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#I drew my lips too thin but oh well
vixstarria · 4 months
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What do you want to do with it?
My headcanon is that over the course of the in-game romance with Astarion, when you stop having sex in Act 2, he still pleasures Tav, but draws the line at himself being touched below the waist directly, gradually exploring and expanding his limits.
Up to you to decide how far in the game this might be appropriate.
18+, smut, Astarion x GN!Reader, Astarion x Tav, explicit, porn no plot, dirty talk, 'use your words', oral sex (male receiving) (kinda?)
Approx 900 words
Tags: @thisisew - I'm not sure this is what you signed up for, but this is what you're getting today.
All under the cut.
Astarion had just brought you to another climax, using his lithe, skilled hands.  
“I love doing that to you... Your moans, the way you arch against me...” He continued to kiss your neck and stroke your body, clearly not content to be finished with you yet. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered. You turned in his arms to face him and drew him into a deep kiss. Once he pulled away from you, he gave you an intense and sultry look. He looked like he wanted to say something but was hesitant.  
“Can we try something?” he said, finally.  
“Anything, if you think you’re up for it.” You tried not to sound too eager, your heart suddenly picking up pace again. 
“I thought we could put that tongue of yours to good use,” he grinned.
Oh? Just like that? Now? There had to be a catch, you thought. 
He took your hand and ran it down along his shirtless torso until it rested over the bulge beneath his pants. This was the first time you’d felt it with your hand in what felt like eternity.  
“Feel how hard I am for you? How bad I want you?” he breathed, hoarsely, maintaining eye contact. He held your hand there, letting you squeeze and lightly stroke his erection through the fabric. The material wasn’t nearly thin enough for your liking.  
"Gods, I miss your cock,” you found yourself saying. Astarion just chuckled in response, his lips curling into a playful smirk.  
“What do you want to do with it?” he drawled. 
“Mmm, everything.” You were caught very much off guard, albeit pleasantly so. 
“Be specific.” 
He guided your hand, controlling the pressure with which you groped him.  
Hmm, where should I start... 
“I want it in my mouth again.” 
“Details, darling,” he whispered, rolling onto his back.  
So that’s what it was going to be. Very well.  
“You want details on everything I want to do with your cock?” You flashed Astarion a devilish grin as you hooked one of your legs around his and sank against him, to whisper in his ear. 
“Every filthy little detail, love,” he breathed, pleased that you took the bait.  
“Nothing filthy about making you feel good like you deserve,” you purred. “First, I'd want to take it in my hand and stroke it, while I licked it starting at the base of your balls, tracing that beautiful vein that runs along its length with my tongue.” 
Astarion hummed approvingly. 
“Then, once I worked my way up, I’d lick and suck lightly just around the head.” Astarion laid back and shut his eyes as you continued to whisper in his ear. 
“Tease its underside with my wet tongue until you start leaking precum for me.“ You nibbled lightly on his earlobe as you said this, making him groan. “I'd lick it all up.”  
You were starting to breathe harder, getting carried away by your own imagery.  
“Gods, I want to taste you again,” you whispered, licking the inner shell of his ear. You were starting to grind against his leg. “Touch me,” you pleaded. 
“And distract you while you’re doing such a good job..?” he smirked, his breathing hard too. “I think not. Keep going.” 
You whimpered discontentedly but continued. He still held your hand on his erection, letting you stroke it lightly through the fabric.  
“Then I'd put my whole mouth on it, working it deeper and deeper in, inch by inch, until it hit the back of my throat.” 
“How fast?” he asked, starting to lightly roll his hips into your hand. 
“Slowly at first, running my tongue all around the head each time I got to the tip.” The look on Astarion’s face was of agonised bliss. “Are you laying or standing in this little fantasy of mine?” 
“Standing,” he whispered, without hesitation. You grinned at the certainty with which he said that. 
“Oh? With me on my knees before you? Is that how you want me?” you teased. 
“On your knees like the good, dirty little devil you are. Keep going.” 
“I’d cup your balls in one hand as I sucked you, playing with them.” 
“Like this?” he asked, guiding your hand lower on the bulge in his pants. 
“Exactly like that. Then I’d pick up pace, sucking you wet and sloppy, humming and moaning around you, until I couldn't do it anymore.” 
“Couldn't do it anymore? You’d give up after all that hard work?” 
“You are a lot of hard work, love. I'd need you to grab my hair and fuck my mouth yourself, as fast and as long as you needed, until you came.” 
“Came where?” his grip on your hand tightened. 
“My mouth, of course. I want to swallow every last drop of you.” Your voice dropped lower as you murmured in his ear: “Do you want me to look you in the eyes while I do it..? I will.” 
He groaned and pulled your hand away, pinning it over your head, as he rolled on top of you, trailing open-mouthed kisses up your neck, over your jaw and up the side of your face.  
“Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?” he growled in your ear. “I’m going to be thinking about that ceaselessly. Until I finally let you do it.” 
“Good,” you said, biting his lip. “Now touch me again. I think I've earned a reward.” 
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byechristopher · 2 months
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pleaseee a fic where chris and reader meet for the first time (she's lowkey sad or some shit like that idk) and he's all starstruck by her 😞
lucky you.
–CHRIS STURNIOLO FLUFF.
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Author's note: hey y'all. I got the idea from this lovely anon (thank you for the request!🤍) and combined it with something that actually happened to me. Fate truly works in mysterious ways – so take this long, sappy story (based on true events, pft). I hope you like it! Do not copy/steal my work. :)
Warnings: long, sappy fluff. Very slight angst if you squeeze, but nothing crazy. Very long, didn't proofread!
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My mom used to always say – "that's life; when one door closes, another door opens". And if I still lived in the same house with mom, she'd know; I haven't seen an opened door in a long while. It is unfair but it is what it is and I had no intention of succumbing to tears in the solitude of my nightly despair.
Seated on the chilled bench, I instinctively drew my knees towards my chest in a desperate bid for warmth. The sheer elegance of my black tights, though adorning my legs, proved futile against the biting cold. Unfazed, I refrained from complaining; after all, they were my cherished favorites. Mascara was most likely smudged from my previous ugly crying, yet I ignored it, taking solace in my sweater's embrace.
Leaning my head against my knees, my fingers absentmindedly engaged with the laces of my shoes – a subconscious act of distraction. In the midst of this self-imposed solitude, a sudden exclamation pierced the quietude.
"Shit!" I heard a voice, someone angry. The mysterious guy threw his hat on the pavement and scoffed, his hair nearly as messy as mine. His gaze shifted towards me, a thorough assessment from head to toe, "care if I sit next to you?" he asked quickly. Without much ado, I responded with a nonchalant shrug. I didn't care, I had way more things to worry about.
I could feel him rummaging through his pockets, trying to find God knows what, he seemed upset, anxious, "want a cig?" I didn't see him, but I saw his extended arm in front of me. I don't think he was looking at me either.
"Sure." I murmured under my breath, taking a cigarette from him half-empty packet.
"Why does life have to be such a fucking bitch?" I chuckled in response, treating it more as a statement than a question. Offering another shrug, I watched as he scanned the area, likely in search of his lighter.
"If I had the answer to that, I'd probably murder this bitch." I chuckled, he chuckled too.
He held the lighter in front of me and only then did I turn my head to look at him – he was definitely not what I expected to see from what I've heard. While I didn't dwell on it for long, it seemed he did, as seconds passed without his lighter igniting. His intense pale blue eyes remained fixed on mine, and I briefly removed the cigarette from my mouth.
"Hello?" was my mascara that smudged that I scared the guy? He hasn't uttered a word.
"Oh.. sorry." he shook his head, as though attempting to shake off the reverie that had consumed him in the past few moments in his own world, "I just.. didn't expect you to be here?"
"Well.. I'm pretty sure we haven't met before. So how come you didn't expect me?.." I was confused.
"No, I mean.. you are very beautiful." he almost whispered but I caught that, and if I was just a little disconnected from reality, I probably would've blushed.
"Oh. Thank you." my lips turned into a thin line – I put the cigarette back into my mouth, grabbing his lighter instead.
He chuckled, "and I thought I didn't know how to take a compliment." he took his lighter back, taking a puff of his own cigarette.
"Don't you hear like a thousand compliments on a daily basis?" with my knees still pulled up to my chest, I embraced them tightly, resting my head against the comforting curve of my legs.
"Hm. And yet this was the best compliment anyone has ever given me." he placed a leg on the bench, just so that he'd be able to have his whole body face me.
I couldn't help but laugh, "yeah, I'm good at giving things. Not receiving."
He nodded, his hat still on the ground although he didn't seem to care, "understood.." he smiled and wow, he had a nice smile, almost contagious, "a fellow people pleaser, nice to meet you. I'm Chris."
I reciprocated with a nod and a quick smile. My name slipped off my lips swiftly, echoed by him, and I couldn't help but notice how much better it sounded when it rolled off his tongue.
"Will I ever see you again?" he looked me dead in the eye.
"Probably not." I pursed my lips, looking back at him.
He nodded as if he understood and dropped his burnt cigarette to the ground. Chris grabbed his hat and got up, offering another smile, "I believe in fate."
"I don't." I teased, smiling.
"You probably should." he shouted, already far away from me to speak normally.
What an interaction.
It had been quite a while since said interaction. Not that I thought about the guy a lot, but he definitely was in the back of my mind. Even when I was outside, he'd still cross my mind every now and then, like a nice, distant memory.
I chuckled as I gulped down my whiskey – the music was too loud for my own liking but it was a Saturday night and it'd be a pity if I stayed home once again; my friends begged and I actually like hanging out with them. I watched as my friends danced with each other, not too far away from me, as I rummaged through my purse to find the money so I could pay and leave.
"Fucking.. shit.." I cursed under my breath, turning my phone's flashlight on because the lights in that bar were bright as fuck, but apparently not enough to actually help me see.
"D'you need any help?" I heard a somewhat familiar voice shouting behind me. I turned around and my eyes widened when I saw him.
"I.. you!" I was beyond surprised, to say the least, because I was truly convinced I'd never see him again. Not because I didn't want it; but because I had enough on my plate already.
"Shit.." he whispered, and if I wasn't already looking at his lips, I wouldn't be able to know what he said, "..see, I told you fate works in mysterious ways."
"This was just a coincidence." I convince myself.
Was it, though?
"This was no coincidence and you know it.." he grinned and I let my eyes travel down his body for a few seconds – he looked best in black, ".. I need to see you again.." he muttered.
"Well, it seems you will indeed see me again." I smiled.
"Does that mean you'll give me your phone number?" he grinned and I saw his eyes do the same thing mine did to him; check me out.
I hummed, "..hmm.. no. We'll see if fate actually works." I smiled.
"You can't be serious.." he tilted his head, looking at me in disbelief, "I found you again, how can I leave when I don't know if I'll ever see you again?"
"You said you believed in fate."
I found him undeniably attractive and intriguing. However, at that moment, I realized I wasn't emotionally equipped to entertain the idea of liking someone or embarking on dates. The weight of my personal struggles loomed large, and I couldn't shake the fear that if he discovered the extent of my problems, he'd likely reject me. Hence, I concluded it was better to distance myself now rather than risk inevitable disappointment later on.
It's not like I'd see him again.
Truly, it's been more than a month since I last saw him; I did think about him way more often than usual but he still remained a nice, distant memory. A memory that was in the past and would never be in the future.
"Yo, we're leaving already? It's 2AM." my friend whined, although we were already walking down the stairs, toward the exit, with our jackets on and bags in our hands.
"No, love, we're just taking our fucking bags for a little walk." another friend replied, rolling her eyes and I couldn't help but laugh at their bickering.
Immediately after departing from the bar, he made his way out of the restaurant located directly beneath it. You have to be fucking kidding me.
"You.." he whispered, his eyes widened.
My mouth hung open, my eyes as wide as his; I really couldn't believe it this time. This couldn't be a coincidence, right?
"What.. are you doing here?" there was nothing else that could leave my mouth at that time.
"I work here.. now, you can't tell me this is a coincidence." he walked closer to me, although still keeping a distance to be respectful.
It definitely wasn't but I was still in the same mood I was back then.
"I can't tell just yet." I teased him; deep down I wished I could give him way more. But I knew I couldn't.
"Don't.. tell me.. are you not gonna give me your phone number? Again?" he chuckled in disbelief once again. I nodded.
"He better be a murderer, bitch; that's the only valid reason for you not giving him your phone number yet." shit, I completely forgot that my friends were literally behind me, staring at us; they knew nothing about this.
"Stop." I whispered to my friend and I don't think she heard me but she definitely saw the expression on my face.
"Please?" he said and I almost gave in when I saw those eyes.
I have always been self-destructive but this wasn't it, this time. It was realistic, right? I really couldn't do this; I knew he wouldn't be able to keep up with my lifestyle so I was just doing me a favor by saving myself from possible heartbreak. Right?
"I promise you now; if we meet again, I'm opening up to you. Fully. My phone number, my likes, my diskikes." I gave him a teasing smile, which he seemed happy to receive.
"Pinky promise. Now. I trust fate but not you." he chuckled and so did I.
"But you trust my pinky?" I laughed but he seemed serious, despite his playful stare. I sighed, still smiling, wrapping my pinky around his, "..promise."
This would probably never happen. It's fine.
This time, I really thought about him; dreamed about him even. That was very unlike me but it happened either way. I seemed to be doing lots of things that were unlike me lately – like going to this bar again. I wasn't going to see him but I was hoping to.
The whiskey was cold against my lips, my black dress hugging my hips as I sat down on the couch.
"Third time's the charm."
No.
I turned my head and saw Chris speaking to the friend group that were sitting next to ours; I saw them getting up and leaving, Chris replacing them.
"Oh God.. what did you tell them?" my grin was wider than usual, I really wanted to see him after all.
"That.. I needed to sit next to you. And that it was a matter of life and death." he smiled, taking a sip of his own drink.
"You're crazy."
"For you." he said, searching for something.
Before realising, I saw his phone in front of me, signaling me to dial my phone number. And of course, I did.
"So. Start. Tell me everything."
"Do you have free time?" I tilted my head, still looking at him.
"For you? Always." he chuckled.
I cupped his cheeks and pulled him closer, looking into his eyes to make sure he wanted to kiss me as well. And as soon as I felt him leaning towards me, I placed the softest kiss on his own soft lips.
"Take me home?"
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honestsycrets · 8 months
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enfócate | tutor!miguel o'hara x reader
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❛ pairing | tutor!miguel x student!reader, fake boyfriend!peter x reader
❛ type | explicit
❛ summary | jess is clear: miguel o'hara is a terrible boyfriend. he'll inevitably hurt you-- but peter has other ideas. or, you blow miguel in a library.
❛ tags | spanish tutor!miguel, bratty reader, a kiss with Peter, Miguel's jealousy, bjs, fake boyfriend!peter, slight obsessive qualities, fuck buddies, undefined relationships, fuck boy Miguel.
❛ reqs fulfilled | see here.
❛ sy's notes | the pov on this piece bothers me, it jumps between reader and Miguel. however, i did write two separate pieces for this request (a combined 25 pages vs my usual 11/12). so, i decided to meld them together to create this piece. anywho, if it bothers you, i understand! ❤️ I yoinked a lot of the Spanish from my Spanish learners textbook, hopefully, it's acceptable.
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He knew he wanted you from the first day he saw you in the tea cafe. 
Jess and he rarely visited the tea shop. It was settled on the edge of campus. Close to the social sciences and arts, but far from the work he did in the Genetics department. As a Ph.D. student, however, not all the work was done in the lab. Jess liked to see the different types of people that came to this tea cafe, where the chair cushions were fluffy emerald pillows and plants hovered overhead.
“Miguel? What's---” 
You stood apart from the other students with their sloppy, half-cropped, or frumpy appearances, there was a particular care you took to dressing. It was the embroidered bow in your hair that drew his attention. When you left to fetch a refill of chai, he noticed the soft, frilled socks in tiny ankle boots. He just knew you would taste sweet, leering as he watched you at the drink bar. Jess glanced in your direction, the way you adorably bowed your head after the tea artist gave you your drink, and just knew. Jess looked over her shoulder. 
“Not her.”
Jess’s voice was a drawn-out sigh of your name, punctuated by her fist beating the table. Miguel perked at the mention of your name. Oh, so she knew you. She was probably sick of his shit. Good, he was also sick of being used as a vibe check for the lesbians she wanted to pick up.
“Don’t you have enough side pieces?” 
Miguel didn’t respond. 
“She probably has a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. Look who she's with.” 
That finally got a response. 
“You don’t know that,” he kept his eyes straight ahead. You caught him staring, wiggling your little fingers in a hello as you sat at a table. "I want her."
You sat with an incredibly frumpy, annoying photography student who once took his picture for the lab website. Could he be… his attention wavered when you pulled out a book: Español para el siglo. His lips quivered into a wildly sardonic grin. Oh no, no no. It was too easy. 
“You’ll ruin her. She’s too innocent.” 
He leaned in. 
“Are you going to help me or not?” 
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“Buenas tardes,” 
Two chairs and a thin desk. The small study room was more of a glorified broom closet for its students. You were lucky that there was a large window that looked out over the student union, flowers blooming up its brick siding. Bits of lush dark green ivy poked into the window’s view from the library’s tall wall. As the sun set on campus, rich orange and pink settled over the sunset on that warm Friday afternoon. At least the sight was pretty for how overwhelmingly small the space was.
It wasn’t the space that bothered you. It was your tutor.
He was big-- big big. Not just a little big, but really big. The kind of big that was on bodybuilding competitions. It made his long, blue-grey muscle shirt and grey sweats look tiny, sucked to his well-pumped muscle. The room felt a lot smaller as you looked at him, his long brown hair whipped back over his neck. His eyebrows raised on his dark forehead, arms turning one over another, a bundle of muscle.
“Ah... you're him? The man from the tea shop.” 
He pulled free his sunglasses and set them down. His warm chocolate eyes glanced from the edge of your now too-short skirt to the glint of a dagger necklace that beat between your breasts. He’s staring. Why is he staring-- you finger the dagger between your thumb and index fingers, soothing yourself with the manipulation.
“Miguel.” He warmed, pulling the seat out beside him. His voice was buttery and smooth, almost like rich caramel. The lilt in his voice lightened, inviting you to take a seat by him. You should. You thought. Sit down. “Siéntate." 
You stared.
"I said sit down.” 
That was a bad idea. You paused, slipping the bag down from under your shoulder and onto the beige tile by the door. Miguel watched every slight movement. That’s fine. It’s natural to do that. You tugged the bottom of your skirt and took a seat beside him. Miguel pushed the chair back in, pushing your chest to the edge of the desk space. Oh-- oh boy, he was strong. Of course, he was, he was built like a-- 
“Bueno. Now you're settled. How can I help you?” 
Do that again.
“Me? Oh! I... Jess said you could help me need to pass a test,” you murmured. The four semesters of Spanish seemed relatively easy compared to being stuffed next to this Adonis in this tiny study room. Your legs settled over your skirt, hands working over one another to will down the pulse of your wily excitement. What was wrong with you? “To pass my language requirement.” 
You should have been able to do that alone but-- let’s say you weren’t the most applied to the language in your childhood. A tutor was a great alternative to embarrassment and thousands of dollars in classes. If only he didn’t look like… this. His large hand left the pasty back of your chair.
“Hm,” he paused. “¿Puedes hablar español?” 
“Sí,” you murmured. “My mami was-- well, I should have listened to her.” 
Hm. 
You want to know what Hm means. Your leg tremored on its own accord. He swept a leather bag by his side up and pulled out a thick folder, running across several tabs. Lab notes, diet plans, pruebas. 
“It happens,” he notes, sliding a page free. “Let’s see how much you know, princesa.” 
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to know more, to hear the hum of Spanish bouncing off his lips. It was a world apart from your mother’s shrill screams on Saturday mornings to clean an already clean house. It held its own beauty and mystery when he spoke it. You took the page from him, setting it down on the bland tablespace by your phone, lighting up with a notification.
Jess When you meet Miguel, don’t do it.
