going to make this and "Understand" into a little series, with snippets of this ot13 x reader pack. I'll try my best to cover each member at least once. Anyways this means I need a name for the series so if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know. Also how did so many of you like/reblog Understand without telling me that I wrote ot8 instead of ot13 :/ (I guess that's what I get for writing at 3 AM). Enjoy!

Joshua knew something was wrong when you emerged from your room wearing your own sweatpants. Half of your closet wasn’t even your own clothes at this point. You had to have gone out of your way to put on something that didn’t originally belong to another pack member. Were you fighting with someone? Were the scents too much? Did you not want to be part of the pack anymore? He tried his best to push the negative thoughts to the back of his mind, but to no avail.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as you trudged into the kitchen in silence, stopping halfway through like you forgot what you came for. You didn’t greet him or even acknowledge his presence in the living room. Okay, something is definitely wrong.

Eventually, you remembered your purpose in the kitchen and scampered to the fridge, opening the freezer. After a few moments of shuffling and mumbles of, “where is it,” he heard a sniffle. Then another. Concerned, Joshua turned around, watching in horror as you dropped to the floor and started sobbing. The scent of distress permeated the room and he was quick to scramble to your side.

He crouched down next to you, reaching out slowly. You lifted your head slightly to look at the man in front of you, before throwing yourself into the omega’s arms. Joshua fell back onto his butt with a small oomph.

He couldn’t care less though, he just wanted to comfort his beta. He hugged you tightly, letting your tears soak into his shirt. After a few minutes, your hiccups started to slow and he felt it was the right time to ask, “what’s got you so worked up?”

You mumbled something into his shoulder. He furrowed his brow trying to understand what you said. “You gotta say it louder honey.”

A beat passed, then you lifted her head and looked away from him. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it has you crying on the kitchen floor.” He paused for a second, debating his words. “And clearly something has you upset. You’re wearing your own sweatpants instead of that pair of Jun’s that you really like.”

You snorted. Your scent finally cleared a bit and Joshua gave a small smile. “You don’t have to tell me right now, but I want to make sure you’re okay.”

You sighed and looked longingly at the fridge for a second before turning back to the omega with a deadpan expression. “I thought we still had some Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in the freezer but I guess we don’t.”

Oh. Joshua’s smile grew. “That’s it? I thought you, like, didn’t want to be part of the pack anymore or something.”

An expression of horror crossed your face. “Why on Earth would you think that?”

This time, it was his turn to deadpan. “You came out of your room looking like shit, wearing your own clothes, and then dropped onto the kitchen floor sobbing! Of course I thought something was wrong!”

You rolled your eyes, but Joshua saw the hint of a smile on your lips. He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers, before softly saying, “the ice cream really doesn’t explain the first half of that though.”

You laughed for a second before pointing to the calendar on the fridge, where a small red dot was drawn on the top right corner of the box marking today’s date. “I’m on my period Joshie. I don’t want to accidentally get blood on Jun’s pants.”

Suddenly, Joshua felt really, really stupid. It was all right in front of his face. “Oh.”

His surprised face was enough to make you cackle, and he giggled to himself at you rolling on the floor. This time laughing instead of crying. Joshua doesn’t really know what possessed him to blurt this out so abruptly, but sure enough he asked, “do you want to come sit in my nest with me?”

It was your turn to be surprised this time. “You want me to sit in your nest with you? Like right now?”

You didn’t think you had ever seen the omega be so shy since you started living with the pack. His cheeks turned red and he looked away from you. “Yeah I mean, if you are okay with it. It really helps me feel better during pre-heat, so I figured it might help you?”

Joshua finally looks back up at you and is relieved to see that you're smiling. You start to stand up, pulling him with you while saying, “okay Joshie lead the way.”

You don’t miss the way his face lights up. He pulls you along to his and Jeonghan’s shared room. He’s grateful to catch the other omega’s scent coming from Seungcheol’s room. He figured he would be there, Jeonghan spends more time there than his own bedroom. And yes, Joshua is selfish enough to want some alone time with you (and maybe have an excuse to have you covered in his scent).

Finally, you both make it to his room. He feels you pause and linger near the door as he begins to rearrange his nest. He knows exactly what you are going to say before the words leave your mouth. “Are you sure you still want me in your nest?”

He deadpans to you for what feels like the millionth time that day and says, “y/n, if I didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have said anything. Now get your butt in my nest before I carry you there myself.”

Slowly, you approach the side of his bed, unsure of how to enter without messing up his hard work. You don’t miss the hoodie that you thought you lost pushed into the corner closest to his pillow. You run your hands across it before Joshua begins to get impatient and finally tackles you into the nest. As you make contact with the bed, his nose accidentally brushes against your neck. He takes a deep breath and inhales as much of your scent as he possibly can. Before he can realize what he’s doing, he’s pushing his nose into your gland and scenting you.

Your body stiffens and he pulls back, realizing his mistake. “Oh my god I’m so sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to scent you without asking first.”

He feels relieved when he notices the happy undertones peeking out in your scent. Your body relaxes underneath him and you grin up at him before saying, “do it again.”

Joshua doesn’t waste a single second, immediately burying his face back in your neck. A contented sigh leaves your mouth, and god, he would do anything to hear that sound for the rest of his life. You don’t leave him much time to dwell on it though, because you’re suddenly pushing him onto the bed and scenting him like your life depends on it.

He can’t help but giggle as your hair tickles his face and neck. “I guess you’re feeling better?”

You nod into his neck before pulling away to look at him and say, “it's still not ice cream but I’ll take it.”

Joshua is one step ahead of you though, he’s got DoorDash pulled up on his phone already and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food ice cream in his cart.

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euseokz · 1 day

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can i request some sungho hard hcs?

@ sungho — you just know exactly what i like, don’t you baby ? . cws : oral (f) . fingering . creampie . wc : 0.9k+ . genre : smut

a/n : turned this into a little drabble because i got a bit too inspired, but i hope you don’t mind it and still like it nonnie !! mwah mwah

BOYFRIEND! SUNGHO who is just so easy to please.

you know him like the palm of your hand, know exactly what buttons to push to make him feel so good he almost forgets his own name — or better yet, know what to do to leave him in such a lust-induced high it is basically all he can think about. all you need to do is kiss that one spot down his neck, bite that exact place on his jaw, or even suck on his tongue a bit more desperately, and he’ll be exactly where you need him to be mentally to fuck you into oblivion.

sungho likes intimate sex, likes when it feels like you two are the only people in the world and nothing else matters, so the atmosphere surrounding you also matters a lot to him. he likes when you are in your room, the space dim-lighted with maybe a few candles spread around. he’ll kiss you so passionately, lips pressing and sucking on yours eagerly, wanting to taste every inch of you. he’ll pin you to the bed, either by cupping your cheeks and using his weight on top of you to keep you in place, or by simply gripping your wrists and keeping them on either side of your head, making sure that all that surrounds you is him whichever route he choses. he likes that, when your head is clouded by him, when you’re as hazy with lust for him as he is for you — because for sungho that’s how it should be, or else it’s almost not worth it. you should want each other so bad it almost hurts, that’s how he likes it, when your desperation turns physical and you can’t help but want to be all over each other.

