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Strings Attached - Hazel Callahan x reader

Hey loves!! I think we're learning I'm incapable of writing anything that isn't friends to lovers lol. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

Content: smut, oral, fingering, awkwardness but cuteness, cursing. (18+ ONLY) - all characters are over 18.

Summary: Hazel grows jealous of PJ and Josie's sexual encounters since creating fight club. So the two of you decide to strike a deal. No strings attached. Word Count: 4.2k

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“You know what? I’m kind of jealous.”

“Huh?” You looked up from the book you were reading, completely oblivious to your surroundings. You looked at your friend Hazel who was sitting next to you, scribbling in a notebook. She jutted her chin out, and you looked to see where she was indicating. On the football field in front of the bleachers you were sitting on, cheer practise was happening, and everybody had dispersed for a drink break. Your friends, Brittany and Isabel were cheerleaders, and their respective girlfriends, PJ and Josie, were down there too. Isabel and Josie were standing close together, talking and giggling, Isabel’s hand on Josie’s waist. Meanwhile, Brittany and PJ were off to the side of the group, full-on making out, tongues and all. You laughed to yourself at their lack of subtlety, but unable to stop yourself from blushing. You’d certainly never kissed anyone like that.

“You’re jealous cause you wanna make out with PJ? Or Brittany?” you teased. Hazel smiled and flushed, clicking her pen nervously.

“Absolutely not. I just mean…” she sighed. “I guess I’m jealous that they got what they wanted out of fight club. I know it was fucked, but they wanted sex with cheerleaders, you know? And they got it,” she shrugged.

“What are you saying, you want to have sex with a cheerleader? I mean, I’m sure somebody would want to, you’re gorgeous,” you remarked, putting your book down, crossing your legs and facing Hazel. She smiled shyly, shaking her head ever so slightly.

“Thank you,” she said earnestly. It was adorable. “But not necessarily. Just with anyone, would be nice. Don’t you feel like we’re missing out? We should be out there, dating, fucking-“ she stopped suddenly, going bright red. “I mean, not us, together, you and me, but like, separately, as individuals, with other people-“ she babbled, hands flailing around, and you couldn’t stop the next words out of your mouth, heart beating like crazy at Hazel’s words. You knew you were toeing the line of your completely platonic friendship, but you found yourself not caring. She was undeniably attractive, and you were incredibly horny.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Having sex with you, that is. If that’s something that you’d be interested in.” You spoke quickly, then gnawed at your lip nervously. There was no turning back now. Your heart was in your throat.

“Oh. Oh,” was all Hazel managed to say, and you suddenly had an impending feeling. You shouldn’t have said anything, and you were mortified, and you were going to take it all back, no, say that you were joking, although, would she believe you, and-

“I wouldn’t be opposed either,” Hazel said, interrupting your train of thought. Your back straightened. Oh, shit.

“Wait, really? Because it was only a suggestion, I just think that- well- maybe we could get it over with, y’know? We’re both horny, and we’re friends, and we’re comfortable with each other. It could be like… no strings attached.” You shrugged.

“No strings attached,” Hazel agreed, holding her hand out for you to shake. You laughed softly, gripping her hand and giving it a gentle shake, trying to ignore how sweaty your hand was.

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Hazel was a serial organiser. Always had been. And this was no exception. So, she planned the whole thing out. It would be at your house, Friday night, because your parents were away for the weekend. That way, you could go back to yours after school Friday and sleep in Saturday morning. It was all very clinical, methodical, planned out. Which is the way that it should be… right? It’s not like this was real. You were just… practicing. Practicing for when the real thing came along for both of you. That’s all it was.

That Friday was the longest day of your life. First, the morning consisted of you getting changed about five times, before deciding on an outfit. A low-cut tank top and your favourite jeans that you knew made your ass look good. Once you got to school, the nerves didn’t subside, they only got worse. Especially when at lunchtime, you sat in your usual spot with PJ, Josie, Isabel, Brittany, and Hazel. You couldn’t stop blushing and fidgeting, and everything Hazel said that was remotely amusing made you giggle like a little kid. Act normal, you kept scolding yourself. But it was so hard when Hazel was looking so good and you just kept picturing how it might go later. It was one thing to fantasize but it was another entirely to know you were actually going to be having sex with the girl sitting next to you that very same day.

At the end of your final period, you practically ran out of the door as the bell was ringing, rushing to Hazel’s locker to meet her. She wasn’t there yet, and you stood awkwardly, fidgeting with the strap of your bag, nervously rocking back and forth on your feet. When you saw her walking towards you down the hallway amid the crowd, smiling at you, you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hey,” she said as she approached you, and, surprisingly, your nerves subsided slightly. The way she bounded over to you was so endearing. You were almost tempted to just grab her and kiss her there and then.

“Hey, are you ready?” you asked, and she nodded, leading you out to the carpark to her car.

Neither of you spoke too much on the drive, unsure of what to say to each other. It wasn’t exactly like any other Friday night where you would hang out, watch movies on opposite ends of the couch with a big bowl of popcorn in between you, and part ways with a friendly fist bump. You were also not sure if it was one-sided, but you swore you could already feel the sexual tension in the air. Hazel occasionally glanced over in your direction, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. As nervous as you were, you were mostly excited.

“Here we are,” she said when you pulled up to her driveway. You unclicked your seatbelt, grabbed your bag, and followed her inside. She opened the door for you, holding it open while you walked in. You thanked her, chuckling at her cuteness.

“Do you want a snack? I have cookies,” she opened the pantry, holding up the box proudly. You grinned, nodding.

“Who would say no to that?” you laughed, following her up the stairs to her bedroom. You placed your bag down and kicked your shoes off, sitting on her bed cross-legged while she did the same. You both took a cookie, eating in silence. You could feel your heart beating in your ears.

“Sorry I’m being so awkward,” Hazel said, readjusting so she was a little closer to you. “I’m just nervous.” The tips of her ears were pink, and all you wanted to do was kiss them.

“Me too,” you reassured, reaching out to place your hand on top of hers, and she smiled gratefully. “Think of it this way, it would be weird if we weren’t a little nervous.” She nodded in agreement.

“That’s true,” she said, looking down at your hands, which you were basically holding at this stage. She looked up at you, and you fought the urge to swoon. “I’m more nervous because you’re, well-“ she gestured towards you vaguely.

“I’m what?” you laughed, completely unsure what she meant. She stood up, and you raised an eyebrow, following suit.

“You’re like-“ she used her hands to gesture again, as if she was mimicking curves. You flushed, mouth dropping open. “You’re really hot,” she finally said, and your tummy flipped.

“You think I’m hot?” you asked teasingly, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, are you kidding me?”

“Well, I think you’re really hot too. Like, so attractive.”

“Really?” she asked. As if she was genuinely surprised. As if she walked around all the time looking like that completely blissfully ignorant. It was kind of hard to believe.

“Um, absolutely,” you replied with certainty. “Now that we’ve established we’re attracted to each other…” you trailed off.

“Now what?” Hazel asked, chuckling nervously.

“Maybe we could just start with kissing?” you suggested, moving a step closer to Hazel. You placed your hands on her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze to reassure her.

“Yeah, that’s a good start,” she said breathlessly, placing her hands on your waist. You took a sharp intake of breath at the feeling, inwardly wondering how the hell you were going to keep it together later when even the slightest touch from Hazel made you feel dizzy with lust.

You both leaned in, shutting your eyes as your lips met. They slotted together, ever so softly at first, just testing the waters. You parted your lips slightly, kissing her a little deeper, and you were met with a positive response as Hazel wrapped her arms around you tighter, resting her hands in the small of your back and drawing circles with her thumbs. After a few moments, you both pulled away, breathless.

“Well done,” Hazel congratulated you, nodding thoughtfully. “You’re a great kisser.” You chuckled.

“You too. Really good. Can I kiss you again?” you asked, moving your hands up to gently cup the sides of her face. She nodded, leaning in yet again. It was deeper this time, as you both felt more confident. You gently introduced your tongue, and Hazel did the same, as she moaned instinctively into the kiss. This spurred you on; you had never heard a prettier sound. You ran a hand through her hair, as she moved her hands down to your ass, not squeezing, just resting there.

“Is this okay?” she asked against your lips.

“More than,” you murmured, kissing her again, already beginning to feel a throbbing between your thighs. Hazel gently squeezed, and you moaned into the kiss. You knew you were touch-starved, but this was insane. The way she was making you feel with every kiss, every touch, was ungodly.

“Hazel,” you breathed out, kissing her jaw.

“Mm?” she responded, voice catching in her throat. You smiled against her skin.

“Nothing, just like saying your name.”

“Say it again.” Her voice was dripping with need, and you decided then and there that you were going to do everything possible to get her to speak that way to you for as long as possible.

“Hazel,” you whispered, walking with her towards the bed. She sat down first, and you sat down on her lap, straddling her.

“Fuck,” she murmured, looking you up and down, hands resting on the swell of your ass. It was like she couldn’t decide where to look, trying to take everything in. And you were still fully clothed, only the strap of your tank top slipping off your shoulder to reveal your bra strap. She decided to take the opportunity to kiss your shoulder, and you tilted your head to the side, eyes fluttering with bliss. Her lips were so soft.

She fiddled with the bottom of your tank top rather awkwardly, leaving kisses at the base of your neck.

“Do you want to take it off?” you asked, biting your lip.

“Please,” she said breathlessly. You nodded, and she pulled the top over your head, tossing it aside, leaving you in the white lace bra you’d picked to wear specifically for this occasion. Your chest rose and fell in short breaths, and Hazel’s eyes glued to your tits weren’t helping. You decided to throw caution to the wind, and reached behind your back to undo your bra, sliding the straps off your shoulders. Hazel’s eyes widened, taking you all in.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” she furrowed her brows, as if she couldn’t believe it. Her eyes darted up and down you, and your sudden burst of confidence was gone again, her nerves making you more nervous. You suddenly felt very exposed.

“Haze, it’s okay,” you whispered, cupping the side of her face. “It’s just me.” She gave you a gentle kiss, and your heart burst in your chest.

“Thank you,” she said softly, looking at you with those beautiful doe eyes. “Do you want to take my top off?” she asked. It was so endearing, yet wildly sexy the way she asked. What was this girl doing to you?

“Fuck yes, I do,” you chuckled, as she lifted her arms up to help you pull of her t-shirt. You nibbled at your lip as you wordlessly reached behind her back to undo her bra, and she pushed it off her shoulders, then threw it aside, eyes never leaving yours. She was so beautiful, it almost hurt to look at her. It was like staring into the sun. But you couldn’t look away. Your bare chests pressing together only made the wetness pooling between your thighs more evident, and you briefly wondered if you had ever been so wet in your life.

“Can I?” Hazel asked, resting her lips just at the top of one of your tits. You nodded vigorously, running your fingers through her hair. She began leaving wet kisses, trailing down to your nipple. She took it in her mouth, and you gasped and arched your back. She swirled her tongue, before stopping way before you would have liked to show your other breast some attention. This time, she spent a little longer kissing, sucking, nibbling, paying attention to your reactions. She took your other breast in her hand, tweaking your nipple between two fingers.

“Hazel,” you groaned, shifting in her lap, grinding, trying to find some friction. She continued paying attention to your tits, as she began to attempt to undo your jeans. It was taking her a while, and you gave her a kiss on the top of her head, hoping to give her some reassurance.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” she whispered, voice dripping with need, hands trembling as she fumbled at undoing the buttons. You frowned, gently placing your fingers under her chin to look up at you. She blinked, eyes wide, bottom lip pouting out slightly. Her eyes were like a sad puppy dog’s, and all you wanted to do was scream because how could somebody be that cute?

“Hey,” you reassured softly, “me neither.” You gave her a soft kiss. “And we don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s okay. Do you want to watch a movie instead?” Hazel immediately shook her head, hair falling in her eyes.

“No, no, no, I want to so badly, you have no idea,” she breathed out, hands moving to grip your waist. You inhaled sharply, instinctively shifting even closer. “I’m just worried I’m not gonna be any good.”

“If any of this has been an indication so far…” you trailed off, leaning down to pepper feather-light kisses from Hazel’s shoulder, up her neck, stopping at her ear. “You’ll be fucking amazing,” you whispered in her ear. Hazel gasped lightly, and you could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin. You smirked to yourself, her reactions giving you a major confidence boost.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered. “Is that okay?”

“Only if you want to,” you said, heart racing.

“I want to,” she reassured, affirming this by lifting you off your lap and laying you down. You grinned, her assertiveness in this action incredibly hot. You decided to help her out by pushing your pants off your legs, tossing them onto the floor. You were left in a plain pair of cotton panties, biting your lip when you noticed your wetness staining the front of them. Hazel’s eyes were wide, hands gripping your thighs.

“Shit, baby,” she muttered. You squirmed, heart exploding at the nickname. But you didn’t want to scare her, so you didn’t mention it. This was meant to be just friends helping each other out. At least that’s what you were telling yourself.

“Do you normally get this wet?” Hazel asked, genuinely curious. You shook your head vigorously, blushing.

