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captainfern · 9 months

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me, patiently waiting for any marigold updates because i can’t get enough of dbf!price: :3c

(in all seriousness tho i love your work so much you have converted me into a price slut and i am eternally grateful)

(live laugh love barry sloane)

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Marigold pt. 4

dbf!Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“Marigold” by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - price is deployed for over four months. photos and phone calls aren’t enough. when he gets home, you fuck lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 6.5k • warnings - fem!reader, dad’sbestfriend!price, established relationship?, age gap [whatever you want it to be as long as it's legal lmao], exchange of explicit photographs, phone sex, mutual masturbation through the phoneeeee, unprotected piv, oral [f!receiving], fingering, praise, light degradation, a sprinkle of dacryphilia, breeding kink [yk fern be serious when it's in bold], creampies, strong language, fluffy at the end, porn with a bit of plot i guess, um... i think that's it omfg i need to take a breath after typing this

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the longer dbf!price fic i told you all i'd write

*rings little bell* dinner is served whores

Deployment was never easy for Price. Even when he didn't have anyone waiting at home for him, leaving the safety of what was familiar to him was stressful enough. He never showed it, though. He had a taskforce to captain. He couldn't afford to get homesick during missions of life and death.

But now...

Now, things were different.

He had you waiting for him. Sure, you weren't waiting for him in the sanctuary of his home— like he wanted you too— but you were still waiting for him.

So this deployment was especially hard for Price. The night before he left, he popped around to your house to say goodbye to your dad. They talked for a while as you listened in from the top of the stairs. When it was time for Price to leave, he stood at the bottom with his arm resting along the bannister, looking up at you.

"Say bye to Price, honey." Your dad said.

"Bye, Price. Stay safe." You said politely, your dad smiling gently at you.

Price's jaw ticked before he nodded in return. "Thanks."

He wanted nothing more for you to bound down the stairs and launch yourself into his arms. He wanted to hold you tight to him as you whispered in his ear. He wanted to litter your face in kisses and run his hands along your back and arse. He wanted to mutter into your ear, telling you he'll be back to you in no time. Back to you.

Instead, he turned on his heel, your dad offering him a hearty slap on the back as he walked Price onto the front porch. You watched them go, your heart in your throat. Your eyes stung with tears, chest beginning to heave. So, before the emotions could bubble to the surface, you retreated into your bedroom in search of sleep.

You didn't see Price look over his shoulder in search of you.

•º•

Price texted you when he could. Which, to your dismay, was not a lot.

A couple times every week, maybe, if service was good. Most of the time, it was a short burst of conversation. A couple of exchanged words before he was back into the thick of his mission. Even more common, he'd text you a huge paragraph before he went dark for several days, leaving you to reread the heart-warming message over and over again with tears in your vision.

A month passed like this.

During this time, the mission was critical for Price, so you understood why his attention was elsewhere. But, after about six days of anxiously waiting for a text, you got one.

————Hey, sweetheart. How've you been? alright. work sucks as usual. how are you?———— ————Not bad. I miss you. i miss you too. oh my god don't make me cry————

You managed to talk a bit more, before he was gone. With a simple goodbye, and a couple of x's, no more messages came through. You found yourself rereading the conversation over and over again, your stomach knotted with anxiety.

You lay back in bed, snuggling beneath your blankets. It was late, and you had work in the morning, but you doubt you'd be getting much sleep. Your stomach was a swirl of nerves, and sadness continued to simmer in the back of your mind.

You grabbed hold of the neckline of the tee you were wearing, bringing it up to your face and inhaling deeply. It smelt like Price. Your favourite cologne of his, too— all rich and masculine, with a hint of cigar smoke. You whined into the shirt.

You missed him so much.

•º•

Another entire month passed.

Price was on edge, too.

The 141 boys had noticed it. Price was a bit shorter and snappier with them. He smoked an extra cigar each day, too, and would smoke it right to it's last dying embers.

He was still doing his job really well— as soon as they were out on the field, Price let nothing distract him. But, in the solace of a safe house, or other place away from the fighting and shooting, Price's emotions were altered. He found himself checking his phone, despite having absolutely no reception where they were. He spent hours before missions checking, and re-checking the equipment, muttering meticulously to himself.

Gaz tried to ask what had Price so worked up. Price dismissed him, stating it was nothing. Gaz wasn't convinced, but didn't want to get in Price's way. Soap poked fun at his captain, but that didn't last long after a scolding from both Price and Ghost. Ghost would give Price a look when the captain would check his phone for the umpteenth time that morning.

"Something on your mind, captain?" Ghost asked.

Price shook his head. "Nothing, mate."

He was a goddamn liar.

He pulled out his phone again, opening your messages. It had been two weeks since your last conversation. You had been the one to sign off. The time differences were not helpful.

————ok, talk to you later :) stay safe! miss you x

He felt his throat go tight.

Fuck.

He missed you so much.

•º•

Two more months ticked past.

Four months since he'd left.

It was absolute torture for both you and Price.

Luckily, Price and the 141 found themselves hunkering down in an area with reception. Price was ecstatic when he saw those bars appear in the top left corner of his phone screen. Throughout the entire day, he felt as though his phone was burning a hole through his pocket. He was itching to text you. To talk to you.

It was like a shadow, looming over him— the temptation of stepping aside and pulling out his phone so that he could text you.

He wanted to tell you that he was alright, and that he'd be home soon. He and the boys were safe. More importantly, he wanted to know if you were safe— how were you? How was everything at home? At work? What had you been up too? Where have you been recently?

By the time the 141 reached the next safe house for rest, it was late at night. Pitch-black, the taskforce dragged themselves into the house and separated almost immediately, chasing sleep while fending off exhaustion long enough to find a bed or couch. Price found himself across the house, tucked away in one of the rooms as he pulled his phone from his pocket while he kicked off his shoes and prepared to get into bed.

Immediately, his phone screen lit up with numerous text messages from you. He smiled wide, his heart soaring. With a trembling hand, he opened the messages, his heart beating excitedly against his ribcage. The thought of you made his heart race.

————captainnnnn i miss you so much ––––four months is too long i'm going insane ––––i miss you more than anything

Price chewed on his bottom lip, clearing his throat as sadness swelled there. He turned off his phone and blinked into the darkness for a moment, before switching it back on. There was a break in the messages by about an hour, Price noticed.

————fuck price i need you ————open this alone [image] x3

His smile dropped at the most recent text messages, sent just seconds ago. He blinked at the three photos, his mouth dropping open in shock. The shock was quickly replaced by need as his cock hardened in his trousers and he let out a low groan.

You fucking tease.

The first photo was a selfie of you from the waist up— you were wearing his t-shirt, which pooled around you. You were propped up in bed, face shiny with moisturiser, skin dewey with the aftereffects of being fresh out the shower. It was tame, but your nipples showing clearly through the cotton of the shirt made Price's eyebrows quirk in intrigue. A smirk settled on his face, and he spent a good five minutes just looking at your pretty features.

When he swiped to the next photo, he muttered a "fucking hell" out loud. A mirror selfie, with that floor-length mirror you had in your room. You were twisted half away from the camera, with your arse to the mirror and your upper torso towards the side. You wore a tiny fucking thong, the curve of your arse on full display, making Price release a shaky breath. You still wore his shirt, too, but hoisted it up with your free hand, exposing your abdomen and a small sliver of skin from your tits.

Price hands shook as he reluctantly swiped to the next one, his cock painfully hard in his cargos. He quickly unbuckled his belt with his freehand as the last photograph illuminated the screen.

"Christ." Price hissed, dipping his hand into his boxers and pulling his cock out.

You, wearing absolutely fucking nothing, standing in front of your mirror in such a way that Price groaned into the air, tossing his head back. You looked so good, so fucking good. Your bare legs, your hips and thighs, your tummy and waist, your tits. Fuck, you looked so pretty.

He gripped his cock firmly, hissing out a breath, eyes taking in every inch of your body. He quickly spat into his palm, before stroking himself, paying careful attention to the underside of his tip, just like you would.

He groaned lowly, careful not to disturb the rest of the task force across the house. Teeth biting into his bottom lip, he fucked his fist in the darkness, his phone screen illuminating his face in a soft white glow. Your photo on screen, he could imagine the hot suction of your mouth on his cock— the purposeful movements of your tongue along the one prominent vein running up the lefthand side; the cheeky skim of your teeth when you pressed your nose into his hair, tip of his cock at the back of your throat.

"Fuck, pretty girl—" He whispered, dark hooded eyes on his phone, his thumb flicking between each photo.

He could imagine more, too. The tight, wet grip of your cunt around his cock, taking more and more. He choked on a low moan at the thought. Your pretty cunt— always dripping for him, soaking your best underwear as you rode his thigh; the tight heat as you rode his cock, tip slamming into your cervix with soft wet sounds.

Price spat onto the head of his cock again, trying to imagine it was you doing it. The speed of his hand sent wet clicks through the room, paired with deep, hushed grunts and groans. Price had dropped his phone onto the bed next to him, propping it up on the pillow so he could still see your photos. But pleasure was quickly taking over his body, his free hand at his balls as he fucked his fist to the thought of you, you, you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He whispered, movements desperate.

Swiftly, he grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it up, biting it between his teeth to expose his abdomen. Groaning around the fabric, he came up his stomach, white splattering along the soft ridges of muscle. He whispered your name as he stroked himself through it; stroked himself until his hips twitched in overstimulation, and his cock softened in his hand, slick with his release.

He breathed hard, hand sticky.

Thinking in an exhausted post-nut haze, he grabbed his phone and snapped a couple pics of himself. Of his cum splattered up across his abdomen, through his happy trail; and of his cock in his hand, painted white.

He wanted to roll his eyes. He felt like a horny fucking teenager.

Price sent you the pair of photos before he made quick work of hurrying to the bathroom and cleaning himself up without waking anyone. When he returned to his room, his phone was illuminating again with more messages.

————holy fuck price oh my god ————fuck you're so hot i can't

Price couldn't help but smile as he settled into bed.

You started it, sweetheart.———— ————yeah. did you like them? I think the photos I just sent make it obvious.———— ————you wanked to my photos captain?

Price laughed. Of course he did. He had a whole collection on his phone, photos and videos, of you in varying states that he fucked his fist too each night he missed you.

Of course I did, pretty girl. Just look at you.———— ————price... You're so fucking beautiful.———— ————price don't make me horny. i have work 😭

Price smiled softly at your messages, his breathing calming. He felt an overwhelming sense of pride in the way you talked to him; how you texted him and called him; how you still called him Price after all this time. Your Captain Price.

Call me later if you can, sweetheart.———— ————i will. miss you so much I miss you too. Have a great day at work.———— ————i'll try. stay safe, old man x

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A week went by. Just one more week until Price was home free. Four and a half months away was brutal.

His emotions were slowly becoming harder and harder to ignore. He found himself thinking of you constantly. He missed you so much it was making him worry— worry about you, about his boys, about the end of the mission. Fuck, his mind was going a hundred miles an hour, but his main thoughts were all about you.

The week didn't have as much contact with you as he would've liked. He found himself fucking his fist to the file of saved videos he had of you— wet cunt taking his fingers, his cock, your mouth whimpering his name, his rank.

Goddamn it, he felt like a teenager. Constantly horny for the pretty girl who sent him nudes. Wanking to said nudes almost every night. What had gotten into him?

He kept thinking about how there was one week until he was home. That kept him going. One week until he could hold you in his arms, hug you, kiss you, absorb your presence. One week until he could shove his cock, his tongue, his fingers into your tight cunt.

He screwed his eyes shut. What the fuck, Price.

It's like you knew he was thinking about you.

Price jolted when his phone vibrated on the table beside his bed. He leaned over and grabbed it, leaning against the headboard and smiling as he saw your name flash on screen. He answered, trying to keep his excitement to hear your voice at bay.

"Hey, pretty girl." He drawled, and he heard you whine softly through the phone, making his smile stretch tenfold.

"Hi, Price," you whispered, and the sound of your voice alone had Price's stomach erupting in butterflies. You sounded tired, as though you'd just woken up.

"Did you wake up to call me?" Price asked.

"Mm... maybe," you replied. "But it's okay. I wanted to call you."

Price chuckled. "Okay, sweetheart. How've you been?"

"Good... mostly..." You said, words stretching out.

"Mostly?"

"Mhm. I miss you."

"I miss you too." Price whispered his reply, throat growing tight. He cleared his throat to try and dislodge the tight, burning sensation.

"Mm... tell me about your day." You said.

Price did. He talked about the mission, and the things that had been happening these past few months. He explained how this week was closing everything up before he'd be home.

Then, silence followed. Price listened to your breathing, wondering what was going on inside that pretty head of yours. He was about to ask, too, when he heard you release a high-pitched whine. This was followed by the rustling of sheets, and a shaky inhale of breath from you.

"You alright?" Price asked, and your response was a low moan.

Price's cheeks flared red as he listened to the soft sounds filtering through the phone. Then, he pressed his tongue to his bottom lip, smiling as he listened to you.

"You touching yourself, pretty girl?"

"Fuck—" You whispered. "Y-yeah. Miss you so m-much and you sound so g-good."

Price chuckled lowly, at the right baritone that made you whimper. Price continued to smile to himself as he dipped his free hand into his boxers and pulled his hardening cock out, giving it a couple of strokes before he began speaking to you.

"Tell me what you're doing," he whispered as his cock hardened more, your noises music to his ears. "Be a good girl and tell me how you're touching yourself."

You moaned. "Ah... 'm using my fingers."

"Yeah?"

"Y-yeah... two."

Price spat into his hand and gripped his cock, spreading it along his length.

"Imagining they're yours," you breathed. "But... fuck— they're not big enough, Price— fuck— s'not you."

You were almost sobbing now, and Price could hear how wet you were. Loud, slick sounds. Hell, it felt like Price was there.

He listened to the way you fucked your fingers into your cunt, the way you sobbed out for him, breathing erratically.

"You sound so fucking wet, sweetheart," Price muttered, fucking his fist. "Such a perfect cunt. Come on, add another finger."

Price heard you sob out a moan as you added another finger into your aching core. Price imagined your body trembling against your bed, hips shunting forward to try and notch your fingers deeper. But they wouldn't go deeper. They weren't Price's.