when he does eventually fuck you, sungho will only do so after he has prepped you well enough. he likes to make you cum on his tongue or around his fingers, likes how you whine with each thrust of his digits into you and when he presses the pads of his fingers against that sweet spot inside you, or when his tongue swipes over your clit and you can’t help but roll your eyes back in pleasure — or better yet — when he mixes both up and you reach your first climax almost all too quickly, not able to hold your pleasure back due to how insanely good it all feels. sungho likes to make you feel good, getting so hard his erection strains against his underwear painfully as he fucks his fingers into you and plays with your clit, his cock aching for some stimulation too but his focus still mainly on you and on leaving you as relaxed as possible first, only when he does that being the time to allow himself to properly fuck you.

sungho likes to have you completely undressed under him, not too fond of the idea of either of you being clothed, liking to see your body, to be able to kiss any spot he wants, the restraining of clothes unnecessary in his opinion when you can be fully pressed against each other, your warmth comforting as he lines his dick with your cunt, ready to thrust into you and finally get some release.

at first, sungho always likes to go slow, to take his time in letting you adjust to his girth as he moves slowly, his hips going into yours and then pulling back languidly, repeating the process until all you can do is mewl his name under him, begging for more, for him to go faster, to actually fuck you — and how could sungho ever deny you of anything, already too pussy-drunk to not want to do exactly what you were asking of him. he’d start moving faster, his cock dragging deeper into you, his tip pressing against all the right spots with every thrust. sungho could get so into it he’d almost be a bit rough, slamming his hips against yours almost mercilessly, grunting into your neck, mumbling about how good you felt, how much he loved the feeling of your pussy wrapped so snuggly around him, as if you were made for him.

even while he was caught up in his own pleasure, sungho still managed to put you first, only happy when he made you cum at least once around his cock, only then finally thinking of his climax too. his favorite places to cum were either inside you, enjoying the thought of filling you up with his milky cum, almost in a possessive manner, or all over your pussy, thinking the view of you covered in his seed was just too pretty, the way your clit twitched as his cum spilled down your folds leaving him almost hypnotized, unable to take his eyes off your pussy until his orgasm-induced high started to fade out, only then looking up at you, immediately moving to kiss you, desperate all over again for you, to taste you, to have his tongue pressed against yours — although this time sungho would prefer to take things slower, kissing you just as passionately and eagerly but letting each kiss last a bit longer, allowing himself to fully enjoy the moment, wanting to take his time as you both calmed down, afterwards focusing on getting you all cleaned up, and only then cuddling up to you, enjoying to end it all with you in his arms, breathing slowly against him, relaxed in his hold.

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daenysx · 1 day

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hi I can’t stop thinking about an aemond fic with his girl graduating university. I graduated today and can’t stop thinking about how supportive your modern aemond would be!!

thank you for requesting, angel! i'm sorry, this is a bit short but i hope you enjoy, congratulations!! requests are open

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader ♡

aemond watches you take your make up off as he does every night.

this time, it's a bit different. the hour is later than usual, you are a little tipsy because of the celebration drinks but you insist on completing your skin care routine. he lays in bed, his eye following your movements in the little bathroom attached to his bedroom. you give him a smile when your eyes meet, he likes being the person you smile at night.

you apply your night cream on your clean face and turn off the lights as you leave the bathroom. aemond adores how your face looks without any make up on, he likes it either way but your clean face reminds him how safe you feel with him. you trust him enough to create a night time routine with him, it's so nice to be the person you sleep and wake up next to. he opens his arms, you willingly lay next to him, your head on his chest and your arm wrapped around his waist.

"you don't have classes tomorrow." he says. "how does that feel?"

you sigh, nuzzling closer. "it's so weird. i don't think i ever remember a time when i don't continue studying after summer."

"you'll get used to it." he graduated three years ago. "and you can always continue studying if you want."

"i feel free." you say. "and i'm kinda proud of myself. i mean at some point it was really hard like it's never gonna end."

aemond is proud of you. so proud, he can still remember how his posture got straighter the moment you finally graduated. he is the person who has been with you all the time when you were studying, when you were crying because of your papers, when you were finding out about your grades and celebrating them. now, it's all over. you finished another important part of your life and he is one of the main characters. such a nice feeling, he thinks.

"i totally remember that point." he smirks. he does remember the time of your final week during your last semester at uni. it's safe to say he won't let you forget it either. it was a hectic week, you don't remember you ever studied harder in your life. one night, you were literally talking about your lecture notes in your sleep and aemond had the pleasure of learning your class.

"it happened once, aemond." you roll your eyes. "i can't control what i do when i sleep."

he changes your positions to be on top. he kisses your nose, your cheeks. he feels delightful tonight, you cup his cheeks to start a kiss that plays with his heartbeat. he brings his finger to your chin, tilts your head back for a deeper angle. you are both very tired but aemond thinks he can kiss you for an eternity. it makes him feel like he's the lead of one of those cheesy romcoms but he can't help himself.

"do you think it's gonna be okay?" you ask him, breaking the kiss. he knows you are nervous about what to do with your life now, university was hard but it had consistency. your every day was planned, routines were safe. right now, you need to build yourself a new life, it's a new chapter. beginnings are always scary.

"of course it's gonna be okay." he says, playing with your hair. "no matter what you decide to do, i'll be here."

"i think i'm afraid of stucking into a thing i'll hate and then never being able to change it."

he smiles, your pout has always been this cute. "trust me, sweetheart, you can change it. if you ever feel like you're stuck into something, i promise i'll help you with the change you want."

your pout turns into a smile. there she is, his brilliant girl. he kisses the corner of your lips fondly.

"i'm so proud of you." he says before kissing your forehead.

"thank you." your eyes are shining, you kiss him as a way of telling how much his words mean to you.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond x reader #house of the dragon #modern!aemond #hotd #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #modern!aemond x reader #aemond targaryen fics #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen fanfic #modern!aemond imagine #modern!aemond targaryen #modern!aemond fic

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geckoomoria · 2 days

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friends to lovers trope w jj, but its the type of love where they both dont know that theyre both in love with eachother and they just casually flirt w eachother, but their friends r always like 👀 whenever they flirt or when jj like helps her or whatever, also everytime jj does something for reader, she always blushes but tries to hide it (going thru this shit rn 😃😅)

I love u for asking this omg.

i wanna add that they both deny it a lot and they just wont admit it to themselves.

this ones a bit long…

i hope this lives up to ur standards 😪

Just friends - Jj Maybank x reader

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Saturday August 17th

9:00pm

YOU HAD JUST ARRIVED at a local beach party , looking around to find anyone you recognized.

yelling out an occasional “sorry!!” or “excuse me!” as you pushed past the main entrance of the beach house to get to the living room.

the house was so crowded you barley knew if you were headed in the right direction. As you backed up to let someone pass by you, you bumped into someone from behind.