“No, god no… this was all you,” you chuckled breathily. Hazel was a vision leaning over you, hands sliding to grip your hips, thumbs inching under the sides of your underwear making you inhale sharply. Her hair was mused, the chain necklace she was wearing swinging with every movement. She leant forward to kiss you, coming back to that safe space, and you happily accepted. You took the opportunity to move your hands to her tits, giving them a squeeze, then tweaking her nipples between your fingers. She moaned against your mouth, thumbs drawing circles right on that sensitive spot right at the crease of your thigh. She pulled away, moving down to kiss your stomach, stopping right at the top of your underwear for a moment.

She considered her next movements, before placing a feather-light kiss right on your clit through your soaked underwear. You inhaled sharply, instinctively bucking your hips. Hazel raised her eyebrows, as if she was surprised by your reaction. She began gently sucking and licking through your panties, and you couldn’t help the moans that escaped your lips. Hazel looked up at you the entire time, and you wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. There was so much sincerity and vulnerability in her eyes, and it terrified you.

“Haze, please,” you exhaled, fingers finding her hair; not gripping, just holding. She got the message, and pulled your panties down your legs. They went flying as she threw them across the room, not looking away from you for a moment.

“You’re perfect,” she muttered into your skin, kissing and sucking at your inner thighs, absolutely leaving marks. She had a way of giving compliments that forced you to believe them; she never said anything she didn’t mean. Your heart melted. You couldn’t have been fonder of her in that moment.

“Hang on,” you said sitting up slightly, causing her to quickly pull away, clearly flustered.

“Shit, what is it? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“No,” you interrupted, not necessarily wanting her to finish that sentence. “No, I just meant hang on for a second, I’m just gonna…” you retrieved a pillow, lifting your hips up to place it under your lower back, then spread your legs apart a little wider than before. Hazel inhaled sharply at the sight of you all wet and spread out for her. It’s all for you, you wanted to say. Only you. But you didn’t.

“There you go, shouldn’t be too hard on your neck now,” you smiled at her, and she chuckled in relief.

“Always so good to me,” she murmured, before attaching her lips to your bare clit, flicking her tongue. You gasped, hand flying back to her hair and gripping this time. When she said she didn’t know what she was doing? Bullshit.

“You’re-you’re s-so good to me,” you barely managed to choke out. “Oh fuck, Haze, that feels so good.”

“Yeah?” she whispered, clearly enjoying herself, which only turned you on more. She began alternating between licking up and down your slit, swirling her tongue around your entrance, and paying attention to your clit. Every time you moaned a little louder, gripped her hair a little tighter, she made a mental note.

“Yeah, fuck, Hazel,” you groaned lowly. It was as if you couldn’t stop yourself from saying her name. She seemed to love it. As your breaths became shorter, her movements quickened, she hoisted your legs above her shoulders as you crossed your ankles, getting even closer. You gasped in surprise, then giggled.

“I could stay between these thighs forever, fuck,” she mused, giving them a rub. You bit your lip, heart fluttering at the implications of her comment. Did that mean she wanted to do this again? Before you could get too in your head, her lips reattached to your pussy and everything else faded away. You tossed your head side to side, suddenly very overwhelmed.

“Oh god, it feels too good, it’s too much, I can’t-“ you babbled, hands covering your face.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay, take a deep breath, relax into it, feel it,” Hazel mumbled into your pussy, the vibrations only adding to the euphoria. You did as she said, taking a big, quivering inhale, then exhale. You tried to relax your muscles, focusing on the feeling of Hazel swirling her tongue on your clit.

“Good,” she praised into your pussy, blinking up at you. Looking into her eyes helped too; nothing else mattered when she was looking at you like that. You began playing with your own breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers, kneading, and Hazel groaned at the sight.

“You’re so hot,” she murmured, as she pulled away for a moment, chest heaving.

“You are- you’re- I-“ you tried, before getting completely distracted at Hazel running two of her fingers up and down your slit, collecting some wetness on her fingers. You watched, completely enthralled as she took them into her mouth, sucking her fingers and closing her eyes, moaning. It was the sexiest thing you had ever witnessed with your own two eyes. You were rendered completely speechless.

“I-you’re- that was-“ you were cut off again by Hazel circling your entrance with those same fingers.

“Is this okay?” she asked, and you nodded.

“Yes, yes, yes, please.” She entered you with one swift movement, taking your breath away in the best way possible. You were so wet, so turned on, so ready for her. She tested the waters by pulling her fingers out halfway, then slipping them back in.

“That’s good, that’s-“ you moaned. “Try doing this with your fingers,” you mimicked a ‘come hither’ motion. She followed suit, the cutest look of concentration on her face as she watched for your reaction. You moaned even louder, nodding vigorously.

“That’s it, don’t stop,” you squeaked, throwing your head back in pleasure. She continued the same motion at the same pace, and you noticed how close you were getting. When Hazel reattached her lips to your clit and began sucking, you were done for.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cried out, hand flying back into her hair, gripping probably a little too hard. But it only seemed to spur her on.

“Harder, more,” you instructed, and she began finger-fucking you with more force, going deeper, sucking your clit a little harder, kitten-licking at the same time.

“Haze, Haze, Haze,” you gasped, mouth hanging open as you took in the sight of her. She was looking at you with wide, lustful eyes, continuing the same pace.

“I-I’m gonna-“ you squeaked between sharp breaths. Hazel slid a third finger in, curling her fingers at a rapid pace, tongue swirling on your clit in the most delicious way. You could tell she was determined to make you cum. This sent you over the edge, and you cried out, making the most ungodly sound that you weren’t certain was even that sexy, but you didn’t care at this stage. You threw your head back, mouth hanging open as waves of pleasure wracked your body, all the way from your stomach, spreading to your entire body. You could feel how sweaty you had gotten, but you didn’t care.

“Hazel,” you moaned loudly, riding out your orgasm as she continued her movements, increasingly slowing down. It briefly crossed your mind again how ridiculous her statement about having no idea what she was doing was. This was way more mind-blowing than you could have ever imagined.

“Well done, that’s it,” she whispered as she slowed down, before ceasing her movements. Breathe, you internally reminded yourself, slowly coming back to reality. Hazel slipped her fingers out of you as gently as you could, and you gasped at the sudden emptiness. You removed your trembling legs off Hazel’s shoulders, pulling her down by her shoulders so she was cuddled up on top of you.

“Hazel,” you whispered again, heart still beating like crazy, mind foggy in the best way possible. She kissed you, and you could taste yourself on her tongue. It was surprisingly hot. When you pulled away, you both let out a breathless chuckle.

“Was that okay?” she asked, brushing some of your messed up hair out of your eyes. You laughed in disbelief.

“That was- that was the hottest thing that I could have ever imagined,” you replied.

“Oh,” Hazel laughed, flushing a deep red. As if she was getting shy now. “Hey, I have a question.”

“Yeah?” you asked, fiddling with the chain resting at her neck. Your eyes met, and your stomach exploded with butterflies.

“Can this be- can this be strings attached now? Please?” Hazel asked nervously. You giggled, crushing your lips together. She let out a noise of surprise, but then kissed you back passionately. When you pulled away, you kissed the top of her nose, and she scrunched up her face.

“God yes,” you said breathlessly. Hazel held her hand out for you to shake with a playful smile, and you both laughed as you took it and shook it.

“Deal,” she joked.

“Now that’s out of the way…” you said softly, and Hazel raised an eyebrow, wondering where this was going. You rolled over suddenly, so you were on top of her now, hands intertwined above her head. “Your turn.”

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Hii! Can I request something where reader is best friends with JJ (secretly in love) and was supposed to sleep at his house (luke’s already in prison) after a kegger because she doesn’t want to sleep alone at home (or for some other reason you can decide) but JJ forgot and brought a random girl to sleep with instead. Reader is hurt and ignores him, JJ not knowing what he did wrong but when he remembers feels bad and tries to make up maybe leading to a love confession? Hope this makes sense & you can write this!! Really like your writing❤️❤️

too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

a/n: hii, thank you!! i really hope you like this!

warnings: ANGST, mentions of sex

word count: 2.8k

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if there was one thing that living in the outer banks had taught you was that life is never easy. not for people like you, anyway. you get beaten up and forgotten about constantly, but that’s just how it’s always been for pogues.

yet, you’ve never felt unlucky or cursed.

being a pogue might have meant that you couldn’t always afford what you needed, but at least you knew that you would never be alone. your life was full of love, friends and laughter.

and of course, your best friend. the only person in this world that you were sure would do absolutely anything for you. he was your rock and you were his. anyone with eyes could see how in love he was with you, how he looked for you whenever you weren’t around, which was rare, how his whole face lit up when he made you smile. anyone, except you.

jj maybank was never an easy person to understand and most people couldn’t warm up to his reckless behavior and childish comments made at the worst of times. but you did, because he might have been difficult but he was so worth it. you had never met someone with a bigger heart and you actually felt lucky to be a part of his life.

what you hadn’t realized was that you were the most important part of it.

“do you think we’ll ever get out of this island?” he asked one evening as you sat on the beach between his legs, your back against his chest while his arms circled around your torso.

he rested his head on your shoulder and you sighed, “don’t know. where do you wanna go?”

“it depends. where do you wanna go?” icy blue eyes looked at you expectantly.

“why? you following me, maybank?” you joked, but there was no humor in what he was saying.

he gently kissed your exposed shoulder, a simple act that wasn’t new but that always managed to make you shiver.

“just wanna be wherever you are,” he mumbled against your skin.

you nodded twice as you felt your heart trying to jump out of your chest, “good. you won’t get rid of me that easily, you know that?”

he chuckled, “wasn’t planning on it.”

you stayed like that for god knows how long, enjoying the comfortable silence and staring at the stars above you. you took his hands in yours and interlocked your fingers together, at which he answered by kissing your cheek.

“hey,” you asked after a while, “can i sleep at yours tomorrow? my parents are out of town and you know i don’t really like being alone.”

he raised his head from your shoulder, “why are you even asking me that? you know you’re always welcome, love.”

you blushed at the nickname, “wanted to make sure you were okay with it first,” you shrugged.

“ ‘course i am. plus, i’d never leave you alone. i know how scared you get,” he teased.

“shut up, i’m not scared,” you said pushing his head, eliciting a laugh from him.

“sure you aren’t.”

it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to act like that. you’ve always looked like a couple from the outside, which was probably the reason why it was always hard for you to find someone. that, or maybe it was your best friend that scared them off with just one look, but you didn’t know that.

although neither of you had ever had the guts to confess your feelings, jealousy was something that you couldn’t hide and jj very aware of that. he had tried to shake off that feeling in the pit of his stomach when he saw a guy talking to you or that weird sensation in his chest when you started dating someone, but it was impossible to not notice them.

sometimes those feelings would cloud his judgement, the heartache was too much and he had to shut off all of his emotions in order to forget about his pain. he loved you, so much that he believed that you were better off with someone else, and so he settled for being just your friend, a part of your world, and as long as you would keep him with you, he was okay with that.

until he wasn’t.

it was pathetic, he knew that. the drink in his hand was probably his fifth or sixth one of the evening as he watched you dancing with another guy at the party you two were attending with your friends. he sat far away and if someone didn’t know him, they would’ve probably thought he was a creep from how much he was staring. but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, his beautiful best friend, the person he cared about the most in the world, swaying her hips to the music while some guy had his hands on her.

would you bring him home? or would you let him bring you to his place? was that why you insisted on going to that party, just so you could hook up with someone?

jealousy had obviously taken the best of him as he had even forgotten that you were supposed to sleep at his place that night, and you’ve always loved those kind of nights with him, where it was just the two of you and no one else. of course you weren’t going to do anything with that guy, you were only trying to have fun, just like he always did at keggers.

he was an hypocrite and he hated himself for it.

“hey, cutie,” a strange woman’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

he turned around and an attractive woman was sitting by his side. she wrapped her hand around his bicep and her intentions were clear, especially when she put her other hand on his knee.

“you look lonely. everything okay?” she asked, although she didn’t really seem that interested in what he was about to say, not that he could see that as drunk as he was.

“love is bullshit, you know?” he said and his angry voice caught her off guard. she took her hands off of him and tried to follow his eyes, always fixed on you.

“ah. i see,” she nodded her head, understanding exactly how he felt, and then grabbed his chin to make him look at her.

“listen,” she continued with a soft tone, “gonna be real honest with you. i came here because you’re hot and i wanted to hook up with you. so can i help you take your mind off whatever is going on with you?”

he sighed and thought about it, his eyes went back on your figure, completely unaware of what was going on while some guy whispered something in your ear, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“c’mon. we can go to my place,” he said looking at the woman next to him.

you had just pushed away the guy in front of you who was starting to get too close and handsy, when your eyes wandered in search of your best friend. you looked around until you finally saw him, walking towards his bike with a girl under his arm.

everything in you stopped.

had he really forgotten about you? tears pricked at your eyes and you knew you needed some air, so you walked away from all of the drunk people around you and sat on the beach nearby.

you couldn’t believe it. the same guy that would’ve given you the moon, if he could’ve, had forgotten about you, how was that possible? was a hookup more important than you? you felt angry more than you felt sad. angry at him for not even thinking twice, and at yourself for feeling heartbroken.

he wasn’t yours. so why did everything in you ache at the thought of him bringing another woman to his place?

you took your phone from your front pocket and looked at his contact, weighing if calling him would’ve been a good idea. you decided to leave it alone and called another friend who was at the party.

