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pendephoebe · 3 months
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If you'd be willing could you maybe do NSFW headcannons with either Branch or Floyd? I love these two silly guys.
|| absolutely! Thank you for requesting! This is gonna be a very interesting post||
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SAUCE? YOUNGER BROTHERS HEADCANONS
Branch:
💙 — Branch is honestly the most like chill out of the brothers.
💙 — man likes it slow, romantic, passionate and i see him being the least freaky (bro likes being tied up)
💙 — power bottom you cannot tell me otherwise
💙 — as much as he likes taking care of you he MELTS when he can let his guard down and let you care for him
💙 — kissing him out of nowhere, long lingering touches, gentle teases he EATS THAT SHIT UP
💙— *whine and gasps*
💙 — bro is smooth with teasing also
💙 — he is a mix of Floyd and clay imo. He is really good at just making you quiver and then leave like nothing happen, a smug smile on his face
💙 — average size but lean (still a mix of floyd and clay) definetly a grower than shower
💙 — grumpy man in the streets, soft lover in the sheets
💙 — acts like hot shit like “oh i cant get flustered, im a bad boy” and gets flustered immediately (gets hard EASILY- TOO EASILY)
💙 — like legit even a wink will make his dick spring up hot and ready for action
💙 — always excuses himself away when hes around you legit because of his little problem everytime he’s around you
💙 — absolute bottom with oral (unless he had a rough day) then he will be more dominant. Also he probably cannot last a blow.
💙 — sex time
💙 — power exchange happens but he likes to top and bottom. Hes not picky as long as you feel good
💙 — if he tops, he will be very careful and sensual (like bruce) will kiss your neck and caress your legs as one hand teases your nip and his dick is slowly going in and out of you
💙 — like he would take his time like its your last, making sure you feel everything everywhere all at once (not a ref)
💙— also like picks ya up and man handles you gently
💙 — if he bottoms, he will let you take control. You might need to help let him loosen up before as he needs that little boost to fully sub
💙 — will probably tear up and whine a lot when you do. He definitely has very sensitive NIPS so hit that HARD.
💙— “..f-fuck- FUCK! Ah~ fuck baby please~…”
💙 — he’s definitely building toys for you two
💙 — simple vibrators, fuck machines, those tables that just tie you up with the hit of a button
💙 — (likes to be tied up)
💙 — he gives more bottom than top honestly like i dont make the rules here
💙 — he cums a lot like JD. Like a lot, like its thick and milky and he probably busts everywhere
💙— shakey and teary. Baby is like shakely asking you to help him. Make him a bath and help the baby
💙 — honestly really good with his hands, man builds stuff and shi so he KNOWS how to flex the fingers
💙 — you will bust HARD once he learns the ways his hands can make you quiver. Mans a planner so you think he wont just plan a “bust hard” plan?
💙 — like clay he knows how to aftercare (but is still a dirty man cuz of the whole no pants bunker situation)
💙 — 10000% cuddle man — you would feel loved
Floyd: BEFORE THE MOVIE (NO PTSD YET)
❤️ — from what i already established from his ‘crush on you’ fic, this man is very oblivious before yall get together. However-
❤️ — when yall get sexual. Oh is he a big tease, and i mean putting his emo mean boy side to use.
❤️ — like bruce he would whisper explicit things in your ear, his breath tickling ur neck as he traces his hand lightly across your shoulders
❤️ — or he would wink at you from afar and make rude gestures when no one is looking —👌👈 — and just smile innocently as he just watches you being flustered
❤️ — this man KNOWS how people work and WILL tease you mentally till you are a melted mess
❤️ —honestly will use his body as a way to tease. Like stretching in a particular way, or flipping his hair, making sure you see him warm up for his shows..you’re basically drooling at this point
❤️ — and he will act innocent. Sweet boy floyd could NEVER be that horny could he? (Sarcasm)
❤️ — he will so hold back if he sees you in shorts and a baggy t, like those one that fall off the shoulder but barely cover ur pelvis — he would struggle as he just covers his face in his hands
❤️ — in terms of physical teasing to him. Kisses on his neck and the point of his ears are a go. Blowing soft air on his ears and neck making him shiver. Kissing his wrists and the back of his neck (he melts is you touch his thigh)
❤️ — Hes definitely a mean dom or a brat when you two do things
❤️ — if you suck him off he will push your head down, praising you as you are such a good girl/boy for taking him whole, ah dont move yet~ let him enjoy his tip against your throat a little more
❤️ — his cock is not as girthy as Jd or Bruce, nor as long as clays but it is a good in between. Like a solid 6 inch and good proportioned girth
❤️ — he would precum alot.
