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lunarmoves · 2 months

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you were used to slipping into the daycare unnoticed for your lunch breaks.

it was easy to crack open the giant castle doors and beeline straight for the security desk amongst all the running and laughing of children. they never paid you any attention unless they were either on their own or looking for trouble. you didn't mind, of course. you were just another face in an endless crowd of faces and it was what you preferred.

today, however... today was different.

the moment you stepped through the doors, lunch bag in hand, you heard a few kids exclaim loudly. now, that typically wasn't unusual, but what was unusual were their pointed stares in your direction and sly smiles. you raised an eyebrow at a small group of children who were closest to the doors, and they all shrieked with laughter at your look and scattered deeper into the daycare.

weird, but they were kids, so 'weird' was an understatement.

you shrugged it off easily and made your way over to the security desk to plop yourself down on the spinning chair. your lunch was deposited lazily atop the surface in front of you—in front of a dusty old computer that took a million years to even turn on—and you rummaged around for your sandwich. pulling it out, you unwrapped it and leaned back in your chair to do a bit of daycare observing.

you paused, sandwich halfway to your mouth.

you were... getting quite a bit of stares from the children today, it seemed.

they weren't even surreptitious about it. children never were. their wide eyes peeked at you from over shoulders and behind slides. you stuck your tongue out at a little girl holding a plush of roxy, and she giggled before turning on her heel and making a run for a playpen. you surveyed the daycare for a bit, then hummed. you couldn't see sun anywhere. you wondered what he was up to.

for all the stares you were getting, none of them really approached you. which was fine. it just made eating your food a little awkward. a majority lost interest in you eventually, but there were still a handful who looked like they were debating coming up to you or not.

where the hell is sun? you questioned again as you finished off your sandwich and started on a bag of chips. it was not like him to leave you hanging around on your own—especially with how short your break was. you squinted your eyes and peered about, moving in your chair as you tried to see if he was hiding out anywhere.

mmm, not by the ball pit nor the drawing tables. what about in the— there! behind one of the playpens. you caught a glimpse of two wide, white eyes from around an edge before they disappeared. immediately after, you could hear a chorus of giggles and a few kids peeked at you from the same spot. ah. they were scheming. typical.

you rolled your eyes in good nature, then leaned back in your chair. there were a few shhhs and hushed laughs from the same direction. sun was probably telling a story or something. maybe somehow roping you into a quick game—it wasn't like he hadn't ever done it before.

there was a tug on your shirt. glancing down, you were met with the tiny figure of a kid probably no older than five. they looked up at you in mischief, looking over their shoulder a bit like they were trying not to get caught.

you leaned over your chair's arm. "yes?"

"i have a secret to tell you!" they blurted out in a stage whisper. they wiggled slightly in place like they wanted to run around but was forcing themself to stay.

"oh really?" you grinned and spun around slightly so you could lean in closer. "can i ask you a question first?"

they hummed and looked over their shoulder again, then back at you with wide, imploring eyes. "okay, but really fast!"

"do you know why everyone's been staring at me, hm?"

they jumped slightly, waving their hands out by their sides. "oh! oh! that's my secret!"

you tilted your head in intrigue, then offered the kid your ear so they could whisper into it. "alright, what is it?"

they giggled quietly, then raised themself up on their tip toes with a hand cupped by their mouth to shield it. "mr. sun has a crush!" their breath tickled at your ear.

you leaned back and raised an eyebrow down at them. curiosity gripped at your insides firmly. you weren't sure how that was related to your question. "really now? who is it?"

they grinned slyly at you—missing front teeth and all. "it's—"

"riley! what did we say about going behind the security desk?!"

sun popped up from the front of the desk—limited by his protocols—and leaned over to look down at riley with a forced smile. they shrieked and spun on their heel to run away deeper into the daycare. sun's face plate spun as he followed them with squinted eyes, but before he could give chase, you spoke up in amusement.

"you've been busy, i see," you said, and sun turned back to look at you with his head tilted. you made a vague gesture around the daycare—where the kids were rather obviously staring at you and sun. "care to explain?"

he made a sound like he was torn. then a yellow finger pointed at you.

"later!" he rushed out, then moved his finger to tap at his wrist. "your break is up and i have a little rulebreaker to catch. come back later, okay friend?"

and then he left, shouting riley's name out as they laughed and tried their best to avoid him to no avail. you shook your head, then swept up all your garbage into your bag before heading back to work.

riley's words lingered in your mind and made something odd twinge in your gut.

later came quickly.

you made your way out of parts 'n services at the end of your shift and back up towards the daycare. by now, most of the kids would be checked out. you waved at a few other staff and eventually slipped into the daycare, where you spotted sun rushing about in his post-shift cleaning spree.

"oh! you're here!" he caught sight of you immediately, slowing down to a stop. you made your way closer. "hello, friend!"

"heyo." you stood at his side with your hands in your pockets. you had to crane your head back to meet his gaze. "everything go smoothly today?"

"yep yep!" he spun a red ball on his index finger, then threw it over his shoulder so it landed in the ball pit a distance away. he seemed to grimace. "for the most part."

"about that," you drawled, something sly making its way into your voice. that strange feeling in your gut had persisted and you did your best to ignore it. "a crush, huh?"

his rays retracted a bit, his smile pulling down in a glower. "so riley did tell you." it was more of a statement than a question, like he knew the answer anyways.

"yeah." you watched him carefully, his hands moving to wring themselves together as he hunched forward. he couldn't quite meet your eye.

he scowled off to the side. "i should ban them myself."

you let out a pfft and bent down to pick up a stray moon plush laying on the ground. you ran your thumbs over its soft cheeks. "aw, don't be like that. they're a kid. they all can't keep secrets for shit."

"language!" sun automatically chided you, but you waved him off and headed over to the toy bin to toss the plush into it.

"soooo," you started, partially glad you had your back turned to him at the moment. "who is it?"

tick. "what do you mean?"

"who's your crush?" you asked curiously and turned back around. loose-limbed. nonchalant. you tried not to ponder over the implications of a robot having such emotions. it made you feel strange in a way that wasn't entirely negative.

sun stared at you, rays tick-tick-ticking slowly around his head. his fingers twitched. and when he spoke, it was in a confused, quiet voice. "...they didn't say?"

you huffed. "you interrupted before they could." you walked closer to sun so you could poke him on the arm. "so? spill the beans!" you forced a cheeky grin onto your face. "who is it? come on, you can tell me. promise i won't tell anyone." it was like each word you spoke was a small stab into your gut and you couldn't tell why.

sun only looked at you—incredulous, almost, but not quite. his head cocked to the side. you waited patiently, willing yourself not to waver or back down.

eventually, he seemed to force himself back into action. he continued to pick up stray toys. "hmm! i don't know, friend! do you think you're at a high enough friendship level to find out?"

was he seriously teasing you right now?

you scoffed, but let yourself fall willingly into banter. "okay, fine, don't tell me. have you told them at least?"

sun made a thoughtful sound, halfway bent down to grab a toy train. his gaze lingered on your own. there was something to it that you couldn't quite place. "nope! don't plan to, either."

"well, why not?" you asked confusedly. you followed after him like a duckling trailing its mother. "don't you wanna know if they return your feelings?"

"something tells me they don't." sun sighed—a tint of something longing at the tailend of his artificial breath.

you frowned. "well, why do you think that?"

sun shot you a look, then gestured down at himself. the bells attached to his wrists jingled with the motion. "my dear, look at me! why would they?"

you only stared at him. "i... don't see the problem?"

sun stared back at you. it was quiet. very, very quiet.

"you are quite strange, friend," he replied after a moment, his rays spinning around slightly.

"thanks? i guess." you scratched at your head. this was... weird, wasn't it. "that still doesn't answer my question."

"nothing to answer!" he sing-songed out and turned on his heel to finish up around the daycare.

you groaned. there was something causing you to press—something that prevented you from letting go of the topic. "come on! you can tell me! friend to friend. why really won't you tell them?"

sun sighed, and you could tell the precise moment when he gave in to your insistence. "there is just no swaying you, is there? fine."

you watched on as he rolled back his shoulders and turned around. faintly, you could see white pupils over a backdrop of grey. locked unrelentingly onto your form in a half-lidded gaze.

"i just don't think," he said in a low, low voice that made your breath get caught up in your throat, "they'll quite like what i want to do to them."

and then he smiled, teeth jagged like the edge of a serrated knife.

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miguelswifey04 · 11 months

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May I request Miguel “The wilderness must be explored” O’Hara insisting on eating the reader out even though the reader hasn’t had time to go get their usual waxing done?

oh god yes! i love your brain 🧠 <3

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“relax, i don’t care if you’ve waxed or not.” miguel rolled his eyes in a playful manner as he gripped onto your plush thighs. his fingers were digging into the edges of your thighs as they dipped into the pillowy areas—leaving finger marks. you slightly closed your legs on his face as you felt your cheeks warm up at his comment.

“but—miguel, i really haven’t waxed wouldn’t that make you feel—” miguel cut you off as his grip loosened a bit and went up to meet your face as he gave you a soft kiss against your lips, “i promise you, i don’t care whether you have shaved or not. please let me taste you, sweetheart.” he reassured you multiple times as he promised you he didn’t mind at all. you simply nodded while you felt yourself get wetter as miguel traced hot hungry kisses on your breasts for more reassurance. he did so to ease your nervousness. he tore your bra off in one swift motion and he massaged your small perky breasts, bringing his face up close. he always praised for how beautiful and perfect you were in his eyes no matter what. he then took one breast in his hand while he latched his lips onto your other hardened peak. he suckled gently and harshly earning moans from your pretty mouth. he took his time with you as his main focused was to play and caresses your nipples. he loved how wet you’d get every time he’d give attention to your perky breasts, and with that miguel teasingly brought his hand down to your damp panties. he could feel how swollen your clit was as he gently circled your clit with your fingers in a teasing manner. your body trembled and jolted from the immense pleasure…it was pretty stimulating since you were always so sensitive.

“ah, sensitive as always, don’t worry you’ll be screaming my name when i eat you out.” miguel’s lips left your hardened peaks with a pop as he lowered himself down to your wet panties. god he could smell just how wet you were which made his cock harden and slightly twitch within the confines of his boxers. “you smell so good…”

with one hook of his fingers miguel brought your panties to the side seeing a few strings of your wetness connected to your panties. you were a mess and to say you were also nervous was an understatement. this was your first time miguel was going to eat you out where you haven’t shaved at all. miguel looks up at you with hungry and lust in his eyes. all you could do was nod giving him your permission to eat you out. so, miguel grabbed the back of your thighs angling your knees to meet your chest so he could have the perfect view of your hairy pussy. he couldn’t lie to himself the view of your hairy pussy made him harder than other times where you’ve shaved. his warm breath ghosting against your most intimate of areas. he could see the way your pussy and the tight hole of your ass clench around over nothing.

without hesitation, his tongue darts out to swipe along your folds, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips. his movements are purposeful, his tongue skillfully exploring every sensitive spot, flicking and teasing with precision. “you taste so fucking good, muñeca.”

the sensation is electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. miguel’s devotion to your pleasure is evident in his fervent efforts, each lick and caress driving you closer to the edge. his hands wander, exploring your curves and guiding you towards the peak of ecstasy. while miguel laps up the excess juices that spilled out from your pussy, he brought his other hand where his thumb rubbed small gentle circles on your other hole. he would casually dip his thumb inside the tight hole of your ass as you moaned out his name. “mmm-mmiguel mmmmm, deeper-” he always liked to give you the upmost pleasure and he loved seeing you so weak under his control. he fingered your ass with his thumb while focusing on making out with your pretty hairy pussy.

moans of delight escape your lips as his skilled tongue brings you to the brink of release, the intensity building within you. the power and control you exert over miguel, even in this role reversal, fuels your desire further, heightening the pleasure coursing through your veins. he would dip a couple fingers inside your soaking pussy that was coated with his saliva as he continued to suck and circle his tongue against your clit. your thighs squeeze his face as he grunts over on your swollen clit.

as you reach your climax, you whole body convulses as you feel the warm rush of your essence coating miguel’s face. he continues to lap up your essence with unyielding dedication, his own desire evident in the way he devours every drop. he slightly let’s go of your legs as you meet his gaze. his chin is wet from your essence and he licks his fingers all clean right in front of you. “you always taste so good…but i’m not done with you wet.” your face contorts in a confused look as miguel brings you closer to the edge of the bed as he stands up right in front of you. “get ready because i can go for a couple rounds.”

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a/n: good god 😩

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gojos-fr-bae · 2 months

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Daddy's Day

Pairing: Gojo x fem!eader

Warnings: Heavy Heavy angst, cussing, dyuszcbjsuifk

Word Count: 884

A/N: Heyy, so I've been experiencing writer's block recently with Liar pt.7 so I decided to take a break & write this. Loving the Gojo family au. Also, this was ipired by something written by @zuffer-weird-girl (I love her writing so much, omd)

Hope you enjoy <3

(Requests open)

Satoru had been away for the past week on a mission that had been meant to last two days.

He stepped into the house, expecting to be welcomed by you and your son Kaito at the door, but he was met by complete silence.

All the lights in the house were off except for the one in the living room and the kitchen. He walked into the living room and saw his son Kaito seated on the couch facing the tv which was playing whatever cartoon it was that he was obsessed with recently. He was in his dinosaur onesie and was hugging his monkey plushie tightly against his chest.

“Hey buddy!” Satoru said, walking to Kaito with his arms open,ready to give him a hug, but the seven-year-old looked up at his father with sadness coating his features before he got up and ran to his room, slamming the door behind himself.

To say Satoru was confused would be an understatement.

He slowly walked into the kitchen and saw you seated at the counter drinking whiskey…WHISKEY.

You only even drank whiskey when shit was getting deep, so now he knew for sure that something was wrong.

“Hey wifey, " he said in a soft voice, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, placing a kiss against your cheek.

“Mmm”is all you could respond to him, you didn’t even have the energy to respond to it.

“What’s up, and why is Kaito so upset?” he inquired, taking a seat next to you. You stared down at your drink ,swirling it slowly in your glass.

“Satoru, where have you been? Your mission was only meant to last two days.”

“Yeah, I know, but the mission ran a bit later and I also chose to stay back an extra two days after we finished just to make sure that there were no more curses left in the area.” he responded nervously, not sure where you were going with this.

“So, yesterday, and today, you were away…by choice?” you questioned in disbelief.

“Y-yeah, um…why?”

“Satoru, what promise did you make to your son? What day was it yesterday?”

He was so lost, he was trying to wrack his brain and remember wha- oh. Oh Fuck.

Oh no. No No NO NO NO NO NO!

How could he forget? How the fuck could he forget?!

Yesterday, all the kids in Kaito’s class were meant to come to class with their dads, and Kaito asked Gojo if he would be able to make it, and he promised he would.

“Satoru, Kaito waited, and waited, and waited, and you didn’t show up. All the kids in his class started making fun of him, telling him that you didn’t even love him enough to show up. Satoru, he was crying for HOURS! And he hasn’t spoken to me, or anyone else the whole day. And you didn’t show up BECAUSE YOU FELT THAT DOING A JOB YOU WEREN'T EVEN ASKED TO DO! WHAT THE FUCK GOJO!?” You screamed, eyes tearing up as you lost your patience with your husband.

Shit. Words couldn’t even begin to cover how much Satoru HATED himself right now. He was actually an awful father. He was speechless. He couldn’t even move, and his breath was stuck in his throat.

“Please, go talk to him, he needs it.” you said softly, patting his back softly, before making your way to bed.

Satoru could feel his eyes begin to sting as he was beating himself up. He could only imagine how Kaito must have felt. He had to go through all of that because of his stupid decision.

He slowly made his way to his son’s room before knocking on the door gently.

“Kai, it’s daddy, please I come in.” he said softly.

No answer.

He opened the door and saw a sight that absolutely broke his heart. Kaito was sitting on his bead, with his back against the wall, facing the door. He had brought his knees up to his chest and he was clutching his monkey plush as hard as his tiny fingers could. But his eyes were bloodshot and he had tears steadily flowing down his face as he sobbed softly.

“Buddy,” Satoru’s voice broke as the buy completely broke down and started wailing uncontrollably.

Satoru ran to him and pulled him into his chest, hugging him tight, as he felt his own stray tears flow down his cheeks.

“I love you so much, buddy, and I’m so so so sorry.” He kept on apologizing over and over again, until Kaito had cried himself to sleep. He slowly tucked Kaito into bed, before kissing his forehead and leaving the room.

He slowly dragged himself to your room, closed the door behind him before sliding down with his back against it. You looked at him and made your way to him as he broke down. He clutched you with his all as painful sobs racked his body.

He was beating himself up for being a horrible father and you tried to console him but nothing seemed to be working. He wanted to be a good father, and a good husband but he couldn’t even seem to do that.