“i am so sorr- oh Jj.” is what you said as you turned to apologize to the person that happened to be Jj maybank.

The scowl on the blondes face quickly reverted as he realized you were the one who bumped into him , a grin and opened eyes had appeared instead.

“ah so if its me you wont say sorry” he said while looking you up and down taking in your appearance. black denim shorts , long black thin socks that stopped mid thigh and a fitted dark red short sleeve top that had a sweetheart neckline.

to put it in short terms , you looked hot as fuck.

you find the corners of your lips turning as he spoke , it wasn’t uncommon for you and Jj to shamelessly flirt like this. Everyone could see you had a thing for each-other but both denied and claimed to be “just good friends”.

“well Maybank , i guess that says something about you” you responded still looking at the grinning boy.

“you wound me sweetheart” he said while dramatically placing a hand over his heart and acted as if he was in pain. You could feel the blush creeping onto your face.

“i try as much as i can darling” the words rolled off your lips as you kept up with his flirty game

The two of you stand still amongst the crowd of partiers as you stare into each others eyes, the sudden silent tension engulfing you two.

Abruptly it was broken as a pair of thin arms threw themselves over your neck , it was Kiara. “Y/n! i was looking all over for you, pope thought you weren’t coming” she claimed as she rolled her eyes at another mutual friend of yours , Pope.

“i didn’t say she wasn’t coming , i said i dont think she was coming on TIME.” Pope corrected back quite sassily as he gave you a side hug himself.

Jjs eyes had been kept on you the entire time, he didn’t even want to look away for a second.

“yeah yeah but still you doubted her and it wouldn’t be a party without Y/n ,right jj? kiara stated as the two pogues looked at their blonde headed friend. He was silent , still staring at you. His attention was only brought back when your eyes met his again.

“y-yeah wouldn’t be a party without ya” He said finally looking away for a second and looking back. The other two didn’t miss his reaction. You all walked over to where the drinks were kept and needless to say everyone was DRUNK. You all decided to sit outside on the steps.

15 minutes later

“hey wheres John B?” you question about the missing pogue from the friend group , “said he had to work for ward tonight but we all know what that means” Kiara answers before taking a sip of her beer.

You raise an eyebrow letting them know that you in fact didn’t know what it meant. “means he’s getting it on with the Kook queen , Babe ” Jj replies.

Pope and Kiara groan in disgust as your eyes widen at his words. “Wait what?! he actually has a thing going on with Sarah Cameron? Sarah Cameron who you hate” you say pointing at Kiara, “and who’s brother hates you?!” you say pointing at Jj.

“Damn straight” Kiara spits out, “Yes Ma’am” Jj replies before taking a chug of his drink, its clear none of them really liked the idea of him being with a Kook, Sarah Cameron of all people.

“God i told him to-“ Kiara’s rambling was cut off in your head as Jjs legs brushed against yours , feeling his body heat. It should have felt like nothing , friends are okay with being touchy right?

But you couldn’t ignore it as neither one of you moved your legs, what was this weird feeling inside of you?

You glance at his face only for him to be looking at you first , a stare across both your faces. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Pope who’s sitting on the steps above you two.

“Uh Kie im gonna grab another drink , you coming?” He cuts off her rambling about John B and Sarah in hopes of leaving you and Jj together.

Shes too drunk to notice whats going on so she mindlessly agrees and gets up to grab another bottle, leaving you and Jj alone on the steps.

Silence is the only thing between you two right now , absolutely no space. Arm to arm , leg to leg and shoulder to shoulder.

minutes goes by before Jj starts to laugh a bit, “whats so funny?” you ask curiously.

“i was just thinkin”

“about?”

he takes a sigh before answering “remember that time we didn’t talk for three whole days cause of the spider?”. You don’t remember at first but eventually the memory sparks back. “Oh Sally.” you say bitterly.

“you gave it a name???”

“uhm SHE lived with me for a week i think SHE deserved a name!” you sternly say emphasizing the she in your sentence.

you could feel the atmosphere’s tensions rising as you started to argue in a petty manner.

“you got so mad at me when i accidentally stepped on her”

“you killed my roommate Maybank , what was i supposed to do!”

“IT WAS A SPIDER!” , “SHE WAS A SPIDER , SHE”

you two had pointless arguments for no reason all the time to go along with all the flirting.

you huff as tick marks appear on your forehead and the same happened with Jj. The silence once again appeared after your loud voices went quiet.

“didn’t even pay for her funeral asshole” you mutter under your breath as you take another sip of your drink. You look at Jj and the two of you shared a silent look that lasted for a second.

You both burst out laughing, unable to catch your breaths, eventually after a few moments it dies down , “you’re something else princess” He says , chuckles still underlying his voice.

Him calling you suggestive nicknames was normal but lately its been feeling more than just a silly nickname.

“yeah well only you would know” you reply resting your chin under your palm and turning your head to face him. “thats right , papa j knows ya best” Jj says with some sense of pride puffing his chest.

“ugh y’know everytime you call yourself that , a little piece of me dies on the inside” you groan and roll your eyes at the stupid nickname Jj set for himself.

He starts laughing again at your words , you gave him a sense of comfort he’s never been familiar with.

He found himself constantly yearning for your presence and in moments of joy , he knew the only thing to make it better was if you were there.

Jjs tried convincing himself that it was normal to think of friends constantly and that its just his impulsive thoughts that thought of you in that way.

but the more he denied it to both others and himself , the more he craved you.

At the same time you felt similar things , thinking you were weird for even viewing your close friend like that. That he was just like that to everyone and that it was your head just spinning the truth.

But every-time you denied and brushed off the dating rumours , deep down you felt a twinge at the heart when you remembered they weren’t true.

Unconsciously shifting closer, your faces are inches from each-other. His eyes glued to your lips , the two of you reek of alcohol and the tensions never been higher.

Your heart beats rapidly as he moves in to attempt to kiss you but thats all it remained.

An attempt.

The moment was unexpectedly stopped as Pope burst through the door from above, stopping the two of you from what was about to happen.

“Guys Kie is like out of her mind drunk and she tried beating up her own reflection in the mirror so i think its time to go home” he says with a drunk Kiara slung over his shoulder not even realizing what he interrupted.

The blush on your face is replaced with a similar tone of red out of embarrassment, you get up not even looking at Jj to help Pope with Kiara.

“God that did not just happen” you think repeatedly

The car ride was just awkward silence as Pope who was the most sober at the moment drove to John Bs place since no one could scold your intoxicated selves there.