❤️ — now lets talk sex
❤️ — if he’s the one topping. Prepare for alot of edging and whining cuz he will be relentless
❤️ — your back against his chest as your hands are tied behind his neck so you cant move away from him. His fingers teasing your clit/tip as he is sucking against your neck, and messing with your nipples
❤️ — biting hard and leaving hickeys as he smacks ur region and thighs a bunch of times, whispering praises against your ear
❤️ — “your being so good for me~ lets see how long you can last shall we?”
❤️ — honestly will not give you his cock till you beg for it. And he just has to comply right? The kind floyd feels your pain so he’s gotta make his lover feel better doesnt he
❤️ — will just slowly thrust in and out of you, gently holding your wrists down as he kisses away your desperate tears, as you beg for him for more
❤️ — he just smiles and coos you as he takes his time thrusting ALL the way in and ALL the way out, holding a bit as he watches your hole twitch before putting it in again
❤️ — “hmm~ you’re so cute you know that?” (Sadistic bastard)
❤️ — honestly the only one of the bros who would fuck your mouth good. Like he will position your face and just tease you my rubbing his tip against your tongue before shoving it all the way in and making you hold it as your rose rests against his hair
❤️ — if you’re the one topping. Watch him make fun of you as he becomes bratty to spice things up
❤️ — he is not going down easy. And as we all say from the movie he is kinda sassy
❤️ — honestly it makes him comfortable to bottom as he doesnt feel like he has to take responsibility or care for anything. He can just be mean and have fun with it.
❤️ — will honestly try to make fun by making you loose your dom side, pocking or actively touching you to make you flustered
❤️ — he loves when you ride him. You holding onto the wall above you as he just takes in the view of your body from below, watching ur assets bounce and move as you start to bottom out
❤️ — while he is just smiling. Once he sees you getting tired tho he will tell you to raise ur hips and as he holds onto them he is ramming into you to help you and him cum
❤️ — loves to see the mess after (also loves to see his cum on you alot, knows how to pull out)
❤️ — master at aftercare.
❤️ — homeboy is kissing you better, cleaning you, giving you water, more kisses and cuddling together to sleep (in the end he was always in charge)
THE WAIT IS OVER I FINALLY DONE THIS SORRY IT TOOK AGES HERE YALL GO
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superhaught · 4 days
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Yes, Princess
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Pairing: Regina George x Reader
Warnings: filthy filthy smut (18+ MDNI), cunnilingus, dom/sub dynamics, use of strap on dildo, gagging with clothing, FemDom!Regina, Sub!Reader, use of pet names, begging, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, both characters are consenting adults! Slight angst at the end.
Reader is short and masc-presenting
Word Count: 5300, Part 1/?
Anonymous Asked: hiiiii are you open to writing like FemDom Regina George x short masc girl/enby, and Regina likes to make them beg to finish. thanks and sorry i don’t know how to write requests lol
Regina brings Reader home to use them for all her needs, promising a reward for being on their best behavior for their Princess.
Explicit content below! Read at your own risk (or pleasure 😉)
You were sitting on a bench outside in the courtyard at school, eating your lunch, when Regina George walked past you and dropped a folded paper note into your lap.
You looked up at the blonde as she kept walking. She turned back over her shoulder and gave you a flirty wink and a wave of her fingers.
You unfolded the note carefully and were met with the woman’s frilly handwriting in pink glitter gel pen ink. The note read: “meet me at my car after school, little one. I have something for you.” You could ascertain her intentions and the thought formed a pit in your stomach and a pool of heat between your legs.
She had done this before; she had given you vague invitations, drove you to her lavish house after school, and led you by the hand up to her bedroom. You had always known exactly what you were agreeing to with Regina, and you always had done so willingly.