"¿Princesa?" you asked.
"You dress like one. Don’t worry if you fail,” you plucked out a pink mechanical pencil, complete with little animated characters tightened around the wrapping. You perked at his words, choking a small smile. “I expect you to.” 
Why was he like this? You took another unfortunate look at him, his large forearm plastered over the desk, making the book he had to look like peanuts in comparison. God, he was hot-- you felt comparatively hideous, drooling over a man that was out of your league. Maybe he could be your piece of eye candy this year. Your phone buzzed along the table again. Miguel’s eyes shot to it, a frown pulling at his lips. 
Jess Don’t fuck him. He can’t keep his dick to himself.
He reaches over, flipping your phone down with an overworked smile sundering his expression. It’s almost fake. 
“Are you…” you turned your eyes to the questions on the page. “A student?” 
“Grad student,” Miguel answered. So, older than you then. “I graduated with a BA in Spanish and a BS in Genetics.” 
“Oh! A dual degree?” The man couldn’t be normal. He had to do both. “Did it… take a while?”
“No, it was accelerated.” 
He was unreal. There was no way this man was ordinary. It was physically impossible for the man to be that hot and successful. You scribbled across the page, nipping the back of your pencil at particularly hard questions.
“So you just do this for… a living?” you asked him. 
“I teach and train clients, yes.”
“Train?” 
“Gym,” Miguel set his cheek on his fist.
“I do cardio with Jess. No strength training for me.” Jess-- who suggested Miguel to you. You had some shit to bitch at her about the next time you saw her. Namely, why she didn’t warn you about Miguel. He was a boon for chaos in your life.
“I’d waste your time. I’m all marshmallow,” you pat your soft belly. “All pan dulce and burros.” 
He chuckled. 
“You have a beautiful body.” 
And that was that. You set the pencil down on a page half full of answers, glancing toward his full lips. They were quirked into an arrogant smirk. He knew the effect he had on women. He glanced to the page, then to you, his lips growing into a smile laden with arrogance. 
“Your hips--” he glanced down, “My girls couldn’t pay to get them.” 
He noticed. You supposed that the miniskirt wasn’t the best choice for meeting a new man.
“Do you talk to everyone like this?”
“No. Only the ones that look at me like you did." 
Oh. 
 If it were a game of whom ate whom up first, you had to be honest-- it may have been you. You couldn’t shoot anything back at that, angling your head down at the page guiltily. A sigh fell from his chest. His large hand came to the back of your head, cupping the thick bow on the back of your head. His fingers ran across the silk, teasing it between his fingers.
“Calm down, you’re not the first one to do it. You won't be the last,” he turned your head to look at him, large fingers combing through the strands of your hair. He chased the panic in your wide eyes, doe eyes blown wide. Your heartbeat soared into your chest, choking you there, looking for an outlet from your shame. 
“Breathe for me,” he leaned in, his warm breath tingling your ear. His cologne was clean, like the lapse of the waves on the shore back home where the tropical heat was a second skin. You listened, taking a weary, deep breath in, then out again. Again. 
“Go on.” His knuckles rapped on the sheet. Miguel’s hand fell away. You found yourself longing for it again. 
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“He’s gorgeous.” 
“I told you not to fuck him," your superior, Jess said, her feet bouncing off the stairstepper effortlessly.
“I didn't-- I just, he called me beautiful.” 
“He would call anyone beautiful if it meant fucking them. Don’t fall for it.” 
You knew Jess wouldn’t say it unless she were serious. She always knew what you needed help with, where to locate a good solution, and had the right words to calm you down.
“How?” you said, louder than you intended. You were suddenly thankful for the pounding music that beat down on your ears in your school’s gym and the rush of people that came and went. “Jess, you’re a lesbian. You don’t understand-- he’s thick. Like, he’s luchador status big. Big, big.” 
“I’ve dated some thick women.” 
“And he likes me,” you said pointedly, rushing to the topmost step, remembering his words. The way he calmed you down from your embarrassment, seeming without concern for his own body. It was… sweet. “Men usually don’t like me, Jess. I’m too… soft.” 
“Okay, girl, whatever,” you were pretty sure she rolled her eyes. “Unless you’re going to be another one of his fuck toys, just ignore him.”  
“How?”
Her stare trained on the floors lapsed. Thirty and she was still going. “If you don’t want him, just fire him. What’s going to do? Come find you?” 
You stopped for the entirety of five… or ten seconds. Enough to consider her words. Enough to quite literally get plop off the stair stepper and onto the cold floor. Jess exhaled a stale breath, reaching over to jam the STOP button on your machine. Ow.
“Good job.” 
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Miguel likes to tutor you. Not because you’re good at Spanish, no, for a girl that grew up with a Spanish mother, your skills are quite poor. But he likes the opportunity to have you in a room all by yourself, late at night. Wednesdays are great days for that. 
Your soft buttercup yellow dress is short today, exposing your thick thighs that take up so much of the chair. He pretends that he’s listening as you go over a list of irregular verbs, your lip pouting in response to the irregular verbs. Some were simple in their familiarity like poder with endings such as pudiste; but the plurals and other irregular verbs, you pouted at. It was cute. 
“Miggy, it’s not funny, ” Oh, nicknames now. Miguel throws a glance at your glossy lips, undoubtedly sticky but oh so soft looking. 
“I never said it was.” 
“You’re smirking.” 
“Then don’t whine,” he said. “It’s cute.” 
“Oh--” As to be expected, you shifted your hands between your legs, drawing your skirt in between your legs. He faltered and took a glance, coasting his eye over its edges and memorizing the way it fell over your skin. You’ll ruin her, he remembers Jess saying. She wasn’t wrong, he sensed the bit of it now, how close you sat-- 
“Take a break, princesa. Vocabulary-- ascendencia.” 
Rather than take a break, you turned and caught the corner of his lips in what was a terrible, cherry-red kiss that would stain his skin. But the connection of your lips, puckered in a pouting kiss on his skin, caught him off guard. 
“Descent,” you took his red pen out of his loose grip, scribbling descent by the word. Fuck. Miguel took a sip of now cold coffee. A smile kept pulling at his cheeks, looking out of the window and catching the slight reflection of your lipstick smeared across his lip and cheek, he bobs his head into a nod.
“Correcto.” 
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You’re with Peter the first time you see Miguel with another woman. 
It’s at lunch. Tuesdays and Thursdays are regularly spent running to the College of Arts, waiting for Peter to get out, and a picnic. Today, you forgot to bring lunch, running off to the union hand wrapped around his elbow as he talked to you about a bright new camera lens filter.
“These new pictures are going to come out perfect! Thanks for lending me the money,” he beamed. You loved the way he talked about his art-- stopping to show you his newest pictures of the camera that hung around his neck. Peter was always good with a camera, catching you in all the prettiest angles in your trade of photos for… sponsoring a lens or whatever. Or, at least, bringing down the cost. “Look at this one. Look how pretty you look in that dress, kinda like a pin-up! We should do some’a those next.” 
Feet thumping over the pavement, you failed to sense Miguel's presence until you smelled his peppery cologne carried on the air. There, on a bench, he sat next to a girl. She was pretty, with long dark hair and soft skin. Her hand was on his thigh and his arm around her shoulder, eating the last bit of a flaky empanada-- your eyes burned, the closeness of her head on his shoulder, clearly done and finished, waiting for whatever next plan he had. You don’t want to know what that could be.
“Huh? Oh. hi Miguel!” Peter waved to your dismay. You held onto him a little tighter, wringing circles around his sleeve. Miguel spares you two a glance, his eyebrows pushing together. But he waves, lazy and short. You stifle the hot prick of tears at the corner of your eyes and yank Peter away. “Wha-- I’m coming, I’m coming!"
Days later, Peter has a plan.
“I’ve got it-- the solution to your tea guy problem! You should have told me sooner that it was Miguel.” 
Peter was very excited. Why, you weren’t sure. He liked to feel helpful. That’s why he was a photographer. Photography lets others feel beautiful and seen. He picked at your lunch, his head flopped on your thigh as he worked through his camera. 
“I’ll be your boyfriend!”
“You want to be my boyfriend?” you offered him a grape. He opened his mouth with an adorable ‘ah’ of his his lips. You slipped the grape between his lips. He chewed appreciatively. “I don’t know, Peter. Isn’t it lying?” 
“C’mon, I know Miguel. He’s macho. The kind of guy you have to make jealous. And I can do it! I’m boyfriend material. Aren’t I?”
“Sí. But I don’t think I can make him jealous.” 
It was a sunshiney day, sprawled out at lunch on a cool picnic blanket, tracing the clouds when you heard his voice. Soft, smooth, inviting. Your head spun around, this time with a lean blonde-haired girl-- her legs were long, tummy nice and flat, blue eyes shining like little sapphires set in her pale face. She swooned on his arm. The perfect sorority princess. What if he called her princesa, too?
“--close lab with me--” 
“I can do it myself.” 
Miguel’s eyes caught yours, raising his hand lazily to greet you as he walked down the sidewalk, undoubtedly back to his genetics lab on the other side of campus. Over where brilliant boys and girls and theys were, rushing through accelerated scientific programs while you figured out how to fix broken artifacts. He lived in another impossible world. A realm far away from Peter and you: photography and the maintenance of culture and art.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter's eyes were glossy with concern. “It’s okay. We don’t have to-- did I say something wrong?” 
You shook your head. Peter sat up, his eyes bounced up-- from Miguel over his shoulder to your sudden sad eyes. Peter set his hand on your cheek, the fibers of his soft pink cardigan tickling your jaw. Your eyes tore from Miguel, whose pace became sluggish as if steps along took immense effort. Peter’s nose bumped against yours, clumsy and oh so Peterish-- his hand on the middle of your back, his warm but cracked lips swallowing the gasp that tumbled from your lips. He tasted of sweet fruit, the sloppy lunch you shared, and a silly comfort. 
He watching? Peter murmured against your lips. 
You nearly forgot to return the kiss, captured in the way Miguel stared-- something in his warm brown eyes was almost wounded. Peter shoved you onto the picnic blanket, a soft sorry murmured under his breath as his thin frame fell between your legs. Miguel stomped away, his bumbling blonde rushing to keep up. 
“Oh yeah,” Peter rolled over onto his back, crossing his legs one over another. You watched Miguel stomp past the tall hedges, out of your line of sight. “He’s gonna be mad at you.” 
“Peter!” 
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Miguel was still in a bad mood hours later. 
“¡Qué surpresa!” he murmured, offering you your paper blotted with red circles. “You did remarkably shit on this test. Do you focus on anything? Or just Peter?” 
“Perdona me.” Your focus was shot with his consistent presence in your life. Not that he could appreciate that. 
“How long are you going to keep wasting my time?” 
“Are you talking about the Spanish or--”
Miguel set the red pen down, a sharp slam snapping the pen under his force. The fragile plastic snapped into shards of plastic. He flicked it away, paper and pen both, his large hand flexing in and out of a closed fist. You traced the tracks of his veins along his forearm.
“Are you mad that I kissed you?” 
“Stop.”
“Or are you angry that Peter did?” 
 “Don’t touch me.” 
Though he said that, you didn’t listen. You slid out of the chair and in between his spread legs, your hands trailing his handsome jawline. He jerked back when your lips caught his, the legs of his chair hitting the wall. Though he said no, his mouth opened to your kiss, and his palms flushed against your soft cheeks. You pinned him between your body and the wall-- and though you were sure he’d quickly whirl you off if he really wanted to, he didn’t. His tongue pushed into your mouth, owning yours. His hands skimmed your back, trailing lower and lower down your deep red dress until he connected with your ass. 
“You need to stop.” Miguel broke from his kiss. Though he said that, he brought you onto his lap. You felt little in his large arms, his hands guiding your hips over his crotch. “Before I do something you’ll regret.”
You listened to the sounds of the library’s floor. The scrunch of take out into the trash, the sing of a door opening and closing. It was dinner time. Most everyone had gone to get their snacks— and here you were, looking down at Miguel with rapt eyes. 
“Peter is just a friend.” 
“A friend who happens to jam his tongue down your throat,” he turned the word over on his tongue and found offense in it. “Now why do I doubt that?” 
“He only wanted to help.”
“By kissing you?” 
Your fingers trailed his jaw, dipping back down for another kiss if only to say you could. That Miguel couldn’t tell you what to do. A sound of frustration ripped up his throat. You felt him, his dick twitching to life behind those sweatpants. He felt big. You bit your lower lip— a movement that didn’t escape his attentive eyes. 
“By making you as jealous,” You slid off his lap and onto the dirty floor. But as you lifted a hand, cupping his dick through the heavy fabric, he couldn’t bear to stop you. 
His lips pulled in a wicked grin, your soft palm stroking along his length. He hooked his thumbs into his sweats, yanking them down over his knees and onto the floor. His cock kissed his belly, straining with droplets of moisture at the tip. Miguel set his hand on your shoulder and forced you to heel on the floor. His temperament evened out. “You were jealous.” 
“Yes--” you murmured. “Are.. those girls, are they special?” 
“Special? No, none of them are.” 
“I want to be.” 
“That so?” Your soft hands trailed along the dark hair on his calves, up his thighs, settling your nose where his muscular hand tightened around the root. He wrenched his swarthy hand along his length, drawing along his veiny cock shamelessly. "Let's see how much you do, princesa."
“Please.”
“Aquí se habla español.” Miguel teased. Your fingers dipped down, small tickles of your fingertips as his heavy balls. He watched you massage them with half-lidded eyes, his lips pursing in a pleased hum. 
“Por favor.” 
“Abre,” you did, sliding your soft mouth open, a well of saliva on your tongue. Miguel slid himself into your warm mouth, a ruptured groan fizzing in his chest. You didn’t want to be too loud— someone might look into the small window on the door, and see you on your knees between Miguel’s thick legs, sucking his cock down when you should be going over that test you just failed. 
You caught the salty beads at Miguel’s top on your tongue, sliding sloppily around his thick head, and lapping at his slit for more. Your soft hands stroked along his length, clumsy and shy. He hummed in approval, a sound you were more than thankful to elicit. Miguel took a fist full of your hair and drove himself into your mouth, your tongue stroking the underside of his length. 
“Pero mira esto,” Miguel wrenched his head in your hair, grabbing handfuls of it in his palm. “You can focus on something. Sucking my dick.”
Even if you wanted to look up, Miguel drove your head down onto his dick, the dark, trimmed tuft of his pubic hair tickling your nose. He drew his hips back. You nearly pulled off him, if not for his hand assuring that you wouldn’t move off of it. Drool coursed down from your lips, soaking your chin and neck, connecting to his cock as if it were a spiderweb. Your cheeks flushed with blood— you must have looked a mess. 
“Coño," Miguel tutted with his tongue, grasping his phone. Your lips pursed around his tip, eyes flickering up to catch the lens of his phone camera on your ruined face. A picture or a video, you weren’t entirely sure. Only that it sent thumps of pleasure down your core to know he wanted to record it, keep it close. You suckled along his sensitive head, working his moans free. He set his phone aside. 
Miguel stood and dragged your head along with him to pin you between the ledge of the desk space and his wonderful hips. His hands slipped behind your head, keeping you still and steady, driving himself deep into your mouth. Past your tongue, down your throat, it felt like he hit parts of you that you could only dream of. You struggled with his size, choking the urge to swallow him when he forced you to hold him there. As if your throat was just a hole for his pleasure. Your sad attempt to suckle him down was tempered by the rocking of his hips, his needy face fucking. Your eyes screwed shut, bits of color dancing behind your eyes, the easiest way to deal with this was to focus— on the way he tasted, the scent of his fresh body wash, the light judder of his hips as he came close. 
"Hah-- ay, qué rico," his nails scraped the back of your neck, sloppy and undefined thrusts filling your throat. He spurts thick ropes of his cum down your throat and mouth, withdrawing to jerk the last bursts of his cum over your lips. Miguel’s breath fell from his lips in heavy gulps, meeting yours down on your aching knees. Strings of coughed-up cum connected your sodden lips to his cock, globs of his seed slipping between your breasts. You ached. 
“Tate quieta.” 
You don’t know where you’d go, your palms catching yourself on the floor. He snapped another photo, humming appreciatively. Miguel reached into his gym bag, pulling a sweaty shirt free. Your fingers dipped into his warm cum that spattered across your warm chest, drawing it to your lips. He tasted salty, tangy, and just right.
"You look so-- so beautiful, princesa, just perfect," Miguel bent down, wiping the rest of his mess from your chest and face, gently stroking away all evidence of your face fucking before cleaning his cock and tucking himself away into his sweatpants. He chucked the t-shirt back into his bag, glazing his eyes over your hazy, exhausted eyes. He crouched down. 
“Rule one, I never share my women,” he settled his knuckle under your chin, urging you to look him in the eyes. Something told him you wouldn't be as easy as the others, but for some reason, he shrugged the thought aside. “As long as I'm fucking you, you date no one but me. If I find out you are, we're done. Am I clear?”
He was a walking red flag. But for once, in your good girl life, you wanted that. You wanted to fuck in the library-- against the genetics building late at night-- to kiss him during a sunny picnic. More than you wanted a lot of things. His eyes went soft with your answer. 
“Claro que sí, Miggy.”
He loves it when he gets what he wants.
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forever-rogue · 3 months
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My friend, can you believe after all these years I’ve come to finally appreciate Steve as more than a friend?
So I’ve come with a request. A very reluctant friends to lovers w Steve! Maybe Reader has never understood why all the girls love Steve and has always been just a good friend to him until one day. Something just clicks and he’s suddenly seen in a different light all together.
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AN | In which you fall for Steve slowly, and then realize all at once 🥺
Warnings | None
Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 3k
Masterlist | Steve, Main
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“I think I’m going to be single forever,” you sighed as you sat down across from Steve, happy to see that he’d already ordered your favorite coffee. He raised an eyebrow in greeting as you reached over and squeezed his hand.
“Your date went that well?” he grabbed his own coffee and took a long sip as you shrugged.
“He wasn’t the worst,” you rested your cheek in your hand, “until he dropped me off at home and asked me to suck him off before I got out of his car. So, putting it lightly, I won’t be seeing him ever again.”
“I’m sorry, honey,” he gave you a small smile as you just shrugged. If he was being completely honest, he wasn’t that sorry. Sorry that you had to go through that but not sorry that it didn’t work out. He loathed the idea of you going out with anyone else, “you didn’t deserve that.”
“Thanks,” at least you always had Steve. You hoped that one day you would find a man as good as him. He was everything to you, and you hoped he knew that as well, “one day it’ll work out with someone. Until then, I guess I have to keep kissing the frogs.”
He made a small sound and nodded in agreement. It was then that you noticed the girl behind the counter watched the two of you - Steve - with a wistful look on her face. Your lips drew in a thin line as you tried to hide your eye roll. It wasn’t that uncommon; girls often stared at him wherever you went. 
“What?” he nudged your foot under the table and shot you a coy smile, “what’s that look for?”
“Nothing…”
“Liar.”
“Fine,” you leaned in closer so only he could hear you, “that girl behind the counter is practically drooling over you.”
“Oh,” he laughed softly before leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest, “what’s so bad about that, huh? Are you jealous?”
That made you scoff slightly as you waved your hand at him. That was definitely not the word you’d use. He was your best friend after all, “as if. That’s not quite the word I would use. Annoyed? Bemused? Those are more accurate.”
“Very funny,” this time it was his turn to roll his eyes at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, “would you want to do tonight?”
“I dunno,” to be honest, you were still a little down after your disastrous date, “whatever you want to do is fine, Stevie.”
“Nope,” he stood up and reached for your hand. Motioning for you to follow him, “that’s not what I asked - what do you want to do? You know I’m just happy to  spend time with you.”
“Well that’s just the thing, Harrington,” you slipped your hand into his, “I’m just happy to spend time with you.”
And you meant it. Everything was a million times better with him. 
“Yeah,” he smiled softly at you, making your heart almost melt, “I’ll pick tonight then and you pick next time. Deal?”
“Deal!”
