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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 2 months

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And then there were three.

Eddie munson x pregnant!reader

Summary: you and Eddie find out you're pregnant.

Warnings: fluff, talks of pregnancy, pulling out, condoms etc. Talks of sex. Kissing.

WC: 2.5k

A/n not proofread. I'm posting because it's been rotting away in my drafts. Sorry if this isn't good. I don't even remember what it's about.

18+ minors dni

"This can't be real..." You whispered to yourself as you stared blankly at the piece of plastic in your hands. Staring at two little pink lines.

Two little tiny pink lines telling you you're pregnant. How? You and Eddie have always been careful. You used protection every single time you had sex.

You've had scares in the past where your periods were weeks late. But when you ended up being over a month late this time around. You decided it was time to take a test. You had a gut feeling you might have been pregnant.

You were exhausted more so than usual. Extremely sensitive and had nausea every morning and evening. Were you surprised? No. Shocked? Yes. There was a little part of you hoping you were wrong. A baby right now just wasn't in yours and Eddie's plan.

You've only been dating for almost two years now. While having a family with him is something you do want. Getting a head start right now just wasn't ideal. You only just moved in together this past summer.

Now that you hold this little test strip in your shaking hands, you know you'll have to break the news to your boyfriend eventually. He's out in the living room watching The Golden Girls. A show you never would have guessed was his favorite. You heard his laughter echoing around the trailer during the cheesecake episode.

Was he going to be mad? Would he scream and yell at you? Blame this all on you? You thought to yourself. You felt like you were going to throw up out of nervousness.

No. Eddie wouldn't be upset with you over something like this. He isn't that type of person. No matter how others viewed him to be. He isn't like that. You can't even remember a time he raised his voice to you. You soothed yourself down, taking deep breaths.

Opening up the bathroom door, you make your way over to him.

"Hey baby, come watch." He pats the cushion next to him.

You swallow hard. "Uh, can we turn this off for a sec?"

Eddie looks up, noticing there was something very wrong with you.

"Uh, sure." He grabbed the remote, switching the tv off.

"Well, there isn't any better way to tell you this, so I'm just gonna say......I'm pregnant." You blurted out.

Eddie laughed at first. "Pregnant. Okay." He takes a sip of his beer. His laughter quickly died when you saw the serious and very scared look on your face.

"You took a test?" He gulped.

"Yeah, just a few minutes ago." You swallow another lump in your throat.

You immediately start to panic again, "We're always careful. I don't know how this happened."

Eddie stands to quickly be by your side. He hasn't really had time to process what you just told him. His immediate focus right now is calming you down.

We're careful...WE'RE ALWAYS CAREFUL!" You shouted. Your face is growing hot, and you feel like you could pass out any moment.

"You always wear a condom you fuckin' keep them in your wallet for christ sake"

"I know, baby, but I mean those things don't always work," Eddie reassured you softly, rubbing your back.

"We're always careful." You repeated again.

"Well, let's think back to when we weren't careful." He's trying to help put the pieces together. There had to have been a time when you both were so caught up in each that he didn't put on a condom or something.

"When was there a time I didn't at least wear one?"

"I dunno." You tap your fingers against your forehead. While Eddie guides you to sit down on the couch. "There had to have been a night - where - we..." You trailed off.

"My parents," you gasped loudly, snapping your fingers together.

His brows shoot up, and his eyes widen. He suddenly remembers that night very, very well. But he pulled out. He knows he did.

"When we stayed the night because of the storm" You continued on. The memory of that night flooding back to you. That was it. Eddie had promised to pull out right before he finished - yet obviously didn't do it in enough time.

There was something in the air that day. You couldn't pinpoint what it was. You had told Eddie to behave, but at dinner, you were the one misbehaving. Teasing him a little. Trying to get a rise out of him. You didn't think he was still going to be worked up even after it was time for bed. You were wrong. Very wrong.

"Huh," Eddie sounded utterly perplexed. He moves to sit down next to you. trying to bring you any amount of comfort he can offer.

"Huh what?" You repeated back to him. Why wasn't he as freaked out like you?

"Jus' the fact that I got you pregnant on a pull out couch is fucking ironic" He was in disbelief. Absolute disbelief. He knew pulling out wasn't his strong suit, but he never thought from just that one time would get you pregnant.

Was Eddie upset you were pregnant? No. Not at all. Having kids with you was something he always saw in your future together. How could he be so stupid, though? He thought. The one time he doesn't use a condom and you get knocked up.

"Are you--are you joking right now?" Your mouth hangs open. "Don't joke, please don't joke."

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Everything will be okay. " He pulls you to him. Your head lays flat against his chest. He was trying to be supportive, but on the inside he's freaking out. When he freaks out, he makes dumb jokes to lighten the mood. Something he knows he shouldn't have done, but it's too late now.

"Sooooo at yours parents place it was then." He draws out leaning forward to rest a hand under his chin.

"I guess." You murmured.

Eddie smiles fondly to himself. He most definitely remembered that day. That night, most importantly.

"....well," He perks up, jumping up to stand. He was trying to be as optimistic as possible. Truthfully, on the inside, he was freaking out. If you weren't sitting there in front of him right now, he would probably be pissing himself. Eddie knows you would be an amazing mother to his children. He most definitely knows he would be a great father, too. A complete contrast to how his father was.

"Time to make some calls." He was already heading for the phone when you panicked, running over to stop him. "We can't not yet--i need to see a doctor first."

"To make sure I am...I mean I know I am, but I need confirmation,"you further explained. Eddie just stood there listening to you and agreed as he silently nodded his head.

"Okay, well, after we see the doctor, who are we telling first? Your parents or my parent?" He was so eager to tell everyone. He was terrified, but the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. A tiny little version of you and him mashed together, running around.

"We'll tell Wayne first." You said matter of factly. You loved your parents, but you were closer to his uncle. He was like a second father to you, and you couldn't imagine anyone else knowing before him.

Eddie smiles and leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

"You scared?" He whispered leaning his forehead against yours.

...a-a little, but we'll be fine." You whispered back. The longer it sinks in that you're pregnant, the panic seems to fade. Eddie wasn't angry with you. He was scared you could tell but that's to be expected.

"Don't be scared, baby. We're doing this together." He reassured before kissing your lips softly again. "M'gonna take care of you both."

It's been three weeks since you took your pregnancy test and had your doctor's visit. They confirmed you were, in fact, expecting. Two months, to be exact. You were greatfull you got pregnant in the winter. Oversized sweaters and hoodies were your best friends. Now, it was time to break the news to everyone.

Eddie and you had already agreed. Wayne was going to be the first to know. You had everything planned out. You had told Eddie to call his uncle and ask if he wanted to go out for dinner. Knowing Wayne, he wasn't going to pass up on an opportunity to spend time with either of you.

You wanted to surprise him with a gift. You know Wayne has a green thumb. He loves to garden. He brags about how he has the best tomatoes in Indiana. So you took Eddie shopping for the perfect gift to give to him as a cute way to tell him you and his nephew are having a baby. You hope he'll catch on and figure out he's going to be a grandpa when he opens his present. It's a little onesie with "Home grown" embroidered on the front with little veggies.

"I like this one." You pointed at the cute little outfit on the hanger.

Eddie chuckled,reading the front. "Wayne's gonna love it. Hell won't be surprised if he tried wearing it." He joked, picking up the tiny shirt off the rack.

You giggled, "I can't wait to tell him."

"Me too, I can't keep my mouth shut for much longer." He mumbled, smirking at some of the funny sayings scribbled on the baby clothes.

The longer you came to terms with the fact that you're pregnant, your stress eased up. Sure, you were still scared, but you had Eddie and your friends. Plus your family. You reassured yourself almost daily that you'd be fine and to enjoy your pregnancy. Every single article of clothing you saw you bought. Didn't matter the color or size. If it was cute, you picked it up.

Eddie was a nervous wreck in the beginning but concealed it well. Mostly because he knew he needed to be there for you. he was also excited, too. He couldn't wait to share his hobbies with his little one. Read them bedtime stories. Sing to them at night before bed. Teach them to play an instrument or two. He looked forward to showing up to the PTA meetings in his battle vest with his sweet "mini me" on his hip.

Eddie knew he was going to be a good dad. He promised you and the baby still in your tummy every night he'd protect the both of you. He couldn't keep his hands off your belly. You weren't far along in your pregnancy, but Eddie was constantly hoping he could feel a little kick.

"We should do the dinner today." Eddie mentioned holding a handful of baby clothes.

"He might wanna to do it tomorrow since he's off."

"I'll call'em when we get home and ask. he can't say no to me." You agreed. It's true Wayne can't say no to you. Which you will take advantage of.

Later on that day after you and Eddie arrived home. You put Wayne's surprise in a little gift bag with a note attached to it.

Picking up the phone, you began dialing his number patiently, waiting for him to pick up. He should be home by now. You thought. "Hey Wayne, it's me, your favorite. I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with me and Eddie tonight instead of tomorrow? "

Eddie leaned closer over in the wooden chair sat by the dining room table. He scoffs when he heard you get extatic on the other end. Knowing full well, his uncle said yes.

"You will? Okay, we'll pick you up at five o'clock sharp."

"Favorite, huh?" He crossed his arms with a smirk.

"You know it." You playfully mess up his hair as you run to your bedroom to get ready.

"Yeah, well, I've known him longer... I have seniority over him!" Eddie yelled out, teasing you.

He gets up from his chair, making his way to your shared bedroom. He stands there leaning in the doorway. Admiring you getting undressed in front of him. Taking in every curve on your figure.

Eddie moves to wrap his arms around you from behind. Pulling your back tight to his chest. His nose buried in the crook of your neck. You smiled softly, melting into his arms.

"Ya know, I was reading that baby book you bought it said something about sex helping induce labor." He whispered seductively in your ear. His lips trailing light kisses down your neck.

You turned your head."...Eddie, that's not until months from now." You let out a breathy laugh.

"Yeah, but just think about how well prepared you'll be when the time comes - kid is just gonna slide right out." Eddie argued. You know half of him is joking, and the other half is completely serious.

"Get dressed, babe. we leave in thirty minutes." You peel yourself from his tight grasp.

"Offer still stands." He holds up his hands in surrender.

Fifteen minutes went by, and there was a loud knock at your front door. His uncle had driven over so you all could ride together. After much bickering from Wayne, you all packed in Eddie's van.

Wayne refused to let Eddie drive, so it was you and him upfront with your boyfriend sulking in the backseat. Mumbling to himself about how he's not that bad and how everyone else just drives slow.

You noticed Eddie's uncle looking at the small gift bag you made up for him. His eyes kept wandering over to guess who it was for and what was inside.

Once all three of you pulled up in front of the new local diner in Hawkins. You three gathered in and let the hostess walk you over to your table. You and Eddie sat next to each other in a booth, leaving wayne alone across from you. The waitress comes over taking everyone's orders. After she left, you figured it was the perfect time to give it to him.

You look up at Eddie, nudging his side to grab his attention. His uncle just got done scolding him over his breaks needing change.

"So uh, we got you a present," Eddie coughed. He doesn't think he can handle more lectures from the man who practically raised him.

But he straightened up his back, preparing for anything.

"Yep here you go hope you like it." You picked up the bad next to you and placing it front of him.

"For me?" Wayne grabbed it and started taking the tissue paper out. "It ain't ma' birthday yet."

He laughs when he pulls out the tiniest little shirt he's ever seen. "Home grown, that's cute...I don't think it's gonna fit me though darlin-."

He cuts his sentence, short eyes growing wider by the second. You and Eddie look over at each other, smiling from ear to ear.

"Is this what I think it is?." Wayne questioned with tears threatening to spill over his lashes.

"Yep we're having a baby." Eddie moved to wrap an arm over your shoulder and pulling into his side.

"We wanted to tell you first." You choked back a sob.

Wayne still gathering his thoughts. He's holding the small onesie in his hand like he's already holding your newborn baby.

"I-I'm gonna be a grandpa?" Wayne wiped at his eyes. His was starting to become overwhelmed.

Here come the tears from Eddie now. His eyes swelling up and nose turning red. He's never seen Wayne this over come with emotions before. The only time he's ever seen him like that is when his dad started his usual mess. That was always just out of anger and frustrations mostly. This was pure joy and happiness. Wayne has always wanted the best for his nephew.

"We're thinking of naming them, Ozzy." Eddie tried to joke and lighten the mood.

Wayne couldn't say anything but only shake his head at nephew. He cleared his throat, grabbing napkins from the dispenser on the table.

"We are not." You spoke up, wiping your eyes.

Your food finally came, and the waitress gave all three of you a concerned look. A table full of adults bawling their eyes out is a cause of concern. Especially in this town. It was only when she noticed the tiny onesie folded up neatly beside wayne on the table, did her worry look drop. She mumbled a soft aww and set everyone's food down.

"Congratulations to all of you." She said with a warm smile.

The rest of the night went on like normal. Except now instead of Wayne fussing at Eddie for not eating healthy. He was doing that to both of you. Telling you how you need to order seconds because you're eating for two. Informing Eddie how the trailer needs to be baby proofed immediately. The only thing left to do was tell your parents next and his friends. You can only assume which of the two is going to freak out the most.

You leaned over and whispered to Edde, "You wanna tell Dustin next ooooor-?"

He side eyed you. " We're telling your parents next - if it makes you feel better, I'll be on the phone so they can yell at me instead."

"Deal?" Eddie leaned back in the booth, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He was busy focusing on Wayne's ranting and your concerns about telling your parents.

You sighed, dreading that phone call, but knowing it needs to be done. "deal."

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luvtak · 4 months

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lullabye, lmh x reader

✧ genre/tw minho comforting you when you can't sleep <3 fluff to the highest caliber, one very sleepy sweet kiss, unedited.

✧ w/c 974

The covers felt too heavy and the arm around your waist was uncharacteristically uncomfortable. Usually sleeping with your boyfriend brought safety and sweet dreams, but deep into the night you still can’t find respite. Laying in the dark to not disrupt Minho and begging for the sweet relief of sleep to take you away.

Earlier in the night you had cuddled up on the sofa to watch a horror movie, an endeavor that the man beside you enjoyed and you not so much. You avoid scary things at all cost–no haunted houses, no camping trip scary stories, and most definitely no ghost movies at ten o’clock. It’s silly, to be grown up and still so frightened of scary stories, but you can’t seem to stop yourself from feeling that familiar blanket of dread climbing up your back.

You wished you could take back the happy smile you gave when he suggested it, but he looked so happy when he found it. You could’ve bottled the sound of his smiley voice when he asked, “What about this one, kitty!?” and you just couldn’t say no, even if you were terrified. When he was awake, it was easy to hide it from Minho, but the second his eyes closed and his breath steadied the shadows began to look more and more like made up creatures.

It’s while you’re tossing and turning and nestling further into the pillow; desperate to find the best position to fall into dreamland when his arm tightens–shocking you into stillness. It’s unlike Minho to wake up in the middle of the night, weirder still that his voice sounds fond rather than the sleepy irritation you were expecting.

“Honey? Why are you moving around so much?” leaden with sleep and worry, the man sounds more desirable than he usually does. Turning around in his hold, you see his eyes for the first time since you laid down–wide and blurry, fighting the whispers of sleep to bore right into your own. His hand slinks lower, from your waist to your hip, and begins a steady tapping in hopes to calm you.

“I don’t know, I just can’t get comfortable I guess.” you hope he’ll take you at your word, but he knows you too well– knows the glimpse in your eye comes from fear rather than discomfort. Frowning, he pulls you right into his neck, rubbing at your back until he can hear you sigh.

He whispers sweet words and quiet wishes, all while paying close attention to your rapid heart beat pressed against him; beating slower and slower as he speaks.

“You should’ve told me you were scared, I never would’ve made you watch something you didn’t like.” His voice, while not much more than a whisper, resounded so loudly through your body: ringing through your ribcage and up into your heart until you felt at ease–an ability no one but him has ever pulled off. You don’t quite know how to tell him that you were embarrassed, that it was something you didn’t like talking about.

Even more humiliating, you didn’t know how to say that watching scary movies with him could be addictive–the way his pretty eyes would get bigger and bigger as the story progressed… his hands pulling you closer to him as the score heightened. How could you vocalize how his little gasps of surprise made you feel, the same little gasps he would make when you kissed him in the spot beneath his ear.

Sure, watching him laugh at something funny or roll his eyes at something dramatic would also make you swoon, but there was something with the horror that became magic. Maybe it was the fact that he liked it, but you feel more that it’s his allowance to feel vulnerable. That he’s letting you see him scared and surprised, that instead of pulling away he pushes in.

Instead of this, you tell him, “Don’t worry, Bunny, I wanted to watch it too.”

“But you’re scared! And you can’t sleep!”

“That's just the consequence of a good time, baby.”

While he does laugh, he doesn’t seem happy. Saddened by the thought of you lying alone, anxious and dreamless, while he slept soundly.

You see the guilt, etching itself in the downward curve of his mouth and the grasp his fingers have on your back, and you will it away. He’s not at fault for you not speaking up, no matter how deeply he feels he is. When you tell him this, speaking with all the sincerity you can muster, you see he doesn’t believe you. And so you do the next best thing, winding your hands around his neck to hold at his cheeks–soft skin melting your fingertips and bringing with it dancing goosebumps along your skin. Slowly, with the same tenderness one takes with a wounded animal, your face approaches his–smiling when you see his eyelashes flutter close and settling your lips atop his. He responds with a sentimentality that is unlike him, slow and sure of himself. Your name on the tip of his tongue as he kisses deeper–mouth opening with a smile and tongue swiping needlessly at the seam of your lips.

It’s quiet and intimate in a way that only 2 am can bring–sleepy and clumsy in all the best ways.

When you break away, it feels much later than it was–the sandman finally coming to your call and settling sleep into your bones. But you’re still a little scared, and Minho can tell, so he holds you closer to his chest: your ear laying where his heart sits and listening as he begins to hum.

It’s a song you think you must know, sad and peaceful in the late evening light, and the mourning melody lulls you to sleep. The wordless melody following you into dreamland until the sun comes up.

#lee know #lee know x reader #lee know x you #skz x reader #skz scenarios #lee know scenarios #lee know fluff #skz fluff #lee minho #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagine #minho imagines #lee know imagines

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mynahx3 · 3 months

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One Moment Was All It Took

Helloo!! This is a blerp inspired by @envy-of-the-apple Yandere! Satoru Soulmate Headcanon. I wanted to write a little something inspired by it. Hope you enjoy! There will be more parts to the story, hehehehe >;3 This story will be dark!! MDNI** Warning to those that are uncomfortable with obsessive love, proceed at your own risk. Masterlist

Satoru never planned on coming to that cafe; it was a last minute option because his favorite was closed for renovations. It was the closest place on his way to Jujutsu Tech that made his morning strawberry croissant with coffee (more like a pound of sugar and milk). Now, he thought, as he walked, he couldn’t be happier with the detour.

He stood to the side with the other people in the morning rush, each one waiting for their caffeine to start the day. Hearing his order number, he goes to get his food, still texting someone on his phone. While reaching for it, he came into contact with someone who was also not paying attention. The woman jumped when she felt another hand grab hers, looking up to see a tall man with white hair and a blindfold. She apologized to the man with an awkward laugh. Not thinking anything of the contact between them, but to him, it was a moment that changed his entire being.

Looking at her with wide eyes after quickly removing his blindfold, he was taken aback. This was the only person who had evaded his Six Eyes and Limitless technique without even trying. She was just a nobody, albeit a cute one, a civilian with no cursed energy whatsoever. Time was slowing down for him. as he gazed at her in disbelief. He couldn't shake the feeling that their meeting was no mere coincidence. The realization left him both exhilarated and terrified at the same time, knowing that their fates were now intertwined in ways he couldn't yet comprehend. He'd heard stories about Jujutsu sorcerers finding their soulmates who were immune to their techniques, but he never believed them.

He was engrossed in their eyes; the steaming coffee was left untouched on the counter. She remained in place, clear as day. The rest of the world, with its blinding brightness and sheer detail, almost gave him a migraine. For once, he had to actually look at someone to see them—not just a mass of cursed energy and molecules; he truly saw them. Their face is a breath of fresh air for the man.

“Sorry bout that.” She smiled, handing him his paper bag with his pastry. Their hands touched once more as he took it from her. The mere contact sent lightning down his spine from his fingers, and goosebumps formed along his arms. She was in casual attire, and her hands were soft and warm. “I thought I heard them call my number.”

She's adorable. Gazing down at her with his usual endearing expression, he muses.

“You’re fine.” He smiled, continuing to look over her, taking all of her in. His heart thumped loudly in his chest; he was scared she could hear it.

She smiles softly and nods to him before returning to wait for her own food, believing their interaction had ended. Ignoring the way he watched her, she fidgeted with her sleeve from his intense gaze. To her relief , the barista called out her number a second later. She quickly grabbed her food and walked away, nodding him goodbye politely with a soft smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. One that sent a shiver down his spine at the sight.

Satoru watched as she left, turning on his heel to go after the woman with haste, leaving his food behind. He wanted to know more about her. No, he needed to. Blood pumped in his veins as he ran behind her, easily moving through the crowd. Not one person was able to touch him, all except for her. Grabbing her hand, he turned her to him a bit roughly. This surprised her greatly, making her gasp in shock at him.