How was he meant to be the strongest when he felt so weak?

Hope you enjoyed!

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strangererotica · 3 months

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EXPLICIT CONTENT • MINORS DNI • older!daddy!dom!Steve Harrington x bratty!fem!reader • Includes daddy kink, teasing, jealousy/possessiveness, implied age gap (reader 20’s or 30’s, Steve 40’s or 50’s) rough sex, talking back, spanking, oral, and fluff ♥️

All semblance of calm left Steve’s eyes the moment he saw what you were wearing. Normally, he enjoyed the little ‘show,’ you put on for him before leaving for a night out with your girlfriends. But not this time.

You pranced down the stairs in quite possibly the shortest mini skirt Steve had ever seen. In fact, he wasn’t sure the strip of material could even be called a skirt at all. The way it hugged your body, accentuating the curve of your hips and tummy, made Steve’s cock twitch despite his surprise. You were gorgeous. And not to mention, the blouse you were wearing: soft, thin fabric that barely concealed your bra-less breasts beneath it, nipples poking prominently through the sheer material.

Steve could feel the jealousy boiling in his stomach; he didn’t want any other man or woman in Hawkins to see what belonged to him, what only HE was privileged enough to see. He could be a bit domineering at times, and perhaps that was an understatement. But you loved pressing Steve’s buttons, testing his jealousy. Sometimes, you’d openly flirt with other men in front of Steve, because you knew the ‘punishment,’ for your behavior would be fucking WORTH IT.

Steve’s jaw was tight as he watched you descend the stairs. You caught the look immediately, and a little thrill shivered inside you. This is exactly the response you’d hoped to inspire. So you decided to go all-in with your teasing little game.

“Do you like my outfit, Daddy?” you asked, blinking up at him innocently. Steve pressed his lips together a moment before speaking, as if choosing his words carefully. “You dressed yet?” he asked, and you giggled.

“Of course I’m dressed, silly!” you replied, resting your hands lightly on his chest. “Your eyes must be playing tricks on you, old man.”

It was said with levity, in a playful tone, but Steve was not amused. You often teased him about his age when you wanted him to fuck you stupid, like now, and show you exactly what a man his age could DO…

Steve grit his teeth behind his lips. “Oh yeah?” he said. “Well, if you were dressed, would it be this easy for me to grab a handful of your ass?”

You winced as Steve’s palm slid in an instant beneath your skirt and squeezed one side of your ass, hard. The thrill inside you grew, going straight to your core.

“Well you do have big hands, Daddy,” you mused, sinking yourself against Steve’s warm palm.

“Mmm-hmm,” Steve agreed. “And you know what Daddy can do with his hands, don’t you Princess?”

He abruptly pulled his hand away and spanked the cheek of your ass he’d been gripping. A little gasp of surprise and excitement left your lips, and you smiled in spite of the act you were pulling. Steve was NOT smiling, however. He was pissed.

“Give me one good reason why I should let you go out tonight half naked,” he said, his voice low. You shook your head, feigning ignorance. “I don’t understand,” you responded. “I’m wearing a skirt and a blouse. That hardly makes me naked-.”

Another swat on your ass silenced you.

“Don’t talk back to me, (y/n),” Steve warned. The darkness in his tone sent your heart fluttering, warmth pooling between your legs. Both of Steve’s hands were on your ass now, massaging you, kneading roughly.

“You think I’d let you show everyone in this town what’s mine, and only mine?” he asked, pulling you a little closer. “Think I’d let you trot this pussy all over Hawkins like it’s nothing? Like it doesn’t belong to me…?”

You shivered as Steve’s hand slid between your thighs, cupping your pussy in his large, warm palm. Steve’s lip curved in a grin at your response, at feeling how soaking wet you were.

“Aww,” he cooed, massaging your slick between the folds of your pussy, purposefully neglecting your clit. “Looks like somebody’s misbehaving on purpose…”

Your eyes lolled back as Steve pressed two fingers inside you easily, considering how wet you were already. You moaned at the thickness of his touch inside you, the way he instantly found your g-spot and curved his fingers around it. “Oh baby,” Steve purred against your ear as you sank your forehead into his chest. “That’s right, thats my girl…”

You buried your nose against the coarse hair of Steve’s chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him, letting his warmth consume you. “Such a good girl…such a good girl for Daddy…” Steve‘s voice was like syrup, sweet and soothing as he gently stroked inside your pussy. “Gave in so easily…” You frowned, momentarily caught off guard. “Didn’t give her Daddy any trouble at all,” Steve murmured sweetly. “Just a couple of fingers up her cunt, and she forgets how to be a brat…”

You lifted your head from Steve’s chest, meeting his eyes. He was smirking at you, fingers buried to his knuckles in your cunt. He clearly thought he’d won, that he’d broken you. But it wasn’t a gentle fuck you were after; you wanted to be punished. A soft fingering wasn’t going to be enough; and you realized that unless you showed Steve that you were still VERY much a brat, he wasn’t going to be convinced…

So with all the strength you could muster, considering how fucking amazing Steve’s fingers felt up your cunt, you looked up at him and said with a straight face, “I have somewhere to be, Daddy.” You pushed Steve’s arm out from between your legs, lifting off his fingers with a wet squelch. “You’ll just have to play with my pussy later…”

Steve’s lips curved into a circle of surprise; he had NOT been anticipating this from you. But his demeanor shifted quickly to something much darker, his eyes staring you down intensely. “Later?” he muttered, his voice like ice. “You’re gonna make me wait, Princess?”

Your heart raced once again as you nodded, happy to see this darker Steve returning.

“The hell I will,” Steve growled. His hand found your hair, fingers clutching it just tightly enough not to hurt. You tried not to smile, but it was difficult to hide it. THIS was the Steve you’d been trying to provoke.

He led you by your hair to the nearby sofa, pushing you down so your ass was facing him. Another hard swat of his palm against it had you wincing, grinning freely into the couch cushions where Steve couldn’t see. “Fucking brat,” Steve murmured over your back, moving to straddle you. “Full of surprises tonight, aren’t you Princess?”

Steve pulled the skirt up over your ass and spanked you again, leaving a mark this time which he quickly soothed with his palm. You didn’t mind Steve roughing you up, but he was worried sometimes about going too far and accidentally hurting you. “You good, Princess?” he asked, and you quickly replied “yes, Daddy. But I wish you’d spank me next.”

Steve almost laughed out loud at your audacity, but restrained himself. He didn’t restrain his hand, however, and this time, his smack against your ass brought a tear to your eye. “Fuck yes,” you groaned into the couch cushion, your voice muffled but Steve could still hear it. He was on his knees behind you now, straddling your legs. His fingers slid under the waist of your thong panties and yanked them off of you, unintentionally ripping the elastic in his haste. “Oops,” he muttered under his breath, throwing the strip of fabric aside.

Steve took in the view of your bare ass, your cheeks crimson from his punishment. He pressed a hand to your back, sliding his palm down your spine, his touch lingering at the dip just above your ass. He leaned forward, taking a bit of your skin between his teeth. You flinched, your body tensing at the slight pain. Steve massaged your skin between his teeth, working his way across your ass, his hands on either side, groping.

When he was finished, Steve spread you open, and sank his face between your cheeks. You exhaled as his tongue slid down between your pussy lips and slowly up over your asshole. Steve continued to massage you, kneading your ass like dough in his strong hands. You arched your back, pressing your ass into his face. Steve obliged you, tilting his chin so you were now sitting on his face, the tip of his nose slipping between the lips of your pussy, his tongue lapping at your clit from behind.

Steve ate you like this till you were screaming his name, cum spraying his chin and trickling into his mouth like a small stream. He rutted his face between your lips letting you ride his nose as you came, breathing through his mouth in between swallowing your cum, grateful for every single drop. You were left shaking and crying into the couch, your mind and body completely fucked stupid. Steve had finally broken you, his little brat, and he smiled over your back at his victory, licking his slick lips and taking a moment to savor his win.

He flipped you over by your shoulders and hoisted you up onto the couch, your back against it. The look on your face was priceless: eyes glassy, half-lidded and dumb, your mouth hanging open lazily as you readily accepted whatever else your Daddy wanted to do to you. He knelt against the couch with one knee, eyes fixed on yours as he undid his pants. You were lost in a haze of bliss, taking in the sight of Steve’s drenched face and shirt, the smell of your pussy filling the air between you. He spit on his cock and pumped it a few times in his fist, lining himself up with your entrance.

In one hard thrust, Steve entered you fully, his balls slapping wet against your sopping cunt. He growled low in his chest, your wet heat enveloping and sucking him as he pulled his hips backward. Thrusting into you again, you felt the breath knocked out of your lungs. THIS is the fucking you’d needed Steve to give you, making you come harder than you ever had before and then stuffing you with his cock to do it all again…

He punched your insides like he was actually angry, hands locked around your hips, not letting you escape, even as you bucked and whimpered against his chest. Steve panted into your hair, dusting it off your shoulders as he fucked your ass into the couch. Your body was weak, depleted from the sheer power of the climax you’d just had on Steve’s face. He knew you could do it again, however, could already feel another orgasm building within you as your walls trembled around him.

“Come on, Princess,” he soothed, his forehead pressed to yours as he thrusted deep inside you. “You can do it…come for Daddy, baby…” Steve’s voice was so gentle it made you weak, the scent of your cunt on his breath as he spoke sending you over the edge. Your legs shook around Steve’s waist, your heels kicking into his ass as he pummeled your cunt. The room around you went white as your eyes squeezed shut, the force of your orgasm rocking you even harder than the one before it. Steve’s cock was prodding your deepest space, nearly splitting you in half. It would have been painful, SHOULD have been painful, but your body was too lost in the intensity of your climax to know it.

He moaned your name against your ear, a beautiful desperation and love in his tone. “Come for me, Daddy,” you begged, a hot tear streaming down your cheek. “Come inside this pussy…it belongs to you…”

At that, Steve lost the last bit of restraint he had, growling into your shoulder as he emptied himself against your cervix. You felt his cum filling you, breeding you, marking you once again as his, and only his.

Steve’s chest was wet with sweat and your cum soaked into his shirt. He gently lifted off of you, panting down at you, and smiled. You lifted your face to meet Steve’s, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his, still wet with your slick. “I love you, Daddy,” you breathed, a soft smile spreading your lips.

Steve kissed you, deeply, his cum-soaked tongue folding gently with yours. He pulled back and sleepily blinked down at you, grinning. “Love you too, Princess.”

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oqwwah · 11 months

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#UH OH - IM FALLING IN LOVE AGAIN

you were simply just his assistant, nothing more, nothing less. so the one time he brings gabriella to work and notices how maternal you look once you get to know her, why did he think that he was falling in love again ? single dad! miguel o'hara x fem! reader "gabi,, baby." he mutters, holding her close to his chest. "pleaseee! it's only this once, promise!" the six year old begs in his arms, "i jus- i just really don't wanna go to school."

miguel sighs, looking down at his daughter, muttering a quick

"okay, fine". ~

and that's how miguel o'hara, the spiderman 2099, was found hand holding his curious daughter as he lead her through the endless halls of the spider society. the silence was almost threatening in each room he walked in, the only sound heard was the stagger of gabriella's hot pink rolling backpack which followed behind them.

to say people were surprised was an understatement, they were almost gobsmacked at the sheer image of their boss with a (happily alive) daughter. their mouths were agape in utter confusion, causing miguel to tug gabi , while she just smiled and waved at them. "mr o'hara!" you called out as he entered his office. "i filed the reports from yesterday and i did the analy-" you stopped speaking when you saw the young girl aside him. "is this your dau-" "this is my daughter, gabriella" he sounded as stoic as ever, but with the tiniest amount of endearment when he called her his daughter.

"you can call me gabi!" she smiled, sticking her hand out like she's watched her father done one too many times.

you chuckled as you leant down to shake her hand,

"i'm your fathers assistant, my name's y/n." she smiled gleefully as you spoke,

"oh i know youu, my dad tal-"

"gabi." his voice was stern, successfully making her quiet. "miss l/n, please continue with what you were saying before?" he asked, a bit less sombre than usual.

"oh! so i filed the reports which were submitted yesterday, and i did an analysis of the new rapture. i emailed it to you earlier today, but basically, it doesn't look like it would benefit you in anyway."

gabi looked at the two of you in awe. "mm," he hummed, "i'll look at it later. thank you."

a couple moments later you were sitting at your desk, not too far away from miguel since you were his assistant. gabi was spinning around endlessly on his rolling chair, making you smile as you watched.

when she caught that you had your attention on her, she hopped off the chair and dizzily ran towards you.

"miss y/n! whatcha doin'?" she asked, peering onto your laptop screen,

"i'm just sorting your fathers schedule" you explain, "you looked like you were having a good time spinning on that chair huh?" you smile to her, she scratched her neck guiltily, much like her father.

"aha, im kinda boredd"

"ask your father if he could take you around the building perhaps? my personal favourite is the room where margot stays, shes really sweet." you look down at gabriella, smiling gently.

"he looks busy.." she pouted a bit,

"i mean, he's a busy guy. but have you thought of asking him?" you knew that miguel could definitely hear you from his desk, you were in the same room for christs sake!

"mmm, can you take me on a tour?" she looked up at you in awe,

"i mean, im not busy right now. perhaps if you asked mr o'har-"

"take her" he said, looking towards you two, the smallest smiled displayed towards his daughter. you didn't know it was to you too.

gabriella squealed in delight as she took you by the hand and dragged you out of that room.

you took her nearly everywhere, she met everyone (she nearly cried at the sight of the spidersaur), and gabi seemed to enjoy her tour, saying hello, taking photos on her ipad camera. she even played just dance with numerous spider people!

you were sitting down next to her as she napped in the medic, she felt tired and wanted to rest, so the medic was your best option. there was no way you would've hurt her, you probably would be packing your desk up if that was the case.

"hey" miguel nodded as he strolled into the room, smiling gently as he saw his daughters resting body. he placed his palm on her head, checking for fever,

"she's fine, she just had a tiring day." you smile, "she plays a lot of just dance." miguel chuckles at the mention of his and and gabriella's favourite game.

"yeah," he paused for a long moment. "uhm, y/n. i just, i just wanted to say thank you, for everything."

"ah, no worries. she's a sweet girl, you did well mr. o'hara" you smiled gently, still admiring how much he cared for his daughter.

"even though you are human, you're a valuable asset to this society" he praised, offering you a smile.

"oh, thanks sir" you were a bit stunned at the sudden compliment.

"i mean it y/n, i don't let just anyone get to know my daughter" # I THOUGHT THE PLANE WAS GOING DOWN - HOW'D YOU TURN IT RIGHT AROUND?

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kisakis-boyfriend · 10 months

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Spoiling Kisaki

Pairings: Kisaki x Hanma x Reader

Warnings: Male!reader, sub/bottom!Kisaki, top/dom!Reader & Hanma, lots of praise and affection, double penetration, tiny bit of angst towards the end (Kisaki being overwhelmed by the realization that he's loved)

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: Angsty feelings in my smut? It's more likely than you think. -> Part 2

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Getting Kisaki into this position took a bit of coaxing, weeks of coaxing, to be more accurate. All of the hours spent talking over safe words, what was off of the table and what was ok, reassuring him that you would take it nice and slow, and showering him in extra affection were about to pay off

To say that he was nervous would be an understatement. Sure he'd had sex with you and Hanma before, but that was separately. He could handle one at a time but... the thought of both of his boyfriends fucking him together? The anticipation sent a shiver crawling up his spine

Here he was, already stripped down and stood in between the two of you. Hanma, ever the eager one, planted his hands on Kisaki's hips and pulled him backwards, flush against his chest

“C'mere, baby” He said, his lips just inches from Kisaki's ear. “Lemme feel you up against me”

The slight nibbling on his ear caused a surge of heat throughout Kisaki's small frame. His nails dug into Hanma's hands as he started to squirm around

You took one of Kisaki's hands into your own and laced your fingers together, taking note of the little mewl he let out at such a simple gesture. Your other hand gently turned his head so that he was facing you

You gently kissed his lips and cooed, “So cute. How are you feeling, baby?”

“F-fine” he stuttered out. Once again avoiding your gaze and attempting to hide his flushed expressions. More cute noises escaping his lips as he felt Hanma's hand move down to caress his thigh. Your own hand sliding down his chest, finding his nipples and beginning to pinch and roll them between your fingers, eliciting small gasps and whines from him

Hanma licked a long line up Kisaki's neck, earning him a disgruntled whine and probably a glare, if Kisaki had been facing him. “Getting excited, babe? Good” Hanma purred. He wrapped his hand around Kisaki's growing erection and started stroking him, sucking on the sensitive flesh of his neck all the while

Kisaki moaned from the sudden contact on two very sensitive places simultaneously. “Hah... oh fuck.. mmm” As he moaned out you stopped playing with his chest only to place your thumb on his bottom lip. Kisaki's half-lidded eyes looked up into yours as he took your thumb into his mouth and sucked on it obediently

You unlaced your fingers and brought his wrist up against your lips. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as you trailed loving kisses all along his wrist, his palm, and each of his fingers. Allowing him to feel a tenderness that he'd never felt before

His mind was already becoming hazy as the pleasure that Hanma was giving him, and the delicate ministrations you were giving him, overwhelmed his senses. If things kept going like this, he's not sure if he'd be able to stand by himself

And then Hanma ceased his hand movements, leaving Kisaki whining as you also removed your thumb from his mouth and grabbed both of his wrists so you could pull him against your chest.