“hey! where are you?” kie shouted through the phone.

“i’m on the beach. can i ask you a favor?”

when she found you, you blamed your red and puffy eyes on the alcohol, but you knew she didn’t buy it and you wordlessly thanked her for not prying. she silently drove you to your empty house and offered to stay with you, but you needed time alone.

once you got inside, you finally let yourself cry. no one was there to judge you or to ask you what happened, and you were actually glad about that.

‘that’s what happens when you fall for your best friend, huh?’ you thought to yourself.

you should’ve seen it coming. of course he was going to hook up with someone. just because you had to be a baby about being home alone didn’t mean he had to deny himself some fun. and you felt stupid, you shouldn’t have cared about this.

so you fell asleep on the couch in the living room, your tear-stained cheeks as a reminder of your heartache.

meanwhile, jj was lying alone in his bed, an arm thrown over his eyes as he couldn’t believe what he had just done. he knew he was a little bit drunk but he didn’t expect to moan out your name while another woman had her lips on his neck. she felt so humiliated that she left his apartment, leaving him in shock of his actions. he barely slept, if he even did that, the only thing he knew was that he got up from the mattress the next morning with you running through his mind. as usual.

he texted you multiple times, but he never received an answer and anxiety of what had might happened to you was eating him alive.

jj: hey did you get home okay?

jj: are you home?

jj: can you just let me know if you’re safe?

but nothing. when you didn’t answer to his calls, he got too much worried and decided to swallow his pride and drive to your house. the storm outside was raging and he wasn’t even sure if his bike would’ve made it so he decided to walk — no, he actually ran to you. the thought of you being hurt gave him all the strength he needed to run to your front door.

he knocked countless of times and then it hit him: you were supposed to sleep at his place. fuck. he shouted your name over and over again, and you heard him every single time, but you weren’t going to forgive him that easily. you might have been a fool for thinking he should’ve cared more about you than some girl but he was the one who treated you as if you were the only person in this world. if that wasn’t how he felt, then why did he act like it?

“OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE!” he kept yelling, his voice muffled by the rain and yet so clear.

after a particular loud thunder, you decided to grant his wish. you might have hated him in that moment but the line between love and hate is incredibly fine.

and there he was, completely soaked, bloodshot eyes looking at you and full of regret. the sight of you wearing his sweatshirt almost gave him a little bit of hope of being forgiven.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i completely forgot,” he was panting loudly and you wondered if he had walked under the rain just to tell you that.

you shrugged and faked indifference, “i don’t care. why are you here?”

“yes, you do. you care and i’m sorry, i really am. i don’t know what happened, i don’t know how i forgot about this,” but he did. he had acted childishly, he had entirely lost sight of what really mattered.

a stranger having his hands on you? that didn’t matter, that wasn’t even worth mentioning. you mattered.

only you.

“listen, jj” you sighed, “i don’t wanna talk about it. i hope you had a good night. can i go back to my movie now?”

now he noticed what was really going on. he cursed himself for not getting this sooner and he really hoped he was right about this.

“nothing happened.”

“don’t know what you’re talking about. goodbye, jj,” you went to close the door but he stopped you, his hand colliding with the wood.

“nothing happened between me and her. she left before anything could’ve happened. i-“ he ran a hand through his hair and prayed that he wasn’t going to ruin this, “i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

you swallowed and suddenly your mouth felt very dry, “i told you to go.”

he got closer to your face as his hand was still trying to force your door open, “please. i saw you with another guy and i completely lost it, you have to believe me. i’d never forget about you, pretty girl,”

“don’t you dare call me that right now. i told you to leave! ” your voice was raising while you tried to keep your tears at bay.

“no, i’m not leaving,” and the look in his eyes was full of determination.

“fine, then i’ll call the cops until you do.”

“okay, you do that. but i still won’t leave,” his face was too close to yours and you couldn’t bear it, so you shoved him.

“go. away.” you yelled.

“stop pushing me away!” he raised his voice as well, a little bit farther from you now.

“and you stop acting like you care about me!” that hurt him the most and you regretted it immediately.

“i don’t care about you now?” he chuckled humorlessly and threw his head back, his hands covered his face and then moved away the hairs that had stuck to his forehead due to the rain.

“jj, i-“

“no, no, please! tell me how i don’t care about you. tell me how i feel about you, go ahead. ‘cause if that’s what you think then you really know nothing about me. i bet you think i don’t love you either, do you? that i haven’t been painfully in love with you since the moment i met you, that everything in me doesn’t hurt whenever i see you with someone else, that you’re not on my damn mind every single minute of everyday. you don’t know that i haven’t been able to be with anyone for months now because i can’t stop thinking about you.”

tears were already streaming down your face and you couldn’t believe what he had just told you. you looked at him, panting and hurting, and everything inside of you screamed at you to run to him and hug him but you felt paralyzed.

“you know what? fuck this, forget about what i said.”

he began walking down the driveway of your house, his own tears mixing with the rain, when he felt your hand on his forearm and he stopped his movements.

“i don’t wanna forget,” you said and finally your mouth was on his.

you wrapped your hands around his neck, ran your fingers through his wet and messy hair, and his hands went on the back of your head and on your back, gripping your shirt as if it was his lifeline.

and it was messy and desperate, the both of you completely soaked in the rain but it was perfect, because you were his and he was yours.

you pulled away for a second — “not yet,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you again. you giggled in his mouth at his eagerness and you had to put your hands on his chest in order to breathe.

his blue eyes were looking into yours and there was nothing in them but love. you cradled his face in your hands and rubbed his wet cheeks with your thumbs.

“i love you, too, j. i didn’t mean to say that you don’t care about me, i’m sorry. i was just mad and i-“

“it’s okay,” he interrupted you and pecked your lips once, “i know. and i’m really sorry about last night. i was jealous and drunk, i shouldn’t have done that. i know that you’re not mine and that’s not how i should-“

“i’m yours,” you mumbled on his lips, which curled up into a smug smile.

“yeah?” you nodded, “i’m yours, too.”

you gently grabbed his shirt in your hands and began to slowly walk backwards to your front door.

“wanna show it to me?” you smirked at him.

and he didn’t waste another second without showing you how much he loves you.

#jj maybank #obx #outer banks #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank fanfiction

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theemporium · 11 months

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Frenemies with benefits, jealous remus lupin x reader please🙏🙏🙏🙏

thank you for requesting!🖤

Your relationship with Remus Lupin was complicated, to say the least.

You were friends in the sense that you belonged to the same friendship group. You hung out together as a group. You ate meals together as a group. You went out on trips to Hogsmeade together and had drinks at the Three Broomsticks together.

In the eyes of the Hogwarts’ student body, you and Remus Lupin friends.

But you were anything but.

Despite sharing a mutual friend group, Remus just so happened to be the one you never seemed to click with. You would try to be polite, he would be snarky in response. You would try asking about his life, he would shut you down. You would try and make an effort, and he wouldn’t be interested.

You had given up trying at one point, seeing there be no use in you being anything beyond civil when it came to the wizard.

Until you were paired up together for prefect rounds every Wednesday night after curfew—that was when things changed between you.

“Fuck, somebody is gonna see us!”

“That’s never stopped you before.”

You rolled your eyes at his witty retort, opening your mouth to reply with your own snarky comment, but you were quickly distracted by the way his hands gripped your thighs, holding your legs open as his tongue lapped at your cunt.

It turned out that fucking around was a much healthier way of taking your anger out on each other. Who would have thought?

“Always moaning like such a slut,” he groaned against you, his warm breath tickling as you squirmed against the wall. You had barely made it past the first three corridors before he was pressing you up against an alcove, his hands pawing at you. He had slid your panties down your legs, tucked them into his back pocket and ducked his head under your skirt to be where he wanted to be.

“Shut up, Lupin,” you moaned, your fingers roughly tugging on the strands of his hair which only made the boy groan against your clit.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he muttered, kissing along your thighs as he licked the mess you had made. He fucking loved how responsive you were to him, the way you whined and mewled as he marked up your inner thighs.

“Just fuck me,” you whined, pulling at his shirt until the boy caught the hint and quickly stood up, his fingers working quick to unbutton his trousers and push them down his thighs.

“Needy for my cock?” he teased, the smile on his face far too smug for your liking.

You reached down, the heel of your palm pressed against his hardening bulge and you grinned when he let out a whiny noise from the back of his throat. You dipped your hand beyond the waistband of his boxers, slowly stroking the length of him until he was bucking into your hand.

“Just as needy as you are to be inside me,” you retorted, watching the way his eyes fought to stay open.

“Bitch,” he grumbled under his breath.

“Prick,” you muttered back before gripping the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Your bodies worked together like a well-played song, moving in harmony as he gripped the back of your legs and lifted you up. Your legs wound around him as he pressed you against the wall, your lips moving feverishly as he squeezed the base of his dick before slowly sliding in you.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned, the sound was sinful and guttural and it made you clench around him.

“Please,” you whined, your head falling back against the wall as he pulled out before thrusting his length back in.

“I got you, baby, I got you,” he murmured into the crook of your neck, open-mouthed kisses and soft licks pressed against your skin. “That’s it, squeeze around me like a good girl. Wanna feel you come around my cock.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” you repeated like a mantra, your lips parting with a silent scream as he lifted you up and down his cock, like you were nothing but a toy.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he felt your nails digging into his shoulders, listening to the way you whimpered his name as the walls of your cunt clenched around him as you finally came. He followed a few thrusts later, spilling inside of you as you pressed chaste kisses along his jaw and neck.

You both took a few moments, letting yourselves catch your breath before you began to fix yourselves up. You made sure you looked presentable before you returned to your rounds, pretending that you hated each other once again as you walked through the corridors of the hallways.

“Ever gonna give me my knickers back?” you asked him when you noticed the way his eyes lingered on your thighs, the way they clenched together as you walked.

His lips only twitched with a smirk as he squeezed the material in his pocket. “Nah, they’re mine now, love,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Maybe I should wave them around that poor Ravenclaw fucker’s face, show him what he can’t get.”

“You’re a pervert, Lupin. A jealous pervert.”

“I don’t see you complaining, darling.”

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yukoii1 · 9 months

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❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! ❞ - 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈. 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅. 𝐡𝐜

⇨⚠︎︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 !¡⚠︎︎⇦ fluff, black!reader

𝐀𝐍. made this short story so i’m not starving y’all while i write the second chap for the racer series 🙄, im almost done gotta finish sukuna’s part (half way done) then Toji’s 😋.

- 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞.

- 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

Everybody knows how Megumi is. Always mean muggin somebody, always “Not in the mood” he would say and always look like he wants to punch someone. But what they didn’t know was that this “Tough” Teenager was clingy as a cat, you of all people were the only one to know this secret because you were his #1 victim. Every other day when he was done with a mission with Yuji and Nobara he would always barge into your room instantly going into your arms with you playing with his hair, you were the only person who he would show this side of him to. You found it cute how he’s always so clingy to you but in public he would act like he doesn’t wanna be touched.

As for now, you were laid in your bed watching your tv show as he was laid in between your legs, head on your chest, hands plying in his hair as he took a nap. All that was heard was his soft snores and the sounds coming from your show, your nails scratched between his scalp as you were focused on the screen. When the program was getting good you stopped moving your hand on his head leaning forward getting lost into it, Megumi felt your hands stop making him grumble opening his eyes, turning his head to look at you with furrowed eyebrows that almost looked like a pout, “Why’d you stop.” He asked knocking you out of your trance to look down at him who glared back at you, you softly smiled moving your hand again against his scalp, “Sorry Megs, my show was getting too good.” You chuckled seeing him roll his eyes laying back down on your chest snuggling into your warmth with a low hum.

Again you smiled to yourself he was like a cat who didn’t want its owner to stop petting them. You couldn’t deny of how cute he was, to be honest you liked this side of Megumi. How clingy he was, how soft he is. “You’re just like a cat you know?.” You said as Megumi hummed, “A cat?.” He questioned in a mumble, nodding your head. “Yeah, you’re clingy as a cat, you have an attitude as a cat, everything. Acts mean but really is just a big softie- Ouch!” You yelped feeling a hard pinch on your waist, glaring down at Megumi was hiding the fact that he had a small blush forming on his face, “Shut up.” He mumbled, you furrowed your eyebrows also mumbling a “Make me.” You said as a joke, expecting him to pinch you again but instead of a pinch, he picked his head back up, picking up his body from yours leaning close to you being face to face..placing his lips ontop of yours.

Your eyes widened feeling his soft lips ontop of yours, not getting a chance to react before he pulled away. He saw your surprised look with a small grin, and blush covering his cheeks “How was tha- mmh..” He didn’t finish his sentence before you leaned in taking his lips with yours again, it was a small kiss only lasted a few seconds before pulling away with a childish smile on your face. “Who knew you would be so bold.” You teased watching his face go completely red hiding his face again.

“S-Shut up!”

- 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈

“And then we’re like pow! Then Gojo Sensei was like whoosh! And then-!” Before he could finish that sentence you covered his mouth with a tired look, “Yuji! Please..for the love of Tengen would you be quiet?” You pleaded, he nodded his head slowly up and down taking your hands off his mouth breathing a “Thank you.” Going back to cleaning up his wounds, apparently during a fight for Sukuna’s finger he had gotten hurt, and Sukuna being a real jackass didn’t wanna heal his body. So you we’re stuck being his doctor, it’s not like you mind behind his doctor it’s just…it’s 1am in the morning and you were awaken form your sleep with a limping and bloody Yuji at your dorm door with that nervous smile on his face.