“You're really pretty. Would I be able to get your number?” Satoru asked, looking at the woman with anticipation, still holding her hand. He liked how her hand felt in his. With an awkward smile, she tries to take her hand back, pulling slightly to be free. He gives in, letting her hand fall back to her side.

“Thank you, sir… You seem nice, but… I have a fiancé." She tells him, raising her left hand for him to see. On her ring finger was a pathetic, small stone with a silver band. Something he knew he could do better than a million times over. Still, he didn't relent, stepping closer to her.

"I can be better." He boldly stated this, stepping closer again. Her eyes widened in surprise at his audacity, unsure of how to respond to his persistence. The tension between them grew as she struggled to maintain her composure. Clearly nervous, she fiddled with her ring, pursing her lips together at the stranger.

"I appreciate the interest, but I have to respectfully decline." She told him, stepping back from him. The obvious discomfort seen in her eyes and body language made it clear that she was not interested in his advances. He visibly deflates at this, his jaw clenching at the rejection. Brows furrowing as he looked down at her.

"Don't you even want to get to know me?" His tone was teasing as he tilted his head, his blue eyes analyzing her. His hands were going into his pockets as he smiled down at her.

She shook her head, looking to the side as the busy commuters walked around them, making her more anxious as she fidgeted with her ring. A few people looked their way as they stood in the middle of the sidewalk, clearly annoyed by the obstruction.

"I'm sure you're a great guy, but I'm just not interested," she replied firmly. Looking back up at him, she gasped, not expecting him to be towering over her so quickly, having only looked away for a second. His intense gaze made her shake more, her gut telling her to run. She steps back slightly, looking up at him with wide eyes. His large hand moved to cup her cheek, the other resting on her waist, a little too low for her liking.

"Cute." He smiles, revealing a row of perfectly straight teeth, his blue eyes wide. "I like a challenge," he added, sending a chill down her spine.

Frowning, she slapped his hand from her face and pushed him away, confident he wouldn't do anything else with the people surrounding them. Her patience ran thin at his insistence, despite her clear discomfort. She squared her shoulders, meeting his gaze with defiance.

"I'm not interested," she stated firmly, hoping he would finally get the message and leave her alone.

"I don't like being told no." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I always get what I want," he whispered, causing her heart to race with fear. She took a step back, trying to maintain her composure and not show any sign of weakness in front of him.

"I suggest you respect my boundaries and leave me alone," she said, her voice small but firm. "I'm not someone you can manipulate or intimidate."

His smile faded slightly at her words, but he didn't back down.

"We'll see about that," he replied, his tone ominous. Turning on her heel, the woman left the stranger quickly, shaking her head at the weird encounter that made her feel uneasy. His eyes follow her form as she escapes into the sea of people, laughing a little at the sight. Whistling as he pulled out her ID and twirled it around his fingers, he took a look at her name and address.

"I'll see you real soon." Satoru smiled, tucking her ID into his pocket.

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chaengluva · 5 days

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Dare

Regina George x Fem!Reader. 1.1k words (sorry its short)

This story will have a part 2

Regina gets dared to date the loser, no one thinks that she could make Y/n fall in love with her, (Resulting in a bet with Shane) Regina ends up doing the unexpected

Warnings: Nothing too extreme, just light bullying and mocking, slight mentions of death

"Let's play truth of dare!" Shane's voice echoed through Regina's house, she rolled her eyes, not wanting to play the stupid child game, but all of her friends agreed so she felt like she had too.

Everyone was seated in her living room and there was a bottle of the middle, making Regina roll her eyes again.

She sat down next to Aaron and Gretchen and the game began, and she groaned when shane spun the bottle and he landed on her, she didn't want to confess anything because the look on Shane's face was disturbing her just enough.

"Dare." Regina said and Shane rolled his eyes in response, sitting back and thinking about a dare. "I got it!" He said. Everyone was excited as they waited for Shane to say his dare.

"I dare you. To make some pathetic loser to fall in love with you, and date them for 6 months." Shane said and Regina rolled her eyes in response, "Who?" Regina asks, knowing that the school is filled with pathetic losers, he thought for a few seconds.

"Y/n L/n." Shane smirked and Regina's heart dropped and her facial expression said it all, "Her? seriously! I'd rather Janis than her!" Regina exclaimed, making all of her other friends smirk.

"Oh so, you can't do it?" Aaron challenged and Regina quickly shook her head, "I never said that. I can make anyone fall in love with me." Regina smirked, taking a sip of her drink. "I bet she won't" Aaron said. "She may be a loser but she's not stupid."

Regina gasped, surprised that someone was betting against her. "Oh really? you want to bet on it?" Regina questioned, she was truly confused but she didn't sound it.

He nodded his head and they agreed on $200.

The next day Regina started with her plan to get you to fall in love with her, she of course couldn't just ask you out, she had to play it all smoothly.

You were a loser, you sat with Janis and Damien but you never really felt close with them, they knew each other a lot longer so you didn't blame them.

You walked to school, with your headphones resting around your neck as you got closer to the building. "Y/n." You heard someone say, you turned to where the voice was coming from and your eyes when wide when you saw Regina

"Oh- Hi Regina." You say nervously, mentally preparing yourself for what ever mean thing she will say. Regina smiles, looking down at you and smirking, "I want to sit with you at lunch." Regina said, and your eyes went wide, that's not what you were expecting.

"What?" You ask in disbelief, you thought it was some joke that she would mock about later but there was a look of seriousness on her face, so you agreed. She smiled, walking away and as soon as she was gone you mentally screamed to yourself.

When it was lunch time, you were sitting on your usual table, which was outside and you were worried that Regina would never come because you sit away from everyone else.

"Y/n." You heard someone loudly say, making you jump and turn back quickly, you relaxed when you saw Regina. "Sorry for scaring you." She laughs, you giggle back at her. "It's okay." You say, and she sits down next to you.

"What do you have for lunch?" Regina asks, looking over at the food in your hands. "Oh it's fried rice! Me and my dad made it together." You smile happily, but she just looks at you blankly, "You're close with your dad?" Regina asks and you nod your head quickly, smiling happily.

"Yes! He is my best friend.. well, my only friend." You say it a bittersweet tone, she just nods, eating her lunch. "Do you want to do out tonight?" Regina asks, you give her a questioned look, so she sighs, making herself more clear, "Like a date." She says, you nod quickly, making her giggle.

Then the bell rings and you quickly head off to class, as soon as you were out of her sight Regina gets up and walks to Shane. "You will be giving me that $200, we are going on a date."

Shane scoffs, "Nope, you have to date her for 6 months, remember." Regina groans, "She's so weird! She's best friends with her father." Shane smirks, walking closer to Regina, "So you give up?" Regina rolls her eyes, stepping closer to Shane. "I never said that."

With that she walks away, tossing her hair, making shane gang and the strands of hair that got in his mouth.

When school ended, you usually would walk with your back slouched, but you were to happy.

You got home, excited to tell your dad the happy news.

"Dad! I have a date!" You said happily, he cheered back, matching your energy and happiness.

"I have to get ready!" You say, running upstairs into your room.

You look inside your closet and smile when you see the perfect dress. It was blue and silver, it was your mom's dress, you loved it.

You walked downstairs, changed, make up and hair done, your dad shed a few tears when he saw you in the dress, memories of your mom flowing through his head. "Aw, please don't cry." You say, walking up to give him a hug.

"I remember when your mom wore this dress, it was on our first date too." your dad smiles, taking out his phone and pulling out some pictures of the two of them. "I miss her." Your dad frowns and you sigh, hugging him again, "I do too."

A knock on the door interrupted the special moment between you and your dad, you nervously pulled away and walked to answer the door, you gasped when you opened it, Regina looked amazing.

"Ready?" She asked, putting out her hand, you nodded it and she grabbed it, walking you to her car.

She took you to this restaurant, one in the extremely rich part of town.

"Why did you ask me out?" You say, genuinely curious. Regina had a lot of experience with lying, so a made up story rolled off her tongue naturally. "I've always liked you, but i was afraid to come out so i tried to ignore my feelings."

You nod, smiling slightly to yourself as you look down at the menu, "The pasta looks good." You say, Regina looks up and smiles, "I was just thinking that!" She says, eyes looking straight into yours.

The two of you spend hours talking, Regina felt happy she didn't have to talk about social media and boys. She could talk about things that truly interest her, and have someone that would listen to her, and you were a very good listener.

Oh no, This wasn't supposed to happen.

Regina George was falling for you.

#regina george #regina george 2024 #regina x fem!reader #regina george x you #regina george x reader #regina x reader #reneé rapp x reader #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #lesbian #gxg #reneé rapp #wlw #fluff #angst

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moonjxsung · 3 months

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but speaking of biting, who in skz do you think would bite the most? like be most into biting? or being bit? you know?

you might’ve already answered something like this, but if you haven’t, i wanted to ask… 🤭

-🎱

HMMMM….

Likes to bite you:

1. HYUNJIN. I feel like something would possess him while he’s domming you and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fully latching his teeth around your shoulder or your neck or whatever and biting down. It’s not even just about the hickeys for him, which he still loves to admire when he’s done having his way with you- he just has to get his mouth all over you and be as possessive as possible. Sounds divine too, when he’s stifling moans or grunts against your skin and if yall are fucking somewhere with thin walls, he’ll usually love to partake just to keep quiet. Luckily it’s also a huge turn on for him so it all works out !

2. Chan. Good lord he just finds it amusing to watch you gasp when he does it, and seeing your skin a little bruised knowing he fucked you is a huge turn-on for him. Sometimes he’ll almost laugh as he does it, as though he’s not entirely serious about the act- but trust his cock is getting even harder at the sight of you all helpless underneath him. Also does it as a joke sometimes, like yall will be watching tv and he just takes a generous bite out of your neck and it’s not supposed to be sexual… until he’s visibly pitching a tent in his boxers when you whimper. He’s a menace

Likes being bit:

1. Felix. Somehow this isn’t a surprise, but I think he finds it really arousing how he can put his trust in you to fully bite down on his neck and make it pleasurable, even though it’s something that can be painful or awkward. I think it’s more rousing to him that you find ways to incorporate kinky little acts like marking him or stimulating him from biting alone and just learning what makes him tick. He’s weirdly grateful for it when you do it, like verbally thanking you the first time for helping him realize that shit is HOT. And every time after that he’ll just sorta extend his neck to you and let you go to town. Also his Adam’s apple is like prime biting territory

2. Jisung. Is asking you to bite him during sex. He’s open about kink talk and about helping you navigate what he likes- and one of the first things on his list is biting. When he gets really into the sex, he’ll almost beg for it “please please could you bite me?” And he moans LOUDLY when you do take his flesh between your teeth. He also LOOOVES the dilemma of having a hickey to “hide” (realistically he’ll just parade it around on display) because he loves showing off that he has a girlfriend who isn’t scared to bite him. Just imagine him in that backwards cap he wears, white t-shirt completely littered with hickeys…. yum

#🎱 anon #ask #stray kids #skz #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #skz scenarios

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nicomundthered · 1 year

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I saw the gifts from violent night and he is🥵, I know it’s may but what you say about a story with our Santa daddy, thank youu

Santa May-be?

pairing: Nicomund(Santa) x fem! reader

summary: you are being very naughty, and Santa decides to make a surprise visit.

tags: 18+ this is mostly smut, a little fluff, but it’s really just smut.

word count: 7k | ao3

a/n: just going to be completely honest here, I don't know where this came from. Apparently I've been neglecting David because damn! I got carried away. I hope you were asking for smut because this is f*cking filthy. Like really this is only my second attempt at smut and…I am kinda scared.

Anyway thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!

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Even Santa gets horny in May as it turns out.

Which was unusual. Nicomund has been Santa Claus for over a thousand years now. Time was different for him. One day out of the year felt like weeks, while the other 364 flew by.

That was at least until he started sleeping with you.

It had become his favorite part about Christmas which in retrospect was unfortunate. It used to be solely–unselfishly, for the kids but now…now he could not wait for his present. Which just so happened to be you.

Yes, since you entered his life he struggled through the other 364 days.

It didn't help that you were being unusually active this week. He sat in his workshop and had your notifications turned up loudly on his naughty/nice list. With each naughty deed you did, Carol of the Bells played loudly in the wrong key- indicating that you were in fact, being naughty.

At first he found it amusing, but after the third time just this morning he was getting pissed.

He knew what you were doing. You weren't a bad girl, at least not in the literal sense. No, you only pinged up naughty when you pleasured yourself or had sex. And that wasn't normal for the list. It normally kept zero tabs on people's sexual encounters. He wasn't exactly sure as to why it focused on yours.

Well he might have an idea – you see he and the list were…connected. And the things that he deemed naughty became naughty. He had that power and he himself had no clue how to control it, it just happened.

And for some reason, whatever did control it, had fixated on you.

He didn't have the tendency for jealousy, but he had grown quite enamored by you. It started a few Christmases ago when he heard you soft gasps as you were masterbating in your bedroom. He wasn't being pervy or anything, but the only thing you wanted that year was a toy. And he had it wrapped and in his hand. He only wanted to help you (at least that's what he told himself).

You were shocked at first but then saw the large and attractive man, and invited him to show you how it worked. He stayed for far so long that he had to practically throw the rest of the presents down their respective chimneys as he quickly darted around the rest of the world.

The year after, he brought you a new toy. One that he had made himself, out of a cast of his own erect penis. He’ll never forget how entranced you were by it. The way you told him how big and beautiful it was. The way you wrapped your fingers around it while making eye contact with him.

And it wasn’t until the Christmas after that that he even fucked you. When you held his cock in your hand the first time you muttered in his ear, “I knew it was yours”.

And last Christmas things had escalated. After three rounds and a few hours, he had told you his name. And then for a reason he had absolutely no fucking clue why, he told you about his past while you were satiated and playing with his chest hair.

It was domestic and he didn't do domestic. He was an ancient mythical being, not a human.

In short he had no clue what you were doing to him. You were always on his mind and you were making him very jealous and painfully horny in May. A point in his year that usually flew by, came to a sudden standstill.

If this happened in July at least he could use Christmas in July as an excuse…but May??? It wasn't even halfway until Christmas.

His head snapped as he heard Carol of the Bells again and just like Pavlov's dog, his cock responded to the sound. Blood quickly engorged his member and his balls tightened as if already ready for release.

He had it bad.

He pulled his cock from his red silk pants. He was already leaking and he knew this wouldn't take long at all. This was his fourth painful erection of the day and he was red and sensitive.

He annoyingly looked over to his trash bin and saw all of the used tissues just from today, mere hours in fact. You were turning him into a damn sex puppet is what you were doing.

He didn't bother wetting his hand as he roughly gripped his aching cock. He wanted the burn, he welcomed the pain. Maybe if he jerked off enough like this it would have an adverse reaction and stop him from getting SO damn hard everytime he thought about you.

It took seven, maybe eight rough tugs, all he had to do was think about you enjoying the toy he made you. Then he cried out as his painfully throbbing member spilled his seed- shooting it out all over his hand, pants, and desk.

This time there was very little satisfaction, he sought this release out of necessity because he didn't have the self discipline to not think about you. His cock was very raw now and he grunted and shuddered as he carefully placed himself back in his underwear.

After his breathing and wandering mind calmed down, he put himself in a bad mood picturing you at someone else's house. He angrily smacked his desk and then threw his stein- still full of steaming hot coffee against the wall of his workshop.

He huffed, dramatically crossed his arms, and sat back in his chair. He thought he was above this but as it turns out he wasn't. He opened his desk drawer and rolled out his large map. He spoke your name and his magical map located you.

Miami, Florida.

That explains it, he thought. At the beach, on a vacation…with whom he wondered. Who was so good that you had to be with them four times in a day?

Turns out you were with a couple of friends, all of which he knew of. But then he came across somebody new. Well not new to him, but most certainly new to you.

And this dude made Nicomund’s skin crawl. He had been on the naughty list his whole life, and not because of something particular that Nicomund just happened to make up. No, this guy was actually by the literal definition naughty. Most alarmingly, he's been known to treat women poorly.

Oh no, this won't do.

You were an angel and deserved to be treated like one. You were way too good for this piece of shit and if Nicomund was thinking clearly, he'd have noticed just how possessive he was becoming over you.

But he wasn't. He changed his clothes with an angry scowl on his face.

Now where was his sunglasses?

You were having an ok time. Your friends were already on the beach and your boyfriend was out buying alcohol for tonight. So you were enjoying a little, much needed alone time.

And by much needed, you mean – you finally got to cum.

Your boyfriend had fucked you three times this morning. Once he came so quickly and you didn't even have time to become lubricated. The second time he got into the shower right after he finished. You had enough time to grab Nicomund’s dildo from your bag, and god did you come quickly as the fullness stretched you.

The third time, if you even count it as such, he just wanted you to blow him before he left. You got on your knees and took his average dick down your throat and had him cumming in under four minutes.

As soon as he left you got out the dildo again and came even quicker than he had. It was nowhere near as satisfying as the real thing, but it most certainly was better than any alternative.

Little did either of you know that the cast he made of himself was magical. And that everytime you used it he could feel the phantom grasp of your wet pussy and you could feel his warm velvet hardness. What he attributed to his Pavlovian response or his imaginative mind was actually just your magical cunt. And what you thought was just being properly filled was actually his perfect erection.

You'd both eventually figure this out and make proper use of it and maybe find out new abilities, but at this time you were both clueless.

You cleaned up your mess. You always flooded any surface you were on when you used the toy. And then you put on your bikini. It was red and the bottoms showed…a lot of your ass, but this was for the most part an adult beach so you didn't find yourself embarrassed or worried about children's eyes.

Just as you grabbed the sunscreen there was a loud banging at the door. On first instinct you grabbed your phone and a heavy sculpture of a seahorse to use for self defense. Which looked ridiculous but you knew how people robbed these beach houses. Then you walked over to the door.

You desperately hoped that it was just one of your friends needing to use the bathroom or your boyfriend with his handful of groceries, but you knew that it hadn't been long enough for that.

The banging happened again, this time louder and more persistent.

“Who is it?” you said as confidently as you could manage.

“Open up,” the voice was muffled through the thick door but it was still loud and to be honest scary as fuck.

“Not until you tell me who it is.”

You could almost hear a growl through the door, which sounded oddly familiar. “If you don’t open this door right now you wont get anything for Christmas this year.”

It only took your brain seconds to put the pieces together, “Nic?”

“Yes, now open up or I’ll break down the door.”

You complied quickly and swung open the door, almost dropping the heavy seahorse in your hand.

Your eyes widened when you saw him. He was wearing a short sleeve red and green Hawaiian shirt and black shorts that almost looked like swim trunks. He had on sunglasses and his hair was in a bun.

This would be funny – this should be funny. Santa Claus in Miami dressed to go to the beach should be humorous. But it soooo wasn't.

It was rare you two were ever standing when you were around one another and if you were, he was holding you up, so you sometimes forgot just how tall he was.

His arms and shoulders looked absolutely massive. You practically gulped when you remembered just how strong they are. He looked a little leaner to you. Probably because of the time of the year. You wanted him healthy but you almost frowned – you really liked his belly.

But what was most striking to you was his skin. True you had seen him naked many times but always at night, with soft lighting. Now you could see just how milky white he was in contrast to his numerous tattoos. How absolutely soft and smooth his skin appeared, which you knew was factual. And now the smattering of dark gray almost black hairs on his forearms stood out.

He made your mouth water.

But when you had snapped out of your daze you got worried. Why was he here?

“Is everything ok?” you asked with true concern displayed on your features. Your only contact with him was on the night before Christmas. What was he doing here in May?

He looked like he was snapping out of a daze of his own, “No, everything's not ok,” he ground out through his clenched teeth.

He opened the door further and stepped inside.

“Where is he?”

“Who?” you knew who he was probably talking about but your brain wasn't exactly functioning currently.

“You know damn well who I'm talking about.” He called out a few times and looked around. When he was satisfied he looked back at you.

Oh, he was jealous. The thought made you press your thighs together.

He noticed and it made him take a deep controlling breath in. He threw off his sunglasses not caring in the slightest where they landed.

“Shut the damn door and come here.”

You turned quickly and shut the door, but struggled to lock it because of what all was in your hands.

You heard him hiss. You then blushed as you realized your almost bare ass was now facing him. You then heard his heavy footsteps behind you.

“You are having such a naughty year,” he grabbed both of your ass cheeks that were hanging out of your skimpy bikini bottoms.

He smacked them a few times and watched them jiggle, he felt himself immediately harden. “On full display for the world to see. Do you have any idea how many people you'll put on the naughty list wearing this?”

He suddenly yanked them down your legs and pressed your front half hard against the door, while bringing your bottom half up and closer to him. You dropped both the seahorse and your phone. Both shattered but thankfully missed your feet, you didn't flinch, there was only one thing on your mind.

He shoved his face into your crease.

With your face to the door you didn't even notice that he had gotten on his knees, and you moaned in surprise and absolute delight as he put his face into you from behind.

He lifted his face by the smallest of margins from your center, “When I passed you I could smell him on you,” he went back to your crease momentarily and hummed, “I only smell you now.”