You snaked one hand around his waist while your other hand lightly scratched the back of his head as he relaxed and leaned into you more. Hanma began to work his fingers into Kisaki, properly stretching him before moving onto the main event

You leaned down a bit to capture Kisaki's mouth with another kiss. Swallowing his moans as Hanma fingered him open. You raked your nails up and down his back, causing him to shiver and arch into you and causing Hanma to push on his prostate, earning a high-pitched moan in return

Hanma removed his fingers and stroked himself, lubing up his cock before he lined it up with Kisaki's ass. He slowly pushed himself in until he bottomed out, groaning at the tightness

Kisaki moaned into your chest, nails digging into your forearms as Hanma began to slide in and out of him. “Fuck, that feels so good. You're gripping me so tightly, babe.” Hanma managed, between grunts of pleasure. “Feels good, yeah?”

Kisaki nodded, only able to moan as Hanma's speed increased, causing Kisaki to rock against you with every thrust. “Ah- Ah- Aah~”

“You're doing so good for us, baby” You said, kissing the top of his head. Your hands gently caressed his body while Hanma's gripped his hips hard enough to leave a bruise later on

“G-gonna-” Kisaki choked out. Hanma stopped his motions with one last thrust, burying himself in Kisaki's hole

“N-no... don't... stop...” Kisaki panted, on the verge of cumming right then and there, but you couldn't have that. The real fun hadn't even begun yet

“Not yet, sweetie.” You said, holding his face in your hands and rubbing your thumb against his cheek. “Not until you're stuffed with both of us, ok?” Your lips leaving another sweet kiss upon his before backing away and letting Hanma lean Kisaki against his chest again

You smiled at him as you began stroking yourself, though you were already pretty hard. You wanted to make sure that you were lubed up nicely. After all, you didn't want to hurt Kisaki. Both you and Hanma were pretty big on your own...taking both of you in one hole was not exactly an easy task...

Hanma hummed as he watched you touch yourself. Licking his lips and wishing that he could take you as well...perhaps you'd fuck him later if he begged for it?

He wrapped his hand around Kisaki's neck, forcing him to watch you jerk yourself off too. His other hand began to stroke Kisaki's cock, keeping him nice and hard. He humped into Kisaki's hole, growing more and more excited with every minute

He finally lifted Kisaki up, holding his legs open and slowly rocking in and out of him. Your cue to come over there and line yourself up with Kisaki's pretty hole and push into it

Kisaki threw his head back onto Hanma's shoulder, the feeling of two cocks trying to squeeze into him was already overwhelming

“Shh, relax, honey. Just breathe, I'll go slow” You soothed. Kisaki took a deep breath and nodded, wrapping his arms around your neck and bracing himself

You tried to push your way in as gently as you could, he was so fucking tight even after Hanma fucked him. You gave him a second to adjust before pushing in a bit further. Then further, then a little more, until you were in as far as you could go

Kisaki's eyes rolled back as he was fully stuffed with both of your cocks. The mix of pain and pleasure made him feel lightheaded, but you both kept him grounded and awake

You both moved at different paces, one of you thrusting faster while the other moved torturously slow, then switching speeds before syncing up your thrusts

Kisaki had never felt so full before, nor had he ever felt so loved. You were both filling him to the brim with your dicks, and yet, you were both so careful with him. While he would be sore and covered in all sorts of bruises and other marks afterwards, he knew that the two of you would kiss every last mark and shower him in all sorts of praise. He didn't dare to let his mind linger on that for too long though, he had nearly shed tears when you shoved your dick into his already full hole, they would surely spill if he continued thinking about things like this...

His thoughts were interrupted by someone kissing his neck again. You panted words of praise in between each kiss, cooing about how good it felt to be inside of him. Hanma whispering dirty talk into his other ear, biting his shoulder a few times

“Mm I love being inside you like this. You're doing so good for us, darling”

“Fuuuck your ass feels amazing. Hah...take all of it like a good boy”

“You're so pretty like this, Kisaki. All blissed out, barely able to move. Making such pretty sounds for us too~”

“Prettiest little fucktoy I've ever seen. Mm, gonna cum for us, baby?”

Kisaki was losing his mind. The back and forth between sweet and filthy words made it hard to think, much less form words

“Hey, I asked you a fuckin question” Hanma growled into Kisaki's ear, the sudden change of tone causing him to perk up

“Y-yes...aah...please” His voice was barely above a whisper

“I didn't quite catch that, love. Louder” You growled against his skin

“Yes! Please...I need it!” Kisaki cried out

You and Hanma sped up your thrusts again, quickly chasing your own climaxes. You started jerking off Kisaki's cock, making him practically scream at the overstimulation of it all

Hanma came first, spilling his cum inside of Kisaki, followed by you filling him even further with your own. The feeling of both of you spilling inside of him pushed him over the edge, and Kisaki came all over your hand and his chest

The three of you stood there, panting and coming down from your highs. After a minute, you both pulled out of Kisaki, carrying him to your bedroom and letting him lay down while you cleaned him up

He passed out not too long after that. You had planned to cuddle him and rest yourself, but Hanma kept giving you that look

The look he gave you when he wasn't quite satisfied yet. The look that says, I need you to pound me into something or I'm going to be whiny and needy for days

Luckily for him, you should have just enough energy left to give him what he needs, then you could carry him to bed and have your much needed cuddle time

So for the next however many minutes, the guest bed would do just fine...

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potatomountain · 4 months

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CIY- 3

Chapter Three

📍pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective reader

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Two more days passed without another encounter, or even an assignment for work, and you felt as if you had gotten all the information you could possibly find with your access. There was an abundance of notes, including theories of ties and such, but you truthfully couldn’t find an answer to Yunho’s question that was different than before- or that you could do alone with your minimum resources.

While tomorrow the Captain should figuratively be back, you decided that you could wait another day. You didn’t want to have to deal with the Captain of this pompous team, and after mulling it over for the last hour before your shift was up, you picked up the phone and hit line 3. Part of you expected that he wouldn’t pick up, that you would be ignored, but you were more than relieved when he did.

“What do you need?” Even if he was a bit snappy.

“I’d like to have tomorrow off. Scratch that, I won’t be coming in tomorrow.” You really didn’t want his permission for anything honestly.

“The Captain will be here tomorrow, may I ask why?” His interest seemed to be piqued, which truthfully just annoyed you. Under different circumstances it might be nice that they had an interest, but you knew it was entirely because they were just too distrustful of you.

Still, you relented a bit. “Do you think I want to make an hour-long trek every single day just to get here? I get the keys for my new place tonight and I plan on moving everything tomorrow. Plus, no one guaranteed your Captain to be here and I don’t want to sit here twiddling my damned thumbs waiting.”

There was silence on the other end, only your frustrated huffs filling it for a long awkward moment. “Very well- under one condition.”

Your relief was short lived, glaring at the receiver. “What do you mean? What condition?”

“We’ve been more than jerks to you, and an hour move isn’t the easiest. Yunho and Jongho can help you move.”

Your jaw nearly hit the floor, shock being an understatement. “You want to help me settle in? What the fuck??”

There was a displeased grumble on his end, the shifting of a chair. “You don’t have any intention of leaving us anytime soon, and while yes we don’t want you on the team it’s inevitable at the moment and it is unfair to take it out on you.”

His words made sense but you were still unsettled by the offer. “You really aren’t giving me a choice either. If I want to have a day off to move, I’ll have to accept their help?”

“Mmm, if you want tomorrow off, yes. I'm sure you can wait two more days for your official day off and spend the entirety of it moving alone if you wish but I imagine it would be much more efficient this way.”

You felt your eye twitch at his haughty tone. “Fine. I accept the condition. They can meet me at my old place, 8 o’clock sharp. It sounds like you don’t need the address either.”

“I’ll notify them. Anything else?”

Biting back the urge to cuss him out every which way, you gritted your teeth. “No.” You hung up first, slamming the phone down on the receiver and huffing back into your chair.

Two hours later you had the keys to your new place in hand and headed back home, attempting to fix your sour mood by focusing on packing the very last bits and arranging everything. You booked the movers and headed to bed early still in a sour mood.

Sleep did nothing to remedy that, as the pounding on your door at five to eight alerted you to just how annoying this day was going to be. “That’s probably the rest of my help. Excuse me for a moment.” With a huff you left the mover alone to swing your door open. “Wow, I can’t believe you actually showed up.”

Yunho towered over you, widening his friendly smile- which you were sure was as fake as they come- and Jongho stood behind him, seeming as if someone pissed in his coffee… which might as well have been the case. Yunho looked you over with an appreciative hum, causing you to cross your arms over your chest defensively. You were dressed for comfort, unlike your usual work suits, which had seemed like a good idea until now.

“Of course, Seonghwa pleaded a good case. He can be very persuasive. May we come in?” Yunho nodded his head to the space behind you.

Jongho scoffed behind him. “I’d rather not.” He mumbled before you could answer.

Your sour mood definitely wasn’t going away any time soon. “You don’t have to be, I was fine on my own.”

“Sure you were.” Dripping with sarcasm, Jongho rolled his eyes as he just pushed his way in and looked around. He spotted the mover, a man in his late thirties that was the truck driver as well, and made his way over to help him.

Scoffing, you glared at his back. “I’d ask if he is always like that but I already know I’m an exception.”

“Let’s just get this done, I have plans tonight.” Yunho sighed, pushing his way inside and letting the overly friendly air around him melt away as he also went to help the mover.

You were fine with that, keep it simple and have them focus on helping the man you were paying- you didn’t want their help anyways. Huffing, you propped your front door open and went back to work.

It only took an hour before all of your furniture was safely in the truck and you were about to tear Jongho’s head off. “Can you STOP trying to break my fucking shit?!” He had, for the nth time, been too rough with some of your furniture, dropping it roughly into the truck and causing the nearby things to shake.

“Have less shit.” He shrugged nonchalantly, jumping off the truck and passing you as he headed back into the apartment complex

“I swear I’m going to- agh!” Throwing your hands up you glared after him, only to turn the glare on Yunho who was clearly holding his laughter at bay. “Want to say something?!”

With a chuckle he shook his head, setting down the box he was carrying. “And face your wrath? No thanks.”

Rolling your eyes you followed after him inside to grab the next box. “Oh please, you don’t think I’m a threat at all.” You mumbled, staring at his broad back as you two climbed the stairs. A few trips ago Yunho had pushed the sleeves of his dark shirt up to his elbows, revealing a sleeve on his right arm of black ink. You hadn’t bothered to pay it much attention, but it had you once again admitting they were attractive- the shitty personalities just ruined it for you.

“True. And if you assaulted me it would get you suspended faster.”

You felt your eye twitch, just as annoyed with Yunho as you were with Jongho. While Jongho was outright rude and grumbling his protests at every opportunity, Yunho was just passive aggressive, hiding most of his jabs behind a supposed friendly remark. The warm tone he had didn’t help either.

Still, the reminder that you could easily lose your job if you let your temper win was just the dose of reality you needed to calm down. “I’d say that’s the only downside if I left physical bruises.” You mumbled.

His deep chuckle caught you by surprise, a twinkle in his eye when he looked back at you. “I’d say that depends on how we receive the bruises, and if we get to leave some too.”

Clearly flirting, you froze up, eyes going wide. “Detective, are you implying you would enjoy fucking me?”

The smirk he gave you was most definitely real. “It has crossed my mind… attitude aside, you are quite attractive and gags are a thing.”

Steaming, you pushed past him with a sneer. “You’re a fucking douchebag.”

You kept busy after that, mouth shut and just glaring or sneering at Jongho’s remarks while completely ignoring Yunho after that. Another hour later and the truck was packed up and you had your bag and laptop in hand, giving the driver the address before watching him drive off. Turning to return the key to your apartment manager you frowned at the sight of the two detectives.

Yunho once more had his hands in his pockets, sleeves still pushed up, but now Jongho also had the sleeves of his striped sweater pushed up- which made no sense to you since he was wearing gloves. “You two are still here?”

“Of course- you aren’t done moving.”

Ignoring Yunho, you narrowed your eyes on Jongho who was avoiding looking at you. “I don’t have to tell you the address.” Jongho just rolled his eyes at your defiance, practically daring you to do so when he matched your glare.

When neither budged, or left, you shrugged your shoulders and headed inside. You weren’t surprised to find them still there twenty minutes later, your apartment key now returned, but once more you paid them no mind, instead getting a cab.

You should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy. Before you even shut the cab door they were sliding in on either side of you, cramping up the back seat as they stretched their legs out. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused. Give the nice driver the address sweetheart.” Yunho adjusted himself in the seat, long legs in front of him and his right arm stretched out behind you.

Jongho said nothing on your right, his leg bouncing in annoyance while the driver watched you expectantly in the rearview mirror. With a sigh you relented, quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place with no means of escape. Once your new address was given, the driver pulled onto the road.

The tension in the silence between the three of you during the ride was so thick you swore you could physically touch it. Jongho’s leg never stopped bouncing and both stared out the window. Yunho was practically leaning against you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders and every time you pushed it off it was back several minutes later so you had given up on that.

The drive was an hour as it was past the precinct office, more south, near the docks. Thinking about the location reminded you of just what gang territory both your apartment and the precinct technically was in- you wondered why it never occurred to you beforehand.

Was that why the Precinct was so inconspicuous? Or was that why the Black Pirates were so cautious?

Theories ran through your head, a nice distraction as you couldn’t look out either window without being reminded of the men you were uncomfortably sandwiched between. For a moment you wondered if they suspected you might have ties to one of the gangs, and that could be why they were so untrusting.

The idea had you softening a bit because that you could understand and be empathetic towards. They had years of work into trying to find a way to undo several crime organizations, which probably had their hands in law enforcement and higher, onlyfor you to transfer out of the blue? Your insistent need to stay?

Your shoulders slumped a bit, not liking the sudden understanding of their perspective- that made them less jerks and more… well more like you. It was hard to dismiss their defenses when you thought they had damned good reasons for it.

Battling with your morals for the last small leg of the drive, Yunho had to tap your shoulder to get you out of your head. You turned to look up at him, still a bit distracted. “Hm?”

Whatever he was going to say died on his lips as his eyes searched your face. His expression seemed to soften, which was the indicator that your own expression was perhaps more vulnerable than you wanted it to be. Steeling yourself, and your expression, you pulled away and lifted a brow.

He sighed, his own defenses coming back up. “We’ve arrived. Pay the man.” He huffed out before stepping out of the taxi, Jongho already standing outside.

Whether you could empathize or not, they still got under your skin so easily. Grumbling you did pay the driver before getting out of the car, looking up at the small apartment building that was now your new home.

“Is this really the place?” Jongho asked, joining you and Yunho on the sidewalk.

“Mhmm, apartment 16, third floor.” Adjusting your bag, you headed for the front door. Part of what sold you about this place was the security- the halls and entrances were monitored twenty-four seven and you needed a key code to get it- 1117. Inputting it, you stepped inside, not bothering to see if they were following. “I have to give the security guard a heads up that I’m moving things in, give me a second.”

The office was right by the front door, the security an elderly gentleman that said you could prop the door open and to ask him if you needed help. You came back out to Yunho holding back laughter and Jongho in an even more pissed off mood. “What’s so fucking funny?”

“Oh nothing nothing, this neighborhood just has some fond memories for me- Jongho isn’t too happy I brought them up.” Yunho patted the latter on the back before pointing to the truck that was pulling onto the curb. “We beat the mover, how about that.”

You didn’t push it, instead shaking your head and heading for the truck.

Despite your protest, the guard did come out to help you within the first hour of bringing everything in. While it was two floors shorter of a trek, it still took a bit to get everything into your new apartment- which was bigger and had a better view. If you could call the river docks a view, just a few blocks out.

Every time Yunho brought something into your apartment though, he had a shit-eating grin on his face that had annoyed you to no end. Whenever you questioned him, he would just shrug it off and say it was nothing important.

You did catch Jongho mumbling “this is going to make things so much worse” yet when you questioned him, he just brushed you off. That only aggravated you more, especially because there was nothing you could do about it.