He knew he was gonna get an ear full of you later.

For the most part you cleaned up all the blood on his body, moving to patch up his wounds. When you got done with the second wound you moved on to the last one, you got a cleaning wipe, wiping around the cut to keep bacteria from entering. Putting a white patch on the wound then wrapping it around his arm to secure it. When you gotten done Yuji moved his arm around looking at the patch that was wrapped with a smile.

He always loved when you were his doctor.

“Now. No training, no moving a lot and no-!” You didn’t finish your sentence before he pulled you into a hug now standing in between his legs with a shock look. His arms were wrapped around you as you soon brought up your own to hug him back with a confuse smile, “What’s this for?” You said with a small chuckle as he pulled back to stare at you, “Thank you..for this. Without you i don’t know what i would’ve done.” He chuckled nervously, shaking your head hitting him in his non wounded arm softly. “There’s no need to thank me Yu, after all you are my favorite patient.” You joked with a small laugh as Yuji laughed as well with a small blush on his ears. The room soon went quiet as there was nothing but soft water hitting each other from your water fall machine, and him looking at you.

Almost like he’s nervous.

In his mind Sukuna was practically telling him to kiss you, sick of his thoughts always thinking about you and the want to kiss you. He was so sick of it he felt like throwing up, he was getting more frustrated with the kid the more he fought with him. After a few seconds of going back and fourth, while you turned your attention away from him getting nervous yourself, Sukuna switched with Yuji, grabbing your chin and interlocking lips with his switching back to Yuji before you noticed the marks on his face. Yuji’s eyes widened pulling away fast, “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- I mean i did- but!-.” You didn’t let him finish his stammering before putting your lips with his shutting him up making him squeak but soon leaning into it letting his eyes close. It was a soft and gentle kiss with his hand on your cheek and the other on your waist pulling you closer to him.

For a few more seconds he was first to pull away hiding his in the crook of your neck hugging you close with a big blush on your face. In your mind you were freaking out wanting to scream and jump in excitement but had to keep your cool hugging him back with a big smile on your face, “What are we now?.” You said calmly hiding the excitement in your voice hearing a hum,

“You’re mine now.”

#{ 🖋️} writings #black reader #anime x black!reader #fluff #anime x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #yuji itadori #yuji x reader #itadori x black!reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #megumi x black reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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the100thtwilightmaze · 4 months

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Could I get an embry imagine, where like you guys are cuddling and things get kinda steamy? Smut if you feel comfortable

Title: Warming Up (Feb. 13, 2024)

Embry Call x fem!reader Imagine (Twilight)

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT/teasing/soft!dom Embry(I guess)/not proof read 😂

Y'ALL I DIDNT REALIZE THAT I HAD WRITTEN IN FOUR WHOLE YEARS WTF?!??!

so let's see if I still got it 😂 went back through my asks from apparently years ago 😬😂 and picked this one.

THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT PIECE PLEASE BE KIND 😭

PLEASE LIKE/REBLOG/COMMENT

The night was ending like many of your others. Embry in the driver's seat, you in the passenger. Leaving another dinner at the Black's. A warm meal surrounded by people you considered family was something you would never grow tired of.

Finally making it back to your apartment, you were greeted with warmth and shelter from the pelting rain.

"I think this storm's gonna be a bad one, babe. Looks like we made it home just in time." you heard Embry call out, making his way to you guy's bedroom.

"Maybe Sam will take pity on you and let you off of patrols tomorrow morning. Then, I can have you all to myself." you replied, pulling off you coat and following him into the bedroom.

In true Embry fashion, his shirt was already forgotten, thrown in some corner of our already cluttered room.

Now, this was also something you'd never grow tired of.

Embry was beautiful. Copper skin, long hair that made it nearly halfway down his back, his tribal tattoo, and a few other tattoos he had collected in the past few years scattered all over his lean physique. Muscles that required no maintenance from him. The sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips.

Good God

"Babe, I love your confidence but you know Sam takes more of a No Mercy type of approach." he joked, climbing into bed.

"Now, come on. Let's finish this movie we started the other day. I wanna see this plot twist you've been going on about." he said, pulling the covers back in invitation.

Never one to deny your imprinter much of anything, you accepted his invitation. Stripping of your day clothes and into your..... bear necessaties with a plan in mind.

"Y/N, what are you up to?" he quipped from behind you after you finally nestled yourself between his legs, your back to his front.

"Don't flatter yourself, Call. I'm just trying to warmed up since somebody still hasn't gotten the heat in the truck fixed." you replied, grabbing the remote and flipping to Netflix.

If you say so, you heard him mutter. Wrapping his arm around your middle and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

Now, Embry always got a little too engrossed in whatever was playing on the TV. So engrossed that he didn't even notice when your fingers began to trace over one of his numerous tattoos.

Or when you reached behind you and ran your nails along his scalp.

But you know what he did notice? When you slightly readjusted to where your ass was flush against the impressive bulge concealed under his sweats.

A guttural moan and his arm tightening around your middle was his response.

"Still not warm enough, Ms. Y/L/N?" he teased, skimming his lips up your shoulder and right below your ear, grabbing the remote to pause the movie.

"Not quite yet, Call. But I think you can help remedy that." you answered back, turning around to give him your full attention, straddling his growing erection.

A small smile he offered before one of his hands crept up to pull your lips to his. His other hand roaming to your rear.

Everyone thought of Embry as timid and shy. Quiet and reserved. But they never got to see this side of Embry (and they never would if you had anything to do with it). Primal and animalistic. Teeth scraping along your neck. One hand fisting your hair, the other making its way into your panties.

A small whimper escaped you, quickly swallowed up by Embry.

"I've barely even touched you yet baby and you're already soaked." Embry pulled back just enough to tease.

"Embry, please..." you moaned, feeling his thick fingers work through your folds.

"How long have you been waiting for me, baby? Huh?" he questioned, fingers still just barely missing where you need him most.

"Were you sitting at the dinner table, thinking of all the ways I could fuck you? Use your words, baby. Talk to me." he teased, ignoring your plea, using the hand that wasn't teasing your pussy to unclip your bra.

You couldn't even formulate words at this point. If it wasn't Embry, your imprinter and the love of your life, you would be embarrassed with how quickly you were reduced to a whimpering mess.

"Yes. Yes. God, yes." you moaned, legs shaking as one of his fingers teased your clit.

"That's my good girl. Always so eager for me." he replied, flipping you over on your back. Taking off your underwear and throwing to yet another corner of your room.

"God. Would you look at her? Making such a mess. Just waiting to be stuffed full." he teased, his eyes zeroed in to the apex of your legs, teasing your entrance yet again.

"And who am I to deny her?" he questioned while sinking two fingers in your wet walls.

"Fuck, Em!" you moaned at the intrusion.

"You're just sucking me right in, baby. Such a greedy little thing." he mocked, his thumb coming to teasing your bungle of nerves while his other fingers worked magic inside you.

Bringing his lips down, his teeth scraped across one of your harden nipples, making you fist your hand in his long locks.

You felt his hardened length teasing at your thigh, still (to your dismay) fully clothed.

Between the bites he was leaving across your chest, the thumb toying at your clit and the two fingers wreaking havoc inside you, you knew you wouldn't last long. That knot in your stomach was already growing, your legs already trembling.

"Embry, baby..." you managed to whimper. But his face was buried in the crook of your neck now, his lips whispering the filthiest things between kisses.

"Embry. Baby. Fuck. I need you. Fuck, baby. I need you inside. I need to feel you inside, baby. Please." you managed, just slightly louder than before. But he had heard you. Evidenced by the sudden stop in kisses and the halt in movement of his fingers.

"Fuck, Y/N. If that's what you want, I'll give it to you." he groaned, bringing his lips to yours and making quick work of his sweats.

Embry was girthy and just long enough to hit that one spot that had you seeing stars. His dick stood at attention, red and weaping. You moaned at the sight, remembering that delicious stretch.

He teased the head through your folds, smearing your wetness and his precum through your folds, making you both moan at the sensation.

"You ready, baby?" he asked, finally tearing his eyes away from your dripping cunt.

All you could do was nod your head in confirmation.

Bringing his lips to yours, Embry sank into you.

Swallowing each other's moans with a kiss, he set a steady rhythm. The only sounds to be heard in the small apartment were your moans and the sound of skin slapping.

"Fuck, you take me so well, baby. Look at you, creaming by dick. Such a good fucking girl." he muttered, eyes once again zeroed on where you were joined.

You moaned at his praise, involuntarily clenching around him causing his thrusts to stutter.

"You gonna cum, baby? Already?" he smirked, bringing that fucking thumb up to your clit once more.

"Then come, baby. Make a mess on this dick for me." he commanded, claiming your mouth once more.

You saw stars.

Glalxies.

And whatever else was out there.

A broken moan leaving you as Embry's orgasm followed shortly after.

Pulling his softening member from you, Embry collapsed next to you. Both of you offering small giggles in between trying to catch your breath.

Covering you up, he pulled you to him. Finally offering the warmth that you were so desperately asking for.

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kyuteflesh · 4 months

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captain john price / f!reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ｡･ﾟﾟ･*°:⋆ₓₒ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

uhhh genuinely so down bad for this man (came out of nowhere) and i need him in my life rn so here’s this short lazy excuse of a smut

⚠️: use of ‘daddy’, degradation, unrealistic sex lowk, major writers block, +18

“you’re mine—all mine. try thinking otherwise with this cock stuffed in your stupid little cunt.” price growled as he landed a final, harsh smack on your rear. “come here and help me with my belt like the bitch you are.”

“yes, sir.” tears swelled in your eyes from the stinging sensation left on your ass. you rolled over and started to fumble with his belt buckle.

“atta girl.” he cooed. “i have it from here. you just get your pretty ass in the air.”

you were completely naked, while price was still fully clothed. the only part of his body exposed was his fat, hard cock.

he started to rub the soreness of your cheeks. you could feel his swollen tip rub against your clit, teasing your entrance. without any futher warning, he slowly started to enter you.

“nngh- fuck-! it hurts!” you cried out. it had been one minute too long since he was able to find a moment alone with you.

“quit yer whining, i’m going as slow as i can. seems like your pussy could use this. need to break ye in again.” his thrusts started to quicken. you could feel him hit every spot possible. the mix of pain and pleasure was unbearable.

“john—please! i can’t take it.” you buried your face deeper in the pillow. price started to rub your clit. taking a fistful of hair in the other hand, he forced your head up. “go on. keep screaming you dumb whore. tell them who you belong to.” john snapped, still going at a brutal pace.

“y-you. you, john. my body is yours and only yours!” he only smacked your ass again in return.

you started to feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter with each thrust. “john, im so close to cumming. please don’t stop!” you exclaimed. he finally let go of your hair, face slamming back into the bed.

john lowered down to your ear. his breathing was quick and heavy. you knew he was close from how much sloppier his strokes got.

“thats it. let it all go. want me to fuck my cum into that tight pussy of yours? wanna cum all over my dick?”

you could only give weak nods in response. there was so much happening to your body you couldn’t even think coherent thoughts.

“really, really wanna cum, daddy.”

the use of that name is what sent him over the edge. you could hear low moans and grunts of ‘fuck’ as he shot his load deep inside of you, burrowing into the crook of your neck. he was weak by this point, practically dry humping you to reach your climax.

it worked for somebody who was as cock hungry as you. finally releasing, you both rolled over. price lazily slung his arm around you and peppered your face with kisses. “i love you so fuckin much, doll.”

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bellewintersroe · 8 months

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Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader

part 14 - but we’re doing a jump back in time to Daniel and reader have sexy time in the ocean omg! So if anybody gets confused this chapter is set a little prior to chapter 13, which is linked :) Warnings: mentions of characters being horny asf, secretly fingering a little too in the open- reader is feeling frisky and wants to try it somewhere else other than their bedroom… SMUT, graphic detail, fingering, hand job, sex in public…

“Danny.” She moaned gently, the movements of his fingers under her bikini quickening, causing the beach towel she was covered by to bob up and down. Although their friends were dotted around the boat, far away from the pair, there were the yacht workers walking up and down the bow of the boat.

She let out a muffled moan, dropping her head on his chest as he pushed a finger in here from behind where she was laid down on her front. “Fuck.” Tight fingers grabbed around his wrist, the sudden sensation overwhelming her. He’d been doing this for a good 5-10 minutes back and fourth and she was already feeling close to cumming.

Daniel hummed against her temple, pressing a kiss as one of her legs lifting, bouncing her ass slightly against his movements. With a soft whine, Daniel eyed up to see somebody else was walking near by, removing his hand and settling simply on her ass instead. “Shhh, shhh.” Daniel hushed when the girl let out a moan of frustration. Her orgasm was already building in her stomach, snatching tighter on the muscles in her stomach. As though from instinct, she pushed her ass back into his hand, desperate for her release.

