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dovedewdrop · 1 month

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Scratch My Back

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Joel Miller x reader

word count: 889

Summary: The tide is pulling you under, just like it has plenty of times before. Your husband helps you communicate.

A/N: I’ve been struggling with my mental health & looking after myself for a long, long time and I was getting myself all psyched up to get a shower but I didn’t end up getting in and decided to write this lil thing that I’ve been thinking about for a while! I hope you enjoy it and if anyone out there is reading this and is struggling too, just know that you are not alone and that if Joel Miller were real, he would scratch your back❤️

Also thank you so much for 100 followers🥹🫶🏻 really brightened up my spirits a lil bit💓

Warnings: No Outbreak. Depiction of poor mental health. Sadness. One big loving man (it’s Joel Miller) (Not a warning but I didn’t want it to seem all doom and gloom😅) No use of Y/N.

To Joel, it was just a Wednesday, your day off. To you, the ceiling was caving in. Before he left for work you were sound asleep, your thoughts at bay, laying still against the sand, he placed a gentle kiss to your temple before rolling out of bed. Now that you were awake your thoughts were thrashing against the cliffs, the mental whiplash you were facing ultimately draining your body of all its energy.

You watch the clock on the bedside table blink from one minute to the next. You thought about all if the things you should probably be doing; showering, tidying the house, preparing that home cooked meal you’d been promising your husband for over a week but all you could do was slip in and out of sleep, that was the safe option, the one that would keep you somewhat sane until he returned. You didn’t want to bother him, didn’t want to text him those three words because you knew he would stop everything for you, everything would be put on hold so that he could soothe you and you didn’t want to add that onto the ever-growing list of things to feel bad about. So you waited.

“Honey?” His voice reverberated off the walls, the sound of his gentle tone floated up the stairs. You didn’t have the energy to shout back, the sound of his boots hitting the wooden steps told you that it wouldn’t be long until he was by your side anyway. He took in the sight of the drawn curtains, the sight of you facing them, still in your t-shirt and underwear and you felt the bed dip behind you, the warmth of his body encompassing yours, his scent filling your scenes.

“Something happen?” A gentle kiss placed to your shoulder blade, the feeling of his lungs emptying and filling behind your back soothing you. You shook your head, allowing a silence to draw over you both as Joel’s arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you further back into the curve of his body. He was always so patient with you, so tender.

“Scratch my back.”

Scratch my back, a cry for help. A promise made between two lovers. A rule established when you’d first started dating. Joel knew that you struggled with your mental health, you’d opened up to some extent, brushing him off with a ‘I’m having a tough day but I’ll be ok x’ text in the beginning, even then he gave you your space.

One week in spring however, everything was not okay. He hadn’t heard from you in four days, no text and definitely no phone calls. At first he thought that this was your way of letting him know you were no longer interested and selfishly, he couldn’t let it end that way. So after days of mulling it over and chewing his bottom lip raw, he drove over to your apartment and that’s where he found you, dark circles engulfing your eyes, threatening to swallowing them whole, hair unwashed, apartment flooded in gloom.

He took a bath with you, washed your hair as best he could. The spring air still had a slight chill to it so he’d made sure your new set of pyjamas were on the radiator ready for bed and he laid with you in silence until you turned into his chest and he felt the wet of your tears seep into the fabric of his shirt.

“You don’t have to talk to me.” He pressed a kiss into your hairline. “I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to talk to me, I mean obviously you can, when you feel comfortable and ready to but there is something I want you to do for me baby,” another soft kiss. Your eyes travelled up his face to finally look him in his eyes, those soft brown eyes that made you fall in love with him in the first place. All you could do was give a small nod, you would do anything he asked. “I want you to come up with a word or a phrase,” he continued, “so that when things get bad and you don’t feel like you can talk about it…” he trailed off, his hands drawing shapes up and down the length of your spine.

“Like a safe word?” He let out a huff of air at that, a small smile adorning his face.

“Yeah, kinda like a safe word, so I know that you’re safe,” his palm came to rest on your cheek, thumb cupping your jaw, “up here,” and his fingers tapped gently on the side of your temple.

“Scratch my back,” It was soft, the way it came out, tears threatening to spill over, “because if you promise to scratch mine, i’ll always scratch yours.” You couldn’t stop the tears from falling then, the last thing you wanted was for Joel to see you like this and to become his burden, but the way he’d shown you such care and compassion made your head feel a little less foggy, you wanted to promise that you could do that in return, that it wouldn’t just be him constantly looking after you.

“Oh sweet angel.” Both of his hands were cupping your cheeks now, pressing a light kiss to your nose and then your lips.

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russellsppttemplates · 1 month

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hey! this is my first time requesting something so i’m not too sure what to ask for !

would love to see some oscar fluff tho 🥹🥹

Note: I'm happy you sent in a request, feel free to always share your ideas! 🫶 also, this was totally not written from personal experience 🙄

Tw: reader accidentally gets hurt

Dating an athlete meant that your holidays would often include adventurous plans like hikes and trails. For this afternoon, Oscar wanted to check out a hike near the beach where you could walk along the coastline.

"You don't have to go if you don't want, love", Oscar assured you as you put on your sports bra, "I want to, it's supposed to be very beautiful and it's a nice change of scenery from the pool", you smiled, getting your trainers, "these should be okay, right? I only have sandals and flip-flops and those are definitely not appropriate footwear", you reasoned, "yes, I don't think it will be slippery, more dusty I think", your boyfriend offered, grabbing his own trainers so he too could lace them and you could get going.

It started quite easily, the steps carved into the rocks from erosion clear and well limited, making you follow Oscar quite easy, "wow, look how blue the sea is!", he gasped as you reached a balcony like area looking out the coast line, waves hitting the rocks and turning into white foam.

"It says here the water line can go up and cover all of those rocks completely", you read on the wooden and metal informative plaque, pointing with your fingers, "Osc!", you squealed when you noticed he was taking a photo of you, "at least warn me first so I can sort myself out!".

"You look beautiful, love", he smiled, shoving his phone back in his pocket and circling his arms around your waist.

"I am sweaty and shiny from the suncream and my hair is all tangled from the wind", you pouted as you tamed down the little hairs that never seemed to lay flat unless they had a lot of product on them.

"You look lovely, believe me", he stole a quick kiss, "let's continue?", he urged, pulling you with him.

The trail started to shrink as the flat ground approached the line where the rock stopped and a couple of feet wrong and you'd be down in the rocky wall in no time, "can you hold my hand, please?", you murmured to Oscar, stretching your hand out while the other one was already grasping the safety steel railing chord, "here, I won't let go, I promise", your boyfriend assured as he laced your hand in his.

"We climbed all of this, so now we have to go down, be careful, okay?", he warned after you had taken a rest break to admire the view.

"It's fine, I'll be careful", you added, getting up and following him down. You didn't see one of the steps, so you went right over it, not measuring the distance properly and falling on your butt.

At the yelp you let out, Oscar was quick to turn around and help you, "are you okay, Y/N?", he asked, checking over any injuries, noticing a little cut on your thigh and a graze on your elbow.

"Just bumps and scratches - and a sore butt", you pouted, accepting his hand to be pulled up to a standing position, "can you walk all the way back or fo you want me to carry you?", he wondered, "I'm fine to walk", you smiled, kissing his cheek and carrying on.

As soon as you arrived back at the hotel, Oscar stopped by the reception to ask for a first aid kit, taking it with you to the room so he could help.

"I'm sorry it stings, love", he pouted, kissing your thigh to distract you as he made sure the wound was clean and disinfected, "but it's looking good", he kissed your thigh one last time before moving up to your arm, seeing you had already cleaned it, "I can't put the protective band-aid", you explained, having him help you with it too.

"We can stay here for a bit before you go to lunch, how does that sound?", he suggested as he pulled you to cuddle him, "that sounds good", you kissed his lips before making yourself comfy, "my clumsy girl", he kissed the top of your head.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#oscar piastri blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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oh-look-at-her · 8 days

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Wouldn't it be so nice to imagine me just sleeping in your bed? So peaceful, so pretty. Dreaming of the most disgusting shit you could imagine.

You'd feel my warm body lying next you, all vulnerable in my unconscious state. My soft skin just screaming out for you to touch it.

Come on, it's okay. I told you you're allowed to. Besides, I'm lying right there. All on display for you. It's not your fault that I decided to sleep in nothing but my underwear. I'm basically asking for it.

I move in my sleep and my ass grazes you just right. There's no way that wasn't on purpose, right? It'd be a shame if you didn't give me what I was so obviously asking for.

You turn me onto my back, me still completely oblivious of your cock growing harder by the second. You're kneeling over me now, admiring the way my nipples are hardening and my legs are slightly opened in front of you.

You push my panties to the side to reveal my pretty cunt, just waiting to be filled. It's so lonely, isn't it? The filthy dreams I've been having all night have certainly helped to work up my swollen clit and my pretty hole.

You tease my cunt, dragging the tip of your cock through my folds. I squirm a bit and I'm starting to wake up a bit. You notice and tell me it's just a dream. It's all just happening in my head. My dumb little brain is soothed by the words and goes right back to sleep.

Your precum is mixing with my arousal as you spread the tip of your dick over my folds, leaving my pussy bare and glistening just for you. You start to push in slowly and I squirm again. It just feels so good, baby.

You finally bottom out and I whimper in my sleep. You start slowly dragging your cock through the walls of my desperate cunt. God, it feels so good, doesn't it? Aren't you glad you're using me while I can't fight back or say no?

It feels too good and you start setting a brutal pace, thrusting into me and chasing your high. The tip of your cock hits my cervix and my eyes slowly start to open. I'm met with the sight of you fucking me. In my surprise, my pussy subconsciously tightens around you.

You groan and I start to struggle against you, though I can't hold in the soft whimpers of pleasure you're secreting from me. My nails scratch your chest and pull your hair in an effort to try to get you to stop, but it's no use.

My struggling turns you on to an insane degree, the pain of the hair pulling and the scratching combined with the warm feeling of my cunt around you pushing you over the edge. You cum inside me, breeding my hole and keeping it plugged up with your cum.

You apologize repeatedly now.

"I'm sorry baby, I had to."

"You just looked so good."

"Wanna put a baby inside you."

"Please, you're just so pretty."

"I couldn't help myself when you were asking for it."

"You just feel so good."

In the end, you make me watch back how you abused me in my sleep on the camera you had coincidentally set up at the foot of the bed

Wouldn't that be so nice to imagine~~~~

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if this gets more than 200 notes, I'll reveal my depraved likes to all of you🥰🫶

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mikobeautifulheart · 2 months

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JJK men when you flinch/think they would hit you.

TW: Assumed past abuse and the misleading idea that they would have hurt you (They wouldn't) AND UNEDITEDDDDD

aha kinda angst ig but kinda fluffy to?

INCLUDING: YUJI AND MEGUMIIIIII

~Yuji~

"Look I didn't know she liked me okay? Kugaraski just texted me to show up to the cafe, she didn't tell me anything."

"Really Yuji? But you knew her before didn't you? Could you not have seen this coming?"

Yuji pulls his hands down his face in frustration. He never thought going to a cafe would make him more annoyed.

"We talked once in High school okay? I didn't know she liked me."

"Its just, its not I don't trust you but she's been messaging me since yesterday about you, I DIDN'T EVEN GIVE HER MY NUMBER!" You said your voice over run with panic.

Yuji takes a deep sigh.

"OKAY, SO BLOCK HER." He yelled, his arm going up to scratch the back of his neck furiously when he noticed that you flinched and let a little gasp slip.

"Y/N-did you just...did you just flinch?" Yuji asked stunned you would ever think that.

He never knew about your previous relationships because you didn't like to talk about them or when ever someone brought your EX up you'd just change the subject or walk away.