You avoid Jj like the plague when breaking in entering John Bs house , placing Kiara on the spare bed , Pope on the couch , you sleeping beside Kiara and Jj on a old recliner chair.

After voicing a Goodnight to Pope , you can’t find the courage to say anything to Jj as he sits there deep in thought. You wanted to say something, anything to change the weird feeling between you two but nothing would come out of your mouth.

You just lay beside Kiara’s sleeping figure in the dark, unable to sleep after tonight.

To be continued…

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wow that was long , I LOVED THIS REQUEST AND LIKE PLS GIVE ME MORE GUYS. ABOUT MORE CHARACTERS IN OTHER SHOWS/ MOVIES

if u liked this pls lemme know so i can start on part 2.

i love gaining mutuals guys cmon 😓

hes so hot omfg

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𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 & 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 - 𝑪𝒉. 3

Loki x Reader

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 (𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 🥺)

𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 💤

Your eyes shot open immediately as you stared up at the high ceiling in confusion. Something had prematurely awakened you. Before you could look at the clock to see what time it was, you heard it again.

Boom! Crash!

“What the hell?” you murmured raspily, sliding out of bed and leaving your room. You shuffled down the hallway towards the noise while rubbing your blurry eyes.

You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, your rampant nightmares on repeat which had made you wake up in a cold sweat several times throughout the night.

You let out a noise of surprise when you ran into something, stumbling back slightly before being righted, blinking your eyes open to see the hard wall you ran into. It was Steve.

“Someone’s up bright and early.” He commented. He stood there with his arms crossed, smirking down at you.

“Ha ha,” you sent him a sarcastic look. “What’s all that racket?”

“Racket? You from the forties too?”

You rolled your eyes and Steve gave you a small smile before it dimmed. He pursed his lips before looking down the hall. You became even more confused as you witnessed construction workers carrying things in and out of a room.

“They’re renovating per Stark’s instructions.”

You raised a brow. “Oh? What for?”

Steve glanced at you bemusedly. “More like who.”

“It’s for Loki.” a gruff voice interjected. You turned your head to see Bucky slowly walking closer with his hands in his pockets. “We made an agreement with Tony that he’d have to be on the same floor as us. Hopefully, it’ll prevent him from trying anything stupid.”

Your brows shot up in surprise. “That’s… good… I think.”

“It’s a lose-lose situation for all of us if you ask me,” Steve grumbled, gaze narrowed at the sight of the workers as if he was upset with them for simply doing their job.

Bucky rolled his eyes at Steve’s dramatics. “Don’t listen to him. He has his own issues he’s dealing with right now.”

“And you don’t?” You asked Bucky. “The last I heard, you weren’t so pleased at the fact that Loki was staying here with us on Earth,”

He nodded. “Yeah, I know, and I’m still not in full agreement but it’s already been decided. I’d rather move on and try to make the best of it than throw a tantrum.” He smirked over at Steve who was now glaring back at his best friend. “If you keep this up you’re gonna blow a gasket or somethin’ in that ancient body of yours.”

Steve scoffed, a bit of mirth creeping up on his features. “You’re one to talk, buddy.”

You slowly walked towards the room, filtering out their old man jabs at one another as you looked around curiously. There was clearly still more work to do but it was sure to be finished in no time.

Since you left the medical floor, everything seemed to be going so fast, and this was probably the first time you felt the gravity of what was actually happening.

Loki was free and would be living on the top floor with the rest of you, and he was now completely your responsibility.

You did not see Loki for most of the day, assuming he was with Thor who was also MIA. You spent some time with your father, shocked at the news that he was planning on moving out of the tower soon. And not just moving to another place in the city, he was moving all the way to the UK to start his own practice.

As happy as you were for him, you were also feeling a bit sad. Yes, you were a full on adult now, but you’ve never lived so far away from him. He was always there since you could remember, and now you wouldn’t be able to see him as often. The thought of being on your own made you scared at first, but then you remembered all the wonderful people you still had to support and be there for you. This was something that inevitably was going to happen and it was needed in order for you to be more independent like you truly wanted to be.

Sam must have noticed your gloomy mood, encouraging you to join the team game night that you were planning to skip.

“I don’t know,” you droned. “I think I just need to be alone for a while.”

Sam gave you a sympathetic look. “That’s not what you need. Come on, if you still think you need some space after ten minutes, I won’t stop you from leaving.”

You reluctantly obliged, arriving at the game night wishing you were sulking in your bed instead. But to your surprise, you ended up having much more fun than you expected to.

You weren’t the best at board games but you sure gave Tony out of all people a run for his money. By the end of the night, most everyone had left to retire to bed. You, Wanda, and Sam being the only ones left in the room playing a game of cards.

You glanced across the table at the gorgeous witchy woman, deciding now was the perfect time to talk to her about what she said at the meeting. “I hadn’t gotten the chance to thank you for what you did for Loki. I know that wasn’t the most popular opinion but you really stood up for him. So yeah, thank you.”

She smirked, looking down at the cards she held in her manicured hands. “If I am being honest, I did that mostly for you. I know how much work you’ve put into his rehabilitation and I know you are capable of transforming him into something greater. Everyone does, but they are too afraid to admit it because of their fears, ego, or whatever else that’s keeping them so closed-minded.”

She peered up at you. “They pretend to not remember that we all have made mistakes in the past, and have all done unspeakable things for the people we love. I was once on the wrong side of humanity too, scared, angry and seeking justice for my country. So was Natasha, Bucky, Tony, and even Steve. If they were given chances to start over, I believe Loki deserves one as well.”

You stared at her in complete awe, wondering how she always knew the right thing to say at the right time. She placed a card face down on the table, shrugging. “Besides, technically he was part of the reason I gained my powers in the first place. The mind stone from his scepter had quite an effect on me. Hydra made sure to use it to their advantage.”

You blinked, not expecting her to reveal such sensitive information to you. You had no idea that was where her powers had originated from. You understood she had a complicated past but Loki adjacently being involved was just the icing on the cake.

“Wow, really? I didn’t know that.”

She nodded, “Only Tony does, and now you.” She looked over to the man sitting across from her. “and Sam.”

He made a gesture of zipping his mouth shut and you laughed at that before sighing.

“Your confidence in Loki is great, I just wish I didn’t feel so unsure of things now. I think he can tell, which makes everything worse.” You admitted with sorrow in your features. “I feel I may possibly be driving a wedge between us and I don’t really know why.”

Wanda hummed at that before leaning back in her chair. “It may be because he revealed another part of him when he rescued you from Jacob. A side of him that’s not easy to swallow down.” She said softly, causing you to look at her in surprise.