“Oh gah,” you felt a wave of moisture flood you. You may be naughty but he was dirty, and man was it a turn on for you.

“I was worried,” he used his nose to run through your folds, “Don’t want you to smell like anyone else.” He had no clue what he was admitting to you, you didn't either- you were far too aroused.

“Nic–”

He suddenly added his tongue to the mix. Licking you up and down, “You don't taste like him either,” he lapped at your entrance tasting your wetness, “Just taste like mine.”

You moaned sinfully, “Let’s go to the…”

He lunged his tongue into your tight wet little hole. It made you arch back and jam your ass hard into his face.

“Yes, just like that.” he groaned loudly, vibrating your core. You could barely hear him over his face being absolutely suffocated by you. You weren't worried for him though, he loved it when you sat on his face. And the amount of times he's asked you to do it…you knew that his lung capacity was very good.

Juices and his drool were flowing down your thighs and down his chin soaking the collar of his shirt. The wet lapping of his tongue and your ragged breathing were the only two sounds.

His tongue went farther and somehow farther still, until he started poking at your favorite spot. You start clawing at the door, and you almost couldn't believe it – you were about to come on his tongue.

Now you could blame it on many things, after all you were extremely sensitive and yearning from a day of unfulfilling activities, but regardless, when his tongue started poking your g-spot you started squirting all on him.

He was absolutely relentless until he got a somewhat heavy flow started and then he just opened his mouth and drank you in.

“That's a good girl, give it to me,” he said as you continued to rain down into his mouth.

Your legs started shaking and you suddenly felt like you could no longer stand. He read you perfectly and stood lifting your trembling soaked body up with his.

You put your arms around him and looked at him in such a pleasant daze. You softly gasped as you saw how blown his pupils were, more black than blue. His beard was absolutely soaked making it look a couple of shades darker, and he had a smirk on his handsome face.

You cupped his face with both hands and kissed him, tasting the salty-sweet tang from yourself along with Nicomund’s wonderfully delicious mouth. And then you pulled away from the kiss and smacked at his frim chest.

“What do you think you're doing?”

He laughed and started walking you to the bedroom.

“You can't just fuck me –”

He threw you to the center of the large bed. That only shut you up for a second.

“I have a boyfriend you can't just —”

He laid halfway across the bed just so he was face to face with your drenched swollen cunt. He roughly parted your legs. “There she is,” his voice was low as he complimented your pussy.

“Nic…OH!”

He roughly pressed his face into you again. Though this time since he is facing it, his tongue and nose kept brushing your overly sensitive clit, making it a very different experience.

He used his hands for the first time and reached up to grab your covered breasts. His large hands covered them as he not so gently massaged them. Your nipples were already painfully hard and that made him hum into your core once again.

“Take this off,” he commanded as he started to make out with your folds. The smacking sounds of his skillful lips just made you wetter.

You complied quickly, jerking the top over your head. You propped yourself on your elbows so you could look down at him.

His mouth then began to suck. He sucked each fold, and then not as an afterthought, but instead to build the anticipation he finally finally sucked your clit.

Your eyes rolled back a little and you gave a throaty exhale.

He paused and chuckled into you. He released your breasts and moved his hands underneath you to slightly tip your hips up for him. “Hold your legs out for me.”

You did as he requested and held your ankles and spread your legs as wide as you could. You felt your muscles stretch but wanted to give him as much access as you were able to.

He tilted you up a little more, and then started moving you up and down on his face as he continued to lick. The rocking motion was helping him reach the whole length of your crease quickly. The sloppy wet sounds kept getting louder as he kept moving you against his face.

You were moaning like crazy now, and just when you felt your legs start to ache from the stretch he pushed your legs together and pushed them up and back towards your head in a half-backwards roll. He held your legs together tightly.

From this position he could tell just how pink and puffy he had made your pussy, “You like this baby?” he playfully smacked your sensitive cunt a few times. The smacking sounded wet and little drops of your arousal splashed all over the bed and drenched his hand.

“Yes!” he barely gave you a chance to yelp out before he pushed his middle finger inside of you.

“Oh sweetheart you are already gripping me like you're about to cum.”

His voice shot straight through you making you grip even tighter and flutter around his large digit. He pumped in and out a few times, moving slowly, driving you insane. Of course now he'd choose to play with you.

“Give me my finger back baby,” he laughed and slowly pulled it out of you. A long strand of your arousal followed and he slurped it all into his mouth, “I’m not done eating you yet. You taste so damn good.”

He pushed your legs back farther behind your head and held your hips high up towards his face. He was now kneeling on the bed, with a huge tent in his shorts, you desperately tried to grab it. He moved his hips just out of your grasp, “Not yet. You don't get what you want yet. You've been a bad girl.”

He held your cunt so high up now he barely had to bow his head to reach it. You crossed your ankles behind your head as he started to move his mouth against you roughly. Your own body was bent far and weighed down by your lower half, it made it hard to breathe, but the constricted airflow somehow turned you on even further.

He sped his licking, with one hand keeping your legs together while the other occasionally smacked your ass. His beard was beginning to burn you in the best way possible.

“Nicomund pleeeaseee.”

It was the sound of his full name that made him give you pity. If this were up to him he would continue to lick and suck you for hours. He loved your taste and smell, and just getting it once a year was nowhere near enough.

Almost reluctantly he slowly placed two fingers inside of you, you moaned at the stretch, and then he focused on sucking your swollen clit while pumping into you, curling his fingers with each insertion.

It took absolutely no time and you exploded on his fingers. Gravity caused your cum to dribble down your stomach past your breasts. You felt the sheets beneath you soak. And this time your vision did fade out but only momentarily.

As you came down you were still pulsing, and then all of the sudden you felt the pressure again. All of the sudden it felt like too much. He was still licking, even quicker it felt like. You desperately tried to back away, the overstimulation was extreme.

“Nic, st- stop.” you kept trying to slide back but he held you firmly. You weren't going anywhere.

His licking and slurping became even more intense, and in record time your eyes rolled way back into your head and your body shook violently. You tried to push his head away, but by the way you were cumming he could tell that you didn't mean it.

When you finally started to come down from your third orgasm he dramatically slowed down his sucking and moved back to slow licks up and down your slit.

You jerk slightly every time he made it past your clit but it was bearable. He was slowly coaxing you down, almost lovingly you thought.

When you finally could open your eyes, you looked up at him and smiled. He gave you a suck on your inner thigh that would leave a mark. You knew that he did it for one specific reason, but you didn't really want to think about what this meant for your relationship…if you could even call it that. But that was to think about later…

After you’ve had his cock.

“Hey,” you said as he slowly laid your lower half down and then crawled his way up your damp body. He was still fully clothed and as he laid gently on top of you and gave you a deep kiss, you had the thought that he was soaking up your juices with his shirt for later. That's how he was, dirty.

“Hey,” he said after the breathtakingly sweet kiss.

“What are you doing here?” you moved a strand of hair that fell from his bun out of the way.

“Christmas is too far away.”

You looked at him as if to say yeaaaah?

“I- I missed you.”

You smiled and kissed him again.

“I missed you too.”

“Did you you?” he looked at you skeptically, his brows furrowing, “Seems like you've been filling your time with –”

“Shut up,” and then you chuckled.

“What?” he said, almost annoyed.

“I am making Father Christmas jealous. Who woulda thought it?” you laughed again.

“It’s not funny. He's not a good guy.”

“I’m a grown woman and I can take care of myself,” you reached down and grabbed his hard as steel cock.

He visibly shuddered as you started slowly moving up and down his clothed erection, “He’s- he is not…been on the – for all, of…his - life.”

“Shhh it's ok,” you soothed as he struggled speaking. “Let me take care of you now.”

He nodded, completely silent except for his deep breaths in and out from his nose.

This was unusual for him and you filed it back into your mind to bring up later. He was normally rough and dominant, which to be fair he has been, but suddenly he had given you all the power. Like he desperately needed this but was too proud to tell you that.

You slid down his shorts and gasped at how purple and engorged he seemed.

“I've had an- eventful day as well.”

You grabbed him softly because he almost looked like he was in pain, and you didn't want to hurt him.

“Don’t you dare. Grab it!”

You did firmly, and his head bowed and touched your forehead, “Fuck you have no- no idea how- how good that feels.” he kissed you again, you bit his bottom lip and he groaned into your mouth.

“Lay back,” you whispered.

He did and your hands left his cock and started unbuttoning his shirt. He grunted in displeasure, “Get back down there now,” he yanked the shirt off buttons flying everywhere and the material ripped in two.

You pussy pulsed at the sight. He was just so fucking strong.

You moved down him slowly wanting to tease but knowing by the look of his purple leaking member, he wasn't up for that.

And besides, now you knew that it was time to treat him. Little did he know that for the past five or so months, ok it was after you begged to suck him off last Christmas but he didn't let you, since then you've been practicing on his dildo. You could now take almost all of it down your throat and you couldn't wait to show him.

You took him in your hand and gave his leaking slit a lick. He was salty and musky just like you liked him.

His hips jerked up and you playfully said, “I believe after what you put me through –”

“Please don’t, I ne- need you now.”

You realized that for him to ask this he was desperate. And judging by the look of him, he was in pain.

You nodded your ok and his shoulders relaxed a little.

Then you laid on your stomach and propped yourself up on his thick thighs. You gave him a few firm strokes and then licked the underside of him. He groaned and you smirked, you were about to blow his mind.

You sucked on his tip and he squirmed. He opened his mouth to beg again, you knew it, you could see it in his body language and so you abruptly opened your throat and swallowed him down.

His upper and lower body jerked up like he was trying to do an abdominal exercise. His eyes shot to you, wide and shocked, and he hissed out “Oh fuck!”

You stayed all the way to his base. Your nose in his curls and your chin pressed to his balls. You counted to fifteen slowly.

For the first time in a long time, he didn't know what to do. His fists gripped the sheets roughly, peeling them from the mattress. His breathing was almost embarrassingly loud and his sole focus was on not spilling down your glorious throat.

You slowly sucked your way off of him. Spit connected you to his cock even as you pulled away to smile at him.

“I can't take much of that baby.”

“Much of what?” you smirked and launched him down your throat again. This time with his cock sheathed you moved your tongue and lapped at his balls. You were proud of yourself and only slightly gagged once.

This time he was better prepared but only just, “Your boyfriend teach you that?”

You knew that he was desperately trying to keep from cumming. He was wound tighter than you'd ever seen him, his muscles were flexed and shaking, but for some reason he didn't want to cum yet. You imagine that mentioning your boyfriend did bring his arousal down a few notches.

“Nope,” you said as your mouth popped off of him. “I've been practicing on your dildo for your Christmas present.”

His mouth opened in disbelief. Naughty!!!

“That’s very –”

You went down again, but this time continued moving at a slow pace – all the way to the tip of him, down all the way to his base.

That sparked something in him and he put one hand on the back of your head and one caressed your throat. He pushed your head up and down roughly, while simultaneously feeling his cock make your throat swell. Believe it or not this was the first time that he'd actually experienced true deepthroat.

Others had tried but he was too long and girthy, but you, you naughty thing- were taking him like it was your only mission.

Controlling your gag reflex made your eyes tear up and turn red. Spit was pouring out of your mouth now and puddling at his base. He was being rough but it was the good kind of rough. You wanted him to enjoy this, you had practiced a lot for this moment.

And by the looks of him he was most certainly enjoying it. More hair had spilled from his bun. His skin was tinged pink and had a thin sheen of sweat. Every line and wrinkle on his face was amplified by his scrunched up expression, fully concentrated on what you were doing.

He had kept your mouth off of him for the most part in your previous encounters. That was because he enjoyed being inside of you so much he didn't want to waste a minute. But what he just found out was that he was still inside of you this way. And it shocked him at how much you seemed to be enjoying it as well.

You pulled away needing a breather and to give your jaw a little break. You gasped for air a few times and spit all the saliva pouring out of your mouth onto his cock.

You went back down quickly taking him off guard this time. You wanted to feel him spill down your throat, and by the way his head shot back and his balls tightened you knew that any second now you were going to get what you wanted.

“Off,” he practically croaked.

You kept sucking, your sounds were getting ridiculously sloppy.

“Get off,” you could tell that his heart wasn't in his command. He tried to move your head back but you stubbornly fought back, taking him deep.

“STOP IT!” his yell made you still and he pulled your head from him, you sucked as hard as you could on the way up. “Fuck!”

He pulled you to him so your mouth was nowhere near his throbbing member. He took a couple of deep breaths and tried his best to get off the edge. He managed but only just, and only with his eyes glued shut.

“Did you like that?” you cooed as you rubbed his broad-heaving chest.

“You know I fucking did.” He pulled you down for a kiss. You lost your balance and landed on top of him.Your lips were sensitive from the work they’d just done, and his beard lightly tickled them.

Then he absolutely claimed your mouth, every nook was his.

He never enjoyed kissing this much, but kissing you was different. There was something he liked about it, a little too much. He loved your soft lips and when your tongue danced with his it turned him on so much.

“I need you to get on all fours. And I need you to cum quickly.” You continued kissing him and made your way down his neck. “You hear me?”

He rubbed his hand on your lower back as you continued to nip and suck on his neck. You made your way to a scar on his clavicle. He hissed and then smacked your ass, stopping your descent.

“Hey!” You whined.

“I said, did you hear me?”

You shook your head no and moved back in for a kiss. Your eyes were heavily lidded and your own arousal was back at full volume. You were so far gone you couldn't concentrate.

He held you back, “Hey, look at me.”

You did. You blinked at him almost lazily, and bit your lip.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that.” His thumb caressed your bottom lip as your teeth released it. You suckled at his digit. His eyes darkened even further and he slowly said, “I need you to get on your hands and your knees and I need you to cum quick sweetheart.”

You complied and slowly got into position. You were thankful that he wanted you this way. You never lasted long when he took you from behind.

He sat up and damn near passed out. There was too much blood heading south and not enough heading to his brain. He waited until his head rush went away and scooted behind you.

He rammed into you suddenly. You were both so well lubricated he knew that he could without causing you any pain, well real pain at least.

“Nic!”

He took no mercy. He was gone, long gone. His cock disappeared into you fully. He pistoned into you with short, rough strokes. Hitting you right where you needed to be hit repeatedly.

You rested your upper body on the bed, sticking your hips higher. Which made him ram into your spot even harder. You put your arms behind you and he held on to them tightly.

You were going to cum if he kept up his pace. You felt yourself begin to flutter around him.

“That’s it baby. You're such a good girl, listening to me so well.” His hips were smacking into yours with a wet slapping sound that seemed to echo throughout the room.

“Please please please.” You started pushing back into him desperately as he pushed forward.

“I’ve got you.” He reached around and started circling your clit.

“God, I’m gonna, Nic I’m gonna — ”

“Cum for me.”

And you most certainly did. You strangled his cock with your contractions and practically screamed, “Nicomund!”

He almost sobbed at the feeling of you cumming around him. It’s what he’s desperately needed for five long months. He felt your cum coat him as you screamed his real name, and at the last squeeze of your intense orgasm, he came.

He came so hard he yelled your name loudly. His hands grabbed your hips roughly and he wished he could let up, he didn’t want to bruise you, but he needed something to tether him to the earth – to keep him from passing out on top of you.

You made him cum so hard he was dizzy.

He spurted into you, filling you up fully. You felt his hard cock twitching inside of you and you felt his warmth flood you, gushing out as he continued to ram into you.

He came for so long that you were impressed. His cock seemed to twitch inside of you for minutes.

As he slowly regained his senses, he gently attempted to sooth your hips – where he had held on for dear life by softly rubbing them. He pulled out slowly and you both hissed at the loss.

But you knew to stay absolutely still.

He bent down and watched some of your mingled cum pour out of you. Then he licked you clean. Normally he would clean you by eating you out until you came again, but he knew that you were absolutely spent, so he kept it to the bare minimum. Lazily drinking what he could, as you squeezed out what he left behind.

He sighed contently as he laid on the bed and pulled you to him. You immediately snuggled into him and placed your hand on his chest.

You both laid there in a comfortable silence. You felt so at peace when you were in his arms. So very safe and warm. It was your favorite place to be. You cared for him, and you didn’t think that he knew that.

But you also felt like that this whole relationship thing, or whatever it was, was his call. He knew more than you did, and had more riding on it than you. Though, you couldn't help it, you really wanted to tell him what he meant to you.

How you felt when he was around. How you thought about him throughout the year. How you couldn’t wait for December. How he was making you wish your life away by always wanting it to be Christmas Eve.

“What are you thinking?” His voice was so soft and gravely.

“Nothing.”

He lifted his head up and looked down at you, raising his eyebrow in disbelief.

“I just — this was fun.”

He rubbed your back, “It was.” He was silent for a second and then continued, “Listen, maybe we need to come up with a way to do this more than once a year.”

You looked up at him and your face was absolutely beaming up at him. “That sounds good.”

“Yeah?” He smiled.

“Yeah. That would be great Nic.” You moved your hand down to his belly and gave him a hug.

He pulled you tighter into the hug and kissed the top of your head.

“I have one condition.”

You tensed a little having no idea what he was going to say. “What is it?”

“You're mine alone.”

You took a moment to really decide if that was what you wanted. It didn’t take long in all honesty, you just didn’t want him to know just how much this meant to you.

“I’m yours.”

He looked shocked and something almost sinister clouded his eyes, he felt possessive again. Hearing you say that snapped something in him, or rather, maybe it tore something down.

“Can I request the same from you? I- it’s ok if — ”

“You’re it.”

You smiled again, he could feel your cheeks move against his skin, and you pressed a kiss on a deep scar on his chest.

The two of you laid there for a few more minutes. When your eyes became heavy and your breath deepened, he gently shook you.

“I have to leave.”

“I don’t want you to go,” you held him tighter.

“I don’t want to go. Believe me, but I have to.”

“I know. I’d never keep you from being Santa Claus.”

You both slowly sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. He looked over at you seriously. His brows furrowed and his hands gripped his knees.

What you had said affected him so deeply.

When you had mentioned him being Santa it was like throwing ice water in his face. He would never stop being Santa Claus, and you only had a couple decades left of your life. He fought the sudden urge to walk away from it all, and stay in this bed for as long as you had left.

You moved in front of him and stood between his legs. You pulled his head to your chest and you rubbed the back of his head lovingly. He wrapped his arms around you and looked up at you.

“Whatever we can have Nicomund. That is what I want.”

His damn eyes teared up and you leaned down and kissed him.

“I don’t want you to but you need to go. You have a lot of work to do.”

He laughed, and then sighed, “It seems like it never ends.” He was thankful you had quickly moved on because he was a heartbeat away from giving you absolutely everything.

You backed away from him. “When will I see you again?”

“I don’t know. I’m going to have to invent a way for us to communicate.”

“No phones?”

“Not at the North Pole I’m afraid.”

“Oh…”

“But don’t worry, I'll think of something. It’s kinda my thing.”

You laughed and he stood up and towered over you. Gosh he was so tall. He kissed you again and then smiled at you.

He put on his shorts and slid on his shoes. He found both halves of his shirt and slung it over his shoulder. He used magic and cleaned and straightened the bed.

You walked him to the door where he used his magic to fix your phone and the stupid seahorse sculpture.

“Why don’t you just fix your shirt?”

He smirked at you, “Oh you know why.” He tilted his head, pressed his nose into the fabric, and took a deep sniff.

You reddened and were about to say something when the son of a bitch touched his nose and disappeared.

He wouldn’t get away with this, you’d make sure of it.

THE END

#David harbour #violent night #santa harbour #Nicomund the red #violent night fanfiction #santa claus x reader #violent night smut #my fics #requests #asks

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fan-goddess · 6 months

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Hey. I have a request for October.

Modern Aemond. Your husband Aemond does not understand your crush on the new dragon rider on your favorite Show. So. One night he decides to role play your favorite character on your favorite show and sees where the night takes the two of you. The possibilities are endless.

Authors Note: Oooh I like this! Obviously the shows gonna be made up, but not gonna make reader call him the show guys name, as it’d just get confusing for everyone. My keyboard included. Still, i hope you enjoy this and thank you for the request!

Warnings: P in V sex, role play of princess and a protector, reader calls themself a woman, teasing, brat taming, name calling, praising, degrading, fluff (If i've missed any then let me know!)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat

You’d only watched twenty minutes of the newest show on Netflix that Baela had recommended to you before you became a woman possessed.

At first, you thought you wouldn’t be that interested in it, given it wasn’t your usual type of programme, which thanks to your husband Aemond, consisted solely of trashy day time tv such as real housewives of Westeros. Yet even you had to admit that after taking one look at one of the main characters, you were obsessed.

“Baela, why didn’t you tell me the main guy was so fucking hot!?” You’d called her soon as the first episode had been finished to rave about the guy. Though as you were talking raving about him, Aemond began to walk through the door with you being none the wiser while you were still on the phone.

“I never thought I’d find him so hot! Though I must say I wouldn’t mind riding him with that dragon between his legs!” You giggle, oblivious to your husband standing behind you with a raised brow and an amused smile painted on his face.