Regina had come out as a lesbian in the time since the junior year bus accident, but she still liked to do things her way sometimes. She got off on the secrecy and scandal of it all. She enjoyed the rush of keeping the girls she liked under her heel, even though she had changed for the better as a person.
It wasn’t a secret between the two of you that you wanted more of Regina, but that just wasn’t what she wanted right now. You had to respect that and you appreciated her transparency with you. It was far better to have a piece of Regina than none of her at all, so when the last dismissal bell rang, you gathered up your stuff and walked to Regina’s Jeep in the student lot.
She was waiting for your arrival with a cheeky grin. The blonde was more than a head taller than you in her heeled Doc Martens. You approached her with your school bag draped over one shoulder and she beckoned you closer with a curl of her index finger, then pointed to the ground in front of her feet.
You obeyed unquestioningly, coming to a stop right in front of her. She peered down at you over the top of her sunglasses, her brilliant blue eyes seeing right through you, reading all of your desires as if they were tattooed on your face. She smiled adoringly, “I love how good you are for me, baby.”
“Thank you, Gina.”
She raised an eyebrow, “excuse me?”
You flinched, “I’m sorry, I meant thank you, Princess.”
And so it had already begun. When you were with her, you were hers. And honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Regina grasped her chin in her hand, squeezing either side of your face and then pulled you in for a hard kiss. She kissed you, and then sucked on your bottom lip and grazed her teeth over the soft skin, reminding you of your place.
She then ushered you into the passenger seat of her car before getting in on her side. You weren’t allowed to buckle yourself so you waited for her to reach across your chest and buckle your seatbelt for you. As she did so, she kissed your cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick print on your skin.
She eyed you up and down and said, “you look so handsome today, babyboy. I couldn’t resist bringing you home for me tonight.”
A shiver ran down your spine at her compliment, “oh, thank you so much, Princess.”
She smiled and rubbed her thumb over your inner thigh as she pulled out of the parking spot and began to drive. The way Regina affected you was unreal. Her touch alone was already enough to give you the urge to cross your legs tightly. When you tried to, though, she batted your thigh and made you spread your legs open even wider and let her fingertips drift even further inward, playing with the inside seams of your jeans and tickling you.
She scolded you, “tsk tsk, you know the rules, babyboy.”
You nodded obediently and let her keep touching you teasingly even though it made you squirm. You had to bite down on your bottom lip to stifle your sounds.
“Princess, your note said you had something for me?”
“Yes, I do honey. If you can be a good boy and behave yourself tonight, I’ll have a very nice reward for you.”
“Really, Miss? That’s wonderful!” You were genuinely excited, “I promise I’ll be good for you.”
“I bet you will, my baby. And I’ll take good care of you,” she continued to rub her thumb over your inner thigh as she spoke.
She pulled into her driveway and threw her car into park. You watched as Regina got out of the car and came over to your side and kissed you in the same dominating fashion as before while she unbuckled you and then pulled you out of your seat and led you inside the house.
She took you straight up to her bedroom and lightly pushed you inside her room ahead of her then closed the door and locked it. You just stared at her with wide eyes awaiting her instructions like you had been taught to.
She looked you up and down while she contemplated what she wanted from you and then a small smirk formed on her lips. You saw the twinkle in her eye and felt your knees weakening at only her expression.
“I want you to lie on the bed, on your back,” she began, “but I want you to let your head hang off the edge of the bed. Do you understand what I’m asking, babyboy?”
You nodded your head excitedly and crawled onto her bed, positioning yourself as Regina had instructed, “like this, Princess?”
She walked up to you and ran her fingers through your short hair, “yes, exactly like that baby. You’re doing so good.”
You smiled at her praise. You loved pleasing her.
Your head hung backwards off the edge of the bed and you watched Regina as she slowly started to remove her crop top, letting her tits fall out of the fabric.
Your eyes widened and you stared at her in awe as she continued to strip in front of you.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes, princess, you’re so pretty…”
“I’m your pretty Princess, aren’t I honey?”