"Captain—" You moaned sweetly, and that made Price's cock jerk violently in his hand. He cursed as you fought to spit out a sentence through a moan. "Feels so good."

"Yeah? I bet it does, sweetheart. Good girl, keep fucking that pretty wet cunt with your fingers. That’s a good girl." Price whispered deeply, listening to your sounds.

He was breathing hard, too. Grunting and groaning into the phone, making your cunt clench around your fingers. You released whimpers and whines in response as you tried desperately to chase your release using your fingers, imagining they were your captains.

Ultimately though, it was his words that were sending you closer to release.

"That's it, that's it, such a good girl," Price said. "Fuck that pretty cunt. When— ah, fuck— when I get home, I'm gonna stuff you full, sweetheart. Stuff that pretty cunt with my cock. You want that? You want me to fill you up? O'course you fucking do, my perfect girl."

You bit your lip, moaning. "Price, m'gonna—"

"Cum for me. Cum 'round your fingers like a good girl."

Price listened to your orgasm with his mouth agape, fastening the pace of his hand. He whined your name under his breath, breathing hard, no doubt loud where your phone was pressed to your ear.

"Coming, sweetheart," Price panted, lower stomach tightening. "M'coming—"

He came in hot spurts all over his cock, thighs, hand and upper arm. Residual splatters went up his bare abdomen, too.

He breathed hard into the phone. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you when I get home."

He heard you laugh. "What a way to ruin the mood, captain."

•º•

When Price got home, he didn't even bother unpacking. He dumped all of his shit in the hallway, kicking off his boots while pulling up your contact on his phone. He sent you a text, telling you to come over, and your reply was instantaneous.

Come over.———— ————you're home??? Sure am. Don't keep me waiting.———— ————i'm on my way

Excitement built inside him as he smiled down at your message. Never had he ever felt this way about a person before.

He moved around the darkness of his home, turning on the lights and drawing the curtains. He sighed to himself, finally making the effort of taking his bags upstairs and putting them in one of the spare rooms. He'd sort them out tomorrow.

With excitement to see you still heavy in his body, he had a quick shower and scrubbed away the remnants of his deployment. Afterwards, he got dressed, pulling grey sweatpants [lol hehe] over his boxers just as he heard the engine of a car in his driveway. His heart fluttered and, not bothering to put on a shirt, he hurried downstairs.

When he threw open the door, you had a fist raised to knock. You squeaked in surprise when he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you inside, slamming the door shut and locking it, before pinning you against it. He slotted his mouth to yours, and you gasped into the kiss, before wrapping your arms around his bare shoulders.

Price pulled out of the kiss after a long moment, breathing deeply as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Hello to you too," you joked, smiling. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," Price replied. "So much."

You leaned in and kissed him this time, taking the lead. He groaned happily, putting both hands on your waist and pulling your lower half into his. You hummed into the kiss, tongues smoothing together, as he nudged your legs apart with his knee and settled it at your already aching core.

"Remember what I said to you on the phone last week?" Price asked, as you peppered his face in kisses. He fought off a smile.

"That you'd fuck the shit out of me when you get home?"

"Mhm."

"Yeah, I remember," you smiled, nipping his earlobe. "You gonna do it, or no?"

"Cheeky..." He muttered, kissing you one last time before spinning you away from the door. He pushed you away from him with a smack to the arse.

He nodded to the stairs. "You know where I want you."

His words went straight to your core.

With a building ache between your legs, you shakily kicked off your shoes. Then, you bounded up the stairs, wiggling your arse as you went. You giggled when Price groaned, following just a few steps behind.

You practically skipped into his bedroom. You turned around just as he walked in, pulling you closer to him straight away. Hands on your hips, he kissed you hard, his tongue pushing against yours, exploring your mouth. The kiss was full of longing and desperation— all of Price's pent up emotion from four months apart.

Price guided you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed. He lay you down on your back, shifting you so you had your head on his pillows. He followed, crawling over top of you, continuing the kiss. You tugged at his hair with one hand, the other moving to the waistband of his sweatpants. You skimmed a fingernail over the elastic.

Price broke the kiss. He licked his lips, savouring the taste of you.

"Impatient, are we?" He queried as your fingers pulled the waistband of his sweatpants down, exposing his boxers and the imprint of his hard cock.

You cupped his bulge and he grunted.

"It's been four months, Price. Of course I'm fucking impatient." You quipped, squeezing lightly.

He cursed, eyes shutting, hips canting into your touch. After a second, he opened his eyes and battered your hand away from him. He slunk downwards until he rested between your legs. You propped yourself up on your elbows, cocking your head to the side as he took off your trousers and your underwear.

The scene was oddly tender. He placed kisses along the bare skin of your legs as he pulled your trousers and underwear away. He tossed them across the room, resuming the trail of kisses along your thighs and knees. He kissed right past your most sensitive part, and you blew out a breath, as his lips pecked over your hips, navel and tummy while he pushed your shirt up.

You helped him pull your shirt over your head.

"No bra?" Price remarked, hands automatically cupping your tits. "Naughty girl."

He tweaked your nipples, making you whine.

"Price, please..." You begged, voice trailing off as he pinched at your sensitive nipples.

"Hmm? What do you want?"

You felt your face heating up. "Want your mouth on me."

"Yeah? My pretty girl wants my mouth on her?" Price drawled slowly, edging back down your body until he was settled comfortably between your legs. He gripped the plush flesh of your thighs in two large hands, squeezing and groping.

You whined, feeling his breath fan across your dripping core. "Please, sir."

He hummed, content. "You always ask so nicely. Such a good girl for me, sweetheart."

You and Price both moaned when he sealed his mouth over your clit first. He circled the bud with his tongue, your hips bucking, hands fisting the sheets at your sides. The vibrations of his moans made your mouth drop open.

His facial hair tickled your inner thighs as he sucked on your clit. He skimmed his teeth along the top of the sensitive bud, and you cried out, shooting one hand down to grab his hair. He grunted when you tugged. He then dragged his tongue down your folds slowly— so slowly you thought you might have a fucking heart attack at the sensations— before circling your soaking hole.

"Such a needy fucking cunt," Price mused directly into your core. "Always so wet for me."

Price licked into you, making you bite back a scream. Four months without his mouth on you had driven you to the brink of insanity. You gripped his hair, urging him closer as the solid muscle of his tongue moved in and out of your core. The sounds were slurping wet, echoing loudly in your ears. They played amongst a chorus of Price's grunts and groans, and your whines and whimpers, producing an orchestra of sounds.

His beard scratched the sensitive skin. Not that you minded. It only added to the tight coil in your lower tummy that was twisting tighter and tighter, your body shining with sweat.

"Price, I'm so close." You sobbed as he continued to lick into you, his eyes watching your facial expressions change.

Price dragged his tongue in a zig-zag motion up your slit, sucking your clit into his mouth as he watched you squirm. "Ask nicely, sweetheart."

You keened, your climax building so aggressively that your legs trembled in his hold and you felt a thin layer of sweat building on your lower back, still pressed against the soft blankets.

"Please, sir, can I..."

His teeth skated across your clit again, and you moaned loudly.

"Fuck—! Please, sir, p-please, can I cum? Please, please—"

He seemed satisfied with that. He dipped his tongue back into your cunt and stuffed it inside, humming confirmation that you could let go. The hum seemed to punch you straight in the fucking uterus, and you came with a mewling moan. Price lapped it up, pressing your thighs tighter around his head.

He sucked you through your high. While you trembled, he massaged your thighs, tongue moving in and out of you lazily. Just when you were on the verge of overstimulation, Price pulled back. His facial hair glistened with your arousal, sparkling in the semi-darkness.

He tutted at you. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

You hadn't realised tears were streaming down your face.

"Mmmfeltsogood—" You whimpered out in one jumbled word, a couple of tears running over your lips. "Missedyousomuch—"

"My poor girl," Price crawled over you. "My poor, needy girl."

He licked the tears off your lips, before kissing a few off your cheeks. He kissed you deeply once you caught your breath, and you tasted your arousal and the salt from your tears. The arousal on his face smeared onto yours, leaving sticky residue across your chin and cheeks.

"You alright now?" He asked gently, voice soft.

You nodded.

"Good. I'm going to fuck you now, okay?"

Fuck, well okay then.

You nodded again. He chuckled behind a close-lipped smile while he shoved his trousers and boxers down his legs, kicking them onto the floor. You whimpered at the sight of his cock— hard, curving towards his abdomen with a reddened tip leaking ivory beads of pre-cum. A prominent vein ran down the left side, from tip to base, dipping into his pubic hair. His dark happy trail crawled up towards his navel, skimming the base of his abs. You were fucking salivating.

He situated himself between your legs, which you wrapped around his hips as he sat back on his heels. He gripped his cock, hissing as he stared at you. So pretty. All for him.

"Condom?" You joked with a coy smile, watching the copious stream of pre dribbling down his length.

He huffed an amused laugh, leaning over you. Drips of pre landed beside your navel. "As if you don't enjoy me filling this tight cunt."

He wasn't wrong.

He kissed you as he notched his cock at your fluttering entrance, smearing your slick around while his tongue probed against yours.

"I missed you so much," he whispered against your mouth as his head pushed into you. "I missed you so fucking much, sweetheart."

The stretch was still difficult to get used too.

You exhaled a breath, his cock sliding in. "I missed you, too."

Eventually, his cock hit the base of your cervix and you whimpered. He shushed you with another kiss before he moved his face away, eyes darting across your features. He ground his hips into your pelvis, and you whimpered again.

"My girl's so sensitive." He uttered, pulling his cock all the way out. Then he thrust back in, and his brutal pace began— your moans of pleasure his starting gun.

His cock rammed against the plug of your womb repeatedly as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. He had one hand on your hip, the other beside your head as he fucked you into his bed. Your hands ran up and down his back, feeling the smooth planes of muscle. Your hands moved to his chest, squeezing his pecs. You smiled, fingers scraping through the coarse hair. Your hands continued lower, running over his sternum and abs, rubbing over the top of his happy trail.

He grunted, using one hand to snatch both of your wrists. Before you knew it, your hands were pinned above you. Price used one hand to keep your arms in place before his thrusts grew heavier— fucking his fat cock into your soaking cunt. He was fucking the shit out of you, just like he promised.

"That's my girl, just take it," Price grunted. "Take my cock. That's a good girl, sweetheart. That's a good girl. Let this needy cunt take my cock."

You whimpered, chest heaving, sensitive nipples brushing against his chest. The bed creaked beneath you, headboard tapping the wall. His cock continued to bruise your cervix in a way that had your entire body shivering in pleasure.

"Harder." You moaned.

"Harder?" Price chuckled, but obliged— the weight of his thrusts increasing, slamming into the spot within you that had your back arching. "You want it like this? Want it rough? Fucking hell, sweetheart, such a naughty girl."

You bit your lip, hiding your whimpers.

"Yeah, such a naughty girl," Price muttered, eyes zeroed in on where his cock entered you. "Naughty, naughty girl. Letting your dad's best friend fuck you like this. Letting your dad's mate fuck this tight cunt."

That made you moan really loud. His eyes found your face, a vulpine smile developing over his mouth.

"Yeah, you like that? 'Course you do. Needy fucking slut, aren't you, sweetheart? Just love this cock, don't you?"

His words made your core clench. You mewled, a pathetic little sound. You were one more bit of dirty talk away from coming all over his cock—

"Can feel this cunt squeezing me, pretty girl," Price said. "You wanna cum? Go on, then. Cum 'round my cock. Show me how much of a needy slut you are for this cock, darling."

Fucking hell.

You came.

A lot.

You squirted all over his fucking abdomen, and you felt it. Felt the wet gush, felt the warmth. But, above all, you felt the pleasure— tummy tightening, cunt fluttering, legs trembling. Usually, you'd moan his last name. You always had done— Price is what you'd called him since you could remember. Hell, it's what your dad would call him, too.

But this time was different.

"John—!" You cried, and Price smiled as he continued to fuck you.

"Good girl, good fucking girl, there you go," Price moaned through his smile. "Such a perfect girl."

His brutal pace continued, and you were quick to realise that, holy fuck, your third orgasm was looming, pooling in the base of your tummy.

"John..." You whispered.

"John? Thought that made me sound old?" Price mused, pounding into you. "You like that I'm older, don't you, sweetheart? Guys your age can't fuck you like I can."

You mewled again, barely able to keep your eyes open. You were doing your best to watch him. Watch the way he hovered over you, pinning your arms above your head. The way his hips surged with each thrust, slamming himself inside you. You felt the subtle vibrations of his chest against yours as he grunted and groaned.

Your third orgasm reared its head within you, and you felt breathless as the weight of the pleasure pushed moan after moan from your lungs. Price watched you, and the way your mouth dropped open in a continuous harmony of sounds.

His thrusts were becoming sloppier. He was panting, too, as he watched your body grow tight, your cunt constricting his cock in such a way that he grit his teeth to suppress a whimper.

"Come on, beg for me," he whispered, rutting into you desperately. "I know you're close, sweetheart, I know, I know. Just beg for it."

You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes as the pleasure mounted, burning hot inside your tummy. You felt dizzy, too.

"Please, sir, please let me cum, please, I'm s-so close... n' feels so g-good."

He groaned, pleased. "That's my girl. Cum for me."

You did.

You came around him for the third time. You arched as best as you could in order to feel his chest against yours— feel his body, his warmth, his presence. Tears slipped from your eyes as you moaned, and you finally allowed your eyes to flutter closed as you did so.

Your brain was fuzzy and warm and you felt so good. He made you feel so good. The solid weight as he lay over you, the heat of his bare skin, the slight scratch of his light, coarse hair. He stuffed you full, his cock reaching a place far within you that ached each time he spoke. Maybe it was your heart he was reaching, maybe not with his cock— although it surely felt close— but with his hands. His voice, too, and his words, his personality, his mind. Captain John Price had a firm grasp on your heart, and that sent more hot tears spilling down your cheeks.

"I love you." You sobbed, and he released your hands at just the right moment. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

He groaned, deep and melodic, his arms either side of your face. He leaned down and captured your mouth in a soft kiss. It was slow and passionate, full to the brim with emotion.