“Would you now?” Aemond says as he creeps up behind you, causing you to practically shriek in surprise and nearly throw your phone at him in a sort of self defence.

“Seven hells Aemond you scared me half to death!” You glare, the phone in your hand still on the call to Baela, who you can hear begin to laugh loudly after hearing your surprised shriek and angry words.

“Nevermind that! Whose this super hot guy you wouldn’t mind riding the dragon of then?” He grins, leaning over the sofa to look at the character paused on screen.

“Well, his names Malakai, and he’s the rider of the fiercest dragon in the world!”

“He looks like a twat.” He bluntly states, grinning slightly in amusement when you gasp at his words and begin to valiantly say praise to the character in defence. You still shout at him when he walks away to make himself a coffee, and continue to say supportive things about the character when he’s walking in with the coffee for himself, and a tea he made for you just how you like it.

“Seven hells love you’ve barely started episode two!” He groans as he sets the drinks down and gets a better look at the paused show name displayed on the screen.

“And?! I love him either way!” You insist, smiling over your own dramatics whilst you sip at your drink with a content sigh.

“Oh yeah? Do you love him more than me my love?”

“Oh I dunno…. possibly? He does ride the largest dragon in the world?” You smile, blinking your eyes in innocence. Yet that charming smile diminishes when you see his furrowed brows and annoyed eyes. “Aemond?” You call to him. Yet he ignores you and walks to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

You come in the door ten minutes later after allowing him to calm down to apologise to him, and yet those ten minutes was all Aemond needed to order a duplicate of this Malakai fuckers costume, largest dragon in the world not needed.

The large picture of the company's logo, showing where Aemond ordered the costume from, lies there clear as day on the side of the box. And does little to stifle your curiosity when Aemond has to quickly snatch the package from your eager hands before you begin to rip it open there and then.

“What is it?! You rarely order stuff online and I don’t recognise the name of the brand! Come on tell me pleeeease!” You beg, running up to his retreating form and wrapping your arms around his waist in an attempt to make him stop. Only it does nothing as he continues to walk towards the kitchen countertop.

“You’ll find out tomorrow love, how about that? Do you think you can be a good girl and not search up the company while you’re at it? I’ll be sure to give you a big reward if you’re good…” Aemond smiles as he chucks the package on it and intertwining his large hands with yours, loving the way he can practically hear your breath hitching at his not so subtle suggestive tone.

He turns around, and kisses you deeply. His fingers curling in the length of your hair to keep you close, before suddenly pulling away and chuckling at your pouty expression.

“Later love… tomorrow even. After work, I’m gonna surprise you. And hopefully you’ll love it…” Aemond grins, giving you a peck on the lips as some kind of replacement, that he already knows is not an equal exchange.

Still, that next afternoon like Aemond said, he’d set up everything he needed for it to be perfect.

The costume itself looks identical to the picture, even if it was slightly snug in certain places...

Still it didn’t matter. As Aemonds own self doubts held the reigns the minute he heard the familiar sound of your keys opening the door, following by your typical shout of a greeting you did soon as you got in and took your shoes off at the.

Only when Aemond didn’t respond with his own little greeting, you came looking. Which is when you found him laying there on the bed, fully decked in an exact replica of Malakais costume. Hair even straightened and tied up to give it that extra effect.

And he gets that exact reaction he was hoping for, as a small gasp of surprise you can't stop leaves him with many unholy thoughts.

“Princess, what are you doing alone? As the rider of the largest dragon of the world, it is my duty and honour to protect you against people who wish to harm you…” Aemond purrs, getting up from the bed to walk over and place a delicate hand on your cheek, in which you seem to instinctively nuzzle into.

“Yes my lord I apologise… it’s just, I wish to see my people. Is that so wrong my lord Aemond?” Your eyes flutter in innocence, and it takes everything within him to not grab you, bend you over the nearest surface and take what is his. But he knows he must play the game to reap the reward. You...

“Yes princess there is! There are dangerous people who lurk around any corner and wish to harm you! I cannot allow you to be so relentlessly reckless!” The frustrated role he plays is perfect, but to his shared annoyance and delight, so is your actions at playing the bratty princess.

“I don’t need you to protect me Aemond! I am a trained princess of the fucking realm! Not some helpless peasant-“ His hand works before he can think, as it moves to roughly take hold of your chin, effectively stopping you from speaking, but allowing a small gasp of surprise to be released.

The best part is, Aemond doesn’t even know if it was intentional or just out of genuine surprise of the movement.

“A good princess doesn’t swear at her protecter. She’s grateful for them risking their lives for her. Don’t you agree, princess?”

You nod your head, and yet that isn’t enough. As his grip tightens and his lips curl into a snarl. “You fucking answer your protector when he asks you a question princess!”

“Yes I understand Aemond!” Your voice is breathless, and it leaves a cruel stain of a smile on his face as he makes a look of realisation.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you princess? Me manhandling you all roughly… say it!” His grip on your jaw tightens only by a fraction, and yet it’s enough to allow another pretty audible whimper to leave your lips.

“Yes Aemond! I’m enjoying the feeling of you treating me like this!”

“I bet you’re fucking soaked through those small clothes of yours… your pretty little cunt just aching to be filled by a cock like mine huh? Tell me princess, are you a maiden?”

You nod your head, but as Aemonds face turns thundering for a moment you remember your place, and the words come gushing out with no real sense of placing. “No Aemond I’m not a maiden! But i-I don’t wish for you at all I swear it!”

“Oh really? Is that so? Well, it looks like I’m protecting a whorish princess it seems… I bet you’re lying though. I bet, that if i was to get on my knees before you and peel back your smallclothes, they’d be fucking drenched in your sweet delicious juices… would you like me to check for you princess? I am your servant by technicality, and I live to serve you fully…”

Disagreements leave your lips quickly in regards to his statement, and yet that doesn’t stop Aemond from picking up suddenly and dropping you carefully on the edge of the bed, before he gets himself on his knees before you, placing rough callous hands on your upper tights to stop you from squirming away from his hold.

“Fucking beautiful….” Aemond groans, moving to undo the belt holding your work trousers and pull them down with only one hand. An act you can’t help but find arousing as anything as you gasp lightly at the savagery of it all.

Yet you don’t have time to react fully though, as his lips and tongue attach themselves to your sodden lower half, the half growls and groans Aemond lets out as he tastes you only driving your further and further down the path of insanity.

“Oh gods Aemond, so good!” You whine, your hands weaving themselves in his hair to tug and dig your nails in his scalp. The feeling only heightening his pleasure

His lips and tongue double in the efforts for you, and he’s rewarded dutifully when he feels you cum hard on his tongue.

The taste of you covers his tongue fully and he can't help but groan at the taste. Yet Aemonds appetite isn’t yet fully satisfied, as his cock still aches and pulses in his trousers. His hands eagerly work at the frustrating belts on his costume to allow himself to be fully nude with you. The rumpled clothes falling somewhere in the room whilst your own eyes now roam over his form just as brazenly as he had looked at yours.

He swiftly enters you, the both of you hissing lightly at the intense feeling. Yet it takes no time for Aemond to thrust at a harsh pace. His hands gripping your thighs while he moves your legs to your chest, your legs pressing against his chest as he has you in a into a mating position where all your feeling are heightened and your whole body feels like it’s aflame.

His eye watches your body eagerly as he sees your breasts begin to bounce with the harshness of how he was thrusting into you. Though the patch he wears digs into his skin slightly, so with renewed vigour, as he continues to thrust into you he uses one hand to keep you steady whilst the other haphazardly undoes the patches clasp and flings it somewhere in the room.

And when you look in his eyes, both his working and fake one, he can clearly see the admiration and love in them shining through. Even when he's fucking you within an inch of your life...

You however don’t even know what it is your moaning anymore. All you know is that you’re loud, and Aemonds own groans growls and dirty words match yours in some kind of kinky symphony.

“Doing such a good job princess…. Doing so fucking well for me…” and when you manage to moan out how you were gonna cum soon for him, Aemond eagerly tries to push himself deeper inside of you. His grip on your legs tightening to an almost bruising feeling as he feels your walls begin to spasm around his cock harshly. The feeling alone drawing out that electric feeling that starts roughly tingling down the length of his spine.

“That’s it princess fucking moan for me just like that!” He groans, his thrusts losing rhythm as he allows himself to get lost in the feeling of your walls pulsing around him whilst he ruts with only the feeling of completetion flowing through his veins. A long drawn out groan releasing deep from his chest as he allows himself to cum as deep as he can inside of you, not pulling out till his orgasm stops.

Still, as Aemond collapses to your side, it’s like clockwork when he opens his arms slightly to allow you to cuddle into his side, nuzzling into the curve of his neck with a dazed smile.

“You were so good for me princess…” He grins, kissing the crown of your head affectionately whilst you preen at the praise.

“I should be saying that to you baby! I wanna ask though… what brought on that whole thing huh?” Your head tilts up slightly to look at him in the eye, and yet he can’t help but admire how soft you look in that moment.

The sun is setting currently, and where you lay on his chest, it shines perfectly through the window to create an almost halo effect around your head. His angel sent from heaven for him to defile and cherish.

You’re so beautiful in fact that within that in that moment, he almost forgets the question you ask him.

“Oh um, just thought it’d be fun given how enamoured you were with him and all...” Nothing could hide the bitterness in Aemonds tone then, no matter how much he tried to bury it down. Because who in their right mind would be jealous of a fictional character on a screen? He, he would apparently.

"Oh Aemond.." You sigh, moving so you can give him small soft kisses against his lips that he welcomes gladly with a small content noise of his own. When you move away again, he even makes a small whine younger him would've killed him for making. But screw that old version of himself. He's happy as he can be in that moment with a beautiful angel in his bed that loves him, so why should he bother with hiding himself? "You don't need to be jealous of him! He's just an onscreen crush! I don't even find the actor that cute!"

"Good. I would've killed him otherwise..."

"Oh really? And how would you do that love?" You laugh, laying your head on his shoulder so you can look at him better. The way the light shines on him and reflects off his sapphire makes him look like some sort of Greek god. Your Greek god...

"Accident. It happens all the time these days with celebrities right?" Aemond laughs, matching you as he pulls you in as close as he can whilst you giggle into the skin of his neck. He's never felt such love for another person before. But he's glad hes found and got you in his life.

"I love you princess..."

"I love you too my dragon..."

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just-null-cult · 7 months

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i have come here to personally thank you for giving me more than i asked for 🙏🏻 i am utterly grateful like IDJFKDKKFODOD 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ it made me so happy the last doodle has my heart he is so cute i will eat him

also there is a DROUGHT out there for us noritoshi fans like im living on CRUMBS its insane and omg dont even talk to me abt how it feels like to be a kashimo and ino lover (altho they are getting a bit more love now) my nori is still underrated :/ sooo hence im asking ur hand in friendship and in exchange i promise to share my hcs with you abt nori my sweet lil meow meow we're in this together 💪🏻💪🏻

also since its October, do you think he likes horror movies? i feel like he can withstand gory movies but its the jumpscares that get him and he wont tell u he's scared when u watch one with jumpscares owkfkdkd imagine him hiding his face against ur shoulder or something 😭😭😭 (i used to do that with my dad when we watched horror movies and i used to be like im not scared😤😤 when he asked if i was lmfao thats where this hc stemmed from)

N. NORITOSHI HIDING IN YOUR SHOULDER OR SUPPRESSING HIS REACTIONS TO THE JUMPSCARES....... WAS IT AN INVOLUNTARY REACTION TO USE YOU TO HIDE??????? WAS IT BUILT UP TRUST????? DID HE GROW USED TO HOLDING ONTO YOU WHEN HE GETS SURPRISED BECAUSE HE WANTS TO MAKE SURE HE HAS HIS VALUABLES SAFE????????? WAS IT A MOMENT WHERE HIS MIND JUST INSTINCTIVELY GRABBED THE FIRST THING HE WANTED TO PROTECT/BE PROTECTED BY???????? OH MY FUCK.

he's probably used to gore and gritty stuff like that since he sees it often being a jujutsu sorcerer and all. not to mention his technique is literally blood. maybe he's desensitized to gore films, the most you'll get from him is a disgusted scowl.

BUT DID YOU SEE HOW QUICK HIS EYE OPENED WHEN HANAMI SHOWED UP BEHIND HIM. YOURE SO FUCKING FR ABT JUMPSCARES. Noritoshi is that guy who wouldn't scream or yelp but gasp really loudly and jump out of his skin.

i feel like they get him most in horror because of the music building up anticipation. if its one of those fake outs where the jumpscare comes a bit after, he's fucked UP. It makes him instantly miffed, as he tries to regain his composure. He swears he's not usually like this, it got him by surprise is all..!

Noritoshi is the type that'd only watch a horror movie if the story is rich and complex. He's the type of guy to like open endings that make you think.. if it's a guilty pleasure movie where all the protags make stupid decisions, he gets annoyed right off the bat.

He's groaning and complaining about how imbecile the characters are, but would still watch it with you because you personally invited him. If he's lucky you could fall asleep on his shoulder or [insert movie cliche here] how could he pass that up? But Noritoshi wouldn't be able to focus on you if he gets twice as annoyed because its a bad movie + jumpscares. it still startles him, but the movie is so terrible, he's embarrassed it got him, especially in front of you!!!

if you get involved and you tell him to quiet down, Noritoshi would shift his focus towards you. like that awkward guy who thinks he's being smooth and lowkey about how he cuddles up next to you. He wants to be the tough guy who's shoulder you can hide in, and he is!! just not.. with jumpscares.......

#noritoshi #noritoshi x reader #kamo noritoshi #kamo noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo #noritoshi kamo x reader #merry october #sO SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE AGAIN WDYM OCTOBERS ALMOST OVER FUKC SO THESE OCTOBER POSTS WILL LEAK INTO NOVEMBER. AHA.#FAM I WAS SPITBALLIN SO HARD W THE WRITING BUT FUCK IT OH MY GOD I LOVED THAT #ty back for the cat noritoshi idea btw. ill love you forever #the way i fell off my chair and scrambled to read the rest of this ask was insane. friendship.? im so awkward but i'll be here for u homie #i love noritoshi headcanons..#i eat them up like candy...#.... my cult member is moving up the unspoken ranks i made up while making this cult.....#as for ino and kashimo. i dont know much about them.#but i like the bits i do know! i like ino's energy.... he reminds me of an excitable puppy from what ive seen..#i may draw more characters if i grow obsessed. i mean infatuated. or if they make noritoshi look good.#or if you do a damn good job at convincing me #but unfortunately. i was persuaded into a blood pact with my second in command to wait for the anime to finish then watch it with him then.#back to nori though. we are definitely together in this. i fucking understand the drought. pinterest keeps giving me geto #and yes. hes good too. BUT NOT THE MEOW MEOW I'M SCAVANGING FOR #THATS NOT MY STUCK UP BABYGIRL WHO'D SCOWL AT ME FOR PRONOUNCING WORCESTERSHIRE SAUCE WRONG....#btw peep the orange for pumpkins or something #happy halloween my awesome cult

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miserable-sarah · 1 year

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The Date

Pairings: Sam x Reader warnings: None Requested: Hello! Your fanfics are sensational and I get lost in your stories, especially Sam's. I would like to ask for a story inspired by dandelions song between Sam Winchester x reader, very cute and romantic.

You look at yourself in the mirror for the 10th time, you fix your dress, you fluff your hair, you stand there and practice your smile. You don't like the way your hair looks, you think your make up could look better. You sigh and flop on the bed.

"You look fine!" Cas whines. You have him 'trapped' in your room so he can tell you if you need to change anything but he's getting annoyed because you don't believe him anyway.

"Sam told me to dress nice." You tell Cas, you sigh again getting off the bed. Cas grabs your hands.

"Y/n, you look perfect. I promise."

"Thanks Cas." You smile at him "You can leave if you want." You giggle. Cas leaves the room, you look at yourself again and take a deep breath. You're not sure what Sam has planned your dates are usually casual sometimes when it's an important date they're a little fancier. You walk downstairs, you see Dean and Cas sitting down at the table talking about whatever.

"You look great!" Dean says smiling.

"Did Cas tell you to say that?" You smirk at him.

"Wh-what!? Of course not!" Dean chuckles

"Okay." You tease "Thank you."

"Sam gave me this." Dean hands you a letter, you look at it confused and open it. 'Meet me at the first spot I laid eyes on you.' You smiled to yourself knowing where to go.

"I'll take you." Dean says hoping out of his chair walking up the stairs, you follow behind him.

"We have to go to the beach." You say getting butterflies. "So, what's he planning?" You ask Dean. You know Sam is up to something and you know Dean knows.

"I don't know." Dean says quickly not moving his eyes from the road.

"Dean.. I know you know."

"No, no I don't." He says matter of factly.

"you're not going to tell me?"

"I wouldn't even be able to if I wanted because I don't know."

"Fine." You cross your arms. You're not against surprises you love them, it's just you're so nervous and you don't know why. Sam is the best boyfriend you've ever had, he cares for you deeply, he pays attention, he helps you when you're down, he cheers you up, he makes your days so much brighter, he is your forever. You honestly don't know where you'd be without which scares you but makes you feel safer with him. You know he would never do anything to hurt you. You can't believe how lucky you got, someone was listening to your wishes.

"We're here." Dean stops with a huge smile. When you get out of the car your body is shaking you're so nervous. You don't even know why. You can see lights lighting up the walkway, you smile at how beautiful they are. You slowly walk down a few stairs and walk on the path, you see rose petals spread out everywhere, you can't help the big smile on your face, your heart is pounding in your ears.

You see Sam standing by the beach with flowers in his hand, theres a table set up in the sand with champagne waiting to be popped. You can hear Dandelions by Ruth B. being played in the background. You smile and walk towards him.

(Song)

"Sam, this is wow." You say not even having words. You gasp loudly when you see Sam get down on one knee.

"Y/n Y/L/N" He starts, he pulls out a little black box "I saw you here 2 years ago, the moment I saw you I knew I wanted you to be mine. I knew I had to have you. I got so shy walking up to you I stuttered just saying hello." You both giggle. "The look in your eyes when you saw me, it was nothing I've ever seen. From that day we've been best friends, unfortunately I was scared because of my job and that held me back, but you reassured me you'd be fine by tactling me to the ground." You laugh again. "And at that moment I knew I wanted you for the rest of my life, I knew you were the one for me, I knew I'd be forever happy with you in my life so," He opens the box revealing a beautiful ring inside. "Y/n, will you please marry me?"

Your hand is covering your mouth, you have tears flowing down your cheeks. "Yes! Yes!" You squeal with excitement. Same carefully places the ring on your finger you can hear Dean and Cas cheering in the background, he hugs you tightly swirling you around.

"I can't believe we're engaged!" You kiss him, he kisses you back passionately. "I love you so much, Sam."

"I love you more than words can describe." Sam pops the champagne and hands you a glass. "To the future Mrs. Winchester!" Dean joins in on the toast. You smile to yourself just think how lucky you really are. You are going to marry Sam Winchester.

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whumpasaurus101 · 8 months

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Whumptober, day one

YAY!!! First day of @whumptober Lets see how this goes YUDJUHDDHJ

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?

Sidekick stumbled backwards as Villain advanced towards them. They could hear their own heartbeat in their ears, thumping loudly as if crying out for help.

“Give it up, kid. Tell me where Hero is and you and I can get along.”

Sidekick took a shaky breath before slowly bring up their fists, ready to fight as they got their footing back, “Not happening,” they rasped, hating themself for how weak their voice sounded, “I'm not going to stop fighting back.”

A cruel smirk cracked along Villain’s lips as they raised their fists too, “Me neither.”

This time, Sidekick lunged forwards first. They went to swing at the villain but their wrist was quickly grabbed, along with their other one before Villain drove their knee up into Sidekick’s stomach.

Sidekick cried out as they hunched over, only resulting in them being kneed in the face. They fell to the floor, not getting any break as Villain was quick to straddle their hips, delivering punch after punch.

Sidekick screamed out, letting out all their energy, grabbing both of Villain’s wrists before throwing them off of them. This time they straddled Villain’s hips. They shot out their witch blade, placing it just at Villain’s throat as they caught their breath, “You- you're going to leave me alone,” Sidekick growled, surprising themself at their own tone, “You're going…gonna leave me and Hero alone.”

Villain simply scoffed, “Oh please, you think you scare me? You're nothing but a weak link to Hero. They only hired you because they felt sorry for you.

And that was when Sidekick did something they were trained not to do. They let it sink in. Their grip on Villain loosened and they gulped. But Villain then turned Sidekick to the floor, snatching the blade from the other’s hand and drove it into Sidekick’s torso, ripping a scream from the other.

“Damn, I really thought we would get along,” Villain hummed, “Welp! See you around kid,,, or not,” Villain giggled before running off to the shadows who engulfed their figure- leaving Sidekick by themself.

Sidekick was gasping for breath, shaking hands pressing down onto their wounds as they broke down into sobs, god, they were pathetic.

Rustling from a nearby bush made Sidekick flinch, only further upsetting their wound as they whimpered. “Ple-please, Villain, I-I swear I don't kno-”

“Sidekick?”

Sidekick’s eyes blew open, “Hero?!”