“He showed you what he’s truly capable of, what he was always capable of doing. Something you may have ignored or overlooked beforehand because of your close relationship.” She hesitated for a moment before continuing. “The dreams you’ve been having are a culmination of your unheard fears and desires about what you now know to be true. However, they are not the truth, they are just dreams unless you want to make them a reality. You don’t need to be afraid of who he is, and you know he would never harm you but still must tread carefully. He’s shown you how far he is willing to go. For you and only you. You need to understand the chaos that can cause if it’s not tended to.”

You looked away, not liking how her words were hitting home. There was a sharp pang in your chest at the thought of what she was saying possibly being true. Feelings that you’ve tried to ignore were arising again.

You cleared your throat before setting your cards down on the table. “Um, I think it’s time for me to go. I’m really tired.”

Sam looked over at you and Wanda looked slightly saddened at your words.

“Okay, I’ll walk you to your room.” Sam offered.

“You don’t have to, I can go by myself.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I know that, but how about we walk together since mine isn’t too far from yours? I don’t know about you but I tend to need some company when walking these halls sometimes. They can get a little creepy late at night.” He feigned a shiver.

You knew what he was doing but decided to entertain him anyway. You couldn’t say no to him when all he was trying to do was be a good friend. He could most likely tell you were still feeling off and didn’t want you to leave alone.

You both got up to leave, but before you could get out the door, Wanda softly called your name again. You glanced back at her hesitantly.

She gave a small smile. “I didn’t mean to overwhelm you, I just want you to understand the reason you feel the way you do. That way you can decide what’s best for you.”

You swallowed before looking at the ground, nodding your head. “Yeah, I know. Thanks, Wanda.”

Sam bade her goodnight as well before you both were walking through the halls in a comfortable silence. Once you reached your room, you thanked him for the company before turning to open your door.

“Hey,” he said, causing you to turn around to look at him. He scratched the back of his neck before speaking. “I know Wanda was being a bit intense back there, but I do think she was trying to help you, in her own strange, off-putting way.” His face scrunched.

You nodded. “I know, I really do. It’s just a lot for me to hear. I feel like I’m going to let everyone down and just end up making a big mess out of things.”

Sam shook his head. “That’s not gonna happen. You know what you’re doing, just trust yourself and you’ll do great. We’re all here to help you whenever you need it because we care. Handling Loki is a huge responsibility, but something tells me that he’s not gonna make it that difficult for you. The rest of us I’m not so sure.” He smirked before his face turned serious. “I-uh, know about the nightmares Wanda was talking about. Most of us do.”

Your face flushed with embarrassment. Of course, they knew.

“One time I heard you screaming in the middle of the night. I got up and came out to check on you but someone had already beat me to it. I watched him stand at your door for a long while, looking as if he wanted to walk in but he didn’t, which is good because I would’ve yanked him out by his neck.”

Your brows furrowed. “Wait, who?”

Sam paused for a moment as if he were trying to decide if he should reveal who it was.

“Loki.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“He’s been checking on you almost every night since he’s been here. Hovering by your door whenever your nightmares start. Watching out for you in the shadows during the day, making sure you don’t catch sight of him since he probably doesn’t want to startle you. I see him all the time but I don’t think he cares much. He’s too preoccupied with keeping an eye on you.”

Sam shook his head. “He’s like some kind of dark guardian angel. It would creep me out more if I didn’t think he was doing it out of true concern.”

You had no words. Loki was around more than you thought he was. You didn’t understand why he didn’t want you to know, but you guessed that he was trying to give you some space since you were acting strange the last time you spoke to him one on one.

You felt really guilty about that, especially how jumpy you were being. Wanda was right about your feelings of fear and now here was Sam telling you that Loki was still watching out for you regardless of how strange you acting around him.

“I-I didn’t know he was doing that.” You stammered.

“Yeah, I figured you didn’t. Just wanted to give you a different perspective. Hopefully, it’ll help a little.”

You nodded, giving him an appreciative smile. “I think it will. Thanks, Sam.” You said with genuineness.

He made a funny face, waving his hand. “It was nothing. Oh-also, this is for you,” he pulled out a medium-sized notepad out of his pocket, handing it over to you.

You took it with a bit of confusion, staring down at it. It looked slightly familiar. “This isn’t mine.”

“Yeah, I thought it might not be. I found it in Loki’s old cell when we were cleaning it up. He’d probably lie and say it wasn’t his if I tried to return it to him, so I thought it would be better if you did.”

“Oh, okay. I will the next time I see him.”

“Cool, goodnight.”

“‘Night, Sam.”

You entered your room and went about your nightly routine to get ready for bed, aka preparing for a long and most likely restless night. Once you were out of the shower, you stood at the bathroom vanity, staring into the opened cabinet.

A small orange and white bottle sat there. You sighed before grabbing it, opening it up, and swallowing the two pills that Dr. Cho instructed you to take every night. Were they working? You had no clue, but you also didn’t want to find out what would happen if you stopped taking them.

After swallowing down the way too large pills, you walked into your bedroom, catching sight of the notepad Sam had given you. You walked over to it, picking it up to observe it. It felt wrong to want to see what was inside, knowing that curiosity killed the cat and all, but you were not one to let that stop you.

You hoped that there was nothing inside that made you feel like you were intruding on Loki’s personal thoughts, but when you opened it you were relieved to see that all the writing was written in a language you couldn’t understand. It could’ve been in Asgardian, Jottunn, or even something else equally as foreign to you. You understood that Asgardian’s possessed Allspeak but this writing did not have that same effect on you.

You looked over the beautifully written script, flipping through pages before something caught your eye midway through. One word written in English out of all languages. Dove.

You tilted your head, turning more pages before pausing on something that almost made you gasp. There was a sketch, a drawing of some sort and the subject looked familiar. You continued to turn the pages, the sketches getting more prominent each time around before you finally accepted what they were. All of them were of you.

You in mid-conversation, you while laughing, you holding what you guess was a chocolate chip cookie, and even you while sleeping. The drawings went on and on and your heart swelled up in your chest. The way he drew you was so detailed and careful. He even got the little dove necklace that hung around your neck. It was like you were looking at yourself through his perspective, which you guessed you were.

All that time you thought he was just writing when he was scribbling away, but he was also sketching you. Was it out of complete boredom? Or was it something he wanted to do? There were no other subjects besides you that he had captured. It was sort of mesmerizing. Eye-opening.

You spent another hour scanning through the notepad before deciding it was time to head to bed. Before you knew it you were buried under the soft duvet in your bed, feeling more tired than you were before. You hoped that meant you’d sleep through the night for once.

That thought was shown to be futile when you were ripped from your slumber by the sound of your own voice yelling. You shot up in a panic, trying to catch your breath while covering your face.

You were so tired of this. You wanted to sleep through the night peacefully, but no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t. You felt tears of frustration and sadness quickly build before spilling down your cheeks. You don’t know how long you sat in bed weeping, but when you heard a low tone calling your name, you flinched, whimpering at the sound.

You stared into the darkness wide-eyed, breath hitching when you caught sight of a figure standing in the middle of your room.