"I...I don't know..." you whispered feeling something ripping you inside. You couldn't help it, it was just built into your system.

"I'm sorry Yuji...I just...I didn't see you for a second..." You paused.

He slowly took a step closer and you leaned backward.

"Y/N I would never-I wouldn't hurt you, I'm sorry I just got frustrated, I would never hurt you" He took another step a bit more confidently after seeing you didn't move back any further.

"Yuji i'm sorry" You broke down wiping the tears out of your eyes with his jacket sleeve, which you happened to be wearing.

He finaly reached you and closed the distance with an embrace, hidding your head into his chest.

"Did you really think I would hurt you?" Yuji said tears swelling in his eyes to.

"No, no no no, Yuji I know you would never hurt me because you love me, I just forgot what it was like to be loved by you. You Yuji, you" You burried your face deeper into his chest.

"I love you" he said wiping away his own tears

-Megumi-

You had just finished a mission and you were totally drained. All you wanted to do was go home and lay in Megumi's arms, you wanted it so much you could practically feel it on the whole trip home.

You fumbled with the keys before finally opening the door and walking in.

"I'm home" You mumbled to your self.

All the lights were out so you figured that Megumi was still away on a mission.

You peeled your clothes off and had a shower, crashing face first into your fluffy bed, it felt like heaven, the only thing missing was the angle.

Your phone buzzed beside you, it was Megumi.

"Hello?"

"I'm coming back now, don't talk to me when I'm back."

"What? Why-"

the phone beeped. He hung up on you. You rubbed your eyes in a daze, did you accidently hang up on him? You checked and no, he had just hung up on you.

An hour passes and you heard someone shake the door knob before a frustrated punch sound echoed through your dorm.

The door flung open in frustration, letting in a very agitated Megumi.

"Stupid cursed fingers and dammed curses I'll kill him myself I swear to god- " he muttered under his breath.

You could tell there was a lot of tension on his shoulders and that something bad happened today.

"Megumi? Do you want me to do anything or-"

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK TO ME OVER THE DAMM PHONE WOMAN." He yelled angrily punching the wall next to him making your eyes widen.

Sighed and he walked over to you, making you step back stuck against a wall.

"No, Just UGH, LOOK Y/N Today I just-" Irritation ran through his body so much he didn't even notice that he had raised his arm to run his hand through his hair before he noticed you visibly flinching and whispering

"no" weakly, shutting your eyes tightly, your facial expression like you were going to brace yourself for something painful.

His breath hitched like he just came back to reality. He saw the tears swell in your eyes and he also saw the small cuts on your face. You had been through a lot to, the last thing you probably needed was Megumi being angrey.

"I-I'm so sorry Y/N" He said not even knowing what to do.

You were so tired and pushed to your limits that your body was even struggling to stand up right now. His face changed immediatly.

"I wasn't going to hit you- I swear, I just, 'was so frustrated at stuff and I- I'm sorry." he said taking a step back from you, watching you slowly slide down the wall looking at him.

It was like you were just waiting for it, like this was the end and you had accepted it.

"I, I don't- you weren't Megumi to me for a moment-" You said finally letting the tears go.

"I didn't think you would hit me but you looked like-him- for a moment..."

Megumi took a step slowly crouching Infront of you, holding both your hands.

"Y/N, listen to me. I'm so sorry but I want you to know I would never hurt you, and I never want to see you hurt, even if it meant that I would have to die, I never want to see you injured or scared of me, please forgive me." He said bringing your hands up to him mouth.

You silently nodded as Megumi helped you up and you both laid together in the bed, letting you cry it out.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: So I haven't uploaded in a while because...yeah. I have 2 more fics on the way, 1 Gojo angst and a different multi-character fic coming so stay tuned. (Reblogs welcomed if u were curious) Thanks for reading.

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shadowdaddies · 4 months

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Hello! I'm back again to bother you with a silly little request. So I was reading your Lucien comfort fic and it was amazing and I saw you were looking for Ruhn requests so here you go. So maybe the reader is someone who gets hurt easily? Maybe becaue they're very clumsy and those small injuries bleed a little but the reader just cant resist the urge to pick the scabs that form? I know I'm always scolding my friends for picking theyre scabs. So you could either go of from there or I had a small idea that maybe the reader could be Hunts sister? And nobody knows that reader and Ruhn were dating but maybe the reader keeps constantly picking at her scabs so Ruhn just pins her arms to the headboard and Hunt just walks in at that moment?

This request is all over the place and I'm so sorry for that but yeah thats my idea and I hope you have a great day!

you are never a bother, love💜 I had fun with the "Ruhn pins her arms to the headboard" part so it got a little suggestive lol

Healing Touch

Ruhn x Reader

Warnings: mentions of minors injuries (cuts/bruises), quite suggestive

“Hi, my love,” you greeted, pushing up on your toes to pull Ruhn in for a kiss.

“Hi,” he murmured against your lips, cheekily dragging his lip ring across your mouth before pulling away. Yelling sounded from the living room, making you jump in surprise as you tripped, Ruhn chuckling as he caught you in his arms.

“What do you do when I’m not around to catch you?” he teased.

“I just fall,” you laughed, gesturing to the bruises on your legs from the many times you’d tripped and bumped into furniture from your own clumsiness.

More shouts sounded, Declan and Flynn’s voices echoing as they argued about whatever game they were playing. Ruhn gave you an apologetic look.

“Why don’t we go up to my room?” he offered, and you nodded, taking the handrail as you headed up the wooden staircase. Ruhn followed behind you, asking you about your day when you turned to respond, misjudging the height of the next step and tripping for the second time this evening.

Ruhn caught you by the waist, keeping your head from hitting the wooden step, but you’d hit your knee hard enough to leave an already darkening bruise. With a sigh, you pouted, taking a seat on the steps as you rubbed your knee.

“Come on, love,” Ruhn murmured, crouching down to pick you up bridal style as he continued up the stairs. “I’ll get you some ice for that.”

You snuggled into the warmth of his chest, admiring the long black hair that flowed over his shoulder, the steady breaths of his chest, his confident and coordinated strides. Ruhn kicked the ajar door open with his boot, swiftly kicking it shut behind him without so much as shifting you in his broad arms.

Regretfully, you allowed him to set you down on his bed as Ruhn went downstairs to get some ice. You scanned the room, band posters and amateur art hanging on the walls. Leaning over to peek at the picture frame on his nightstand, you winced at the pressure on your knee.

Sitting down against the mattress, you saw the bruise forming right alongside a healing cut. You couldn’t help but scratch at the skin, your nails against the wound helping to alleviate the itchy pain.

Ruhn came in the room, violet eyes going wide as he stared at your leg. Looking down, you found that you’d reopened the cut, blood trickling down your leg.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you gasped, taking the rag with ice from Ruhn’s hand as you tried to clean up the mess on your skin.

“It’s okay, love. How did that happen?” he questioned, nodding towards your opened cut. You lifted the rag to look at the injury, the itch immediately returning once you removed the ice.

“I can’t remember. I either cut myself shaving or maybe I bumped into the edge of a table? Or maybe my dog scratched me. It happens all the time,” you babbled, oblivious that your nails had returned to scratching the skin for relief.

“Woah! Hey, stop that,” Ruhn scolded, his hand taking your wrist as he pulled it from your leg, thumb softly stroking your pulse. “You’re making it worse, love. You can’t scratch at it, or it won’t heal.” Taking the rag from you, Ruhn cleaned up your leg, gently holding the ice to your skin.

You groaned in frustration, yearning to investigate your injuries that Ruhn had covered from you. “I can’t help it. It feels better to scratch them, Ruhn,” you huffed, legs shaking with nervous energy.

“Mm, well if you can’t help it, I think I know how to help you,” Ruhn purred in your ear, taking your other wrist in his hand as he pinned them above your head, straddling your hips as he caged you in against the mattress.

“I could just distract you,” he whispered, warm breath tickling your ear as he kissed his way down your neck.

Breathless, you arched into his touch, bruises forgotten as you wrapped your legs around his hips. “That sounds like a possible solution,” you whispered, mewling as Ruhn sucked on the base of your throat, groaning as he ground his hips into yours.

A short knock sounded, the door swinging open as Bryce strode in the room. “Ruhn, have you seen-“

She stopped, cupping a hand over her mouth as she gasped, holding back her laughter. When you thought it couldn’t get any worse, your brother, Hunt, followed in after Bryce, his gaze following hers to where you lay pinned on the bed.

Rage filled his eyes as the Umbra Mortis shone through them, lightning shooting from his fingertips as he glared at Ruhn. Bryce put a calming hand on his chest, poorly trying to hide her amusement as you leapt up from the bed.

“Hunt, it’s not what it looks like!” You pleaded. All three heads turned, giving you incredulous looks. “Okay, maybe it is what it seems. Ruhn and I have been dating for awhile.”

Hunt still simmered with rage, still not saying a word as you continued to babble your defense. Ruhn’s hand came to rest on your lower back, the gesture immediately soothing as he began to speak.

“I just want you both to know that this isn’t casual. I love her,” he confessed. Your head whipped to look at the prince, the blush dusting his cheeks as violet eyes turned to gauge your reaction. You hadn’t said those words yet.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, tears springing in your eyes as you pulled him in for a kiss, forgetting your brother was standing right there.

Hunt loudly cleared his throat, pulling you back to reality as you stared sheepishly at your brother. “Please do not do that in front of me again,” he grumbled, allowing Bryce to push him out the door as she winked at you.

With a sigh, you flopped back against the mattress, both mortified and elated by today’s events. Ruhn simply chuckled, opening your legs as he settled in between them. His eyes sparkled as he lifted your leg, drawing your attention to the feline smirk he wore.

“Now, where were we?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your ankle. “I love you,” he whispered again, pressing a light kiss to the bruise on your shin.

Ruhn peppered kisses to each mark he could find, long black hair cascading over his shoulder as he intertwined his fingers with yours above your head.

“And I love you,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his hips once more as you found yourself eager to finish what you had started.

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konaanaria13 · 2 months

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Manipulate you to love me

Mattheo x reader

Soooo toxic relationship, abuse.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, abuse, aggresivness, drinking, under the influence, unhealthy relationship. And idk...

Broken up but can't stay away from each other? No one can touch you but him? Yep yep yep.

MDNI

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"I don't care Mattheo fuck off!" The music is loud, the bodies around us moving rapidly, the alcohol making my brain feel fuzzy, Mattheo's hand is forcefully around my arm as he drags me toward the stairs of the common room.

"We broke up. I can dance with whoever I want-" I move my body close to his, spitting the words as my face is inching forward toward his.

"- I can date whoever I want-" my back hit's the wall with force, Mattheo's hand's trapping me between him.

"- and I can fuck. Whoever I want." I say harshly, his hand comes up my throat, his breath hot against my lip's as his thumb lifts my chin toward him applying pressure he grins.

"But you belong to me." He say's slowly, his voice deep as I try to fight myself off.

"What?" I whisper, my lip's dangerously close to his.

"You." He whispers leaning down to my ear, his knee part my legs, my body reacting to his instantly.

"Belong" He plants a kiss to my neck and I whimper, my legs part, his hand moves down my waist now.

"To" his tounge makes me close my eyes, the feeling of his skin against mine after so much time making want to just give in right there.

"Me." He growls making me look up to him, towering above me he raises his eyebrow as I part my lip's, the pressure on my throat making me gasp.

"Mattheo" I whisper, my body grinding down on his knees the wetness between my leg's hurting.

"Say it" he say's, I let my head drop back agaisnt the wall, the music, the alcohol making me wanna throw uo bit his touch keeps me grounded as I nod slowly.