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The two of you were taking a walk around the park to kill some before your dinner reservations, hot chocolates in hand. Steve had surprised you with it since you’d been whining about how much you wanted before meeting up. You were reminded again just how amazing and wonderful your best friend was. 
“It’s pretty out,” you mused as you lightly kicked a big pile of golden and orange leaves. It was almost winter, and you were taking advantage of the weather before it got too cold to do anything for a few months.
“It is,” he agreed, but he wasn’t looking at any of the nature surrounding you. He was looking right at you, “it really is.”
Before you could say anything else, you heard a small scream coming from near the playground. The two of you looked at each other before rushing towards the sound. When you reached the jungle gym, you found a young girl sitting at the bottom of the slide, crying as she held her leg. 
You looked around but didn’t see any adults nearby. Steve didn’t waste a moment before handing you his cup and going over to the small girl. A couple of other kids were still running around and playing, but a few stopped to watch him.
“Hey sweetheart,” he dropped to his knees so he was on her level, his voice soft and gentle, “what happened?”
“I fell off the slide and hurt my leg,” she looked at him with big, wide eyes, cheeks wet with tears, “it hurts really bad.”
“Can I take a look at it?” your heart melted at how gentle and tender he was. Steve just had such a way with everyone - but kids especially. It definitely made you feel some kind of way. The girl nodded immediately, her dark curls bobbing as he looked at her leg. He made a few sounds before reaching up and wiping away some of her tears, “the good news is that I think you’ll be just fine. The even better news is that you’re super brave for how well you handled this.”
“Promise?” she asked and Steve held out his pinkie to her. 
“Pinky promise,” he grinned as she laughed softly at him, “did you come here with your parents?”
“Yeah,” she looked around, “they were going for a walk and said they’d be back soon. I was just playing with the other kids.”
“Maybe we should go and find them, huh?” he ruffled her hair and she nodded, slowly attempting to stand up. Steve held up his hand in order to help steady her and she gladly took it, “what’s your name?”
“Lucy,” she reached for his hand and started to slowly walk. Her knee was skinned, as it often happened with kids, but otherwise she was unscathed. She paused and looked up at her savior, “what’s your name?”
“Steve,” he told her and she looked over at you. Steve followed her gaze and smiled at you before offering her your name. Lucy grinned and waved her small hand eagerly at you. 
“Is she your girlfriend?” she loudly whispered to him, making you laugh softly as you pretended not to hear, “she’s really pretty.”
“She’s my best friend,” there was something about the way he said it that made your heart feel a little bit of a pang. It just didn’t sound quite…right. But you weren’t going to question that just yet, “she’s really nice too. C’mon kiddo, let’s go and find your parents.”
“Okay,” Lucy started to pull his hand and marched in the direction of where her parents would be. Steve followed diligently behind her, shooting you a wink as you trailed after the two of them. Yeah… this was definitely making you feel something. 
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Over the next couple of weeks it was like something had shifted in the way you viewed Steve. Not that you’d ever had anything but love for him, but it was starting to feel a little…different. It felt like you were seeing him in this new, honeyed golden light. 
It was like you were noticing so many things about him for the first time, despite the fact that he hadn’t changed a single thing about himself. You noticed how he always held the door open for others, how he helped anyone that needed, when he’d let people in line go in front of him, when he’d pay for someone else’s coffee just to make their day. The way that people, especially women, always looked at him in wonder, suddenly made sense. He was just…everything. And you’d been so oblivious the whole time. 
“What’s wrong?” You were at the grocery store with Steve, but you’d stopped mid aisle when you saw him helping some with getting a few things off a high shelf. He turned back to you and gently tugged on your sleeve, “are you okay? You’re being weird.”
“You’re being weird,” your face was practically burning at having been caught daydreaming about your best friend. He snorted in amusement, “sorry, just thinking.”
“Must be something important,” he gently tugged you along, back over to the car, “if it’s got you so distracted.”
“It’s…” you. But you weren’t about to admit that just that so randomly in the middle of the grocery store on a Saturday afternoon. Maybe you’d never admit it. You weren’t completely sure yet, “nothing. It’s…nothing at all.”
“You sure?” he looked concerned for a moment, giving your hand a small squeeze. 
“Positive,” you really liked the feeling of his hand in yours. You’d never noticed just how much, “just been feeling a little…off lately I think.”
He tutted softly, stopping to look at you fully. He reached up and took your face in his hands, looking to make sure there wasn’t anything he’d missed. Steve gently turned your head from side to side and hummed softly, “just as I thought.”
“What?” your lips pulled into a pout as you wondered what he could possibly say, “Steve.”
“You’re a horrible liar,” he concluded as you scoffed, reluctantly pulling his hands away from your face. He was getting too close to unnerving you and making you spill your guts out. You weren’t ready to. Ugh. He laughed softly before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you for a hug, “but I love you regardless.”
Part of you was convinced that he knew exactly what was going on in your mind and he was doing this to torture you, “love you too.”
This was going to be a whole situation. You just knew it.
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Tonight was the night you were finally getting to see the movie you’d been thinking about for months. You weren’t sure if Steve actually wanted to see it, but he was a good sport for being willing to go with you. In true Steve fashion, he’d even paid for the tickets and all the snacks you’d both wanted. 
“I’ll get all this stuff if you can grab the popcorn,” he took the stuff without even waiting for an answer. He shot you a quick wink, “thanks.”
You smiled at him, watching as the cashier watched him go as she got your bag of popcorn together. He really did women longing after him left and right; you could understand why. He was good looking and an almost golden retriever of a human being. 
“Your boyfriend is very sweet,” the woman had a big smile on her face as you raised an eyebrow in confusion. What boyfriend was she talking about? You looked around to see if there was anyone else remaining in the theater lobby. The only person you spotted was Steve.
“I don’t…”
“And so handsome too,” her voice sounded almost dreamy as she looked between the two of you. You made a small sound before taking the bag of popcorn that she slid across the counter and slowly made your way back to Steve. 
“Everything alright?” he asked softly as the two of you started to walk towards the designated theater, “you look…worried.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” you promised with a stiff smile as he opened the door and ushered you in. You were surprised he managed it all considering his arms were full of drinks and snacks and you were only carrying the popcorn, “thanks, Stevie.”
He hummed in content as you picked out a pair of seats away from others near the top. You settled in and made yourself comfortable, finding yourself leaning into Steve’s warm body. He smiled as he put his arm around you, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. 
You’d been wanting to see this movie since you’d heard about it months ago. You’d even picked out the perfect evening to go, when the theater wouldn’t be too crowded and you could enjoy the experience. But…you couldn’t focus on it at all; your mind kept drifting back to Steve. There was something in the way that lady had spoken about him that got to you. 
Steve who had always been there for you. Steve that had been your best friend since the day he met you almost five years ago. Steve that would do - and has done - anything for you. 
And that’s when it hit you. He wasn’t just your best friend, he was your everything. When you put the pieces together it made sense why people often thought you were together. Now you just had to figure out what to do with your revelation. 
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You hadn’t taken much of the movie in and Steve had noticed. Though it wasn’t hard to pick up on the fact that you were distracted when you weren’t responding to a single comment or question from Steve. 
The two of you walked back to his car in relative silence, a small distance that felt far too great between your bodies. Before you could open the passenger side door, Steve leaned against it and softly shook his head, “what’s going on? Are you sure you’re-”
“I’m in love with you.”
Well. That hadn’t entirely gone to plan. Not that you were sure you even had a plan. It just short of…happened. 
“What?” he laughed nervously, raking a hand through his hair. He was pretty sure that he’d heard you correctly, but also didn’t want to flatter himself. Not yet anyway. 
“I…I think I just realized during the movie,” your entire face felt way too hot, especially with the cool winter breeze that was surrounding you, “and it just…caught me off guard.”
“Off guard?”
“I…I think I’ve always known I just never…realized,” you whispered, turning your face down towards the ground, studying the laces of his sneakers. Steve wasn’t quite sure how you felt about the revelation, “but now I know. I’m sorry.”
“W-what? Why are you sorry?” you looked up at him, his big brown eyes all soft. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, unsure if he was serious or not. 
“Because. I think I’ve just ruined our entire friendship,” you threw your hands up in exasperation, “because it’s going to be weird now that I know I’m in love with you and you don’t feel the same way.”
“Whoa,” he reached for your hands and gently wrapped his long, slender fingers around your wrists, “who said I didn’t feel the same?”
“But you don’t…I,” you stopped for a moment and thought about it. Oh. Oh. Steve beamed as he watched you come to yet another huge realization, “you love me?”
“Duh,” he teased in that gentle tone you loved so much, “took you way too long to catch up.”
“How long?” how long had you been blind?
“About five years.”
“But we met…five years ago.”
“I know,” this time he flashed you a shy smile as your expression softened. He’d been there this entire time but you had been so blind to him. Everything you’d been searching for and wanting had always been, quite literally, right in front of your face. 
“Steve,” you looked down at your hands, were still safely and warmly developed in his, “Steve.”
He brought one of your hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. You warmed at the touch and it took everything in your power not to jump on him then and there and kiss him silly. He must have been thinking the same thing, “I’ve waited a long time to ask you this, but umm, can I kiss you?”
“Yeah,” you knew that, deep down, you’d been wanting him to ask for so long, “yes.”
He took your face gently in his hands, brushing his thumb over your cheek as he studied you intently. It was almost ridiculous just how far gone he was for you, “you’re so beautiful.”
Before you could argue with him, and he knew you well enough to know that you would, he leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. It was gentle at first, testing the waters to see what it was like for both of you. You couldn’t help but lean into him, sighing softly at his touch. That seemed to be all he needed in order to deepen the kiss, and you wrapped your arms around him. 
Neither of you wanted to break apart and only broke apart very reluctantly when you were desperate for a breath of air. The two of you exchanged shy, but happy smiles before laughing. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to find the right words but there didn’t appear to be quite anything to properly convey everything you were feeling. You touched his face, ghosting your fingers along his freckles. He put his hand on top of yours and squeezed gently, “I know.”
“Oh,” you looked up and a few drops fell on your cheeks, “let’s get out of here.”
“Want me to take you home?”
“I want you to come with me,” you whispered, “I don’t want to say good night just yet.”
“Me neither,” he opened the door for you and helped you inside before gently closing the floor and going around to slide into the driver’s seat, “does this mean I can kiss you all the time?”
“Yeah, Stevie,” you grinned at him, “you can kiss me anytime.”
“Good,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “‘cause I’m going to be doing that a lot.”
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stargirlrchive · 1 year
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ocean eyes: chapter two ✩ jake sully
masterlist ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ ocean eyes masterlist
summary: widow!jake sully x female!reader, 10 year age-gap. jake is lowkey sunshine <3 reader is grumpy! arranged marriage/marriage of convenience, eventual smut + wc - 1,753
comments: part two lovers, i love reader, she's is slay girl boss fr ! idk what to say lmao but tysm for the love on part one, i hope you love this just as much! also omg pls check this out, @saltsacc drew what they think reader looks like and she's gorg! i litch cried ! but okay bye lovers <3 part three should be up on thursday <3
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The morning time had come quickly, the bright sun hitting your features and it disrupted your wonderful slumber. But if the sun hadn't woken you up, your sister's voice certainly would have. “Tsmuke! You need to be ready by now. Oh Great Mother, give me strength!”
You rubbed at your sleepy eyes, throwing her an annoyed glance, “Why are you being so strange? They are just other Na’vi. Or let me guess, Eywa has let you know they are of importance?”
Ronal pinched at her nose, “If you must know, he is Toruk Makto. He was the Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya. He is important, more than you know!”
You laughed quietly, “Do not let Tonowari hear you, you sound enamored.”
“Stupid girl!”
You laughed louder, shaking your head as you stretched before getting up. “Make haste!”
You hissed at her lightly, your good-hearted nature wearing thin as she rushed you. You quickly washed your face, Ronal helping you by fixing up your hair. “Oh Eywa, you are preparing me like I am going to marry the man!”
She said nothing, her nervous fingers quickly braiding a few pearls into your hair. “What is so special about him anyway?”
“Did you not hear what I said? He is Toruk Makto.”
You huffed in annoyance, “Of course I heard you sister, but-” Your shoulders shrugged, “How mighty can he be if he left his whole clan behind?”
She smacked your shoulder roughly, “Ow! Ronal-”
“Must you always be so crass? His mate died a few years back.”
“How did she die?”
“Protecting her children, in the battle field. I do not know much else.”
You bit down on your bottom lip, instantly feeling guilty, “Oh.”
“Yes, oh. So be kind to him, to all of them.”
“You may think poorly of me sister, but I am not mean.”
Ronal’s fingers stilled in her movements, face scrunching up as she mulled over what you said, “I do not think poorly of you.”
You didn't say anything else, toying with your fingers as you sat in front of Ronal, “Tsmuke, I do not think poorly of you.”
You grumbled out quietly, “You already said that.”
“I-I just want what is best for you, and at times I do not think you know how to find that for yourself.”
“Ronal, I am happy.”
“You are reckless! You think I do not know why you behave the way you do? You want the attention you lacked as a child, but you are grown now. There are responsibilities and duties you must fulfill.”
Her harsh words caused tears to well to your eyes, pulling away from her, “You do not listen!”
“And you do not obey!”
“Why should I? You are my sister, not my mother! Just because you ended up happy with Tonowari does not mean I will end up happy with whoever you stick me with. I love my freedom far too much to give it up.”
She sighed in exasperation, “Well that is not your decision. It is the Great Mother’s and she has spoken to me.”
It dawned upon you then, what all this was about. The enthusiasm to have you meet the Toruk Makto, dressing you up. “You are planning to mate me with that man?”
There was a glimmer of guilt in her eyes, but it was shaken away as she nodded her head. “He is a good man, with a strong heart. He will be good for you.”
Your words were low, quite with disbelief, “I cannot believe you.”
Ronal said nothing, “I always knew you wanted me out of your life, too much of a burden for you and Tonowari but I did not expect you to push me into the arms of the first man you saw!”
A spike of pain ran through Ronal, this is exactly what she feared. She made her way to you, the apology already starting to fall from her mouth but your shaky finger pointing at her stopped her movements. “Stop! Don’t-do not come near me!”
Your ears flattened against your head, the words getting caught in Ronal’s throat as she watched your eyes pool with tears. “Please get out so I can change.”
Ronal’s fear of hurting you even more had her walking out of the marui, leaving you to wallow in your own pity as you dressed yourself.
Tonowari instantly wrapped Ronal into his arms, rubbing against her back to soothe her, “Wari, she is going to hate me for the rest of her life.”
He shushed her quietly, having heard everything that happened, “No she will not, Yawne. You know how nervous you were before we actually mated. It is a big step in our lives, we just need to let her be.”
Ronal let herself bask in the warmth Tonowari provided, pulling away just a few seconds before you stepped out. Ronal’s eyes scanned over you, you looked so beautiful. She wanted to compliment you but knew you'd take it as mockery, some sort of jab to make you feel worse. So she said nothing, walking besides Tonowari and you followed quickly behind the two.
You were far more quiet than normal, and it hit Ronal just how much she actually enjoyed your inability to remain quiet. Tonowari called your name, “Did you hear me?”
“No-I did not.”
“I said I think he will be good for you.”
“If you say so.”
The pair shared a look, your tame behavior caused a sense of worry to nestle into Ronal. They entered the marui of Jake Sully, the Na’vi was sharpening his knives but other than that, it was empty. Tonowari cleared his throat, Jake’s head snapped up and was greeted with the three of you. “Tonowari, Ronal-oel ngati kameie.”
His eyes shifted to you, your eyes were already locked on him and Jake felt his ears twitch. Ronal uttered your name out, “This is my Tsmuke.”
“Oel ngati kameie, Jake Sully.”
“Oel ngati kameie.”
He noticed your intricate top, your pretty hair and how your skin glowed beautifully against the sun. He felt his throat instantly dry up the more he took you in. “We spoke briefly yesterday of your stay here.”
“Oh, yes.”
“The Tsahik and I have discussed what we wish for you to be able to stay. We know you have come seeking Uturu, a fresh start but we must also ensure this is safe for the clan. Beneficial to our people. You understand?”
Jake nodded his head, he more than most understood what it was like to make decisions that he did not entirely want for the prosperity of the clan. “Well, we can allow you and your family to stay if you mate with a woman of the Metkayina Clan. More specifically, with her.”
Your ears turned downwards slightly, but still you held his gaze. That was certainly not what he expected. “We understand that it may be hard to just thrust this upon you, so we will give you both time to adjust. She will be the one to train you, help you adjust to life near the water.”
A swift flicker of anger made its way to your eyes, turning towards Tonowari, “I do not have time to train him.”
“Well then you will make time.”
Your eyes rolled back, anger seeping into his family home from you alone. Jake would be lying if he said he did not enjoy seeing you so agitated, especially when it came to him. He fought the smile that was trying to make its way to his face the more he watched you. “What do you say, JakeSully?”
Your eyes jumped back to him, there was a look in your eyes that he could not quite place but it excited him beyond belief, “If that is what you wish. I only hope I can speak to my children about this before the clan is made aware?”
Your mouth dropped slightly in disbelief, confusion webbing its way into your mind as to why he would agree to this so willingly. You thought you'd have time, time to be on your worst behavior around him so he can back out before he even agreed. But no, he had already said yes to you.
Your arms crossed over your chest stubbornly, huffing out a breath of annoyance as you watched the smallest of smiles fall across his features. Ronal was trying her best to contain her excitement, she had always wanted you to mate with someone, and it appeared that the time was soon.
She turned to look at you and was unsurprised to find you glaring at the Toruk Makto, your lip jutting out in an angry pout. “Very well, JakeSully. Make your preparations and we will announce it during a feast a few weeks down the line, yes?”
He only hummed, eyes still locked onto yours. You rolled your eyes at him, he was clearly enjoying himself, “Can I leave now?”
Ronal called your name but you ignored her, walking fast out of the home and towards the beach.
Tonowari’s mouth turned into a thin line as he sent an awkward look towards Jake. “She is very kind, just-strong willed.”
A quiet laugh left Jake’s mouth, “I can see that.”
He walked with the two out of his mauri, his eyes scanning the waters and he locked onto your form, jumping head first into the water as an ilu swam towards you. Ronal tsk’ed quietly, “She is going to ruin her clothes.”
Jake watched you retreat further into the water, your animal easily gliding along as you got smaller and smaller. “Are you sure she will show up to train me?”
Jake’s eyes moved over to Tonowari, “Yes, I will make sure of it.”
Jake’s fingers reached his forehead, signing them goodbye as they walked away. He let out a quiet breath, his thoughts consumed with excitement and wonderment at just how these next few weeks may play out.
Your feelings on the matter were entirely different, anger coursing through your veins as you swam out past the reef.
Ao’nung and Tsireya shared a look, noticing the angry glare on your face when you didn’t even bother to stop and talk to them. “Should we tell Sa’nok and Sempul?”
Ao’nung shook his head at his younger sister, “Ma’ will pluck her eyes out for real this time.”
Tsireya fumbled with her fingers nervously, “Ao’nung, it is going to storm, she didn’t look to be thinking clearly-”
He watched your form retreating farther and farther, heading towards the Three Brothers rocks. “If she does not return in an hour we will call for father.”
Tsireya sighed quietly but listened all the same, returning back to her task at hand. “So, you must learn to breathe from here.” She pointed to her stomach, “Take deep breaths, fill your lungs and slow your heart. It will assist with staying underwater longer.”
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Three hours had passed by and you were still out past the reef, finding refuge in the mountains as the waters turned violent, your ilu having swam away as it noticed the dangers of the water. You huffed out in frustration, Ronal was truly going to kill you now.
Ao’nung was the first to notice just how late it had become. By the way the sun was hitting just a few moments ago, he could tell that well more than an hour's time had passed, and you were still not back. The water rocked them violently, and Tsireya’s sharp gasp of air at seeing a lone ilu swimming back only furthered his fear for you. His parents were going to kill you.
“Tsireya-”
“We must cut the training short, we will see you all tomorrow.”