Price pulled away slightly, speaking against your lips. "Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you, John."

"Fucking hell," he kissed you again, rutting into your tight heat without any discerning rhythm. He was chasing his high. "I love you too."

He kissed the tears off his cheeks, before his head dropped into the crook of your neck. He nipped at the flesh, sucking a bruise.

"I love you, I love you," he repeated. "And m'gonna fill this pretty cunt with my kids. Breed you nice and full, sweetheart— ah, fuck— mhm, get you nice and full... all fat with my kids. Ah, ah— I love you."

He came inside you with a quiet moan, your name following like a mantra. You felt him, hot and thick, flood past your cervix. You whined, rubbing his shoulders.

Price dragged his cock out of you, bringing a wave of fluids with it. Embarrassment zapped up your spine as your arousal and his cum seeped out of your hole. Price ignored your whimpers, gently gathering his cum that had leaked out. He pushed two digits into your cunt, stuffing his cum back inside you.

"Don't waste it..." He whispered, more to himself than to you.

You whimpered under your breath at the feeling of his fingers inside you. He wiggled them around a bit, ensuring his seed stayed right up inside you.

"My perfect girl. I love you." He whispered again.

This time, it wasn't to himself. It was directly to you.

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An hour or so passed and, after a couple more rounds, Price cleaned you up. Ever the gentlemen, he turned on the shower and helped you into it. Behind you, he soaped your body, running his hands along every dip and curve. He exited the shower first, grabbing a warm towel and wrapping you in it.

Little words were exchanged between the two of you as he dried you, then dried himself. You basked in each others presence. He then dressed you in his boxers and his shirt, kissing up your legs as he pulled the boxers up, and littering your face in pecks as he pulled the shirt over your head. He put on his boxers too, before guiding you back into his bedroom and yanking back the covers.

Price hopped in first. He held the blankets open for you to clamber in, nestling yourself against his chest. He settled the blankets back over you, hugging you tight to his body. He breathed deeply, nose to your hair.

You listened to his breathing for a moment.

"Price?"

"Mm?"

"I meant it, you know."

"Meant what, sweetheart?"

"That I love you."

He hugged you tighter. "I love you too."

You sighed into his chest. "This... I'm going to be in a lot of trouble with my dad."

"Yeah. Same."

You laughed at his nonchalance, leaning back to look at him.

"I'm serious," you muttered, fending off a smile, tapping his chest with your fingers. "I'm in love with his best friend."

He grumbled something.

You chuckled. "What?"

"If he has a problem, he can take it up with me."

"That is the problem, Price. He will take it up with you."

"True," Price said, and you laughed. He hummed, thinking. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, sweetheart, okay?"

"Okay..." You breathed, snuggling yourself back against him.

Comfortable silence followed. Then—

"Price?"

"Mm?"

"Do you really want me to have your kids?"

He choked on his saliva after inhaling to quickly. Shocked, probably. He coughed lightly, and you waited for him to soothe himself.

"Yeah, well, uh— okay, look, I mean—"

You pat his chest, echoing his words. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, John."

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#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #captain john price #fem reader #captain price #captain price smut #price x reader #captain john price x female reader #captain’snirvana

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dumplingsfordays · 6 months

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Reading 30 Strales and omg Blade smelling like citrus sounds amazing. I've been playing for about 3 weeks and after fulling catching up on the trailblazer quests I was like dang blade kills people a lot right, he probably smells like blood 24/7 that's so gross. All this to say... reject logic, I agree that blade smells like citrus. Do you have thoughts on what any of the others would smell like?

what the hsr men smell like

ft. blade, gepard, jing yuan, dan heng, luocha, and welt

cw!: mentions of blood, no pronouns for reader mentioned, implied relationship, cuddling, swearing, super fluffy :)

note - thank you so much for reaching out to me omg 🥺 i reject logic too so that's how the whole citrus thing came to be ajsjdk. also i know absolutely nothing about colognes/fragrances so i'm sorry if i mess some of these up ;-; hope you're having a great day/night though pookie <3

and as always, thank you for reading :)

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blade

~ as mentioned above, def smells like citrus and bergamot.

~ sometimes you can catch a little metallic-y whiff of (cough cough) def not blood (cough cough), but it never lasts for long - when he hugs you, the smell of oranges invades your senses like a light summer breeze~

~ and don't get me started on how obsessed he is w this scent. if he stays somewhere for even 1-2 days, you know he's bringing along his 3 freakin citrus-scented candles!!

~ please run your fingers thru his hair when you're hanging out or cuddling. please. he will melt from headpats and your fingers will smell like his shampoo for the rest of the day, and since you love the scent of gentle lime, why not?

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gepard

~ omg this man!! he's totally giving cashmere + hot cocoa for some reason??? he doesn't really use cologne/fragrances and prefers his natural scent, but does use cashmere and vanilla body wash + shampoo.

~ like sure, after a busy day at work or training he'll kinda smell like sweat but will immediately take a shower when he gets home. he hates being sweaty and thinks it's icky if he does for too long-

~ and when you snuggle up to him for cuddle time on a day off, you just wanna stay there forever bc his scent envelops you like a blanket on freezing winter nights <3

~ overall very comforting and warm, just like Gepard himself!! (cries in human heater vibes)

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jing yuan

~ musk + cinnamon + a little bit of spice, and def uses cologne.

~ actually wants to smell nice and puts in the effort!! changes his sheets, washes his clothes, showers every day (but washes his hair every 3 days or so bc haircare)

~ speaking of haircare, this man's big on it. most of his haircare products smell like the aforementioned musk and cinnamon, but he uses this one cream that smells like cloves and you freakin adore it. sometimes you borrow it so that whenever you're going out and he's busy with his big boy general duties, it feels like he's with u <3

~ and ughhhh his bedroom smells like him so whenever you guys have le cuddle time you fall asleep almost immediately. ofc he eventually does too (bc he loves how u smell too pookie, don't tell him i said that though he would kill me aksjskd) and you're so warm and soft and how could he not fall asleep??

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dan heng

~ very ocean-y (salty?), small hints of eucalyptus and cypress as well. when he uses cologne he uses very, very little, but he actually has 2 separate colognes, one for the ocean-y cypress, and the other for the eucalyptus

~ i feel like this is kinda a bold statement but he uses bath bombs. like he gets a bath bomb that smells like mint, gets in the bathtub w it, and glides his thumbs over its surface bc he likes the texture-

~ he might not be the cleanest man in the universe, but he sure does smell like it!! something about eucalyptus and cypress and mint and a hint of ocean breeze is chillingly refreshing and tbh you kinda dig it :D

~ mornings w dan heng. omfg they are ethereal bc he literally smells angelic??? like a gentle freshness yk and the pillows smell like him too so lazy mornings are def a thing that you guys love sharing <3

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luocha

~ oooo he's kinda a wild card imo, but personally, i think that he smells like jasmine + honey (not just bc of his idle + technique!! pinky promise)

~ he lowkey smells a little like freshly-cut grass, very light n refreshing. however, jasmine takes center stage, and if you really bury your face in his long-ass hair, you can catch a whiff of chamomile :))

~ super big on herbal teas and honey as well - i hc that he brings a water bottle w him that's just green tea n honey so when you're close to his face (cuddling, hugging, etc) the honey adds this sweetness that blends super well w the aforementioned chamomile + jasmine <3

~ like jing yuan, super involved in haircare!! he does use less products, but you still freakin adore this chamomile shampoo that he uses. avid believer in aromatherapy, prob uses essential oils (not for curing cancer ofc)

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welt

~ coffee and amberwood!! both are deep and rich scents and he probably uses cologne in very small amounts aksjdks

~ coffee addict and the scent faintly lingers, so the amberwood is really more prominent, but overall i promise he doesn't smell like dust or smth, he's not that old he takes good care of himself :))

~ burns incense in his room bc it helps him relax and concentrate on his drawings, so he does have a little resin smell to him, but you don't mind bc it's actually quite comforting. he once almost caused a fire bc he dropped a lit match onto the carpet but we don't talk about that-

~ loves to hug you so whenever he does, you always feel so cozy and loved and aaaaa ya'll are so cute i can't <3 and since he's pretty tall he sometimes rests his head on top of yours and hugs you from behind like that and you melt immediately bc it's like a blanket!! but smells super nice!!

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#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai #fluff #gepard fluff #blade fluff #jing yuan fluff #dan heng fluff #luocha fluff #welt fluff #blade x reader #gepard x reader #jing yuan x reader #dan heng x reader #luocha x reader #welt x reader #tysm for the idea though!!! i actually love it sm-

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burntb4bydoll · 10 months

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hcs for tokio hotel when they’re jealous? i know george would be clenching his jaw SO hard and gus would have such a hard ass side eye

UGH I LOVE JEALOUS BOYS. SO HOT.

Tokio Hotel when they are jealous headcanons

Bill Kaulitz

•SO MANY DIRTY LOOKS OMFG

•hes literally looks like this 🤨

•obviously not at you, but at whoever hes jealous of.

•he sees someone else ‘stealing’ (in his words) your attention away for him and he immediately comes up behind you and hugs you from the back

•pda is not usually his thing, so yk somethings up. You can practically feel his jealously radiating off of him

•if you continue the conversation with the other person, he’ll get impatient and start to leave wet kisses down your neck. And hes making eye contact with the person while doing it

•loves getting you worked up by whispering in your ear

• “babyyyy~ lets go home so I can play with you, hm?”

• “ive been thinking about getting you alone all night…why dont we ditch this asshole and go back to my house?”

Tom Kaulitz

•if anyone’s getting jealous its definitely him

•You’re his. He doesn’t want anyone else to have you.

•definitely takes a more passive aggressive approach

•he wraps his arm around your waist and grabs you by your chin to kiss you right in front of the other person

•then he’ll just casually look at them after and go “oh hey. I didnt notice you here, my bad.” AND HES SMIRKING WHILE SAYING IT. HES SUCH A LITTLE SHIT

•he’ll ask them such ridiculous questions

• “arent they so pretty? Im lucky, I get to date this angel.”

• “wouldn’t you like to take them out on a date? They’re a real sweetheart, very nice to go out with.”

•LIKE SIR?? WE GET IT. THEY CANT HAVE YOUR S/O. CALM DOWN.

•will randomly stop talking to make out with you?? The other person ends up walking away because they were just sitting there watching Tom shove his tongue down your throat💀

Georg Listing

•silent type of jealous

•he’ll just watch the situation unfold. UNLESS they start getting a little too bold, then he’ll step in

•his jaw is basically locked shut. Hes sucking his cheeks in with frustration every time he sees you smile or laugh at whatever the person said

•eventually he gets sick of watching and hell walk over to where you guys were standing. He wraps his arm around your neck lightly and pulls you to rest your head under his chin

•then he turns the attention away from you and starts a conversation with the person instead

• “hey, who are you again? I don’t think I recognize you. Oh me? Yeah, Im their boyfriend.”

•he wont let anyone flirt with his s/o, especially when its right in front of him🙄

Gustav Schäfer

•LORD HES SO PETTY ABOUT IT

•literally giving them the biggest stink eye anyones ever seen

•if looks could kill, they would be long gone

•he stands next to you with his arms crossed, occasionally scoffing at whatever the person’s talking about

•he’ll chime in every one in a while to correct them on something just to make them look stupid. Again, hes petty😭

•LOL HE WOULD FAKE LAUGH AT WHATEVER JOKE THEY MAKE BUT ITS ONE OF THOSE OBNOXIOUSLY FAKE LAUGHS

•after a while the person is still not getting the hint that you’re taken, so he’ll put his hand on your ass and lead you away from them before you could finish talking

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bellewintersroe · 9 months

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Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader - smut.

Part 11 omfg I am so excited to write this chapter! Let’s hope it doesn’t flop… You can find my masterlist for F1 here which contains the other 10 parts to this story- be warned a lot of it is heavy on the smut.

After a heavy night of partying in Belgium and some teasing on both parts, Daniel had had enough and is bold enough to make a move. Sick of their semi separation, he’s desperate to reunite, and they do, maybe not so smoothly as he would have liked but it’s the end result which counts, and Daniel wants nothing more than to have his girl back in his arms… Warning: 18+ heavy mentions of smut, oral, graphic descriptions of rough sex, choking, spanking etc. Swearing (obviously) and arguments. Daniel is as angry as Daniel Ricciardo can seemingly get. I am FERAL for this man…

No matter who was on the top or bottom, you knew there was going to be a celebration after a Grand Prix. Whether certain people joined in or not, you were bound to find a good handful of racers making the most of their evening off.

Y/n found herself surrounded by plenty of partygoers as she joined the Red Bull team and pretty much every other team for a celebration in a buzzing club. She swore she’d steer away from alcohol, especially with everything going on with Daniel, but she couldn’t help herself. After two drinks, the rest went down way too easily.

Daniel. He was here tonight, celebrating with everybody. The AlphaTauri car might’ve been a tractor, and Daniel had faced some difficult obstacles since racing, but he was doing great considering all of those factors.