"I belong to you" I whisper back and he grins, releasing the pressure I breath in oxygen but the only thing i want to breath is him. I bring my hands up to his face, pushing myself up my lip's meating his. Pulling him toward me, my body needing his. I'm all his I think as his hand's roam my body, picking me up by my thighs his body presses into mine and I gasp for air as he kisses me harshly.

Hungrily, desperate for him I pull on his hair, His teeth scrape mine, my nails dig into his skin.

I don't remember moving until he pushes me against the dorm door.

Pushing it open I fall down from him, I move quickly taking my blouse off, he unclipses my bra as I undo his belt, he takes my hair tie out as I unbutton his shirt.

I move my body on his, his lip's on my neck, sucking one hickey after the other into my skin, his teeth biting into my skin until I'm crying for him to stop.

My body shivering against his, my nails scratching his skin until I see blood.

"Mattheo" I moan, his fingers tangled with my hair, his hip's moving into mine as I moan. The pain unberable as I sit up, pushing him down I take my skirt off, He pushes himself up, kissing me so softly that it makes me whimper he pushes he trousers off and I feel him beneath me. He takes my hand's into his kissing my palms, biting them as I move my hips slowly against him.

"Mattheo" I moan again.

He helps me down, my body in sync with his as I moan. His hand's caress my body slowly, nothing is rushed as he fills me perfectly, tears in my eyes as his kisses get soft and warm as I move my hips to his.

His breathing is ragged, panting against my neck I feel myself thight around him until I finally have his lip's part for me, groaning he pushed himself into me faster.

I gasp against him, sweat dripping down my body as he pulls me into a hug, his arm's wrapped warm around me he presses a kiss to my temple.

"Don't leave me again" he says, slowly the light warms around us as I smile into him.

"As if I ever left you" I whisper and he chuckles slowly bringing his lip's back to mine.

I feel his virbation in me, he let's out a moan against me, I close my eyes the pain almost unberable as I feel myself thight around him, realeasing the preasure toward pleasure he hold's me for a while, we don't move, my body damp against his, my fingers in his, my lip's on his skin, tasting the sweat, I shiver as I feel my lip's get wet, a single tear falling in between them when I part them.

-K<3

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, this is filthy smut guys, I loved writing it though, don't get me wrong.

Summary: This is a request from an anon, "Rafe Cameron smut friends with benefits? Super playful vibes and stuff but hard core smut LOL"

My whole body turns with a groan, skimming my hands along the top of my bed, trying to locate my phone that buzzed, forcing me from my half awake, half asleep limbo.

With a hiss, I turn on my phone, the light from it nearly blinding me as the facial recognition tries desperately to figure my face out but, to no avail.

Rafe: Are you up?

I snort, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes before flipping onto my stomach, achy fingers typing back a witty response before laying back down, closing my eyes for a few more minutes, knowing that I'll be pulling myself out of the comfort of my bed in just a few moments.

Me: Is this a 'u up?' text, Rafe?

Rafe: If it is, would you come over.

He knows the answer, he knows that I would come over and be there in minutes if he asked me to but he just never seems to ask flat out. There's always a game, always a way for him to bribe me over to his place to flip me on all fours and keep me up all night.

Me: What are you offering?

Rafe: Really rough sex and air fried egg rolls.

Well that's probably the best thing he's managed to come up with in weeks, but in the grand scheme of things, all he had to say was 'rough sex' and I'd topple out of bed and into a new outfit and brushed teeth like I'm doing now.

Me: I'll be there in ten.

"Where are the egg rolls." I ask, barely kissing Rafe's lips as he pushes me against the wall, hands firmly gripping my hips to pull my body flush against his and he chuckles.

"Fuck- after." He mumbles into the kiss, lips parting messily against mine and I moan loudly, fingers threading through his hair, giving it a firm tug but I can't bite back the giggles that are escaping me. "You're thinking about egg rolls aren't you?"

"Shut up, I'm thinking about your cock in me." His eyes darken, the smile that was once there is now fanned out into a thin line as he watches me, eyes trailing down my body before he's grabbing my hand and pulling me up the stairs.

I giggle loudly and struggle to keep up with him and the moment we enter the room, he's pulling my dress off, tossing it to the ground. I rest back onto the bed, waiting for him to strip himself of his clothes, watching him drop every piece of clothing with wide, excited eyes.

"Way to be subtle." He chuckles as I part my knees, loving the way that Rafe bites at his lip, reaching out to brush his thumb across the wet mark on my panties.

"Way to take what you want." I wiggle my brows at him and he growls, slipping down on top of me and before I can even get the chance to slip my panties from my body, he pulls them aside and slips inside of me.

"You want me to take you?" He asks but I can barely think and my eyes instinctually flutter shut, head falling back against the mattress with a loud, delayed moan.

"Yes." Rafe's biceps clench beside my head, fists turning white as he supports his weight above me and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to me, jaw practically unhinged from pleasure.

"You want it rough?" His nose drags against my cheek and I smile wickedly, nodding my head as he begins to thrust in and out of me, deep groans rumbling in his chest as my nails scratch down the column of his spine.

"Harder." I beg, breathlessly whimpering in his ear and it only seems to egg him on, his hand slapping my thigh before wrapping under my waist to pull me closer to him, hitting at a deeper angle within me that I didn't even know was possible.

"Yeah?" He hums, pressing a sweet kiss to my cheek, the complete opposite feeling of his hips pounding into mine. "Fuck, Y/n." He moans, almost losing his composure, hips pausing briefly against mine before picking up the speed at a faster pace. "So good for me."

#rafe #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x y/n #outerbanks #rafe cameron smut #rafe smut

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the-fiction-witch · 2 months

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Missed You

Media House Of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon X Reader

Rating Smut

I giggled as Daemon tugged me along towards his chambers, He forced open the door and pulled me inside with him, he shut the door with his foot and pulled my lips to his, I kissed him back trying to match his passion and energy but it was far more then I could keep up with, I pulled back and I smirked having to batt his hands away from my dress

"Come on Darling" He smirked "You look so beautiful" He smirked his hands on my hips running across my tight dress "I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock?"

"Ohh?" I smirked turning to have my back to him he quickly closed the gap so I began rubbing my arse against his hard cock where his trousers were struggling to contain himself "That desperate Daemon?"

"Maybe I am? I haven’t had such a beautiful girl come visit for a while now"

"Aww been too busy for me?" I smirked as he kissed my neck

"Don't get dirty with me Darling,"

"Why I thought you liked it" I smirked tugging on his hair

"Why wouldn’t I like seeing you so dirty darling,"

I smirked turning to face him keeping my mouth only inches from his but always moving if he tried to kiss me, “Maybe I should visit Dragon Stone more often my prince,”

"you can visit me as much as you like Darling"

"I can?"

"Of course, you can Darling," he smirked his hands on my arse lifting me up to perch me on his table, “You know how I miss you,” He growled pulling me into another kiss, I happily kissed back stroking his shirt, as he stroked my hair and face he pulled back and glared into my eyes as he forced my legs open and rubbed himself against me, "You want to that is?"

I nodded biting my lip,”

"You should have some visiting me earlier Darling" He smirked kissing down my neck as he kicked off his clothes,

"Should I now?" I smirked twisting my fingers in his hair "Why? My prince been desperate for me for a while?" I smirked biting on his neck and shoulder

"Ughhh! You know I get desperate without you. Whore’s cant satisfy a dragon.”

“Can’t they? Then what do you need me for?”I whispered as sultry as I could in his ear

"Ride your dragon darling" He orders as he ripped my dress to shreds and lifted my naked body up by my thighs carrying me to his bed As I giggled, He threw me down and I smirked opening my legs wide for him, "Fuck you look gorgeous"

"Awww thank you Daemon" I cooed,

He bit my neck and laid himself down, he grabbed my hips and pulled me into his lap it took maybe a minute before I felt all of Daemon inside of me hilt deep inside me, his fingers dug into my hips and my arse as he got used to me before beginning to move my hips back and forth to ride him as well as his own filling me over and over, I smirked biting my lip a little feeling the pleasure of his movements.

"Uhh Daemon!" I gasped as he got faster starting to move the bed slightly into the wall over and over my stomach bubbling with pleasure tightening myself intentionally each time he went deep inside me, I was barely riding he was the one in total control but I happily let him, running my fingers through his hair pulling him to my chest as I squealed,

"Fuck Darling!" He groaned getting faster folding my arse the faster he got "Fuck! y/n... umm how close are you Darling?"

"Just keep going my prince..." I muttered gripping his hair hard as I got closer and closer

"Okay, but I'm not- Ummm Not far off Darling!" He groaned getting faster again and deeper

"Uhh! fucking hell! Daemon!" I screamed as I suddenly hit my orgasm the pleasure flooding around every inch of me my toes curling and tightening around him as tight as I could screaming and scratching my nails into his head he moved inhumanly fast for a moment until he suddenly stopped and I felt him twitching inside me finishing deep inside me

"Fuck! y/n!" He grunted his hips moving wildly for a few seconds, I collapsed down on his chest and he just held me there still with him inside me as we both just lay sweaty and gasping for breath "shit... that was fucking amazing, you were away far too long y/n. I don't want you gone so long again," He smiled wrapping his arms around me closely

"I won’t be I promise Daemon" I smiled giving him a gentle kiss

“Good, come on darling. I’ve missed you far too much for just once tonight,” he smirked holding my hips as he flipped us over,

#matt smith x reader #mattsmith #matt smith #house targaryen #house of the dragon #houseofthedragon #hotd daemon #hotd x reader #hotd #daemon targeryen #daemon x reader #daemon #daemon targaryen

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chrisgetsmewet · 2 months

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Haunted experience

Pairing - matt × fem!reader

Summary - it's basically the sam and colby video Matt's girlfriend tags along but she doesn't wanna get involved so she just stays in one of the driskle hotel rooms.

Warning - paranormal, fluff, idk what else it shouldn't be that scary tbh

"Yeah I'll just wait in the room" i say walking backwards to finish off my conversation with sam and colby. Then having matt walk me there.

So i got to the driskle hotel with everyone. Matt told me i could come with him and his brothers also sam and colby was okay with it, i mean I would participate but i didn't really wanna get involved with the paranormal, cause that stuff kinda freaks me out.

I had a pretty weird experience with those kinda things when i was younger.

To my hair being tugged, my neck being scratched, and cabinets being slammed. So I heavily believe in those things. To think that sam and colby do this for a living and fun is crazy to me.

Matt walked me to the room i was staying in. On the way there we made conversation.

"Would it be ok if i called you when yall were recording" i question looking up at him

"Why would you need to call me? Also you don'thave to ask." he furrowed her brows his voice and facial expression filled with a mix of concern and confusion.

"Well i just thought... it would ruin-" I cut myself off.

"I don't know just incase.." i put my head down realizing i was getting all worked up over nothing.

He stopped walking and put his hands on my shoulder making me face him

"what's wrong?" He asked scanning my face trying to interpret my feelings." And also to answer you're question, I'll ditch the video if needed, especially if you need something." He reassured me, which always feels nice.

" it's nothing really-" he didn't let me finish

"If you're scared it's gonna be okay" he pulled me into a hug, my arms going around his waist his hands rubbing my back.

His phone buzzed it was a message from colby where are you we're ready?? I saw when he opened his phone

"Ok i gotta go, love you" he kissed my head before leaving.

"Love you too"

I was going to swipe the card on the door so i can enter but before i could swipe it, the door already opened, but my hand was on the nob so there could have been a possibility that it has already been opened or something??

I take everything in, the big bed in the middle of the room, a tv sitting right infront of it, against the wall of the bed a few feet over there was a closet it probably had robes and the ironing board in there, then theres a bathroom far over somewhere.

I sit on the bed scrolling through my phone for a few minutes.

"This is probably gonna take longer then i expected" i mumble to myself scooting off the bed looking for the remote to watch tv.

I found the remote and scrolled through a few channels and picked spongebob.