Your sleep-deprived brain malfunctioned, thinking that you might have been still trapped in one of your nightmares. It was a lot different than your usual ones but conjuring up your very own sleep paralysis demon was surely possible.

The figure stepped towards you and you cowered. “Please, no,” you moaned dreadfully. “Leave me alone.”

“Dove.”

You opened your eyes, slowly turning your head back towards the figure as it moved closer, the dim light coming from the window outlining the person more clearly.

“Loki?” You whispered shakily.

He held a worried look on his face, sparkling green eyes focused only on you. “I’m sorry, I understand that I am intruding in your space but I needed to see you… to confirm that you were unharmed.”

You swallowed, using your arms to sit up further. “Are you… are you really here?

“Yes.”

“Like, physically? Not a projection?”

He wandered closer until he was barely a foot away from the bed. You could feel his body heat radiating from him, causing you to hold your breath.

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

You shook your head slowly before climbing out of your bed. You looked up at him as he stared down at you, observing you with a soft look on his face.

“How did you get in?” You were certain you locked your door.

He was quiet for a moment before speaking. “Do you truly think a measly Midgardian lock would be a formidable opponent for me?”

To your surprise, you let out a laugh. “You’re lucky that Sam didn’t catch you. He’d have your head.”

“Neither a lock nor Wilson would prevent me from seeing you. I tried to stay away, I truly did, but I could not ignore the sound of your distress. I needed to ensure your safety, to know that you were well. Are you?”

You smiled sheepishly before it turned watery. You shook your head, attempting to blink away the tears. “No, I’m not. I’m not.”

Strong, warm, comforting arms immediately wrapped around you, engulfing you in a tight embrace. You hugged him back just as tightly, sobbing into his chest.

“I-I’m so sorry.” You cried, not even knowing what you were apologizing for.

He shushed you, holding you firmly as you made a mess of his shirt. You both stayed like that for a while and eventually, you calmed down. You closed your eyes, basking in the feeling of being with Loki again. You felt safe. You felt secure. Being in his arms felt like home. You missed him. You missed Loki.

It was an odd feeling, and for the first time, you ignored the scary feelings that would normally pop into your mind and make you pull away and hide away from him. You swallowed down your fears and worries and just let him hold you.

Neither of you said anything else that night, both of you laying embraced together on your bed as you fell into a peaceful slumber, not waking up anytime throughout the rest of the night.

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girls just wanna have fun 4

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, blackmail, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your struggle to push back against your controlling father result in a misguided crush. (Silverfox AU)

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson

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Bucky emerges with a tray and you try not to break your cool demeanour. You don’t want to try too hard. You hear him before you see him, grumbling at Sam who as always, won’t shut up.

Shelby’s bottle is already empty as she squeezes it between her hands. She sits upright on a chair, teetering on the edge as if she might flee. You wish she’d chill out. As Bucky puts down the tray, you sit up, letting the towel catch on the chair and pull down from your chest.

“Mm, looks yummy,” you say, trying to look at the chocolate marshmallows and not Bucky.

You ignore Sam’s scoff as Bucky faces you. You grab the towel and stand, “oops.”

You open it before you readjust it, showing off your red bathing suit and how little it covers. You notice Bucky look but his reaction is less than you want. He looks away whereas Sam lets his tongue poke out like some stupid horny frat boy.

You roll your eyes and knot the towel firmly. You grab your bottle and drain it, catching up to Shelby as she lingers at the edge of the scene.

“Another?” Sam offers.

“Sam,” Bucky hisses.

“What? Those things aren’t that strong. They're all sugar,” Sam is already reaching into the cooler, another grunt from his stoic friend. “Come on, ladies, help yourself to something sweet.”

You hesitate and Shelby gulps loudly.

“The smores,” Sam chuckles and offers both you and your friend a new drink.

You take yours but give Shelby a long look as she accepts hers. She’s only supposed to be moral support, you can’t send her home blitzed. Oh well, your dad won’t care if she stays over.

“More for me,” Bucky shrugs and turns his attention to the tray.

Shelby peers over at you. She’s always waited for you to take the lead and you always did so reluctantly. Not anymore. You’re a woman and you’re making this world what you want. She could take a lesson or two. You take a drink then set your bottle down.

You come up next to Bucky as he skewers a marshmallow and you do the same. He’s orderly in how he has his little sandwich. The graham crackers are placed neatly side by side and chocolate on top of one, waiting.

“Did you fix your hose?” You ask, mustering some small talk that makes you want to cringe.

He doesn’t answer right away. You poke a skewer through a marshmallow and he shrugs, “need a new one.”

You repress a sigh as he goes to the fire. You hear Sam laughing. You look back but you can’t tell if it’s aimed at you or Shelby as he stands across from her. Oh well.

You follow Bucky and put your marshmallow over the fire with him.

“Like I said, you can borrow ours,” you smile.

“Mm, should I ask your dad?” He challenges as he looks at you from the corner of his eye.

“I’m an adult, it’s my house too,” you insist.

“And he’s okay with you being here?”

“Wow, you know, you’re sounding a lot like him. You two might get along if you tried.”

“Hm,” he hums and retracts his skewer, “you weren’t always this mouthy.”

He leaves you by the fire, stunned. You look over your shoulder and pull back the stick, your marshmallow a flame. You blow it out and hurry over to the table. You scramble to make your own sandwich as your host perfectly slides his marshmallow onto the chocolate. Your own is a skew and you burn yourself trying to get the marshmallow off the skewer.

“Shoulda done that first,” he shakes his head.

You give him a look. He is quickly breaking the fantasy. You don’t need another father, you need to fuck. Or at least, think about fucking. Ugh, this is a disaster.

“Thanks, I’ll do better next time,” you smile again. His cheek ticks.

He takes his sandwich and backs off. You look at yours. You don’t want it. You grab a napkin and put it under the melting stack and carry if over to Shelby. Sam is getting closer, looming over her.

“Hey, Shel, I made you one,” you offer her the sticky mess.

“Mm, definitely not the culinary type, are you?” Sam scoffs, “won’t make a housewife of you.”

“It’s a smore,” you say defensively as you hand over the sandwich.

“The top is cracked.”

“Yeah, and? It’ll just break when she bites into it,” you put your hands on your hips as you face him, “like, mind your own business or whatever.”

He chuckles, “God, you girls are fun.” Shelby slumps further down as Sam’s gross leer dips down in her direction, “not too late for a swim, you girls could come for a dip.”

Shelby doesn’t say anything and you push your shoulders straight. You can tell she’s uncomfortable and you can only assume what he’s been saying to her. You expected as much but in the moment, you’re not so alright with it all.

“She doesn’t have a suit and the water’s cold,” you deflect, “but thanks. You’re welcome to go dive in by yourself.”