“This isn’t fair.” She borderline choked out. “Please can you just fuck me.” A

“Where am I gonna do that, mh? Cleaners are in the bedroom…” he quietly spoke, eyeing up the blush on her cheeks. Y/n took a deep inhale, a sudden thought coming to her mind. “How long is the boat just staying here for?”

“Until like 7, why?”

“I’m gonna go for a swim… to cool off.” The smirk which grew on her face confused Daniel, she’d adjusted her underwear before climbing back to her feet, knowing they had access to the private beach all day. Before she knew it, she was in the water, alone. Friends were on the other side and she’d purposefully picked that side for the privacy. The further she swam away the shallower the water got.

It didn’t take long for Daniel to follow her in, confused by her sudden change of heart. One minute she was practically begging him for release, the next she’d left into the water? He was dumb founded, but the way she swum up and wrapped her body around his should’ve been an obvious indicator as to what she wanted.

“Mmmh.” She teased, pressing her core up against the swell of his hard cock. Daniel could reach the floor, water up to his collar bones which would drown her. Effectively she was using him as a floaty, he just couldn’t understand why she’d dragged him out here, pretty far out from the boat just to tease him.

“You wanna go on the beach?” Danny swallowed, but she had other ideas. The orange sunlight that was fading gave a darkened hue to the area. They were far enough from the yacht to make it look like nothing suspicious was happening. She didn’t reply, she just slipped the front of her bikini top down over her arms, bare breasts pressing to Daniel’s toned chest. The hard perks of her nipples had his hands gripping at her ass, unconsciously pulling her tighter against his cock.

She leaned forwards, dangerously close to his ear as she left a small press of her lips to his temple. “You don’t wanna fuck me out here, Danny? Nobody’s watching…” her words almost made his eyes roll into the back of his head from pleasure.

“Nobody?!” His adams apple bobbed, turning around to glance back to the yacht. “Nobody is.” She ground the ache of her pussy against him, a closed mouth moan escaping her lips as she did.

“In-in the sea?” A small chuckle escaped his lips as she rolled her eyes, stopping her movement. “We don’t have to-” “No, no.” Daniel cut her off. “Keep going.” Who could he be to turn down such an insanely sexy request, Daniel was excited by the idea of fucking so publicly, but he was even more excited to be inside the beautiful girl.

“You want to?” She double checked, shifting against him a little. Daniel adjusted his dick in his pants so he was perfectly pressed up against her core. “Yeah, fuck- I want to.” He barely made out before their lips clashed in a hungry kiss. The desperation between them was evident, especially when the rolling of her hips began to meet the bouncing of his.

“Fuck, I wanted you so bad out here.” She admitted. “Yeah? Tell me how you wanted me, baby.”

“Just need you to fuck me-” she gasped, her pussy beginning to ache, especially with the thrust of his hips. It travelled down through the inside of her legs, where she gripped harsher around his waist. Luckily, the waves were gentle, tranquil tonight, their movements created more than the actual sea was.

“You want it?” He hummed, meeting her for a kiss half way, hand moving down to pull the swell of his cock out. “So bad, Danny.” Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking up to the tip as he let out a shudder.

“Want you to fuck me where all these people can see us.” She teased, leaning back a little, his hand supporting her upper back. It felt so naughty, so intense. Daniel thought he’d explode if she didn’t put him inside of her anytime soon.

Daniel couldn’t respond, he let out a shaky breath, feeling the pleasure of her touch stroking over his twitching cock. “Put me inside of you-”

“You’re so impatient.” She giggled, speeding up her pace as his jaw hung slack. Y/n loved seeing Daniel like this, all desperate for her. It wound him up. “Fuck, just-” he swatted her hand away, taking charge and pushing her bikini to the side with a swift manoeuvre.

The push of his cock against her tight walls had both of their hands slapping, snatching and gripping one another’s skin. Daniel’s grasp was painfully hard as he pulled her down onto his cock, seething at the sensation of her pussy around him.

“Feel so perfect around me, don’t ya?” He moaned, beginning to bounce her up and down. Somehow the water made the movements easier, her hips easily rolling up against his. “Such a dirty girl wanting me to fuck you out here.”

“Yeah.” She let out a broken whine, the tip of Daniel’s cock already hitting the spot where his fingers just about reached earlier. Daniel felt the tensing of her thighs around his waist, gripping him closer as he almost fell forwards in the water, the liquid splashing between the two of them, up her chest, droplets rolling down over her nipples that peaked out of the water.

Danny reached forwards, hand gripping over her flesh, tits perfectly bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts. Her head dropped back, strands of hair dipping in the water with an erotic moan and roll of the hips. Daniel swore he could cum there and then, his breathing becoming shaky as his hand slid down the valley between her breasts and middle of her ribcage, hooking his hand behind her to pull her in for a deepened kiss.

“Fuck me, Daniel.” She whined again, his eyes darting around slightly to ensure nobody was around. His teeth gritted together, fucking into her smaller body with a squeeze of her flesh. The pain of his grip felt good, mixing with the pleasure as she scratched down his back, causing him to hiss in response. The scratch followed by a pull of his hair, Daniel growled, eyes squeezing shut at the pain, spurring him faster.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He sighed, snapping his hips into hers with several, sharp thrusts. He adjusted her, muscular arms pushing her up slightly before he mimicked her actions, hands sliding up her wet back, wrapping a fistful of hair around his tightened hand. He yanked her face into his, sharing another open mouthed kiss.

“I love it when you’re like this with me, Danny.” She breathily spoke, feeling the breath of his moan fan against her cheek. “Jesus, y/n, you’re gonna make me cum so quick.”

“I want it.” The panting girl begged, pushing herself harder down on him. “What about you-” Daniel began, “want you to cum. It’s fine.” Her voice broke at another tug of her hair, head tilting back as the man kissed and nipped at her jaw.

“Please, Daniel.” Her voice broke, becoming louder, more desperate. He was a gasping spluttering mess, lips pressed against the skin of her jaw and neck as he chased his fast approaching orgasm.

Their bodies were aching, burning, desperate to relax, but neither of them could stop their frantic love making. The thrill of being in the middle of the ocean was overwhelming, and Daniel found himself muffling his groans and moans against her skin, pulling out and shooting ropes of his cum under the water, against her skin. He could barely stand straight, his legs were tense and shaking and he swore he saw stars above him.

“Daniel.” She let out a soft sigh, arms still wrapped around his shoulders. She kissed him lightly, tenderly, he returned it, coming down from his orgasm, the pure bliss making his head spin.

“Fuck, that was good.” He muttered with a dramatic breath. “I know.”

“You’re fuckin’ naughty.” Daniel reminded with a squeeze to her bum.

“I know.”

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😳 nobody try recreate this I’m not sure if sex in the sea is good for your hoo ha.

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harlowcomehome · 1 year

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What’s the best way to cheat on someone?

A/N: Requested by my 💀 anon.

You were in your bedroom on FaceTime, when you heard the front door close. Jack had been away all day and had just been finally getting home.

“Hey beautiful” he walked into the room and you showed him that you were on FaceTime with one of your closest friends.

“Hi” Jack waved before coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. He kissed you and let you get back to putting on your makeup. “Bachelorette party is tonight?”

“Yes baby” you giggled, having reminded him about five times now.

“I made you dinner, it’s in the fridge.” You holler as he left the room.

“Thank you beautiful” he hollered back as he went to the kitchen to warm it up.

“Are you ever on TikTok?” Your friend asked as you continued gluing your eyelash on.

“Yeah? Why?”

She started to explain a video she saw where the woman asked her husband what the best way to cheat on somebody was. She always gave you ideas to prank Jack with.

You watched two or three more videos realizing it was a trend.

“That’s so evil” you shook your head.

“I knew you wouldn’t do it” she shrugged.

“I’ll do it! I’m not recording it though” you smirked.

“You’re no fun!” She giggled.

“You don’t wanna see a sex tape do you?” You teased and she gasped.

“You two little nasties” she laughed.

You quickly got off the phone with her, walking into the living room to spend time with your husband before you had to get dressed.

“Baby, look at this fucking video” he took his phone out, talking with his mouth full of food.

“You’re going to choke” you giggled as you wiped his face with a napkin.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, swallowing his food and showing you the video he took on his phone today.

You both shouted and giggled when you saw Urban make the shot.

“Crazy huh? He should’ve gone pro” he shrugged. The two of you always talked about how Urban could’ve easily been a professional soccer player.

You kissed his cheek, deciding you were about to put your plan in motion.

You started the twist your wedding band around on your finger, a habit you usually did mindlessly when you were nervous although right now it was intentional.

Jack noticed immediately like he always did.

“What’s wrong? You alright?”

You were trying your hardest not to smile, knowing you needed to sell this. “Can I ask you a question? You have to promise me you won’t get mad.”

He put his plate down, it was nearly empty anyway. “I’ll promise that I’ll try not to be mad?” He laughed, bracing himself for whatever you were about to say to him.

“That works too.” You paused and his eyes never left you.

“What’s the- what’s the best way to cheat on someone?” You didn’t dare look at him.

“What?” He couldn’t believe the words he had just heard escape your lips. He looked around for your phone, a hidden camera, or something.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he paced around the living room.

“You’re joking right?”

“I knew you’d be mad” you sighed, sitting back on the couch and folding your arms across your chest.

“Are you asking for one of your friends? I mean why are you asking me? I’m your whole husband” he was standing in front of you now. His eyebrows furrowed as they often did when he was annoyed, his neck vein prominent and his nostrils flared.

You tried to stifle a laugh at the use of “whole husband.” In any other instance you would’ve cracked a joke about it but you felt like it was best if you didn’t.

Jack was trying his best to internally stop himself from overreacting, hoping he had misunderstood the question.

You could see his blood boiling and you started to scroll silently on your phone as a distraction.

“Why. Are. You. Asking?” He breathed through his nose, trying to remain calm as he asked you that question in pieces.

You didn’t look up at him, continuing to scroll. “Just wondering” you shrugged.

He sat beside you, and you still ignored him.

“Baby, look at me.”

Eventually, he snatched your phone out of your hands and put it behind him on the couch.

“Jack, stop playing” you tried your best to sound as serious as possible.

“I’m not playing with you, like at all” he answered with attitude now. “Did I do something wrong? What would make you ask me that question?”

“It was just a random thought. I thought maybe you had some tips and pointers” You shrugged not knowing you were about to send him into a meltdown.

“You’re going to this bachelorette party thinking you’re single or what?”

You looked at his face, realizing he was one breath away from popping a damn blood vessel in his eye.

“Just tell me what I did wrong?” His voice cracked and you realized now he was 100% serious.

“Jackman, I was just joking. I’d never-“

“Who the fuck is Jackman? I’m baby, babe, handsome, husband, your lover. You got me fucked up” he stood up and stormed out of the room.

“Oh fuck” you whispered to yourself as you heard the studio door slam and lock.

You waited a few minutes in the hallway, before knocking knowing he usually didn’t stay mad for long.

Petty? Yes. Mad? No.

“Please, open the door.”

He unlocked it and you let yourself in. He sat back down on the couch, his hands were shaking and you could tell he was still clearly upset.

“Baby, I would never cheat on you. You should know that. It was just a silly tiktok trend and I didn’t realize you were actually upset until it was too late” you confessed drawing circles on his thighs. You knew he was ticklish, hoping he’d crack a smile.

He didn’t, he was so pissed he didn’t even realize you were doing it.

“Baby, I’m sorry” you straddled him, and the corner of his mouth started to curve.

“That was fucked up” he sighed, leaning back on the couch as he gripped your thighs to keep you steady.

“Why did you think I was serious?”

“I didn’t! Until you said tips and pointers, that’s where I lost it” he chuckled feeling kind of silly now.

“Baby, I love you more than anything in this world. I would never even tell another man “thank you” for holding the door open. “ You were being dramatic just for the sake of making him laugh but he liked it.

“Oh yeah?” He threw his head back and laughed.

“Next time I go somewhere if the worker is a male, I’ll just leave. I’m that loyal” you joked and he couldn’t stop laughing which was a big change from several minutes ago.

“A man asks me to put my shopping cart away? I’m pepper spraying him, because I got a man” you rolled your eyes sending him into a laughter fit.

“You’re too much” he pushed his glasses up and wiped his eyes.

“Baby, I’m genuinely sorry, I didn’t think you’d get upset and I thought you probably already knew about the trend but that’s no excuse” you played with the drawstrings on his hoodie.

He could tell you were getting emotional now, anytime you two got into even the smallest of arguments where you thought his feelings were hurt you’d start to cry.

“Baby” he squeezed your thighs. “I’m not upset anymore. We’re fine.”

“What if I made it up to you before I leave?” you winked.

“Oh?” He wiggled his eyebrows “a little sucky fucky?”

“You killed the mood” you laughed, getting off his lap.

“But baby! I’m just so devastated” he joked.

“Come on then!” You waved at him to follow you.

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haunted-headset · 5 months

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📱 Going Postal At The Party 📱

summary: Wilbur thinks you're cheating on him at a party. Turns out he was very wrong.

a/n: this was based off of either a Chris or Matt Sturniolo fic that I read that I can't remember the name of, if any of you know what this fic is, plz lemme know!

contains: cursing, angst with a happy ending, flirting, crying, texts, use of Y/N, pet names, jealousy, Wilbur's a bit of a dick, mentions of bad exes & thought of cheating (let me know if i missed anything!!