She could feel her eyes gaze over to him every now and then, and the more intoxicated she became the more she couldn’t stop, nor control herself. She wanted him, not even just in a sexual way, she just wanted to be in his vicinity, stand next to him, talk to him- act how they used to do. Her heart yearned at the thought of how close they used to be. Why couldn’t they have that back? Daniel, of course felt the same way. He just couldn’t bare to look in her direction, when he did, his jaw tightened seeing all the other men eyeing her up. He couldn’t torture himself like that, not purposefully, anyway. You see, she had come up with the dumb idea that talking to the mechanics of Red Bull would make Daniel jealous. It did- but it didn’t mean it was right to do. It was incredibly immature and toxic, but part of her wanted to see exactly what he was missing out on. She always socialised with these people, but Daniel knew it was different tonight. Her hand was resting on Jay’s shoulder as she seemed to laugh borderline non stop, apart from when she was swigging down a vodka cranberry. Daniel physically rolled his eyes, temper spurred on with the alcohol as he continued to drink a stupid amount, like he was in his 20s again. “Have you see the video of somebody of not being able to get the side jack off the car, he goes flying, has that ever happened to you?” She was entertained, half distracted as she talked to the many mechanics and engineers around. “Oh yeah, yeah! Thank god it wasn’t me!” Jay knocked her arm, swaying in an intoxicated amusement. “So- so-“ Ollie, one of the younger mechanics leaned over the table. “-Be honest, have you ever got with any of the drivers?” I snickered at his question, my eyes finding the one man I certainly had ‘got with’. Daniel was between a group of his friends at the bar, chatting away, it was as though it was his instinct to turn and look directly at her the second her eyes were on him. Her lips tugged up as she remained focused on the Australian whilst shaking her head. “No.” She glanced back to Ollie. “No, I haven’t. Some F2 guys though.” When she glanced back to Daniel his jaw was tight and he was watching her in a way she’d never seen. He looked hungry, jealous, Daniel never looked so dark, until now. He looked so attractive, beautiful, but there was something about the way he was stood and stared at her that told her he was still bothered. Of course he was, he was the one that said he loved her. Deciding to give up this small game of cat and mouse she was playing, she just continued to enjoy the conversations with everybody, choosing not to go up and dance with a group of intoxicated man. A sensation of guilt had washed over her, so when she returned from the toilets to wash her hands clean of anything mean she’d been intending on, she pulled up at the bar, glancing down to see a tanned, veiny arm pressed up to the bar next to her.

He let out a small mutter of her name, one only she could hear. Her back stiffened and she looked up to him with a daring smirk. Daniel thought he’d forgotten how to breathe for a second, until he took a hold of her wrist, gently, so she could break free if she wanted. “Can we leave?” He was pissed though, there was no room for a smirk in the dispute they were about to have.

“Now?!” Her heart fluttered at the question, she was already stepping away from the bar, “yeah.” Daniel responded bluntly as she nodded, following directly after him with the weirdest feeling in her tummy. There was a tension between them, and his grip on her wrist got unconsciously tighter when she began giggling and speaking to people mid being pulled out to a car.

“You okay?” She innocently spoke, trying to distract herself from the fact she was actually alone with him. She brushed her hair, found some gum, reapplied her lipgloss. You’d think she was going to the club, not leaving.

“Yeah, just…” he let out an inward sigh, annoyance filling his bones. “We’ll talk when we’re back.”

You see, her filter wasn’t exactly great when she was drunk, nobody’s was- but that mixed with Daniel’s already annoyance, was a bad combination. “Talk about what?” She shuffled in her seat, knees pulled up onto the seats, tucked up slightly besides her as Daniel glanced down, noticing the slight pink lace of her underwear showing through. “Put your seatbelt on.” He shook the improper thoughts away, grinding his teeth together and jittering his leg uncontrollably. Daniel hated being like this, the rage that he could usually contain was spilling out purely from the fact he’d had one too many drinks.

Worst of all, she gave him a funny stare, taken aback by the command. He was starting straight forwards, hand jiggling on his leg. She’d never seen him so wound up, ever. After a second of reacting to his comment, she sat back, plugging her seatbelt in silently. “Talk about what, Daniel?” She tried again after a moments silence. The screen between the driver and them was closed, but it still wasn’t ideal, not for him anyway.

He inhaled deeply, turning his face to stare at the space between them. One of her hands rested on the middle seat, he wanted to reach out and take it. His emotions were so twisted, he couldn’t figure where one started and the other stopped. “Just-” he cut himself off again and she was growing frustrated with the lack of answers.

“Just what? I would’ve stayed out if I knew this was the case.” He winced at the harsh tone of her words, maybe he shouldn’t have dragged her out, maybe she really didn’t feel the same as he did anymore… He inhaled this time, scratching at the back of his neck. The conversation fell flat and both of them stared out of either side of their windows, drearily thanking the driver before returning through a back door into their hotel. “What do you want to talk about?” She tried again, striding to catch up to him.

“Just this-” he pointed between them, “what was happening in there, the way you kept looking at me when you were-”

“You were the one that was looking at me!” She cut him off, the two of them continued walking into the hotel lobby. “When you were flirting with all those men, look, I don’t play childish games like that.” His tone was firm, firmer than she’d ever heard Daniel be. She didn’t like it, it was hurtful and she felt kinda bad over how upset he was. However, nor did she like his accusations…

“Flirting, I was just talking with them.” She spat out quietly whilst they waited for a lift. Daniel scoffed at her words and she could really feel her rage beginning to grow. When they got in the lift she jittered her leg, he pressed the button to his room and she in objection, pushed the buttons to hers.

“I’m not a fucking idiot, that was fuckin’ immature in there and you know it.” Daniel pointed out as he remained silent, swallowing harshly as the lift began moving upwards. Not fast enough, again, it was awkward, tense. Her breathing was fast and heavy, and she knew she was going to explode. Finally, the lift slowed to his floor. “Is that all you wanted to talk about?” She inhaled sharply. “No.” He lowered his tone, staring right back at her now. “Thanks for dragging me back for nothing.” She scoffed as Daniel gulped, stepping out the now open doors. She watched him with sadness, the same aching feeling filling her when he began leaving. It was in the split of a second that Daniel decided he couldn’t just leave her there, he smacked his hand over the door, preventing it from closing as she raised her head, her sad little face making Daniels heart ache.

“Just come speak to me, properly. Please.” He couldn’t look at her, she followed slowly back to his room, he pushed the door open for her as she awkwardly walked in first. Her eyes fell to the floor as she stole a glance at Daniel locking the door. He looked so good, yet so bothered. His brow was tense and she’d never seen him look so miserable before.

“Look, just speak to me normally, we can’t keep going on doing this.” He stepped in front of her now, forcing her to tilt her head up to look at him once more. Their eye contact made her weak, it made her want to cry. “I just… I don’t know how to act around you anymore, you really upset me and I was just- just immature to want to get back at you, I know, but at some point I was just speaking to them. I didn’t purposefully sit with those men just to annoy you.” “I know.” He sighed out, the two of them stood in the hallway practically face to face. She glanced around his room slightly, double bed, tidy, larger and nicer than her own. A couch was sprawled in front of a large window, the lights from outside glowing through and creating an orange hum to the room. There was a side lamp on, nothing else. Her head dropped again, and she swallowed in tension, hating the fact she began to warm to the fact she was here with him, alone…

“Sorry.” She swallowed as he felt something soften deep inside of him. “It’s fine.” Daniel hushed as she began fidgeting under his gaze. Recognising he could’ve been slightly intimidating, he stepped back, glancing around the large room.

“Max um…” she began causing him to turn around again as her stomach did backflips with anxiety. “Max figured out what was happening, kinda.” She winced as Daniel sighed. “I know.”

“I told him as well.” She blurted out as Daniel froze, waiting for her to continue but nothing else came out. “Told him what?”

“We weren’t doing whatever, anymore.” She awkwardly spoke as Daniel’s body slumped whilst sitting down on the bed. She took the drooping of his shoulders the wrong way, her anxieties (and alcohol) telling her that he was ashamed. Ashamed of her, of their secret little affair.

“Is it so bad, Daniel? I mean, would it be? People knowing about us? Because I don’t-” she took a deep breath, “I don’t care about people finding out, I was never ashamed of you.” His head snapped up at this now, face contorting in confusion.

“Ashamed?! You think I was ashamed?” She held her thumb up to her lips worriedly, watching him sit up much straighter now. With a gentle nod he let out a quick exhale, dropping his head.

“I was never ashamed, god y/n, it was just your dad, I-”

“Oh, Daniel why?!” She raised her voice in annoyance. “Because it would be inappropriate!”

“Why?” She blinked, stepping closer, breathing increased as did her frustration. Daniel didn’t stand, he didn’t want to look down on her, it felt cruel. “Why?!” She repeated when he didn’t reply, his mouth opened but nothing came out. Daniel asked himself that too, why was it inappropriate? They were both consenting adults, they both clearly had the very same intentions, they’d only met each other a year prior. The more Daniel pushed this ‘inappropriate’ narrative the weirder she began to feel, a sense of rejection filling her.

“Inappropriate.” She borderline laughed to herself. He felt ridiculed, caught out on his own lie. “Do you really think that?” She eyed him up and down now, his jaw tensed and he responded with a quick, “no.” Her teeth found her bottom lip, sucking it in as she began gnawing nervously. Something shifted in the air, and when she sighed out, the anger escaped her body with her breath. “Okay… what now then?” She cleared her throat.

“What now?” Daniel gulped again, glancing at her up and down. She nodded, holding eye contact with the Australian who scanned over her features. The gentle knot in her brow softened when Daniel stood up, her chin lifting as he reached out, taking hold of her face and moving in for a kiss that was bruising with want. Both their heart beat in a simultaneous rhythm, unbeknown to the two of them. Fuck, Daniel couldn’t not. He loved her, he needed her. Their lips moulded together for the first time in what felt like centuries, hands grabbing at one another as she moaned in shock, spurring Daniel on to tug her closer with a stumble. He held her upright, hands snatching at her waist closer to his. His finger tips dug into her flesh, keeping her close as he stepped further back.

“C’mere, c’mere.” He cooed, melting her on the spot as they tumbled onto the bed, knees either side of him. How they got in this position so quickly she’d never comprehend, but that didn’t matter. All she cared about was the feeling of his lips on hers, his hand smoothing down her skirt, snatching at the material, pulling her face closer into his- she enjoyed the idea he had an animalistic need for her. Their separation had been tough, god knows how either coped so well without one another, but they were sure making up for lost time now.

His hand slipped over the buttons of her cargo skirt, slipping her easily out as they momentarily broke the kiss so she could strip herself free. Daniel was opened mouth and red in the cheeks, panting as he looked her up and down. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen and before she went to climb back onto him, he caught her again.

“These too, baby.” He was quick to mutter, fingers snapping at the band of her thongs. She smirked back to him, tugging them down with his aid before discarding them to one side. Daniel fell to his knees in front of the bed, kissing over her stomach and lower abdomen before throwing her leg over his shoulder.

His lips and tongue worked in ways she could comprehend as he ate her out, slurping up her wetness like he hadn’t eaten his last meal. Fuck, the pleasure was dizzying, and when his hand slightly slapped against her ass she let out a louder moan, signalling her want for the rough sensation.

Daniel hummed out a chuckle against her pussy, squeezing over her cheek, rubbing the sore part before bringing his hand down once more and spanking her. Her hips jumped, deeper into his mouth as he moaned at the delightful sensation of her pussy throbbing on his tongue.

“I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” She whined, head tilting back and body becoming rigid. She could barely stand straight as his arms began shaking, holding her upright as her orgasm crashed over her. “Oh my god, oh fuck.” She rolled her hips into his mouth as he swiped his tongue from her hole up to her clit, “I could do this all fucking day.” He commented lowly as she moaned in response. She was aching in the best way, pussy so sensitive as his actions didn’t slow. “Da-Daniel.” A light tap on his head slowly broke him off as he pressed one more kiss to her stomach. He swore he was hard as a fucking rock, the slight of her glistening pussy in front of her sending him wild.

“I fucking need you, baby. I need you so bad.” He then admitted, practically lifting her up and dropping her back onto the bed. She let out a whimper in protest when he began pulling his cock out. He was still fully clothed, eager to fill her up. “I wanna suck you off first.” She bluntly admitted as he wiped the back of his mouth, wet from before. Daniel moved down, kissing her deeply once again, her lips so soft and warm as he curled his fingers through her wetness.

The breath that escaped her lips was heavenly as he pulled back to watch her face, but she brought him back in by biting his bottom lip. Daniel strained out a moan, feeling himself beginning to leak with precum. “Please.” She then whispered again, kissing close to his earlobe as Daniel shuddered at the contact.

Who was he to deny such a thing? He stripped his shirt off when he leant back, hers following suit, tits bouncing when they were freed. Daniel could see her pierced, peaked nipples all fucking night long, it drove him insane. The perky swell of them, the way they bounced whenever she’d walk. Hold fuck, Daniel felt a pressure in his abdomen like no other. He could’ve came at the fucking sight of her tonight. He was worried he’d blow his load too quickly when she began sucking. There was no teasing, she went right to it, wet lips suctioning around his aching member as she licked the precum clean off his tip. Her hands and fingers danced over his balls, fingers occasionally reaching lower which Daniel didn’t know was an accident or not.

His groans were uncontrollable, his fingers tightened in her hair, eyes rolling back from the wet vacuum her mouth had formed. He had to focus really fucking hard on not cumming down her throat there and then. Only when she broke off and let out a slight, “ah.” Daniel came back to reality.

“You okay?” His grip immediately loosened as she giggled, climbing over his lap so his cock was directly facing her chest. “Yeah.” As she pushed her tits together Daniel instinctively eased his cock between them. “Ah fuck.” He choked out, his darkest fantasies coming to light as her tits squeezed over his large cock. It just about worked, her tits were the perfect size, just allowing him to slip back and fourth between the valley of her chest.

“Daniel.” She whined as he snatched her by the chin, forcing her to face him as she smirked at the dominance he showed. “I like it when you’re like this.” She muttered as he panted out, throwing his hips forwards. “Spit on my cock, fuck y/n.” He moaned as she did exactly what she was told, lubricating his cock further as he easily glided between her tits, letting out an actual moan, one that made her legs close tightly together.

“Fuck, keep looking at me.” He growled, pushing his hips, harder, faster, unable to get enough of the new sensation. “Fuck my mouth.” She gasped out, holding eye contact as Daniel felt himself loosing complete control. His cock messily slipped from her breasts, up to her lips again as he stood on the bed, her knelt before him, shuffling back so she was pressed against the head of the bed.

“Fuck, tap me if you wanna stop.” Daniel blurted, lost by the warmth of her mouth. She hummed sexily, the vibrations running all over his cock as he pumped into her mouth, slowly at first. She whined, pulling him by the ass into her as he snapped his hips into her once again. She tugged on his pants and underwear, freeing his ass as he held either side of her head, pumping his hips carefully into her.

He was holding back, she could tell so broke free from his cock. “Don’t hold back Daniel, I want you to use me.” Her words caught him off guard, twisting something deep inside of him.