By the time everything was safely in your apartment and the mover was fully paid and left, it was almost two and your stomach was growling. Having been in such a rush to get everything to your new apartment so you didn’t have to deal with these two longer than you had to, you had forgotten to eat or drink anything despite the constant physical excursion.

Despite your better judgment, you found yourself asking them if they wanted food.

“What?” Jongho's wide eyes narrowed into a glare. “You're joking aren't you?”

Rolling your eyes you shook your head. “I wish. However… you did help, and quickly too.” You admitted begrudgingly, a pout on your lips.

Yunho grinned. “Well I won't say no to free food- you are paying for it aren't you?”

“I'll pass.” Jongho headed for the door but you immediately stepped in his way, earning a sneer from him. “I thought you couldn't get rid of me fast enough? Why the sudden change?”

You matched his sneer. “I'm not an immature bitch who won't pay my debts just because I don't like you- so you can either stay and eat or accept cash.”

The two of you stared each other down while Yunho made his way over, hooking his arm around Jongho's shoulder and whispering something in his ear you couldn't hear. Whatever it was softened Jongho enough that he broke eye contact first.

“I'll stay and eat then. Fuck-” He grumbled over to your sofa.

You just fixed Yunho with a stare now. “How did you convince him to stay?”

“Easy- the longer we are here, the more we are paid. We're getting hourly for this.” Yunho stuffed his hands in his pockets, shit eating grin back. “Does that make you want to kick us out faster?”

You scoffed, pulling out your phone to order food. “Hardly. I'm not the one paying you to be here. What do you want to eat?”

Even agreeing on food was a hassle but you managed to get an order in, something that was quick to the door at least. While you waited you just started moving things around, the two men sitting on your sofa chatting under their breath and constantly sending you side glances.

It was easy to tune them out, partly because you started with your room.

You were struggling with your bed, getting the frame back together but the mattress and moving it was a problem. Like hell you were going to ask for help though, even in your hungry and exhausted state. When it suddenly moved into place, you nearly fell face first on the floor, scrambling to stay upright as laughter was heard next to you.

Turning with a glare, Yunho was standing at the other end of the bed, not bothering to hide his laughter this time. “Sorry, your struggles just got so pathetic I had to help.”

“I would have let her keep struggling.” Jongho spoke up from the doorway, a satisfied smirk on his face melting into a chuckle when your cheeks burned. “Too bad you didn't face-plant.”

“Shut up. I would have been fine!” A bit out of breath didn't help your case however.

“Are you sure this is where you want your bed?”

“I moved it here didn't I?” You snapped back at Yunho who was looking over your bed with more humor than you were expecting. “What's so fucking funny?”

“Nothing nothing- it just occurred to me that you don't have a sex life.” Yunho teased, licking his lips when he looked you over.

Stiffening defensively you hoped your embarrassment wasn't as obvious as your heated cheeks. “So what?! Don't tell me you want to change that? I'll pass.”

“If the two of you are going to fuck, let me leave first.” Jongho grumbled, turning to leave. “Food's here.”

Yunho just shrugged off both comments, still staring you down. “I'll pass as well, doll, otherwise your neighbors would get annoyed.” He motioned to the wall your bed was propped against. “And you wouldn't get your security deposit back.” Laughing at his own joke he followed after Jongho, leaving you steaming.

The images he had planted in your mind had you rethinking your bed position, which just had you even more flustered. This wasn't the time to try and hook up with someone, definitely not one of your new coworkers and a random hookup wasn't the best idea either. Yet you would be lying to yourself if what he said didn't spike some urges- the who was probably irrelevant.

Slapping your cheeks to regain some focus you headed out to the living area, telling yourself the only kind of rough play that would happen would be you bashing the heads of these two idiots in. As if your unsuspecting neighbors would be able to tell that though.

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sjswrites · 10 months

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One Week

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Summary: To say your girlfriend is possessive is an understatement... especially when it comes to your ex.

Warnings: Smut! Fingering, Choking, Exhibitionism, Daddy Kink, Slight cum control.

A/n: All my favorite things in one. Hope you enjoy.

“Bucky, I need you to go undercover with y/n.” Yelena’s grip on my thigh tightened under the table. My hand rubs hers to try and coax her down, but more so I bring back circulation back to my leg. “I need you to be a couple.”

“I don’t think that’s a great idea.” I sat across Yelena’s lap and covered her ears and made her look away. “This might sound crazy but she’s the jealous type.” I sarcastically whispered as brought her face back to me and kissed her.

“You know, I still heard you.”

“That was the point, love.”

“Don’t worry, Yelena. I’ll take good care of your girl.” Bucky said with a smirked. I sighed as I was lifted onto the table and Yelena was gone.

“Hey. Hey! Enough guys.” Tony said trying to break it up but to no avail. More Avengers stepped in as I looked at my nails. “Y/n, do something!”

I sighed again. “A week.” I said in my normal voice and Yelena immediately stopped. I looked at her as she had Bucky in the headlock. “Let go.” She immediately dropped him. “I’ll do it.” I looked at Tony. “But Yelena’s off the mission.”

“What? No, baby.” She pleaded.

“If you say one more word, I will make it two.”

“Consider it done.” Tony said as I nodded.

“Brief me on the ride over.” Tony nodded. “Lena, Buck. A word.” I stepped outside of the meeting room as they quickly followed me. “You,” I pointed at Bucky. “Are not helping the situation. Do not tease her. I will not stop her from killing you next time.”

He scoffed. “Doll,”

“No. Shut it and I told you don’t call me that.” I looked over to Yelena, “And you,” She reached out to cup my face as I slapped her hand away. “You know better. He’s always trying to get to you.” She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. “Go ahead.”

“How am not supposed to get angry? He’s your ex.”

“Yeah and he’s my ex for a reason and you’re my girlfriend for a reason.” I said as I wrapped my arms around her neck as her hands rested on my hips. “Right?” She nodded. “Kiss me.” I smirked at her. She pulled me in. Her head leaned towards me as I pulled away. She whined as she tried again. I hummed against her lips as my ex walk away shortly after.

My lips moved down her neck leaving a mixture of kisses and devilish chuckles vibrating on her neck. “You have 24 hours to show me why I should let you touch me for the next week.” I whispered in her ear. She slammed me into wall as her leg slipped between mine. I let out a breathy moan as she laid kisses on my neck.

“My room, now.” She whispered in a raspier voice.

“No.” She pulled away and looked at me confused. “Show everyone why I’m yours.” She growled as she quickly slipped her hands into my sweatpants and ran her fingers over my damp panties. “You see, I promise you, Bucky’s never made me this wet before.”

Her free hand quickly wrapped around my neck. Her cold rings on my hot neck only added to the experience. “You keep his name out of your mouth.”

“Yes daddy.” She pulled my underwear to the side.

“No, not now. Say my name. I want everyone to know you’re mine.” She quickly slipped two fingers in me. Rings and all.

“Fuck, Yelena.” I was able to squeak out through her fingers. She started curled her fingers inside of me, dragging them harshly along my insides. “Mmm, that feels so good.” I said as the meeting door open. I smirked at them as Yelena’s fingers pounded into me. Their eyes quickly darted away.

Yelena started pumping faster into me and aggressively grabbed my chin. “Pay attention to me.” I nodded as she added a third finger. I bit my lip. “No, no, no.” Her thumb pulled my lip out from between my teeth. “Let those moans out. I wanna hear them. I want everyone to hear them.” I let out a big moan.

Between Yelena’s determination to satisfy me and her raging jealousy, my whorish moans slipped out as she mercilessly fucked me, earning every gasp, moan, and praise from me.

“Fuck, Lena. I’m so close. Can I cum?” She just gave me a devilish smile. “No, baby please. Please. Please. Let me cum. I wanna cum.”

“Keep going.” She egged me on.

“Please, Yelena. I only wanna cum for you. Let me cum for you, baby.” My walls twitched around her as I tried to walk the line holding my high, but not letting it crash over me.

“Tell me, did he ever make you cum like me?”

“No, baby. I don’t have to-” I stopped myself and bit my lip.

She smirked at me. “Tell me, babygirl.”

“I don’t have to fake it. God, you make me so good, Yelena. Please”

“Give to me, princess.” I let go as I screamed her name. My nails dug into her shoulder as I groaned back. “Good girl. How am I doing?”

“Round 2. In your room. Now.” I whispered.

“How about?” She looked at the meeting room as I furiously nodded.

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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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Said: "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars" I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy] A Night with Blue & White

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a/n; this did not turn out as good as I'd hoped, but I do still hope you enjoy it 🤍

And I of course took a little inspiration from this 🙈💦

Warnings; 18+ smut; semi-public (in a closet at a private event) unprotected sex;

Word count; 4.2K

Putting it nicely, the past few weeks had been a bit of a whirlwind. But honestly, it's felt as if you’d been to Hell and back.

While the team experienced a mix of victories and defeats, only adding to the stress levels, you, as an intern at MLSE, found yourself knee-deep in event planning. As for the moment, your plate was loaded with preparations for the MLSE Foundation's Blue and Night Gala, followed by the upcoming NHL All-Star event set in early February.

To say you were stressed out would be an understatement.

And William sensed it immediately. With the back-and-forth between home games and road trips, along with the impending events, you were on the verge of losing your sanity. Juggling responsibilities left you drained, and the pressure was getting to you.

Moreover, the stress also seeped into your relationship. Both of you were busy and feeling the strain, especially with William eager to prove himself after signing a new contract, which sometimes led to missed opportunities and fewer goals. And the frustration was evident for both of you. The usual quality time was replaced by a professional facade, thanks to the demands of games and event planning, and it almost seemed like the connection you once had was slowly fading amid the chaos.

However, being the intern following the Toronto Maple Leafs did have its perks, allowing you to be close to William most of the time. While you couldn't display your love publicly, stolen moments in hotel rooms during road trips brought a sense of normalcy and intimacy, as it offered a brief escape from the overwhelming pressures.

Softly murmuring in the hotel room after a game against the Seattle Krakens, you traced your fingers along William's face.

“You know,” you said, both of you relaxing, “I really love that you’re heading to the All Stars…”

“But?” William chuckled.

“But maybe a few days off would have been nice…” you almost whispered, your gaze fixed on his.

“Mmm, yeah, definitely - but don’t you have to work anyway?”

“Yeah, but I could've tried to snag a few days off,” you admitted.

“During the All-Star event?” William inquired a bit rhetorically.

“Alright, maybe not,” you joined in with a chuckle. “Guess it's a good thing I'll have you around then,” you flashed a sweet smile.

“Oh baby, I think it's even better that I have YOU around,” he countered with a cheeky wink, before he then leaned over your body, planting a deep kiss. “I get to do what I love most – playing hockey – and look at your beautiful face all at once.”

And you couldn’t help but respond with a passionate kiss, your mouths exploring each other as you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer, and sharing the warmth of the moment.

However, upon returning to Toronto, the All-Star event took a backseat to the gala: A Night with Blue and White - a themed casino night demanding meticulous planning and attention to detail.

And thankfully, all things were falling into place. Blackjack tables were secured, the guest list meticulously checked (probably twice or thrice), the venue beautifully decorated, and the entertainment scheduled.

It was shaping up to be perfect.

And as for your role, you were lucky enough to be scheduled to work at the start of the night. However, Brendan had insisted that you not only worked but also made an effort to enjoy and mingle. This was a prime opportunity for networking and socialising, he’d argued. He even emphasised the importance of dressing to impress and showcasing your best behaviour, as it could lead to open doors to future opportunities.

So, then the next dilemma naturally surfaced: What on earth would you wear?

Naturally, you turned to Melanie, who was just as panicked as you. A gala meant dresses, heels, and going all out with hair and makeup.

However, since you both had to work at the beginning of the night, capturing shots of the players and maybe doing a couple of interviews before mingling, it meant no gowns, and an outfit change halfway through. But nonetheless, you were looking forward to it. Though, while not your strongest suit, you were determined to flaunt your skills and highlight the hard work you'd put into your job.

And, of course, there was the chance to socialise with the players, catching up and chatting outside the stressful arena. Much-needed bonding time for everyone after the turbulence of the past couple of weeks' games, and the players were itching to spend some off-ice time together and have a bit of fun.

So, as you and Melanie browsed dresses in a store, she turned to you and asked, “Alright, what do you think?”

“Well, it's something,” you smiled, attempting not to let on your lack of enthusiasm for her choice of the vivid colours she favoured show. “It’s definitely more your style than mine.”

With a great smile, she then picked up a few more other gowns, and the two of you continued to browse the store.

"Alright, let's try these on," you suggested, grabbing a couple of options for yourself, and heading towards the fitting rooms.

The dresses varied in styles, some more vibrant and bold, while others exuded timeless sophistication.

And standing in the dressing rooms, a mischievous glint in your eye, you couldn't resist sharing the dress options with William, knowing he’d probably look flawless regardless. You snapped a quick shot of the dresses hanging in the fitting room, capturing the variety of styles and colours.

"Help me out, fashion critic 😉 Which one do you think will make heads turn at the gala?"

"Oh, they all look great babe 😘 and I’m sure you’ll look amazing in anything!”

“Willy! That doesn’t help – I need your advice 🤔”

“Of course, you do! They don’t call me Styles for nothing 😉 But maybe a sneak peek of what's underneath can help with a more intimate opinion?" William's response came swiftly.

But you too could play along. “And what makes you think I’ll be wearing anything underneath? 😉” You smiled, perhaps a little too satisfied with your own response.

"Mmm 😏 I hope you won’t… but maybe the black one - and then I'll have to see the 'underneath' in person.”

“Hmm naughty boy 😏 Alright, I’ll consider the black one then.”

And after trying on the dresses, you both settled on outfits that struck the right balance between style and appropriateness for the event.

The night of the gala arrived with an air of excitement and nervous anticipation. The venue sparkled with elegance, bathed in the hues of blue and white. And as the night slowly began, you found yourself wearing a sophisticated yet practical ensemble – a balance of professionalism and style that would transition seamlessly from work to play.

In the bustling backstage, amidst the array of camera equipment and buzzing event staff, you exchanged glances with Melanie, both of you dressed to impress. "I can't believe we have to work at such a glamorous event," she quipped, adjusting her camera strap.

You chuckled, "Yeah, but at least we get a taste of the high life while doing it. Have you seen the blackjack tables? It's like we're in a James Bond movie."

And the chaos backstage only intensified as the players started arriving, each looking sharp in their tailored suits. Your task was to capture candid shots, freeze-framing the moments of laughter and camaraderie that happened behind the scenes.

And Brendan, the ever-supportive boss, gave you a reassuring nod before you set off with your camera. "Remember, work hard, but enjoy yourself too. This is your chance to shine."

So, while working your skills, you of course managed to snap shots of William as well, who looked dashing yet casual in his suit, while wearing his rarely seen glasses. God, they looked so sexy on him. It was a look you didn’t see often in public; however, the glasses did come out every now and then back home when he needed them for watching movies. His hair was untamed as usual, yet he still looked flawless. He’d probably just thrown it on five minutes before leaving his condo, and still, he’d pull off anything.

As the night slowly unfolded, the stress of the games seemed to dissipate, replaced by genuine smiles and relaxed shoulders. The gala provided a much-needed break from the intensity of the rink, offering a chance for everyone to unwind and connect off the ice.

Then, once the initial work duties were fulfilled, you and Melanie took a moment to freshen up before joining the festivities. Dressed in your chosen evening attire, you navigated the sea of guests and players, aiming to strike a balance between networking and enjoying the night.

And as you stepped into the grand hall, William’s eyes immediately fixed on you.

From across the room, seated by a casino table, it suddenly became harder for him to concentrate as you casually strolled in your formal wear, shining like a million diamonds.

It was as if his heart paused for a brief moment, his gaze fixated on you, taking in all your absolute beauty. Fortunately, he'd just lost a round, so he had to sit the next one out, unable to tear his eyes away from you.

Earlier, he had already noticed your nicely styled hair, but seeing you with freshly applied makeup and your long dress, perfectly tailored to your curves, took his breath away.

And the moment your eyes met William's across the room, there was an undeniable spark of recognition. His attention shifted entirely, the casino table and its games momentarily forgotten as he focused on you, and the subtle smile on your face hinted at the playful anticipation of his reaction.

As you approached, it was as if the sea of people parted, leaving only a path illuminated by the glow of your presence, and William stood up, unable to conceal the admiration in his eyes.

"Wow," he breathed, a mixture of surprise and delight evident in his voice. "You look… absolutely amazing."

You couldn't help but blush at his genuine reaction. "Thank you," you replied, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "I was aiming to impress you."

“Baby, you always impress me,” William chuckled, his hand subtly touching yours, being careful not to draw too much attention from those who shouldn't see hints of a secret relationship. “I just… I don’t like that I can’t even have you by my side all night, and everyone here can look at you.”

It was almost a whisper, but the loud chatter and music compelled him to speak a bit louder, especially since you couldn’t stand as close as you both desired.