Both Ao’nung and Tsireya swam quickly back to shore, leaving behind four confused Omatikaya Na’vi. “Their aunt, she’s-how do I put this nicely-rebellious?”
Rotxo laughed quietly, shaking his head as he watched his two friends swim as fast they could back to the beach. “Lets head back, no point in training with the waters like this.”
The two siblings entered their marui, surprised to find Jake sitting with their parents, they both dipped their heads to the former Olo’eyktan before turning to their parents, “Have you seen Tanhí?”
“That is why we are here, Sa’nok.”
Ronal’s brows raised in question, noticing the tremble of worry in her daughter's voice, “She-she left past the reef a few hours ago.”
Ronal swore she felt her blood pressure go up, feeling woozy at her sister's complete disregard for rules. “But-”
“But what?”
Ao’nung watched his younger sister's ears pin to her head, losing her voice, “But she has not returned, and the ilu she rode on did. She rode in the direction of the Three Brothers.”
Tonowari let out a deep breath, his head throbbed roughly as he looked out to see how violent the waters were. “I will be back shortly.”
“Sempul-the water is dangerous.”
“Yes, but knowing your Aunt the trouble she is in is more volatile than the waters.”
Jake noticed how calm the breeze was despite the rain, it was perfect weather to take flight. “I know where Three Brother’s rocks are. I can fly on my Ikran, it is safer than you riding out on a Tsurak.”
Ronal protested quickly, knowing her sister, “I do not think that is a good idea, JakeSully.”
He felt a bit of disappointment settle into his chest, he couldn’t help it, he was so intrigued by you. And truth be told, maybe it was a stupid part of him, but he liked the idea of saving you. Or at least helping you. From what he had heard, you were more than capable to fend for yourself. “It really is no big deal, I will be back quickly.”
He was hoping his eagerness was not evident in his voice, and with the worried look Ronal shared with Tonowari he was sure it wasn’t. “We should let him? Yes-might ease your sister's resistance if he’s the one to go for her?”
Tonowari was asking, but Ronal knew he had already made up his mind. She sighed quietly, “Fine-sure. Just-I cannot guarantee she will greet you with a warm smile.”
Jake refrained from thumping his tail in excitement, “It’s fine. I will not take it to heart.”
Jake quickly made his way outside, calling for Bob just as his children made their way towards the beach. “Sir?”
Neteyam, his oldest, was looking at him in confusion. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes, I will be back shortly.”
He sent all of them a smile, instructing his Ikran to take flight. The air got colder the further he was from the beach and it caused a shiver to run down his spine. He was well past the reef, and searching for you within ten minutes. As his Ikran gently flew around he caught the blur of teal blue amongst one of the tall rocks. His head shook, a laugh threatening to fall from his mouth, as even from this far away you looked upset.
He did not know you, but he was curious, beyond interested in knowing you. There was a deep itch in the back of his brain that seemed to only simmer at the thought of you. Call him stupid, he had only caught a few glimpses of you, but he felt the pull. He hoped you felt it too.
With quick glides he was by your side, dismounting Bob with ease as he sent you a smile. Your eyes narrowed in on him, annoyance clear as day on your features. Jake’s lips tugged gently, refraining from cracking you a toothy smile. “Why are you here?”
“Hello to you too.”
You grumbled out angrily, arms crossing along your chest as you looked away from him. “I am here to take you back.”
Your thick tail swayed behind you in annoyance, “I was perfectly fine here. Waiting for the storm to pass.”
“I am sure you were, but I am here now. So let me take you back.”
You did not like the tone he had with you, his accent thick with humor as he watched you. It only caused your irritation to spike up. “I do not know you. Plus I am not used to riding on-those bird things. I rather not.”
Bob huffed at your words, clacking loudly at you. “They’re Ikrans, and very smart.”
Jake was sure his voice was dripping with his amusement, he couldn’t help it. You made him laugh. “I know what they are!” You all but shrieked, “Does not make me trust them anymore so.”
Jake laughed, shaking his head at you. Your eyes narrowed in on him, irritation flowing through you so deeply you refrained from yelling at him. You hissed at him, and it caused a harder laugh to leave his lips.
“If you keep me here for any longer, Tonowari will come searching for us. You are already in trouble with your sister. Do you wish to make it worse?”
“I am not a child!”
“That is very obvious, so why make this harder than it needs to be?”
Jake quickly mounted his Ikran, he was almost positive you would follow after him. You weighed your options, you knew Ronal would be angry with you, should you really test your luck?
You groaned out in frustration, walking towards Jake and his Ikran. This was far scarier than taming a Tsurak, you would have no control on the animal. His five fingered hand extended to you, and you could not help but stare. His fingers were scarred, and calloused, slipping your fingers together as he pulled you up.
You swiftly threw a leg over the Ikran, shifting farther back on the animal as you were pressed too close to him. “Hold on.”
“I am fine as I am.”
He shook his head, creating Tsaheylu with his Ikran and the animal instantly jolted forward. You were thrown back lightly, hands instinctively wrapping around his waist to keep you steady. If you could see Jake’s face he was sure you’d hiss at him once again. The smallest of smirks fell onto his features.
The cool wind caused a shiver to run down your back, admiring how beautiful the island looked even in the darkness of the storm. You peaked your head to look ahead, frowning deeper the closer you arrived to the beach. “I hope you know I could have made my way back without you.”
“And I do not doubt that.”
“Good.”
As you both landed, you could see Ronal’s angry face as she stomped towards you. “Here we go.”
Jake helped you dismount, jumping quickly down after you. “See what I mean! Reckless!”
You rolled your eyes at your sister, walking straight past her and towards your home. Jake could see the exhaustion on Ronal’s face. He would be lying if he said he did not sympathize with her. It was clear that she cared for you deeply, but there were some lines blurred between the two of you. “Thank you, JakeSully.”
Jake only dipped his head down at the Tsahik, watching your figure retreat farther away.

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andy-15-07 · 13 days
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A Glimpse into Tomorrow
masterlist ! pairing Drew Starkey x reader
Outer Banks Masterlist
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Drew Starkey and Y/n sat on the porch of their quaint countryside home, surrounded by the soft glow of the setting sun. A gentle breeze ruffled the leaves of the nearby trees, carrying with it the promise of a cool evening.
Drew leaned back in his chair, a contented smile playing on his lips as he looked at Y/n. She was the epitome of beauty in his eyes, her laughter like music to his ears.
"You know," Drew began, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them, "I've been thinking a lot about the future lately."
Y/n turned to him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh really? What have you been thinking about?"
Drew took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "Well, for starters, I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else but you. You mean everything to me, Y/n."
A warm flush spread across Y/n's cheeks as she took in Drew's words. "You mean everything to me too, Drew. I can't imagine my life without you in it."
Drew reached out and took Y/n's hand in his own, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "I've been thinking about... us, you know? About our future together."
Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she looked into Drew's eyes, seeing the love and sincerity shining within them. "What do you mean?" she asked softly.
Drew took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving Y/n's. "I mean... I've been thinking about marriage. About spending the rest of our lives together as husband and wife."
Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, but to hear Drew speak the words aloud sent a thrill through her like none other.
"Really?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
Drew nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Really. I want nothing more than to make you my wife, Y/n. To stand by your side through thick and thin, for better or for worse."
Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she threw her arms around Drew, pulling him close. "Yes, Drew. A thousand times yes."
Drew held her tight, his heart overflowing with love and joy. In that moment, he knew without a doubt that he had found his soulmate, his other half.
As they sat together, lost in each other's embrace, Drew couldn't help but think about the future they would build together. A future filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.
But their conversation didn't end there. As the stars began to twinkle overhead, Drew and Y/n talked about more than just marriage. They talked about their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities.
They talked about starting a family, about the joy of watching their children grow and flourish. They talked about the adventures they would go on together, the places they would see, the memories they would make.
And as they talked, Drew realized that no matter what the future held, as long as he had Y/n by his side, he would be the happiest man alive.
So they sat together on the porch, beneath the starry sky, dreaming of tomorrow and all the wonders it would bring. And in that moment, they knew that their love was forever, boundless and eternal.
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cho-aaacho · 2 months
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—Sunrise Swish
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Masterlist
Tags : Love Bites, Biting, Licking, Kissing, French Kissing, Touching, Fingering, Rainy Day, Living Together, Soft Gojo Satoru.
Summary : Satoru always knew how to make you recall every touch under his fingertips, making you moan his name out of intense delight. Each of his kisses carried the sweetness of sugary marshmallows. Isn't it simply charming?
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"Raining..."
"Yeah, quite annoying, isn't it? We had plans for a nice picnic today. Unfortunately, we can't control the weather."
Satoru's approaching, his voice blending with the falling raindrops. There is still a romantic connection between you and him, and you can still feel his warmth in the atmosphere.
You gaze into his eyes, azure, your favorite color since you knew him. Although you are trying to find something delightful in him, you are always falling for his eyes. How could it be so attractive in a very dangerous way? It's so unfair.
You are following his gesture carefully, trying to draw him closer, trying to trap him in your universe. A smile curls on his lips as he glides closer.
"I'm not annoyed; I'm just disappointed." You replied.
"Oh, come on... it's not like the world is over. I'm still here, you know."
He studies your features, then shifts his gaze to the table where two cups of hot chocolate sit. With gentle hums, he carefully sits down, draping a thin blanket over your body. He is hinting that he wants to make you comfortable.
Today is your day off, and it should be his too, but as he mentioned earlier, he can't change the weather, and the rain is so heavy outside. 
It annoys you because you crave so much quality time with your dear boyfriend, and today is the only opportunity to cherish romantic moments together. His job is always hard, and sometimes you are frustrated when you can't help Satoru.
But seeing Satoru's calmness and tender smile softens your anger, and you hesitate to disrupt his serenity. You don't want to ruin his realm.
A sigh of boredom floats in the air as you let Satoru nestle against your shoulder, wrapping himself in a blue blanket while still humming a sweet romantic song. 
Why is he so calm and relaxed? 
He's even gentler than usual. Could it be that he's happy because he couldn't go out with you? But... Satoru isn't that bad. You understand him well.
"Looks like someone is happy because he can't go out, huh?"
"Eh?" He moved away from your shoulder and looked at you in surprise. You could see your reflection in his azure eyes, awaiting your sweet reply.
"No. I mean... I'm just trying to be cheerful in front of you; I don't want to let you down!"
"But... still, I'm sad because I can't go out with you, Satoru-kun."
As you expected, Satoru would say something like this. Because he has never said anything negative when it's about you, he always attempts to hide his feelings, and sometimes you can't always see his true colors.
Where is his red? Is he always covered in blue? Maybe... purple? You never knew. Because everything he shows you is always a bright color. The hues are made in heaven.
"Oh... my dear, I'm so sorry."
You grabbed your phone, hoping to lift your spirits by reading some tweets. Perhaps these could help you escape your negative mood. Satoru is still there too.
And then you find something funny between the tweets. A smile curls on your face as you read those tweets because they were so accurate for your situation.
You show your phone to Satoru, making light from the phone caress his pretty face, and carefully add some humor to your voice.
"Hey, take a look at this. Someone had tweeted this. They said, What will you do in the rain with your partner? It sounds oddly familiar, doesn't it?"
A giggle escapes Satoru's lips; he strokes his chin, and with a mischievous grin, his gaze falls at you. "Hmm, perhaps... I'd do something like this."
He drew near and embraced your soul, unveiling your shadow in his azure eyes. The way he breathes and the way he is touching his lips on yours are melting you in every way.
He delicately grazed your face, touching your cheeks with his palm and whispering love lines between kisses. You already know who is in charge now.
Satoru.
Warmth wrapped you in its love, creating the sensation of tenderness. His lips feel so different this time. There is a sweetness and gentleness left in them. 
With closed eyes, his tongue were already playing their games. Tasting chocolate and the sweetness of marshmallows against your mouth. 
You could taste the sugary marshmallow or the sweetness of chocolate mixed in your mouth, sharing a sensual dance between your tongue and his. Dominating, like a romantic dance between lovers.
Your gaze wanders, scanning him, trying to find any clue in his eyes. But no matter how you try, all you can see are his eyes gazing at you. A canvases blue sky.
Satoru, almost in disbelief, but charmed by your expression. A flush of red graces your features, resembling sweet cherry blossoms blushing in the wake of that kiss.
He groaned while playfully nipping at your earlobe. "I know, baby, I know. I'm right here; just breathe."
"It's alright. I'll stop if you're not in the mood." He whispered, and it almost sounded like a love confession to your ears.
but... you just nodded.
He sealed a kiss on your neck, counting every pore on your skin with his textured lips, exploring each contour with a hint of aggression, and teasing every spot of your sweet skin.
Relentless passion.
Sweet bites.
Slow motion.
Sensual licking.
Repeating. 
Squeezing.
Foggy eyes.
Deep breathing. 
Resonating sigh.
Weak moan.
Crimson cheeks.
Wet lips.
Eyes shut, biting lips. Every move and every bite makes your knees weak. You playfully whined in response, squeezing his biceps, pretending for resistance. 
But... Satoru already knows every spot of your vulnerabilities; he knows each spot that could make you moan his name.
With seductive movement, he glided his fingers between your thighs. Exploring your weak spot relentlessly, rubbing your panties in gently. After enjoying the view, he slipped his finger inside your panties eager to feel how aroused you had become.
Satoru delicately slid his finger inside you, making your head arch in response. All of these transform into ecstasy. And. Honestly. It feels so good. You couldn't help but whisper his name.
He moves his finger slowly and gently; he doesn't want you to get hurt or uncomfortable. Until he finds your most sensitive spot, the sweetest area of your being.
"Are you alright?" Satoru inquired, his gaze revealing concern. "You seem to be grappling with something."
"Oh... I'm okay, Satoru-kun. It's just... I can't shake this feeling. I'm afraid if someone catches us making out on the balcony."
"No. They won't," he assured.
Then, a soft breath carried his whispered words to your ear: "I want to mark you as mine."
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mika-no-sekai-blog · 3 months
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Game over
Part I
Word count: 2600+
Warnings: some hot scenes to come so be ready, nothing obscene tho (I'd love to but can't write "porn"😬); kind of slutty Azriel, swearing
You walked down the hallway towards Cassian's room, your eyes puffed from crying for hours. You prayed to Mother to find him alone. You needed him desperately. Cassian was your best friend, knowing all your secrets, even the one about your feelings for Azriel. He was the only one who volunteered to go with two of you on missions making a wall between you, comforting you after each argument. And now he almost paid with own life for his kindness.
Instead of knocking you eavesdropped behind his door, but except of Cassian's snoring room was silent. Carefully opening the door you peeked in. Cassian was fast asleep, bandaged wings spread on the bed. He was alone. You let out sigh of relief.
Quietly you stalked to his bed and sat on the edge of mattress. Gently caressing his hand you curled to his side. You were afraid to touch him, not wanting to cause him more pain. "I'm so so sorry, Cass," you sobbed. Snoring stopped and he moved slightly.
"Oh, doll, it's you," he groaned, voice hoarse.
"I didn't want to wake you up," you tried to hide your tears.
"Don't worry. I wanted to see you anyway. I'm glad you came."
"How do you feel?"
His big hand landed on your shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. "I'm high from the Madja's medicaments," he chuckled and you did so, too. He always knew how to make you smile. "Are you okay? Rhys was quite angry when he came yesterday."
"Hmm." You still needed to talk about it, but seeing his state you couldn't bring yourself to bother him with your problems.
"Hey, doll, look at me."
"Everything is fine," you lied.
"C'mon, show me your face," he patted on your shoulder. Reluctantly you obeyed. "I can see you cried. What happened? Did he hurt you?"
"Rhys was mad, but he did nothing to me. He just scolded me.."
"And?" his brows raised.
You let out a breath avoiding his gaze. "And closed me in his office together with Azriel," you muttered.
"What?!" Cassian tried to sit up, but pain in his back and wings prevented him from doing so. Grimacing he lay down again. "Is he crazy? Why? I'll give him piece of my mind when I see him next time. What happened after that?"
"Well, he said he won't let us out until we solve our problems," you explained, tears again stinging your eyes.
"You are out so.." Cassian encouraged you to continue.
"Azriel came with an idea how to make him let us go." First tear rolled down your cheek.
Cassian rubbed root of his nose. "What that idiot did to you?" He knew you so well, you didn't have to tell a single word and he knew what's on your mind. Sometimes it was quite scary.
"He came with plan to pretend we are in love and kissed me in front of Rhysand.." you sobbed.
"Doll.." he again rubbed your shoulder. "Are you okay?"
You shook your head. "I can't.. do that.. It all returned.. and.. I can't.. It hurts.."
Cassian drew you closer, hugging you as much as he could in his state. "I'm so sorry, doll.. But.. You don't have to do it.. If you want I'll talk with him."
"If Rhysand finds out we lied, next time he might also lock us at a cell.."
Cassian's lips pulled into a thin line, but he didn't say anything else, holding you and rubbing on your back while you cried yourself to sleep.
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Azriel was wandering around the House, feeling of discomfort heavy on his chest. He didn't like the way your conversation ended up that morning and he didn't want to accept that his plan was over before he actually could act up to it. He tried to visit Y/N in her bedchamber, but she wasn't there. Everything felt off, so he sent the shadows to look for her. They guided him to Cassian's room, whispering to his ear.
Azriel didn't bother with knocking because as he was informed persons inside were fast asleep. Quiet like a cat he crept in, standing beside the bed. What he saw there made his insides twist with pain and anger.
Cassian laid in the bed with spread wings just like the other day, snoring. And there under his arm curled to his side was Y/N, their scents mixing together. He noticed their smell many times before, but he'd never witnessed it. Jealousy stabbed his heart like poisoned dagger, his teeth gritting in frustration.
Mine. Mine. Mine!
His breath quickened, brows furrowed, anger dripping from him. His fingers entwined around the Truth-teller. Shadowsinger wouldn't let anybody have what belonged to him, what he desired the most.
The shadows emerged in, blinding him and pushing him back to the door.
'Stop. Calm down. You will regret it. Brother. Family.' They hissed.
Azriel took few shuddering breaths. Okay, he wouldn't go so far. But he couldn't leave them like this either. He fixed his expression.
"Love, here you are," he shouted pretending he just came in. Both Cassian and Y/N woke up with a start.
"What the hell," Cassian groaned, pulling Y/N closer. Wide-eyed she looked up at Azriel.
"I was worried. I looked for you everywhere," Azriel continued his performance. He pulled on her arm, tearing her from the embrace, just to hold her close to his chest. She was about to say something, but he wouldn't let her and quickly kiss her on the lips. Azriel gave all his pain and jealousy into the kiss making it rough and needy. And Y/N reacted the same way as in front of Rhysand. Her knees gave out. Satisfied Azriel pulled away. He watched with delight as all kinds of emotions flashed across her face, especially enjoying the blush of her cheeks.
"What are you doing?" Cassian grunted, snapping him out of his observation.
Azriel turned to him. "Love, you haven't told him yet?"
"No need to pretend, Az. I know everything," Cassian rolled his eyes. Azriel turned back to Y/N, searching her face. So she told him? But why? What was between the two of them?
"I want to talk to you," Cassian said.
"Would you leave us alone, dove," Azriel traced her jaw with scarred finger. She inhaled sharply turning to Cassian.
"Cass.."
"Don't worry, doll," he grinned at her. Eyeing them she backed out from the room closing the door behind. But she didn't leave. Instead she stayed behind the door listening.
Azriel smirked as Cassian narrowed eyes on him. "What kind of game are you playing?" he asked quietly, aware that Y/N hadn't left.
"Not your business."
"I swear. If you hurt her I'll beat the shit out of you."
Azriel studied his face. "You feel something to her." It wasn't question.
"What if I do? Would you let her be?"
Azriel crossed arms on his chest. "No."
"Do you hate her so much that you want to destroy her?" Azriel winced.
"I'm not planning to destroy her."
"So what do you want from her?" Cassian snapped angrily.
"Not. Your. Business," Azriel growled.