“Fuck, are you sure?” But she was back on his cock before he had time to answer, he couldn’t cope. He knew there was little to no control left in him as he began fucking his cock into her throat. She could take him so deep without choking now, he closed his eyes and began thrusting into her warmth, overwhelmed by the sensation as he replayed her words over and over again in his mind. Use me, use me, use me. Something in Daniel snapped as he began fucking her face harsher, faster. Now, he watched for any sign of distress or the slightest movement for him to stop, but she was almost smiling around his cock, pulling him in harder as he rocked back and fourth into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as he uncontrollably panted and moaned. Daniel was never too vocal in bed, but this was something else.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He pulled out quickly, the sensation creeping up on him a little too quickly. “Cum in my mouth, please.” Her plead was desperate as she wrapped herself around him, it not taking him more than four pumps before he was spilling into her mouth, his limbs shaking as he let out the loudest groan, not afraid to show her how good he was feeling.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The Australian whined as she slowly sucked him, coercing him through the orgasm. Some of his cum dribbled down onto her lap and the bed below, forming a mess that Daniel felt proud of. He was slowly milking himself in her mouth, sighing in disbelief as he pulled off, giving her time to catch her breath back.

“Good girl, fuck, good girl.” He praised, still groaning from his high as he kissed her lips, not seeming to care the fact she’d just swallowed his cum. Seeing her all fucked out made him want to keep going, his erection didn’t falter once.

She stood up to clean herself up in the bathroom, Daniel frowning slightly. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, I thought you were… done.” She glanced up and down him, noticing he really wasn’t ‘done’ at all. “Are you?” Daniel questioned as a smirk arose on her face, smiling before plonking herself back down into the bed with him.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” Daniel hushed out, kissing her once more as he rolled on top of her body. “Me too.” She gently spoke, sliding her fingers through his hair as he pressed his lips to her cheek, then her temple. “Glad you came back with me.” He muttered, more muffled this time as she could feel him lining up his sensitive cock against her aching hole.

“Needed you for so long.” She inhaled sharply as he pulled off to watch her reaction as he slid into her tightness. They both let out a simultaneous groan, the friction being something both of them so desperately yearned for. “Daniel.” She whined out his name, pushing his hips further into her own, legs spreading wider so Daniel could nuzzle in perfectly. The pleasure that spread through both of them was too much to cope with. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Daniel fucked his sensitive cock inside of her, enjoying each gasp that escaped her mouth when he did. She felt like he was in control, just what she wanted. His lips came down to attach to her neck, kissing and sucking as he stroked his hand over the smooth of her skin there.

A nudge of her hand send Daniel’s hand wrapping around her throat as she offered him a teasing smile. His hand squeezed and he felt his cock twitch. “Fuck.” Daniel groaned, other hand moving up to fist around her hair. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” The Aussie moaned, dropping his forehead against hers before giving her a bruising kiss. “Yeah.” She nodded, voice hoarse from his hand wrapped around there.

“You want it harder, baby?” He questioned, pushing his sweaty body up slightly, fist pinning her down to the bed by her hair. “Yeah.” She whined again, rolling her naked hips against his, pussy wrapping tighter around his cock. Daniel couldn’t control himself, nor could he stop the painfully loud squeaking of the mattress that must’ve been echoing to every single room that surrounded them. He didn’t give a shit, neither did she. Their sex was rough, careless, but full of emotion. When Daniel had hitched her up on the sofa, opening up the windows, he purposefully nuzzled his body as closely to hers as possible.

“What if people hear?” She sighed, rolling herself back onto his cock. Daniel’s teeth tightened at her slow movements. “They will.” He inched his cock deeper inside of her.

“Fuck, Daniel. Pull my hair again.” She hungrily spoke, turning over her shoulder to eye him up as he listened immediately. “Want you to fuck me so good.” She then spoke as his eyes fluttered shut, an exhale leaving his lips as he focused on anything but cumming deep inside her.

“Give it to me Daniel, please.” She begged. “Want you to hit me.” She wiggled her bum as his fingers tightened around her flesh, lifting and then falling to spank on the flesh below. The sensation of pain mixed in with pleasure left a pornographic sound to escape her lips.

Daniel did it again, and again, and again, before he couldn’t control himself anymore. His hips were snapping harder, faster into hers, the view of the city outside becoming overwhelming as she bit down into a pillow to avoid herself letting out the screams of pleasure she needed to.

“Daniel, Daniel.” She moaned out her name, he groaned in response. “Cum inside me, fuck, please give it to me. I’ve missed it so bad.” Fuck. How could he last when she was speaking like that?

“Fuck-” he could only choke out, the pace becoming bruising as he let go of her hair, snatching at both her hips to force back into his own. She was pleading, begging him through his orgasm, and as he felt himself growing nearer she let out a low cry of, “I love you, Daniel…” In that moment he’d never felt better. His orgasm washed over him, cum filling up her tightened little pussy as her words were thick on his mind. Shuddering and twitching, he carefully rode her through his orgasm, tensing every muscle in his body as he did so.

His body collapsed on hers, large hands engulfing hers, lips kissing the back of her shoulder. “Fuck… I love you too…” Finally…

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mostlyhornyandsad · 3 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/butchspud/738272382731616256/yeah-fr-when-im-coming-inside-her-n-my-face-is-in

This with Abby omfg

cw: slight choking , switch!reader

you can feel her nose brushing against you, as her face is buried in your neck. your legs are wrapped around her waist, you want her closer to you, its that kind of craving where no amount of close is close enough. you want to keep her to yourself. her hair is open today, she doesn't leave it out often enough. you think she looks so pretty like this. you run your hands through her because you can, she's yours.

It's a shock to no one that Abby is beautiful as fuck, everybody wants her. Of course, why wouldn't they, she's kind, she's smart she's pretty,(she killed a lot of people). shes everything.

but all she wants is you, and she wants you to know that. she wants you to get it in that pretty little head of yours. so she lets you as she's fucking into you softly, stuffing you full with all 7 inches of her strap

"Tell me I belong to you," she says as she continues to move in and out of you. You're usually the one to say things like this, you ve told her that you're all her's multiple times and she never gets sick of hearing it ."tell me " she repeats as she fucks into you a little harsher.

"you belong to me Abby," you say. the look on her face is one you've never seen before, she likes it, she likes being called yours. you like it too. you feel it coming you're almost there.

."Abby-" you call out to her, "Sit up straight," you tell her as you put your hands on her stomach. She does as she's told and she pulls out of you and sits with her knees crossed. She is looking at you with a mix of confusion and amusement, it's not often you tell her to pause before you get your release.

"what is it?" she asks you and you sit up on your knees so you're leaning above her. She's looking up at you, how cute. you just smile at her,. Abby thinks you look a little menacing. you run your hands from her stomach onto her neck and wrap your arms around it lightly. abby is shocked and a little turned on. scratch that, she's horny as fuck.

"You're right Abby," you say.

"huh?"

" you are mine," you tell her as you push her back onto the bed so you're on top of her, you hold on to her strap with one hand as you push it inside of yourself. She is as turned on as she is surprised by your sudden boldness. you lean in to kiss her and whisper against her mouth, "Tell me you're mine Abby "Your hand is still on her neck, you are only pressing slightly, not enough to actually choke her.

"I'm yours," she says and you start moving on her cock. her hands grip your ass as she helps you fuck yourself.

"keep saying it Abby, who do you belong to ?"

"you," she says. Abby thinks this is enough to make her come

"yeah baby, you are mine"

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x reader smut #tlou smut #i feel like this one felt wierd to write because its crazy my super hot gf abby is not even real

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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Soooo I know you don’t write aged up Netayam but what about maybe Neteyam’s (18+) girlfriend that he just broke up with and Jake can finally make his move on her after longing for her? I love a “your dad will do” scenario ❤️

NONNIE OMFG YOU GOT ME PURRING

THE WAY I JUST LOVE THIS IDEA—

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Jake feels for his son. He truly, truly does. He knows that it can't be easy for Neteyam to handle the break up since he clearly liked you so much. But part of Jake is just too human. Too selfish, too greedy, too opportunistic to let the chance slip away.

He's had his eye on you for a while. Before Neteyam did. He's had a thing for you, a young, naive girl only in her early twenties. He just never brought himself to doing anything about it.

And then, when you and Neteyam had gotten together, Jake had been a little resented, a little upset, but he knew there was nothing left to do.

But now...

You and Neteyam had broken up. It was over. Jake was free to make a move on you.

He finds you deep in the forest, simply spending your time surrounded by the peaceful atmosphere of the nature around you.

When you hear him approach, you turn to look at him, eyes growing wide. You spring to your feet, tail swishing nervously as you greet, “Mr. Sully.” You sign I See you and ask, “How can I help you?”

Jake chuckles softly. “Relax, kid. I'm not here for anything. Just wanna talk.”

You sit down, nodding, looking anxious. He sits beside you, his amber eyes watching you closely.

“Is this about Neteyam?” you question quietly.

“If you want it to be,” he responds easily.

You nod gently. “I'm sorry if I've caused him pain, or-or anger or anything like that,” you start. “I just...I couldn't be with him anymore.”

“Okay.”

You swallow, your nerves getting the best of you. You can't believe you're about to do this, can't believe how bold you are.

You can't help it. You really can't. You'd liked Neteyam, truly, but as time wore on, you realized that Jake caught your attention more than his son did. Somewhere along your relationship, you ended up preferring Jake over Neteyam. And no matter how bad you tried to pretend that Neteyam was Jake, it just didn't cut it for you.

“Mr. Sully, I...I became attracted to someone else while I was with your son,” you admit, your ears folding back against your head. “That's why I couldn't be with him.”

After a moment of silence, Jake places his huge hand on your thigh, his fingers tracing the soft stripes on your flesh. Goosebumps form on your skin and you shudder gently. Jake smirks slightly.

“You know you can tell me anything, kid,” he says. “You can trust me. It's okay.”

You swallow down your nerves. “Mr. Sully, I—”

“Jake, kid,” he corrects. “You can just call me Jake.”

You can feel yourself blushing slightly. “Jake, I...” You take a deep breath to steady yourself. “I left Neteyam because I...I prefer you.”

Your eyes dart away from his, staring at your lap. Your heart is racing in your chest, your ears ringing. You feel a little nauseous and you're trembling slightly.

Jake raises an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised, and his tail swishes behind him, excited. “Me?” he asks, grinning cockily. You've just boosted his already-inflated ego, and you've gotten him in the mood to tease you.

You nod, shy. “I guess I just...felt more attracted to you than to your son, and I knew I couldn't be with him.”

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Neteyam wasn't enough for you, angel?”

You try to read the expression in his eyes, but it's impossible. You shake your head, biting your lower lip, uneasy.

He chuckles. “You just needed an older man, hm? Little miss daddy issues, yeah?”

You blush, feeling a little embarrassed and a little foolish, but say nothing.

Jake keeps pushing it. “You just want someone to take care of you, don't you, honey?” he coos, pulling you to him, encouraging you onto his lap. “Just want someone t'guide you and protect you, hm?”

You place your hands on his shoulders, your eyes wide, your heart racing. Jake's gaze is thick and predatory. It sends shivers through you and makes you shudder on top of him.

His cock twitches, springing to attention, and you gasp quietly when you feel it poke between your thighs.

Jake smiles. “Y'see what y'do to me, girl?” He inches his lips toward your neck, his mouth ghosting your skin as he says, “You feel how bad I want you?”

You nod gently. “I do,” you say quietly.

“You think you can fix it?” he questions. “Help me out, yeah?”

You swallow, nervous. “Okay.”

Jake kisses your neck, dragging his teeth over your pulse. “Did Neteyam ever teach you that?” he asks. “He teach you to help out with a hard-on?”

Your mouth runs dry, your pussy growing wet. “N-no, sir.”

Jake groans lowly. On top of the fact that he's stealing you from his son, he's going to corrupt you. Jesus, he's a horrible fucking influence. And yet, he can't keep himself away from you. He knows he should. He just can't.

Jake lifts you to your feet before standing in front of you. He towers over you, dwarfing you. He's enormous, broad chested, tall, and the sensation of him being so much larger has your tail swinging side to side, delighted.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart,” he says, and you're quick to obey. He grabs your chin in one of his hands, crudely running his thumb over your lower lip. He pulls it down before releasing it, his eyes trained on the soft flesh. He slides his thumb into your mouth, and you open up. He presses the digit down on your tongue and you just look up at him, eyes big and innocent, curious as they watch him.

He smiles down at you. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he questions, pulling his thumb out of your mouth.

“Yes, sir,” you reply. You can feel a heat spreading between your legs, growing wet and slick.

He undoes his loincloth, his eyes never leaving yours. When he discards the item to the ground, your gaze falls to his cock. Your eyes almost glow at the sight. He's long and thick, a prominent vein running up his underside. The tip is a dark blue, precum glistening on the head.

“Can I...can I touch it?” you question, glancing up at him.

“Go ahead,” Jake says.

You run your fingers over his length, tracing the vein, and he groans softly. You wrap your hand around him, softly jerking him, watching his reaction.

Jake's ears fold back to his head, his eyes darkening with lust. He licks his lips as he watches you lean in, your pretty puppy eyes looking at him when you kiss the tip. He hisses lowly.

You lead the head of his cock over your lips, smearing his precum on your mouth before allowing him inside. Your tongue rubs against his underside, the wet cavern of your mouth making him twitch. You bob you head, trying to fit all of him down your throat.

You gag, making him groan. “'s it too big, love?”

“Mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head softly. You take him deeper, the head of his cock meeting the back of your throat, and you gag again. But it doesn't stop you.

One of Jake's enormous hands grabs onto your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “Such a good girl, hm?”

Your eyes meet his, shining with delight from his praise, and he chuckles. He's got you wrapped around his finger, and you don't even know it.

You move your hand to his balls, swollen and heavy, and you caress them carefully.

Jake groans, “Fuck, angel. You're gonna make me jizz all over you before I even stick it inside you.”

You pull away, releasing him from your heavenly mouth. “Inside?” you echo, your eyes studying his.

He smiles gently. “C'mere.” He helps you to your feet, one of his hands sneaking under your loincloth and caressing your sopping folds.

Your eyes widen, ears folding back as a little gasp leaves you.