“Well, I’m sure we can manage a photo, for professional purposes,” you suggested with a smile, and William immediately agreed.

So, you waved over Melanie to capture a few shots of the two of you, before you’d go around taking more photos with the rest of the team, ensuring it didn't look like William was being singled out.

But his hand around your waist felt so good that it was almost painful. The way he held you closely for that brief moment as Melanie snapped the camera had both of you longing for more.

And it was just as tough for William. How he wished to stroll around with you all night, proudly showing off how good you both looked together as a couple. But he couldn’t.

So, both of you simply savoured the brief moment you could stand together. However, just before parting, you gently leaned into him.

"Oh, and just so you know, I'm still not wearing anything underneath," you said, your tone laced with seduction and a cheeky wink, leaving him to his thoughts.

And then the mingling kicked off, conversations flowed, and laughter resonated through the venue. You found yourself engaging with players and other professionals in the industry, not only showcasing your camera skills but also demonstrating your ability to navigate social situations.

It seemed almost effortless for you once the conversations started rolling.

However, being around William in this setting wasn't a walk in the park. You could practically sense his gaze following you every time you moved, and it didn't escape the notice of his teammates.

"Hey, watch out, Willy, you're drooling," Auston teased as they stood, observing a few others playing.

William chuckled at Auston's playful jab, doing a lousy job of pretending to be nonchalant. And his other teammates were quick to join in the banter, adding their own comments with smirks and grins.

"Come on, Willy, at least try and play it cool," Mitch jumped in, getting a good laugh from the group.

William ran his hand through his hair, pretending to be innocent. "I have no idea what you guys are talking about. Just enjoying the view."

Then Mo nudged him with a smirk. "Enjoying? Seems more like staring as if you've never laid eyes on a girl before."

Laughter filled the room as you approached them slowly.

"What's so funny?" you asked with a soft chuckle.

"Oh, nothing... just Willy here drooling like a teenage boy seeing a girl’s boobs for the first time," Auston laughed.

"Hey, if he's drooling, at least he's got good taste," you teased in defence, playfully winking at William, making the rest of the lads join in.

But beneath the banter, there was more than just fun and jokes. Both you and William were longing for each other's touch. And the distance was torturing.

However, the lively atmosphere was abruptly interrupted by a doting microphone, when someone suddenly halted the chatter and music, taking the stage at the centre of the venue to deliver a speech.

So, as the attention of all the guests shifted towards the stage, you and William took the chance to stand a bit closer to each other. Trying to ease into it, his body was almost against yours, and you could feel him just behind you. His warmth against you.

And as your gaze remained fixed on the bright lights illuminating the spokesperson, you suddenly sensed William's fingers delicately tracing yours. His touch was featherlight, slow, and gentle, as he subtly attempted to intertwine his fingers with yours. It was the closest you'd come to behaving like a couple in public, and the sensation was absolutely exhilarating.

But you were aware that it wouldn't last.

So, for as long as possible, you leaned your back against his torso, allowing his fingers to gently entwine with yours, taking a sip of your drink and attempting to act as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

It was a bit thrilling, actually. A risk of being caught, reminiscent of the night of New Year’s Eve.

However, this time the event was much grander, with more important managers in attendance, making it crucial for you both to keep a low profile. Yet, your mind veered in a different direction.

Subtly, you allowed your lower back to nestle more into William's body, bringing his groin in contact with your buttock, and you sensed his slight reaction in your hand, a light tug on your fingers. And for a few more minutes, the two of you lingered in this position, doing your best to absorb the heartfelt speeches while growing increasingly intrigued by each other’s touch.

You only disentangled your hands when the crowd erupted in applause, and both of you had to take a small step away as the room filled with light once again.

However, the separation didn't last long. Instead, William quickly leaned in and whispered in your ear, "Meet me by the wardrobe."

And you couldn't help but chuckle as he walked away, buttoning his blazer and attempting to act like he was heading to the men's room.

Then after waiting a few minutes to avoid being too conspicuous, you too slowly made your way from the crowd and out to the hallway leading down to the wardrobe.

It was effortless to maintain the facade, yet as soon as you spotted William almost concealed in the corner, a slight tinge of nervousness mixed with excitement surged through you. And it didn't take long before both of you found refuge among the numerous coats.

Your lips met as your arms enveloped each other, sinking into the much-needed desire. However, you had to pull back for just a moment, catching your breath.

"Wait, what if someone walks in?" you asked with a soft whisper.

"No one's going to come in here," William reassured you with a cheeky smile, before trying to lean in again, but you avoided him.

"What about the host who's in charge of the closet?"

And William knew he had to rethink his plan as he hadn’t thought of the staff.

"Hmm, well, I guess we'll just have to be quick then."

But you couldn't contain your amusement as you and William stood there, resembling teenagers trying to hide from their parents.

“Willy… I think we both know you can’t be that quick,” you chuckled lightly, and William joined in. However, as you relished the soft moment of intimacy, someone suddenly walked in, prompting William to pull you closer in an attempt to hide between the fabrics. And surprisingly, it seemed to work.

Standing in close proximity, your bodies fully touching with William's arms around you for support, you both kept quiet to avoid being heard. And several minutes passed, as you wondered why the person wasn't leaving. However, your attention was suddenly diverted.

“Willy,” you whispered. “What are you doing?”

"Nothing..." he replied nonchalantly.

"A part of you is doing something..."

You maintained a hushed tone, but it became slightly challenging to keep a poker face as you felt William’s member slowly growing in his dress trousers.

"Oh, yeah… I kind of don’t have control over that..." he chuckled lightly. “What? It’s not my fault you look so amazing… and knowing you don’t wear any underwear just turns me on even more.”

As he lingered on the fact that you were completely bare under that well-fitted dress, he could feel his length growing even firmer.

“Let me try and turn around…”

Gently manoeuvring between the coats, you positioned yourself back to chest with William, his arms still wrapped around you to keep you steady.

“Y/n… that’s worse,” he chuckled in a deep whisper, and you had to stifle a laugh with a hand over your mouth.

With the bulge in his trousers pressing against you, and the mutual arousal escalating between your legs, both of you yearned for something more than just secret kisses in the dark.

And just as you heard more footsteps and voices, you attempted to take a step back into hiding. The voices lingered in the hall, and instead of leaving, they simply continued chatting, and you could sense that William was getting into a teasing mood.

You felt his hand on your lower tummy slowly sliding downwards, finding the slit of your dress, sneaking underneath, and carefully discovering your core.

“Willy… what are you doing?” you whispered, attempting to remain composed, but you had a feeling it was of no use.

“Can’t wait, babe… I want you now.”

His voice was dark, even under a deep breath and a whisper, and you couldn’t help but sink into his touch as his fingers very slowly traced up your folds.

Soft moans were about to escape your lips as you felt his fingers gently circling your clit under the fabric of your dress, but you forced yourself to hold them back, not wanting to give away your position.

“Good girl,” William praised you under his devilish touch, well aware of how he was teasing you, pushing you to your limits.

It was a different kind of turn-on you both felt. The longing and need for each other and a sexual release, mixed with the danger of being caught at any time.

And as William’s fingers slowly rubbed between your folds, drawing down to your entrance before gently pressing two fingers into your warmth, you again held your palm over your mouth to conceal any sounds escaping from you.

You could almost feel his smirk behind you as he carefully stimulated your walls, making you feel the slow build-up of pleasure within you. However, you knew you didn’t have time for too much foreplay. While you could likely rely on Auston to create a cover story for you, the absence of both you and William from the event would surely be noticed.

And seemingly sharing the same thought, William continued his efforts.

Working his thick digits in your core for a few more pumps, William ensured you were wet and ready for him, as this was undoubtedly going to be a quick encounter. After withdrawing his fingers, he then unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and pulled down his trousers and boxers just enough to let his hard member out.

Dragging your long dress up, he exposed your bare ass for him, and gently spread your legs a little, attempting to align his cock with your entrance.

It wasn't easy, especially since you didn’t have anything to grab onto to stabilise yourself except for coats on hangers. But it would have to do.

And as you felt the tip of William’s length poking your entrance, you had to inhale sharply and hold back the impending moan as he slowly filled you up. Your hands tightly gripped onto the nearby fabric, your teeth biting down on your lip as you felt him stretching you.

It was almost too much, but it also felt incredibly good.

William held his one arm around you to keep you close and steady, while his other hand gripped onto your hip as he guided himself slowly in and out of your warmth.

“Shit, baby… this is so fucking hot… you’re so tight, for me” he moaned deeply into your ear, thrusting his hips, his shaft covered by your juices as he stimulated your walls. “Fuck…”

You panted deeply as his curved cock ensured to hit your most sensitive spot, almost sweating from holding back your noises. And you soon felt the familiar knot in your abdomen as pleasure coursed through your body, and your mind began to fog.

“Willy,” you breathed in a deep whisper. “Please.”

A soft whimper escaped your lips as you focused on keeping still and steady. However, as William’s movements grew a little faster and harder, despite the lack of space, it became almost impossible for you to stay quiet.

“Yes, baby… I’m gonna come soon…” you heard him moan behind you, as he was just a few more thrusts away from letting himself surrender to the pleasure.

However, lacking the strength to hold back and wait for him, you let out a low cry. “Willy… I’m coming…”

Then feeling the clenching of your walls around his cock, William too was about to burst.

“That’s it, baby… cum all over my fucking cock.”

The whole world outside your little cocoon seemed to vanish as ecstasy filled your mind, your fists clenching onto the coats as you let yourself go, evidence of your climax dripping down from your cunt.

And William followed suit, letting out a deep grunt into your hair, careful not to make it too loud, as he spilled into your warmth.

It was probably the fastest William had ever reached climax, especially given the slow movements instead of a faster and rougher pace. Nonetheless, the entire night had been enough foreplay for both of you. Keeping eyes on each other and pondering sexual thoughts of what you’d do with each other had been enough to have you both riled up and on the verge of peaks at all times.

Remaining inside you for a few more seconds, William caught his breath and slowly returned to reality.

“Fuck, baby…”

“Yeah… Willy,” you let out a soft chuckle, still feeling your muscles pulsating around his shaft before he gently pulled himself out.

You were both completely warm and almost sweaty. Letting go of the coats, you turned around in William’s embrace and smiled up at him.

“I can’t believe we just did this… here,” you chuckled, William joining in as he pulled up his boxers and buckled his belt again.

“Me neither… but it was fucking hot.”

“Yeah, guess now we just have to go back – try and act as casual as we can.”

And trying to return as something that didn’t look like you'd just had sex in a closet was not as easy as expected. But with light chuckles and a swift escape to the restrooms, you both managed to seem somewhat composed again.

“Seriously?” Auston grinned as the two of you returned to the event, most of the guys standing by the piano where Woll was playing sweet melodies. “You could at least try and keep it together.”

“Oh, like you would’ve,” William chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming from the pleasure he’d just experienced.

“Probably not,” Auston laughed.

And before you knew it, it almost seemed as if you hadn’t snuck away to have sex in the wardrobe. Again, you had to act as friendly colleagues at a distance. However, this time, a pleasurable tingling remained throughout the night, reminding you of the intimacy you shared with William.

That was until he took you home, and this time, he didn’t hold back on noises or pace.

#intern x willy #18+#william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl smut #william nylander smut #william nylander fic

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namelessghoulindisguise · 26 days

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oh, i write stuff too btw. heres some smut i wrote

swiss (ofc) x reader

contains- choking

To say he could fuck was an understatement.

The entire night, you teased him on stage, a minor touch to the chest here and there, maybe a few fingers grazed his neck. the fans ate it up, but you knew every time you would pay for it. not that you minded, you liked paying in this case.

Your brain felt like a fuzzy mess, overdosed on Swiss' cock and his sweet praise. If you pushed him hard enough, he will remind you who you belong to.

your hands gripped the sink, so hard you thought your nails would puncture the granite at this point. "Sw...iss.." you moaned out in fractured bits, not even able to control any volume. His hands gripped your hips, and there was no sign of him letting go anytime soon. he fucked you with such passion your body started to rise up onto the sink, your feet dangling slighty as his height and frame devoured you. the only proof you were even there was the sound of your whimpers and panting.

"oh pretty girl... look at you, taking me so fucking well... youre so good... so greedy.." He muttered as he skillfully fucked himself into you. you felt yourself clenching at his words, and he felt it too, letting out an animalistic groan. "you like that huh?" He said.

you couldnt respond if you wanted to, you were too far gone, body clouded with pleasure to even think, the only thing your brain was able to comprehend was how good your ghouls cock felt.

you snapped back for a second as you felt a hand come around your throat, and pulled you up to look at yourself in the mirror. you wish you could take a picture with your eyes. all you saw was Swiss, shoving you full of his cock, holding you up by your throat.

He saw your reaction.. more felt then saw, and he tried to grip your throat tighter to see the effect. your eyes started to water at the immense pleasure your body felt, he grabbed your wrists and held them together with one hand, and choked you with the other, forcing you to look at yourself getting shoved full of your pretty ghoul. your eyes watered, your mouth hung open, and an array of pathetic noises fell out without control.

"look at you..acting like a bitch in heat in heat.." he said. your knees began to buckle. you couldnt tell if it was his degradation or just the sheer fact he was fucking you like a play toy.

"s'full of cock...just like you wanted huh? teasin' me all night." he muttered into your eyes, planting a bite into the crook of your neck. you felt a mess start to trickle down your legs, giving him proof of your pleasure. the angle of his thrusts, and every variable of his words, his grasp on your neck, his filthy praise, all of it shot in between your legs. his cock felt like the match to your flame, feeling that heat rise in your stomach, you felt yourself tensing.. there was no way this was going to happen.

without any warning, your first non clitoral orgasm ripped through your body carelessly. you yelped and whimpered, almost a little too loud. the cream that formed around the base of his cock, started to trickle down onto the floor, along with the mess that you had made just for him all over your legs. you trembled under him, feeling so good. he knew you had more in you, he slowed down his thrusts, and guided his hand to your aching clit, rubbing it with the thick pads of his fingers. you tensed and winced for a second, feeling overstimulated everywhere, but it felt so good. he started whispering in you ear, things that would make the Papa on the other side of the confession booth dizzy.

"gonna fill you up.. fuck my cum deep in you.. mmm.." he groaned in an animalistic way, sucking on your neck, biting it every now and then. his words, his disgusting words, his skillful fingers and thick cock, god it was just enough. your second orgasm, this time originating from your now swollen clit, soared through your body, causing your knees to buckle again, you felt so weak in the best way possible. you whined and whimpered, tears flooded out of your eyes.

you felt his nails puncture your hips, and you felt a twitching sensation inside you. he buried his face into your neck, biting you, groaning deeply as he filled you up. he made sure he marked you, he always made sure his scent would be on you. he wanted to the other ghouls to know you were full of his cum, and his cum only. he slowed down his thrusts, but he made sure he fucked that cum deep into you. he pulled out slowly, and all of his warm cum poured out of you, joining the rest of the mess.

he flipped you around and picked you up, setting you on the counter. he took a wash cloth and cleaned you up gently, placing gentle and tender kisses all over the marks he made, praising you for being so good.

"you did s'good.. you beautiful angel.. mhm.." swiss said sweetly, he was back to his lovable sweet self. he carried you back to your bed, snuggling you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, wrapping his tail around your leg.

#swiss ghoul #ghost band smut #smut #swiss x reader #ghost band #fanfic #swiss smut #raindrop ghost #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

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crypticdesire · 1 month

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to go for keeps

MINORS DNI

dom gn reader x sub rook hunt (around 3.2k words)

cw: no genitals specified for reader, pet play, piss, scent kink, mentioned weed/drug use and both reader and rook are still coming down from their high

You’re slowly pulled from your sleep, not positive if you’re still dreaming or not. Your head feels foggy, more so than usual when you wake up, and you realize you’re still feeling the residual effects of the high from edibles you had with Rook earlier that day. He lays sleeping beside you, and more aware of his presence now, you wrap your arms around him a little tighter. Chin resting on the top of his head, you settle into the feeling created by your hazy mind, which is one that makes your body feel loose and light.

That feeling is probably why it took you a few minutes to realize what had woken you up in the first place. Legs entangled with Rook’s, a soft knot of anticipation tightens in the pit of your stomach as all your senses focus on the way he gently humps your thigh. When you hear his quiet whimpering you question your earlier assumption that he was still sleeping.

“Rook?” You whisper his name without moving, not wanting to disturb him if he isn’t awake. You feel his head shift under your chin, and you assume he’s looking at you now when you can’t feel it anymore.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” His voice is just the slightest bit hoarse, and you chuckle at the genuine question.

“Yes, but I don’t mind” An understatement. “It looks like you might need me for something.” You move your thigh a bit so it presses directly onto his clothed cock, which is hard as predicted.

“Mmm,” he faintly moans, grinding against you as he buries his face into your chest.