I took my shoes off to settle in and watch tv and probably take a nap cause who knows how long this would take.

I lay down turning my back away from the door just incase it opened again.

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Time passed my eyes began to fall heavy i checked the time 6:38pm we got here at 4:00pm

My focused was switched from my phone to the tv when the channel changed to a movie a scary one it appeared.

The lamp flickered a few times but i figured it was because the building is so old.

I get the remote to se what it was and it was the movie exorcist. My heart sank i quickly change the channel it was probably my foot hitting the remote.

I try and rub the situation off with excuses but i know that it was something more so i was shaken up, damn right terrified.

I give matt a text knowing theres a 45% chance he could reply and actually do something about it.

📲

Matt

Could you find time to make it to the room?

Delivered: now

I put my phone down trying to think about something else. Oh did i try. It didn't work.

I decided to walk around the building for a bit, i leave the room and walk down the hallway trying to stay around people so nothing super bad happens.

I take a turn trying to go down another hall not paying attention or list. Obviously nothing running through my head at all and i bump into

I look up and it's colby i look behind him and it's everyone else.

"Y/n what's wrong you look sick" nick said

"I- I'm fine" i look around rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans.

"Where were you guys going anyway"

"To eat actually matt was going back to get you why we went down to the table but you're here now so let's go" colby says walking past me.

I fall behind so i can talk with matt

"You look shooken up whats wrong baby?"

"My experience with the hotel in general-"

"What happend" he sounded alarmed also interrupting me.

"I was getting to that"

"Sorry"

I sit down at the table where we were going to eat matt sat next to me.

the table was circle and there were six chairs that we sat in.

"So it started before i even entered the room so when i was about to come in, the door opened for me i brushed that off cause it's not that serious. Then i got comfortable laying in the bed-

I look down at my shoeless feet, only socks on my feet. Bringing matt to chuckle a bit making me laugh too.

"What are yall laughing at" chris interrupted making everyone look at us.

"Great way to put us on the spot chris"

"She has no shoes on just socks that it" matt added. Everyone laughed it off so i guess everything was fine.

"What are you guys talking about anyway" sam questions

"Just something that happend while i was waiting in the hotel room"

"Do tell" colby gestures for me to continue

"I'll just start the story over. So when i was about to enter the room the door opened for me but that wasnt much so i got comfortable in the room as you could tell, and i started getting tired then the channel changes to exorcist i thought it was just my leg that hit the remote or something but the lights were flickering and stuff, i was scared so i decided to leave and roam the halls until i bumped into you" i point to colby

"Wow we definitelygotta check that room out" everyone was nodding and agreeing.

"I would have done the same thing, the fuck not that anyone's saying anything but that alone is crazy" nick said breaking the silence that subsidied

I felt like no one believed me but i know they did it's just a feeling i had, i struggled with overthinking anyways.

Matt rubbed my leg under the table. That made me feel better.

I lean over to whisper in his ear

"I feel like no one believes me"

His face softened probably at the thought that i would think someone wouldn't believe what i said i mean they did say i looked scared earlier.

"Don't say that of course the do" he says at a low tone so only i can here him.

I nod and continue eating my food.

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Me and matt had a room together as long as we promised not to fuck. So Chris, and nick, sam and colby shared a room.

Matt was in the shower i had already taken mines when they started recording again after dinner.

I just sit up in my bed waiting for him to get out the bathroom scrolling on my phone. I hear the bathroom door open, matt came out shirtless with only his plaid pajama pants and his toothbrush in his mouth with his black T in hand.

"Did you knock on the door"

"No. Why?"

He just walked back in the bathroom not answeringmy question. That alone freaked me out I think I'm just a scarey cat but i dont care because matt allows me to be one meaning he was ok with it.

I come in the bathroom to find out what happend. I was curious as to why he asked me that to begin with. He probably had a paranormal experience just happen.

I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. I rest my head against his bare skin. Matt was caught off guard by my sudden interaction but when he notices it's me he relaxed.

"What happend?"

He shrugged at the question

"I heard a knock on the door"

"Well it wasnt me"

He bent down to spit the toothpaste and stood back up putting the tooth brush down wrong his mouth before he turned around to face me cupping my face.

"I know baby. when you told me it wasn't i believed you the first time, it was probably a ghost" he chuckled at the thought of having to reason that a ghost just done something.

He gave me a quick peck on the lips led by a few more other kisses.

"Lets go to bed" matt suggested i nodded agreeing with him.

I slip into bed on my side longing for more affection from matt to take my mind off the long day i had. And all the stuff that accorded throughout the day. so as soon as matt got into bed i cuddled up against him.

"It was such a long day" i breathed out.

"I can say the same" he added

"Can you tell me about the stuff you did today"

I wanted something to think about other then the fact I'm sleeping in a haunted hotel of endless possibilities. And that scared me, but his voice normally soothes me to sleep so that's why i want him to talk. He has no problem with it I stay up long enough to listen but it's rare.

He began talking about his day, running his fingers through my hair. I begin dozing off to sleep in the process.

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A/n : im kinda late to the hotel thing but idc it just randomly hit me so i wrote it. Hope this was a good read.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo imagines #matthew sturniolo #matt × reader #matt fanfic

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justice-maul · 1 year

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Promises~ Young Tony Stark x Top Male Reader | College Au

Summary: Reader is sharing a dorm with Tony Stark and they often fight thanks to Tony being an immature entitled dick so the Reader decided to put him in his place

word count: 2,432

Author note: I’ve been reading more young tony stark fics and can’t find any good male reader ones so in the words of Thanos, “fine I’ll do it myself”

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Tony, spit, hair pulling, blow job (Reader receiving), finger sucking, p in a, Reader has a huge dick, a little bit of nipple play, taking off condom in the middle of sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), and breeding

You sighed dramatically as you saw the mess in the sink once again your lazy roommate didn’t do his job.

Anthony Edward Stark was the last and the worst person you expected to room with but it did make sense because you were both the same age despite both being the youngest at MIT

he was a genius with no common sense or human decency and though you acted normal with him at first you eventually got fed up with his attitude and rudeness, so you started treating him with the same energy he gave you.

so you marched towards his room steam basically blowing out of your ears as you knocked on his door once, then twice, and immediately you barged the door hitting the wall

“Anthony,” you said with pure malice in your tone as he shot up immediately and the girl beside him groaned in her sleep

“Jeez, do you knock?” He said rubbing his eyes as he slowly got up from the covers

“I did. Twice. You forget to do all of your chores and you brought home a girl while I was sleeping making way too much noise” Tony chuckled at that last part as he tried to find the rest of his clothes in the dark

“I’ll do it later don’t worry about it,” He lazily replied

“You have one more chance Anthony, I’m not joking.” You said

“Ok well I promise I’ll do it later, alright cross my heart,” he said ironically

“I’ll hold you to that.” You scoffed out slamming the door shut going to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast before class

You watched as the girl left his room with tony giving her a kiss and saying he will see her later, same thing he said to every other girl he brought back to the dorm

“He probably doesn’t even know her name” you mumbled scoffing at the sight before putting your stuff away and heading off to class

When you first moved in Tony took no time in claiming the largest room with the largest bed which ticked you off because he didn’t even give you room to argue, you were sure that he only did that because of how entitled he was.

The entire school day you were thinking about what you were going to do to Anthony when he didn’t go through with his promise the pure excitement on your face being subtle but very clear

At the end of the day you walked back to your dorm and settled down before finally looking in the kitchen to find the sink dirty the trash full and the entire dorm an absolute mess.

You took the liberty of cleaning everything with nothing but a calm expression on your face before Anthony got home from yet another party as you plopped yourself down on the couch after making yourself a drink

“Yeah I’ll definitely be there you can count on it” you heard him laugh as he clicked the door shut walking in with a dumb smile on his face wearing a black shirt with a collared jacket on that was now wrinkled and messy

“Hey Anthony,” you said in the calmest voice possible as he jumped back and put a hand over his chest trying to calm himself down

“God you just love scaring the crap out of me huh” he laughed almost nervously clearly knowing exactly what he did wrong

“Hmm let me guess you just forget the promise you made me? Or were you busy this time?“you said staring him dead in the face anger slowly building up inside of you

“I- well I had to kinda…” he stuttered scratching the back of his neck while trying to come up with a way out as you sat up and slowly walked towards him

“You know what Anthony I’m so tired of your bitchy attitude and your empty goddamn promises, you're selfish and you never take anything seriously your the most annoying person in the goddamn world!” You said as you backed him against a wall pinning him there with one arm

He looked up at you with a different expression from earlier that sent a shiver throughout your body but you weren’t going to give up that easy so you grabbed his chin and forced him to look up at you

“Do you have any idea how much work I had to cover for you? How much sleep I had to miss or time to do my own work?” You said pure anger coursing through you

“I can… make it up to you, make it…” he looked down at your pants hinting slightly before making eye contact again “worth your while” his voice barely above a whisper now.

You both just stared at each other silently, both not knowing what to say until he opened his mouth and took in your thumb sucking on the tip slightly

You wanted to pull your hand away and yell at him but you were too shocked to do anything, just watching his every movement that made you feel so unbelievably aroused, as he treated it like a cock

he licked your thumb before releasing it from his mouth with a string of spit still connecting it to his pretty lips that you wanted to ruin so badly

you wanted to fight back the urge to give in to his sexual antics but even you couldn’t deny the fact he was attractive, and at this moment he was downright gorgeous

You removed your thumb and grabbed his hair with the same hand pulling him closer and kissing him roughly as he wrapped his arms around your neck letting your tongue inside his mouth

After what felt like hours of you two making out, he reached his hand to your cock and slowly rubbed up and down as you groaned into him and he repeated the motion teasing your dick as his hand glided down your cock

You pulled him by his hair off of you as he tried to catch his breath, taking your other hand you rubbed his now plump lips as he looked up at you with a pleading face begging you to ruin him

��Let’s see what else your pretty mouth could do,” you whispered out leaning close against his lips and watching as he slowly sank down to his knees and unbuckled your belt using his teeth to unzip your pants

Eager to see your dick, he shimmed your shorts off your cock almost hitting his face as he starred for a moment stunned before grabbing it, he looked up at you with doe eyes as you gave him the ok

He licked a long stripe on the underside of your cock, before moving to suck on your tip and finally taking you all in while rubbing what he couldn’t fit in his mouth as his moans vibrated around your cock

“You know if you used your mouth …Shit, for more things like this we wouldn’t have had a problem in the first place Anthony,” you groaned as he started to deep throat your cock, bobbing his head

He choked as he took more of you in his mouth, his nose was pressed against your stomach as he struggled to breath gasping and releasing your completely wet cock from his mouth,

“You’re so fucking huge,” he said softly licking a stripe on your slit, sucking off the precum before taking you back in his mouth as tears started falling out of the corners of his eyes

he jacked you off with his hand and gagged on the rest of your cock looking up at you with tear-stained cheeks as you ran your fingers through his hair

You felt yourself getting closer, feeling it build in your stomach as you yanked him by his hair off of your cock and jacked yourself off while he looked up at you and stuck his tongue out in an erotic manner

That was the final push you needed as you released all over his face getting it everywhere on his cheeks, his lips, and some on his tongue as he swallowed it down eagerly

He swiped the cum off his face and licked it teasingly staring back up at you as he licked the rest off his lips which were now bruised with a beautiful red and pink hue

“What else do you want me to do?” He said with a glint in his eyes that showed utter excitement while biting his bottom lip which turned an even darker color

“Depends, how much farther are you willing to go?” You asked pulling back up your pants as Tony smirked up at you

“As far as you want me to,” he said through his lashes as you grabbed his collar and pulled him up towards you and he stumbled into your arms

You yanked him towards his room, opening the door and pushing him in before slamming it and pinning him against the wall

You immediately kissed him more tenderly with more passion and fire burning inside of you, slowly moving your lips against his as he regained his balance and leaned into the kiss softly sighing into you

You grabbed his waist and deepened the kiss pushing your knee against his crotch grinding it down on his hardened cock as he gasped into you, his hips were moving in sync with your knee long moans leaving his mouth

You pulled away from the kiss removing your knee as he lightly groaned and you both tried to catch your breath, smelling his cologne from how close you were

“Do you have any condoms on you?” You said looking at him as he slowly nodded regaining his composure as you moved back giving him room

“Yeah, let me… get them,” he breathed out before walking over to his drawer and rummaging around, finally pulling out three condoms and flashing them to you

“Here, this will probably last us,” he said setting them on his nightstand as he turned towards you nervously waiting for you to make a move.