You nodded, “mmhmm…”
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and slid them down her legs painfully slowly, letting every inch of her soft thighs be scrutinized by your eyes before the next was revealed. She finally let the pants pool around her ankles and stepped out of them, stepping slightly closer to your face in the process. Her thighs were by your head now and she said, “kiss me, baby.”
You turned your head and pressed your lips to her thigh. She hummed happily and played with your hair again, softly at first, then she grabbed onto a fistful of your hair tightly and held you in place, making you continue to kiss her thighs. She directed your head around to her liking, which you assumed was a preview of what else she had planned for you.
She let you go after a moment and began to praise you again, “good work, babyboy. Now, tell me, what do you think of my panties?”
You looked at the garment in question as she spun around for you a bit. She was wearing a simple, yet stunning, black lace thong. When she turned so that you were looking at her ass, she shook it playfully, using her hand to make it bounce, looking over her shoulder at you. You smiled and answered, “your panties are so beautiful, Princess. I bet they were expensive… your body looks so incredible in them…”
Regina smiled, “what else do you think of my body?”
“You have the most gorgeous body in the world. Every part of you is so stunning. Your thighs, your curves, your hands, your tits… everything, Princess. You are a work of art.”
“Mmm…” she hummed, “that’s right, babyboy.”
Regina ran her own hands over her skin and then through her own hair, moving it all to fall behind her shoulders.
“Do you want to know what we’re going to do, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please, Miss.”
“Such good manners… we’re going to start with me sitting my pretty pussy right on your mouth where you are right now, okay?”
You beamed and nodded eagerly.
“And you’re going to make me cum as many times as I feel is necessary, understood?”
“Absolutely, Princess.”
“Then… maybe, I will give you your present and make you cum as a reward for being a good boy for me, okay?”
You swallowed hard and felt a wave rush through your body and settle between your legs at her words. You nodded your head to answer her.
“Words, babyboy,” Regina commanded.
You cleared your throat, “yes, Princess. I want that.”
“Good boy. Very good,” Regina pinched the elastic sides of the thong between her fingers and slid them down her legs, “are you feeling ready for me, baby?”
“Yes, Princess. I’m ready.”
She stepped out of the panties and let the fabric hang from her index finger, “that’s my good babyboy, how about you take a look at how badly your Princess needs you, huh?” Regina took her panties and dragged them over your lips, letting you feel the wetness of the fabric.
Your eyes rolled back and you instinctively opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to lick and taste Regina’s panties.
She smirked, “oh yeah? You like that baby? You like knowing how much Princess needs you?”
You nodded, “yes… you taste so good, Princess…”
She leaned over you and gently crumpled the fabric into your mouth, making you moan.
“There’s more where that came from, babyboy… now, you stay still for me so that I can take your clothes off, okay?”
You nodded and Regina leaned further over you, going for your belt first and letting her tits hover above your face. You wanted so badly to lift your head and take one of her nipples into your mouth but you were gagged with her underwear and couldn’t. You groaned but then she unclasped your belt and your groan turned into a moan.
She giggled lovingly at your reactions and undid the fly of your jeans then slid her hands into your pants and grasped your crotch over your boxers. You jerked your hips at the contact and she teasingly rubbed her fingers over your cunt, “mmm you’re already so wet for me, too, aren’t you baby?”
You moaned and nodded.
“Well, I’m sorry baby, but you’re going to have to wait until your Princess has had her fill of you first. Is that understood?”
You attempted to mumble, “yes, Princess” but your voice was stifled by the panty-gag. Luckily, Regina understood your intent well enough and she continued to strip you.
She freed you of your pants and boxers all in one motion, and then pulled your shirt off of you as she trailed her hands back up your body. She somehow managed to pull your shirt off while also scratching her manicured, almond-shaped nails into the skin of your abdomen. You shook and lifted your arms so that she could finish pulling your shirt off all the way and she threw the fabric onto the ground behind her.
She leaned down and pressed lipstick kisses onto your sternum, between the pieces of tape that bound your chest flat. Her touch continued to make you squirm beneath her.
“You’re so sensitive right now, baby. I’m going to have so much fun with you tonight…”
You inhaled a deep breath through your nose and nodded, anxious but also pleased by her words.