The hero ran over kneeling beside their sidekick as their face contorted in guilt, “Oh, bud… I'm so sorry…” They took in their sidekick who lay on the ground, sweat coating their face and hair, skin paler than usual and blood everywhere.

“It's okay, you're gonna be okay, buddy.”

Sidekick whimpered and nodded, leaning into the gentle touch in their sweat-soaked hair, “Hu-hurts..”

“I know… I know, I’ll make it stop hurting soon, we just need to bring you back the the HQ, alright”? Sidekick nodded slowly, their eyes fluttering closed but they opened them back up at Hero’s voice, “Heyhey, don’t be falling asleep on me, it would be one boring car ride back without you talking to me.”

They both shared a laugh but Sidekick winced as their wound filled with fire. Hero gulped before they held up five of their fingers, “Hey, how many fingers am I holding up, bud?”

Sidekick squinted up as they tried to focus their vision on Hero’s hands, “Fff-fi-five?”

“Yeah! Good job! That’s how many sweets I’ll give you when we get home, got it?” Sidekick smiled and nodded, “Th’nk you..” They were going to be alright… but Villain’s words still cut deep into their heart. They were weak…

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nottsangel · 2 years

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guess who — poly!dragonott

pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader x Theodore Nott

warning(s): smut, vaginal sex, anal, double penetration, cursing, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f. receiving), masturbation, polyamorous relationship, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation

summary: your boyfriends are too excited to play a little game with you. are you able to earn your orgasms?

word count: 1.3k

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Finally, after a tough week of exams, some time for yourself. You were sitting on your bed, reading a book you had been dying to read all week, when both of your boyfriends unexpectedly burst into your room, surprising you.

“Fucking hell, don’t scare me like that!” you snarled at them. Theo and Draco both looked at each other with a smirk on their face, making you raise your eyebrow at them in confusion.

“We got a surprise for you, darling” Theo began as they both moved to your bed and sat next to you. Draco then took a blindfold out of his pocket and flung it in front of your face.

“We will try something… different tonight” Draco elaborated as he gave you a kiss.

“What? We’ve used a blindfold plenty of times before” you remarked, unsure of how this was anything new. Theo took the book out of your hands and placed it on your nightstand before kissing you passionately. Draco helped you in lying comfortably on your back while slowly wrapping the blindfold around your head.

“Hmm, yes. But tonight we will play a little game. We will only let you cum if you can guess who is pleasing you” Theo whispered into your ear as you licked your lips in anticipation. Gosh, you were completely intrigued by the idea. Your boyfriends were great at coming up with new ideas for in the bedroom. It wouldn’t be that hard to tell them apart, right?

“From now on, we won’t talk anymore” Draco stated as they both started undressing you. It was such a different experience to feel both of their hands up and down your body without your sight. It gave you goosebumps all over your body as your cunt grew wetter and wetter.

You heard one of them sitting next to you, his hands slowly moving from your breasts to your throbbing core. He skillfully rubbed circles on your clit before pushing two of his fingers into you at the same time, causing you to arch your back and moan, loudly. He started to move faster, nearly making you forget what you were supposed to be doing. You were thinking hard but remained clueless about who it might be until you felt the cold touch of Draco’s rings. Aha, got ’em .

“Draco! It’s… it’s Draco!” You proudly exclaimed, although with great difficulty, given how near you were to your release.

“Wrong” Theo said as you felt the fingers leaving you, making you feel empty. No, it couldn’t be. Draco was the only one who wore rings. You were ready to say something before you released that Theo must’ve taken Draco’s rings just to trick you.

“Oh, you dickhead!” you fumed as you heard both of them snicker, just now realizing how they’re playing this game.

Right after that, you felt one of them get in between your legs, hands on your thighs. You gasped when you felt a tongue touching your swollen clit. God, it felt so good. But, right. The game. You had to focus. It must’ve been Draco, considering that Theo had already fingered you. You knew Draco would be too impatient to let him go two times in a row.

“It’s… Draco!” you stammered, a bit uncertain this time.

“Hmm.. good girl” Draco praised from between your legs. You felt proud of yourself this time, especially since you felt so close to your release. Draco’s tongue moved at a short and quick pace over your clit, you could practically feel his cocky smirk. Your hand grabbed his hair as your climax hit you, causing you to let out shaky breaths. It felt incredible, as usual. Draco was amazing at giving oral. But… Draco didn’t stop. It was becoming too much now, your sensitive clit being assaulted by his tongue.

“Draco…I- I already came” you whimpered, the overstimulation almost forcing you to push him away as you felt another orgasm approaching.

“Well, we didn’t say how many orgasms if you got it right, now did we?” Theo whispered into your ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. Draco’s tongue moved rapidly as another orgasm hit you, even more intense this time, causing you to moan his name a little too loudly.

“Such a slut, isn’t she, Theo?” Draco moved away from your legs before you heard a belt unbuckle. You were trying your hardest to figure out where the sound was coming from but you couldn’t focus as you were still coming down from your high.

“It’s like you want everyone to hear you, love” Theo groaned before kissing you. You then heard another belt as well, making you even more confused. Before you could think about it any further, you felt either Theo’s or Draco’s cock teasing your folds. He didn’t waste any time as he slid right in, with ease as well given how wet you already were. So big. Whoever was inside you moved at a steady pace while you tried your utmost to figure out who it was, with much difficulty as the pleasure was too overbearing. You figured they wouldn’t let Theo fuck you now because that would be too obvious, so you went with Draco once again.

“I- I think it’s Draco!” you said hesitantly, hoping he would let you at least finish once more.

“Aww, too bad, baby. I’m right here” Draco teased from right beside you, gently stroking your face while Theo was still fucking you. You felt disappointed and they picked up on it right away.

“Don’t worry, darling. We will let you cum” Theo assured, not slowing down whatsoever. You felt a glimmer of optimism yet again.

“Only if you take the both of us” he added shortly after, surprising you as your eyes widened underneath the blindfold. You were just a little apprehensive about the idea, but more than willing to try it. Anal wasn’t something new to you, so it would be fine you figured. Besides, having them fucking you at the same time? It sounded like heaven to you.

“Okay! I want to do it” you desperately said, feeling the anticipation raging through your body. Theo quickly flipped you around as Draco got underneath you, placing you on top of him. Draco guided your hips as you sunk down on him while Theo positioned himself behind you. You heard Theo grab the lube as he rubbed himself with it before entering you as well. Oh my fucking god. The feeling of being stretched out by both of your boyfriend’s cocks at the same time. It was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. It was indescribable how good it felt.

Your mouth fell wide open as both of your boyfriends began to move at a slow pace, making sure not to hurt you in any way. Your head felt like it was spinning at this new sensation. They both began to increase their pace, causing you to see stars.

From behind you, Theo's fingers reached your core, massaging 8-figures on your sensitive clit. It was becoming too much when both of them hit that one spot inside of you, sending you over the edge. You moaned loudly while your nails dug into Draco’s shoulders before you collapsed on top of him. Not much later, they both came as well, emptying themselves deep within your holes, causing you to whimper in overstimulation.

After all three of you came down from your highs, Theo quickly grabbed a towel to clean you before lying down next to you and Draco.

“That was… so good. Are you guys okay?” you questioned, trying to catch your breath.

“Are you really asking us if we’re okay?” Theo said, laughing a bit as Draco added, “Darling, that was fucking amazing”

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sinner-as-saint · 2 years

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Wanna Be Yours

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Uni AU)

Run-through: Your best friend has been acting weird, and one night while you’re hanging out like you both usually do, he finally tells you why he’s been acting kind of different lately.

Themes: friends-to-lovers, fluff, smut, soft, car sex

“Hey, Buck.”

You couldn’t even hide the surprise in your tone as you answered his call, well into the evening. You heard him chuckle on the other side.

“Why do you sound surprised?” He asked, his voice deeper on the phone than in real life.

You scoffed, “Because I haven’t seen or heard from you in a whole week. Who ghosts their best friend like this? Seriously, Buck. You even left me alone at the party the other night, I had to hang out with people I don’t necessarily like.”

He was quick to apologise, “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. I’ll make up for it. Will you let me make up for it? I’ll come get you right now and we’ll grab something to eat and go for a drive, okay? We… I have stuff I need to tell you.”

Just like that, he sounded all soft and sweet like a lost little puppy and you melted. “Asshole.” You muttered. “You’re lucky I miss you so much. Meet me downstairs in 10.”

And just as planned, he was outside your building waiting for you. Leaning against his car, wearing his signature dark jeans and soft sweater - brown tonight. Bucky was your rock ever since day one. Your best friend.

He smiled so big as you approached him, opening his arms waiting for you to walk into them as always. Except you got up close and punched his muscular arm instead, making him hiss in pain. “Ow!”

“Fuck you, first of all. Second of all, do that shit again and I’ll punch you in the mouth.” You spat, walking over to the passenger side and hopped in. Bucky got in right after you, apologising already. But you cut him off, “Food first, you’re paying.” You said, leaning back into the seat, getting comfy as he drove the two of you away from campus.

“Yes ma’am.”

–

Bucky got you your favourites; he had almost all your orders memorised by now. Which was very sweet of him.

After grabbing your food, Bucky drove to that one park you always went to whenever you needed to be away from uni. It was a safe, cosy little park with a little pond - surrounded by pine woods.

It was quite a chilly night so the windows fogged up real quick as you both ate and talked.

“I was worried, Buck.” You told him, “You’ve never done this before, a simple text would suffice, you know? I wouldn’t bother you if you needed your space but I was really worried when you didn’t respond to my messages, you weren’t even showing up to classes.”

He sighed, putting his drink down as he leaned his head back. “I’m sorry. I was… figuring shit out. I needed to be away for a while.”

You put your ice cream down, and turned a little to the side to face him better. “I thought we promised to share the hard stuff. You don’t have to carry it all alone, that’s what friends are for. That’s what I’m for.”

He turned his head to face you, the street lights made his eyes look electric. His face was a little less lively than usual. The bags under his eyes were slightly more prominent, but he was still the pretty boy everyone knew him as. “I know.” He said softly. “I wanted to tell you, trust me. But I was scared, I guess.”

You frowned, “Scared? Of what?”

“What you would think.” He answered.

“Bucky…” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, his sweater warm and soft under your touch. “I would never judge you. No matter what you do. I mean, we’ve seen each other at our worst. It’s fine if you don’t want to share or you-,”

He cut you off quickly, “No, I want to.”

You nodded, “Well then, I’m here. I’m always here.”

Bucky took a deep breath. Exhaled loudly, then said, “I fell in love.”

You couldn’t hold back the gasp which escaped your mouth. “You little shit!” You exclaimed, suddenly excited. “Wait, wait, wait, is it that girl from the library? The one who asked for your number like two weeks ago? No? Oh my god, is it the one you met at the café?” You listed off all the potential girls he could’ve fallen for but Bucky just rolled his eyes.

He frowned, “What- no, no, not them.” He sighed, “Just, someone. And she’s really special. She’s so smart, and funny. She’s hilarious. It’s like, all my problems disappear when I’m around her. She makes even the worst days better just by being there, you know? And beautiful, my God she is beautiful. She captures the attention of everyone whenever she walks into a room, and she doesn’t even know the kind of effect she has on people.” Bucky spoke dreamily.

You sat there, listening.

“She’s like a walking talking daydream. Everything about her is just, so fucking perfect. She’s a bit of a nerd, but she tries to hide it by being sassy and thinks that no one notices how she fangirls over the littlest of things.” Bucky smiled, clearly lovesick.

You had a faint smile on your face as you watched him going on and on about this girl.

“And she was a bit mean too, you know?” He chuckled, “When I first met her, I was slightly intimidated but then she quickly became one of my best friends. Turns out, when she does lower her walls and lets you in, she actually has the kindest, biggest and warmest heart I’ve ever known.”

Your heart pounded at that. Because as far as you knew, Bucky didn’t have any other girl friends. So…

“Bucky, you-,” You started, but he cut you off gently.

“Please let me say it, I’ve been carrying this around for too long. I-It’s driving me insane, she drives me insane. Let me say it, please.” He pleaded.

You nodded, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

Bucky continued, maintaining eye contact, “She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and no one’s ever made me this nervous. She is just… so lovely. And I didn’t even realise how much I love her, until I saw her in someone else’s arms recently and the only thought in my head was how badly I wanted to beat the living shit out of the bastard who held my girl instead of me.”

You couldn’t hold the intensity of his stare any longer, not as you thought about how about two weeks ago Bucky began acting weird the moment he saw you and another one of your friends, Steve, hugging.

You laughed nervously, playing with the zipper of your jacket. “She sounds incredible.” You said, then you asked, “Why aren’t you with her right now, then?”

“I am.”

Two words. Two little words and your eyes watered. Bucky sighed from beside you. “Look at me,” He spoke softly, reaching out to take your chin in between his fingers, turning your face towards him. His eyes glanced down at your mouth, and back up to your eyes a couple of times.

The tension was dense, hot and heady. You could hear your heartbeats, echoing in your ears as you looked into his pair of pretty blue eyes. “Bucky…” You whispered, unable to say anything else but his name. Was it a plea, a warning, relief? You didn’t know.

He spoke so softly, “I can’t pretend anymore. I love you, and I can’t keep lying to the both of us. Just, give me a chance. Let me love you.”

You were quiet for a good few seconds, then as you parted your lips to speak, Bucky leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours. Your hand instinctively reached up to cup his face, his stubble brushing against your fingertips in a familiar, warm way.

You tilted your head to the side slightly, kissing him properly. Bucky has always been your safe place. And right now this felt safe. This kiss felt warm, and safe.

His hand held you by the chin, keeping you in place as he kissed you deeply, passionately. Sighing and groaning softly against your mouth like he’s been starving for this very moment. “Fuck…” He whimpered quietly against your lips, and the sound of it made your stomach flip. “Come here, I need you closer.” He leaned back into his seat, pulling you onto his lap.

And you shifted over the console, straddling his thighs as you lowered yourself down on his lap. Your arms went around his neck, and his wrapped around your waist, pulling you snug against him.

He gave you a faint, nervous smile. “Hi,” He whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose with yours.

“Hi,” You whispered, smiling down at him as he slowly trailed his hands downwards till they rested at the curve of your butt. You could feel his warmth on your skin even through the material of your skirt, and it made your heart race even more. “So this is why you’ve been missing for a week? You couldn’t have just told me?” You asked, placing your forehead against his.

He placed a soft kiss on your chin before saying, “I was scared, like I said, of what you’d think. I needed to think it through, you know? I couldn’t risk losing you as a friend. Then I saw you with Steve and I just… you know the rest.”

You couldn’t resist teasing him for it, “You got jealous when you saw me hugging Steve, huh?” You asked, smirking.

Bucky pulled you even closer, kissing down your chin as he said, “I did. And he’ll never touch you again.”

You giggled uncontrollable as he kissed down your neck, playfully biting and nibbling on your skin. “Hey!” You exclaimed, contorting and laughing on his lap, “Okay, okay fine! No more hugging Steve.”

Bucky pulled away to look at you, “I want you. I wanna be yours. I’ll be so good to you,” He whispered, one of his hands slipping under your shirt, gently caressing your skin. “I love you, I have since day one and I was just too dumb to see it.” Then he paused for a moment, and asked, “Do you? Love me?”

You smiled, nuzzling his cheek as you said, “I’ve always loved you. I mean, we’ve been friends since day one. You’ve been my best friend for a couple of years now but it’s always felt like more. It’s always been comfortable and safe with you. You’ve just always felt like…” You trailed off, pulling away to look into his eyes, “Like…”

“Home.” He finished your sentence, smiling up at you. “You feel like home too. And I’m so stupid for not saying it earlier. But I love you, so so much.”

Your eyes watered again, “And I love you.”

He smiled brighter than ever as you leaned in to kiss him. Both of his hands found their way under your shirt, pulling at the hem. You giggled into the kiss before pulling away to get rid of your jacket. You threw it somewhere in the backseat before leaning in to kiss Bucky again. Your hands slid into his hair, his hands inched up your back to undo the clasp of your bra.

Given the lack of room for proper movement, and both of your desperation combined, you couldn’t bother taking your shirt off completely, you just lifted it up to your chin, bra and all, baring your breasts to him. The chill in the air made your nipples hard, but so did Bucky’s ravenous stare.

He looked up at you to check in, briefly, before leaning in again and taking one of them in his warm mouth. He moaned, mouth wrapped around one of your tits. Your back arched, giggling and gasping as he teased you, tasted you like he’s been dying to this whole time. You found your hips moving against his, grinding against him. And that got him excited because he nibbled harder on your skin.

You gasped, laughing as he sucked hungrily on your skin, moving up to your collar bones, down to your breasts and back up. Bucky chuckled when you tugged on his hair, pulling his mouth away from your skin. “What? Did I bite your pretty tits too hard, hmm?”

You smiled, leaning in to give him a sweet kiss. “Mhmm, stop teasing me.” You whispered, inching closer to him, grounding your hips against his.

He smirked, looking down to where your skirt had inched up your legs, revealing your thighs, “Yeah? You just can’t wait, can you?” He teased.

You playfully bit his lip, making him hiss in pain before he chuckled against your mouth. Then you remembered… “Did you really think I was mean when we first met?” You questioned, smirking down at him.

He laughed, pushing his face against your bare chest and kissing the soft skin between your breasts. “Not mean just… yeah, you know what? You were mean.” He stated, finally looking up at you. “You remember how cold you were to me when I tried talking to you for orientation?”

You let out a little laugh, “That’s because you were flirting with almost everyone! Besides, you were probably the prettiest boy I’d ever seen and you just came up to talk to me. Just like that, with no warning. I panicked.” You explained, remembering the day so vividly.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, smirking like the cocky little shit he was. “So you thought I was pretty?”

You grabbed him by the chin and clarified, “No, I thought you were a shameless player.”

He smiled, leaning in to kiss your neck again. “Well, I’m not. A player, that is. I am, however, very shameless.” He whispered against your skin as his hands slipped under your skirt, his thumbs caressing your inner thighs - making you gasp and whimper quietly as his fingers teased you in between your legs through your underwear.

“Bucky…” You whined as he leaned down to suck on your tits again, more greedy than earlier as he toyed with your wet folds and clit at the same time

“Hmm,” He moaned, lips wrapped around your nipple. He released it with a ‘pop’. “I need you, baby. I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t-,”

Before he could even finish his sentence, your impatient hands were at the zipper of his pants. You paused, fingers toying with the waistband of his underwear, you looked up to his eyes - quietly questioning.

He gave you a lazy smile, eyes hooded with lust. “Go on, baby. Take it out, it’s all yours.” His voice was suddenly deeper than earlier. And only then did you realise that there was a light drizzle outside, which made the air even colder; making you crave his body heat even more.

You lifted off of his lap at the same time as you both lowered his pants and underwear to free his erected cock. You whined breathlessly at the mere sight of it, and Bucky groaned impatiently as he grabbed your hips, pulled your thin underwear to the side and aligned his cock to your entrance before gently lowering you down on him.

You moaned as you slid down his thick cock, his stare burning on your face as he thrust up into you, all the way in. “Fuck,” He swore, then leaned in to give you a wet, messy kiss. “You okay, baby? You need a moment?”

You shook your head, no you didn’t need a moment. What you needed was more of him. “Just… move, please, you feel so good.” You whispered, kissing down his chin as he obeyed, and moved.

You whined as he grabbed your hips and guided you up and down his cock, stretching you out in the process. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his cock, bouncing on it while you moaned for him, bending a little so as to not hit the roof of the car too hard.

“Oh, Buck…” You felt him fill you up nicely each time, the pressure in between your legs getting hotter and hotter.

Bucky threw his head back, grunting at how good you felt, “You had me daydreaming about this wet little cunt, you know?” He let out a strained moan, as he thrust into you over and over again, while also bringing you down on his cock each time with enough force to make your tits bounce. “I was thinking about all the ways I’d fill you up once you let me. If it were up to me, I’d always keep you full of me, full of my cock.”

“Damn it, who knew you had such a filthy mouth?” You said, unable to hold back your moans when he placed his thumb over your clit and rubbed it gently, in time with his thrusts. You forced yourself to look into his eyes, and the feral look in them only made you clench harder around him.

You bit your lip to hold back your moans as he thrust his hips up more into you, your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came so close to coming undone for him. “Bucky…”

“You’re gonna come for me, baby?” He asked, “You’re gonna come all over my cock, huh?”

You answered after a loud whimper, “Yes… please, can I come?”

He cupped your cheek and traced your mouth with his thumb, “Go on, baby. Come all over my cock. Come for me…” Your walls clenched violently around his cock. You came hard, whimpering and crying for him and gasping for breath. Bucky came right after you, his warm load spilling inside you as he wrapped his arms around you and held you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. Like he hadn’t just rammed his cock in and out of you like an animal.

You caught your breath, wrapped in Bucky’s arms. Your head rested on his shoulder as you tried to calm your racing heart.

“Look at me, baby, look at me.” Bucky murmured, cupping your face in both of his hands as he examined your expression. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You gave him a satiated, lazy smile. “No, Buck. You didn’t hurt me.” You whispered, feeling his cock inside you still as his cum leaked out of you steadily. You chuckled and said, “We made a mess in your car.” You hid your face into the crook of his neck again.