Walking towards him you grabbed his chin and tilting his head up as you started to kiss up his neck, he grabbed at your shirt pulling you closer to him

You pushed him down on the bed and he looked up at you with those honeyed eyes of his as you traced his jawline with your hand and he leaned into your touch breath hitching

You begin tracing his neckline before tugging on his top signaling him to take it off as you did the same removing your shirt before backing him up into his large bed

You pushed on his bare chest making his back hit the bed, as you removed his pants along with yours throwing them off to the side, he watched you intently being the most silent he’s ever been

“Aren’t you cute when you finally close your fucking mouth” you mockingly said to him as he let out a small whimper, you positioned yourself between his legs

You reached over to his bedside table grabbed a bottle of lube and pulled down his boxers before you poured some on your fingers and traced his rim

“Shit,” He hissed at the coldness and the sudden touch as you then prodded your finger into his hole as he let out a small noise, you began to loosen him up getting him ready for your large cock

You finally loosened his hole up enough and positioned yourself in front of his entrance as you grabbed his thighs spreading them apart and slowly pushed yourself in as he groaned

“Oh, f-fuck,” he moaned out at the feeling of you finally bottoming him out, you gave him time to adjust as he held on to your shoulders for support as he finally relaxed around your length

You began to move and slightly rocked your hips moving back and forth quickly growing faster in your movements until Tony was leaving marks on your body and throwing his head back as loud moans left his mouth

“I can feel you fucking into me,” he shuddered out as long moans left him he tried to muffle the noise with his hand but small whines and whimpers escaped his mouth

You slammed your hips against his prostate causing him to let out a moan as you started to fuck against it repeatedly abusing his sweet spot as his moans echoed throughout the room

You moved rough and slow against him fucking his hole as breathy whines erupted from his throat, you reached over and began to tweak his nipples as he gasped letting you play with buds in your hand

You moved more animalistic against him fucking into him with pure hunger as you practically abused his gaping cunt as he let out loud sobs at the impact and hardness of your thrusts

He loudly groaned covering his face with his hands as his entire body was shaking and his red cock was standing tall leaking precum as he felt his orgasm approaching as he started leaving scratch marks on your shoulders

Leaning over you sloppily gave him an open mouth kiss tonguing him as he tried to messily kiss you back reaching a hand down to stroke his own cock feeling his orgasm build up in his stomach

He finally came throwing his head back in pure bliss before letting out a choked whimper as your movements didn’t still against his throbbing hole and he practically screamed

“Take it off… I want it inside” he panted as you pulled out and removed your condom before pushing slowly back into him moving fast and hard once more as he whimpered

You fucked him at your own pace chasing your release as your thrusts moved faster against him before slowing down and finally spilling your load into him leaving him a gasping mess

You removed your cock only to watch your cum trickle out of his gaping cunt and his entire body a blush red his chest heaving, you leaned down kissing up his chest to sooth him as he hummed

“We should definitely do that again,” he said catching his breath and handing you another condom as you laid down next to him chuckling

“As long as you keep your promises,” you said as he rolled his eyes scoffing and you both laughed

Anthony kept his promises and in return, you rewarded him each time and established a relationship together. Living at the dorms with Anthony Stark became much better and you finally got along and managed to have a good year with him by your side.

Oh and you guys decided to share the big room (more like you made him but whatever 😂)

~The End~

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wannabemurdock · 1 year

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BONKY

Bite Me, Bucky Barnes

masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!reader

Summary: emotions are fucked, aye?

Word count: 484 words

Contains: allusions to smut. cussing. attitude

Notes: this post is broken as fuck. If you want it to work, please use the website. I got way too carried away. It was going to be hate fucking and then it got emotional and I’m just as confused as y’all tbh

Minors do not interact

Requests are open

not my gif (probably could’ve chosen a better one tho)

“You have some fucking audacity, don’t you?” You ignore him as you storm out of the hangar. The white noise of the quinjets engine does little to drone him out. He doesn’t deserve the time of day after that shit fight of a mission.

“Bite me, James.” The doors to the elevator shut just before he starts running his mouth again. You lean against the cool glass, hoping to ground yourself before you get to your floor. Exhaustion starting to overtake you in the far too long ride to the residential floor of the tower.

“How the fuck did you get here?” Of course Bucky’s standing there waiting for you to get out. A scowl scratched across his face as you rolls your eyes. Anger bubbles in your chest as a foul taste develops in your mouth at the sight of him.

“I ran.” You push past him, making your way to your apartment. Tears welling in your eyes as the walk feels never ending. Bucky tailing you has you speeding up. Your muscles ache after such a strenuous mission, mental and physical exhaustion has you at the end of your fuse and Bucky was not helping. His hand catches to door before it shuts.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me.” He slams the door to your apartment before pinning you against the wall. You can’t help but stare him. His cheeks flushed and breathing heavy. “Do you understand how incredibly stupid you are, yo-“

You can’t hear him as you focus on the tiny details of his face. The way his eyelashes curve. The fresh stubble spread across his jaw. The tear sliding down his cheek.

The what?

“I can take care of myself, Y/n. You do not need to put yourself in danger to protect me! I- I-“ he pushes his hair out of his face, breathes shaky as he tries not to make eye contact with you. The anger from earlier has entirely dissipated as the realisation hits you.

“Shut up, Barnes.” You whisper, unsure of what to do next. You wipe your hands on your pants, as his head snaps back to you. Heart racing, you start feeling lightheaded.

“What did you just-“ As if on autopilot, you pull him in close. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss him with every fibre of your being. Your hands tangle in his hair, trying to drag him closer to you. Not satisfied till you two are one person. His arms cage you in against him. His stubble scratches your chin, contrasting the soft plush of his lips. Muscle and metal impossibly tight around your waist. Unable to loosen in fear of you slipping away.

Your hips press against him, desperate for anything he would be kind enough to give you. A soft whimper escapes him, vulnerability turning his brain to mush.

“Just fuck me already, Barnes.” You plea against him.

“Fuck me already, Barnes.” You whisper against him.

“Shut up, Barnes.” You whisper, unsure of what to do next. You wipe your hands on your pants, as his head snaps back to you. Heart racing, you start feeling lightheaded.

“Fuck me already, Barnes.” You whisper against him.

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atc-tatiana · 11 months

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Break and Bite

~•Part one•~

•Part three•

Miguel is at peace with you safe. Your neck shows Miguel mark. But it’s not like people will see it. Especially if you are ill.

Tw: Miguel being weird, You are being weird, change body, Miguel begin toxic.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Buzz buzz buzz~ My eyes flatter open, my vision was blurry. But I could still make out a brown blob. My hand reach out to touch the blob, but it’s seem far away. My eyes rolled back, my eyelids closed and open. I could feel a throbbing pain against my neck. Then my head was pounding like crazy. I hissed and drop my hand on the soft surface I was laying down. My body moved together, trying to comfort myself. My eyes closed themselves and kept close.

I felt something so warm and hard underneath my side. Then something else popped on my open side. What appears or felt like fingers glazed over my back. What ever it was, it felt warm and pulled me closer to warmth. I could feel my legs rubbing together, skin to skin. The back of my head was being caressed ever so gently. A warm breath caress my lips, as I heard a soft humming. Something so warm touched my lips, making them open slightly. Then I heard some low murmurs as I felt warm sucking on my lips. My breath was shaky the pain was getting worse by the minutes. The pain was like multiple paper cuts on my forehead. My neck was as if someone nails scratching ever so slowly. My feet’s were trembling, I could feel so much. I could feel every little breeze hitting my skin. I could feel whoever rough fingertips glistening in my back. The soft material underneath my body and up my body. The coldness of a shirt on my body. How it was loose on my body, this shirt wasn’t mine. This shirt feels different, everything around me feels different. Even my hair feels different, smoother and lighter. My skin feels heavy, my bones feel sensitive. One wrong move and pain will consume me whole.

His lips outline my lips so gently, so soft. My eyes open again, hoping I could see again. But it was more blurry than ever. I closed my eyes again feeling more comforted by the darkness. My ears mumbled every noise, so I could hear was underwater noise. It was almost calming but dangerous. Not allowing to hear your surroundings, especially if you are new to this. Or even get to see your new surroundings. I wasn’t aware that I was lifted up and carried around. I felt like I was being thrown in the air without a warning. But it wasn’t as violent as I describing it. The next thing I knew a shot of pain was inflicted upon my shoulder. It was too sudden my whole body started to shake. In seconds I could actually hear and see. My whole sense were back, but my body was still weak. I could feel the coldness underneath my bottom. I could see that I wasn’t wearing any pants. I was just wearing a large shirt and underwear that wasn’t mine.

I felt hands on the side of my face, pushing me to face him. My eyes were narrowed I was adjusting to my sense. My eyes looked up at Miguel eyes they were soft…and tantalizing. I groan feeling groggy, my body wobbly. When I did adjust I quickly slap Miguel face. I moved away from Miguel towards the wall. I looked down and saw I was in a metal table.”What the fuck have you done to me?” I breathed through my mouth so when I speak I sounded very loud. I didn’t know how I’m alive still!? My eyes looked everywhere in this room. It was dark very dark, just like HQ.”Listen (Name) don’t overwhelm yourself with those feelings. You’ll overload yourself with emotions then you’ll die.”Miguel got closer to me, his body lean against the table. His knee was propped up on the table, ready to pounce at me. My head looked to the side, I cover my mouth. There were a full paper of people, people that look like me. I took the papers and scanned over it. Different name’s different people, different age. I slowed down on page 256 label perfect match. There were only ten 100% people that were in equal match. I looked up at Miguel whose was still looking at me, patiently. My body trembles as I looked at both wrist, I didn’t have the gizmo. I throw the papers to the side and crawl on the edge of the table.

“You are a phsyco pathetic person. You fucking”Miguel grabbed me tightly, slamming me against the concrete wall. Miguel hand tightly held my mouth close. I looked up at Miguel how he was heavily breathing. How Miguel chest was tightly press against my chest. Miguel free arm was on the side of my head. I was trembling uncontrollably as Miguel face came closer to me.”Tu no me hables así entendido? I did all of this for you. I made you a part of my life so you wouldn’t get hurt.”Miguel breath was heavy against my lips. Miguel voice was low and menacing. I lifted my hand up to shot webs but nothing came out, I tried to punch Miguel. Everything I could have done was wrong! I could do anything! I’m not me! I’m someone else someone who isn’t spider women!

Oh god I thought. Miguel change me, he fucking change me into someone else but me. Miguel let go of my mouth still looking at me. I started to punch Miguel chest, my body violently move around. I thrash around as I kept punching Miguel. Like in those romances novels when a girl and a man get into a fight. Where they end up kissing and sleeping together. But I kept fighting and throwing insults at Miguel. All the while Miguel was just letting me beat him.

Another minute pass and I was breathing heavily. My fist was still on Miguel chest, my head was laying on Miguel chest. I was crying from frustration, not only will I not be myself. But I will never be able to be in my world. Everything I work so hard for all is going to be dumped in the trash; like everything was for nothing.”You fucking….”I hiccup as I felt everything crashing down on me.