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word count: 942

You had dragged Wilbur to a house party your friend invited you to. You could tell he didn't want to, mainly due to the fact that his mind would be plagued by the idea of other people hitting on you or trying to get with you. It also didn't help that you looked drop-dead gorgeous; you had a white button-up shirt tucked into short, tight denim shorts with a black tie & fishnets; truly a sight for sore eyes.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks, okay?" you said to Wilbur, who had his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Alright, love. Be careful. & come back quickly," he told you, kissing your forehead. You smiled & left for the bar. You told the bartender the drinks you wanted & you sat on one of the sticky stools, waiting for your drinks to be prepared.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" a cheerful voice said from behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see Claude, an old coworker back when you used to work at the coffee shop across the street from your shared apartment with Wilbur. "It's been forever, girl!"

"Claudy!" you said happily, giving him a hug. "It's been ages! How's life been?"

"I got engaged!" he said, showing you the ring on his finger. You gasped & clapped happily, holding his hand to examine the ring. "He's such a good guy. His name's James, 6'4, plays the drums, & he loves cats & rain."

"Sounds like a Wattpad dream man," you teased. He playfully swatted your arm with a laugh.

"How's your relationship with Wilbur been?" he asked. "Last time I remember, you were head over heels for him, right?"

"He's the best," you said dreamily. "He's such a gentleman, & he's so good to me."

"That's good!" he said, his hand now resting on your arm. "I'm so happy for you, Y/N. You deserve him. & this is a reward for having to put up with shitty exes."

"Oh my God, you're so right," you said, resting your hand on his arm, too. "Remember Jared?"

"Oh. My. Days," he sighed. "Such a dickhead. Girl, I have no idea how you survived being in a relationship with him. Give me some of your patience right now."

You laughed & were about to say something when you felt your phone buzz. "It's probably from Wil," you told Claude. You opened up the text.

Your heart started to beat out of your chest. Did he actually think you were cheating on him?

"You okay?" Claude asked. You didn't respond.

Claude had seen the texts & let you leave without a word. You walked outside & it was pouring rain, which meant you had to stand in the rain for at least five minutes until your ride came. Great.

When the Uber finally arrived, you were shivering & dripping with rainwater & the smell of petrichor hung on your skin, & you got into the car as you tried your hardest not to cry.

"How's your night been?" the Uber driver asked.

"It's been alright!" you lied, putting on a fake happy tone. "How about you?"

"Eh, not too bad," she said. "My girlfriend didn't want me to take any drives tonight because of how rainy it is." She laughed slightly. "She's always so worried for me." You laughed in return & you two didn't say anything for the rest of the night.

When she pulled up to the house, she politely bid you adieu & made sure you got to the door before driving off. You opened the door to the apartment & looked around. He wasn't in the kitchen or in the living room. Maybe he hadn't gotten home yet. You took off your shoes & left your bag on the kitchen counter as you trudged upstairs.

"Darling!" Wilbur sprang up from the bed when you entered the bedroom. He immediately dropped to his knees & kissed the backs of your hands, the palms, the knuckles, & the wrists while telling you how wildly sorry he was.

"What's on the bed?" you asked, looking over at the bed, covered in objects.

"Your favorites," he told you, standing up. "Snacks, candy, drinks, & your favorite flavor of ice cream. I also got you those new slippers you had wanted the other day when we were at Target, a blanket, & a few stuffed animals, too. There's a cat, a Pompompurin,--I'm pretty sure he's your favorite Sanrio character, but, if I was wrong, I got you a Keroppi plush, too, & a My Melody one--& a green dinosaur that looks like Dino from that one game you like...what was it called? Oh, yeah, Like A Dino. I also restocked your skincare stuff & your hair stuff, since you told me you were running out."

Without even realizing it, you started crying. You brought a hand up to your mouth to hide the expression you were making when you cried.

"Did I do something wrong, baby?" asked Wilbur, kissing your hairline & your forehead repeatedly. "Why're you crying?"

"I-I just--I got so mad at you over text & you still got all of this for me," you hiccupped.

"You had every right to be mad at me, my moon," he whispered, removing your hand away from your mouth to press a light kiss to your lips. "I was a bitch & I was being so rude to you, & you didn't deserve that." Without warning, he picked you up bridal-style, causing you to yelp & immediately wrap your arms around his neck.

"C'mon, sweet baby. Pick a movie & let's go cuddle."

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uc1wa · 9 months

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college!jason and dry humping.........

oh i have so many versions of this in my head

18+ minors dni

tags: gn reader, dry humping, kissing, slight choking

it’s not jason’s fault that he asked you to study in his bedroom. i mean, you did study for what… an hour?

if it was his fault, you wouldn’t be on top of him right now, your clothed legs on either side of his grey joggers. one of your hands in his hair and the other on his defined arm, rubbing yourself against your study partner to get the tiniest taste of him.

"fuck, yeah keep doing that," he mumbles against your lips that are glossed in a mixture of yours and his saliva. one of his hands are on your hips—ironic that he’s telling you what to do when he’s guiding your movements entirely. "already hard?" you tease, feeling the obvious boner that your clothed entrance is trying to ride against.

the hand that’s cupping your cheek slithers down to your throat, tightening in what feels like a teasingly threatening way. "shut up," he kisses, biting your lip.

jason wasn’t exactly a gentlemen, but he didn’t wanna fuck you yet. he liked you, and this was his version of first base, moaning and dry humping in his room with his other roommates in their rooms, respectively. technically, he was only kissing you and rubbing against you—no harm, no foul.

you wouldn’t know with the way his lips are kissing at you hungrily, like somebody in a rush. the way he’s bucking his hips in a quick rhythm against yours to fulfill the aching between his legs. but, it’s jason todd and he’s under you and there’s not another man you’d want to be sucking your tongue.

his hand stays at your throat for another beat, pulling you closer and kissing you harder. your body adjusts, your knee hitting a journal and you have to push it away. the closeness making him feel that much better against you, and you’re beginning to wonder when he’s going to take your pants off.

but suddenly jason pulls your face back, grinning, both of your lips swollen and glossy. "think you’re gonna remember that data sequence for tomorrow?" he asks, the whole reason you’re here was to study for the quiz you both had the following day.

your head tilts while wiping your mouth with your hand, and one end of your lip pulls. "oh, all of this was some tactic to get each other to pass tomorrow, huh?" and the man whose hands are still on your hips, playing with the band of your sweatpants laughs.

"well we’ll see tomorrow, and plan our next study session based on it." the following day you both passed, looking at each other knowingly after your score popped up on your computer screen.

"same time tomorrow?" because it couldn’t hurt to get a head start on studying.

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hearts-hunger · 4 days

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Summary: You have a surprise for Jake.

Pairings: Jake x Wife!Reader, Josh x Baby, Sam x Danny | Genre: domestic fluff, slight angst | Word Count: 3.7k | Warnings: pregnancy, morning sickness

A/N: I have to throw in a little angst, you know me. But here you go! Jake and Sparrow are having a baby! ♡

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, you listened to the steady roll of thunder and patter of rain and tried to will yourself into feeling better. So far, it wasn't working very well; rocky and nauseous, there was little you could do but hold your head in your hands and be as still as possible. One wrong move and you'd be down for the count, just like you had been yesterday morning and the morning before that.

You know what that means, a little voice said in your head. You grimaced.

“It’s just the flu,” you said to yourself. “Some weird flu with no other symptoms that only happens in the morning.”

The power of positive thinking seemed to be a useless venture, but you kept it up anyway. You couldn't be pregnant. No way you were ready for that.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, and as you quickly straightened up and made yourself promise that you weren't going to be sick, no matter what, you were reminded of somebody else who wasn't ready for you to be pregnant either. You and Jake hadn't really talked about it — the occasional tipsy proposition to get started having a bunch of little Kiszkas wasn't exactly a serious discussion. Neither of you had pictured it this way, on the cusp of a tour and new album, and you decided to stick with your useless positive thinking for a little bit longer.

“Come in,” you said. Jake made his way in, drowsy and sleep-soft, dressed only in his black boxers and the necklaces he never took off. He looked at you in the mirror as he started to brush his teeth.

“Feel okay, sparrow?” he said around his toothbrush.

You nodded. “Fine. Just don't want to be up this early.”

He hummed in agreement and spit toothpaste into the sink. “You were the one who booked us a flight at the crack of dawn.”

You couldn't deny that. Though Josh and Baby had given you plenty of notice on the date of their son's third birthday party, and though you knew the date by heart because you’d been there the day little John Denver Kiszka was born, you’d procrastinated booking a flight until the early-morning option was the only one. To be fair, you'd had a lot on your mind.

Jake turned on the shower. “You wanna save water and jump in with me?”

You smiled. “I love it when you talk conservation to me.”

He smirked and pulled the shower curtain aside, ushering you in. You felt yourself relax in the quiet morning ritual of showering together, washing each other’s hair and gently bickering over who was getting the most water.

“Can you believe JD is three already?” you asked. His present from the two of you, a pint-sized pirate sword you'd gotten at the ren faire a few weeks ago, was neatly wrapped and packed in your suitcase. “It doesn't seem like it's been three years.”

“Seems like it was only yesterday,” Jake crooned in a teasing voice. “The first baby of the Kiszka-Wagner clan.” He shook his head. “It could be us, sparrow. Can you imagine us with a three-year-old? Holy cow.”

All the tension you’d thought had left quickly made its way back into your body. A nervous hand fluttered to your tummy, somehow worried that a pregnancy that you weren't even convinced was real would show itself.

“It wouldn't be so terrible,” you said weakly.

He smiled and kissed your cheek, turning the shower off and grabbing you a towel. “No, it wouldn't be so terrible. But not right now. Soon, but not right now.”

You felt nauseous again as you toweled off and dressed. You didn't talk much as you both readied to leave, putting your suitcases in the back of the car and patting Gibson, your cat, goodbye. A kind, cat-loving coworker of yours was coming by to feed Gibby while you were gone, but Jake gave him snuggles and kisses like it was the last time they were ever going to see each other.

“You be good,” Jake said, stroking Gibby’s head as he purred like a car engine. “Mama and I love you very very much.”

Some weird, clawing thing stuck in your throat at him calling you “mama” even though he'd always referred to you that way to your cat. You kissed Gibby’s head and went out to the car, taking a few deep breaths as you watched the rain slide down the passenger side window.

“Five-thirty?” Jake groaned as he backed the car out of the driveway. “Sparrow, we gotta get some coffee.”

Your mood was pensive and distant through the drive, checking in at the airport, and boarding the plane. Jake got away with just one request for his picture and signature in the terminal; the girl was wearing a Mirador shirt, and Jake grinned at her promise to get his signature tattooed right where he’d signed it on her arm.

“Never gets old,” he said, slinging his arm over yours as you stood in line to board. “Tell me you like being married to a rockstar.”

You gave him a weak smile. “I like being married to a rockstar.” You did, and you wouldn't trade the constant enjoyment of Jake’s skill and success as a musician. But the rockstar life made some things difficult, and you didn't dare think of what problems would arise if you really were pregnant.

Jake very sweetly gave you the window seat, intending and quickly managing to fall asleep against your shoulder. You looked out at the rainy tarmac and thought of Josh and Baby, two of your dearest friends, people who had not only managed to start a family in the middle of the rockstar life but become very good at it. Their son was the light of their lives, and they'd integrated domestic life into Josh’s whirlwind schedule of recording, touring, and constant limelight with every ounce of joy and patience a couple could ever hope to have. They would help you and Jake, happily, if it turned out that your positive thinking came to naught.

You tried to push the thought out of your head and rest against Jake, readying yourself for a day of summer birthday fun with your family. Your friends and your precious nephew deserved the best version of you, and by the time you pulled up to Josh and Baby’s beautiful old house in Frankenmuth, you were ready to jump right in.

The theme was toddler-friendly life on the high seas, and sweet, colorful, swashbuckling decorations adorned every inch of the house. Coming in, you heard your family in the kitchen and out on the back deck, the sliding door wide open to let dripping, bathing-suited partygoers come back and forth for snacks and popsicles before another splash in the pool.

“Ahoy, mateys!” Jake called, following you as you came into the kitchen. Baby looked up, a bright smile on her pretty face, and abandoned the cubes of watermelon she was spearing with tiny plastic swords.

“You’re here!” she said happily, throwing her arms around you. “Oh, I was worried — Josh said you might have bad weather coming out of Nashville.”

“Just some rain,” you assured her, so relieved to be here with her and the rest of your family. You hugged her back tightly. “How’s the party so far?”

She laughed and gestured to the back yard, accepting an affectionate ruffle of her hair from Jake. “Ready to get started, now that you're here. Have drink, put on your bathing suit, enjoy yourself.”

You went to say hello to your brothers, and JD graciously paused his relentless jumping into Sam’s arms in the pool to hug you and Jake. Dripping wet, his curly hair wreathed with sunshine, he looked up at you and your husband like you’d hung the moon.

“I so happy you're here!” he said gleefully. “Is’ my birthday!”

You smiled and kissed his chubby cheek. “It is! Happy birthday, honey.”