“If y'want, I'll put my cock in here,” he tells you, sliding a finger into your pussy, your gummy walls warm and tight around his digit.

You grab onto his arms, nails digging into the muscles under his skin. “Please,” you whine. “Sir, please. I-I want you to put it inside.”

Jake kisses the top of your head softly. He pulls his finger out of you and leads you to the ground, lying you down before him. He spreads your legs, your feet planted on the ground, and his eyes watch your pussy.

He spreads your folds apart with his fingers, eyes growing hungry at the sight of your soaked, needy cunt. He wants nothing more than to just fuck you, but he doesn't want to hurt you.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks. “There's nothing wrong if you don't.”

“I need you,” you reply. “Need you inside. Please, sir.”

Jake shudders. He positions himself between your thighs, running the thick tip of his cock against your soft folds. “Deep breath, kid,” he says softly.

You obey and he sinks into you, his cock meeting no resistance from your pussy as you stretch to fit him. You gasp, eyes fluttering shut, hips jolting.

When he's fully inside of you, Jake asks, “You okay, sweetheart?”

You nod, nails digging into the soft soil below.

“Say it,” he orders, voice stern.

“I'm okay, sir,” you reply, chest heaving up and down with your hurried breaths. You roll your hips up, searching for more friction, and Jake chuckles softly.

He thrusts into you gently, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches you for any signs of discomfort. Your eyes are shut tight, lips parted in a silent 'o' and you're sinking your nails into the dirt.

“'s that good, hon?” he questions, his enormous hands holding onto your thighs, fingers kneading into your flesh.

“Yes,” you whimper, chest heaving, pussy dripping. “'s so good, sir.”

He smirks down at you before training his eyes on your cunt. He watches as his thick cock forces you open, coated in your slick, his heavy balls pressing against your folds.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he says, voice rough. “Look at how well you take me, girl.”

“Mhmm,” you manage, feeling something hot and dizzying building up in your womb.

“God, who else could fuck you like this, hm? Who else could turn you into this much of a slut?”

“N-no one,” you gasp. “Only you.”

“Goddamn right, only me,” he chuckles. “You're mine, you hear me? Mine to fuck, hm?”

You nod, eyes rolling into the back of your head. The pleasure is crawling through your veins, brushing over every single nerve, sending shudders through you.

He slaps your thigh. “Say it.”

“'m yours!” you reply, mewling. “All yours, sir.”

He smiles, raising one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing him to sink deeper into you, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix.

You whimper at the new angle, gasping as he touches a spongy spot within you that has your hips jerking.

“Sir!” you cry, body trembling with ecstasy. “Fuck! Oh, sir, please! 's too much!”

Jake chuckles quietly. “Relax, kid. You can take it,” he assures you. “You're doing great.”

You feel like you're going to burst, the coil within you growing taut, making you see stars. “I can't!” you cry. “I-I'm gonna—”

“I know you're gonna,” he laughs. “That's the idea, kid.”

“It feels like too much!” you mewl. “Sir, please, I-I can't 'nymore! Fuck!”

“Breathe,” Jake chuckles. “You're gonna be fine. You trust me, don't you?”

You nod. “I-I do, but—”

Jake bites your calf, making you whine. “No buts, kid. If you trust me, you're gonna let me do what I wanna do t'you, hm?”

You shudder, thighs quaking. “Okay,” you manage. “Okay, sir.”

“That's better,” Jake says, increasing his pace, sending sparks through your veins. His hips slam into yours, the sound echoing in the forest. You mewl and whine, back arching, ears folding back.

“Sir,” you whine, feeling that coil get ready to snap. “Sir! Fuck!”

And suddenly the pleasure explodes in your womb, your mind going blank, your body shaking as you cry out. You've never felt anything like this before, nothing this intense or overwhelming. You shudder, stars dancing behind your eyelids, your sharp canines digging into your lower lip as you try to quiet yourself. But the sound slither out of your mouth, making you whine and moan, pathetic.

“There ya go,” Jake tells you, feeling your slick gushing out of you and coating his cock, allowing him to slip in and out with more ease. “I told you you could do it, kid.”

For a moment, you're left feeling nothing. You're fucked dumb, fucked senseless. But after a while, Jake is still pounding into you, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine.

“Sir,” you gasp. “Sir, please, 's too much. I can't do it this time!”

“Yes, you can,” he promises, hissing softly as he feels his own orgasm growing near. “You're gonna come one more time for me, angel.”

“Oh, fuck! Sir, sir, please!” you whimper. “Jake! I can't!”

“Shh,” he coos, kissing your calf. “Trust me, honey. You'll be fine.”

You shut up, trusting him and feeling like you're going to die. You can't see straight anymore, your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and you're hazy with lust and bliss. You mewl, surprised to feel the pleasure building up within you again, completely out of your control.

Your pussy is raw and throbbing, the pleasure shaking you from head to toe. You're going to die. You feel like you are. You're sure you're going to die. But you trust him, allowing him to send another orgasm crashing down on you.

You whimper, trembling, chest so tight you can barely breathe. You don't notice it, but you squirt all over Jake, soaking his lower abdomen and his hips, making him groan.

“Goddamn,” he grunts, flattening his ears against his head, his swollen balls ready to release his load in your womb. “Oh, 'm gonna fill you,” he promises. “I'm gonna put my cum so deep inside you, you'll end up having my baby.”

You writhe beneath him, nodding eagerly. “Please!” you beg. “Please! 'm already yours, sir! Please!”

With a few more thrusts, Jake reaches his release. His seed spills into you, making you shudder as he fills you. He groans, digging his teeth into your calf, making you jerk.

“Fuck,” he gasps, breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. He glances at you to find you worn out, your eyes closed, chest heaving with your breaths.

Jake cages you under him. “You feeling okay, sweetheart?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Much better, sir.”

Jake smirks. No one like him for you. You're his.

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insuke69 · 9 months

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/|MILES 42 HEADCANNONS P3 |\

My god, uh- part three but this is before y'all get together

DIFFERENT POVS AHSHDJ Warnings; Miles doin a little prowler stuff, Just description of someone who was beaten.

(So, there's gonna be if he asks you out/crushes on you first, we both know damn well you wouldn't do shit if you liked him and he were real.)

implied female reader :[

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When Miles was crushing..:

-He'd draw you, like- during lunch if you're done eating and just laughing with friends he draws you sitting and with your smile

If you don't hang out with anyone during lunch then he'd draw you as you sat by yourself with a calm neutral expression while you did your own thing.

-Bold mf yet shy. He'd ask what you're doing and act all smug and confident but as soon as y'all stop interacting he'd over think his every line

did she actually like that joke? she looked upset, wait- was she? why didn't I ask what was wrong?

etc.

-He was always himself around you, yet toned it down when he didn't know exactly how you'd react to him.

-when y'all had your first date, this man is a gentlemen and picked you up in his motorcycle, (yes I declare he has a motorcycle.) He called you gorgeous in every way possible along with more flirty or bold lines

"Damn, If I knew you were this fine than I would've dressed up more myself."

"jealous of your belt, my hands would feel better on your hips."

he was always hella smooth with it too.

-he first asked for your number and he texted so politely for a good first impression. "Hey, so I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out to dinner with me sometime?"

"Alright, perfect. see you then 😗"

but a lil after y'all actually date he just ..is.

"When did yo say the daye was"

"?"

"Date*"

"You*"

he's a fast typer.

-Hated seeing you talk to other guys when he was just crushing on you, mostly pissed at himself for not growing a pair and asking you out though.

okay this is just a scenario I cannot stop thinking about once I said that:

you were freshly broken up with your cheating boyfriend- well, you were never labeled but he made you seriously think it was exclusive and that'd piss you off beyond belief, Miles was the perfect shoulder to cry on. Never once did he make a move on you during that time. "That prick said he didn't care for labels but got a public girlfriend after 4 months of being with me!" You mumble out with small tears of frustration pooling in your eyes, your vision was blurred a bit so you couldn't see Miles reaction. He was seething.

how could a guy just use and fuck with you like that? He doesn't deserve to even be treated as a man, much less a person.. But Miles simply comforted you in that moment and reminded you how it was to be cared for platonically, or at least that's how he showed it. The next day? your 'ex' was nowhere to be found, the day after that: he went to school battered and bruised, broken nose, black eye, limping and bandaged everywhere. He told everyone that he was just chilling out in an alleyway by his house and some rando with a purple dark mask and metal gauntlet kind-of-thing just attacked him. weird. Vague coincidence that Miles' knuckles are bruised and he visibly bites back a grin as he hears your ex talk about it. what helped most was that when you told his girlfriend about what your ex did to you, she dumped him and told everyone exactly why, which made him lose any pity he could have gotten.

-Was terrified to tell you he was prowler, never knew how you'd actually react. THATS IT OMFG IDK- DO I MAKE A P4?!

#across the spiderverse #42 miles morales #miles morales headcanons #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x you #miles earth 42 #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles x reader #miles morales #part 3 #tysm for the support #Insuke

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jwonsoon · 8 months

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enha as beabadoobee songs ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮

☼ a/n: hi i love enha and i love beabadoobee. and i always think of them when i listen to her hehe. anyways enjoy, happy listening and let us know if u want more i was thinking this could be a cute “enha as songs” series <33

SUNOO

glue song - “i’ve never known someone like you” ✧˖°

this song sounds like summer sunshine and captures the beauty in young love and sunoo just embodies that energy. like he is so sunshine!! he’s just so pure and loving. he’s such a light and he makes everything brighter <3

JUNGWON

you’re here that’s the thing - ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

an angel actually. the most reliable person ever <3 he’s always there, whether that be comforting his members or even comforting engenes on weverse hehe. he’s the type to make u feel heard and supported. i feel like if you’re going through a hard time his mere presence is already enough to make u feel like everything’s going to be okay, like “at least ur here :(“

JAY

cologne - “you’re in my head” ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

the angst in this song this is just so him. his cologne is SIGNATURE. it just lingers everywhere and u cannot get rid of it. and it leaves u not being able to stop thinking about him </3 also the guitar in this song?? his rockstar emo self would eat it up :’)

SUNGHOON

10:36 - “saw you in a dream last night” ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

ANGST KING #2. he is ur mysterious quiet bsf that just keeps holding back to say what he wants to say, but one day he just decides to be bold. i feel like this song is so “laying in my bedroom stressing about a boy” and that boy u are stressing about? SUNGHOON. bc he just has that effect on u and u can’t understand why.

JAKE

soren - “if there was a place that i could call home, it’d be in your arms tonight” ₊˚✩彡

literally just a bf appreciation song because jake is just so boyfie coded. he has such a comforting and sweet presence and every little thing about him is just so loveable </3. it’s like all his members absolutely adore him. the way jungwon goes to him to feel at ease, and the way he cares for ni-ki god :’(. he is home. i miss my bf.

HEESEUNG

apple cider - “call me at midnight, lets give this thing a try” ⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆

angst king #3. this song is SO OMFG. gives off the vibes that he’s obviously in love with you but doesn’t want to admit it so he just silently admires. he does such subtle things that are so :$;&:$): like he would compliment ur sweater randomly and now ur wearing it every day. (just like the song lol) he would so randomly call u late at night just cus he wanted to talk to you and it’ll leave u so perplexed like HEESEUNG WHAT ARE WE??

NI-KI

ripples - “so i’m keeping busy, work twice as hard as you” ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

riki is such a hard worker :(. he is so hard on himself !! he’s been through so much at such a young age and this song so beautifully captures the feeling of growing out of a hateful place and paying homage to the hard work that got you there. i feel like now he’s in a much better place and he can smile and actually live his teenage years with his members. i love him so much.

end of cut! <3

#Spotify #enhypen #heeseung #jungwon #kpop #sunghoon #jake sim #kpop icons #enha #kpop layouts #enhypen jay #sunoo #niki #enhypen head canon #enhypenfluff #beabadoobee #drabble

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sollattes · 7 months

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Jealous HnL boys

note: the bold dialogues are the boys, and you're the italics

Hanaoka Fujio

-gets jealous but does not realise it

-gets really pouty and sulky when your attention is taken away from him

-follows you around like a lost puppy until he gets your attention back

-keeps the 'friendly' facade around the guy until the guy leaves and his smile just immediately drops

"I don't like him at all, and i couldn't care to know his name, so therefore, I would not be giving him a nickname. Hmph!" "Fujio I-"

Tsukasa takajo

-literally glares at anyone who goes near you within 5 feet

-already hates everyone's guts, so just imagine the hatred that he has for the guy who is flirting with you

-though he gets really jealous easily he tends to hide it all and act cool when in the inside he is already screaming for the guy to get lost or punch the guy when he tried to initiate physical contact with you

-acts all salty and needs to be persuaded after the whole incident

"I don't like this guy at all." "tsukasa, he is literally 6 ft away from me . What are you on?"