Miguel hugged me tightly, after he lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around Miguel neck, as I cried on his shoulder. I repeated to Miguel why did he do this to me? Besides I never talked to Miguel, I never even know him. So why didn’t he care for me?

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whyareyouhere66 · 7 months

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Maybe some hurt/comfort platonic Professor Remus Lupin x gn student reader where reader also has lycanthropy (is a werewolf) but with anger issues. Remus can kind of guess, but after reader almost gets outed as a ‘monster’ Remus makes it his duty to teach reader how to control their anger. Father figure Remus 🫶 you can make it as angsty as you want <3

Here it is! This took way too long but it’s finished now, and I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting 🫶

!Father figure! Remus Lupin x GN !werewolf! Reader

CW: implied absence of father, accidental(kinda) self harm, slightly graphic descriptions, reader has anger issues, possible ooc Remus I’m not really sure

I should’ve stayed in.

I should’ve known better, really. But it seems I didn’t.

Malfoy always has a way of getting under everyone’s skin- and it seems that the older he gets, the less afraid he is of doing so in front of teachers. You should’ve been more cautious getting into arguments with him in the middle of a class.

“Malfoy, L/n, you two separate yourselves right now.” Professor McGonagall scolds, glaring at where Malfoy stood in front of my seat. He had that same devilish grin on his face, even as I’m glaring up at him from my chair.

“Sit down, Malfoy.” I say flatly, but he doesn’t budge.

“And what are you gonna do, hm? I have no reason to be threatened by someone like,” he takes the time to look my up and down, not hiding the grimace to follow, “you.”

“Then why don’t you go sit down?,” I quip, “no one’s asking you to stay, the only reason I see is you’re enjoying it.” I see quickly how his grin drops, and he’s glaring right back at me now.

“Is that your best comeback? As if I’d ever enjoy being near you,” he seethes, and I stand up with my hands running down my face.

“You are so exhausting-“ I groan, only to feel a sudden shove against my shoulder. I snap my head towards him again. What is he trying to do?

“You filthy little-“

“Don’t touch me,”

“Draco! L/n! Back to your seats at once!” McGonagall shouts, the click of her boots taking a few quick steps closer before stopping. I don’t look at her, because Draco is already shoving me back again. His face is scrunched into a look of disgust, and anger, and I can only imagine mine looks somewhat similar.

I’m shoving him back before I can think, my mind ticking, yelling at me to not let him walk away proudly.

Bursts of different voices, small gasps, are around me as Draco is lunging forward pathetically. His brain is racing the same way mine is- but i only get a second to try and block his hands before he’s backing me up towards the wall.

I grab his shoulders, trying to pry him off me, but my back collides with a shelf and my head gets thrown back against something,

The pain sends a jolt through my body, something all too familiar, but it’s too late.

My eyes surge, and I feel the bones in my shoulders cracking against each other while I fall. Draco is somewhere in front of me, stumbling to the ground, and Ms. McGonagall shouts again from across the room.

“Shit.”

My heart is pounding, my hands are sweaty, but all I can feel from my racing mind is anger.

Before he can come at me again, I stumble to my feet again and run out of the room as quickly as possible. Professor McGonagall yells at me, but I can’t hear her anymore. My ears throb as they grow, stretching and pointing at the ends.

My back arches into its new form, hairs poking my skin as they grow rapidly. Bones give a sickening crack as they move inside of me, my legs unable to hold me up. And I can’t stop it- because my mind is hollering and it’s too late to pull myself back now.

A snarl echoes from the throat, fangs poking my gums. It hurts, it always does- but this time it got too close.

My classmates could’ve seen me- they nearly did.

Long claws make an ugly noise as they scratch the floor beneath me, I probably look psychotic stumbling across the floor trying to regain control of myself again.

I want to hit him- I want to keep that ugly smirk off his face.

My hands curl into a fist, and I feel the stinging pain of claws scraping the palms of my hands. The painful red that follows feels warm on my skin, I keep my hand still until the pain begins to keep the rest of me still.

My hitched breathing is loud, but slowly I feel my nails dulling, pulling out of my skin. I let out a gasp, face beginning to shift back to its original shape.

My jaw throbs, and my fingers become sore as I desperately try to pull my self back into place. Bones are snapping, returning to normal while I struggle to hold myself up any longer.

Heavy breathes fall, but I barely recognize them. My ears dull until they’re no longer long and pointed, my eyes fade from the sharp yellow back to e/c.

“No, no no no,” I plead.

“….y/n?”

I snap my eyes up to the new voice, and freeze when I see Professor Lupin staring at me wide-eyed.

He analyzes my shaking figure, and he looks at me differently… almost understandingly.

I scramble to my feet again, stumbling away from him.

“Wait!” He calls out, but I sprint away before he can follow.

It’s all ruined.

***

The next day, I refuse to leave the dorms.

I slept in my closet last night, too afraid that one of my dorm mates would walk in and look at me the same way everyone else did before.

About halfway through the morning hour, there’s a tapping at my window- and I recognize F/n’s owl, Ares, staring at me through the glass. F/n sent a note.

I don’t want to read it. But I do- all it asks is where I am.

I slide down the wall slowly, letting the note fall to the floor beside me. I feel so tired.

Gosh- I was doing such a good job before. Whenever my anger would get the best of me, I’d find solace in an old closet or something, curl my hand into a fist so tightly it would unravel with red staining the palm. It would keep me stable- I had it under control.

But now?

A knock sounds from the door.

I don’t want to answer it.

I stare at it for a while, maybe I should. Maybe it’s F/n.

Eventually, I do open it.

Standing on the other side, is Professor Lupin, and I immediately freeze. What is he doing here?

The look he gave me yesterday flashes in my mind, the understanding, the empathy. He speaks before I do, much to my relief.

“May I come in?” He asks, and I hesitantly step to the side. He enters carefully, finding a spot towards the center of the room, and I sit down on the foot of my bed awkwardly.

“Look, professor-“ I try, only to be interrupted.

“It’s ok, I know.”

“…what do you think you know..?”

He sighs, looking round the room, as if searching for the right words. I watch cautiously.

“…I was about 4 years old, when I was turned.” He says- my eyes widen. Turned? Does that mean-?

“What..?”

“Well, that’s what you are, right,” he looks at me pointedly, “a werewolf?”

My heart stops when he says the word. Werewolf.

He knows- he not only knows, but he is one, and I almost can’t believe my ears.

“You’re…you’re one too?”

Lupin nods, doesn’t even hesitate. Another sigh, before he continues.

“When I was bit, it was in means of revenge. I was used to get back at my father, and it’s affected my life ever since.”

Lupin paces the room when he talks, taking slow steps across the carpet. I feel a bit bad, knowing the burden of this curse. Professor Lupin looks at me again.

“It took me years to learn how to control it- and if you’ll let me,” I can tell where this is going, “I want to help you learn as well.”

I pause, trying to think. I can learn to control it, to live with it. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.

“…you’ll help me?” I ask quietly, looking up at him. His face softens slightly, and he nods.

“Of course.”

I don’t know what to say. He asks how old I was when I got bit, I tell him. 8 years old, on a camping trip with my mother and step dad. My mom didn’t know what to do, my step dad (at the time) hadn’t even warmed up to me much yet. I was left to face it alone.

Professor Lupin’s eyebrows furrow slightly, and he nods.

“So you had no parents to help you?” He asks, and I nod shyly. I almost don’t want to look at him, avoiding his gaze head on.

“It was kind of hard to, uh, connect with my step dad after that…”

He nods in understanding. I look away.

“Well, how about this,” he doesn’t step much closer to me, and I look at him curiously, “do you know what triggers it.”

I nod once more, bending my fingers around each other on my lap.

“Yeah, uh, my anger is…” I clear my throat, “yeah.”

“Great, then we’ll start there.” He says, as if it was an obvious fact. “Meet me after classes tomorrow, preferably by my classroom. That’s when we’ll start.” He begins to walk towards the door again, and I watch him. It’s so new, I’ve never even told people about such a burden before, yet here I am. Before he can leave, I stand up from my bed.

“Wait, professor.”

He turns to me curiously.

“…thank you.”

***

The first “lesson” was a bit of a messy one.

He asks me how I currently handle my anger, and I hesitantly look at the scars littering my palm and the heel of my hand.

“Ah, I see…” he trails off. I nod.

“Yeah…”

By the second lesson, he’s telling me what happens in my brain when I’m angry- and how to keep calm.

“It’ll sound like a cliche, but controlling your breathing.”

“Definitely sounds like a cliche.”

“Yeah, well, it works, sit down”.

By the 5th lesson I’m already sensing a difference in how I’m feeling- it’s like my body is more relaxed, my brain isn’t as high wired as it used to be.

But I’m weren’t sure- until I got tested.

It wasn’t Draco Malfoy this time, though they were close in obnoxiousness. A Ravenclaw, by the name of Riley, continuously pestering me after getting paired up for a project together. She followed me down the halls after class, ignoring all my attempts to brush her off.

Can’t she take a hint?

I turn another corner down the corridor, and she tells me once again how lazy I am. I feel myself getting more frustrated, heart beating faster, and I stop walking in the middle of the hallway. When I turn ti look at her she has the face of someone who just got fired from work- and I want to tell her that no one riles her up as much as she does to herself.

The first throb in my gums, I freeze, and turn away quickly. Her voice stops, thank god, and I feel her curious gaze burning holes into my back.

“It doesn’t matter,” I tell myself, “it’s all cool.”

I close my eyes, blocking the memory of her voice, and let my breathing slow until it’s balanced enough for me to no longer feel the ache in my jaw.

My eyes open again, I’m normal.

I’m normal- holy shit. A grin spreads across my face and I check my hands just in case- nothing. My body didn’t change at all.

I whip around, not looking at Riley even as she throws another comment my way.

“Uh huh, yeah.” Is all i manage before I’m pushing past her and starting to jog down the hall.

“I did it,” I say to myself, “I did it!”

I’m basically running by the time I’ve made it to Professor Lupin’s classroom, knocking on the large wooden door a few times before he answers.

“Y/n?”

I grin at him. “I did it!” I exclaim, “I did it- I controlled it!”

His face begins to light up, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“What?”

I step into his room, but still spin around to face him. My cheeks are beginning to hurt from my smile but I don’t falter.

“I controlled myself, Lupin, i didn’t even change at all!”

His smile grows and he looks at me. “That’s wonderful, I’m so-“

Before he finishes, I step forward and hug him.

I didn’t even expect to, I just feel myself wrapping my arms around his torso and grinning like a mad man against his coat. His arms lay against my back in return in a fatherly embrace, so simple yet I could never miss it.

“Thank you” I say, and he smiles above me.

“Of course, Y/n.”

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beabnormal24 · 27 days

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My hand slipped, here's a Gax wip

I couldn't help myself so I posted the wip anyway, enjoyyy

(I don't know when I'll finish this fic, but I'm having a lot of fun writing it):

“Okay, so Max and George against me and Oscar. What do we say?” Lando pops his elbow on the net’s pole, chewing loudly on his gum as he bounces the racket on his knees.

Oscar stands behind him with his arms crossed on his chest, a cap messily pulled over his hair, staring at Lando’s back like a good scholar waiting for instructions.

George shares a quick glance with Max: the only answer he gets being a careless shrug.

“I mean-“ he says, scratching the back of his head. “Wouldn’t it be a bit, I don’t know, unbalanced? No offence to any of you, of course.” He quickly adds, but not quick enough for Max to suppress his snort.

George is not looking at him, but he doesn’t need to turn around to know he’s rolling his eyes.