Regina placed one last bruising kiss beneath your collarbone, sucking a dark red mark into your skin as if signing her work. Then, she stood up straight once more and adjusted her hair before repositioning herself by your head again.
She looked down at you and met your eyes, “I want to use that perfect little mouth of yours now, okay baby?”
You nodded.
“Good boy,” she pulled her panties out of your mouth and gave you a moment to breathe as she tossed them aside.
Regina grabbed your jaw and kissed your lips and then positioned her legs on either side of your head. You let your head fall back slightly and opened your mouth, waiting for her.
Regina lifted one leg up and planted her foot on the bed next to her cheek and then she slowly lowered herself to your mouth.
You closed your eyes and accepted her happily. You stuck your tongue out flat and dragged it through her center and she hummed in appreciation.
Regina danced her fingertips over your chest and let you be in charge of pleasuring her for a few minutes. She liked that you knew exactly how to get her worked up, cycling through long licks through her lips and then circling her clit slowly, but you knew that she wasn’t going to be satisfied with letting you take the reins for too long. Soon enough, she pressed her palm down on your chest and then started to ride your mouth desperately.
You moaned and worked in tandem with her, keeping your tongue working while she grinded on you and drenched your lips and chin in her arousal.
“Oh my god, fuck baby… yes just like that… let me use you…”
Regina increased her pace and came quickly. She grabbed and squeezed your hand as she gasped through her orgasm and rode it out on you.
You felt her muscles clench and her cum soak your face. You eagerly lapped it all up with your tongue and moaned along with her as she settled down and caught her breath.
When she lifted off of you, she was totally blissed out but she saw how red your face had gotten from hanging upside down so she brought her hand to the back of your head and helped you slowly sit up, “here baby, I’m not done with you yet but you can lie down flat on the bed now, honey… you did so good…”
You smiled, “do you feel good, Princess?”
“I feel incredible, babyboy. Thank you for taking such good care of me, darling.”
You laid down on the bed and Regina joined you but immediately straddled your head once more, “I need you again, baby…”
You nodded, “of course, Princess.”
Regina got on her knees and hovered over your face, then grabbed your hair in both hands to stabilize herself and started to ride you mercilessly. She used you like this until she tired, climaxing a second and third time just from your mouth. She collapsed back onto the bed and you wrongfully assumed that she was spent, but she merely lied down then instructed you, “fuck me with your fingers now, baby.”
You happily obliged and crawled toward her and began making out with her as you slid your middle finger into her entrance and curled it against her g-spot. She immediately started giving you the feedback you needed by rocking her hips and chasing the thrusts of your finger. You swiftly added your ring finger as well and her walls tightened around you. You continued to press the pads of your fingers into that sensitive spot, and with well-timed pressure from your thumb onto her clit and pushing your tongue into her mouth, she came long and hard.
She threw her head back and shut her eyes tightly, screaming out with intense pleasure as she soaked your fingers. Your lover practically passed out, melting into the bed and letting a joyous smile take over her face.
You kissed her softly all over her lips, cheeks, and neck, then nuzzled into her and wrapped her in your arms to hold her while she recovered. You stayed like that for some time, breathing together and just being soft for each other.
It wasn’t something you usually did, not that it was off limits but just because it wasn’t part of your relationship with Regina. That didn’t make it any less genuine, though, when you cuddled her closely and whispered, “I love you…”
You watched her face as she smiled without opening her eyes and whispered back, “I love you, too, sweetheart…”
You remained in the comfortable quiet for a while longer, tracing nonsense pictures onto her chest with your index finger and rubbing her upper arm lightly.
Regina let out a contented sigh and then opened her eyes and gazed at you before leaning in to kiss you softly.
“You were more than good to me, baby. You deserve your reward…”
“What’s my reward, Princess?”
She smiled, “let me go get it.”
Regina stood up and left the bed, giving you a quick kiss before going over to her walk-in closet and disappearing from view.
“Stay there,” she called out, “just give me a minute.”
You heard her fussing around with something and after a minute or so, she walked out of the closet wearing a black harness that holstered a hot pink strapon dildo.
Your eyes widened at the sight and she smirked. She was holding a bottle of lube and a condom in one hand and gestured toward the phallus with the other, “what do you think, honey?”