Todoroki yosuke

-doesnt really get jealous since he is secure in your relationship, and he is too proud to be jealous

-though he still can't help but feel possessive every time a guys would approach with romantic intentions

-doesnt wanna be too close, though still close enough to keep an eye on the guy if he tried anything

-if he can't take the jealousy anymore, he would just take you away without saying anything and distract you so you won't go back to the guy(not like you wanted to anyway)

"I wonder how many punches he can take?" "Yosu, I swear to god-"

Ueda sachio

-gets jealous easily, and everyone knows ot except you

-literally all smiles towards you, but once you look away, the leader of the housen killer corps appears

-makes sure to stay close to you in case the guy tries anything

-just has this terrifying and intimidating aura around him while he's behind you until the guy goes away, and when the guy does leave, it's all sunshine, rainbows, and daisies for sachio

*mumbling*"I'm gonna fucking kill this guy if he doesn't leave anytime soon" "chio? You said something?" "Nothing baby^^"

Odajima yuken

-like tsukasa, gets jealous really easily but hides it under his smartass facade

-since he is showing his smart ass facade, so expect a lot of back-handed compliments towards the guy

-makes you wear his sweater so everyone knows who they're messing with if they ever flirt with you

-is literally draped in you like sloth on a tree 24/7

"You know you're really good looking with this lighting." "But isn't it dark?" "Yu omg-"

Shida kenzo:

-gets jealous easily, but unlike tsukasa and yuken, he is not afraid to tell you that he's jealous

-momma's boy, so he basically knows what you might feel if he doesn't communicate his feelings (SHIDAKEN GREEN FLAG FR)

-you are his no.1 priority, so your comfort and emotions will always come first before his

-no filter at all. If he sees something wrong with the guy, he'll immediately point it out

"I'm sorry, but your breath really stinks." "kenzo, stop omfg-"

Shoji sameoka

-another momma's boy(it's my hc idfc) that is not afraid to tell you how he feels

-he will be gorilla glued to your side the whole time, and this is rare since shoji is not one for pda

-literally just side eyeing the guy the whole while occasionally letting out an annoying scoff

-his hands are just on your waist the whole time with the occasional rubs and squeezes to assure you that he is still there and can take you away any time you want

-is not afraid to tell the guy to fuck off if he had enough tolerating his shit

"Fuck off, go find someone else to bother with your bullshit" "shoji atleast let him finish-"

Misaki Mario(roah)

-now I don't why anyone would even try and flirt with you if they already saw roah with you but ig let's just say some dumbass really tried for the sake of the hc

-now roah would get jealous but not to the point that he'll get bothered by the feeling since he trusts you and knows you won't flirt back

-if he sees the guy being more and more eager to flirt he just uses his big figure to tower over the guys and intimidate him

-now if that doesn't work, which is rare, he won't hesitate to pull into his (ginormous)chest, keeping ou there until the guy gets a hint

"Honey, cmon, the kids are waiting." "roah, ssshhhh oml"

Mashii takehiko(mercy)

-mashi does gets jealous but won't tell instead he shows you

-he would also pull into his chest while talking 'friendly' threats to the guy

-he would puff smoke into the guy's face if the guy won't shut the fuck up

-he would puff smoke into your mouth while making out with you infront of the guy

"Cmon, let's make out in front of him." "And here I thought you didn't like pda, takehiko"

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Firefighter!Poe Dameron and his squad coming to your rescue when your apartment catches on fire and for some reason you’re feeling bold and while he’s watching over you while you get some oxygen back in your lungs you’re like “are you a fire cause you’re taking my breath away.” and it makes him laugh and holy shit he’s so pretty when he laughs/smiles. at the hospital, he visits you and then helps you get a hotel room to stay in while you figure out your living situation. and he keeps coming by to check on you, help you go through your things, give you suggestions on other places to live, just overall being a great guy. he finally asks you out and you say yes and when he picks you up for the date he goes “it’s a good thing I’m a firefighter.” And you go “why?” And he smirks as he says “cause you’re smokin hot.” and you burst out laughing and you two proceed to go on your date and it’s amazing and you two just like each other so much omfg.

#woo!#I missed the Poe brainrot #Poe dameron x reader #Poe dameron imagine #firefighter AU

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eoues · 1 year

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✦ not my type . . . chapter five | he’s so annoying

PREVIOUS / MASTERLIST / NEXT

SUMMARY: you can never trust anyone, not even your own friend. thinking that this blind date would go smoothly like hu tao states, it didn’t. why? because the person she set you up with is currently your rival from college! and what’s even worse — he’s now the newest member of your favorite idol group 5KY! hopefully after this date you won’t see him anymore, right?

NOTE. OMFG IT FELT TOO LONG HII HOW IS EVERYONE DOING !!!! im sorry that these updates r so slow i have work and school n im just so so tired but ill try my best getting chapters out!!

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bigdsgirl · 5 months

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sobbing because its the finale, and I don't want my babies to go!!!

reliving the baby announcement brings me so much serotonin 🥹

why must I watch her be abducted, this will break me

HAHAHAH THE LEG REVEAL! FUCK YEAH

the second chance! its July 20th, 2023! Let's survive this bitch!

oh this is fucking stressful

Yi Joo, what a fucking baddie let's fucking go! choke him out, he deserves it!

side bar, Do Guk looks fire in that blue shirt

Oh god I'm stressed but I cackled seeing Jung Wook with the knife, all I can imagine is this:

shit the stab freaked me out get the fuck out Jung Wook, I will kill you sir!!!

that's right king, beat his ass!!!!!!!!!

oh the truck ruined me bye

the numbers are gone yes yes yes!!! its all over!

"Don't Cry, I'm Okay" - is bleeding out from the stomach, ok sir

MIL in the pink sweater, i love you queen

the tubes coming out of him, lol sir

Yi Joo, you have to eat it's bad for the baby!! Yes Mom!! You tell her!

Lol this dad is truly delulu if he thinks Jung Wook would change after being in prison

HAHAH I bet his mom cheated on him or something. That would be hilarious. All this BS for a mom that abandoned her son.

BOOM BABY I WAS RIGHT.

"It's my fault" too little to late bruh

Now it's time for Yoo Ra justice :D Oh she big pregnant and just shows up that the house???? LOL

"Let me stay here" - girl, you are asking for trouble. HAHAH It's time for a paternity test. Let's air this all out.

Manager Kim you have my heart, send all the good vibes

ahem, sir, flowers are not going to fix what you allowed to happen. Jamie, lay the man out. "it is your fault" - damn right it is!

oh the hands as she send him in 😭😭

"Meeting you taught me who I am" - I am going to sob. Just sedate me please.

"There is so much I want to do with you", I am so unwell, this scene is destroying me. She loves him so much and I love them.

The way he is back in his memories and wanted to help her even then. "What have they done to her", YES PROTECT HER! oh god oh god. never mind that's not protecting her.

the way he was that messed up and still went to her, I am losing it.

the prayer, you TWO STOP RIGHT NOW

"where did you go, leaving me all alone", sir. I love her sass of "I leave for 5 minutes!!! five!!! and you do this!!!"

TWO MONTHS??????????????????

"teasing you and giving you a hard time is the greatest joy in my life" I am tearing up, they are the light of my life.

HE'S HOME!!!!!!!!! MY BABY IS HOME!

Oh father-son heart to heart, oh good.

Hands, it all about the hands. Thank you show for giving me what I need.

oh look - back to the family I hate. OH MY GOD THIS IS A NEW WOMAN. He went and moved on.......... oh lord. oh sir a storm is coming. *evil laughter*

oh this is... iconic. I do feel so bad for the other girl, she does not deserve this. oh she is an angel. Joo Ri run, you deserve so much better.

Bruh, the way he fucked up so so hard. delicious. I love watching these people suffer. gorgeous.

well sir :) you got the girl :) nice work :)

"give me money" -- I'll give it to Yoo Ra, she is bold.

ok bad people got punished, let's have some fun :)

Mommy daughter time yay!!! I love them.

LOL I love that line "we are going to file our marriage" FINALLY!!!

Do Guk you DID IT!!!!!! You successful little bean you. <3

the ad placement is PRIME this episode. I love it.

Grandfather sassing that Yi Joo sees Do Guk daily. I love him.

omfg they lost the ring, hilarious - WAIT THEY ARE HAVING A MOMENT!!!!!!!!!! kiss kiss kiss!

omg look at them officially getting married and shit. I am squealing they deserve the world.

the way he RUNS to open the door for her. omg stop everyone is there to celly; they are so cute.

"I'm a good driver" okay queen, go off!

wait is she reenacting them first meeting???? I LOVE THIS. I LOVE THEM. I AM SQUEALING!!!! GTFO.

"I'm thinking I'd like to take my chance on a future with you" I-- I am so unwell.

I love love love love the ring. I love them. I love them so much.

WILL YOU MARRY ME YI JOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAY YES GIRLY!!!!!!!

oh my god the card key bit I am giggling

THE BRIDAL CARRY, THE EMBARRASSMENT I LOVE THEM. I AM OVERJOYED.

BABIES YES I WAS SO WORRIED WE WOULDNT SEE THEM.

MATCHING SHIRTS!!!!!!! MATCHING SHIRTS!!!!!!!!

I am overflowing with joy, this ending is everything to me. EVERYTHING.

"Every day and happiness"

the DUCK FACE AT HIS BABY GIRL.

"no more hearts" - has a million photos of them together. Literally me in life.

"So this is our perfect marriage" -- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

for the last time

SO I CAN SEEEEEE MY HALOOOOOOOOOOOO

10000000000000000/10. This show has everything. I love them so much. <3 <3

the CREW SHOTS AT THE END. I love love love <3

now i must live on, post perfect marriage revenge :(

#perfect marriage revenge #heidi watches #pmr #kdrama #reactions #I cant believe its OVER #GAHHHHHHHH #Seo Do Guk #Han Yi Joo

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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Baby Honey (1)

Hello loves! This is my first post and I'm shitting myself lol anyways...this is a classic friends to lover with usual pinning after each other like idiots. Y/N is an oblivious child and Harry is in deep depths. This is the fake ig and I will write the oneshot for this if it gets few likes lol. Hope you'll enjoy!!

My wattpad \\ Part 1

Face Claim- Nailea Devora

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Yourinstagram Self timer pics in the middle of street definitely didn't get judged

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Y/Nfan1 Slaying as always

Y/Nfan2 My confidence level could never😭

StylesH one of these days you will get hit by car

Yourinstagram will make sure you get too🥰

Y/Nrry You two istg😭

Y/Nrry Is Harry going to be in the next vlog?

Yourinstagram Do I have any other choice?🤷🏻‍♀️

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Yourinstagram Only reason I hangout with him is food

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Harryfan1 I'm totally not jealous

Y/Nfan1 There are four plates?👀

StylesH Bold of you to assume she didn't eat all three of those

Yourinstagram Heyy it was tasty😐

StylesH I know baby honey

Y/Nfan1 OMG?!?!

StylesH and Flynn

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Y/Nrry I ship them soo hard

Harryfan2 Ikr😭 The way he looks at her god

Y/Nfan2 they're just friends leave them alone smh

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Y/Nfan2 Bella gets us

Harryfan2 get a room

Y/Nfan1 They look so cute🥺

Yourinstagram Why the "" ?

Harryfan1 Oh she's soo oblivious

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StylesH "That way" by Tate McRae cover on yt at 11:30 pm est<3

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Harryfan1 "Friends don't look at friends that way" you want to tell us something Harold?🤨

Harryfan2 @\Y/Nrry LOOK AT THIS

Y/Nrry OMFG

Y/Nfan1 Twitter is in shambles rn

Harryfan3 Hands tho🤤

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Harryfan3 Did Y/N just liked my comment?🧍🏻‍♀️

Yourinstagram That's one of my favs!!

Y/Nrry Girl-

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I'm sooo sorry if this is shitty I'm still trying to figure it out lol.

Please Like, comment and Reblog!!

#harry styles writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles angst #harry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #friends to lovers #youtuber!au #harry x yn #youtuber!reader #harry styles blurb #baby honey

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corie-is-writing · 1 year

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↳ ❝ [S Y N P O S I S] ¡! ❞

Y/n L/n, a simple minded reader, is one of the biggest fans of a popular web novel, Twisted wonderland. In their shock after finding out it has ended, they froze in the middle of a busy street and got hit by a truck.

Dizzy and confused, they have awoken in a coffin in the world they adore so much, and must use their knowledge to survive and stop the boys from overblotting.

A/n: I just realized the first paragraph disappeared omfg

2nd a/n: two paragraphs from the story were missing wtf

↳ ❝ [M A S T E R L I S T] ¡! ❞

↳ ❝ [WELCOME TO THE VILLAINS WORLD] ¡! ❞

˗ˏˋ How'd I get here? ´ˎ˗

Walking through the busy streets, you stop at a red light in the sidewalk. Scrolling through the webnovel on your phone while waiting for the lights to turn green.

You had just finished playing the latest episode on the game version of your favorite novel, [Twisted Wonderland.]

Originally a webnovel, adapted into a physical copy and game, it is a story where a teen named Yuuya ends up into a twisted version of wonderland, where he befriends a beast and characters that are based off of disney villains and attend a magical school called Night Raven College.

With the new friends he has made, they fight against troubled students who have overblotted, which is basically the magic version of a mental breakdown.

The latest episode of the game drove you to tears, Idia's voice actor did such a good job, but damn, it took you hours to defeat his overblot form and Ortho! But the ending made you so excited to finally finish the novel and see what happens next.

You sighed, reaching the last piece of paragraph just as the light turns green. You begin walking, excited to finish the chapter and read the next.

Out the corner of your eye, you see a short text in bold, one that made you stop you in your tracks and widen your eyes.

"Author's note: Will be on hiatus until furthur notice!"

"What."

What indeed, there's no way you cried a whole night catching up with the novel just for it to suddenly to be on hiatus?!

The author doesn't even explain why?! You groan, 'Alright, calm down! there must be a good explanation!' Of course, they must.

maybe they're burnt out from helping with the physical copies and the games, afterall, they're the artist as well! Maybe they're health isn't doing well, or there is some personal problems they'd rather not share.

In your thoughts you fail to notice the angered drivers beeping, waiting for you to finally move, as well as the sudden shouts and cries as the pedestrians and drivers turn to see a truck driving so reckelssly.

"God damn it! work you little shit!" The driver yells, steering the wheel and hitting the breaks, yet to no avail.

As you're about to move, you snap your head to the sounds of loud beepings, just to be met with a truck inches away from your face.

"Eh?"

𓆩♡𓆪

You awake to the sound of loud shuffling and a headache, your whole body is sore. "Is it morning already..?" You whisper.

You try to stretch yet your arms stay bent, you blink, realizing you're confined in a small space.

The panic settles it, your breath quickens as you look around the dark space. 'What..did I get kidnapped..?' You think.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to remember what you saw or did last. You recall walking through the busy streets, reading chapter 6 of twisted wonderland that has recently been published.

And the truck.

The truck that was so close to you, you could smell the mud and oil it has been through, feel the heat emitting from it, blinded by it's headlights, and the touch of the rough metallic texture as it meets your skin.

You could still feel the aftermath of the quick collision between you and the truck.

You're whole body was now screaming in agony as you recall that awful memory, were you..dead?

'No way..how am I thinking and moving if I'm dead?' You shake off that thought, did you survive? maybe everyone thought you died and decided to bury you already.

You are snapped out of your thoughts as the shuffling grows louder, you listen in, able to hear a voice.