“Were you having a dirty dream?” Your fingers absentmindedly rake through his hair.

“Non” his muffled voice replies. “I woke up needing to relieve myself, but you’re so warm…. I needed to hold it” It takes your disorganized thoughts a moment to fully piece together the implications of such a situation.

“Needed to, huh?” The hand tangled in his hair now rests at the top of his back, thumb caressing the nape of his neck. “It’s not a want but a need to be pressed against me then?” You can feel yourself becoming more turned on with his every mumbled word.

“Mmmhmm,” he hums in agreement, nuzzling further into your chest, grinding against you a bit harder, legs squeezing yours between them a bit tighter. “So warm…” he begins to languidly kiss your skin, slowly working his way up to your neck.

“And smells so good” You hear him inhale your scent before giving some small licks to your skin.

“My bunny just can’t help himself” You massage his hip with one hand, a desire to massage his bladder crossing your lust-driven mind. His movements still at your words. All except his legs which somehow squeeze your thigh even tighter. Was he about to let go? So early?

He lets out a guttural sound before he can manage any words.

“I want to…”

“You want to what, bunny?” He whimpers at your words and you soon realize the cause behind the arousal that’s overwhelmed him.

“I want to be your bunny” He licks your neck again. “Please”

“I’d love to play with my bunny” It’s so hard for you to resist bucking your hips into him. “But I need a bunny who’s a good boy and only pees when I tell him he can. Do you think you can be a good bun-“

“Oui” he clings to you, his voice filled with need. If not for the remnants of your high, you would have reprimanded him for interrupting you, but instead, you’re easily amused, giggling. He begins rubbing himself against you again.

“Always so excitable. Better hurry and get yourself prepared bunny.” He’s hesitant to untangle himself from you, thighs still clutching yours.

“If I don’t see my bunny soon, I might fall back asleep” You fake a yawn though your eyes are genuinely heavy.

“D’accord” He pauses and you can’t tell if he’s bracing his bladder or if the connection between his brain and body is still effete. With a shaky exhale he finally gets himself to move away from you, turning on the lamp beside the bed before getting up. Your eyes follow his movements for a moment as he makes his way to the drawer with his accessories, amused by the lack of his normal smooth grace.

Reluctantly you take your eyes off him so you can undress and do your preparations, your steps having no more grace than his. You know you need towels for the bed, but your thoughts fumble around your head and you can’t grasp an idea of anything else you need.

Rook waits somewhat patiently for you to lay out the towels as he stands already undressed, thighs squeezed together and legs crossed. You try not to glance at his face, knowing you’d get too easily distracted by your bunny. You happen to glance at the carafe on the nightstand, which intensifies your desire and awareness of Cottonmouth. You fill the two short glasses to the rim and finally allow yourself to look at his desperate eyes as you hand one to him.

“I want you to drink all of this” Like the loyal pet he is, he takes it with a smile on his face despite the intense feeling of a full bladder. Your eyes drift to the fluffy grey ears atop his head and then down to the collar he selected. It’s one of your favorites: a lavender collar with lace, a satin bow, and a metal ring in the middle he loves you to hook your finger around, pulling him closer. Watching his Adam’s apple bob as he empties the glass makes you crave the feeling of having a full bladder yourself, so you get settled at the head of the bed, trying to not let any of the sloshing water spill out of your glass but being unsuccessful. You couldn’t bring yourself to mind the little spill though. Rook was going to be spilling a lot more than that anyway.

“Come here, pretty bunny” You pat the bed in between your spread legs after Rook puts his glass down and grabs the lube and his bunny tail butt plug. “I want to see your pretty face while you play with yourself.” You enjoy watching him thrusting his own fingers into his entrance, but right now you want to see his face more, eager to see him look at you with adoration, desperation, and gratification.

His movements are slow as he positions himself on his hands and knees in front of you, his deep breathing and expression of concentration as he focuses on holding his bladder making you palm yourself a bit over your underwear.

“Here, let me help you out little bunny” You set your glass down for a second so that you can squirt lube onto his fingers, making it easier for him to begin stretching himself.

“Merci maître” his lidded gaze is focused on you as he reaches behind him and begins to spread the lube on his outer rim. He attempts to keep that gaze on you even as he pushes the tip of his finger into his entrance, gasping and biting his lip. You give him some more lube to work into his entrance, and while he does that you empty your glass of water. And another one. You want so badly to cup his cheeks, suck on his tongue, and tell him he’s a good boy, but you know that would send your loyal pet over the edge, losing control of his bladder before you want him to.

So instead you only allow yourself to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, even that small touch still causing him to whimper and screw his eyes shut. He tries to lean into your touch, but you just let your fingertips graze the fluff of his bunny ears before taking it away. Rook opens his eyes searching for your hand, pleading eyes burning into you as he begins to rock his hips back into his hand, two fingers now able to fit fully inside him. There are a few times you know he almost lets go because he freezes, his face slightly wincing, but when that moment passes he continues his ministrations until he’s able to fit three fingers inside of himself.

“Good boy” you praise him as he holds up his bunny tail butt plug to you so you can coat it in lube. He whines at your words and takes a deep breath before he begins to push the tip of the plug inside of him, gasping as he works it in further with small circular motions. You had stopped palming yourself moments prior not wanting to get carried away too soon. There’s still evidence of your arousal, however, a small damp spot showing on your underwear. Rook has yet to notice, his eyes still screwed shut as he continues to press the toy into him. He’s making slow but steady progress when all of a sudden he gasps, the hand that was holding the plug swiftly moving to cover his cock as he falls onto his elbow.

“Merde” he shakily moans, burying his face into his arm. You feel yourself spasm below your waist turned on by his actions and study his movements. The only movement you see is the subtle movement of his hips as he gently grinds himself into his hand, thighs coming closer together. He flinches as he feels the back of your hand softly stroke the hair behind his bunny ears.

“Aw, did my bunny almost have an accident” you coo. He doesn’t respond right away, but you continue stroking his hair until he can look up at you, unshed tears dotting the corners of his eyes. He looks ashamed.

“I- a little came out” he admits but he quickly adds on, “but I stopped it for you. I wanted to please you” his lips form a pout. You slightly lift his chin with your finger.

“You really tried to be a good boy, didn’t you?” He nods earnestly, hanging on your every word. “I’m not mad, bunny. You just need some more training.” He nods again.

“But we’ll do that another day, yeah? I think you did enough to get a small treat” His eyes light up and if he had been a different type of pet you know he would be wagging his tail.

“Would my bunny like to fuck-“ he’s already nodding his head before you can finish your sentence, “my thighs and empty his bladder?”

“Please” it’s barely above a whisper.

“Good. Let me just fix your tail” he had pushed it far enough that it didn’t fall out when he took his hand away, so you lean forward and slowly push it until the rest is nested inside him, causing him to moan in response.

“I’m ready when you are, pretty bunny” You permit him to get up after you’ve laid back and applied some lube to your inner thighs. He glances at your underwear and back to your face wordlessly asking if he can remove them, but you shake your head, smirking.

“Not yet” He’s so excited to fuck your thighs, however, he doesn’t even look disappointed at your answer. Carefully getting up on his knees and moving forward, you lift your legs, allowing him to push them together. He ruts against you at first, pressing a few kisses onto your calves before he begins to push his hard cock between your thighs.

“Merde” he gasps, and you can feel him trembling by the time he’s pushed his cock all the way through, his body flush against your legs.

“Mon maître feels so good” he follows his words with a string of moans as he begins moving, slowly thrusting until he feels capable of more. You stimulate yourself with your fingers as he speeds up, grip on your legs becoming tighter. His dick slides easily between your thighs, and you know he’s getting close when he thrusts with more fervor, his balls slapping the back of your legs.

“Ah, you look so cute bunny rutting into me so eagerly. I know you can hardly keep yourself from finishing. How desperate you are to mark me with your scent, so you just let go, bunny.” You reach forward, loosely grasping the top of his dick as his movements slow so you can rub his tip, eliciting a strangled moan.

“Show me how badly you want me to keep you.” Your words finally cause him to lose control, warm liquid splattering against your stomach. He’s quick to separate your legs so he can fully see you as he continues to relieve himself, taking hold of his cock so he can aim his stream at your crotch.

“Good boy. You were holding so much” you moan, involuntarily bucking your hips a bit, burning with desire. His smile is delirious as his stream tapers off and he ruts his cock against you, his length pressed against your soaked underwear. You cup your hand over the top of it, creating a small pocket to give him more friction, which gets him to climax, eyes rolling back as you feel a thick rope of cum spurt over your skin.

You keep your hand squeezed against his length as he comes down from his high, gripping your hips and babbling ‘merci’ over and over as he continues to gently rub himself against you. He looks so dazed and unaware of his movements that you’re surprised when he looks directly into your eyes, rubbing circles into your skin, eyes having a new light of desire in them.

“S’il vous plaît, maître. Can I smell you?”

“Go ahead, pretty bunny” He grins excitedly as he lays down on his stomach, the tip of his nose grazing your damp underwear.

“Mmmm” he moans, pressing his nose further into you, inhaling your scent. You haven’t come yet, but you can feel the tightness growing in the pit of your stomach. You twitch as he continues to rub his face up against you, quivering as he gives you a small lick. He looks up at you, wordlessly asking your permission to continue, which you give with a nod of your head.

“That feels so good, bunny” You grasp his golden locks, careful not to disturb his bunny ears as you grind yourself against his face, muffling his moans of pleasure. “You just love smelling our scents mixed together, don’t you? Leaving a trace of yourself on me”

“Mmmhmm” he stops and tilts his head towards you as his fingers play with the top edge of your underwear. “Can I smell more of you? Please?”

“Yes, because I know you’re going to make me feel good, bunny.” He bobs his head in agreement not wasting any time before he takes off your underwear not even trying to hide his excitement at burying his face into your pubic hair. He nuzzles his nose into you, and you can feel him inhale.

“You’re wet from my piss that leaked through your underwear” He observes and smiling in delight, he rubs his cheek up against you as well causing you to move your hips to chase the friction of his touch. He then draws a long line against you with his tongue, letting his tongue take more time roaming your most sensitive parts. Despite your loud moan, you still can make out the sound of the giddy giggle he lets out with his face still up against you.

“What?” The word is a mix of a chuckle and another moan. When he tilts his head up you’re met with an amused grin and eyes shining with adoration.

“I just love that you let me mark you like this.” He inhales your scent again as if to make his point. “I love you so much” he presses a kiss on the tip of your sensitive area. “I want your scent on me too” he nuzzles his cheek against you again before adding, “Please.”

“What a desperate bunny” You can’t hold back your chuckle. “I gave you a treat and you still ask for more and more.”

“Please” he begs again.

“Lay on your back greedy bunny” You easily give in still needing to get off yourself anyway. He wiggles his hips in excitement before doing as you asked, looking at you with open anticipation. You straddle his waist, no layers of clothing between you as you grind against his cock.

“Agh” Rook groans and grips your thighs tightly. Your hands are splayed across his chest, holding your weight as you slowly begin to move your hips.

“Fuck. It feels so good using you like this bunny” You close your eyes enjoying the feeling of you essentially frotting with him. You grind deeper into him, moving your hips in circular motions, keeping a slow pace so you can coax yourself to relaxation and release.

When Rook feels your warm piss begin to pool on top of him, he becomes a whining and writhing mess. The sight of him in such a state with your piss spilling over him combined with the relief of release has you close to your climax, so now you allow yourself to rut against him with more zeal.

It’s your excited bunny that cums again first, wildly bucking his hips up into you when your pace speeds up until a thin stream of cum spurts out of him. Still grinding against him, you swipe your thumb along his stomach, collecting a mix of your piss and his cum that you bring to his lips. He eagerly sucks on the pad of your thumb and after he's done you slip your finger through the metal loop on his collar, pulling him closer to you for a messy but passionate kiss where you take his tongue between your lips. You feel his hand move between your bodies to assist with your climax.

“Ah, you’re such a good bunny” You give him one more praise before you cum against him, crying his name. Your thighs slightly tremble as you lay down on his chest, both of you out of breath.

“C’était magnifique” Rook whispers breathlessly, wrapping his arms around you. You smile against his skin, reaching a hand up to affectionately stroke his hair. He catches your hand kissing your wrist before he allows you to do so. You hum in content, your body and mind feeling light. You don’t even mind all the sweat, cum, and piss slicked onto both of your bodies even when it makes you a bit cooler as it dries.

“We should get cleaned up, but I just want to lie here with you a bit longer” you admit, gazing up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. You’re met with similar droopy eyes and a fond smile.

“I want whatever you want” Rook responds easily, holding you even tighter against him. You already knew it to be true, but you're never letting go of your bunny.

a note from vern: i think i looked at this fic for too long bc i got to the point where it started to seem meh with Rook being ooc and a bit boring but i'm going to trust that's just my dysfunctional brain. anyways if you wanted some insight into some horny thoughts floating around my brain on 4/20, here it is !!

#twisted wonderland #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #dom reader #sub rook #cw piss #cw pet play #cw drug use #cw scent kink

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an1meslvt · 1 year

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request: girl can we get toxic!shuri who is jealous of a girl throwing it back on the reader in the club and she ends up blaming the reader and they have a argument after

|𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻|

𝘁𝗮𝗴: toxic!shuri x black!fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: toxic relationship, stoner!shuri, strap slinger!shuri, a bit of angst, arguing, suggestive themes, fluff at the end 🫶🏾

translations: xhosa: mholweni-hello, ewe-yes, ndiphendule-answer me, ungowam-you are mine, Ndinayo yonke into oyifunayo sithandwa sam-i got everything you need my love, usana-baby

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: y/n and shuri’s relationship ended almost 3 months ago and while y/n is trying her best to move on, shuri refuses to let go.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

“girl you sure shuri gon be ok with you coming out tonight?” your friend destiny held your hand as you both walked into the club. “girl i ain’t concerned about her! i’m here to have fun, she’ll be ight.” you waved your friend off with a bit of an attitude causing her to scrunch her face up. “ok not too much…i tryna make sure this bitch ain’t lurking in the bushes or nun, damn.” “girl she might be knowing her.” you said, causing your friend to laugh.

“oouuu, the fine mfs is out tonight! i will most definitely be getting laid.” destiny says. “girlll whatt like i’m finna turn up!” you yell over the loud music. you guys walk over to the bar, sitting down. “hey what can i get you ladies?” the bartender ask. “we’ll both have tequila on the rocks please.” destiny says. just then someone comes over. “mmm tequila, y’all most definitely tryna get fucked up tonight, huh?” you both look up to see three pretty girls looking down at both of you.

“shit, hell yea! my friend right here just got outta this busted ass relationship with a damn psychopath so i’m tryna get her some fun in while she can.” destiny says side eying you. “dess, stopppp! i said ian wanna talk about her tonight!” you whined. the three girls laughed. “we been there done that, mami, no sweat. but get y’all drinks and come with us to the dance floor.” shiddd she ain’t have to tell y’all twice.

now y’all where all drunk, dancing on eachother. it was like a scene out of euphoria. you was grinding on one girl, while another what throwing it back on you. destiny was basically fucking the other girl. to say you felt so stress free was an understatement. this is the most fun you’ve had in a long time.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

you ended up taking a uber to your best friend’s house were you spent the night. now it was morning and ofc you had a hangover(but thank god for coffee and tylenol). “girl we had a time last night.” destiny said as she descended down the stairs. “girl i knowww. we definitely gotta do that again.” you laughed, taking a sip of your coffee.

“well i’m glad i can take your mind off of ole girl. you was really stressin’ over it-oop speaking of the devil.” destiny’s previous sentence was cut off by the ringing of your phone, she walked back upstairs to give your phone call some privacy.

you rolled your eyes as you saw who was calling you. “hello?” you said into the phone. “i’ve been calling you all night…where you been?” “shuri, look it’s 8 o’clock in the damn morning…too early for your shit. what do you want?” “i want yo ass home that’s what! why the fuck you not at yo damn apartment, y/n?!” “shuri, who the hell do you think you talkin to? you better lower yo damn voice at my damn apartment. you know them mfs quick to file a complaint over there! and why are you over there any damn way?.”

you could hear shuri scoff into the phone. “i don’t give a damn about all these irrelevant ass mfs over here y/n! i want your ass home in the next 20 minutes or imma do sum shit you not gon like.” the line went dead and you looked at your phone in disbelief. “yo des! i gotta go i’ll be back later.” you didn’t even wait for a response before you hopped in your car and swiftly backed out the driveway.

once you pulled up to your apartment complex, you could see her dora milaje guarding your door. “mholweni, y/n. queen shuri is waiting for you.” spoke okoye. “hi okoye…is it bad.” you said, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously. “ewe, she’s been fuming ever since last night…we’ll be in if things get out of hand.” she handed you back your kimoyo beads that you gave back to shuri when y’all broke up. “press the button right here and it will alert us immediately.” you nodded as they stood back to let you enter. “good luck.” whispered okoye before they walked to go wait in the ship.

you nod and walk in, closing the door behind you. “so you just love to piss me off, huh?” she said, puffing on her freshly lit blunt. you looked at her confused which caused her to chuckle darkly. she walked hurriedly towards you while fidgeting with her kimoyo beads. next thing you know, your back was against the wall and hologram of you and your friend dancing last night was showing.