“Oh, I can do whatever I want,” he rebuffs, “but I know what you’re looking for, huh? You just wanna see me take my shirt off. All you have to do is ask, baby.”

He peels off his tee shirts and your grimace. You look at Shelby as she holds the uneaten smore and her half-empty bottle. Oof, slow down, girl.

You look back at Sam as he puffs his chest out. Ugh, this isn’t supposed to be about him. You look over as Bucky sits on the foot of a lounger and nibbles on his smore, staring into the fire. The flicker casts his features just perfectly. Goddamnit!

“No one wants to see it--”

“I know exactly what you want, baby,” he growls and steps closer. You can't deny that his chest is nice, even for his age. He still has a good amount of muscle, though a touch of softness in his stomach. “Don’t worry, I can handle two at a time. She’s kinda sexy, you know? That t-shirt with the turtles is getting me going--”

You shove him, slapping his chest. That is not alright. Not just him, but you. You shouldn’t have brought her here. You might know what you’re getting into but she didn’t. You’re a lousy friend.

“Come on, Shelby, let’s go home before my dad gets back.”

“Oh, yes, run home, but daddy’s right here,” Sam taunts.

You roll your eyes and wave at Shelby, “come on.”

“Can I keep the smore?” She asks. She’s tipsy.

“Sure,” you grab her elbow and take the bottle away from her. You give it to Sam and send him one last scowl. You turn and lift a hand, “bye, Mr. Barnes, see you around.”

“Baby, you know I can get you what you really want. Just think about what I said,” Sam intones as he steps closer.

You elbow him away and drag Shelby up the lawn muttering. Fuck. That was so stupid. What a fucking dud. You let yourself through the gate and circle around to your house.

When you get Shelby through the front door, she has marshmallow and chocolate stuck around her lips. She chews a mouthful as she falls onto the bench by the shoe mat.

“I’m sorry,” you lean against the wall across from her. She just munches. “I shouldn’t have taken you over there.”

She looks at you and nods. She’s sleepy. She’s not going to forget any of this and even if she did, you won’t.

“You don’t get it, Shel,” you push away from the wall and sit next to her. “I don’t know but I just... need to break out. I need something,” you put your elbows on your legs, “it’s not fair to bring you into it but I swear, Shel, by the end of the summer, I am going to fuck Mr. Barnes.”

“What?” She croaks and chokes down her last bite. “You--”

“It’s all I think about. I don’t know, I’m so fucking horny all the time. It’s like one day I just woke up and had this need--”

“Oh?” Her eyes widen again.

“Don’t look at me like that. Tell me you never got any sort of... urges.”

“Well, yeah, I guess, but I just... deal with them. Play some switch and forget,” she shrugs, trying to wipe the stickiness from her mouth drunkenly. She seems so childish in tweaks doubt in your chest. Are you out of your depth?

“I mean it, you know? I’m sorry,” you sit up and lean your head back. “I’m a shitty fucking friend.”

“Mm,” she hums, “tonight you were, but not always.”

You smile softly, “how about you kick my ass at some MarioKart?”

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↳ EVENT 16. Alex SDV (Dry Humping)

Pairing: Alex / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,388 Warnings: dry humping, established relationship, ab riding, public Prompt(s): 09 — dry humping Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: alex my beloved </3 i feel like he's not written enough, including by me. he's just so precious though ughh i wanna dote on him forever n ever, so ty for giving me this opportunity !! i hope you enjoy <3

One of the best benefits that comes from living on the farm with you is the extra room he gets all to himself, separated from the rest of the place, secluded behind the admittedly large house in privacy. Sure, he had his own room back at his grandparents house too; but it was nothing like this! His favourite part is the little retreat you had made solely for him, an outdoor gym fashioned specifically for his own needs. It's great, even. Fucking fantastic to be able to walk outside early in the summer morning, the sun already beating down on him harsh enough to cause his shirt to suddenly go missing, sweaty back sticking to the bench under him as he lifts heavy weights above his head. This, is love.

It's perfect, in all honesty. And he couldn't ask for more, not when you've provided him such adequate space to get in all of his workouts, morning, noon, and night.

Except, as his workout continues and you still yet remain on his lap, squirming around in the heat, he has the audacity to ask for something else.

"Can you, uh... Can you get off, please?"

It's not that he's uncomfortable with you sitting there, the additional weight from your body on top of him provides an interesting challenge to his usually straight forward and routine work outs. It's just... Well, fuck, he's getting hard under you, isn't he? Sweat trickling down his toned body, muscles tight and engaged as he does his best to focus on not fucking dying by dropping the weights on his chest, and yet all he can seem to concentrate on is how his dick twitches so nicely against your clothed cunt, tenting in his pants if not for your ass sitting squarely on top, inadvertently grinding on him with his lifting movements. All he can think about is; already? You've just woke up, haven't you? And you need him already? So fucking hot to him, God.

And is request isn't so much of a complaint as it is just trying to stay safe, y'know? Wouldn't wanna accidentally hurt you if he were to drop anything. Confident that he wouldn't, but he cares too much about your safety to put you in harms way like this, despite the fact that it's your fault he's so hard right now. The summer sun surely basking you in all its warmth too, uncomfortably so, right? That's why you're wearing barely anything at all, his brows knitting together when you pout down at him so cutely that his tummy fills with butterflies. You know exactly what kinda buttons to push, don't you?

"Don't wanna." You reply simply, sharply. Stating, more like. Akin to telling him: no chance. Which is fine, really, he loves spending time with you just as much as you seem to enjoy making his life more difficult, his heart skipping a beat at the way you knowingly shuffle around on his lap, an exasperated sound escaping him in response. A moan? Probably. Though he'd be hard pressed to admit it when he's supposed to be working out. Which you can clearly see, obviously. And besides, he can't rightly fuck you in public like this, right? What if someone was to randomly show up while he's balls deep in your tight, wet, warm, little cunt. Milking himself inside of you, forcing your cute body into a tight mating press on his bench—

Fuck, he's not helping himself. Forcing his arms to push up again, letting them fall back down slow and controlled, determined to move forward with his workout in spite of your ass wiggling on his obviously rock hard cock. Cool pre tacky on his skin as your ass coaxes fat beads out, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull when you giggle sweetly down at him.

So you do know what you're doing to him. "Makin' it difficult for me, babe." He warns you, but his tone is light-hearted and full of love, ending with half laughter before he's lifting the weights again, huffing and puffing with the amount of strain and sheer focus it requires not to fuck up into your covered cunt with every bench press. But he resists, if only to make your life a little more difficult too. This, too, is love.

"I know." You beam down at him, and he's hit with a sudden realisation. He doesn't think he's ever loved anyone, or anything, as much as he does you. Especially right now, cursing you mentally over how well you know his weak spots, in love with the way your ass rides his cock so well, exactly how he likes. Despite it all, he feels lucky to have you, yknow. "Do you really want me to get off, or...?" You ask, gently digging your nails into his exposed chest, a pleasant pain that really helps convince him otherwise.