Bucky laughed, kissing your head as he said, “I hope you’re in the mood to make an even bigger mess in the backseat, baby.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #marvel

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zuppizup · 1 year

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Storm

(A wee ficlet from my Life is What Happens Series, a series of stories focusing on the life of Callum, Rayla and their adopted daughter, Tio. Magical half-elf baby rearing disclaimer)

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Rayla gasped as she startled awake, the thunder loud enough to rattle the windows of their room. Before she could even register what was happening, there was a flash of brilliant white lightning, immediately followed by a rumbling of thunder so loud she felt it in her chest as she instinctively clapped her hands over her ears.

A second later she heard a high pitched screaming, loud, even through the thick castle walls. “Tio!” She cried out, throwing the blankets back and racing to the adjoining room where her daughter should have been sleeping.

If this storm was enough to startle her, Tio must have been terrified. Pushing through the door, she hoped her little girl hadn’t been awake and crying out for too long.

Lightning flashed again as she entered the room, starting suddenly to find Tio held aloft in Callum’s arms. He spun her about, making whooshing noises as Tio squealed and giggled in his arms.

Rayla stood in the open doorway, surprised to find Callum so clearly awake. Rayla was usually the one more alert during moonlight hours (for obvious reasons), but when another bright flash of lightning illuminated the scene before her, it all became clear.

Of course, Callum and Tio would have been wide awake during a storm like this.

Callum spun Tio around, laughing loudly at her delight, but Rayla saw him stop suddenly, head quickly moving in the direction of where she stood.

He turned, clearly surprised to see her, balancing Tio on his hip. “Oh, I suppose the storm woke you?”

“More, Dada!” Tio grabbed his face, clearly trying to get his attention, before putting her arms out to her sides like wings.

Callum winced, stepping closer to Rayla. “Em, or did we wake you?” He glanced at Tio, the little girl still clearly interested in continuing their game.

“No,” Rayla laughed, happy to see Tio wasn’t upset. She stepped closer to them, ruffling her daughters messy hair. “The storm woke me.”

“It woke us too.” Callum grinned at Tio. “Isn’t that right?”

She giggled, pointing at the clouds visible through her open curtains. Lightning still flashed and sparked through the oppressive clouds, but even Rayla could tell the time between the rumbling thunder was increasing.

“How long have you been up?” Rayla pulled her nightgown a little closer, missing the warmth of the moonlight.

“Maybe an hour or so.” Callum nodded to the east. “Since the clouds began gathering on the horizon.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Rayla smirked, bopping his nose playfully.

“Because I could tell this was going to be a big one and someone-” He made a silly face at Tio, who giggled in response. “-would be wide awake for it too.”

Rayla snorted, rubbing Tio’s little back. “It didn’t scare her at all?”

“Are you kidding?” Callum rolled his eyes. “She’s Skywing.”

“Half Skywing.” Rayla reminded him. “But I should have known my little girl would be the bravest.” She stroked Tio’s cheek, laughing softly when her daughter leaned into her touch.

“You can go back to sleep.” Callum smiled at her, nodding in the direction of their bedroom.

“Na, I’m awake now.” Rayla slipped her arm around his waist, tickling Tio’s foot as she did so. Resting her head on his shoulder, she smiled at the storm lighting up the sky before them. “I might not have the Sky Arcanum, but I like watching this with you.”

“It’s all right if you’re scared.” Callum teased, kissing the crown of her head and laughing when she snorted in amusement. “Me and Tio will protect you. Isn’t that right, little one?” He bounced Tio on his hip to get her attention.

She stretched out a chubby hand in response, fingers splayed as another streak of white lit up the sky. “Fulm-nis!”

#rayllum #rayllum fanfic #rayla #callum #rayla x callum #callum x rayla #the dragon prince #tdp #the dragon prince fanfic #tdp fanfic #series: life is what happens #oc: tio #zuppi fanfic

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go-river-flows · 9 months

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Hey haven’t seen you around in a while. Hope you’re doing fine :)

Smashes through wall I'm alive! I've been busy with work, but I've been trying to write as much as possible during weekends. For now, I'll upload one-shots as I try to finish off a series before uploading all at once (aka The Humans of Awa'atlu, but throughout the week in the afternoon).

But here's a one-shot!

I've Been Reincarnated as a Na'Vi!

(2,598 words)

When I was born, I felt as if the world stood still. It felt strange and foreign, the water, the air, the gravity. I looked at the world through strange eyes.

Since I was born I have had these strange dreams. I was small and pink. It was these dreams which felt real and familiar, and the life I lived was the dream. I had these dreams every night, it was comforting, and sometimes they repeated themselves. I had a normal life I think, it was nothing like the life on whatever planet I was on. I had two to three friends, great teachers, and colleagues. In my dreams I was growing up on what I think was a planet called Earth. How do I know what planet it was?

I was 5 when I had my first nightmare. I was much older in my dream. Working a job or something like that, on my way to the “office”, I felt like I knew what that was even though I’ve never even heard the word before, walking down the street. It was crowded and busy like it always was, but I liked it, my usual communal walk. When all of a sudden there was screaming, people parted like the Red Sea and a man charged through the crowd. The woman next to me in her haste to get away, shoved me into the man who unbeknownst to me gripped a knife, his blade plunging into my abdomen. The woman somehow saw the knife because I sure as hell didn’t. The man retracted his knife which was a mistake, my stomach burned as sanguine liquid seeped through my white blouse, my ears rang loudly as my brain was trying to figure out what was going on.

I looked at the man as my hand gripped around his shoulder, he looked at me stone cold, his eyes were cold, unsympathetic. I frowned. Was this intentional? My legs felt weak as the red puddle enlarged spreading down to my grey trousers, why was no one helping? Why was no one stepping in? My legs collapsed from under me, air escaping my lips trying to take in more oxygen. Am I dying? I ran my hand over the stab wound. It’s large, wet and pulsating, every breath I take is agonising.

I fell to my side gasping for air. Why is no one helping?! Help! Help! Help Me!!! A person ducks into my peripheral as my vision starts fading. A man. I begin choking, the taste to metal permeating my tastebuds. I’m choking on my blood. The man is saying something to me, he’s shouting something I can't hear, I can’t understand it. What are you saying? My ears rang louder, blocking out any and all sound, I can barely register anything. No one is doing anything. Why aren't you doing anything? The man above me is screaming I think, four words rang through my brain as the ringing subsided a little, as if whatever entity was looking over me wanted me to hear those words.

“You're gonna be okay.”

My vision fades further as all I could see was white. I woke up on the other side. Nothing surrounded me. I felt for the stab wound but to my shock and surprise there was no blood, however, just a wound. I unbuttoned my white blouse to get a better look. Strange. The wound was strange. It was open and untouched. I could see my internal organs scaring me a little, a small gasp escaping my mouth and in that second I noticed something. I wasn't breathing, my lungs weren't expanding, my heart wasn't beating. I really am dead.

Yes, you are.

I looked around, searching for the voice within the white void. It confirmed my fears.

“Where am I? Where is this place?”

Somewhere.

The cryptid voice said. That single word scared me.

You're afraid, my child.

“Where am I? Who are you? Where are you?” These were only just a few questions that I asked aloud.

I am Eywa.

Eywa? Who the fuck is Eywa?

“Okay…Now where is here, exactly?”

The space in between. You do not deserve what happened to you. So I am offering you a second life.

A second life? Huh?

I will give you two options. Reincarnate, or pass on.

Reincarnate? Pass on? I looked at my gaping wound. Suddenly the loud sound of wind gushed through my ears. The scenery changed though it did not completely surround me. I turned to look around, the lush greenery unlike anything I've ever seen before. It was completely different to Earth’s concrete jungle. Wow!

“What is this place?”

Pandora.

Pandora? Like Pandora’s Box? The planet Pandora?

You will live your second life here.

All of a sudden there was a giant mirror in front of me, a tall creature standing in front of me. Blue, striped, with a tail? Wearing near to nothing garments, a headpiece, many bracelets and large neckpiece, carrying a longbow on one shoulder and a woven carrier with arrows in the other.

“Is this me?”

Yes. This is who you grow up to be. You are a hunter and warrior…and a healer…and a provider to your clan…you are Na’vi.

“What the hell is a Na’vi?”

A native to Pandora.

I ask the all important question.

“What if I don’t want to be reincarnated?” Silence. The voice didn’t respond. “Why can’t I just stay dead? I wanted to die before, I am no one important. I’m not a warrior, or a hunter, or provider. I’m not all these things you say I will be. So why do you want me to be all these things? That’s a lot of pressure.”

My child—

“I’m not your child. Just let me die peacefully.” I turn away and walk toward the white void, but it moves away just as my foot reaches the edge. I move toward the white again, but again it moves. “What are you—?” I run to the void and it again moves. “Stop it! Let me die!” A large gust of wind blows me back. This bitch. I move fast, diving for the white void, only for the wind to sweep me off my feet, spinning me around and sending me toward the mirror. As I collide into it, it smashes, the wind sending me through. I scream out in agony.

I wake suddenly. The dream was extremely vivid, sending goosebumps down my back and arms. I cry and my wails wake my father who shot up from his slumber. I planted myself into his chest as he wrapped his warm arms around my torso, holding me tight.

“Calm my child, it was just a dream. I’m here,” he spoke softly, his gentle voice calming me down. He held me swaying a little. The body next to me moved, the familiar face of my older brother scrunched up as he shuffled.

“Dad? Sister?” He whispered out loud to not disturb our mother.

“It’s okay, go back to sleep. Your sister had a nightmare,” our father rocked me back and forth, lulling me back to sleep but I fought it. The tears flooding my waterline, my brother sat up looking at my face. He gently swiped the stray tears from my cheek, the gentle action soothed me but felt somewhat foreign. A part of me felt strange, it brushed it off as a remnant feeling from my dreams. My fathers swaying managed to lull me into a sleep as one question resounded in my brain. Who am I?

That feeling and thought lingered as I grew. I felt like my family was not really my family despite my mother and father telling me that I was their daughter. My older brother, Rau’Txim, stayed by my side being the protective older brother he was. Playing with me with our friends running side by side with each other.

I was ten when I realised that the dreams were memories of my past life. Memories of my former human self. She didn't exactly have a good life just from the memories. From her childhood, she was invisible, treated unfairly, neglected. And as she grew, she learned to just deal with her issues with bad habits despite trying her hardest to become hyper-independent, I got a sense that her death was her relief from the world she grew up in. My dreams were recurring, even the nightmare that tormented me, remained. I got depressed as a result of it. I had to visit our clan’s Tsahik and ask her to remove them, they’re too painful. I found myself in her tent alone, so as not to worry my parents and brother. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. They were completely different from the parents I had in my memories. Ma Sepmu and Sa’nok give me more love and attention than my human parents. I was an only child as a human, and I now have an older brother. The differences were jarring, but at least I lived happily here at Hometree.

“Now what is it you wanted to see me about, child?” the Tsahik asked.

“I've been having these dreams…I think they’re memories…from my old life…” I confessed to her. She hummed out in thought and I continued, “I keep having this nightmare, that I died. I was killed by a human.”

“A demon?” the Tsahik asked.

“I was a human too…on Earth. And I was killed by a man and I woke up in a white void. And Eywa spoke to me…she offered me a second life,” I paused, “Human me. I refused but Eywa kept insisting, she forced me to reincarnate.”

“My child, why didn't you come to me sooner?” the Tsahik asked as she moved closer to me.

“I was scared…” I look down at my hands, “I thought I could forget them…but the dreams keep repeating. The nightmare, it kept repeating. I feel like this is a dream and those dreams are real.” Those dreams flashed through my mind, the happy and the sad. “I just want to forget them. Why do I keep remembering them? Why does my brain keep playing them? The same dreams every night,” I smacked my head repeatedly with my palms, to clear my head. The Tsahik took ahold of my arms with a firm but gentle grip, stopping me from making any rough movements.

“My child, don't hurt yourself,” she restrained my movements.

“Why does Eywa keep doing this?” I ask her. The flap of the tent opens, a pair of footsteps come closer as my brother says my name.

“What happened?!” his voice filled with concern, "Are you hurt tsumuke?"

“She is fine, just bad dreams. I know a way to rid of those bad dreams,” the Tsahik dismissed my brother out of the tent. Her arms remain around my shoulders. “Oh, sweet child,” she cooed, brushing my hair out of my face. Her eyes softened as if she finally understood the reasons behind my strange behaviour.

As the Tsahik comforted me, my parents and brother burst through the tent opening.

“Oh my sweet daughter! What is the matter Tsahik? Why is my daughter here?,” my mother rambled, wrapping her arms around me.

“I would like to speak to you both, without the children,” the Tsahik said. My parents looked at me concerned, my fathers warm but rough hand caressed my cheek.

“Rau’Txim, please take your sister,” our father requested. Rau’Txim came closer, taking me from my mothers arms. He held my hand as he guided me away. I looked back into the tent making eye contact with our father who watched my movements.

Rau’Txim brought me to the edge of the village, our usual spot.. He sat me down on a log before sitting and holding me.

“What's the matter sister?”

“I–I’ve been having bad dreams,” I tell him, “These dreams…they’re memories from my past life. I can't forget them…E–Eywa won't let me.” I explain to him. The sad memories flooding back to my human self slumped on the floor, the temporary pain from piercing her hand using her own fingernails. The constant numbness and dull ache in her stomach is overwhelmingly nauseating. I just want those memories gone. The sad, sad memories I held. I just want the good ones. Eywa! Why couldn't you just give me the good ones?! I feel that pain and numbness in my blue body. Everything here just feels so wrong.

“Sister. Sister, look at me,” Rau’Txim cupped his hand around my cheek, “Those memories don't define who you are now. Let’s make some good ones together, okay? We’ll make them go away,” he said in the most gentle voice I've ever heard from him. Our parents arrived where we were sitting. Our mother and father looked so sad, their eyes wet and ears flat against their heads.

“My sweet girl,” my father knelt down in front of us, hugging the two of us. My mother joined in, “There is a way to get rid of those nightmares. We’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

And for days they prepared me for a ritual led by the Tsahik. She explained it the day before the ritual was to take place. It was called Unil si Aku, Dream Removal. We were up in a cave within a floating island of the Hallelujah Mountains, the ritual had to take place in a body of spiritual water and the Hallelujah Mountains hid one of the most powerful bodies of water. Located directly above the Tree of Souls.

My parents and brother were asked to leave the cave, as the Tsahik and myself were left inside. I was asked to lower myself into the shallow water, only leaving half of my body above the water. I closed my eyes as the ritual began. The Tsahik began chanting as the water surrounding me began to warm, then glow yellow. I fell asleep as instructed by the Tsahik, and allow the dreams to pass. The water rose to cover the rest of my body as my past memories began playing out, but as they finished they faded away as the next memory played out. This continued for a while. The good memories, the bad and the nightmare I had all the time passed and faded away into oblivion. When all was done, the water fully drained from the small concave, I woke with a bit of spiritual liquid still on me, rolling off into the dry pit. The Tsahik held her hand out for me to take.

“Is it done? Are my past memories gone?”

“They are gone for now. But if they return we would have to do the ritual again,” the Tsahik said. I took her hand as she helped me stand, “How are you feeling?”

“Light,” I took a deep breath as the weight I carried for seven years disappeared. I smiled a sad but relieved smile.

And for years I would not dream of my past. All I would dream about are my family, my brother, my happy life. The next seven years would pass in a flash. I would pass my Uniltaron, Iknimaya and claim my ikran with flying colours. Rau’Txim was a fully fledged warrior like my father, as I would become too. I would hunt with my mother, and learn healing from the Tsahik, becoming exactly who Eywa said I would become unbeknownst to me as those memories faded. And that is the story of how I died and was reincarnated as a Na'Vi!

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len-uh · 1 year

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Yes :: König x Gn!Reader smut

Konig walks into your shared housing, sighing loudly. You peek around the corner, watching him silently, reading the room. He’s obviously stressed, watching him plop down on the couch, head in his hands.

“You okay?” Konig looks up, surprised by the noise.

“Yeah.. just, training was hard today.” The larger man replied, a small blush forming under his mask.

You nod your head, opting to sit next to him. You wanted to help him out in any way you could, so maybe someone to talk to might help. Unknowingly, you made him more nervous than comforted, he swallowed and looked over at you. The two of you are sitting close enough to where if he spread his legs a little further, your knees would touch.

He wasn’t only upset about training. He had a sliver of feelings for you and he doubted you felt the same. Konig felt as though you were teasing him, getting up into his personal space, checking if he was okay, it made him feel a bit more stressed. He wanted to be able to hold you, touch you, anything to be honest. Konig wasn’t usually a fidgety person but his leg bounced up and down at the thought of you straddling his lap, leaving marks all over his neck… at least he wasn’t stressed anymore.

“Something wrong?” you asked, breaking him out of his trance. He looks up, staring into your eyes.

“i.. uh…” he freezes when he feels his pants get tight, watching your eyes slowly travel to his crotch. He studied your facial expression, watching as you realized what he was feeling.

“..didn’t know you felt this way about me.” you state, eyebrows raised.

he’s big, you can tell from the outline in his pants. you sigh, getting off the couch, slinking towards Konig’s lap, on your knees. You place a hand on his knee, looking up for permission. He swallowed spit again, staring into your eyes, needy.

“May I?” you ask, not sure if he got the memo.

“Yeah.. yes, you uh you can..” he stumbles over his words, completely infatuated with you. He shivers, feeling your hands sliver across his thighs.

“Stop squirming, I wanna help you.” you command, face against the inside of Konig’s thigh.

He’s trying his hardest to sit still. He’s had thoughts like this in the past, wanting you around his dick, looking up into his eyes. He’s sweating, nervous to say anything, scared to blink. He’s afraid to look away, scared you’ll disappear if he breaks eye contact but is intimidated by it at the same time. He shivers a bit, but obeys, staring down at you with lustful eyes.

You smile a bit, unzipping his fly. He stifled a noise from coming out of his mouth, a hand flying to cover his masked face. you softly rub his clothed boner, teasing him a bit. He watches your every movement, lust clouding his pupils.

“hurry up, don’t tease.” he seethes, his head snapping back when you rub against his tip. a strained moan leaves his mouth when you finally remove his cock from his boxers. a small gasp leaves your mouth, but you don’t fail to cover it up with a giggle. He's not the longest, but he’s definitely not the thinnest by far. you look up at him again, studying his eyes.

“c-c'mon…” he looks away for the first time, embarrassed.

He looks back again, getting ready to ask again when you finally sink down on his member. instead of english or german, a strangled whine leaves his mouth. he lifts his hand and grips onto nothing, afraid to hurt you if he grabs your hair. Or maybe he doesn’t trust himself to not force your head onto the rest of his dick. you choke a little bit, mumbling around his dick, sending delicious vibrations onto it. he’s never felt anything like this, so naturally he cums in your mouth immediately. you wince a bit, surprised. you quickly stop, swallowing his cum.

“…s-shit, uh- sorry-“ Instead of letting him finish talking, you lift his mask up a bit, just enough to see his lips and kiss him softly.

Despite literally swallowing his kids, you were nervous of rejection. He quickly wraps his large hands around your waist, dragging him closer to you. The soft kiss quickly turns into a heated makeout session. He starts to pull up your shirt, running gloved fingers all over your smooth skin. He breaks away, mainly for a breather and takes off his gloves. you watch intently, his rough and big hands flexing. you bring a smaller hand to his own to compare. He sees the difference and he almost snaps. Yet he was so afraid to destroy you, he wanted to protect you but he knew damn well you could probably do a better job protecting him.

“haah… despite being a talkative guy, you suddenly rendered speechless?” you joke.

You laugh to yourself for a second until he wordlessly picks you up and brings you to his room. You yelp, hands clawing onto his uniform. He softly places you down, lifting his mask a bit again to kiss you again. Fingers ghost around your waist. You pull away this time, hands racing to take off his whole uniform. You lean in close to press kisses onto his chest once you finally got his shirt off. It lays discarded on the floor as you pull him onto the bed, climbing on top of him.

“We’re going all the way?” he asks in a small voice.

“Do you want to?” You whisper back, a small smile on your face.

He nods aggressively at this and you smile a bit bigger. you step off to kick your pants and underwear off. as you jump back onto the bed you grab a bottle of conveniently placed lube, quickly sliding some on your hole. you put some more on your fingers, slipping them into your hole. a soft groan leaves the mouths of both of you. you stretch yourself out a little more before lining up Konig’s painfully erect dick to your hole. you shakily start to sink down onto it, a slight stinging pain making you groan. he quickly connects his hand to your waist, trying to comfort and stabilize you.

“it’s okay you don’t have to-“

“Shh, don’t worry about this sweetheart, I want this. I know you do too.” you cut him off, finally bottoming out.

You pause for a second, getting used to the stretch while he lovingly strokes your thigh. You finally move a little, causing him to shiver. His loving touch quickly became a tight grasp. He softly moaned at you moving. you speed up, a hand on his chest to stabilize yourself. He's whining and moaning, rather loudly when he bottoms out everytime you bounce up and down. Konig grabs your waist tightly, a warning that he’s about to cum. He’s thrusting fast now, trying to get you both to a release. you cum first, breathing heavily when he thrusts into you a few more times, releasing a fat load into you. You try to lift yourself off him but he drags you down onto him, stroking your hair.