They stared at each other trying to second guess the opponent. Azriel let out a breath after a while. Brother. My brother, he reminded himself.
"I don't want to hurt her, so don't worry," he said way softer than he really felt, turning to leave. "I would really appreciate if you stay away from her," he growled leaving the room. An amused snort sounded from behind as he was closing the door.
Corners of Azriel's mouth turned up in a smile as he looked to the place where Y/N was waiting, right next to the door.
"What did you talk about?" she asked coolly.
He stepped closer cornering her. "About you," he smiled even wider, hazel eyes capturing hers.
"What about me?"
"Hmm," he purred teasingly leaning in so he could feel her breath on his lips. Having her so close soothed his jealousy for good.
She just stood there pinned to the wall under his body, her heart racing. She wouldn't run away before getting answers. Fearless little thing. He liked it and finally he didn't have to hide it. Closing eyes he nuzzled his cheek to hers, drawing a soft moan from her.
"What will you give me if I tell you?" His deep voice sensually whispered to her ear and she shivered in pleasure biting down on her lip, unable to think straight. So hot, so sweet. He wanted to devour her right there on the spot, slowly, enjoying every inch of her. It took all his determination just to stand there, not touching her.
He needed to leave otherwise he would destroy everything. "Try to stay away from Cassian and his room, dove, would you?" he cooed, delivering sweet, light kiss on her lips. Her knees wobbled.
"It would look bad if somebody notice," he said over a shoulder walking down the hall, away from temptation.
After he left, Y/N let out a breath. Without anybody holding her upright she sank to the ground, her heart pounding so hard it threatened to jump from her chest and chase after the cause of this all. Why did he have such effect on her?
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After the encounter in Cassian's room you didn't know what to think anymore. You heard just very little of their conversation and couldn't make anything out of it. Only one thing was clear: Azriel kept pretending to be in love with you without flaw whether somebody watched or no.
He kept touching you at any occasion he had. From feather like touches to passionate hugs, from his lips lightly teasing your skin to deep, needy kisses. Shadowsinger went so far that he was leaving flowers and small presents for you all around the house. It was so confusing.
In front of your friends you couldn't run nor push him away. You struggled every time he appeared close to you. Your heart ached and thrilled at the same time. You had to constantly remind yourself that he faked it. That none of that was real. However your heart didn't listen at all. It hurt so badly. Every day that passed in this manner was a torture and you tried to spend as much time in your room alone as possible.
One morning you woke up with a wing around you, dim light shining through. A strong arm was wrapped around your waist and your back was pressed against male's chest. At first you thought you fell asleep with Cassian. After all it wouldn't be the first time you slept like this.
As your brain started to work again, you stiffened. Last night you fell asleep alone in your room. The body behind you was muscular, but it was rather athletic while Cassian's body was more like a bear. Drops of cold sweat appeared on your forehead and your heart stuttered as realization hit you.
It was Azriel.
You swallowed, your heartbeat was rising with every second you stayed in this position. You didn't know what to do. You wanted to shove him away, but you also longed to stay like this in his arms for the rest of your life. You didn't dare to move.
Azriel behind you didn't move, too, seemingly asleep. However you could feel his heartbeat on your back, speed of it matching your own. And you felt it poking to the back of your thigh. Air became heavy with the smell of arousal.
The wing retracted letting morning light and fresh cold air in.
"'morning," Azriel groaned to your ear, voice still hoarse. Your panties got even wetter.
You forced yourself to retreat to the other side of bed. "What are you doing here?" you tried to sound confident and cool, but your shaky voice betrayed you.
Reclining Azriel smirked obviously satisfied with the way your body reacted to him. Your mouth went dry. He was so... Beautiful? Sexy? No word could adequately describe him.
His dark hair was messy from sleep, smirking full lips slightly parted and eyes.. Those eyes. Soft morning light turned his hazel eyes into liquid gold. Shadowsinger was in your bed looking like a god, toned chest on display. You couldn't take your eyes off of him.
"You are drooling, dove," he chuckled moving closer. His thumb ran over your lower lip teasingly. He was wearing just an underwear, his arousal still visible.
Instincts you gained over years kicked in, though you were too high. "Cover yourself," you moaned. Damnit.
Azriel leaned closer, his lips only inch from yours. "This is what you do to me. Don't you like it?" Thumb of his other hand caressed your thigh too close to your sex. You gasped, eyes going wide. Azriel's pupils blew out, gaze darkening, his scent changing once again.
You needed to cool down otherwise you could do something you would regret in the future. You tried to stand up, but Azriel stopped you.
"Beautiful," he murmured against your lips, closing the distance between you. The kiss was soft, playful at first, slowly heating up. He pulled you back down to the sheets, lightly crushing you under his body. His scarred hand grabbed your thigh and massaging it he hooked your leg around his hips.
No, your brain shouted while your heart was growing with every touch he provided. This was so wrong. You found the strength and pushed against his chest. Panting Azriel reluctantly obeyed. He gave you a questioning look.
"What's wrong, dove?"
"Stop it," a tear rolled down your cheek, followed by another soon. Tip of his fingers gently wiped it away. He was confused. "Stop it. Stop this pretending. It's too much. I can't-"
"Who said I'm pretending?" he whispered softly, studying your face with unreadable expression.
"You came with this plan to pretend in front of everyone.."
"Game is over, dove. It's actually never started. At least for me it wasn't game," Azriel sat up bringing you with him.
You were too confused. "What do you mean? What is this all about?"
Azriel hesitated. "I heard you," he breathed out, his eyes never leaving yours. His deep voice was so quiet you barely heard him. "That night at Rhys' office. You talked in your sleep. For years I couldn't tell you how I really feel, thinking you hate me. It was easier to hate you back than admit I want you. So I took advantage of the situation Rhysand got us into and decided to show you instead. I guess it wasn't the best way.."
Something in your chest warmed up and grew with every word he spoke. "It wasn't game," you repeated, trying to put your thoughts together. You replayed all events, touches and kisses of the last weeks seeing it in new light. You could literally hear wards around your heart crack. He didn't pretend it. None of that.
You searched his eyes looking for traces of lie just to find out it was truth. Your hand moved on its own accord, resting on his cheek. Azriel leaned into the touch closing his eyes for a moment.
"No pretending?"
"Not even once," he shook his head. All suppressed feelings crashed out like a wave breaking last of the walls you built around your heart. You threw yourself around his neck almost knocking him down to blankets, squeezing him as you cried. Shadowsinger groaning with effort to stay upright, hugging you back.
"Az," you sobbed.
"Yes, angel," Azriel rested his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.
"You are such idiot," you playfully tugged on his hair.
"I know," he chuckled. "Will you give me a chance to make it up to you?"
You snorted. "It won't be easy."
"I love challenges." With that he started nipping at your neck slowly moving up to the sensitive spot under your ear.
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baby-yongbok · 6 months
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Poetry
Chapter One - Last Copy
Hyunjin x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, the kind that makes you blush a little.
Word Count: 1,433
A/N: Hyunjin's airport outfit got me thinking so I just wrote this cute little thing real quick! I'm thinking about making it another mini series so let me know if you want a part two! I'm putting way too much on my plate but I can't help it 😭
Summary: You meet a cute stranger at your favorite bookstore cafe.
Part Two
✧Poetry Series Masterlist✧ ✧Main Masterlist✧
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You browsed the shelves for your favorite poet's new release. You were determined to buy it in both paperback and hardcover before it went flying off the shelves. You skim the spines of the many books searching for the poet’s name when you finally come across it. A wide smile paints your face as you reach for the final hardcover copy, that smile quickly drops when your hand collides with one of a stranger next to you. You must've been so focused that you hadn't noticed him. 
"Pardon me." He apologizes softly, slightly bowing his head towards you. 
"No no, it's alright. I should've been paying attention." The two of you stand there glancing between each other and the book for a second too long before he breaks the silence. 
"You reached for it three seconds before me so you should have it." The tall man grins down at you as he picks up the book and holds it out to you. "I can always get it online. "
"Oh no, it's fine! I can just buy the paperback." You give him a kind grin and his lips pull into a thin line. 
"Well then you really should take this then because I just picked up the last paperback." A quiet chuckle leaves his lips as he holds it up momentarily for you to see. You can't help but smile and giggle a bit as you push a strand of hair behind your ear. 
"Ah, okay, well in that case how could I turn down a hard cover of my favorite poet?" You take the book from him and start to study it immediately. You sigh happily as you run your fingers over the cover, taking in every detail. "I love their book design. Every single one is so unique and fresh, it really reflects their work perfectly." 
"I agree, I think that the use of abstract art on the cover is a beautiful touch." You smile up at him again and this time you take a moment to study his features. His jet black hair is in a half up half down style and his circle lens glasses compliment his shining eyes perfectly. Not to mention his pink lips and structured jaw which are the icing on a very handsome cake. You take in his black sweater and matching black pants, his style is very attractive and from the looks of his Versace necklace very expensive. 
"I think so too, it's one of the things that drew me to them." He grins down at you and shakes his head slightly. He tilts his head to the side a bit before letting the tip of his tongue dip out of his mouth and skate across his bottom lip. You notice his eyes wandering over your frame and for some reason the action is welcomed by you. You don't feel uncomfortable in the slightest. He catches himself staring and suddenly holds his hand out to you. 
"I'm Hyunjin by the way." You blush slightly as you grin up at him.
"Y/n" He smiles at your name and you can't help but to look down at your feet for a second. Your hands stay together in a handshake for a few seconds too long before you let go. 
"Well, Y/n, uh I was actually about to sit at the Cafe up front and get started on this book... Would you maybe want to sit with me? We can share our thoughts on it. That is if you aren't busy or anything." He pulls his lips into a thin line and the tips of his ears turn a bit red as his nerves start to get to him. You smile blushing a bit yourself. 
"I um.. I actually think that I'd like that a lot." He smiles as he pushes up his glasses and looks away towards the bookshelf for a second, most likely to stop himself from smiling like an idiot, not like it matters though, at this point the blush covering both of your cheeks is a dead give away to your excitement. 
"Great, after you." You shake your head and turn on your heels leading the way over to the Cafe where the two of you stare at the menu. "I don't know why I'm even looking, I get the same thing every time." 
You chuckle as your eyes land on exactly what you'd like. "What's that?" 
"An iced americano and a white cream latte." You furrow your brows towards him curiously. 
"Two coffees?" He blushes a bit, bringing his hand to the back of his neck and scratching softly 
"I may have a caffeine problem." He chuckles a bit and you follow suit. "What would you like? It's on me."
"Oh no, you don't have to."
"I insist." He smiles down at you with bright and excited eyes and you feel yourself melt a bit. 
"I suppose I can't turn down free refreshments" You step forward towards the cashier and start your order, once you're done Hyunjin adds his items and he reaches into his pocket to pull out his Versace wallet. Who exactly is this guy? He has very expensive taste. You watch as he skims the many cards in his wallet and your face heats up a bit when he pulls out a black card. Okay, no really who is this guy? 
"Wanna find us a table?" He asks as he stuffs his wallet back into his pocket. You nod in agreement and quickly retreat to your favorite table in the back corner of the cafe. You get comfortable, crossing your legs indian style and leaning back against the plush booth. You take your phone out of your purse to briefly check your messages but before you could reply to anyone Hyunjin approaches with a tray full of refreshments. 
"Here we go." He sits across from you, serving you your items from the tray. 
"Thank you very much." You smile as you take your mug and bring it up to your lips briefly, taking a sip. You smile to yourself as you let the warmth of your drink surge through you. 
"So, Y/n, do you come here often?" Hyunjin asks as he sips his Americano and you can't help but to chuckle
"Really? You used that line?" He grins slightly but it quickly turns into a smile and a quiet embarrassed laugh as his fingers caress the skin of his neck. 
"I'm sorry, I guess I’m a little rusty. I honestly don't talk to alluring women such as yourself often..I'm usually quite reserved? Kind of the shy type socially.”
You smile and you can feel a blush creeping up on your cheeks. " I could say the same.. I don't talk to alluring men very often. I only read about them."
Hyunjin smiles, his fingers interlacing as he brings them up towards his face and leans in towards you. "Call me crazy but I have a feeling that you'll be more interesting than any book I've ever read."
Okay, you're definitely blushing now. "Yeah? I think I could say the same about you." 
Hyunjin looks down at his lap with a wide smile, He licks his lips before grabbing his coffee and takes a long sip before looking back up at you with flushed cheeks. 
"So, do you come here often? Because if you do I will too." You tilt your head to the side slightly with a curious eyebrow raised. 
"Is that right?"
"I wouldn't lie to you." He mimics your curious demeanor. 
"I come here at least once a week." He shakes his head as he picks up his drink.
"Looks like I need to change my schedule." You smile as you take a piece of the cinnamon roll that you ordered with your tea. 
"Looks like you do." You both hold a smile as your eyes search each other's.
"So... this book, how about I read it to you?" 
"You want to read me poetry?" He nods confidently as he reaches for your copy of the book. "You just want to touch the hardcover."
"That is true, you caught me" a playful smile pulls at his lips and you smile back, crossing your arms as you lean forward and rest your elbows on the table. 
"Hm, fine but if you damage it you owe me a new copy."
"Deal." He smiles as he opens the book and you watch as his long slim fingers flip through the pages. "Alright, ready?"
You pick up your mug and take a sip before grinning and smiling towards him. 
"Ready"
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Day 6 - Time Travel for @jonmartinweek!
im late again but only bc i drew waayyy too much for this lol - i couldnt help it tho i really love those kid-centric aus where jon and martin's future kids come visit their s1 selves - they're just full of so many cute moments and little jokes 🤭 i'm also just a sucker for anything jmart kid related. plus watching s1 jon and martin, who have budged hardly an inch past absolute loathing, grapple with the fact they not only get married in the future but have KIDS too is soooooooo good 😆they get to talking and realize "oh god you really are my ideal partner ohno OHHH NOO"
[Start ID: Multiple images of Jon and Martin from The Magnus Archives as well as their future children for an AU. Jon is a thin Persian man with dark, curly hair streaked with grey and rectangular glasses. Martin is a fat, mixed Polish/Korean man with dark brown, wavy hair, browline glasses, and a beauty mark by his lip. 1st image: Jon and Martin are sitting at a wedding table decorated with flowers, a plate with half eaten cake, and a green napkin. Jon is wearing a white shirt with a dark green bowtie, his hair is slicked back into a low bun with some styled stray hairs. His black suit jacket covers the chair behind him. He has light beard and a gold column earring. Martin is wearing a white shirt with a dark blue bowtie, his hair is styled back as well and he wears a gold diamond drop earring. They sit side by side, noses almost touching - Jon smiles wholesomely at Martin, holding up a coupe glass of champagne, and Martin smiles back with his eyes closed, left hand resting around the base of his own coupe glass. Jon's left hand sits on top of Martin's, each hand has a gold band on the ring finger. The drawing looks like a polaroid, Jon's handwriting at the bottom says "Jonathan and Martin Blackwood-Sims. June 27th, 2023." Martin has placed a red heart sticker and written "J+M" in blue marker on the photo. 2nd image: Jon and Martin are older and pose with their children on their backs. Their children, Mina and Jules, have dark, curly hair like Jon's, Mina has a beauty mark by his right eye and Jules has one on her left lower cheek. In this image Mina has her hair tied back into two pigtails and is smiling with one tooth gone. She wears overalls with a scalloped shirt, a sensory bracelet on her right wrist, and sneakers. She is riding on Martin's back, gripping his shirt with one hand and lifting up the other one behind his head, laughing loudly. Martin side eyes her with mirth, his hair is more choppy and down past his shoulders, he has a patchy beard, and wears a simple lined shirt. In this image, Jules has her hair tied back into a ponytail and is wearing a t-shirt, jean shorts and sneakers with a star on them. She sticks her tongue out towards the camera and winks one eye, both her arms are laced around Jon's neck. Jon's hair is past his ears and he has a fully grown mustache and beard, he wears a collared short sleeve shirt. Underneath ths photo Jon writes "Picnic after 2nd year primary. Mina (7) Jules (8)." Martin has drawn a yellow sun and written in blue marker "too old!!" and a crying face. 3rd image: Mina and Jules (off frame) hold up multiple photographs to younger Jon and Martin (season 1). Martin is wearing a collared shirt and his hair is side parted, cut just past his ears. Jon has his hair slicked back aside from a couple large curls at the front and wears a suit jacket, collared shirt, tie, and vest. Martin and Jon stare down at the photos with flustered surprise, confusion, and disbelief, both blushing. Martin pinches one of the photos with his right hand. Jon holds his glasses in his right hand.
4th image is a 7 panel comic. Mina and Jules both wear glasses and school uniforms with a backpack, Mina wearing a tie and vest, her hair done in two braids, and Jules wearing a collared shirt and tie, her hair in a bob with two clips. 1st panel: Jules outstretches her hand while looking angry at Mina who is looking away with a huff. "We would've gotten here way sooner if you didn't have to stop and pet that dumb dog!!". 2nd panel: Jon crosses his arms and sneers at Martin, who is looking unimpressed and annoyed and holding a tea mug. "They get that from you...". 3rd panel: Mina points at Jules and retorts "Well if you weren't so impatient we wouldn't have gotten caught, stupid!!". 4th panel: Martin lifts up the tea mug to take a sip and shoots back to Jon, who frowns, "They get that from you...". 5th panel: Mina and Jules yell at each other with closed eyes and hunched shoulders, "UGH!!! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS ARGUING WITH ME!!!". 6th panel: A simplified drawing of Jon and Martin, one speech bubble connecting both of them saying "They get that from you". 7th panel: Jon and Martin whip around and stare at each other with offended anger, saying "ME?!".
5th image is of Mina and Jules in full color. They have the same descriptions as in the comic, the school uniform is a purple gray, the skirts plaid. Mina wears a green colored sensory bracelet and Jules wears a blue colored one. Mina has a nervous frown, a couple sweat marks coming off her head, while Jules smiles with quiet confidence, a couple gold sparkles by her head. They hold hands in the middle, Jules is slightly taller than Mina. Above Mina are the following words: Mina (Mia) *younger sibling *a bit shy *fave color is green *loves when Dad does her hair. Above Jules are the following words: Julia (Jules) *older (by 11 months) *more adventurous *fave color is blue *loves when Baba buys her ice cream. End ID.]
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“Delicious.” (Rosie x Reader)
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Summary: Your blood looks absolutely delicious to Rosie, and she just can’t resist taking a bite… Or two.
Tags: Biting, neck biting, slightly suggestive, female!reader, Rosie being soft, tiny bit of Alastor at the start, blood, lightheadedness, cannibal stuff :3
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The parlor Rosie had invited you to was crowded— Almost uncomfortably so. As you made your way through the crowd, you finally caught sight of Rosie and Alastor talking over tea.
Rosie’s hollow eyes locked with yours and she grinned wide, waving you over. “Oh, darling! You’re just in time!” Rosie said happily. Alastor nodded his head at you as you were served a cup of tea.
“Is this where you usually spend your days, Rosie?” You asked curiously. “Oh, no. I was just visiting with an old friend, Alastor!”
You looked at the radio demon up and down. “Charmed, as always, Rosie. I really best be going, though.” Alastor got up with his ever-eerie smile on his face.
As he got up, though, he bumped the table a bit— As such, your teacup wobbled and fell to the ground, shattering with a Plink!
“Oh, goodness Al, you little klutz!” Rosie teased, and Alastor chuckled as he went to pick up the pieces. “Ah! Forgive me, ladies…”
“Don’t worry about it! I can clean it.” You said happily. After all, he seemed to have important business to get to.
Alastor nodded and gave you a curt “Thank you,” waving at Rosie as he waltzed out humming a tune. Meanwhile, Rosie gave you a look of absolute endearment as she watched you clean. “Oh, darling, thank you. That little rascal can be so messy sometimes, but he never forgets his manners.”
You smiled and looked up at Rosie. “Awe, it’s no proble—“
“Ah!”
One of the shards had spliced your finger a bit, drawing a thin prickle of blood down your palm.