You let him get back to swimming and went to change into your bathing suit. Before long, you were happily drawn into sun-soaked hours of lounging by the pool, talking about everything and nothing with your family. Rosie, who wasn't as spry as she used to be but still patient and amenable to JD’s wet hands mussing her fur, thumped her tail as she lay under the shade of Danny’s chair.

“Sam wants another puppy,” Danny said, taking a long pull from a Corona. “He told his mom we're going to be parents, and she almost lost her shit until she figured out he meant another dog and not a baby.”

Sam planted a kiss on Danny’s forehead. “No babies until we're married, Wagner. I've told you this a hundred times.”

“He’s old fashioned,” Danny agreed, giving you a slightly wistful smile. “But he’s right. We’d have our hands full with a bunch of dogs and a whole entire person.”

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Josh called from the pool, holding JD as the little boy paddled and splashed and giggled. “You should go for it. All of you. Me and Baby feel kinda left out being the only ones with bedtimes at seven-thirty.”

Jake laughed. “No thanks. I've still got some partying years in me.”

Your throat felt tight. “Maybe partying’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”

“Speak for yourself,” Sam teased.

Baby seemed to notice something was off with you, and she put her hand over yours.

“Will you come help me get some stuff from the kitchen?” she asked.

You went with her willingly, needing a break from the sun and the harmless teasing that seemed to twist like a knife in you. You took the Capri-suns and sub sliders from the fridge as she mixed a pitcher of what was appropriately labeled “Jack Sparrow’s missing rum punch”.

“You want some?” she asked.

You bit your lip. “Better not.”

She poured herself a drink and joined you at the counter where you half-heartedly put pirate-sail toothpicks in the sandwiches.

“All the decorations came out really cute,” you said, meaning it despite your quiet tone.

She smiled. “Thanks, sparrow. You know Jake’s had JD into pirates since the day he was born, and now that he's finally old enough to enjoy it, I figured it was time to pull out all the stops.”

She brushed your hair back from your face. “Sparrow... are you pregnant?”

You felt a vivid blush rise to your face. Was it pinned to your dress like a scarlet letter? But meeting her eyes, seeing sympathy and understanding there, you slowly nodded.

“I think so,” you all but whispered. “I — I haven't taken a test. I don't know for sure.”

“But your period’s late?” she asked calmly.

“And I've been having morning sickness,” you managed. “It — I mean, it could be the flu, but —”

She laughed, but it wasn't unkind.

“It’s probably not the flu, honey.” She squeezed your hand. “I have a test in the bathroom if you want to take it.”

You were surprised. “Are you pregnant?”

She shrugged. “Not at the moment. I’m not planning on it, but...” She gave you a wry smile. “Sometimes these things happen, sparrow. It’s not the end of the world. It might actually be the start of something really wonderful for you and Jake.”

You felt the sting of tears. “I haven't said anything to him. I didn't want to if I wasn't sure. I don't know if he’ll...” Tears spilled over. “If he’ll be happy.”

“Of course he’ll be happy,” she said, and it was so confident and so sure that you felt a buoying of hope. “He’ll be over the freakin’ moon, sparrow. Don't let all this nostalgia for partying get to you. Josh was happy when we found out we were having JD, and Jake will be happy if you find out you're having a baby too.”

You swallowed. “You think so?”

She smiled and brushed the tears from your face. “Yeah, I think so. Go find out if you are.”

You did as she said, finding the Clearblue test under the sink. Waiting was agonizing; you forced yourself to wait longer than you were supposed to, not sure if you could bear it, whatever the result was. You wanted a baby with Jake; nothing would give you more pleasure than to make him a father, to start a family with the man you loved. But was he ready? Were you ready?

Finally, you looked at the test. There, in little black letters: pregnant.

A gasping sort of sob escaped you. You clapped a hand over your mouth and sank to the floor, holding the test in shaking fingers, reading it over and over. Pregnant. You and Jake were having a baby.

You cried, but whether they were happy tears or just a sign of how overwhelmed you were, you couldn’t tell. Sitting on your best friends’ bathroom floor, you watched your tears blur that one little word that would change everything.

Eventually, you collected yourself enough to wash your face at the sink and tuck the test in the pocket of your sundress. You ventured out to the back porch and found your family in a safe, comforting chaos; Baby and Danny were swimming with JD, and the twins were soundly beating Sam in garbage.

Jake looked up as you came out, a handsome smile lighting his face. “Hi, sweetheart. You wanna play the next hand?”

You looked over at Baby, and she grinned when you gave her a little smile. She nodded towards Jake, urging you to tell him.

“Um...” You twisted the fabric of your dress in nervous fingers. “Actually, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure. Let me just...” He laid out his cards and was met with groans from his brothers, and he smirked. “Read it and weep, fellas.”

Josh gathered up the cards to be dealt again, and Jake was careful of the empty beer bottles on the table as he stood and came inside with you. He was a little tipsy, his piratey swagger giving it away more than anything else, sun-kissed and smiley and so beautiful to you that you thought you would never get tired of just looking at him. Would your baby look like him? You hoped so, and it was the promise of another someone like Jake Kiszka in the world that made you brave enough to speak.

“I need to tell you something,” you said, your voice a little wobbly.

He pulled you close and gave you a kiss. “Don’t tell me. You want to ravish me.”

You gave a soft laugh. “Not exactly.” You led him to the guest bedroom, though, wanting it to be just the two of you with no one walking in accidentally.

“This is... not convincing,” he teased when you closed the door behind you. “I guess you’re feeling better than you were this morning, huh?”

You were, but the reason wasn't what he thought. Now that you knew, now that you were sure and had the confidence and encouragement of your best friend, you were feeling much better. Now you just needed Jake to tell you it would be alright.

“I think I might not be... over that,” you said cautiously. “Like, it might be a recurring thing. Every morning.”

He frowned, searching your face. “What do you mean? Is something wrong?”

You shook your head. “Nope. Nothing's wrong.”

“What is it, then?”

You pulled the test out of your pocket and handed it to him. “Um... I think that’s what it is.”

You waited for him to speak, to do anything, but he just looked at it in silence, cradled in the palm of his hand. Then, after a moment, he looked up at you.

“Are you serious?”

You couldn’t read his tone. Shock, surprise, maybe a little fear, something you hoped was excitement — all of them bled into the color of his voice.

“I'm serious,” you said, starting to feel like you were going to cry again. “I just took it. It's... I mean, it's pretty clear.”

He closed his hand around the test. Almost like he’d taken a blow, he stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed.

Your heart dropped right to the floor when he hid behind his free hand, leaning over his knees. Tears blurred your vision.

“I know it’s not the best time,” you said, desperate for some kind of reassurance. You came close to him. “But I think if we — if —” You didn't know what to say. “I think we can do it, Jake. I think we can have this baby.”

He lifted his head and met your eyes, a big, bright smile shining through a tearful haze.

“You’re really pregnant?” he asked, and it was all joy.

You all but collapsed against him then, putting your arms around his neck, holding him as he tested your head against your tummy. He put his arms around you and held you close, caught somewhere between laughing and crying.

“I’m really pregnant,” you said softly. “Jake, are you happy?”

He stood and spun you around, exultant, laughing like a little boy on Christmas morning.

“Yes, I'm happy!” He stopped spinning you to kiss you, sweet and messy and so in love with you. “Are you crazy, sparrow? I've never been so happy in my whole life!”

You looked up at him with your heart in your eyes. “You don't think it's a bad time?”

He hushed you with another kiss. “No way. It's the perfect time. Forget everything I ever said about it being a bad time.” His smile was so big and beautiful. “I can't believe we're having a baby, sparrow. You're gonna be such a good mom. I love you, and I'm so proud of you. I love you so much.”

“Oh, Jake,” you said gently. “I love you too.”

He held you close and you melted against him, safe, loved, so happy you were delirious with it. You were having a baby! It sang in every part of you, and you joined in his joyful tears and watery laughter.

“Let’s go tell everybody,” he said, taking your hand. “You want to?”

You nodded, feeling that you'd never been more in love with him than you were just then.

He led you back out to the porch and tried to keep the suspense up as your family watched your giddy, excited entrance. Everyone was sitting at the table now, JD fast asleep on Josh’s lap; Jake was grinning to beat the sun, bright and shining with pride and contagious joy as the two of you stood before the people you loved.

“I don't mean to steal the little man’s thunder,” Jake said, looking with heart-rending tenderness at his brother and his baby. “This a great birthday for a great little guy. But...” He looked to you, and you gave his hand and encouraging squeeze.

“Well, I guess we’ll be planning another birthday party soon,” Jake said, the words fairly bursting out, “because... we're having a baby!”

Your family erupted into a wonderful cacophony shocked questions and joyful hollering, chairs protesting as they were pushed back, pirate decorations toppling on the tabletop as you and Jake were surrounded with hugs and kisses and congratulations. JD woke, a little uneasy at all the happy noise, and Josh cuddled him close with a beaming smile and told him he was going to have a cousin very soon.

“Oh,” was all the little boy said, one hand tangled in Josh’s shirt as he looked on the gathering with a bleary smile.

Baby fairly tackled you, telling you how much she loved you, how happy she was for you. You stood in the circle of your family and couldn't help a few tears, but they were nothing but happy now.

After the boys reined in their joyful rowdiness and you had been hugged so many times you felt the pressure of love on you like a warm blanket, it was time for cake and presents and celebration of the first little Kiszka your family had been blessed with. JD loved all his presents, running around in his too-big pirate outfit from Sam and Danny and waving the sword you and Jake had gotten him, and the adults settled at the table to enjoy each other's company. In the light of the setting sun, sun-flushed cheeks sore from smiling and music playing and drinks flowing, you family was as beautiful to you as they had ever been.

Jake patted his lap, and you squeezed with him in the chair and welcomed his protective, loving arms around you.

“So, what are we naming this baby?” Sam asked, dealing out a hand of cards. “Jake junior?”

“Jack Sparrow,” Josh offered.

You laughed. “Maybe. I think it’ll be a girl, though.”

Jake looked up at you. “You know already?”

You kissed him. “Not officially, honey. I didn't mean to get you all excited. But... I don't know. I can feel it.”

Baby nodded as she gathered her cards. “I could tell with JD. Sometimes you just know.”

“It should be a bird name,” Danny suggested. “Since you guys are into that sort of thing.”

Jake smiled. “Yeah, it should.” His hand rested on your tummy, and you put your hands over his. “What about Robin?”

The name washed over you with a special kind of peace. “Okay,” you said softly. “Sparrow and her Jake-bird and their little Robin.”

Your family cooed over the name as you gave Jake a gentle kiss, and you knew it was perfect for your little girl.

Cake was eaten, drinks topped off, and music cranked up until it was well and truly a party. JD, with all the enthusiasm he could muster while falling asleep on Danny’s lap, joined in the various cheers and groans as you played cards together. You couldn't wait until you had another little Kiszka to join the party — your Robin would be around five months old at JD’s next birthday bash, and maybe there would even be another Kiszka-Wagner baby on the way. For now, though, everything was perfect, and you rested in it as you spent time with the ones you loved.

Jake pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I love you, sparrow,” he said gently, just for you. “And I love our little bird.”

You touched his cheek and drew him up to kiss your properly, loving the feel of his smile.

“Jakey,” you said softly. “We love you too.”

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xxaraaq · 7 months

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Choso x Black!reader

A/N | Sorry that I haven't posted in a long time. This is really shitty but I wanted to post something for Halloween before I probably disappear again. I hope you enjoy. Also, the costume is the first one when you click on the link.

Choso wasn’t one to be at any type of social event, much less a Halloween party. He hated everything there – from the alcohol filled bodied rubbing against each other to the shitty costume, he could barely stand the thought of it.

He’s always preferred to stay in and watch any horror movie franchise ranging from Saw to the Conjuring. It was one of the best ways to spend the night in his opinion, and he wouldn’t think in a million years that it would ever change.

Until you.

He doesn’t even know how he bagged you, with the fashion sense of a borderline homeless man, to a face he would consider as pale as a corpse. But he did, and easily at that. You were obsessed from the moment you saw him in the dining hall. It was early – around 8 AM, when you first met. He made your heart drop down to your stomach, and you knew then and there that you were gonna have him.

Safe to say he was surprised when you came up to him in nothing but a hoodie, pj pants, and a bonnet asking for his number. He thought you had him mistaken for somebody else, even looking side to side with a look full of confusion. “Ain't nobody behind you if that’s what you're looking for.”

He looked at you before looking at your phone, taking it in his hand before quickly typing his number into it, “Here you go.” He says, an unreadable look on his face. You chuckled playfully, taking your phone with a confidence he’s never seen before. “I’ll see you later I guess.” You smirk, walking away with an extra sway in your hips.

What the fuck is wrong with me, saying ‘here you go’, shit is mad corny, he thinks to himself, a grimace forming on his face.

Your relationship with him grew fast after that, constantly spending time with each other in your dorms, doing everything from watching shitty comedy movies to talking shit on half of the professors. Seeing you was the highlight of his day, and vice versa. It didn’t help that you were a tease though. With all the lingering touches and possessiveness, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

You’ve always had a confident and solid aura, and it didn’t stop when it came to him. You knew that he wasn’t experienced – at least not as much as you – and you honestly didn’t care. You loved when he would go short of breath when you gave him hickies while he was supposed to be doing homework. And you loved it even more when he would moan, whimper even, when you slowly grinded against his crotch. It was a fun game for you, but you were getting restless.