But maybe he’s smiling with the wrinkles next to them, in the way he does when he’s a bit endeared by him. Maybe, he can’t know.

“Georgie, my dear. Let’s put it like this” Lando says, shaking his head. “Out of all of us, I’m the best.”

Max coughs behind him. “Bullshit.”

George has to press a fist against his mouth to cover his laugh.

“You are all crap. Max and Oscar are real real crap, while you, George, are just slightly crap. Between Max and Oscar, Osc is the crappiest.”

“Hey!” Oscar protests, glaring at the back of Lando’s head as he seems to finally wake up from his open-eyed slumber. There’s a frown between his eyebrows, George knows that he’s more than aware of how bad he is, but the competitive side of him just can’t let Lando expose him so bluntly.

They’ve all been through that.

Lando shushes him with a shake of his hand, blowing a raspberry with his mouth. “So, it’s all a matter of statistics-“

“That’s not what statistics is about, Lando.”

“Which means that it’s me and Osc against you and Max, alright?”

There’s nothing more to say that would change his mind, so George just shares an amused look with Max and wishes that for once his height might be of help.

They lose, terribly, George must admit that his pride is mostly wounded by the fact that Lando actually is the best out of all of them, so much so that Oscar doesn’t even need to raise his racket that many times and still they get horribly plastered to the ground and miss almost every single hit.

Max doesn’t seem as happy about the result either, if the way he’s gasping for air and grabbing at his bent knees is anything to go by. For a professional driver, he’s probably got the worst resistance out of all of then, given how he had already started to pant after half of the first set.

George lets himself stare at his profile for a second, the sweat dripping from his hairline to the tip of his nose, red from exertion, freckles bright under the deep flush, the cap on his head sliding slightly up as he brings a bottle to his lips.

He casts away his eyes just as Max turns around, feeling his own face heat up at the possibility of being caught, busying his own hands with one of the bottles scattered behind the white line.

“Next time.” Max exhales, swiping his mouth with the back of his hand. A droplet falls on his upper lip, George forces himself to stare at Oscar slumping tiredly against one of the walls of the club. “Next time we’re going to call Fernando and beg him to come back playing with us. He’s a lot more fun than those two idiots, I swear if I hear Lando moan Oscar’s name like a whore one more time-“

George glares at him, hoping with all his might that anyone milling around them is distant enough not to hear him. “Yeah, sure, let’s call Fernando. And how exactly would you do that?”

Max raises an inquisitive eyebrow, mouth twisting in that way he does when he thinks an interviewer is asking the dumbest question ever.

Unfortunately, George has been on the receiving end of it enough times to recognise it immediately.

“You’re still his dearest baby, aren’t you?” Max asks, cheekily winking at him, tipping the neck of his bottle towards him to point at his chest with a finger. “If there’s anyone who can bring that old bastard back, it’s you. And maybe Lance and Carlos, but mostly you.”

“Shut up.” George grumbles, hoping that Lando is not eavesdropping on them, or else he would’ve to deal with all the teasing he had desperately hoped to leave behind once Fernando had finally decided that enough was enough.

One single year of being teammates, one single year of having to deal with Fernando’s complete lack of a filter and notion of personal space, and he’ll have to bear the consequences for the rest of his life.

He does miss the old man, though, but they’ll probably catch up at the New Years’ party and George will have to endure at least a two hour long pleasant monologue about how retired life hurts Fernando to the core.

“Alright lads.” Lando shouts on the other side of the court, stretching his arms above his head just like the showoff that he is. Oscar, at least, has the decency to appear completely unfazed. “It’s dinner time, I choose the place and the pizza is on the losers.”

“Wait a second, we never agreed on that!” Max says frowning.

“Yeah, no, he’s always like this. Just makes things up, it’s his talent.” Oscar deadpans. “But I have to agree with Lando on this one, it’s a good idea.”

“Ah, no I won’t accept this. You don’t count, you didn’t even lose.” Max protests, narrowing his eyes in his direction. Oscar just shrugs innocently.

“See? It’s three against you, Max. Losers pay.” Lando concludes, twisting the damp towel around his neck just to smack it against Oscar’s shoulder.

Oscar smacks his own against his head in return, leading to a quick banter that inevitably brings the eyes of other people at the court towards them, as if being a bunch of drivers in a public space wasn’t already enough.

“But I never agreed to anything.” George mumbles.

“Either way, it’s always your fault, Russell.” Max teases, squeezing his forearm for a second as he shoulders past him.

George swats it away weakly, his skin almost feeling like burning where there’s still the faintest feeling of a pressure. When he looks down at it, he swears he can see something glowing under the fabric of his thermal T-shirt, like a flicker, or even a spark, as if his skin is trying to light up on fire all of a sudden.

“George.” He snaps his head up at the sound of his name, heartbeat growing faster in his chest, pounding, pounding, pounding- “Did you hit your head? Come on let’s go before he gets even more strange ideas.”

George has to admit that Lando knows his stuff when it comes to eating. Perhaps being as picky as he is helps in that matter, but George still appreciates the choice of a small spot, private, a bit more distant from the other tables.

They are not worried about being stopped, anyway, there’s not many tourists wondering about in Monaco when so close to Christmas, and definitely not on a weekday.

Oscar is a pretty good conversationalist, George already knew that, so he spends most of the dinner talking with him about his plans for the Holidays and his sister dealing with her first semester in Chemical Engineering while Lando and Max chat about a game or something Martin’s related, probably.

But the strange feeling on his chest remains constant, like a gentle blow against his skin, right under the sweater he had brought as a change.

From nothing more than a distant sensation, it starts to properly itch halfway through the meal, when Max moves his chair closer to the table and their knees knock against each other, and George almost jumps out of his skin at the sudden touch.

Max looks at him weirdly, his raised eyebrows trying to ask questions that George does not have the answer to, so he just shots him his politest smile and goes back to his glass of water.

Too often than he would like, the itch becomes so unbearable that he has to scratch it, shoving a hand under his sweater and rubbing his fingernails until he’s sure his skin must be all raw and red and pretends like it’s nothing.

Oscar, at least, doesn’t seem to pay it any attention, or if he notices anything weird, he’s kind enough to not point it out.

To avoid talking about racing it’s pretty easy, nobody wants to be reminded of their respective places in the Championship, with Max missing second place to Carlos for a bunch of points, George grazing the top three but not reaching it, and both Lando and Oscar still left behind.

They had all hoped for something better, with all the new regulations, with all the new possibilities. At the very least, they’re all happy for the end to Charles’ long suffering.

George does not pay at all, in the end, because as soon as he makes a gesture of taking his wallet out, Max is rolling his eyes and huffing and shoving his arm behind his back saying something about being the one who earns the most out of the four of them, anyway.

At that point, George’s chest might as well have caught on fire with how much his skin starts to burn.

He’ll blame it on stress, he thinks, because it has been a stressful bunch of months, from first to fourth in a span of a year does something to your head and George hasn’t exactly been in the best position to actually deal with whatever was going on inside of himself without people assuming that he was bending to the challenges of his new teammate.

Lando and Oscar say goodbye with half hugs and promises of catching each other during the rest of the break that George knows are just a polite way of saying that if they happen to be in the same place at the same time, then they should try and meet up.

But it will probably be impossible with Lando flying from one part of the world to another doing things that they are all pretty sure he shouldn’t be allowed to do at all.

They leave together, arguing like kids about some stupid thing with knocking shoulders and twinning heads ducked down, hip to hip, arm to arm, always doing the same thing but not quite, and George has to properly spread a hand over his chest when he’s left alone with Max and his skin starts to feel like thousands of pins prickling at it, sharp and annoying and oh so unbearable.

It’s just stress, it’s alright, he just needs to go back home and run himself a good bath with those salt things that Charles got him for Secret Santa last month, and then, tomorrow, he’ll just have to catch up with Aleix and find the number of his therapist and book an appointment or two. He’ll detox at his parents’ house and then at the New Years’ party and then he’ll be all focused for the next season.

Just like every other time.

“Russell.”

A hand wraps around his bicep, small but strong. It feels heavy on him, perhaps he lost too much weight. His heart thumps uncontrollably against his ribcage, and George knows that if he were to take a look at his chest right now, he would probably catch another spark.

But maybe it’s all in his imagination, he’s just stressed.

Max looks at him from the tip of his big nose, his eyes smiling with the corners of his lips as he pats George’s shoulder, almost affectionately. And it looks good on him, George has just changed his mind, the third place almost makes him seem more human, more reachable, even if George had already reached him last year (but it never felt as right as it does now).

He likes that.

Max squeezes one last time, knocking their arms against each other. It’s not a hug like Lando, but it’s something close to it and it makes George feel acknowledged in that weird kind of way you that only Max’s things make him feel.

“Just don’t be a stranger, yeah?” It doesn’t sound as empty as George would’ve expected.

Max disappears in Monaco’s breeze with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket and his head turned to the side to look at the coast following him, or it’s him who follows the coast. It’s not that simple to guess when George feels the way he does about him.

He stares at the broad expanse of his back until he’s nothing more than a distant figure just like any other person around and he can pretend that he’s no one in the middle of the world.

The blessing of anonymity, he muses, gripping at the hems of his sleeves.

All of a sudden, his chest feels quiet.

#gax #max verstappen/george russell #max verstappen #george russell #lando norris #oscar piastri #ao3 fanfic

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alimaybankkk · 1 year

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∞ 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 ∞

summary: are drunk words sober thoughts? your drunk self thinks so. after an argument, jj breaks up with you and it haunts you until you decide to take action on figure eight.

warnings: mad angst, addiction

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

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i miss the way the light danced in his eyes. they twinkled only when i looked at them or when i wiped tears from them.

no one else saw jj maybank as a kind soul.

“he’s nothing but a fool.”

“he hits and then he runs.”

“jj maybank is a criminal.”

but i did.

i still do.

perhaps if i never drank that extra drop of beer would i have kept him in my life. but i sipped hard that night at the kegger, going to mouth nothing but mistakes to the only boy in the world that catered to my needs.

sure, jj was a criminal. but i was too. we were criminals together. our favorite rule to break was ‘no pogue on pogue macking.’

but there was pogue on pogue,

and there was macking.

* i’ve laid every night of my life since that night of the breakup in my bed, wishing i was spending it with jj.

it does feel like he hit and ran. he ran, ran, ran away from me as soon as i said those old words to him.

they replay in my head every day.

“𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐣𝐣. 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.”

and every day i hear those words in my head, cringing every time at just the thought.

he’d raised an eyebrow.

“𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤.”

i’d giggled, putting a hand to his cheek and staring straight into his eyes.

“𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬.”

but those drunk words were not any sober thoughts of mine. i still don’t even know where they came from.

jj had nodded, thinning his lips.

“𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦.”

i pinch myself. stop thinking about it.

“𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨.”

then i had turned to walk away, stumbling and tripping on the sand.

“𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐨. 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞.”

“damnit, damnit, damnit!” i scream, punching my pillow and cursing as tear cloud my eyes.

there is nothing i want more than jj. i miss his smell, his touch, his hair, his eyes and his lips that would kiss mine in the middle of the night and the lips that would tell me i’m beautiful.

i sob into my pillow, picking the wall. “how the fuck could i do this to myself? what is wrong with me?”

i turn on my phone. no messages from my best friends since the breakup.

it’s pretty evident they took his side, leaving me to wallow all alone.

but i’m going to change that.

* i pace on the sidewalk, stepping beside the twinkie as it pulls up.

i cross my fingers, hoping jj is not inside.

he isn’t.

sarah, kie, john b, pope and cleo step out with concern.

“hi,” i say awkwardly, expecting angry faces. they just seemed nervous.

“hey,” pope responds, scratching his neck.

“can we talk?”

they all nod, walking over to a bench right next to a neighborhood. i follow them.