“you think you fucking slick?! huh, y/n?! you think i don’t got people watching you everywhere you fucking go?! huh?! ndiphendule!” she screamed, pushing you further into a wall. all you could do was cry and try your hardest to push her away. “shuri, please! let me go!” you continued to struggle against her but to no avail.

“why the fuck do you think you can give your body to anyone else but me?! you belong to me! ungowam!” she yelled. you bit her arm which caused her to stumble back and wince. “fuck you, shuri! i’m my own person! i can do what the fuck i want because we’re not together!” you screamed, running to the kitchen.

she followed close behind you. “i don’t even know why i agreed to that shit anyways. you said you needed space and i gave it to you! not go and claim to be single for 3 months! fuck is wrong with you?!” you laughed in disbelief. “mf you walked out on this damn relationship! for some whore who only wanted you for your money, and you seriously tried to say you could be with both of us at the same time! if i said sum shit like that you would fucking kill me!.”

“you damn right i would! and that was a mistake, everyone makes fucking mistakes-” you cut her off. “yea and you made alot of em’ too, shuri! too damn many as far as i’m concerned, i loved you, i gave you everything, every fucking i had to give! and you threw it away like you didn’t give a damn about me or my feelings! so don’t tell me about you making no got damn mistakes!” you yelled.

“you make me mad on fucking purpose! you know you’re mine and can’t nobody else have you! so stop acting like you single cuz you’re not.” shuri gently put her tatted hand around your throat, making you whine. “why you keep playin wit me, mami? you know i’m what’s best for you, right? ndinayo yonke into oyifunayo sithandwa sam.” she whispered before kissing you sweetly. before you could process everything, you found yourself laid back on your couch with shuri between your legs, giving you the greatest pleasure.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

and when y’all where done, she held you close to her, peppering kisses along your face. “how’re you feeling, usana?” she cooed. “i’m ok, just a bit sore.” you rasped, your voice half gone from screaming. she smirked which turned into a light chuckle. “i wonder who could’ve did that.” she said playfully, which caused you to roll your eyes.

“whatever shuri.” you waved her off before getting comfortable in the bed. “you know, i’m not tired at all. don’t make me give you round 11.” she laughed at the way your body tensed up. “relax, sthandwa. i’m just playing.” she laughed, causing you to calm down. after a few minutes, there was a loud pounding on your door, followed by yelling. “is that okoye?.” “nah they’re in the ship waiting.” shuri used her kimoyo beads to pull up footage from your ring camera outside.

“oh shit! it’s your fucking neighbor.” while shuri was dying of laughter, you were getting out of bed with an irritated sigh. slipping on a robe, you went down to the front door. “excuse me young lady, i heard a bunch of screaming! is everything alright?” the lady said trying to look in your home. ‘lord jesus, help me.” you thought. safe to say shuri was laughing her ass off. 😭

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First Time - Jennie x Male Reader

BLACKPINK Jennie x Male Reader

Hello! So this is my first ever fanfic, I hope you enjoy it :)

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I try to control my breathing, but I'm raging on the inside, and I think we can both feel the way he has my heart beating out of my chest. His eyes lock on mine as he peels my panties away from my lower half. Sliding his hands up my thighs he begins kneading away at my flesh and our lips meet for the first time tonight. A surge of passion. Electricity. Chemistry...whatever you want to call it, it was there, and I was more than ready. Snapping out of my thoughts I feel his tongue tracing bits of sweet nothings down my neck and onto the surface of my bare chest. Leaning my head back, I give him more access. Instantly closing the gap between us I can feel him growing against my core. Leaning backward he grabs my left leg placing it on his shoulder. Kissing from my ankle to my inner thigh and back down he picks my other leg up & repeats his actions. By now I was visibly leaking onto his soft white sheets.

"Look at that shit," He growled. " You already wet for me." Blushing under his stare he asks "can I have some?" All I can manage is a curt nod as I watch him descend between my legs.

He inhales my scent before groaning. In mere seconds his lips are devouring me while my mouth hangs open in sheer bliss.

I hiss as his tongue swirls around my clit. "Fuck...babe, fuck ooou." I can feel the smirk play on his lips as he hums something incoherent causing me to jerk forward and further into pleasure.

He gently nibbles on my clit causing me to moan loudly. "Ooou, yea." Grinding it lightly between his teeth for a moment he stops and continues to feast on me. I feel his tongue invade my walls and my legs begin to quake as my climax overtakes me. His face is drenched in remnants from his meal.

"Taste yourself Jen." He mumbles before crashing his lips into mine. I moan as his tongue probes my mouth giving me a taste of what he's waited so long for. "Shit, good huh?" He says as he rubs himself against my entrance.

"Mmm." I moan as I watch him guide himself up and down my slit. His eyes dancing across my bare skin as he places himself over me. Slowly he pushes into me. I gasp. Inch by inch. I can feel myself enveloping him. As he bottoms out in me I shudder at the fullness.

His head drops into the crease of my neck and he lets out a moan. "Gah...damn, why it's so tight?"

Unable to speak I bite down on his shoulder. Slowly he begins to move and his hips collide with mine. "Fuck..." As he gets more comfortable his thrusts start to get faster and harder and before you know it he's poking at that spot. My spot. "Babe...fuck, fuck me. Daddy." And like clockwork, my pussy starts to clench up around him. He stiffens at the sudden surge of tightness. It was clear he was coming undone. An almost feminine moan falls from his lips. He whimpers as my hold on him tightens a little more. Rotating his hips in a circular motion my hands naturally find a home on his back and my legs around his waist.

"Fuck baby you gonna make me cum." He whines. His thumb stokes my clit haphazardly as he finds a mind numbing rhythm. I can time the tempo of his strokes with the contact of his chain against my skin. Stroke after stroke I moan. Stroke after stroke I scratch at his back. Stroke after stroke I call out his name. Stroke after stroke a bit of my sex leaks out and down my slit until he drives into me balls deep, yet again. It was maddening and it was turning me on, even more.

"I'm cumming." I manage to squeak out as I feel my stomach tighten and my pussy throb from within.

"Fucckkkkk." He growls as I feel him twitch inside of me. My orgasm finds a way to spurt out around him as he fights to stay buried deep within my sex. He moans and empties himself. Feverishly he bites at my lips and my neck and I smirk at the feeling. "Damn, Jennie" He mumbles breathlessly as his seed spills out of me and onto the sheets. Exhausted would be an understatement. That was time well spent.

Ambling out of the sheets he retreats into the dark. Mere seconds pass before the stark white bathroom comes into view. After turning on the shower and adjusting the heat to his liking I see his cheekbones peaking from around the door frame.

"You wanna join me?"

I shake my head no as I find myself taking in his features. Deep brown eyes, a chiseled jaw, chocolate lips, and the cutest birthmark I've ever seen. God this man was fine and to say he was a masterpiece was a complete understatement. The very thought of him made me radiate heat. I mean I burned with the intensity of a thousand suns.

"You sure babe?"

Cracked through the room as it brought me out of my thoughts. Suddenly out of breath and wanting him again. I claw my way through what seems like an endless sea of sheets to the end of the bed and make my way onto the floor.

All you can see is his smile as the distance between us closes with each stride.

I kiss him. Gently at first. Softly. Like I wanted him to feel like I do when I see him. Then with heat and passion and fervor leaving traces of me in every kiss.

The next thing, He knows my lips have made contact with him in another region & the surprise on his face is enough to tell me he never expected this. Our eyes lock and he watches helplessly as I devour him with my mouth. Swallowing him whole. I lick him from base to tip and back again.

It's funny how a little oral attention can turn a mans world upside down.

Back and forth I go, swirling my tongue around the head suckling at every single drop of pre cum as if I were trying to get to the center of a Tootsie pop and just like that pop I wanted to taste what was inside.

One hand and the base and the other rubbing feverishly at my core. I pull him from my mouth. Slapping it across my face I glance up and ask " how many licks?" Laughing to myself I stroke him with both hands as I guide him back into my mouth and down my throat until tears start to stain my eyes.

"Fuck, babe.." Spit. Suck. Lick. Caress. Repeat. Until I can feel his knees lock and his release glide down my throat. Swallowing all of him. I kiss him from base to tip again.

Standing to my feet I kiss his lips and walk towards the shower. "Daddy, you coming or not?"

A look of bewilderment is plastered on his face as he stands stuck. The counter and the door frame his only support.

Standing in the shower as a steady stream of water beads down on me from above. Thoughts permeate my mind of what we'd just finished doing. My cheeks begin to redden and a smile parts my lips as a pair of slender chocolate arms wrap around my torso. Instantly I feel the need to close the gap between us. Clearly he feels the same because before I can act on my feelings there he is pressing himself into my lower half.

"You're driving me crazy, you know that? Baby girl I'd make love to you all night if I could."

"Mmmm. Who says you can't?" I turn around to challenge him.

As if on cue Soulection starts the blare from the bathroom's speakers. A soundtrack to the nights festivities starts to play, show number 382. A smile reaches from ear to ear as I giggle because I know the irony of this soundtrack, and staring into the face standing before me I can tell he knows the importance of it too.

The very first sound he ever sent me. Touched me in a way that only he can touch me now. Touched me in a way that he will touch me over and over and over again. Until I reach my peak and see mountain tops and stars and scream his name until my voice is nothing, but a whisper.

Taking my face in his hands, he guides me backwards into the showers wall kissing me with every bit of emotion he could muster. No words needed to be spoken and in a flurry we somehow turned the bathroom into another bedroom. Taking me right there on the freshly waxed linoleum floor. I find myself calling to another orgasm.

"Oh fuck," He whispered as he pushed himself into me for the third time still unable to give me the full feel of him before pulling out all the way to the tip. Once again he rested at my entrance preparing himself to delve deeper into my wetness.

His hands sat on the backs of my thighs. Gripping them tighter he used all his strength to flip me over onto my knees. Placing an arch in my back I lay my head on the cold floor. A few light moans escaped my lips as I felt him trail wet kisses from my back to the rounds of my ass to my inner thighs. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as he flicked his tongue across my clit.

"Oh shit, daddy" I said exasperated. We hadn't even gotten to the fucking and I was leaking like a faucet as I felt myself about to cum.

He spread me apart as I felt him smile against my folds. Taking my pearl into his mouth he caressed me with his tongue. Softly, at first and then more desperately. Sucking and biting, licking me from front to back my legs started to betray me. Feeling little quakes in my limbs I had no choice, but to grab at the tufts a little tighter digging my fingers into the comfort of the shagged rug before me. I lurched forward when I felt his tongue start to fuck me. "Mmmm fuck me baby, ahhh. Shit, ahhh."

Matching his rhythm I began to fuck him back. Rolling my hips a little every time my pussy collided with his mouth I knew I was close to coming undone.

I think he knew it too because as soon as I felt my walls clench he slipped two fingers inside of me and worked them in a come hither motion until I found myself sprawled out on the floor in a puddle of my own juices.

Legs still shaking, thighs still dripping, and pussy still throbbing I felt he lift me up and slide deep into me. My back arched and I couldn't help, but get hot all over again.

He went slow at first. Even and measured almost like there was a method to fucking me the best he could. Ramming into me at full force then slowly withdrawing himself until every inch was ready to plunge back into me. Over and over he did the same thing. My pleads for him to fuck me harder and faster seeming to fall on deaf ears until he changed his approach.

Wrapping his fingers around my neck he picked me up off the floor. My legs tightened around his waist as I was finally being given what I begged for. A rhythmic slapping was the only thing you could hear besides my screams & his subtle whispers. Ever so often he would stop to pull out & slap my pussy with his dick only to be balls deep in me five seconds later. I felt him tense up and I knew he was close. Every step he took was attached to a mind numbing stroke. Someway, somehow we ended back up in his California King.

Flipping us over I got on my feet and began to bounce up and down twirling my hips ever so often. It didn't take long before his hands shot up to my waist and held me down. "Damn Jennie" was the only thing to escape his mouth, but I wasn't stopping now. Getting on my knees I rode him slower and softer leaning down to kiss him, my tongue in his mouth was quickly replaced by his tongue on my breast. One nipple in his mouth the other in his hand being rubbed under his thumb. "Ah, fuck. I'm a nut." He said with a pained expression on his face. I tightened my walls around him and rode harder feeling his dick throbbing between my legs as he thrust upwards to meet my body on its way down. He came. Filling me up I jerked my hips forward and backward until I felt him stop inside me.

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fandomtherapy44 · 5 months

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castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Sam and Dean. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since there are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 2,931

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

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POV: (Y/n)

Mhhh I love the fresh smell of coffee and a good book and the rain to pair it with. It's almost too good to be true because it is. “We need to talk.” It was Cas. “Cas? I'm dreaming aren’t I.” “It's not safe here. Someplace more private.” “What’s more private than my own head?” “Exactly. Someone could be listening.” He looked more serious than usual. I stood up, almost reaching out. “Cas what’s wrong?” “Meet me here.” He hands me a piece of paper and his hand lingers on mine. “Go now.” I wake up with a startle and a bad feeling and cold sweat mixed together.

“Well, what did he say, Y/n? What was so important?” We had flashlights while going through an abandoned warehouse. “Sam, if I knew, would I have woken you guys up scaring the shit out of you? And risk Dean shooting my face off!?” Sam was quiet after that. “Thank you!”

We come into this room that looked like something had exploded. “It looks like a bomb went off.” “It was a fight.” I stated a matter of factly. “Between who?” Both of them asked. I looked up at the wall and a huge sigil in blood was there. “Guys that’s what Anna used to send the Angels away.” The three of us are staring in wonder when I glance to the side and see something I never wanted too. “Guys? CAS! CAS!”

I ran over to his body. I kneel down and start to shake him. “Cas wake up!” And he does. “Oh my gosh, are you okay!?” I started to ask and Cas looked confused but it was different than his usual questioning human behavior look. “What's . . . ? What's . . . ? What's going on?” “Just take it easy. Take it easy.” Dean said. “Oh. No.” “Cas, you okay?” “Castiel. I'm not Castiel. It's me.” Huh? “Who's 'me'?” Sam asked confused as well. “Jimmy. My name's Jimmy.” Jimmy? “Where the hell is Castiel?” I was now scared and befuddled. “He's gone.”

Jimmy was devouring his hamburger while the three of us still wondered who Jimmy was. “You mind slowing down? You're gonna give me angina.” Dean rudely said. “Dean!” I death stared at him. “I'm hungry.” “I'm sure you are.” I'm still trying to process all of this. “When's the last time you ate?” “I don't know. Months.” Holy crap I would be too. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm!” “What the hell happened back there? It looked like an angel battle royale.” Sam asked. “All I remember is a flash of light and I, uh . . . I woke up and I was just, you know, like, me again.” He looked at me during that pause.

“So, what? Cas just ditched out of your meat suit?” “I really don't know.” “You remember anything about being possessed? Anything at all?” “Yeah, bits and pieces. I mean, angel inside of you, it's kinda like being chained to a comet.” “That sounds awful.” I want to try to comfort but he is not Cas I sadly have to keep remembering. “Understatement.” “Jimmy, Cas said he wanted to tell us something do you remember that?” I asked sectionally “Sorry.” Shit. “Come on, what do you know?” “My name is Jimmy Novak. I'm from Pontiac, Illinois. I have a family.”

Hearing how Jimmy got possessed I felt terrible for him and his family so I knew what had to happen even though it would break my heart Jimmy deserves to be happy. “So, what do we do?” Sam questioned. “Sam what do you mean Jimmy has a family.” “I agree with Y/n.” “I don't know about that. Guys, he's the only lead we got.” “He doesn't know anything.” I was getting annoyed at this point. “Are you 100 percent about that?” “You think he's lying? What, you wanna go Guantanamo on the guy?” “Dean, maybe he doesn't even know what he knows.” “Huh? Sam.” “I say, at least we get him to Bobby's. Maybe all he needs is hypnosis or a psychic. Or hell, maybe Cas will just drop back into him.”

I didn't know if I wanted that, Jimmy deserved to live a happy life but at the same time I just wanted to look at his face and know it was my best friend. “We don’t know Sam.” “Guys, back there, that was angel-on-angel violence. Now, I don't know what's going on, but it's big. And we can't just let the only lead we got just skip out.” Dean shaked his head.