So when one of your friends told you about the halloween party being hosted that Saturday, you knew that it was your chance.

“Baby pleaseee, we’ll look so cute together.” You whined, moving the hairs out his face. “Do we have to? Being around that many people for that long doesn’t really sound like an ideal setting to spend Halloween to me.” He sighs, gently grabbing you by the waist, pressing chaste kisses on your shoulder. “You wanna make me happy?” You ask, turning to face him. “Of course I do.” He sways back and forth with you. “Then you’ll do this for me, right?” You say, sultry tone lacing your voice. He stares at you in contemplation, and that’s when you know you have him. “Who do you wanna be? He asks, groaning in defeat.

It works every time.

—

“Choso, come here please.” You ask, pulling your stockings up to your mid thigh. “Come, lemme take a picture of you.” taking your phone. You posed, before taking it back. You knew he wasn’t going to, so you didn’t even bother to take a picture of him. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.” You say, dragging him out the door.

By the time the two of you got there, it was already packed. Music rattling every known surface and people already out in the front yard. When you stepped in the house, the smell of smoke and other substances hit your nose like a truck. You grabbed his hands, leading the two of you to the kitchen.

“This is soo fun.” He says, pouring you a drink before pouring himself one. “Stop being a pessimist Choso, we just got here.” You say, rolling your eyes. You can tell he’s getting a second and high by the way his eyes are already lidded. “You ok? You're staring y’know.” You joke, taking the rest of your drink down before stepping closer to him. “Oh I am? What, you don’t like it?” He teases, eyes darkening as he pulls you close.

He breathes in your scent, almost moaning as he feels himself harden. You giggle, dragging your hand against his clothed erection. He hissed at the sudden feeling, but you retract before he gets the chance to fully enjoy it. “Don’t be a fucking tease.” He says lowly, taking your chin in his hand. “You gonna do something about it?” You say, gliding your hand under his shirt. He chuckles, taking your hand in his before leading the two of you upstairs.

–

You don’t know how it progressed so quickly, but it did. One minute you were making out, practically tearing each other's clothes off. Next, you were grinding against each other like dogs in heat. Now, he was fucking you into the mattress.

“Ohhhh fuckk.” He groans, digging crescents into your hips as he pounded into you. You moaned like a pornstar, gripping his muscular arm as you fucked back. From the way he was hitting your sweet spot like a man starved to the way his balls hit your clit every time he bottomed out in you, you didn’t know how much longer you could last.

“Choso,” you whined. “S’good, sooo good. Keep fuckin’ me like this.” You cry out, tears staining the pillow. He took all of you in, from your angelic moans to the way your ass bounced on his pelvis, it was almost too much for him.

Almost.

“Shhh, it’s ok baby, you’re doing so good. S-so good for me.” He sighs, leaning over to press light kissed on your back. He gripped the back of your neck, pulling you back to create a near perfect arch. “You so pretty like this baby, fuck, so pretty.” You could tell that he was about to cum, and you smiled at the fact. “Cum in me.” You gasp out, hand coming to reach for his. “You want me to cum in you? Hmm” He asks, thrusting into you with more fervor than he has the entire night.

“M’cumming, m’cumming, m’cumming.” You chant like a mantra, seeing stars as you cum. “M’close, so close.” He says, still fucking into you. You whine at the overstimulation, slyly going forward to escape his ministrations.

“Where you going? Stop running from this dick, take it like a good girl, okay?” He says, pulling you back as his thrusts become sloppy. You take what he’s giving you, eyes rolling back. “Best pussy I ever had.” He moans, cumming with his final thrusts.

He lays down next to you as you both catch your breath. “If I knew you fucked like this, I would’ve taken you to a party sooner.” You laugh, rolling over onto his chest. He wraps an arm around you, tugging you close. “You make me cum like that again, I’ll go wherever you want.” He says, placing a chaste kiss on the side of your head.

His view on Halloween parties has definitely changed.

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Tell Me a Secret | Stiles Stilinski

“Okay, one more. One more.”

Stiles groans as he tosses an arm over his eyes in a playful attempt to hide from your invasive line of questioning. “God, fine. Go.”

“Okay.” You sit up a little higher in bed. “Okay, if Lydia is riding you…and somebody dies…and she screams…I mean…you’re dead, right? Like boom. Face melted and just…dead.”

His arm drops as he rolls his head over to look at you. “Oh…my God—”

“Am I wrong?” you argue. “No, because I was thinking about it—don’t look at me like that—I was thinking because…I mean, even a gag wouldn’t help, right? Cause if she screamed, it would just be…disintegrated. Right?”

He blinks at you, lips dancing with the idea of smiling. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m dead fucking serious,” you correct, expression firm. “No, honestly, I’ve always wondered this. Because…I mean like, a sex scream is definitely different from a banshee scream, right? ’Cause it only applies to death. And not like, ‘Oh, you murdered this pussy,’ kind of death. But like…dead people death, right?”

He blinks at you, doing his absolute best not to laugh.

“So, if you’re anywhere near her when it happens…and she has to scream—cause she can’t stop it—I mean…like you’d be dead. I mean…right?”

With an amused sigh, he rolls his lips into his mouth. “I don’t know. I guess? We never really…I mean that was never really a problem.”

“Right, right. Cause she was more worried about killing you in a car.” You nod as his eyes roll. “Feel like the sex-scream would be a lot more troubling, but whatever. Okay, next question.”

He groans and flops over onto the other side of the bed.

“So…Malia, right? Like she’s the one that introduced you to bondage, I’m assuming,” you begin, scooting closer despite his protests. “How did that…I mean, how would that have worked exactly? Like were you into tying her up, was she into tying you up…cause I saw the rope and handcuffs, so you can’t tell me that wasn’t a thing—”

Suddenly, just before you can even finish your train of thought, he’s flipping back over and lunging at you.

You have about two seconds to catch your breath before he’s managed to wrangle you onto your back as he straddles your waist.

Instantly, a breath catches in your throat as he smirks down at you, his large hand smoothing up your neck to capture your jaw in his palm.

“Are you done?” he murmurs, slowly dipping down to bring himself closer to you. “Because…I don’t want to think about them right now. In fact, I don’t even want you to think about them. I just want you...to think…about…me.”

The tip of his button nose brushes against yours as your lashes flutter. “I’m just confused…about…the logistics,” you pant faintly as he grins.

“Doesn’t matter,” he says firmly. “Only thing that matters is you. Us.” He leans back to catch your eye. “Yeah?”

You nod quickly.

“Good,” he whispers, head tilting until his lips can ghost over yours, sadistically teasing you with a kiss. “’Cause I’ve got something I wanna show you tomorrow.”

You perk up, fingers mindlessly tangling in his white sleep shirt. “Oh? What?”

Now, he moves to your cheek, mouth trailing along your feverish skin as you swallow a whine. “You always wanted to see Eichen House, yeah?”

Your eyes widen.

“Well, they’re tearing it down in a couple of weeks,” he continues, taking note of your excitement. “Thought we’d give it one last look.”

You gasp as you push on his chest until you can fully see his face. “Wait, really? You’ll take me? Actually?”

Stiles nods, and you feel your heart leap into your throat. Eichen House (and Beacon Hills in general, for that matter) has always been a sore spot between the two of you.

He likes to keep you safe in this part of his life. He likes who he is now.

With you.

And the idea of introducing you to how things used to be...how he used to be...

He was sure you'd never be able to look at him the same.

You'd done your best to assure him that you didn’t care about his life before. Because everybody has a past, and that's not something he can change.

It's nothing something you want him to change.

You love this Stiles. You always will.

He hadn't seemed too convinced before.

But now, well...now it looks like your nagging has finally done you some good.

You throw your arms around his neck to pull him down in a grateful kiss as he exhales a laugh and slides his hand down your side.

“I can’t wait,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his bottom one. “It’s not gonna change anything between us, you know.”

“I know.” He’s quiet. Reluctant, even.

You know how much of himself he has to be fighting just to give this to you.

So, you decide to take his mind off it.

After all, it’s the least you can do.

“And once we’re there, you can show me all the places you and Malia did it,” you add eagerly, and you’re rewarded with the sound of his annoyed groan.

“Oh, that’s it,” he declares, wrapping an arm around your back to roll you both over to the other side of the bed.

And you’re more than okay with that.

Part one, maybe??? Listen, I thought going with them to Eichen House might be kind of funny so 😭

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Hello^ can I request Vergil and V with a Shy/Quite reader who is a bookworm?

Note: I really enjoy your writing it makes me happy that there is another fan writing for dmc : ) honestly you’ve inspired me to want to start but I gotta work on my writing a bit more. Anyways have a good Day/Night ✌︎('ω')✌︎

vergil and v with a quiet bookworm!reader 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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i’m glad to have been an inspiration for you, i wish you luck and happiness regardless if you do decide to go through with creating a writing blog or not—i’m sure your writing is amazing, my dear. feel free to request more at any time 🫶🫶

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mentions of v’s correlation to vergil in dmc5!! other than that, lmk if i missed anything ^-^!1!1!

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ you and VERGIL go hand in hand with each other, often sitting in comfortable silences whilst you read books on different ends of the couch.

❥ sometimes he’ll let you lay your head on his lap as he reads, occasionally “reluctantly” reading aloud— even if you’re burning holes into him. you’re just admiring, he understands.

❥ vergil’s not very good with words, he’s often emotionally constipated and has trouble with comprehending emotions and vulnerability in fear that it makes him seem more.. human?

❥ just give him some time to accept his human half, he’ll come around to it eventually. it just takes some easing into.

❥ he doesn’t really show his love through words per se, taking more time to show it through his actions rather than verbally.

❥ he’ll drop a book on your desk once he gets home and you’re already asleep, knowing you’ll find it once you wake up looking for him in the morning. his job requires him to be very busy, but he always manages to bring you something back along the way.

❥ refuses to acknowledge it if you bring it up, though. vergil just hates admiring he’s gone soft, doesn’t he?

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your eyes stayed glued to the small hardcover book that laid on your desk, fingers brushing over the engraving of the design as a gentle smile graced your face. your grin only widened when you spotted the small post-it note stuck onto the corner of the gift, vergil’s name written meticulously in blue pen standing out against the lined yellow.

and later when he came home, you had waited up for him. you lounged about on the couch while you watched tv, flashing him a smile once he had walked through the door and spotted you.

he cocked a brow at your beaming, his shoes being kicked off and neatly placed near the door in the process.

“i saw the book you left me today.” came your quiet voice, barely audible over the amount of censoring and yelling on the television.

vergil looked away. he knew that if he looked at you, he’d fall apart into your loving embrace once more and melt into your sweet, hushed whispers. he huffed, “think nothing of it.”

it didn’t matter how curt his response was, you knew better. you knew that was just his way of acknowledging it. and he definitely couldn’t help the smirk that fell upon his face at the sound of you pitter-pattering behind him as he adjourned to the room.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥 — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ considering v is just another part of vergil, his situation is pretty similar to vergil’s.

❥ however, v is not shy or quiet by any means. while he doesn’t talk much, he just sits there. observing or maybe even reading on his own.

❥ v is pretty bold, though. he’ll somewhat tease you if you’re too shy to admit that you want his attention or something else of the sort.

❥ ugh i just wanna kiss that smirk of his so badly

❥ will also recommend you things, except he’ll actually.. talk to you? he’s definitely not afraid of talking with you and has no problem going up to you to start a conversation.

❥ likes to have you draped over his lap as he reads you poetry, as well. he finds it so romantic, like the gothic ass poet he is.

❥ somebody help i need to be confaindd and chained ip

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“and to thy cares will lend no listening ear..” v’s velvet words cut through the silence as he read through a slew of sonnets with a soft tongue.

your lashes fluttered with every blink you took, each one heavier than the last as you attempted to stay awake. it took everything in your willpower not to fall asleep on your lover’s lap right then and there.

but just the thought of sleep sounded so sublime, you couldn’t help but indulge in yourself and your swirls of dreams. only v clouded your mind as you drifted in and out of his sleep, his voice slowly melting into the soft distant sounds of singing birds and the synthetic fabric of his pants crinkling against your ear whilst you tried to make yourself comfortable.

you took one last look at your surroundings, one last look at v. the sun had seeped in through the cheap blinds and illuminated him from behind as it caused a dark shadow to protrude from beyond your beloved. so to you, v looked absolutely ethereal.

one last look at his lips was all you took, watching as they moved so smoothly with every word that left his lips, “then let this comfort all thy woes wear..”

and as v finished the page, he looked back down at you. his brows raised at the sight. you, asleep on his lap? oh, what an interesting position you’ve gotten him in. whatever shall he do now?

his eyes crinkled with his soft smile, taking a moment to run his thumb along your cheekbone and caress the soft skin that lay there.

v closed the book, making sure to remember what page he left off on before setting it to the side and lolling his head back onto the soft pleather couch that resided in the van.

he made sure to keep one hand on your hair and the other rested on your hand, just in case nico decided to get careless with all the demons in the road. who could ever predict her reckless driving?

as v closed his eyes, he let out a deep sigh as left one last squeeze to your hand before getting some sleep. it would be a long journey to try and find the devil sword sparda, after all.

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