"Crap, people are coming.. gotta get a uniform while..grrr!" You are startled as you hear the raspy voice belonging to someone, who was that? were you actually kidnapped? and why did he growl?!

"Tch, this lid is too heavy.. time for my secret move!" You hear the mysterious voice take a deep breath, suddenly, blue fire surrounds your view and melts the lock of the enclosure you were trapped in.

Tripping out of the place ('Is that..a floating coffin?' You question yourself) you widen your eyes in surprise as you look around the place and fire. "B-blue fire?!"

"Ok,ok. gotta get.." You turn to the source of the voice, he looks up at you as well, shocked. "WHAA- WHY ARE YOU AWAKE!?"

You can't believe what you're seeing, a blue eyed talking tanuki looking cat with fiery blue flames in his hears, paired with his grey fur and white fluff around his neck and the raspy annoying voice of his..this can't be..!

'Grim?!' On the ground, you sit there motionless with your jaw hanging low, how the fuck-

"What are you looking at like that!" He snaps you out of your thoughts, this wasn't in the game or novel..well, maybe because of you?

'Holy shit does this mean I'm Yuu now?!' You feel giddy and excited, smiling. Were you finally going to be the heroic main character you've always dreamed of being?

"what's with the smile? Well, whatever. Hey, human! Gimme those clothes already! otherwise.." Grim's eyes sharpen as he smirks, his claws out. "I'll burn ya!"

You shiver, and immediately get up from the floor, booking it quickly. 'There's no time for questions, y/n, survival first!' You think.

You run through the large halls, not wasting time to take in every detail (unfortunately for you). Grim chases behind closely.

You end up lost in a dead end, a place full of books. 'In the story, Yuu gets lost in the library while running from Grim, is this it?'

You don't have time to answer your own questions as Grim runs in, laughing. "Did you really you'd get away from me, dumb human?!" He yells, it wasn't really a question.

"Hand over those clothes before I-" He doesn't get to finish his words before he is suddenly tied by a rope. "BWAAH! What's with this rope?!"

Grim struggles to move out the ropes and tried to bite into it, before turning to the culprit that caused this. You can't contain your excitement. 'The sussy deadbeat dad is here!'

"It is no mere rope, it is the lash of love!" A masked man in a suit announces. "Ah! found you at last, you're the new student, no?" He says, looking at you.

"This won't do, you mustn't leave the gates or take untamed familiars with you!" The man lightly scolds, Grim doesn't seem all too happy to be called a familiar.

"Let me go! who you callin' familiar?!" he yells, wiggling around in the rope. Crowley just shakes his head, ignoring him.

"That's what all rebellious beasts say.." He sighs, grabbing him and shutting his mouth. "It's quite rare for a student to open the gate on their own.. Uuugh, how impatient must you be?" He turns to you, you just look at him with a smile, he seems a little taken back by that.

"Hurry on now! the ceremony has already started." Crowley says and begins to make his way to the hall of mirrors, you follow closely behind, shaking of excitement slightly.

'O.M.G! Headmaster Crowley is right in front if me?! how is this possible..!' It seems all the excitement by being isekaied into your favorite game and novel has made you forget about your hatred for Crowley.

The whole time you were walking to the hall of mirrors, Grim was staring at you, wondering why you had such a strange look on your face.

𓆩♡𓆪

The walk to the hall of mirrors was longer than it was in the novel or game, possibly because there are no skips in this world. Not to mention– the halls seem longer and the school in general is a lot bigger than on screen or how it was described in the novel.

You take in every little detail, looking around the place in excitement. You never would have guessed you would end up in the story you loved the most.

The three of you (Grim included) finally reach the hall of mirrors, you here a muffled voice, yet clear enough to understand.

"Did he get a stomachace?" At that, Crowley barges in through the doors.

"No, I have not!" His voice echoes through the dark halls, catching the attention of the students and even startling some.

The background students, surprisingly, all look very different, despite the game not caring much and reusing the same models for them.

The ones you recognize the most, however, are the ones that get your heartbeat going and your smile grow wider, the main characters of the book and game!

"Ah, he's here." A red haired boy acknowledges. Crowley steps forward with you in tow, Grim still being carried around like a bag.

"I cannot believe you all, we were missing a student so I went to fetch them." He explains before turning to you, "You're the only one without an assigned dormitory, I shall watch over your familiar, so step up to the dark mirror." Crowley instructs.

You walk up to the mirror, it seems a lot more scarier and realistic than you remember.

"State thy name." It says, the voice booming loud. You think for a moment, wondering if you should tell your name or no, but decided to tell your real name anyway.

"Y/n." You simply say, leaving out your last name.

"The shape of thy soul is..unknown."

"Come again?" Crowley asks, tilting his head slightly.

"I sense not a spark of magic in this one." Says the mirror before continuing. "The color, the shape, all nothing, therefore, there are no dorms suited for them.

It was silent for what seemed like an eternity, then came the waves of whispers amongst the students, confusion apparent on their faces and voices.

You definitely don't remember the mirror's words hurting this much, nor the feeling of anxiety and fear rushing through you as you notice all eyes are on you.

"The ebony carriage has never picked up a magicless student." Crowley finally speaks, "Since a hundred years, there was never a problem in the student selection..so why now?!" His words do nothing to soothe your anxious state.

At that, Grim breaks free from the headmaster's hold, ripping the rope apart and smirking mischievously. "Then I'll take their place!" he says.

"Stay right there raccoon!" yells the headmaster, yet his words does not effect the wild beast, whose flames seem to grow bigger at every second.

"Unlike that magicless human– I can actually do magic! Let me in the school now! I'll prove it to ya!" Grim says confidently, taking a deep breath in.

Riddle, alarmed, immediately yells to the other students. "Get down, quick!"

"Nnnah!!!" Grim exhales, fire comes out of his mouth, catching the venue on fire. You quickly move out of the way, grabbing a careless student along with you.

"Phew, that was close.. Thanks!" The student says, his voices catches you off guard.

'Is that-' You don't have much time to think as Grim continues to burn down the school.

The headmaster yells out for someone to catch that beast, while two students have a light banter, another set of students go out to catch the running Grim.

'Oh gee, this is gonna take a while.' You sigh.

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"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" Yells the red head, with his words came a heart shaped collar around the silly beast.

"NYGAAH! What's with this collar!?" Said beast yells, his blue eyes widening as he looks down at the collar.

"Laws of the Queen of Hearts: Number 23 "One shall never bring a cat to a festival." You being a cat breaks the rules, I shall escort you out at once." Riddle says.

"I'm not a cat! I'll burn this collar and.." Grim's confusion grows as he realizes he is unable to use his magic. "Huh?! Why can't I use my magic?!"

Riddle huffs, "You won't be using any magic until I remove the collar, you'll be just like an ordinary house cat." He mocked.

"What?! I'm not some pet!" The beast yells, his scowl growing wider.

Riddle smirks as he picks up Grim. "Don't worry, I'd never keep a cat like you." He sneers, "I'll take it off once you're thrown out." His words don't reassure the beast.

Azul begins to speak up. "Wow, as wonderful as ever. Any and all magic get's sealed by your unique magic, Riddle." He gives an unneeded explanation towards no one in particular.

"I must simply have..Ahem! I mean, I wouldn't have that cast on me." He finishes.

Back to you, the Headmaster walks up to you. "You must do something about this! this is your familiar afterall! you must discipli-"

You quickly cut him off. "He's not mine." You say, furrowing your brows slightly.

"Eh? It's not yours?" Crowley asks, takened back.

"Nope, never seen him." You simply say, lying through your teeth. 'Technically not in person..'

"You haven't?" He coughs. "Anyway, let's get it out the school at any rate. I won't turn you into stew, for I am gracious! Someone, help please." You don't wanna know what he meant by turning Grim into stew.

"Gyaaa! Let me go! I'm going.. I'm going to become the best mage!" His cries do not phase the students and headmaster as he gets thrown out, though it does shake your heart slightly.

'Oh well, he'll come back anyway.' You think, cheering yourself up.

Soon, at the headmaster's command, all the students follow their respective dormleaders to their dorm.

"Then, Y/n." Crowley turns to you, "I'm terribly sorry about this but, we must have you leave the school." He says.

"Those without any magic cannot be allowed to attend here." He explains, "Not to worry– the dark mirror will send you to where you've come from." He reassures.

"Just enter the gate and imagine your home clearly." He instructs and you do so.

"Oh, dark mirror! Guide this one back to the place where they belong!" The headmaster commands, and was responded with silence.

He tilts his head before trying again. "Once more. Oh dark mirror! guide thi-"

"It is nowhere." Says the dark mirror nonchalant, a smile tugs at your lips, yet you refrain from making any odd faces.

"Eh?" The headmaster seems confused.

The dark mirror begins to explain. "The place they belong is nowhere in this world..it does not exist."

"What did you say?! That is unbelievable!" Crowley shouts, before calming down. "Well, the unbelievable seems to be the theme today.."

The dark mirror just stays silent.

The headmaster turns to you. "This is the first time this happened since I've become the headmaster, where exactly do you come from?" He asks.

You answer him, telling him your hometown.

"I've never heard of this place. I have a general understanding of where all the students came from, but I've never even heard of that name." Crowley says. "Let's go do some research in the library. He suggests.

You follow after him out the venue, and to the library you go.

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Just as suspected, there was nothing in the library that even mentioned your hometown.

"Are you truly from where you say? You aren't hiding the truth, are you?" You just shake your head no.

"Looking at all this, you may have somehow been brought here from another planet..or another world." He suggests, you've already figured that out long ago.

"Do you have anything that can verify your identity? a drivers license or even a slipper?" Crowley asks, you rummage through your pockets.

"Nope, nothing on me." You answer, a bit disappointed. You could've checked your phone and told your friend everything that happened whether they believe it or not, or reread the story to prepare for whatever happens.

Well, you doubt the reception here will work, and you're pretty sure you've got every little detail of the story memorized in your head.

"This is concerning, I can't just let a magicless person stay at my school. However, as an educator. I can't toss a penniless teenager who has no means of contacting their guardians out on the street." He stays silent for a bit before smiling and saying his catchphrase. "For I am so gracious!"

Crowley thinks for a moment before speaking up again. "I know! There is an unused building on campus. It was once a dormitory in the past, if you can clean in up, you should be able to at least sleep there." He suggests, you get excited again. You can to live in the rusty, old, rat filled, dusty, disgusting, moldy, broken ramshackle dorm?! in your favorite novel?! amazing!

"For the time being, I shall allow you to stay there!" The headmaster interrupts your train of thoughts, "Then I will look for a way to return you home."

He rambles on for a bit on how gracious and amazing he is before leading you to the dirty dorm.

And there it is, the ramshackle dorm in all it's glory. You really hope this isn't some vivid dream.

"What a glorious place!" You say, with a hint of sarcasm in your tone.

"Right right, please come inside." The headmaster says, not picking up on your tone of voice and leads you inside.

The inside is worse, with speckles of dust flying everywhere, torn couches, and dirty floors. But you love it anyway.

"Staying here will at least keep you out of the rain." Crowley states. "I'm going to do more research, make yourself at home and please do not wander around the campus!" He warns before leaving you in the dark dorm.

You sigh, looking around the place. The game and novel doesn't show it, but the dust really does look like snow.

You walk to the window, gently pressing the palm of your hand against the glass.

Peeping through the stained glass, you see rain coming down, it's drops hit the ground with a splash you can hear through the barrier, and the wind howls loudly through the night.

You can see the campus nearby, and the lanterns glowing, lightening the cold and dark paths of ramshackle to the campus.

You feel the cool breeze come through the cracks of the walls, making you shiver slightly. "Why was I excited about this.." You mutter quietly.

It felt a little lonely as you sat down on the couch, still watching the rain. But the loud screech of a familiar beast was there to keep you company.

"Hyiii!! It's really coming down!" You turn, almost breaking your neck with how fast you snapped your head. Eyes widened as you look at the raccoon like beast.

"Gyahahaha! You shoud see the stupid look on your face!" Grim laughs, "It's like a bat being attacked by a water gun!" He snickers through his comparison.

"Sneaking back into the school again is easy-peasy for me, no sweat!" Grim brags. "If you think getting kicked out is gonna make me give up on getting in, you've got another thing coming!"

You stay quiet for a bit, sitting back down in the couch in a more comfortable position, bring your knees to your chest and allowing your head to rest on them. "Why do you wanna be in this school so badly?" You ask.

"That's simple!" Grim huffs as he begins to explain, "I'm a genius who is destined to become a great wizard! I've been waiting for the ebony carriage to pick me up..but.." The mood turns bitter and somber as Grim looks down in disappointment.

"But..hmph! the dark mirror has no eye for talent. So that's why I came here myself!" He speaks again, his moment of weakness quickly replaced by his cheerfull and haughty act.

"Not letting me in would be a loss for the world. Humans just don't get it." As Grim finishes his explanation, a rain drops through the cracks of the ceiling an onto his ears, making him flinch and screech.

"Nyaa! So cold! The ceiling is leaking!" He shivers, more water drips down again. "Fgyaaa! it keeps coming! my signature fire ears are gonna go out at this rate!"

You look at the ceiling calmly, and get up from your position. "I'm gonna look for buckets." You state.

Grim looks at you confusingly. "Why not use magic?" He asks curiously, before his eyes widen in realization and smirking smugly. "Oh! that's right, you can't use magic~" He taunts, laughing.

You just scoff at his weak attempt to piss you off and leave the room.

Walking through the foyer, you shiver slightly from the cold. Your socks dirty from the dusty floor and almost slip at one point from the small puddle caused by the leak.

The dark and broken halls of ramshackle makes you quiver, your heart quickens as you hear a noise. Before you can take another step, white cartoony figures appear before you.

"Hihihi..hihihi.." Their chuckles echoe loudly, you widen your eyes in surprise and fear.

"We haven't had a guest in such a long time.. I'm itching for some actiong! hihihihi....."

You calm as you realize who they are, the three ghosts of ramshackle! They were creepy at first, but you warmed up to them as the game and novel progressed.

You do have to fight them though, that's a shame. But it was easy in the game so..

'Oh..'

You don't know how to fight in real life..

'Oh crap.'

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