Rosie’s eyes widened. Even the tiny trickle of blood you drew had an acute smell to Rosie’s refined cannibal senses, and the scent of your blood… Well… It was absolutely divine. Her eyes scanned your form with a sudden hunger for you.
“Rosie, do you have a bandage?” You asked, holding up your palm, oblivious to the situation at hand.
“O-Oh!” Rosie said, her face flushing a bit. “Aha—! Yes, darling, of course…” Her eyelids lowered in a plotting, hungry stare. “Come along.”
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You’d arrived at Rosie’s quaint little cottage in the middle of cannibal town, where she led you inside smiling all the way. “Right this way.” Rosie grinned toothily at you, chuckling a bit.
She motioned for you to sit down at the dinner table, where you obliged with ease. You looked around a bit cautiously. “You have a bandage…?”
Rosie chuckled as she sat down next to you, grabbing your wrist and raising your hand to her lips. “Not exactly…” She purred, her voice low and sultry.
She ran her tongue lightly along your palm, making you gasp and tense up.
“Ooh…” She said, chuckling a bit. “My dear… You’re absolutely delicious…” She wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you onto her lap as she sat.
“Rosie…” You said softly, almost in a moan.
“Shhhhh, my love…” She lapped up the blood on your hand once more, savoring its taste as she leaned into your neck.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t bite…” She snickered, her lips barely brushing against your neck. 
“So… I’ll say that I won’t bite… Too much. I just can’t resist you.” She purred, one of her hands tracing up your back to run through your hair… The other on your thigh, holding you firmly on her lap.
She kissed and licked at your neck, trying to hold back her hunger but soon throwing the idea of restraint away altogether, nipping at your neck with her razor sharp teeth.
“Ah— Rosie—!” You squeaked out, squirming a bit in her grasp. She chuckled a bit, taking pleasure in making you squeal. 
“Mmm… What a good meal for me…” She said, sighing contentedly as she lapped at the trickles of blood running down your neck. “I can’t believe no other cannibal has taken advantage of you…”
She moved to the other side of your neck, her voice becoming almost a growl. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you…” She sunk her teeth into your neck in a hungry bite, making you yelp as she kissed and licked the blood drawing from you. “Mmm…”
You started to get lightheaded from the amount that Rosie had bitten, sucked, and kissed your neck. Your body melted into hers as you sat on her lap, trembling from being a delicious feast for the cannibal overlord.
She didn’t stop there, either. Her hunger seemed only to grow as she pulled aside the collar of your shirt, nipping at the skin on your collarbone and shoulders, making you wonder what she’d do with full access to you…
After a while, she pulled away, both of you huffing. You let out a small whine of pain as your neck and the areas around it burned with bite marks and hickeys galore.
“Oh, darling…” Rosie chuckled, stroking your face lovingly. “Did I go too far?”
“Not at all…” You responded hazily. You were just happy to be her favorite meal.
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ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀ!ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Levi's huge crush, suggestive content, explicit language, heavy flirting, love bites, grinding, he steals your shorts and panties, biting, infidelity, nipple pinching, headcanon format! (Read part two here!)
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Neighbor!Levi who moves in a year after you. Spotting him with cardboard boxes while tending to the community garden, you gave a small wave and tried not to stare too hard at his biceps. He acknowledged you with a small nod.
Neighbor!Levi who stares at your butt while you’re bending down to inspect your tulips. The curve of your ass in those shorts had him running upstairs and back down so he wouldn’t miss you leaving. 
Neighbor!Levi who introduces himself like a gentleman as you’re closing the garden gate and locking it. His hand is warm and he shakes it for longer than expected, but you’re too caught up in his conversation to notice.
“Do you take care of all this yourself?”
“No, Mrs. Chisholm helps when she can. She’s taking it easy these days, though.”
He frowned and released your hand, leaving it colder than before.
“If I can plant something here, I’ll help you care for them.”
Neighbor!Levi who knew he was gonna help you anyway. There was nothing that could stand between him and his fixation with his endearing neighbor. The smile you gave him confirmed his place in the garden and he gaped at your hips swaying as you walked back to your corner apartment. You went upstairs, passed several doors, and opened the one next to his. 
Neighbor!Levi, whose heart drops to his stomach at the sight of you peeking back at him as your door shuts. He watches a pink light flicker on before stuffing his hands in his pockets and striding upstairs.
After talking for the next few days, Neighbor!Levi catches on to your tricks. He’s getting familiar with your collection of shorts and already has a favorite- the mini ones that you sleep in, first catching them in the morning when you’re stepping out onto your balcony. 
Neighbor!Levi watches your breasts peek out from the tank top you have on as you lean over the railing to chat with him. The gray sweatpants he has on does little to hide the growing bulge between his legs and he didn’t bother to wear a shirt to greet the warm morning, but you weren’t complaining. The thin gold chain that he wore to bed drew your eyes to his collarbone and had you licking your lips at the thoughts it brought. 
Neighbor!Levi finds himself inviting you over brunch, calling it a “favor for finding a place for me.” He doesn’t have to tidy much but a few dishes in the sink, but he finds himself adjusting the pillows on his bed anyway. He tried telling himself it was redundant, but it did little to settle the hopes he had.
Neighbor!Levi opens his door and finds you looking stunning, though you argued there was nothing special about the leggings and t-shirt combo you were sporting. He only rolled his eyes and allowed you in.
“You decorate well, Levi. A woman’s touch?”
If only you knew. The only woman Levi had the mind to touch felt far no matter how close she may be. 
“Not a lot of women coming in and out of here,” he remarked. “I don’t have time for ‘em.”
“Oh? What do you do for work that makes you so busy?”
“I…” he pulled a flat pan out from a cabinet, setting it on the stove. “I have a small business with my friends.”
Neighbor!Levi’s little white lie was enough to convince you. The blooming orchids in a vase and glassware in his china cabinet showcased the successes of his career- the men you dated before couldn’t afford the Rolexes you spotted him in, let alone this apartment’s rent.
Neighbor!Levi let you take the reins, assisting wherever you needed him. Forgot an egg for your crepes? He was already there with another one. Needed to put on your apron? He dug one out of his pantry and looped it around your neck, walking around you to tie it.
Neighbor!Levi feels you lean back on his hard body, your ass pressing into his dick print. You’re impossible to resist anymore- he needs a taste. His mouth connects with your neck, tongue skillfully finding a sensitive spot. Your moans echoed off his walls, head tilting to give him more space to work.
Neighbor!Levi’s big hands trail into your shirt to cup your tits, giving them a few languorous squeezes that had your nipples hardening under the fabric. “Juuust like that,” he encouraged between kisses, the praise leading directly into your panties. “Push that ass back on me, you know what to do.”
Neighbor!Levi pulled down the cup of your bra to pinch your nipple and pull it slightly. The purple love bites blooming on your skin made his heart melt, and in his needy haze, Levi bit at your neck. 
Neighbor!Levi feels you jump in surprise, spilling the crepe batter onto his apron and your house shoes.
“Shit…” he grumbled, pulling away to help you clean up. “I’m sorry- I got carried away… your shoes-“
“It’s fine, they were pretty old,” you chimed in, slipping the ruined apron from your body. “Could you go into my apartment and get my other ones? They should be in my room by the closet.”
Neighbor!Levi nods and leaves, shutting the door behind him quietly. What was he thinking? He was usually much more clear in his thoughts and actions, but you managed to wrap around his head like a cloud. He spends his short walk from his apartment and into yours brooding over what just happened. It felt amazing for him- the bulge in his pants could tell you that without words. He was positive you knew, a sentiment that lightened the weight in his heart.
Neighbor!Levi navigates your home easily as the layouts were nearly identical.
Neighbor!Levi finds your room and enters, his eyes landing directly on the pink velvet sleep shorts hanging out of your hamper. He reached for them and held them up, imagining your ass hanging out of them while you lay in bed. A matching pair of hot pink panties were inside of the shorts, and Levi felt his cock twitch.
Neighbor!Levi stuffs the fabric into the band of his sweats. Snatching the house shoes from the floor and nearly running out of the bedroom, he stopped abruptly in his tracks.
Neighbor!Levi could only stare at the framed pictures sitting on your dresser- pictures of you with a tall brunette from last Valentine’s day.
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psychospore · 1 year
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Unconventional Pain Reliever
Summary: you got a bad headache after going back from a mission and Loki offered an unconventional way to cure the pain.
Word count: 1057
Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, smut, fingering (f receiving)
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You woke up with a throbbing headache and feeling nauseous. It always happens after exhausting your powers, and you have just gone back from a death-defying mission.
You popped in a few painkillers and hopefully go back to sleep but the pain was so intense you just end up tossing and turning, writhing in pain for god knows how long in your dark and cold room.
You were extremely exhausted at this point when you heard your door unlocking and you squinted and saw a silhouette of a tall man entering your room.
His soft voice then spoke, "Stark wanted me to check in on you to see if you're still alive,"
"Barely...bad headache, meds don't seem to be working" You mumbled
He closed and locked the door as he drew closer to you.
"That's no good. I can help you out if you want," he suggested, his voice seeming seductive.
"Fine, whatever it takes to take this horrible pain away.." you mustered
Slowly, he crawled from under your thick duvet, which surprised you. His hand started caressing your inner thighs. Norns, you were only wearing a thin silk nightgown underneath and no panties that day. You felt his warm breath on your mound which made you flinch and peeked at him under the cover.
"what the hell are you doing?" your eyes wide at him.
"Well, the best way to cure a headache is through an orgasm. And that's what I'm doing for you, my dear," he grinned, face inches away from your womanhood.
You wanted to retort in protest but before you could answer, he licked your pussy and started sucking on your clit. Your body gave in, leaving you wordless and succumbing to the pleasure he was giving you. You moaned as he started reaching out to caress your breast too.
He left your breast and licked his fingers. It made its way to your slick folds, and slowly inserted his digits inside. Your body slowly relaxed, opening your legs wide to accommodate him.
He continued to suck and circle your clit with his tongue as he rams 2 digits inside you in and out. You felt your core heating up and you started to grind your hips toward his face.
Norns it was so good that the pleasure was now overcoming the pain you were suffering from.
"oh, Loki I'm close... I'm coming.." barely a whisper.
"good girl, come for me darling.. come from my lips and fingers" he responded
You felt the sensation building up in your core and shortly releasing it in a warm flood, squirting it on Loki's face and fingers. You shuddered before your body went limp, the pain was now gone. You felt your body getting lighter and you felt better in an instant.
You deeply sighed, "thank you, Loki. It was a bit unconventional but it worked. I'd do anything to repay you," you declared.
"anything? I guess with you feeling better now, I can collect my payment" he responded, pulling the covers out and licking his fingers from your squirt
You raised a brow, "what are you thinking?" You were suspicious of his grinning face.
He looks down at your almost naked sweaty body on top of him, in your bed and you see his bulge about to burst out from its confines.
"turn around and bend over for me, love. Hand behind your back, and lift your pretty butt up towards me. I'll make sure that your headache won't be coming back anytime soon."
You turned around, face smushed in the pillow with your hands behind your back. You were embarrassed when you arched your back, your gaping pussy and butthole straight for him to see.
He pulled down his trousers, his cock raging to be inside you. He wet the tip with his saliva before brushing it teasingly onto your still-wet folds. You winced, you wanted him inside you so bad now.
"tell me what you want, darling." In a commanding voice.
"fuck me, please. Ram your filthy cock inside my drenched pussy, make sure that this headache doesn't come back any time soon" your muffled voice responded.
"good, good" he slapped your ass before driving his thick cock inside you. You wiggled a bit to accommodate his huge member but it only stimulated him to drive himself deeper inside you.
His balls slap your clit as he pistons inside you. You could barely lift your head as your eyes rolled out in pleasure. He held you by the wrists with one hand and used his other to slap your reddening ass.
You felt his member throbbing, about to burst. He lets go of your wrists and proceeds to grab your waist to make sure you take everything of him inside you.
"I'm about to come again, Loki" you grit your teeth, whimpering.
"go on love, come for me" as soon as he said that, you bucked your hips towards him, his cock hitting your cervix drove you into a climax as spurts of fluid coated his cock, and overflowing outside your pussy, dripping and drenching your bed.
"amazing, darling. I am about to burst too. Let me fill you with my seed," he groaned.
He climaxed inside you, and you felt his warmness filling you from the inside. He pulled out and slumped beside you. Both of you are now covered in sweat and sex.
"you did great, darling," he said, planting a lazy kiss on your forehead.
"mmhmm .." you responded as a mist of seidr cleaned you both.
He stood up shortly, now back into his regular clothes.
"at least, you know who to call now in case you need a headache reliever" he smirked.
"thanks again," you faintly smiled from your bed.
"and oh, Stark wanted me to give it to you. He knows you get a headache when you come back from your mission but I know better" he hands you a pack of stronger painkillers.
"Loki!" You screamed at him, processing what just happened.
"See you around, darling," he winks as he hurriedly exits your room.
"jerk" you mumbled under your breath as you held the medicine Stark wanted to give you. I guess you could choose a natural option of ridding your headache now that Loki's around.
You shuffled under the cover and finally got some well-needed sleep.
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babybluebex · 2 years
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could you write an imagine with joe at the dior fashion week and he brings his partner in the spotlight for the first time and the paparazzi and the people watching get so excited and loud because his partner ( the reader ) has never been seen with him and they have been together since way before stranger things because joe keeps his love life private x
yess omg so cute, and he looks so good today it's criminal (fem!reader)
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Never had you heard your name called so many times in the span of a single minute. In front of you was a wall of photographers, all trying to get your best side, even if you yourself weren’t sure of what side that was. You could already see the headlines: Joseph Quinn Debuts Longtime Girlfriend At Paris Fashion Week. 
You had never really been interested in going to Joe’s fancy events or anything— in truth, he never used to be invited to fancy events. The biggest thing he had ever done was the BBC Les Miserables miniseries, and you had only just started dating back then.
Then, suddenly, the role of Eddie fell into his lap, Stranger Things happened, and your sweet Joe became a cultural icon. The past few months had been the Summer of Eddie, and you were endlessly proud of your man for all that he had accomplished. You hadn’t gone to any events yet, mainly because you were scrambling to keep hold on your anonymity for as long as possible, but, eventually, you knew you had to give in.
Joe had spoken about you in interviews briefly, nothing too invasive. The world knew your name, and people had managed to dig up an older picture of you attending the Catherine The Great premiere (one of the only events you had ever gone with Joe to), so they knew what you looked like; you had been shocked to hear that people wanted to know more about you.
So, in order to satiate the world until you were comfortable becoming a true public figure, Joe had been sprinkling in information about you during interviews: “Oh, my girlfriend hates mushrooms, she won’t touch them”, or “I wish my girlfriend was here, she would love Brazil”, or even “My girlfriend said she liked Eddie’s hair, so I may have to grow it out for her”. But nothing was enough, and people wanted more; hence, your presence on a rainy Paris afternoon.
“You alright?” you heard a quiet whisper from beside you, and you turned to look at your Joey. God, he was handsome, all done up in a full-black Dior suit, the neck open to show just the slightest bit of chest hair. You had protested the haircut he had been given last night, whining about “Aw, your curls! They were getting so long!”, but the trimmed hair suited him. 
You nodded, pursing your lips as you gave the cameras a thin smile. You honestly could have been a little better— your dress didn’t fit quite right, the strap loose on your shoulder and threatening to fall every time you moved your arm, but you wouldn’t dare complain. You were in Paris, at a Dior fashion show, with the love of your life. It was an absolute dream, despite the impending wardrobe malfunction. 
Joe’s eyes were big as he watched you pose for a moment, his arm tight around your waist, and he drew you in closer and buried a kiss in your neatly-done hair. “You look a little…” he started against your head as the flashbulbs popped in front of you. “Uncomfortable.” 
You sighed, keeping the smile on your face. “It’s a lot to get used to,” you told him simply. 
“It is, isn’t it?” Joe chuckled lightly. “But you look gorgeous, and you’re doing so well.” 
“Thanks,” you replied. “I’m just nervous.” 
“Yeah,” Joe agreed. “It doesn’t get much easier. But you’re a natural.”
You took a step closer to Joe, intent on setting a kiss to his cheek, but your dress had other ideas. The strap slipped off your shoulder for just a moment, not even far enough to really be an issue, but Joe was quick to see it happen. In an instant, he stepped forward, shielding your body from the cameras with his own, and his hand swiped out to push your strap back up. “Alright?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he guarded you.
“Yeah,” you replied, adjusting the strap back to its usual place. “I’m good.”
Joe waited until you stopped fiddling with the strap before stepping back into his place, and a relieved smile washed over you. “Just making sure you’re okay,” he told you, and you leaned in and finally kissed his face. The clicking of the cameras got louder as you nestled your lips against his scruffy jawline, and you whispered, “There’s the money shot.”
“Huh?” Joe smiled, his hand flattening against your back.
“That’s the pic every news outlet is gonna use when they talk about me,” you returned, and Joe nodded as he understood. 
“How about this?” he asked, and he drew you in closer to press a kiss to your mouth. It surprised you a little, a squeak leaving your mouth as your boyfriend kissed you, but you tugged him closer and kissed him back for just a moment before you broke. “Now they’ve got a few options.” 
“You’re so goofy,” you told Joe, and he gave you his big smile, that award-winning smile of his. “But I love you.” 
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emsfallingsky · 11 months
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Sting
Josh x reader
Word count: 8.6k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY! sexuality explicit material (unprotected sex, cursing, spitting, impact play, fingering, biting, slapping, dirty talk, degradation kink, praise kink, m dom. (please let me know if I missed anything).
A/N: This is my first fanfic that I've posted on Tumblr so I'm very excited. I have a series on wattpad d that I've been working on for months but wanted to write pure smut on here. This fanfic was inspired by this pic hehe.
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Their show had ended a couple of minutes ago and you heard the chatter of everyone as they passed by Josh’s dressing room where you waited for him. 
A few moments later the door flung open, making you turn on the couch as you saw Josh step forward making his way to you. He greeted you with a warm smile as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. 
“Hi mama,” Josh said, placing both of his hands on your shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze. 
“You sounded good,” you said, craning your neck to watch him walk over and grab a water bottle off the small table to the side of you. 
His face was coated in a thin layer of sweat along his temples and a bit on the small area of his exposed chest. The tops of his cheeks were flushed, and a few loose strands of hair stuck to the sides of his face. You pushed yourself up off the couch, standing up to make your way over to him. He smiled as he put the bottle to his lips, taking a long drink of the cool liquid. 
“Thank you, baby,” Josh said, setting the bottle on the counter and raised his hand to brush some hair out of your face. You smiled at him and then frowned, diverting your attention to the palm of his hand. His hand was covered in red welts and purple bruises. There were spots on his hands where you were able to see small cuts along his hand that had flecks of dried blood beside them. 
“What the fuck did you do!?” you asked, taking a hold of his wrist to inspect his hand further. 
Josh tipped his head back and let out a loud laugh. He raised his other hand that wasn’t in your grasp and waved it into the air. “I’m fine, it's just from the tambo,” Josh said, gently pulling his hand out of your grasp, walking a few steps and grabbed some extra clothes he had laying on a chair. 
“Well, does it hurt? I mean it looks like it’s bleeding or was,” you said, with a worried expression painted on your face. 
Josh had started to unzip his jumpsuit but stopped as he looked at you, softening his face. He shook his head and shrugged. 
“Not really,” Josh said, looking down at his hand as he drew it into a ball and then flexed his fingers outward. “I don’t really notice it anymore, I guess. I mean a little sometimes if part of the cymbals cut into my hand,” Josh said, shrugging. 
“Oh,” you said, dropping your gaze and frowning. The wheels in your head began to turn as a sudden thought came to you. You bit the inside of your cheek debating to say or ask anything more without fully saying what was on your mind. You looked back at Josh who was now pulling the rest of the zipper down and freeing his arms from his jumpsuit. 
“But it doesn’t hurt if you just like, hit the wood part, right?” you asked, leaning against the back of the couch. 