“What?” “You remember when our job was helping people? Like, getting them back to their families?” That was a good point I remember when our biggest worry was where dad was. “You think I don't want to help him? I'm just being realistic. I mean, hell, we're doing him a favor.” “How Sam!?” I kind of yelled. “Guys, if we want to question the guy, you can damn well bet the demons do, too.”

“The hell are you talking about, I can't go home?” Jimmy uderstanbly was angry. “There's a good chance you have a bull's-eye on your back.” Dean told him. “What? From who?” “Demons.” I stated with one word. “Come on, that's crazy. What do they want with me?” “I don't know, information, maybe?” “I don't know anything!” “Jimmy we know but the demons will still jump rope with your insides no matter what.” “Look, I'm done, okay? With demons, angels, all of it. I just want to go home.” “Of course we understand.”

“I don't think that you do understand. I've been shot and stabbed and healed, and my body has been dragged all over the Earth. By some miracle, I'm out, and I am done. I've given enough, okay?” He goes to walk out but Sam stops him. “Look, all we're saying is that until we figure this out, the safest place is with us.” “How long?” “We really don’t know-” I started to say but Sam interrupted me. “We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.” Jimmy shook his head and continued to walk out. “Where are you going?” “To see my wife and daughter, okay?” “No, you're not. You're just going to put those people in danger.” “So, what, now I'm a prisoner?” “Harsh way to put it.”

It was four AM and I could not sleep. I mean usually I couldn't but not even could manage a slight nod off. Everyone else was sleeping and I just kept looking at Jimmy feeling guilty that we've kept him here. He deserves to go home, ughh I just hope Sam and Dean don’t find out. I got up as quietly as possible and left the room.

I was walking back with his bus ticket when I saw him running my way. “Y/n wait before you take me back-” I took out the ticket. “You better hurry, your bus leaves in an hour.” He was confused. I handed him it and kept on walking. “Y/n.” “Yes.” “In this past year the bits I do remember you were there you mean a lot to him you were his best friend too.” Tears were now burning in my eyes. “Thanks, Jimmy and I mean this with all my whole heart. Have a great life.” “You too Y/n.”

We were now driving to get to Jimmy even though I literally just let him go so I was praying that he was safe but of course my prayers never get answered. “Hey, guys.” It was Anna scaring the shit out of us, she popped up right beside me. “Aah! Jeez.” The car swerved. “You ever try calling ahead?” “I like the element of surprise.” “Well, you look terrific.” Dean looked back at her. “I will slap you upside the head Dean Winchester.” “Um, yeah, not the most appropriate time, Dean. You let Jimmy get away?” I suddenly thought the outside looked very interesting.

“Talk to ginormo here.” “Sam. You seem different.” What does she mean? She looks at Sam like she knew something. “Me? I don't know. Heh. A haircut?” “That's not what I'm talking about.” “So, what'd Jimmy tell you? He remember anything?” “Why? What's going on?” “It's Cas. He got sent back home. Well, more like dragged back.”

“What!?” I almost yelled out. “To heaven? That's not a good thing?” “No. That's a very bad thing. Painfully, awfully bad. He must have seriously pissed someone off.” I hope it wasn't because of us. “Cas said he had something to tell me. Something important.” I told her. “What?” “I don't know.” “Does Jimmy know?” “I don't think so.” “You don't think so? Whatever it is, it's huge. You gotta find out for sure.” “That's why we're going after Jimmy.” Sam tried to get Anna to stop nagging us. “That's why you shouldn't have let him go in the first place. He's probably dead already.”

We pulled up to Jimmy’s house just in time to hear a scream. When I ran in there were two demons attacking Jimmy and his wife. I go behind the man and cut his throat. The other Demon approaches us. “Go. Get them out of here!” Sam screamed at us. And I grabbed Claire to get her out. “Daddy!” She of course wanted to stay. I kneeled down quickly to her level. “Claire, listen to me we have to go I will help your dad, I promise.” “Promise. Now go.” She ran out the door. A demon was now on Jimmy. “Get off of him!” I throw it off and fight to stab it flips me over and now is doing the same. It gets very close when it dies and Jimmy is standing over it. “Come on!” He offers his hand and we run out of the house.

The parking garage was cold but safe and this time I knew Jimmy had to come with us. “You were right.” “I'm sorry we were.” I regretfully told him. “I'm telling you, I don't know anything.” “I don't think they're inclined to believe you.” “And even if they did, you're a vessel. They're still gonna wanna know what makes you tick.” “Which means vivisection, if they're feeling generous.” “I'm gonna tell you once again, you're putting your family in danger. You have to come with us.” Sam was now getting aggressive.

“How long? And don't give me that "cross that bridge when we get to it" crap.” Jimmy had a right to know. “Look Jimmy-” Once again Sam cut me off. “Don't you get it? Forever. The demons will never stop. You can never be with your family. So you either get as far away from them as possible or you put a bullet in your head. And that's how you keep your family safe. But there's no getting out and there's no going home.” “Well, don't sugarcoat it, Sam.” “I'm just telling him the truth, Dean. Someone has to.” Jimmy goes to say goodbye to his family. “

Were driving away from the garage. “What the hell happened back there?” “What?” “You practically fainted trying to gank a demon.” “You did what!?” I was very surprised. “Okay, I didn't faint. I got a little dizzy.” “Well, you can call it whatever you want. Point is, you used to be strong enough to kill Alastair. Now you can't even kill a stunt-demon number three?”

“What do you want me to say about it, Dean?” “Well for starters, what's going on with your mojo? I mean, it's yo-yoing all over the place. I'm not trying to pick a fight here, okay? I just – you're scaring me, man.” “I'm scaring myself.” That is not good considering Sam looked like he hadn't slept in a week. His phone ranged and he answered it. “Hello? . . . Who is this?” “Hey. It's your wife.” Sam handed the phone to jimmy. “Amelia? . . . Oh, my God.”

God do I hope this plan works. “Alright, they're expecting you to come alone. That's exactly what you're gonna do.” “We'll work our way through the catwalks. We'll be right behind you.” “All you gotta do is stay calm and stall. Let us do our job.” “You want me to stay calm? This is my family we're talking about.” I took Jimmy’s shoulder and turned him to me. “Jimmy, I promise that nothing will happen to your family and you.” He looked like he believed me. “Give me a minute, okay?” He got out of the car. “There's no way they're expecting him to come alone, Guys. You know this is probably a trap.” “Yeah, I know. That's why I have a plan.” Dean was so confident which was scary because if this didn't work out I would never forgive myself.

“Oh, you're such a liar. Like I didn't think you’d bring the three stooges, hmm?” The demon lackey brought us out. “Great plan Dean!” “Yeah, well, nobody bats 1,000.” “Got the knife?” The demon brought the knife out from my pocket. “And you know what's funny?” “You're a bitch even after death.” I commated. “Is I was actually bummed to get this detail, picking up an empty vessel. Sort of like a milk run. Now look who landed in my lap.” “Yeah, well, you got us, okay? Let these people go.” “Oh, Sam. It's easy to act chivalrous when your Wonder Girl powers aren't working, huh? Now for the punch line. Everybody dies.” She holds up a gun to me acts like she's about to shoot but instead turns the gun on Jimmy. BANG! “NO!!!”

I try to get out of the demon’s hands but to no avail. “Jimmy!” “Waste Little Orphan Annie.” The demon goes over to Clarie with a bat. I mange to sqrime out of the demons hands just in time. Clare looks up but its not her it’s Cas? She suddenly grabs the pipe in one hand and places the other hand on the Demon's forehead. The Demon screams as he is exorcised in a bright light. Using the distraction, Sam and Dean turn on the Demons holding them. While they struggle, Clarie, who is now possessed by Castiel, burns away the ropes holding her. Jimmy lies on the ground, bleeding, and looks at her in horror. I ran to Jimmy. It’s bleeding so much.

“Jimmy you're ok you're ok.” I took off my jacket and tried to press the pressure “I'm so sorry.” I'm so focused on him that everything is background noise. “Clarie.” She’s right beside me. “Of course we keep our promises. Of course you have our gratitude. You served us well. Your work is done. It's time to go home now. Your real home. You'll rest forever in the fields of the Lord. Rest now, Jimmy.” “No. Claire?” “She's with me now. She's chosen. It's in her blood, as it was in yours.” “Please, Castiel. Me, just take me. Take me, please.” “I wanna make sure you understand. You won't die or age. If this last year was painful for you, picture a hundred, a thousand more like it.” He looks at me and nods like he was telling me he was going to be okay. “It doesn't matter. You take me. Just take me.” “As you wish.”

Clarie puts her hands on her Father’s face and a bright light flashes. When it was over Clarie dropped to her hands it was a lot for her. Jimmy well I guess Cas just walked up and ignored his family and walked out. “Cas, hold up. What were you gonna tell me?” I catched up to him. “I learned my lesson while I was away, Y/n. I serve heaven, I don't serve man, and I certainly don't serve you.” He walked away and my brothers were just as stunned as me but I snapped out of it.

“OH HELL NO!” I followed after him. “Cas you get your ass back here right now.” “Why, because I'm your dog?” I was baffled. “What Cas no I- what happened?” “I just got told the truth that the only reason why you're friends with me is because I can do anything and I will come running if you call.” “Cas I don't know what the hell why you think but it's not like that and you know that!” “Y/n you're not my friend you're a distraction from my mission which is Dean Winchester.” “SO, after everything I'm what nothing.” “No y/n… you're a distraction and I can’t have those.” He got close and handed me back the phone I got him. He walked out after that. And what I felt was everything at once.

We got to Bobby’s house and this day just gets worse and worse. “Well, thanks for shaking a tail.” “Yeah, you got it.” Sam stepped in the ghost panic room. “All right. So, uh, what's the big demon problem?” Sam said, looking around. “You are. This is for your own good.” Bobby slammed the door shut. “Guys? Hey, hey. What?” “This isn't funny. Guys! Hey! Guys?” I don’t know what to do how could I help my brother when I couldn't even help my best friend?

Hey Guys hope you enjoyed it. I am so sorry this took forever. I have been really busy. But I will try to update whenever I can. For the first time we end on a cliffhanger. I loved this episode. Everyone did an amazing acting job. And let's put our hands together for Misha for Jimmy so good and then snapping right back to Cas. We are almost to the end. I can't wait!

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danses-with-dogmeat · 8 months

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Day 13 -- Glory

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 13 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Praise with Glory x F!Reader

I. Love. Glory.

She's just the absolute coolest character, I swear-- I hope this does her any justice at all, since I think I may have been slightly dead when writing this one 😅

I hope y'all like it though!

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Praise, marking, oral sex, cunnilingus, slight orgasm control/denial, pleading, a lil bit of overstimulation, voice kink, aftercare, reassurance.

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“Seein’ you like this, babe…” Glory’s tongue dragged over her bottom lip, swiping at your glistening mess like it was the sweetest syrup. “Just makes it all worthwhile, you know?”

A groan left you at the sight of her between your legs, at the warm feel of her mouth, at the matching bliss of her words. Glory knew you were in a delicate state, that the mission had been... well, failure was the understatement of a lifetime, but it just... Had gone about as wrong as a mission could go. Due to that fact, your partner was being excessively kind and overly tender towards you; but even so, even knowing her play, her words made your chest feel tight.

“Stoooop.” You whined, closing your eyes tightly together as she laved over your center again, as her thumb carried on its incessant twirling over your over-sensitive clit.

“Can’t. You sound too good.”

The bucking of your hips nearly displaced her where she leaned over your thighs, utterly buried in your soaked folds. Another press of her hot tongue against your entrance, and you were gasping at the closeness of your release.

“Mmm, taste good too.”

“Please, Glory…”

Your sore fingers clasped with an iron grip over the thin bedroll beneath you as she paid your pleas no mind at all, overwhelming you with stubborn ecstasy.

The abandoned bunker’s walls were thick enough, thankfully, for your cries and moans not to be noticed by any… undesirables that might be roaming about, but still, much to Glory’s delight, your sounds echoed off the concrete in various directions, filling her wanton ears from every side, every angle.

“Keep saying my name, baby. Sounds so damn beautiful leaving you.”

You could feel the breath from her command spilling over your slickness as she delved into you again, setting those plush lips over your clit and giving a hefty suck that had your eyes crossing below your lids.

“Fuck, Glory.”

Small sobs were escaping your chest unwillingly now, sweat dripping from your forehead, your muscles clenching and unclenching with each wave of pleasure that was washing throughout your body. An answering moan left the synth as she heard the way her name left you, all breathy and lustful, brimming with desperation.

She was as merciless in the privacy of your presence as she was out in the field, a woman possessed with the urge to subdue her lover as well as her enemies, and just like them, she left you gasping and begging for mercy all the same.

Glory’s fingers dug into your skin as you writhed against her attentions, surely leaving blue and purple marks in their forceful wake.

“Shit, Glory… you’re insatiable.” You almost had to laugh out the words as your climbing pleasure threatened to reach a crescendo for the... third or fourth time this evening? You were quickly losing count.

Glory did, in fact, release a breathy laugh of her own in response, before rudely pulling away.

“Don’t you know it, baby.”

You nearly whined at the loss of her warm mouth caressing your dripping folds, but her thumb continued its fervent swirling over your sensitive, swollen bud, and so you remained, teetering on the precipice of your release. Your body was so tense, you could feel the ache of your muscles cramping below your skin, could feel the way your blood rushed through your veins in an effort to supply your body with the oxygen it needed to support this great climax that had only been building, building, building throughout the long night, with nowhere to go.

“Don’t get a reputation like mine by being passive.” Glory whispered to your skin, setting her smooth lips over one hip bone before her sharp teeth followed. You could tell how she reveled in the gasp you released at the hint of pain, her fingers clenching at you, pressing harder into all your sensitive spots; some from quickly-forming bruises, others from her continuous attentions over the course of the seemingly endless evening.

It only encouraged her.

Another love bite pressed to your skin beside the first, before her lips trailed lower, the pressure now setting over the inside of one of your clenching thighs.

Your breaths built up, coming in feverish gasps as her fingers worked over your clit, as she bit and sucked against you again, causing a distinct mix of pain and pleasure to surge through you and into your addled mind. One peek down at her as your eyes forced themselves open, and that was finally it.

Glory’s wild expression, the way those stark eyes bled into yours, brimming with overwhelming arousal, the way her lips glistened and her light hair fell in sweat-soaked strands over her forehead– you were gone.

Your hips bucked against the pressure of her, unconsciously jamming your pulsing clit into the contact of her rough, firm hands. Glory still didn’t relent.

Her fingers worked you through your climax, her mouth lewdly pressing to your lower lips again, to catch everything you poured out onto her with an expression of relieved delight.

“Glory…” You sighed as the pressure slowly faded, as your orgasm trickled out of your drained muscles, as the colors behind your eyelids dulled to that natural black and you finally settled like a tired sack of gravel on the bedroll.

“Enough, please… Can't take it.” Your voice was so weak, it’d be a wonder if she even heard your plea, but thankfully, your lover slowed her attentions, pulling the grip of her hands away from your skin as she gave one final, savoring lick.

“If you insist.” The reluctance was plain in her voice, as Glory pulled away fully, and crawled up the bed to plop down beside you. Strong arms wrapped around your body as you felt the post-orgasm fatigue set in, and pulled you firmly into her chest. Her grasp was a warm blanket around you, the folds of it cocooning your body inside, supporting you from every angle.

It was the epitome of comfort, of safety from the cruel outside world, from your even crueler thoughts, that she’d miraculously managed to keep at bay all through the night.

Until now.

“You were kick-ass, babe.” Glory’s own tired voice filled the quiet, interrupting the thoughts that had begun to whisper at the edges of your mind.

“I hardly did anything.” A weak chuckle escaped you, your body jostling her all-encompassing hold.

“You didn’t even have to.” Glory’s arms squeezed around you all the tighter, threatening suffocation, “That’s just how kick-ass you are.”

You meant to hum out your uncertainty at that, but her pressure meant only a sound akin to a groan could feasibly escape.

“And I wasn't just talking about tonight, lovebird.” Her grip loosened a bit, and you felt a gentle kiss press to the top of your head. “Because you’re right, I did do most of the work, but… That mission–”

You scoffed at that without even realizing.

“Hey.” Glory’s hand was on your chin in half a second, pulling your unconvinced gaze up to meet her firm one. “That mission wasn’t your damn fault, okay? You did everything you could, followed all the protocols, only made contact where absolutely necessary, and the Institute just… They were prepared. They had an inside man we weren’t anticipating, and you helped flush him out. Without you, we may never have found where he was operating out of.”

“But that synth… N4-17… I failed her.”

Glory sighed at that, sudden exhaustion ruling her expression.

“Sometimes… we can do everything right, Sole. And still, we can’t save everyone.”

Her grip tightened on you again, this time reassuring, brimming with empathy and a love you felt undeserving of.

“It’s just how it is in our line of work. We aim to do good, but in this world? That’s harder than most anything else.”

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