“so…” you ask, breathlessly, eyes resisting sleep.

“shh…” he shushed you, pulling you as physically close to him as possible.

You two will definitely have to talk about this, but definitely not now. Best not to disturb the peaceful mood.

#konig x reader #konig x you #konig mw2

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searchingforgravity · 1 year

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I'll Be Good (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You are an extra on the set of Change of Habit and, like everyone on set, have a huge crush on the star. You'll soon find out that he quickly takes a liking to you, and is more than happy to teach you a few things.

TW: Innocence kink, size kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, smut, oral sex (male receiving), virgin reader

Word Count: 9693

A/N: Hey guys! It's been a while, but I hope you like this one! Thanks @flowersofcement for the recommendation, and happy reading all!

You gasp when you see him. Obviously you had seen him on tv and in the movies, but nothing compared to seeing him in person. He's currently laughing at something the director had said next to him, his smile gleaming. As you look at the other extras posing as patients, you can tell that you aren't the only one being seduced by his presence. The young girls and older women's eyes gleam as they watch his every move; and, to your surprise, even the men's. "Alright everyone, we're going to the start of the scene again, so get into position," the director calls after patting Elvis on the back, chuckling at the gorgeous man's response.

The cast and crew have already been on set for a few hours, but the excitement of the day still have everyone's spirits high. "He's just gorgeous, isn't he?" an older lady loudly whispers to the left of you. She seems to be unaware of what the term 'quiet on set' means as she is seldomly silent, having been talking your ear off all morning. You are much too polite to say anything, though, as you offer a tightly lipped smile back at her. "Yes, he's a very handsome man," you whisper to her. All the sudden, you think your heart is going to stop. Just after you utter those words, his eyes land on yours. You can hear your own heart beat pounding in your ears as your breath is cut short. He couldn't possibly have heard you. Nevertheless, he maintains eye contact with you for a few moments longer, a smirk forming on his lips as he allows his gaze to lower down your body. You shift slightly at knowing someone is looking at you, but unlike the usual disgust you feel at a man's eyes, you feel heat surge through your body. Just before he looks away, you see a hint of mischief in his gaze as his eyes connect with yours one last time before turning away.

You hadn't realized you'd been holding your breath until you audibly gasp for air. "Sweet heart are you alright?" the woman beside you practically yells, having been oblivious to the interaction that just took place. You see Elvis' smirk widen and you imagine he can hear the woman's bellowing voice just as plainly as everyone else can. You blush softly as you assure her that you're fine, seeing a few people look in your direction before turning their attention back to other things. You are grateful when you hear the director yell quiet on set, signaling that the scene is about to resume.

A Few Hours Later

You are now exhausted as you've been in the sweaty studio all day, mostly standing around on your now barking feet. You are relived when they call lunch and quickly try to find a place away from everyone. After looking around for a safe haven, you finally find an abandoned hallway, slipping into it as you slide down the wall, sitting on the cold stone ground. The chill on your bottom is a comforting change from the body filled room that you'll have to go back to shortly. You are about to close your eyes for a moment when you hear footsteps stop short.

Your head jerks upwards at the sound, and your heart jumps to your throat when you see none other than Elvis Presley, in his doctor outfit, his eyes gleaming. Your eyes widen as you scramble to a standing position. "Sorry, honey, didn't mean to scare ya'. I think I got lost, a lotta hallways here," he says softly, his southern drawl thick, making your knees threaten to give out. You open your mouth to say something, but no words come. The smirk returns to his lips as his gaze on you settles.

"I don't mean to be a hard ass or nothin', but I don't think you're supposed to be down here, little girl," he breathes, his tone changing only slightly. You stutter slightly as you try to think of a response. "I just a..I needed a place to be alone. It's suffocating in there," you say, finally finding your voice. This causes a genuine smile to come to his face. "Yeah it is, isn't it? I never did like movie studios anyhow. Sorry you have to be next to that woman," he laughs softly. You blush at this, so he had heard her.

"I am curious though, what you said when she asked you if I gorgeous?" he mutters, leaning further against the wall, becoming comfortable. You should be afraid. You should be running down the hall. A man that you've never met is coming on to you, and you are alone with him. But you aren't afraid. You feel entrapped in his gaze, and you've never felt more safe. "I'm making you nervous," he states, taking your lack of response as you being uncomfortable. "No!" you say a little too enthusiastically, making him grin slightly. "I mean- I-" you have to think before continuing. "She's a sweet lady," you say, avoiding his question. He nods, seemingly not caring for this response. "I bet she is." He leans toward you. "But I wanna know about you."

He knows what women think of him. He makes no effort to hide that fact. And you are quickly learning that he is very blunt about it. That if he wants something, or someone, he makes it known. "I think you're very gorgeous," he mumbles, his eyes searching yours, looking for discomfort in his words. You imagine the only thing he can find is surprise as your breath catches in your throat. "You don't mean that," you whisper, your gaze dropping, your cheeks flushing. "Honey, I never say anything I don't mean," he says pointedly as he takes a small step towards you. You can feel the heat radiating off his body as you look back up to him. You look in his eyes for deception, but find none.

"I- uh..I know this is gonna sound a certain way, but-" He starts, pausing briefly to gauge your reaction before continuing. "I was wonderin' if you want to..meet me tonight." Your mind has to take a second to register what he's saying. "Maybe here after filming. I'd like to get to know you somewhere private," he whispers, and by the tone of his voice, you know exactly what he means by 'getting to know you'. Your cheeks flush a deep red as you lock eyes with him, seeing hopefulness in his. He can't be serious. "You can't be serious," you say what's on your mind. You'd laugh if you weren't so shocked by what he'd said, your mind swimming.. "I might be a little brash about it sometimes, but I always say what I'm thinkin'. And, I'm thinkin' about you, sweetheart." Your heart almost stops for the second time that day.

You are again stuttering as you remove your eyes from his. You laugh nervously even though the situation is anything but funny. "I- uh, I'm a- I mean I've never..." you rattle out, hoping he gets the picture. You look back up to him and his eyes have darkened. He's looking at you differently now upon hearing this information, however jumbled it came out. He moves his body so that it's that much closer to you, and you can smell his cologne, causing your mind to fog. "I'll have to take extra good care of you then," he mutters. "If that's what you want."

Back on Set

Your body is singing as you look at the man who basically promised to take your virginity. He is talking with one of the members of the mafia as the crew sets up the last scene of the day. He is gorgeous. The way his smile reaches all the way to his eyes. How he plays with the areas on his fingers that usually hold his rings as he tries to think up a funny response to what someone just whispered in his ear. As you look over him, your eyes wander over his body. You appreciate how the doctor's vest perfectly outlines his chest, and blush at the way his pants hug his hips. You glance at the soft outline of his crotch as his body turns in your direction. When your eyes trail back to his face, embarrassment washes over you as you see his eyes already on yours, sending a wink in your direction.

You told him yes. What else were you supposed to say? You couldn't have denied him even if you wanted to, and you are quickly realizing you don't want to as the only thing running through your mind is his hands on your body. You are going to lose your virginity to a complete stranger. Nerves course through you, but desire courses through you stronger. You have to distract yourself by listening to the loud woman beside you as you feel yourself getting heated by just looking at the man in front of you, grateful when the director finally yells quiet on set.

After Shooting

You now practically shake as you change out of your set clothes along with the other extras. Part of you wants to just go home. To forget that you ever saw Elvis Presley. Part of you is so scared, you just want to crawl inside yourself. The other part of you is exhilarated, and this part is much louder than the other one. Your nervous fingers fumble with the buttons on your shirt as you nearly rip it off your body before taking your pants off, quickly covering yourself with the dress you arrived in. After giving your outfit to the wardrobe staff, you hastily grab your bag as you skirt off down the hallway where you had met him earlier that day.

Your feet start to slow as you approach the hallway you took haven in just a few short hours ago. You are a little relieved but more disappointed when you round the corner, finding it empty. Deciding to wait a few minutes, you let your body sink back down to the floor, the cold ground welcoming you as you relax back into the wall.

Fifteen minutes had to have past by now. Embarrassment starts to wash over you as you stand up from the ground. He was messing with you. Of course he wouldn't want to get to know you, perhaps spend the night with you. It had all been some sick joke. You sigh to yourself and mentally reprimand yourself for having been so foolish as you go to make your way back to the main room. You don't walk more than two feet before you hear a voice approaching just in front of you. "Where do you think you're goin' little girl?"

You don't have to guess the person before you see him, looking up to find Elvis now stopped in his journey to come and get you. He is no longer in his doctors outfit, but is now sporting tight black jeans that hug his legs perfectly along with a navy blue button up, partially undone at the top so his chest hair is just peeking out. He smirks as he gets a good look at you, clearly approving your choice is dresses. You are completely at a loss for words as he approaches you; it almost feels like a dream. "Thought I wasn't gonna come for ya?" He hums as he comes close, the same hint of cologne flooding your senses.

You look down, no longer able to meet his gaze as a soft smile plays in your face, your excitement at seeing him showing more than you would like. "I hoped you would," you mumble low, trying to keep your voice from shaking. This makes him cautiously bring a hand to your cheek, pushing back a strand of hair from your face. "Your just an innocent little thing, aren't ya'?" he mumbles, almost at a whisper, his low voice making you return your gaze to his. You are once again entrapped in his eyes. "Do you wanna still get out of here, sweet heart? You don't have to say yes," he says, giving you the option to back out if you wanted. "No, I want to," you breathe, instinctively leaning into his touch. The smile returns to his face as he brings his lips to your forehead, gently kissing it. "Alright, baby. Let's get outta here then."

As the two of you walk down the corridors to the back way out, he asks you about yourself, starting with your name and where you're from, and to your surprise, seems completely invested. "Now, we're gonna go back to a hotel where I'm stayin'. They usually like to party, but we don't have to. We can go somewhere quiet and get to know each other. And when we get in the limo just...don't mind the boys. They don't mean no harm." He says all of this all while holding your hand in his, the sentiment bringing a sense of safety to this insane, impulsive decision you've just made. "T-The limo?" you squeak, not expecting to be in a vehicle that expansive, let alone his friends being in there with the two of you. Your response makes him smile as he brings your hand to his lips, kissing it softly. Your heart flutters. "Don't worry your pretty little head. And, really, don't worry about the boys," he continues after looking at your face and seeing apprehension. "I told 'em to be on their best behavior." This somehow doesn't reassure you as your grip on his hand tightens just the slightest.

As you approach the limo, you can already hear the commotion from inside, and can practically smell the testosterone from here as hooting and hollering floods from inside the oversized vehicle. Elvis pulls you up under his arm as he places another soft kiss to your forehead before reaching for the door handle. "E! El! EP!" the various members of the mafia shout upon seeing his face pop into the limo, his grin wider than ever. "Hey boys, I see we're starting the party early tonight, as usual," Elvis shouts before climbing in, his hand wrapping around your waist as he pulls you right along with him.

As soon as you sit in the limo, the pungent smell of liquor hits you like a train. So much so that you have to fight to not have a physical reaction. When the two of you settle in, Elvis shuts the car door and the limo takes off down the road. "This is my lady friend, (y/n), she'll be staying with us tonight," Elvis says short and sweet, pulling you closer into his chest and you welcome it, taking comfort in it as all eyes turn to you. Fear shoots through you like lightning as you realize just how many people are in this vehicle. About seven boys, all but two of them with women on their arms. The boys look at you with large grins, but the girls, however, do not. Most of them anyway. One or two of the women look completely content with their partners, but the rest give you death glares. Jealous you're the one he's chosen and not them. Nevertheless, you offer everyone a small smile and a soft hello.

The boys welcome you in as if you've been with Elvis for years, all of them saying hi and asking if you want something to drink. "There always like this. Like I said, just ignore 'em, baby," Elvis whispers in your ear, his hand traveling to your thigh, squeezing gently. Your face flushes at this simple gesture. It's the first touch he's given you that could be construed as intimate. And he did it in front of everyone. It makes heat softly sink from your stomach to your core.

The commotion quickly dies down as everyone else returns their attention to their previous conversations. Leaning over to the table in the middle of the limo, Elvis reaches for a cigar laid out, waiting to be smoked. "Do you mind, sweet one?" he breathes, ever so slightly nuzzling his face into your hair before pulling away. You can't help the flutter of your eyes as you try to focus on keeping your heart rate down. You only shake your head, smiling gently, causing him to settle back into the seat, lighting the end while placing it to his mouth. His mouth. That damn mouth. The mouth that has yet to kiss you properly. That in this very moment, you desperately want. You cross your legs hastily as you dream that you are the cigar gently placed between his lips before he pulls it away, sucking in before slowly releasing it, the smoke softly tumbling from his lips. You try to pull your gaze away, but aren't quick enough as he catches you looking, causing a knowing smirk to form on his lips. Pulling you that much closer so you are almost sitting on his lap, he dips his head down to your ear. "Don't look at me like that. I don't wanna get excited in front of everyone."

The ride to the hotel was excruciating to say the least. Elvis was careful not to touch you too much, never going too far with it, his fingers lazily dancing along the hem of your dress, and it drove you crazy. His hands are all you can think about now, and by the smirk he sports as the limo arrives and comes to a stop, you imagine that was the point. After the driver opens both doors, people start flooding out and going inside, yelling again at the excitement of the party that awaits. As you step out, the night air on your face is calming as you breathe it in. When you feel Elvis' hand come around your waist as he gets out himself, it brings further comfort. When he brings his lips to your cheek, lingering there for a moment before dipping down to kiss it, warmth floods your senses.

You smell the faint aroma of cigar smoke on his lips as they kiss your cheek again, coming dangerously close to the corner of your mouth, and you know his composure is starting to crack. He pulls you even closer as he sighs gently, his arms fully enveloping your waist as he gives you one last kiss. Suddenly pulling away, he guides you along with him to the entrance of the hotel. You're cheeks flush from the sudden heat coursing through you, and wonder how you've gone so long never feeling this way from another man.

You two are the last inside the penthouse, and when he opens the door, the guys cheer and start to tease. "Took long enough," one said. "You could've waited till you got inside to bone, y'know!" another shouted playfully, making your face flush as you look down in embarrassment. "Aw, shut the hell up, Red!" Elvis shouts back. His tone is playful, but you can hear a hint of warning in his voice. Elvis' hand tightens around your waist gently as the commotion starts to die down. "Do you wanna sit with me for a minute out here?" he mumbles, motioning towards the only abandoned couch in the whole place. "Yeah," is the only response you can think of, prompting him to guide you to the large sofa.

After leading you to the couch, he pulls you onto his lap, making you blush harshly as you hesitate, looking around for any prying eyes. "Is this too much?" he whispers gently, though his thumbs come to massage circles into your hip bones. Your eyes flutter gently at the sensation as you stutter out an airy no. You feel his chuckle vibrate on you as he urges you to lean back against him, his warmth quickly surrounding you. You sigh at this as you lean back further, and he can't resist bringing his lips to your neck. You suck in a breath as your hand reaches for his, gripping tightly, your face flushing furiously. You feel his smile against your neck before pulling away, his lips coming to ghost over your ear. "I'm sorry, I'll be good."

After you two talk for a little while, his friends yell at him to play a game with them. He sighs gently as he gives you a gentle squeeze. "I gotta go with them for a minute or they won't leave me be. When I get back, we can go," he whispers, his promise to be alone with you finally coming close to a reality. You get up as you allow him to slide out from under you. "Okay," you say quietly as you turn to let him pass you. Before leaving, he pulls you close, his hand coming to cup your cheek gently, but he doesn't kiss you yet. He's waiting. Instead of kissing your lips, he leans down to kiss your cheek. "Get a drink if you'd like, I won't be long," he mumbles gently before pulling away with some reluctancy, trailing over to his friends.

You hear him laugh and yell with the Mafia and it makes you smile as you make your way over to the small bar, making yourself a rum and coke, sipping it gently. As you turn to watch them play some card game, suddenly your nerves start to dissolve. Seeing him shout and laugh with his friends bring you comfort in this crazy thing you decided to do. It shows you some normalcy that you didn't know you'd been searching for. Pulling your gaze away from the game, you look around the room, filled with golden records on the walls and framed pictures. It's quite breathtaking to see. "So, you're the lucky lady, huh?" You suddenly hear beside you, making you just about jump out of your skin.

Turning to see who spoke to you, you find a girl in her mid to late 20's looking back at you, he expression curious yet soft. She's one of the ladies that was in the limo with one of Elvis' friends. One of which that wasn't looking at you like she wanted to rip your head off. You relax slightly as you offer a meek smile. "Oh- I don't know if- I mean...it was all very sudden," you mutter out, momentarily looking down at your drink, swirling it around in your glass in your anxiety. She chuckles lightly, making you return your gaze to hers, seeing humor, yet no surprise, in her eyes. "Yes, I'm sure it was. That's how it goes, usually," she says, her gaze drifting to the card game briefly. Slight embarrassment courses through you. This is a normal occurrence. "Oh, this happens often?" you say quietly and her expression changes as she looks back to you. What do you see in her eyes, surprise?

"Oh, I didn't mean anything by it, just making conversation. Elvis is a very impulsive man is all. It's good for me, I get to have company while the men play their games. I will say, Elvis seems to like you more than the usual girl. Sometimes he'll go a whole night without talking to his date. What are you, a virgin?" She laughs, and your face instantly flushes. You disguise your embarrassment with a slight laugh and a drink of your cocktail. Thankfully, this does the trick as she chuckles with you, taking a sip of her own drink. "I'm Sharon, Jerry's girlfriend. He's the one in the red shirt over there," she informs, nodding in the direction of her partner. You look over to see Jerry smiling and blowing her a kiss. But Elvis is no where to be seen. You don't have much time to think about where he's gone before two large hands softly rest on your hips from behind, making you jump slightly before quickly recovering. His lips come to kiss your shoulder as he moves his body closer to yours, melding his chest to your back.

"Is Sharon givin' you trouble, baby?" he mumbles loud enough for her to hear and roll her eyes. "Oh yeah, telling her all about your rouge behavior," she laughs, already taking a silent signal from Elvis that he wants to be alone with you as she straightens, prepping to leave. "I don't know what you mean, I'm a saint," he says innocently, all the while his arms are wrapping around your waist, his chest to your back as he places a kiss now to your neck. You hear a loud 'Ha!' from her as she makes her way over to her boyfriend, sending you a wave, knowing she won't be seeing you again that night.

"Ya still wanna get outta here? Get to know each other?" Elvis breathes from behind you, his tone deeper than before as he runs his hands up and down your waist, growing impatience in his actions. "O-Okay," you mutter back, a bolt of nerves coursing through you at his question. Hearing your apprehension, his right hand gently squeezes at your side. "We don't gotta do nothin' you're not comfortable with," he murmurs, his lips connecting to your cheek, slow and sensual. You can't help the sigh the escapes your mouth as you lean further into him. He takes this response as affirmation to call it a night as he threads your fingers through his, leading you to the door.

"I thought that was your room," you say when the door closes behind the party as he leads you down the hall. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckle. "I got more than one." When you two approach the second room, he opens the door after unlocking it, flipping the light on. "Are ya hungry? We can get take out or somethin'" He comments as he walks toward the kitchen without bothering to take his shoes off. After replying with a simple 'sure' and slipping your feet out of your shoes, you look up to go in the direction of the kitchen. You are impressed with how nice and large the room is, about half the size of the one you were just in, but just as grandiose with hints of gold and blue, pictures framing the walls. He must spend many of his nights here, you think as you enter into the kitchen, seeing a few dirty cups in the sink and a fridge full of food as he opens it to grab a bottle of water, emptying it into a glass.

"Here baby," he says, offering you the glass as you take it from his hand, your finger tips brushing his. His eyes connect with yours in an instant, and instead of the smirk that he usually sports, he gives you a soft smile, curiosity playing in his eyes. After a few drinks of your water, he ushers you into the living room, sitting on the couch, motioning you to sit on his lap. You oblige, sitting on him as his hands instinctively come to rest on your hips. Trying to settle in, you maneuver your hips on his lap, swirling them slightly when a hiss escapes his mouth, his grip on your waist tightening. "Honey, sit still," he groans, making your cheeks flush as you stop your actions, your face blushing a bright red as you feel him slightly hard below you. As he picks up the phone next to the couch, you can hear the receiver ding as he pulls it up to his ear. He softly kisses your shoulder, bringing his lips to your ear. "What do you want to eat, little one?"

After the take out was brought to his room, he sits on the floor beckoning you to join him as he opens the styrofoam plates. As you take a seat next to him, his left hand comes to snake behind you, resting on your hip as he pulls you closer, your leg now glued to his. Leaning into him slightly, your back rests against the couch as you watch him stab a piece of steak with his fork before looking over to you. A smirk forms on his lips as he sees you watching him before his eyes settle on your lips. Anxiety trickles through you at his gaze, flowing through your veins like a steady stream of water. You look away, a bashful smile playing on your lips. You feel pressure on your hip as he gently squeezes. "Open your mouth, sweet heart."