Josh stopped undressing himself yet again and his jumpsuit now hung around the middle of his waist, exposing his bare chest.
 “I mean not really; I would say it the equivalent of maybe high fiving someone a bit hard but that it-”
“But like would it hurt if you got hit or like hit someone with it would it hurt?” you asked, rather too quickly. 
Josh narrowed his eyes and stared at you as a small smirk started to tug on the corner of his mouth. He cocked his head to the side and pushed his tongue against his cheek. 
“Is there something you’re trying to tell me?” Josh asked, giving you a playful smirk. 
You shook your head and diverted your eyes from him, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze. 
“No, I-I was just wondering,” you said, in a soft voice. 
You stared down at the top of your shoe while you nervously fidgeted with the rings on your fingers. You watched as Josh’s feet move toward you and stop in front of you. Josh grabbed your chin between his thumb and his pointer finger, raising it so you were forced to meet his eye. Josh was standing in front of you with his eyebrows raised slightly giving you a knowing look that he could see right through your bullshit. 
“C’mon mama, tell me what’s on your mind. You don’t think I can see those wheels turning around in your head, hm? What are you thinking about” Josh asked, tilting his head down to further catch your gaze. 
You stared back at him and chewed the inside of your cheek not knowing what to say or how to start. You opened your mouth slightly, trying to figure out the words you wanted to say but instantly shut it, when you couldn't think of anything. 
Josh took another step forward, so you now had to crane your neck a bit to look up at him as he peered down at you from the tip of his nose. 
“C’mon, I know for a fact you’re good at using that pretty little mouth of yours. Let me hear you say it,” Josh said, in a hoarse voice that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and your legs instinctively clench together. 
“I-I can’t” you said, taking your eyes off him to look elsewhere. 
“Why not?” Josh asked, tilting his head to the side as a devilish smirk formed on his face. 
“Because it’s…it’s wrong,” you said, creasing your brows. 
“Oh really? Is it?” Josh said, raising his brows and pushing his tongue to the inside of his cheek. 
You quickly nodded, doing everything to try and not meet his eyes. Josh leaned forward so his mouth hovered right next to your ear. 
“Well personally, I think it’s hot that my little slut wants to get spanked with my tambo,” Josh said, in a deep voice that made your breath catch in your chest. 
He pulled back slowly and gave you a small smirk as your eyes settled back on him. You let out a breath that you were holding feeling relieved Josh had put two and two together. 
“You do?” you asked, chewing on your bottom lip. 
“Of course, I do,” Josh said, taking his hand away from your chin and resting it on top of your shoulder.
“You don’t think it’s weird?” you asked him, narrowing your eyes. 
Josh smiled and shook his head. “Of course not. You know I’d never judge you…in fact, I think it could be fun,” Josh said, giving you a playful smirk. 
Josh was right, in your year of being together there was never something he shot down or wasn’t up for you. Getting spanked with an object that wasn’t his own hand wasn’t anything out of the blue to the two of you. 
“Yeah?” you asked, smiling as you bit your lower lip, turning your head down to look up at Josh through your lashes. 
“Mhm,” Josh hummed, taking his hand to cup the side of your face. He took a step forward and swiped his thumb across your lower lip making you part it open for him. Josh let out an approving hum and slowly pushed his thumb into your mouth, your lips instinctively wrapping around it. You swiped your tongue over the pad of his finger making him curse. 
“Fuck,” Josh said, tilting his brows upright and scrunching them together while his mouth formed into an o shape. Josh slightly pushed his thumb further into the back of your throat and you pushed back a gag that was threatening your throat.  
“Fucking filthy girl,” Josh said, drawing his thumb out of your mouth, a string of saliva following it and landing on your chin. 
“Next to the couch. On your knees now,” Josh said, sternly.  
You didn’t have to be told twice. You nodded and quickly walked around to the front of the couch and dropped to your knees. Josh came around and stopped in front of you, drinking in the sight of you sinking down in front of him, just waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Josh’s crotch was right in front of your face and your eyes traveled down to his center where you could see him now fully hard, straining against the fabric of his jumpsuit. 
“Uh- uh,” Josh said, taking your chin in his hand and tilting it up. “Eyes up here.” 
“But Joshy,” you said, whining. 
You instantly regretted talking back to him as you felt his hand connect with the side of your cheek. 
“Excuse me,” Josh said, clenching his jaw and he peered down at you. 
“I’m sorry,” you said, looking down at the floor. 
“Sorry what?”
“Sorry sir,” you said, taking your eyes off the floor to meet his eyes again. 
“That’s better,” Josh said with a small smirk, beginning to pull the rest of his jumpsuit down. As he pulled his jumpsuit past his hips, his cock sprang free, smacking against the skin of his lower stomach, the tip of it glistening as his arousal leaked from the tip. You bit your lower lip as you felt your mouth start to water as you set eyes on it. You reached your hand forward to grasp it but instantly pulled it back after not hearing him give you permission. 
Josh clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You know better than that. Hands behind your back and don’t expect me to be so forgiving next time,” he said, tapping the side of your cheek. 
“Yes sir,” you said, looking up at him and you moved your hands to rest behind your back. Josh reached down and freed himself fully from the jumpsuit, throwing it over his shoulder haphazardly. 
You watched him bite his lip and one of his hands came down to grasp around his cock. He slowly began to pump himself, looking down at you biting his lip and then pulling in a breath through parted lips. 
You knew he was showing off for you, teasing you knowing you were unable to do anything. Your legs instinctively clenched together at the sight of him as he picked up his pace making him let out a soft moan as his brows tilted upright in pleasure. Josh looked down at your legs, noticing the small shift as you pushed them together and still his movements. You felt yourself hold your breath knowing you were in deep shit. 
Josh glared down at you and clenched his jaw. Josh leaned forward and roughly grabbed your face, his thumb and index finger gripping at the hollow parts of your cheeks. 
“You know better than that. Open. Your. Fucking. Legs,” Josh growled.  
You nodded quickly, your cheeks aching feeling his fingers dig into the skin. You parted your legs for him and as you did, the dress you were wearing slid up exposing the tops of your thighs. 
“Good fucking girl,” Josh said, moving closer to whisper into your ear. He pulled his face back, so it was in front of yours. “Open,” Josh said, squeezing your cheeks forcing you to open your jaw. 
You opened your mouth for him and stuck your tongue out for him, teasingly. Josh smirked and you watched as a string of saliva dropped from his lips and landed on the flat of your tongue. His hand that was gripping your face moved over so his thumb now rested on your tongue as he began to slide his spit around. Josh let out a groan, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as you slowly wrapped your lips around his thumb to suck on it. 
He withdrew his thumb from your mouth and then grabbed the head of his cock and began to rub it over your bottom lip. You looked up at him from under your lashes, your doe eyes softening while you silently begged for him to push into your mouth. 
You parted your lips and stuck out your tongue giving a small kitten lick over his head. Josh let out a hum and rubbed his head over your tongue, coating it in your saliva. 
You moved your mouth to the side of it, sliding further down as you began to lick the underside of his shaft before taking one of his balls in your mouth and sucking on it softly, making him let out a deep moan from his chest. 
You pulled your head back, licking from the shaft all the way up to the tip, wrapping your lips around him and taking him into your mouth. 
Josh dropped his hand that was holding himself out for you as a moan escaped him, his head rolling back in pleasure as you began to pick up a soft rhythm. 
You looked up at him from under your lashes, watching his face scrunch in pleasure. He met your eye, biting his bottom lip while he placed a loose hand on the back of your head, gently guiding you around his cock. 
You picked up your rhythm, flicking your tongue over his tip while you plunged yourself down on him, holding back a gag that threatened your throat as you fully sunk down on him. 
“Fuck, mama, right fucking there,” Josh moaned, as he threw his head back. You could see his jaw clench and his adam's apple bob in his throat. 
Tears sprung to your eyes as you tried your best to stay sunk on him, but you eventually had to pull back to get some air as your lungs began to burn in your chest. 
Josh’s moans made that familiar tingling sensation appear in the pit of your stomach and you began to feel the pool of wetness forming in your panties. 
You felt yourself clench around nothing and you looked up to see Josh lowering his head to meet your eyes. His hand that was resting on the back of your head, grabbed a bundle of your hair and he slowly started to rock his hip into your mouth. 
Josh’s mouth was parted, and his chest rose and fell with each shaking breath he pulled in. Beads of sweat had now formed along his temples and top of his cheeks were now flushed pink. 
You instinctively pulled your legs together, trying to gain any sort of friction you could get to relieve the ache growing in your core. 
You immediately knew you were fucked seeing Josh’s eyes quickly flick down to your legs and then back to your face. He stilled his movements, narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw, this time not being pleasure but anger.
Josh’s grip on your hair grew tighter as he forcefully yanked you up, your neck instantly protesting against the action.
Josh took your wrists in his and threw you into the couch, leaving your cheek collided with the back of it. Josh’s grip on your hair and wrists tightened and you felt tears spring to your eyes feeling the skin on your wrists started to burn. 
You felt Josh’s chest come flush with your back as he leaned over, his lips beside your ear. “I thought I fucking told you to keep your legs open,” Josh said, with a growl. 
You closed your eyes and quickly nodded against the couch. 
“Uh-uh,” Josh said, and you felt a sharp smack against your ass, as your dress had ridden up from being thrown around and now exposed your bare flesh. “Use your words mama or you get nothing. Now didn't I tell you to keep your legs open? Yes, or no?”
“Yes, you did sir,” you said, taking a quick look over your shoulder to see one of Josh’s knees propped up on the cushion as he leaned over you. 
“Then why did you close them huh?” Josh asked, leaning himself further forward to press his nose against the shell of your ear. 
“I don’t know sir,” you said whining, feeling Josh’s unforgiving grip becoming tighter at the base of your head. 
“Yes, you do. It’s because you’re a desperate little slut and wanted some relief on your little cunt huh?” Josh said, pressing his hips against your ass.
You let out a moan as you instinctively pushed yourself back on him, feeling his hard on the bare skin of your exposed flesh. Josh pulled his face away from your ear and let out a hiss, feeling you push back against him. 
“Tell me mama, are you a desperate little slut?” Josh asked, unwrapping his hands from your wrists to grab a handful of your ass. You let out a strangled whimper, feeling his fingers dig into your flesh, surely leaving bruises. 
Josh’s hand then flew down and collided with your bare skin making you close your eyes and flinch slightly at the sudden contact. 
Josh clicked his tongue against his teeth, massaging over the area with the palm of his hand. “Ah, now I asked you a question. Are you a desperate little slut?” 
“Yes, sir,” you said, nodding quickly against the couch. 
“Uh-uh, tell me,” Josh said, as he mindlessly rubbed across your curves with the flat of his palm. 
You watched from your peripheral as Josh’s left knee came off of the couch. You then inhaled a gasp feeling his other leg come between your legs and nudge right up against your core. 
“Tell me,” Josh growled, pressing his knee harder against your clit. 
“Yes, fuck-“ you moaned, feeling your eyes start to roll back upon the feeling. “I’m a desperate little slut sir,” you whimpered pathetically into the couch. 
Josh let out an approving hum and let go of the death grip he had on your hair. He gently brushed away a few strands of hair that covered your face. To anyone else, it may have been a small gesture but for the two of you it was a quick reminder that it was still just him you were talking to. 
Josh’s hand moved from your cheek down to the top of your shoulder, his fingertips danced ever so gently along the dips and curves of your body. You felt his hand trace along your skin with an open palm, making you subconsciously arch your back further for him. The sudden tilt of your hips caused the edge of your clit to catch on the side of Josh’s knee, making a small moan escape you. 
Josh let out a small chuckle and you felt him move his leg back from between your legs, so it was just out of reach. You let out a pathetic moan, feeling the sudden loss of contact. 
Josh leaned forward once more; his chest pressed up against your back and his nose pressed into the soft shell under your ear. You felt him take a deep inhale, his lips ghosting across your neck making goosebumps form across your entire body. 
“And tell me mama, do good little sluts listen and do as they’re told?” Josh said, now pressing small kisses to your neck, making you bite your lip.
“Yes sir,” you said in a breathless whisper, finally feeling his lips make contact with your skin. 
Josh stopped his kisses and you felt him hook his arm around you to grip at your throat, making you gasp. His thumb and pointer finger squeeze at the sides of your neck as you felt him forcefully pull you up making your back hit his bare chest. 
“So then tell me why you decided not to fucking listen?” Josh asked, growling into your ear. 
You shuddered upon hearing his stern tone with you and you instantly started to shake your head. 
“I-I’m sorry sir,” you managed to squeak out, feeling your airway start to constrict from Josh pressing harder around your neck. 
“Now tell me,” Josh said, grazing the tip of his nose along your neck. “Did I give you permission to close your legs?” Josh asked, peppering your neck with soft kisses. 
Your mouth fell open and you let your head fall back to rest on his shoulder. Josh’s other hand that wasn’t attached to your neck, reached under your dress, and began to trace small circles against your stomach. 
“No sir,” you said in a shuddering breath, feeling the spring-like sensation start to coil in your core. Josh’s hands trailed down to your lower stomach and his fingers began to dance along the edge of your panties, teasing you. 
“Fuck,” you said in a whisper as the tip of his finger grazed under the elastic band. You forced yourself not to roll your hips back against him as you felt his hardening length push against you. 
Just as he was about to swipe a finger over your aching clit, he took his hand out of your panties and smacked his hand down on your core. 
You flinched and sucked in a gasp at the sudden feeling of Josh’s palm against your clit. You instantly fell forward but Josh’s hands caught you and wrapped around your middle to still you. You hear Josh chuckle as his nose pressed into the shell of your ear. 
“Then why the fuck did your close your legs then huh?” Josh asked, nipping at the skin just below your ear. 
“I don’t know sir,” you said, sucking in a hiss. 
“Mmm,” Josh moaned. “You don’t know? Really? I think we both know that your pathetic little cunt just wanted some attention, isn’t that, right?” Josh asked, his fingertips came down to tease along the edge of your panties. 
“Y-yes sir,” you moaned out, your jaw becoming slack. 
Josh teased his fingertips around your clit but never one touched the bundle of nerves that aching and deprived of his touch. 
“Josh please,” you moaned, throwing your head back and bucking your hips up into his hand. 
Josh instantly took his hand out from your panties and threw your body forward once more, so you collided with the back of the couch. This time your hands were free, and you were able to soften the blow by pressing your palms to the back of the couch. 
You gripped the couch and let out a small yelp, suddenly feeling Josh’s hand crack down on your ass. 
“If you were a good girl and listened you would be cumming around my cock as we speak but you just had to be a brat,” Josh tsk’d, running a soothing hand over your skin. 
“And you know what happens when brats don’t do what they’re told huh?” Josh asked in a low, raspy voice. 
You bit your bottom lip and nodded, peeking over your shoulder to see Josh’s staring at you with half lidded eyes. Josh raked his teeth over his bottom lip and a small smirk formed on his face, exposing the dimple on the side of his cheek. 
“Yeah, you know. Little brats get punished when they don’t listen…and you didn’t listen. Do you think you need to be punished?” Josh cooed in a way that sounded almost cocky as he started to playfully taunt you. 
“Yes sir, I need to be punished- you need to punish me,” you said, arching your back for him. 
You watched Josh’s eyes flicked down from your face to your ass that was on full display for him. He let out an approving hum and moved his hand to the side of your hip, gripping a handful of the muscle around it. 
His demeanor instantly switched and you saw his brow crease and jaw clench. Your body shuddered knowing you were in for it and Josh wasn’t going to hold back on you tonight. Your body started to tingle as the excitement and anticipation kicked in. 
“Hands behind your back. Don’t you fucking move. Do you understand?” Josh asked harsly
“Yes sir, I understand,” you said, folding your hands over each other to lock them behind your back. 
Josh’s face moved away from your peripheral and you heard the sound of his footsteps on the floor as he walked around the room. You didn’t dare to move a muscle, but you let your eyes wander around the room, tracking his possible whereabouts. 
You heard distant shuffling from a corner of the room as Josh seemed to dig through various items. The sudden jingle of small cymbals then filled the room making your whole-body freeze and small hairs that covered your body stood on their ends. 
The light patter of Josh’s footsteps filled the room as you felt his presence draw near. Your cheek was still flush with the couch, and you saw him step to the side of you with a tambo in his hand. Your mouth parted and you sucked in a quick breath. 
A smirk pulled on the corner Josh’s lip watching the state of shock cover your face. Josh set the tambourine to the side of your leg, placing it against the couch, the tiny cymbals rattling against each other. 
“Why do you look surprised, baby? You didn’t think I was going to follow through?” Josh asked, tracing a feather like touch down the length of your arm.
Josh leaned forward and placed a small kiss to the side of your cheek, nudging his nose against the shell of your ear. 
“Is this still something you want mama?” Josh asked, his tone now becoming soft and sweet as his demeanor dropped, checking in with you. 
“Yes Josh,” you muttered meeting his kind brown eyes. He gave you a warm smile, exposing the tiny gap between his front teeth. 
Josh brushed the loose hair away from your face and placed a chaste kiss upon your lips. You found yourself instantly melting into him, feeling his lips on yours for the first time tonight. You tried to linger in it as much as you could, knowing this sweet moment would soon be forgotten. 
Josh pulled away from you and straightened his body up. The dress that you were wearing hung loosely around your middle exposing the back of your thighs and the bottom of your panties. Josh grabbed the hem of your dress and bunched it up in his hands, sliding the soft fabric up your body to sit just below your hands. 
“You remember your safe words now don’t you baby?” Josh asked, while massaging the area on your lower back. 
“Yes, I remember,” you said breathlessly. 
“Yeah? Tell me then. What’s the word for when it feels fucking good?” Josh asked, leaning over to place a soft kiss on your shoulder. 
“Gold,” you said, feeling your body tremble under his touch. 
“Good girl. And what about if you want me to stop?” Josh hummed, gripping at the ample muscle of your ass.
“Red,” you said, pushing your hips back against his hand. 
Josh let out a tsk and gripped harder at the skin of your ass, without a doubt leaving small bruises. 
“What did I fucking say? Don’t move,” Josh growled. 
You saw his frame come into view, leaning over to pick up the tambourine that was resting on the couch beside you. You sucked in a breath, feeling the cool wood of it graze over the back of your thighs. 
“Is this, okay?” Josh asked, in a gentle tone. 
“Yes,” you said in a voice that was barely audible.
The edge of the tambo traced along your thighs making you shudder at the cool sensation of the wood. Josh traced it higher and went to move down your other leg but stopped, pressing the edge of it right over your clit. 
“Fuck,” you moaned, gripping your wrist with one of your hands feeling your clit throb under the touch. You looked back to see Josh’s with his mouth hung open, his bottom lip glistening from the faint coat of saliva on top of it. His brows were knitted together in a way that made it look like he was in pain but you both knew it was out of pure lust and pleasure. 
Josh continued his pathway, drawing the wood over your skin and down the back of your other leg. Your body stiffened ever so as he pulled away the wood and placed an open palm on your left ass cheek, rubbing small circles on the meaty flesh. 
“I’m going to start out slow, okay? Just a little test run to see how it feels,” Josh said, mindlessly tracing patterns against your skin.
“Okay,” you whispered, arching your back for him hoping it would allow him to have more access to your skin. 
You felt your body stiffen and you sucked in a breath, awaiting the feeling of the tambo to come in contact with your skin. Josh must’ve noticed because he placed a gentle hand between your shoulder blades and reminded you to breathe. 
You nodded against the couch and took in a deep inhale and slowly let it out, feeling your whole-body slump forward into the couch. 
“There you go,” Josh said, pulling his hand away from you. “Just remember to breathe in between and you’ll be okay. Ready mama?” 
You nodded and instantly you felt the edge of the wood crack against your ass and the sound of the cymbal hit together filled the room. You let out a small yelp at the feeling but then frowned. It wasn’t quite what you were expecting. 
The full edge of the tambo didn’t elicit the feeling you had been hoping for. Instead, it felt like something hard had been thrown at you, leaving your skin to ache and instantly form a bruise. 