"God, no—" He ends up sighing, perish the thought. Bliss filling his lungs when you drag your nails down, leaving a pretty red streak over his abdomen, ending at his waist which you hold on to for stability. It's cute, actually, how heavily you rely on him for everything. For comfort, for stability, for getting off so early in the morning when you know damn well you have free reign to toys and pillows galore in the chilled farm house. And yet still, you decide to torture him with your pretty ass sat right atop his fat, throbbing cock. He can't say he blames you. If he had to choose between his hand or your cunt— it's not even a question. Your tight little hole wins every single time; but that's the thing—

You're not even properly riding him right now. Content enough to simply feel his outline pressed against your slit, biting down on your bottom lip so seductively that he can't help but gasp in response from how downright brazen you're being.

"Your training is paying off..." You eye him up and down suspiciously, but he knows what the underlying meaning of that look is actually trying to convey. He's given you the same one time and time again; you're fucking him with your eyes right now, aren't you? Pride swelling in his chest as you continue, blood rushing to his cock to throb against your cunt when you hum contentedly, as if just looking at his sweat soaked body gives you satisfaction. His tone is cocky when he offers you a lopsided grin.

"Yeah? Like what y'see?" He questions rhetorically, doing another rep just to show off his bulging muscles to your feasting eyes, smiling up at you when you nod your head so innocently despite straddling his covered cock. "I'd love t'show ya more later, babe. I'm almost done. Promise." He pants, placing the heavy bar back in it's home for a moments breather, though his hands still remain on the bar itself. Knuckles white from how tightly he holds it, an attempt to remain calm and collected in the face of your unbridled want for him.

But it's so hot seeing you like this, watching as you carefully crawl forward so that you're more sitting on his tensed tummy; which isn't a problem for him. He takes great pride in being strong enough for you, working tirelessly day in and day out to show you how fit and dependable he is for you. So as you take the opportunity to exploit his brief break by way of rocking your hips against his tummy slowly—really, barely noticeable! If not for how hard he stares at you with pure adoration—he feels a boost of confidence, his hands on the bar slipping a little not just from sweat, but from subtle need. Chest tight as you plant both hands there to keep yourself steady while you ride his abs, the sight of your bitten bruised smirk causing his cock to twitch some more, only he has the freedom of movement now that you're off his lap.

It takes him a moment to catch his breath, too in love with the sight of you literally humping his abs to know what to say, mind a little numb as he dumbly asks; "Havin' fun?" because of course he knows you are, he can see the wide smile you adorn, can feel the way your thighs squeeze around his ribs, your feet kicking up to reach his hips. But he just feels so frozen despite the heat, doesn't wanna disturb you too much in fear of missing out on the show of a lifetime. Pretty baby just needs to get off, don't you? Wanna hump his abs till you feel better, s'at it? A deep sigh crawling up his throat as he forces his muscles to remain engaged, a hard surface for you to feel every ridge and bump— shit, you're probably leaking all over his tummy by now, right? Those little shorts you've got on are more than likely soaked through from how long you've been sitting on him, turning his tummy all sticky with your slick. God, that turns him on so much, to just watch you have your fun while he's forced to endure the sweet sexual tension below you.

"Atta girl," He encourages you with a brief wolf whistle, gasping into the feeling of your nails once again digging into him, only he's not so stupid yet as to not pick up on the different meaning behind them this time round. Feels good, doesn't it? To have him submit under you like this, let you bully him and push him around a little, interrupting his precious workout time just so you can selfishly use him to get off. It's fine, he thinks. Because he's having fun too, allowing you to take control of the situation by hooking your feet under him, giving you more precision to rub your clit up and down his washboard abs. "C'mon, you can go a little faster, can't you? Wanna see you really enjoyin' yourself." He coos, dropping one hand from its iron hold on the bar to softly prompt you into a quicker pace. Home on your waist, manhandling you up and down his abdomen enough to help settle you into a new tempo, something more similar to when he fucks you. That should do it, right? The wide, pretty smile you wear sure make it seem like it will, the beads of sweat trickling down your face making his throat feel dry as he's made to sit and watch.

But there's pleasure in that too, right? Below, he holds all the power. God knows he could easily lift you up off of his tummy, flip you over so that you're the one laying on the bench, and fuck you so hard that they'd hear you sob his name all the way from the town centre. And he knows that you know that too, which is why it's so fucking infuriatingly sexy to him that you're testing him right now. C'mon, wanna fuck me so bad, right? he can practically hear you taunt. And he does! Fuck, he does. Lust pooling under your clothed cunt, cock aching from how hard he's begging to be buried balls deep in your pretty pussy. Wants to stretch your hole so bad, force you into fitting him in just as you're forcing him to remain still right now. They're about as painful as each other, aren't they? A shaky moan slipping past his otherwise sealed lips when you gasp his name through a pout, begging with your eyes for a little more help.

And all he does is tut in return. A simple sound, lasting no more than a second. But the look you wear upon hearing it has his shorts bulging more, a cool breeze travelling through them from how fat his cock gets. If anyone were to show up right now, they'd surely be greeted to the sight of his taut balls and pulsing cock peeking out from behind barely there clothing. And it's all your fault.

"Thought you wanted this, baby? It's okay, you can do it. I believe in you" He faux pouts up at you, mocking your frustrated attitude when all you do is huff in response, bucking your hips faster still against him, really grinding your clit down and up his abs, and all he can think about is how he wishes it was his cock instead. How he'd treat you so well if only you hadn't been so impatient, and if only you hadn't tried to exude some non-existent power over him. You wanted to fuck with him so bad? Congrats, you made your bed, now lie in it.

Still, he loves you. Loves you so much that despite his want to watch you suffer, he can't help but yearn to comfort you. So, his other hand leaves the bar to hold your waist too, eagerly helping you into humping him silly with large, rough hands. Setting the tempo himself, practically fucking you without fucking you as he helps you ride up and down, his hips matching your glides a little in an effort to pretend he's actually fucking you too. So down bad for you, can't you see? That even the act of mimicking being inside of your perfect little cunt is enough for his breathing to grow laboured, his grip of your hips tightening as he feels you shake from under his unfair hold. Perks of being your husband, he muses to himself. He knows how to get to you too.

It's not long before your staining his skin with cum, gushing all over his tummy with gasps of air, a pretty smile on your lips from how he helps you ride it out. Nice and slow, grinding your slit against him until you pat for him to stop, hearts in his eyes as he watches you collect your breath enough to calm down from the early morning orgasm.

And yet still, he's hard. Uncomfortably so, if he's honest. Bouncing behind your back in an instinctive need to be tended to, his head thrown back when you shuffle down far enough to rest your ass against it once again.

"Your turn?" You ask sweetly, as if it was ever a question.

"Please, babe."

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