“um,” i start, taking a deep breath. “i guess jj probably told you about what happened..”

they nod. john b sighs. “he told us everything.”

i bite my lip. “and just saying, you have every right to judge that i’m in the wrong.”

cleo shrugs. “i don’t really care. i just miss us being friends again.”

“i do, too. but i know you guys would choose jj over me.”

there is no protests. it’s just silent awareness. sarah steps up. “i’m sorry.”

i shrug. “whatever makes you happy, you know?”

pope swallows. “listen, i don’t want things to get better. i really do! it’s just… jj hasn’t been so reasonable.”

“i’m a bitch,” i mutter under my breath. “what’s he doing?”

“alcohol. weed. the usual. just… overly more constant.” kiara says.

“shit!” i cry. “damnit!”

john b frowns. “it’s taken a toll on you, hasn’t it?”

i nod. “yea. i hate myself so much. i just… i think i need to talk to him, y’know?”

everyone tries to get words out, but it’s only spluttering. pope is the only person to make a slightly coherent sentence. “it might be-be—um. best if you didn’t?”

“where is he at right now?”

john b sighs. “um, figure eight.”

“tonight’s midsummers. he’s going, right?”

john b nods. “he’s going. but i’m not sure if he’ll listen to you.”

i bite my lip. “the only way for me to get in is if kiara invites me.”

kiara turns her head. “i don’t know. i don’t know if i should.”

i grab her hands. “kie, come on! we’ve been friends since first grade. you HAVE to do this for me if you want to have that friendship back again.”

she freezes, then she sighs. “does anybody have a pen?”

i grin as pope reaches into his bag and gives her a pink ball point and she grabs a post-it note. she scribbles something out for a second and then hands it to me.

𝒊, 𝒌𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂, 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒚/𝒏 𝒚/𝒍/𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒔.

i hugged her, lifting my foot. “he’s working, right?”

she nods. “and wear a cute dress to make your ass look good. you know he used to fold over that.”

i try not to laugh, but i fail, slapping her on the back.

* sarah had come over to help me get ready.

i raise a necklace to the height of my shoulders, and then another one to the height of my shoulders. “which necklace? gold or silver?”

“with that red dress?” sarah asks, combing her hair out. “definitely gold. what are you even thinking?”

i sigh. “sorry, i’m not exactly a kooky fashionista. none of these kind of events have ever been offered to me. i’m a little nervous.”

she raises an eyebrow. “for being around kooks or being around jj?”

i giggle, turning around so sarah can put on my necklace. “and the dress? how does it look?”

i hear an exhale from behind me. “your ass looks good. jj will NOT handle you tonight.”

i suppress a laugh, hoping she’s right.

* i stand on the balcony with sarah who is biting her finger nails. “there he is.”

she points him out and my gaze follows. he looks so pretty.

i’ve never seen him that dressed up. i’ve never even seen him dressed up before, actually. he looks uncomfortable until he spots the bar, immediately turning to grab a drink.

my breath gets stuck in my throat and sarah has to slap my back before i breathe again. “you good?”

“yeah.. yeah, it’s just…” i stop myself. i can’t tell if it’s how he looks—breathtaking—or the way he chugs down beer after beer.

“he’s been doing that since the kegger. went straight back to the guest room at the chateau and just chugged.” sarah tells me.

i force a smile. “are you trying to make me feel guilty?”

she shrugs. “it’ll most likely be the only way for you to go down there and get your man.”

“i will. just give me some time.” i say and walk downstairs.

i avoid, at all costs, the bar. i even go near the bonfire and talk to some random kooks i’ve never heard of before finding kiara.

she’s dancing. she’s dancing with a random guy i’ve never seen before who really seems to like her. a little too much.

i gasp and pull her out of the crowd, bringing her into a little hallway. “kiara, what do i do?”

she squirms. “damn, firm grip!”

“how do i talk to jj?”

she shrugs. “just say any word and he’ll want to talk to you. you know how droolly he gets when you wear that dress.”

i bite my lip, trying to hide my smile, but i fail. “go. go dance, i’ll find him.”

she does so, running back inside to the man she was dancing with before. i straighten my dress with the sweaty palms of my hands before making my way to the bar.

i wish, for some reason, that this was a masquerade ball. anything to hide my face would be great. i spot a plant on the ledge of a table and grab it, hovering it over my face and continuing to walk.

i reach jj, who is smoking a joint right in front of me. i frown and grab his hand. he stumbles as i pull him away from everyone else.

still pulling him away from everyone else, i hear him chuckle. “there’s no need to hide your face, y/n, i can tell it’s you.”

i freeze and drop the pot as it shatters. i turn to him. “jj, can we please talk?”

he shrugs. “talk away.”

i take a deep breath. “jj, you are all that matters to me. i’ve spent every night since our breakup sulking in bed and only today have i decided to do something about it. figured out you’d be here and i did everything to see you because i learned that you’ve been drinking and—”

“who told you that?” he interrupted, clenching his jaw.

“the… the pogues. sarah really confessed to it, though.”

“damnit, y/n,” he groans. “it’s an addiction; it’s all because of you.”

i gasp. those are surely the worst words i have ever felt.

“maybe i am just like my dad, now, right?”

“jj,” i say, tears filling my eyes. “i was.. i was drunk, okay?”

he shrugs. “drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“damnit!”

“jj, please. you are all that matters to me; if not more. it hurts so bad. i have not gotten a full three hours of sleep since that night and it hurts so bad to do anything for myself. i cry for you, jj. i cry every night, remembering the words that i said.”

he had started crying now, too. “you ruined me!”

“jj, jj…jj.” i repeat, trying to find the right words. “i know. i’m going to help you, okay? i will do NOTHING but help you.”

he sobs. “i really am just like my dad.”

“you’re nothing like your dad. he’s terrible, okay? and you’re not. you could never be.” i pull him into a hug. i kiss his bicep, hoping he hugs me back.

reluctantly, he wraps his arms around me and kisses my head. “i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry i was so quick to get rid of you. i am so sorry i tried so hard to move on.”

“i’m sorry i got us into this mess,” i say, finally looking up at him. he lets out a sob once more before pulling me into a kiss.

“i was never mad at you,” he says, “that whole time, i only wanted you back. but i didn’t think you loved me anymore.”

“i do, jj,” i say. “i love you so much.”

“i love you, too.”

“and even though we’re not from figure eight, i will love you for what figure eight represents.”

he cringes and laughs. “i kinda get what that meant, but it was hella corny.”

i sigh, taking in the smell of him. this is definitely the happiest i’ve ever been.

#jj x reader #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj obx #jj maybank x reader #obx imagine #obx fic #outerbanks #obx #outerbanks fic #outer banks

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giasfolklore · 7 months

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SWEET BATH WITH NANAMI ‼️

⋆˙⟡♡— can’t breathe oh my god so here comes a nanami smut 💋

⋆˙⟡♡— minors dni ( only 17+ )

⋆˙⟡♡— you’re nanami’s wife to be, now I guess you have it figured out huh? ;)

I connect my phone to my speaker and turn on some music. I untie my robe and I let it fall off my body and I walk towards the shower. I open the glass door of the shower entrance and walk in the water hits my bare body and I groan at the warmth of it.

I grab some soap and slowly rub it on my body with a loofah. I rinse myself off and begin washing my hair with shampoo and then spa cream. Someone knocks on the glass door and I jump. I quickly spin around with wide eyes but soon relax when I realise it’s my fiancé Nanami. He has a towel wrapped around his waist and he drops it underneath, he’s very much naked. I bite my lip with tinted cheeks and I see his thick hot cock.

“May I join you?” I quickly nod and he smirks. Nanami opens the door and he walks in standing behind me. “How was your day?.” I whisper

“Stressful but better, now that I’m here with you” he whispers back, he always has a way with words, literally one of the reason why I fell for him.

“Oh yeah?” I question while turning around, making the warm water hit my back. “How much better?.” I whisper and look into his black eyes. I bite my lip and place a hand on his sculpted chest.

“A lot better” he whispers and wraps his large arms around me pressing his hard cock against my stomach. I stand on my tippy toes and kiss him on the lips. He responds quickly and fights me for dominance.

My ever flutter closed while we battle for dominance. Nanami wins but I don’t mind. I love his dominance. It makes him so much hotter. “Baby if we don’t stop I’m not going to be able to control myself.” he mumbles huskily against my lips, my knees feeling like jelly as he kisses down my neck.

“Don’t stop baby” I mumble breathlessly. I moan as his fingers grip my ass harshly. “ I love you so much but please fuck me ” I growl and his green tinted eyes darken with lust.

“I love you too, but I’m not fucking you” he says, making me frown “I’m going to make love to you over, over and over again.” My pussy tingles at Nanami’s words. Oh my god. He quickly turns off the shower and turns back to me. “I’m going to make the whole neighbourhood know my name.”

“do it.” I daringly say. His eyes darken more and he wastes no time in pulling me closer to him. I smash my lips against his when he grabs my ass. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes my back against the cold tile wall shower, making me shiver but giggle. I kiss him hungrily and he kisses back with as much emotion. He detaches his mouth from mine and pins my arms above my head. My legs tighten around his waist pressing his cock against my pussy. I almost scream out in pleasure when he captures my nipple in his mouth, surrounding it in warmth. He flicks his tongue across my nipple and then bites down on it softly. I moan at the new feeling. My pussy tingles as Nanami continues to run his tongue along my nipple. He moves to the other nipple repeating what he did to the first one.

He removes his mouth from my boobs and looks at me with lust clouding his eyes. He reaches down towards his cock and placed it against my entrance. This fucker is teasing me! “D-don’t tease m-” I’m cut off as nanami enters me roughly. I cry out in pleasure as he begins thrusting into me. My nails rake up and down his back most likely leaving scratch marks “Fuck!”

“What’s that about teasing?.” he grunts out as he continues thrusting into me.

“Shut up” I moan out . I grab his head and smash my lips against his. His mouth captures his grunts. His hands grip my waist making him slam into me roughly. I bite his lip and pull it towards me making him moan. “You’re so hot” he grunts out. My eyes flutter closed as the knot in my stomach begins to tighten. “ I’m going to cum.” I pant as he slams into me harder. “ cum for me baby!” he whispers as his thrusts become sloppy. I nod and tightly squeeze my eyes shut. He stiffens and buries his head on my shoulder. His thrusts become sloppier and he slams into me. “I love you so fucking much.” Nanami whispers in my ear while breathing heavily. He kisses my neck and holds me against him. He slowly pulls out of me I groan, now feeling sore. I lay my head against his shoulder and close my eyes. “ Did I hurt you?.” he asks worriedly.

“I’m just sore and no you were great like always.” I tell him and I look into his eyes. He nods with a smile and i peck his lips.

He unwraps my legs from around his waist and slowly places my feet on the tile floor. My legs wobble and I hold onto his arm for support. I try to take a step but whimper at the pain between my legs. I close my eyes and my nails dig into his arm. “im sorry” he whispers. “let me run you a bath.” he says while picking me up bridal style. I snuggle into his chest enjoying his warmth. I open my eyes as he places me on the edge of the bathtub. He turns on the water and the water begins filling up the bathtub. “hey” I whisper and his eyes snap over to me. “you don’t have to apologise, being sore after amazing sex is normal” I tell him caress his face when he leans down to kiss my forehead. “I know I just don’t like seeing you in pain, especially if I’m the cause of your pain, I love you so much.”

“and I love you.” I respond. He kisses me on the lips places me in the bath. He sits behind me with his arms wrapped around me. I lean into him and close my eyes. He attacks my face with light kisses and I giggle. “beautiful” he murmurs. The rest of our night is spent in the bathtub and we eventually get out when the water gets cold.

#nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #jujutsu nanami #nanami smut #nanami x you #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanamin #jjk #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jujutsu sorcerer

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