You do as he says, moaning as the taste hits your tongue, realizing in that moment just how hungry you are. Chewing on the hearty meat, you open your eyes to see Elvis' gaze locked on you, his eyes watching you with a new intensity. An anxious chuckle leaves your mouth as you bring your hand to wipe away some juice that dribbled out from the corner of your mouth. "Sorry-" you mumble, your words muffled as you still chew the food before Elvis brings his hand to yours, stopping you from wiping away the liquid. Another wave of nerves course through you as you feel his thumb swipe the juice away, teasing the corner of your mouth before pulling it away and, to your surprise, to his own lips.

Humming softly, he closes his eyes as his lips wrap around his digit before pulling it out with a quiet pop. You hold your breath as he opens his eyes to look at you again. "Mh, sweet." Your face is flushed as you swallow your food, heat now slowly building in your body as your eyes land on his lips, your head spinning as his tongue darts out to lick them.

After you two are done eating, he gets up taking the containers to the kitchen. You start to follow him to help when he waves you off. "Sit down on the couch there, baby. I'll be right back." Doing as he says, you take a seat on the edge of the sofa, grabbing the water and taking a sip from it as you look around the room, trying to distract yourself from your now shaking hands and pounding heart. When he emerges back into the room, he has a Pepsi in his hand as he takes a sip from it setting it on the table. You only shake your head when he asks you if you want one, causing him to sit on the couch next to you, pulling you unto his lap.

Your heart feels like it's pounding out of your chest as you face him now, your legs straddling his waist as your hands come to rest on his chest. He is so close, you can smell a musky cologne along with a clean soapy smell. You see his chest hair peaking out above his shirt as his chest rises and falls at a steady pace, unlike yours which is moving at a much faster rate. Smiling softly up at you, his hands come to rest on your back. "I can feel your heart beat from here, little one," he whispers, his hands massaging your back slightly. You release a shaky breath at his words, trying to steady your breathing. "S-Sorry," you stutter out, looking at your hands to avoid his searching eyes. "It's alright," he mumbles back, his hand snaking up your back to thread through your hair, pulling it away from your face.

"What all have you done with a man?" he questions, making your eyes return to his. "Uh...I don't know- I-I mean nothing really," you say, your voice quieter than you'd hoped. With your statement, he hums in thought, his hand coming to your face as his thumb now fully swipes along your bottom lip. "No one's kissed ya before?" he mumbles softly, his tone settling into a deep vibrato that you hadn't heard him use until now. "Not properly," was your shy, quiet response as you shake on top of him, half from nerves and half from anticipation. Of course you'd been kissed when you were younger, but just pecks, innocent ones, you don't think that's what he's referring to.

"You're shakin'" He breathes as you subconsciously lean into him, your hair falling almost in a curtain, shielding your faces as his eyes sparkle, looking into yours. "I'm nervous," you say truthfully, your hands gripping softly on to his chest, feeling it flex under your touch as his eyes flutter briefly. He brings his hand to cradle your cheek as he leans up into you. "Kiss me."

A wave of adrenaline courses from your head to your toes at his words. It feels like your heart has stopped for a split second as he looks up at you, smoothing your hair away from your face. "Don't be afraid," he whispers as his thumb comes to swipe along your bottom lip once more. Without giving it much thought, you kiss the pad of his thumb. He sighs in response and he shifts on the couch, his hardness becoming more evident. You just have to dive in, just do it. Deciding to stop hesitating, you dip your head down, your lips crashing into his.

It's the most embarrassing thing you think you've ever experienced. This kiss is less of a kiss, and more of you trying to figure out how to kiss someone. It's messy and jumbled. Elvis instinctively pulls back slightly, a chuckle escaping from his mouth. "Oh God," you groan as you try not to hide your face. "Gawd, honey, don't eat me," he laughs, taking pure enjoyment out of this mortifying moment. "I wasn't trying to," you groan, hiding your face in your hands, heat rushing to your face. "Alright, now, it ain't bad. I just gotta show ya a thing or two," he mutters and he pulls you closer, deciding to stop teasing you. You sigh as you uncover your face, looking at him. "Just relax, little one," he instructs, that smirk ghosting over his features once again. "Let me lead, just follow."

You do as he says, letting him bring his lips back to yours. He is soft and gentle as his hand lands on the back of your head for more control. When he starts moving his mouth against yours, applying slightly more pressure, you are surprised with how instinctively your lips respond, moving against his with the same tempo. "That's it," he mumbles, the words lost on your mouth as he brings one hand down you the small of your back, the other one still positioned on your head.

You release a surprised gasp when he effortlessly slips his tongue into your mouth, a surge of electricity coursing through you when his tongue connects with yours. You both moan at the same time from this feeling, and you can feel his smirk against your mouth as his tongue continues to explore. As the kiss goes on, you feel a pooling in your core, growing in intensity as he gently strokes your tongue with his. You move your hips on top of his, needing to relieve the tension that has started to build. He pauses his actions as a strangled groan falls from his mouth, vibrating into yours. You stop moving, not quite knowing how to respond to his reaction. Disconnecting from the kiss, he allows his lips to trail to your neck, suckling softly before pulling up for air. "Go on, baby, do it again." By the way his voice is strained, you think it's a good sign as you swirl your hips on his again, causing another strained moan to fall from his lips along with a whispered "God damn."

"Is it okay?" you ask, a little breathless from your activities. "More than okay, lil' mama," he groans, his hands traveling down to your hips, urging you to continue. After only a moment's hesitation, you now fully grind your core down on his, the hard bulge in his pants rubbing up against your clit. You gasp harshly at this as a hushed profanity slips from his mouth, his grip tightening on your waist. You suddenly become aware of how little clothing you have covering yourself, your panties the only thing shielding you from his jeans as your dress is now hiked up to your waist. "This feel good, sweet heart?" he gasps, his hands moving slowly, finding their way under your dress. You freeze instantly when you feel his palms grip at your bare waist, his thumbs running back and forth on your soft skin. Feeling you tense up at his actions, he pulls his hands away.

"M'sorry," he mumbles, his hands now returning to their previous spot on top of your dress. "I- you don't have to- I mean.." you stutter, trying to find the words to tell him you were enjoying his hands. It's all so new to you, though. You don't know how you're supposed to respond, or the right way to react to a man's touch. "I don't know how I'm supposed to feel," you finally settle on. He brings his gaze to yours, his hand absentmindedly running up and down your spine, causing a slight shiver to run through you. "You're supposed to feel good. Am I makin' you feel good?" There is questioning in his eyes as he looks at you earnestly, seeing if you've changed your mind. "Yes!" You are quick to respond, making yourself blush at how quick you are to grovel. "I mean.." you trail, your eyes landing on his chest as he chuckles at your enthusiasm. "There ain't no shame in it. You're makin' me feel good," he mumbles, his lips coming to kiss at your neck softly, causing your eyes to flutter. Your arms come to wrap around his shoulders and your mind reels when he gently presses his erection up into you. "You're makin' me feel real good, baby" he mutters, his hands gently nudging you forward on him again so that your core slides against his deliciously.

You release a shaky breath at the pleasure that courses through you. You suddenly need more; your entire body is screaming for it as you pull your face up to look in his eyes, then at his lips. With his mouth now parted and panting as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, you can't help but lean down to connect your lips to his. He welcomes it instantly as he pulls you close, his pace faster than before as he presses his lips to yours with more urgency, his hands coming to thread through your hair. When his tongue connects with yours again, you can't help the whine that leaves you mouth, vibrating in his as you grind you hips on him once again, this time repeating the action.

It's not long before he's bucking his hips right along with you, his tongue hot in your mouth as he traps your head in his hand, preventing you from moving away. Not that you have any plans to as you lean into him, your hands gripping at the couch behind him as you continue to rolls your hips, the pleasure to good to stop. When you increase the pace even more, chasing something you've only been able to give yourself in the confines of your bedroom, he stops you. "Settle down, little honey, I'm gettin' too excited." "I thought that was the point," you gasp out, trying to grind on him again, but his hands on your hips are too strong for you to move. "I-It is but I'm gonna finish in my pants if you don't stop. And I don't really want that ta happen," he chuckles breathlessly, his hands squeezing at your hips, causing another whine to escape you.

He eyes you as he licks his lips at the sound. "Fuck, you're motors runnin' that good?" he groans, his eyes trailing down to your pussy before he stops himself. "Can I feel it baby? I'll be real gentle," he promises, his eyes pleading and hungry as he basically makes holes through your dress with them. Your face flushes at his boldness, and you can only manage a quiet 'Okay'.

You gasp when you feel his thumb graze against your clit through your panties, your entire body stuttering. This makes him groan as he looks up at you with now droopy, lust-filled eyes. "You're so wet, mama. Am I gettin' ya all excited?" He mutters as his thumb travels down to your opening, feeling just how soaked you are. You can only hum in response, your mind completely gone as he gently rubs up and down on your pussy a few times. Without warning, he slips his index finger past your panties, now fully coming in contact with your clit. You gasp. This is the first time a man has ever touched you before, and the feeling is making you think how you've gone so long without it.

He cautiously, slowly circles your clit with the pad of his finger as his lips come to kiss on your neck. You can't help the soft moan that falls from your lips as he continues the steady pace. "Good girl," he mumbles against your neck. You let your head rest on his shoulder as labored breaths start emerging from you, soft whines accompanying them as his pace increases slightly. "Ain't no man ever made you feel like this?" he groans softly, his free hand squeezing at your thigh gently. "N-No," you whimper, your hands now clutching at the back of the couch for support as surge after surge of pleasure courses through your body. "God Damn if that ain't the hottest thing I ever heard," he mutters, his pace increasing further.

You are now a moaning mess on top of him. You couldn't help it even if you wanted to, your body moving on it's own accord as you grind onto his finger still massaging at your clit. Your movements cease when you feel the surprise of his index finger slipping inside of you, the stretch slightly uncomfortable. His lips immediately come to your shoulder, kissing it gently as he pauses. "How're you doin'?" his voice asks gently asks gently, causing you to start relaxing around him.

"I-It's a little uncomfortable," you breathe, not trusting your voice to be much louder. "I know, mama. M'sorry, I gotta get you good n' ready though. It'll feel better, I promise." You close your eyes as you try to get used to the feeling, the sensation so foreign to you. "You want me to keep goin'?" You can only nod your head in response as you bury your face in his neck, preparing for the pain. It's not as uncomfortable as you imagined as he begins again, gently stroking you as his thumb come to massage your clit gently. You instantly start relaxing as the tight intrusion becomes more comfortable, the gentle pace becoming more pleasurable as his fingers gently graze against you.

"God," you groan, your hands coming to grip his shoulders tightly. "Bad God or good God?" he mumbles, his free hand coming to thread through your hair. "Good, good God," you gasp, your eyes squeezing shut as you press your face to his neck, another groan falling from your mouth. You hear a low moan escape him when you grind gently down on him. "Such a good girl," he mutters, his lips kissing at your shoulder.

You aren't sure how much more you can take as whines start leaving your throat on their own accord, you hips moving a little faster on his hand. He seems to gather what's happening as his pace increases, helping you reach your breaking point. "Ya sound so pretty, little baby. My little baby. Gonna come all over my fingers like a good girl," he mumbles in your ear along with other words of praise, but they're lost on you as his finger grazes something inside you that has you squeezing your eyes shut, you hands gripping on his shoulders as your orgasm wracks through you, leaving your body a shaking mess on top of him as you come down from your high.

You can't register much in the seconds after as you try to catch your breath, but you know he's picked you up and started walking out of the room as your legs instinctively go to wrap around his waist. He silently walks you over to his bed, setting you down into a standing position at the edge of his bed as he sits on his bed in front of you. He holds his hands out to your shoulders to look you over, and you see his eyes have darkened from their previous sparkling blue. "What do you say we take this off, sweet heart," he mutters, his hands trailing over your dress, landing at the hem as his eyes lock with yours.

You can only nod in response, not trusting your voice as you're still in a daze from your extremely recent orgasm. He leans up to place a soft kiss to your lips before slowly pulling your dress up and over your arms, leaving you in just your bra and panties. Complete mortification washes over you so intensely that you bring your hands to shield your body. No man has ever seen you this way, and it has your face flushing furiously.

"That's alright, mama," Elvis whispers, pulling you close to him as he wraps his arms around your half naked frame. You release a held breath at this, the action making you feel shielded, if only from his eyes. "You don't want me to see ya?" You bury your body further into his, confirming his question as a chuckle escapes him. "No one's ever seen me like this," you whisper, as if there was someone else in the room, that if you were very quiet, maybe no one would know you were almost nude in front of a man you've never met before today. "I-It isn't very proper," you add on, making a soft hum emerge from him. After pausing at your words, he finally says. "Well, it's a good thing you don't gotta worry about bein' proper in front of me, that don't have no place here. Proper is just a fancy word for controlled." This somehow eases your mind a little. You're not sure if it's because he is making sense or because, despite your embarrassment, there is another side of you that is pulling you to pay attention to it.

"Will you show me how?" you mumble as you look him in the eye, and his gaze softens. "'Course I will. You don't have nothin' to worry your pretty little head about," he mumbles, his hands coming to caress your cheek before reaching up to connect his lips to yours once more. He kisses you longer this time, easing you a bit as your urges start returning to you in soft waves. After kissing you a while, he pulls back, his face mere inches from yours. "Let me look at ya."

Deciding you trust him with seeing you this way, you pull back, resisting the urge to shield yourself again as his eyes rake over every inch of you. A low groan leaves his throat as he brings his hand to press on the front of his pants, making your face flush. You look down to where his hand is and see a very prominent bulge just under his palm, making you swallow as you return your eyes to him. "Do you wanna make me feel good, lil' mama?" He groans, his eyes returning to yours. You nod your head more eager than you intend, making a smirk form on his lips. "Get on your knees for me."

You do as he says, getting on your knees right in front of where he's seated. "You ain't never seen a man before, have ya'?" he questions, gauging what the best approach will be. "No, I've never," you breathe as you look up at him from the floor. The groan that falls from his mouth at your response has your thighs clenching together. You don't think you could ever not be affected by hearing the noises that come out of his mouth. "You don't care how it'll look, you still wanna make me feel good, right?" You can only nod your head earnestly as you gaze into his eyes. "I want you to put it in your mouth," he mumbles, his thumb tracing along your bottom lip, much like he did before kissing you for the first time. Your cheeks flush at the notion, but you nod nonetheless, an overwhelming urge to please him coming over you.

You are surprised when he takes his pants off after stripping himself of his shirt, seeing that he was wearing no underwear. Your surprise quickly turns to nerves as your eyes land on his cock, now fully erect and wet at the tip. It is big, very big. A lot larger than you've ever imagined one being. "It's so big," you state before thinking, internally cringing when the words fall from your mouth. "Aw you don't hafta flatter me, I already like ya honey." That damn smirk returns to his face, but his eyes soften when you look up at him, your face innocent and waiting. "Fuck, you're pretty darlin'" he mumbles, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head.

You smile up at him, before wiggling yourslef further between his legs, you smile doesn't last long as you return your attention back to his throbbing erection, and your stomach sinks slightly. "I-I don't know if I can-" you start before he interrupts you. "Yes you can, mama. You'll do great, don't get shy now." The smoothness in his voice calms you as you bring your lips up to his tip, kissing it gently. You hear him inhale above you as his grip tightens slightly on the back of your head. "That's it. That feels good, honey."

Gaining confidence, you open your mouth, wrapping it around his tip before bringing your tongue to graze against his slit. You resist the urge to pull back at the taste, the saltiness foreign to you. After acquainting yourself with the taste of him, you push your lips further on his cock, looking up at him to gauge his reaction. His eyes are already closed as his brow furrows slightly. "God almighty," he groans, making a chuckle escape from your throat. Opening his eyes, he looks down at you, his gaze now lazy with desire. "Open wider," he groans, causing your mouth to open more almost on its own accord, and he gently pushes against your head, forcing his cock further down your throat. You gag at the gentle intrusion as your hands come to his thighs to steady yourself. "Doin' so good, baby. You can do it," he murmurs from above you as you try to relax around him. You quickly learn that you'll have to breathe through your nose from the way he starts thrusting into your mouth, the pace soft yet steady. It's not long before you start experimenting, your tongue coming to trail along his shaft. "Hell, that's good, mama," he whines above you as his grip tightens on your hair, making you moan onto him.

It's not long before he is breathing heavy, his grip on your hair tight, and you wonder how long it will be before he reaches his climax, and it you'll have to swallow it. You don't even know what to expect. You don't have much time to think before he's pulling you off of him. "I wanna come inside you," he murmurs quickly, seeing confusion on your face, before pulling you in for a kiss. You sigh into it as your hands come to wrap around his neck, your legs coming to wrap around his now bare lap. He moans into the kiss as his hands come to your waist, turning you so now he's hovering over you, pushing you gently to lie down.

Your desire has built up so much that it feels like you might burst as you pull him on top of you before crashing your lips to his again, hungry for him. He chuckles softly, but it quickly dissolves as he kisses you back, just as needy as he sinks his body down to yours, softly pressing his erection to your core. You whimper at this as his lips come to your neck, kissing and sucking as he rubs himself against you, groaning onto you, the vibrations traveling straight to your core. "I'll be so gentle with you, baby," he mumbles, his lips trialing down your chest, landing on your nipple as his tongue grazes over it. A gasp escapes your throat at the feeling, your back arching off the bed as you push up into him.

When he pulls his face up from your chest, you are a near puddle underneath him, your bottom lip sore from you biting on it like your life depended on it. He looks in your eyes, lust written all over his face as he gives your lips a peck, then your cheek. "You still want this?" "Yes," you say, almost in a plea as you pull him close to you. You feel him smile against your neck before reaching his hand down between you, gripping his erection in his hand. "You're sure, honey? It'll hurt a little," he breathes, a soft groan falling from his mouth as he glides his cock along your opening. You can't help but press your core against him, needing anything at this point. "Y-Yes, please," you whine, your grip tightening on his shoulders.

It doesn't take long before he lines himself up at your entrance, his lips coming to kiss your face. "Hold onto me," he whispers in your ear and you listen, your grip firm as you prepare for the pain. And, God, does it hurt. When he pushes himself into you, you yelp at the pain, your eyes closing tightly. He quickly brings his thumb to your clit as he rubs softly, causing you to release your iron grip on his dick. "That's it baby, j-just relax for me," he moans, before softly pushing himself into you the rest of the way. He is still inside you as his thumb continues to circle your clit, causing tiny whimpers to leave your throat, despite the harsh sting of him inside you. "Damn, you feel so good," Elvis whines before bring his lips to kiss your neck. "I-It's too big," you whimper, the pain feeling like it won't subside. "It'll feel good in a minute, mama. Jus' gotta start movin'. Trust me, baby." After another moment, you relax enough around him that you tell him to start moving.

The first few thrusts feel uncomfortable and foreign, but as he keeps going, your body quickly starts to respond as your legs wrap around his waist, your hands tightening around his shoulders, no longer out of pain. "I-Is it startin' to feel nice?" he groans, his thumb increasing in speed on your clit. "Jesus, y-yes. It's the best feeling I've e-ever felt," you manage out, your pussy now throbbing around him as he groans at your response. "That's a good girl."

You are both moaning loudly as steadily thrusts into you. He is panting on top of you, groaning as you have your eyes shut tightly, whines falling from your lips steadily. "F-Fuck, you got such a good pussy," he groans, his teeth coming to nip at your neck. This sends a surge through you as you arch up into him, your mind completely fogged. "Feels so good," you whimper as you buck up into him, needing to be as close as possible. He hums in response as his pace increases gently, making your grip on him tighten.

He is now moaning at almost every exhale, some of them turning into whines as he holds you close, the steady pace he started now turning more sporadic. "Such a good little baby, my baby, my baby," he murmurs, his voice praising. "Takin' me so well, doin' so good." You moan at his praises as that familiar feeling starts approaching in the pit of your stomach. "E-Elvis, I-" you start but interrupt yourself with a gasp as he hits that spot inside you. "Go on baby, come on me. My sweet honey, shit. My sweet baby" he rambles, completely gone in his lust. You didn't think you'd be able to hang on any longer as your orgasm approaches, your legs clenching around him as you cry out.

He isn't far behind you as his orgasm comes as soon as you start to come down. "Fuck! Goddamn, shit, hell," he groans as he spills inside you, groan after groan falling from his lips. His thrusts slowly come to a stop as you both gasp for breath. Bringing his lips to your forehead he kisses it once, twice, three times as he hums gently. "You okay, honey?" "Yeah. T-That was really nice," you breathe. He hums in agreement, his hands coming to massage your hips. Your cheeks flush at the feeling of his hands. Pulling himself out of you, he stumbles to his feet, making you giggle as he goes in the bathroom, reentering with a damp rag before dipping himself between your legs to clean you up. You hiss at the sensitivity and he is quick to apologize as he gently wipes you clean.

Pulling you into his arms, you don't even think about the possible repercussions for your actions as you cuddle back into him. "Can we do that again?" you whisper, making him laugh out as his grip tightens around your waist. "Yeah, baby. I'll need a few minutes though." "Okay," you mumble as you lean back into him, his lips connecting to your neck.

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