Josh looked over at your face and saw the expression written on it. His face contorted as he too furrowed his brows together. 
“What’s wrong?” Josh asked. 
You pushed yourself forward onto the couch and lifted your head to look at him. You shook your head and raised your shoulders as you gave him a small shrug. 
“It-it didn’t do anything?” you said letting out a small huff. 
“What do you mean?” Josh asked, tilting his head to the side, trying to read you. 
“I mean yeah it hurt, but it didn’t give me the feeling I was hoping for. Like when you spank me it-“
“You like when it stings huh?” Josh said, a small smirk formed across his face. You could practically see his pupils dilate and your eyes wandered down, his fully erect cock twitched. 
“Yes sir,” you said, biting your bottom lip, watching his tip leak with pre cum. You felt your core throb while you surely started to leak through your panties. 
“Well, we can take care of that,” Josh said and in an instant, you watched him raise his leg, balancing it on the edge of the couch. He slammed the tambourine down on the top of his knee, cracking it clean in half. 
Your brain didn’t have time to process anything that just happened, but your eyes grew wide watching Josh throw the other half of his tambourine across the room. 
“W-what are you doing?” you asked, a deep frown formed on your face. 
“Don’t worry mama, I’m going to give you just what you need,” Josh said, smirking while he took half of the tambo in his hand and twirled it around, so it was now curved inward and laid flat like a paddle. He grasped the bottom of it and smacked the flat part against his hand a couple of times. 
“Oh,” you said as you felt your body flutter with anticipation. 
“Mhm,” Josh hummed, looking at you with half lidded eyes. 
“But what about the tiny cymbals?” you asked, biting the inside of your cheek. 
“What about them?” Josh asked, raising his eyebrows as he spun one of them around. 
“Well won’t it hurt- like won’t it cut me?” you asked, frowning. 
Josh smirked and leaned forward pressing his nose against the crook of your neck. 
“Isn’t that the fun part?” Josh asked, nipping the skin of your neck. You let out a moan and instinctively bit your bottom lip. Josh sat up and grabbed a handful of your ass.
“Like I said, we’ll go slow- a little practice run,” Josh said, squeezing at your flesh. 
“Okay,” you whispered. 
“Ready?” Josh asked. 
You nodded and felt the smack of the wood hit against your skin. You let out a moan and bit the fabric of the couch as you cried out. It was finally the feeling you had been chasing. The wood against your skin and the feeling of the cymbals cut into your skin gave you the sting you had been looking forward to. 
“Fuck,” you moaned, tightening the grasps of your hands around your arms. Josh ran a hand over the area as he soothed it with small circles.
“Yeah? Give me a color mama,” Josh said. 
“Gold, fucking gold,” you moaned, fully arched your back and pressing your chest against the couch. 
“Yeah, you want more mama?” Josh asked letting out an amused hum while running the flat off the wood up your inner thigh. You shuddered as you felt him inch it closer and closer to your core. Before he reached it, he pulled it away making you let out a whimper. 
“Please,” you said, in a muffled moan, into the couch. 
“Please what?” Josh asked, taking a fistful of your hair, pulling on it so your neck craned up. 
“Please sir, give me more,” you said as pure lust dripped from your lips. Josh let go of your hair, making you fall forward against the couch. 
“We’re going to count to 10,” Josh said and in an instant, you felt the wood crack against your skin and the jingle of the cymbals as they rattled against each other. 
You let out a deep moan from the back of your throat biting against the fabric of the couch, feeling the sting of it against your skin. The pain took your breath away but made your core ache as your body tingled with pleasure. 
“Tell me the number,” Josh said, grinning the flesh of your ass causing you to whimper as he dug into the broken skin. 
“One,” you said, turning your head to the side to free your mouth of the fabric. 
“Good,” Josh said and then immediately cracked the wood against your other cheek. 
You yelped and clenched your eyes shut, feeling tears prick the corners of them. You clenched your jaw together, sucking in a hiss at the feeling of your skin being broken. 
“Two,” you said through gritted teeth. 
Instantly another blow came to your behind making you let out a groan at the feeling of the wood hitting your sensitive skin. You were sure there were red marks being left against your skin that would turn purple and blue as they bruised, leaving you with a reminder in the morning. 
“Fuck three!” you spat out, as you crossed your ankles. 
Josh repeatedly hit the tambourine against your skin over and over again until your ass was raw, and your throat became hoarse as you cried out numbers for him.
“Fuck seven! Please Joshy! Harder!” you moaned, feeling tears roll down your cheeks. 
You tensed your body up expecting another blow for him. You turned your head to the side as the moment lingered and you didn’t feel the sudden smack against your skin. 
Josh was staring back at you, his face written in concern. His brows were knitted together, and he tilted his head down to further catch your eyes. 
“Are you sure? I feel like I’m just hurting you,” Josh said in a pained voice. 
“No, I promise Joshy I like it,” you said, sucking in an inhale, trying to catch your breath. 
Josh pulled his face to the side, scrunching it together. His eyes dropped down to your ass, and you watched him graze his teeth over his bottom lip, admiring his work. 
“Color now,” Josh said, clenching his jaw together so you could see the muscles flex. 
“Gold.”
Josh let out another relentless blow onto you and this time you couldn’t even draw out a moan, feeling your breath catch in your chest. You dug your nails into the sides of your arms, breaking the skin as you tried to grasp onto anything you could to steady yourself. 
“Eight,” you said in a whisper. “Josh please, I said harder,” you said, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen wind tighter together. 
“You filthy fucking slut, I bet your pretty little cunt is dripping, isn’t it? You should be ashamed of how much this turns you on,” Josh said in a sultry voice that dripped with desire. 
Before you could respond you felt him send another ruthless blow into your raw skin, making your whole-body jolt forward. You let out an audible sob, bitting into the fabric of the couch, breaking it with your teeth. Your whole body shuddered as you drew in shaky breaths. Hot tears continued to roll down your cheeks and you sniffled feeling your nose start to run. 
Josh’s hand came to gently rest on your behind but the small contact of it made you flinch as your skin burned. 
“Number mama,” Josh said, placing small gentle kisses along the delicate skin of your ass. 
“N-nine,” you stuttered in between sobs. 
“You’re doing so good mama, only one more. I’m so proud of you, you’re taking it so well,” Josh said in a string of praise. 
Josh’s praise was just what you needed to hear and left you feeling reassured. You readjusted your body, preparing for the final blow. Josh’s hand pulled away from your ass and you heard the wood whistle through the air as it finally landed on you one last time. 
This time all you did was suck in a breath and focus on your breathing. You unclenched your aching jaw that had hold of the fabric and let your head fall forward against it. 
“Ten,” you said, in a low gravelly voice. 
You heard the sound of the tambourine drop against the floor and instantly were swept into Josh’s arms as he picked you up and gently set you on his lap, being mindful of the tender skin on your ass. 
You were now straddling him, your hands pressed against his chest while he cupped your jaw, raising your head so you met his eye.
His once blown out pupils were now returned to their normal state and the small flecks of amber were highlighted in his brown eyes. His face softened and he used his thumb to brush away a tear that fell down your face. 
“Are you okay mama?” he asked, in a soft voice, leaning his forward to rest his forehead against yours. You let out a sigh and melted yourself forward against him, removing one of your hands from his chest to weave into the strands of his hair. You gently raked your nails over his scalp making a small hum roll off his lips. 
“Yes, I’m okay baby,” you said, placing a soft kiss to his lips. His hands that were stilled on the top of your hips, gripped harder against them as he moaned into your kiss. 
Josh pulled away leaving only a few inches of space between the two of you. 
“You promise? I didn’t go too hard on you, did I?” Josh asked, tucking loose strands of hair that had fallen behind your ear. 
You quickly shook your head and gave him a reassuring smile. 
“I promise. There was nothing that you did that I didn’t want,” you said, rolling your hips on him, feeling his erection against the inside of your thigh. 
“Good, because now I want to take care of you,” Josh said, rolling his hips up to meet yours. 
He reattached his mouth to you, his kisses now harsh and hungry as the two of you ached to feel one another. You both rolled your hips against each other picking up a steady rhythm.
Josh’s tongue swiped over your bottom lip, and you gladly accepted it but parting your mouth open for him. Your tongues swirled around together in each other's mouths as the two of you began to tug and knead into each other's skin. 
Your hand that was resting on his chest now grasped against his bare chest while you dug your nails into the muscle. Your other hand pulled on his hair loosening his curls to create an unruly mess of hair. Josh’s hands dug into your hips, gripping them and rolled your hips forward to meet his. 
You let out a moan, feeling the tip of his cock rub against your aching clit. Josh moved his arm to your lower back and lifted you up and gently laid you down onto the couch, not taking his lips away from yours. 
With this new position, Josh crawled between your legs, holding himself up on the armrest of the couch. You let out a deep moan feeling him nudge his hips against you making you buck yours up against him in response. 
Josh removed his mouth from yours and with his other hand, ran the tip of his finger over the fabric of your panties right on your clit. Your jaw fell slack and you rolled your hips against the pad of his finger. 
“Josh please,” you moaned, looking down to watch his finger tease against you. Josh’s famous smirk appeared. 
Josh looped his fingers into the side of your panties and started to pull them down. You lifted your hips off the couch, allowing Josh to fully free you of your panties. He flung them off to the side and grabbed the bottom of your dress, making you sit up as he pulled the fabric off of you. 
He attached his lips to the side of your neck, attacking it with open mouth kisses. You moaned feeling him suck at that sensitive spot right where your neck met your shoulder. His tongue kicked over the area to soothe the mark he left on your skin. 
Josh’s hand came to rest on your hips, placing a soft kiss against your lips once more. He let his forehead rest against yours as his eyes flicked down to where his hard cock rested up against your thigh. 
Josh took his hand up to his mouth, licking the pads of his fingers before he brought his hand down and began to rub slow circles against your clit. You let out a relieved moan upon feeling his fingers dance over your aching clit that had been left throbbing for him. 
Josh worked his fingers against you slowly, not trying to rush the process, guiding you down the path of pure ecstasy and pleasure. 
His mouth reattached to your neck and he breathed against your skin while trailing small open mouth kisses against you. Your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, finding yourself starting to dance on the edge of your orgasm. You bit your lip trying to stifle a moan that was threatening to escape you. 
Josh pulled his hand away from your clit making you whimper and let out a string of curses. 
“Josh pleased,” you pleaded, aimlessly bucked your hips up trying to search for something to grind against to retrieve the lost sensation. 
Josh let out a chuckle into the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin before bringing his finger back down between your legs. 
This time you felt his middle finger rub circles around your entrance, spreading around your pooled arousal. 
“Mmm, all of this for me baby?” Josh asked lifting his head from your neck to look up at you with lust ridden eyes. 
You bit your lip and nodded; your brows tilted upward feeling Josh slide his middle finger into you. You clenched around him letting out a soft moan while he slowly began to pump into you. 
Josh let out a moan himself at the feeling of you gripping around his fingers. He started to roll his hips against you, his erection now rubbing against your inner thigh. 
Josh slowly worked his fingers in you, winding up the coil that sprung deep inside you. The pad of his finger brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you, eliciting a deep moan from you. He slowly pulled his finger out of you making you whine but you soon felt relief at the feeling of his other finger plunge into you. 
This time Josh quickly worked his fingers into you, not holding you back for a second while you found yourself quickly approaching your orgasm. The sound of your wetness could be heard each time Josh flicked his fingers in and out of you. 
Your brows furrowed together, and you closed your eyes as swirls of colors began to dance behind your eyes.  
“Fuck Josh, I’m gonna cum, you said, grasping his upper arm and squeezed your legs around him. 
“I know baby,” Josh said, resting his now damn forehead against yours. “Cum for me.”
You instantly felt yourself release around his fingers and you felt your whole body shake while a loud moan escaped from the depths of your chest. Your head fell forward, and your hands gripped ruthlessly against his arm as the coil snapped deep inside of you. 
“That’s its baby,” Josh said softly pressing his nose into the side of your cheek. 
Your chest quickly rose and fell as you gasped for air. Josh’s fingers still inside you while you rode out the end of your orgasm. Josh placed a small kiss to the side of your head, withdrawing his fingers from you. 
Josh pushed himself up and sat back on his heels in between your legs. He brought his fingers that were coated in your arousal up to his lips and sucked you off his fingers making him throw his head back and moan upon tasting you off his fingers.  
“Fuck you always taste so good,” Josh said, leaning forward and running his hand against the inside of your thigh. 
He positioned himself back against you and you felt the tip of his cock rub against your clit making you squirm from the overstimulation. 
“You think you can handle a little more?” Josh asked, placing a kiss on the swell of your breast. 
“Yes,” you said, bucking your hips up against him in response. 
You watched him lean back up and hold himself in his hand, rubbing the head of himself against you. His brows knit together as he licked his bottom lip watching himself get covered in your slick. 
Josh teased himself around you before taking himself to your entrance and slowly dipping himself into you. You arched your back and your eyes rolled back at the feeling of him stretching you out. 
“Fuck,” Josh cursed, falling forward and placing his hand on the armrest to hold himself up. His other hand came to grip at your hip as he slowly started to roll his hips into you. 
Your hand gripped at his shoulder as he started to pick up a steady pace. You bit your bottom lip feeling him start to rub over the spot deep inside of you, causing you to clench around him. 
You looked up at him to see him watching you and he let out a groan at the feeling of you squeezing around his dick. A thin layer of sweat now coated his face and upper lip as he worked himself into you. 
He moved his hand that was holding himself up on the couch and moved it under your neck, holding you against him. His pace quickened while he relentlessly started to pound into you. Deep grunts were pulled from him as he repeatedly snapped his hips into you. 
You screamed his name and dug your nails into his shoulders feeling yourself squeeze around him as he began to pull a second orgasm from you. 
“Josh fuck, you’re going to make me cum again,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut and letting your head fall against his shoulder. The room was filled with the sound of your damp skin against each other as his hips hit against the back of your thighs. 
“Cum for me baby,” Josh said, releasing the grip he had on your hip, bringing it down in between you as he started to rub slow circles against your clit with the pad of his thumb. 
“Oh fuck,” you moaned, biting into the flesh of his shoulder. You felt the muscles in your stomach tighten and your whole body contracted in as Josh pulled a second orgasm from you. Your voice was now hoarse as you screamed his name. 
“There you go baby,” Josh said, cradling your body against him. The rhythm of hips began to falter, and he fell against you as his own orgasm overtook him. You felt his cock twitch from inside you, feeling his warm spurts fill you up, covering your walls. 
Your bodies were coated in sweat and the two of you were breathing heavy as you floated back down from your climax. Josh pulled his arm out from behind your head and brushed away your hair that clung to the sides of your face and neck. 
He leaned forward and placed a kiss onto your lips, making the two of you groan. He pulled away and looked down at you and smiled, the tops of his cheeks were tinted a light pink.
“You okay mama?” he asked, noticing the dead expression on your face. 
“Yeah,” you said, smiling while you closed your eyes, feeling the effects of your post orgasm haze set in. 
Josh let out a chuckle and picked you up, still inside of you as he walked over the vanity and set yourself down on it. He then withdrew himself making the two of you suck in a hiss while he placed a kiss onto your shoulder. 
You smiled up at him and brushed away the hair that clung to his forehead. His eyes moved away from your face to look over your shoulder. You followed his gaze, turning your neck to see both of your reflections in the mirror. 
Your eyes moved down to where he was looking, and you sucked in a gasp seeing the marks left on your ass. Deep shades of purple covered your skin along with red welts from where the tiny cymbals cut into your skin. 
“I’m sorry mama,” Josh said, rubbing his hand over your thigh. 
“It’s okay,” you said, turning your head back to face him. You gave him a reassuring smile which he returned. He reached over and grabbed a towel that was sitting on the vanity and started to clean both of you up. 
You heard him let out a chuckle and your eyes immediately flashed up as your brows knit together. 
“What’s so funny?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. 
“Nothing, I just thought it would be funny if I bought you one of those pillows that people use when they break their tailbone,” Josh said, laughing. 
“Oh, shut up,” you said, playfully hitting his arm. 
“What! I’m just saying it might help,” Josh said, holding his hands up in his defense. 
“Yeah yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes. 
Josh threw the towel across the room and stepped forward, resting his palms on the tops of your thighs. 
“You know I love you right,” Josh said, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. 
“I know, I love you too Joshy.” 
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Matchmaker - pt. 2 (Rolan x Tav)
part 1 part 3
On your way to Ramazith tower you were nervous. Lia had invited you over saying they were going to celebrate Rolan learning a new spell.
Gale had offered to join you and you thought Rolan could be thankful for someone, who doesn't beat him up, to help him with learning new spells, so you agreed.
You found Gale waiting for you in front of the tower and went inside together.
When you got through the portal to the top floor of the tower you saw Lia running towards you with Cal following behind her.
"You're here!", Lia said and pulled you into a hug. While she was hugging you she saw Gale who stepped through the portal after you. "Oh.. you're here, too."
She seemed disappointed, that you brough Gale with you and for a second you thought about wether Gale had done something wrong in the past.
"That's good, I need your help with something in the store. Come.", she continued in a more cheerful tone. Maybe you just imagined her being disappointed. "Rolan is reading somewhere in here, you should go find him!"
Both Lia and Gale, who she pulled with her, disappeared back through the portal and Cal followed behind them.
With that you stood there by yourself. Seems like you had to look for Rolan.
The tower was still as impressive as the last time you were here, you just didn't have much time to admire it last time. The high bookshelves with so many books you couldn't even all read in a lifetime impressed you. You were glad Rolan was able to learn as much as he wanted to now, without fearing the abuse of his former mentor.
Looking down to the many other floors you were wondering where Rolan was. You couldn't spot him anywhere in the tower and you noticed the doors leading to the balkony.
When you stepped outside you walked around the tower and you noticed him leaning against the railing, book in his hand but he was deep in thought and staring into the distance.
His back was turned to you so you couldn't see his face, yet his body language told you he was relaxed. You were just standing there for a few moments just looking at him, before you walked over to him and leaned next to him. He looked over at you and you saw the surprise in his eyes.
"Oh, I wasn't expecting you here.", he said and straightened his body. You hadn't noticed how tall he was before, just now that you were standing right next to him.
"You weren't? Lia invited me to celebrate the new spell you learned, so I thought you'd expect me here.", you responded confused.
He looked at you in disbelieve for a second.
"Oh, right. I totally forgot about that as I am already busy learning the next one.", he laughed awkwardly.
"Of course. I still wanted to congratulate you, it seems like you are doing well."
"Well thanks to you. You had to save my ass 3 times in order for that to happen."
He avoided your gaze, leaning back on the railing again and looking around.
"Seeing you here now was definitely worth it, I'd do it again.", you said and you meant it. You enjoyed seeing him look happy, with his siblings safe and more books he could ever study.
"Thank you, really. If you ever need any help, I'll gladly offer it. Anything.", he said, now turning to you and looking at you with a serious expression.
"I will keep it in mind." You looked up at him with a smile on your face. "It's nice to see your face without any bruises on them."
You noticed a thin scar just below his lower lip. It was just slightly darker than his skintone and drew your attention to his lips. Just a second later you found your hand reaching for his face. You wanted to touch the small scar, hoping it would fade with your touch.
His eyes were wide and he looked at your hand, that was so close to touching him.
You pulled it back quickly once you realized. Both of you awkwardly looking away, not sure what to say.
"Hellooo? Rolan? Tav? Where are you?", you heard Lia shout as she stepped through the portal.
"We are out here.", you shouted back.
Your face felt warm and you took a step away from Rolan, noticing how close you had been standing to him.
Lia stepped out on the balkony with Cal and Gale following close behind her.
She just had to take a look at the two of you to notice her plan was going to work. His skintone might conceal the blush, that was much more obvious on your skin but she knew her brother and she knew how he looked when he was flustered, which definitely was the case right now.
With a quick glance over at Cal she knew he had noticed too. They smiled at each other. Surely they were one step closer to their plan working out.
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