You were momentarily at a loss for words but you finally mustered, “I think it looks really pretty…”
“That’s good, baby. Do you think you’d like me using it on you?”
You nodded your head.
“Use your words now, baby,” Regina climbed up onto the bed and settled next to you, setting the accessories down.
“I… yes, I think I will like it. Will you work me up to it with your fingers, first, though?”
“Of course, my baby. Whatever you need.” She cupped your cheek and captured your lips in a loving kiss and then caressed her thumb over your cheek as she pulled back to look at you, “lay on your stomach for me, baby.���
You nodded and did as you were told, flipping over onto your stomach for her.
Regina sat to your side and began to rain kisses down over your back and shoulders, lightly scratching her nails over your skin as well to raise goosebumps. She then leaned in close and whispered into your ear, “I’m going to give you my fingers until you’re close to cumming and then we’ll switch to the strapon if you feel up for it, okay? And if it’s alright with you, I’m going to delay your gratification for as long as I can… I want to give you the best climax you’ve ever had by making you beg me for it… okay, baby?”
Her words made you shudder and whine in the best way. You nodded your head and answered, “yes, Princess. That sounds… incredible…”
“Good boy…” Regina slid her hand down the center of your back and gave your ass a smack before sinking her hand between your thighs. Her fingers touched your pussy and she made a pleased sound when she felt how wet you were, “mmm… you’ve been wanting me so badly, haven’t you baby?”
“Fuck…” you groaned, “yes, Princess…”
“Say it, baby…”
“I want you so bad, Princess… I need you…”
“Very good… you’ve done so well for me today, honey,” Regina gathered up some of your arousal on her fingertips and started to circle your clit with ease and patience. You agonized at knowing immediately just how much she was going to draw this out. You couldn’t help but buck your hips in a desperate attempt to force her to be more intentional with you but she responded right away with a disapproving sound and pressed you down into the bed with a hand on the small of your back, “we’ll have none of that, baby. I need you to be on your best behavior, yes?”
You whined like a pup but nodded anyway and mumbled into the mattress, “yes, Princess…”
“What was that?” Regina stopped her movements.
You groaned and turned your head so that she could hear you better, “I said yes, Princess.”
“That’s better… remember, I can just send you to bed at any time without getting you off, sweetie. You don’t want that, do you?”
You shook your head rapidly, “N-no! No, Princess, please!”
“Then be good and let me do my job,” she responded sternly.
“Yes,” you nodded, “yes, Princess.”
Regina resumed her movements and touched your clit slowly. You forced yourself to stay still in spite of her teasing and made sure not to chase her fingers for what you wanted. She would go at her own pace regardless of what you wanted and you would enjoy every second of it.
You buried your face in the mattress and moaned and whined, letting your sound express your exasperation in ways that your body wasn’t allowed to. Regina finally relented a little bit and started to tease your entrance with the tip of her middle finger. Her pointed nails made the sensation interesting, but Regina was always so careful not to harm you unnecessarily. It made her go slower which made you that much more desperate.
She finally entered you with that middle finger and you were so ready for her that you barely even felt it and she quickly added another to make you moan. She stayed like this for a while, pumping two fingers in and out of you while you laid on your stomach and she leaned forward to praise you through whispers into your ear.
“You’re my perfect baby… you feel so fucking good with my fingers inside you, babyboy… mmm I love making you whine like that… yes, that’s good, honey… you keep letting me fuck you my sweet boy…”
Every word, every thrust, brought you closer and closer to that edge but she kept you hanging there, maintaining this awful and wonderful limbo where your pleasure never subsided but never peaked either.
Your pleading whines only increased and your words started to spill out, “please, Princess… please please…”
“Please, what, baby?”
You groaned and shook your head.
“What? You don’t want to say it?”
She thrust a little harder, curling her fingers. Your hips jerked in response and she forced you back down again so that you couldn’t ride her fingers.
You cried out and pleaded again, “oh fuck! Please… Princess, please…”
“Please? Your manners are so good baby but I don’t know what it is that you want…”
You whimpered and buried your face into the bed again. Her fingers kept tempting you and you knew that she wasn’t going to give you anything more without you begging for it.
“Please… Princess… I need…”
“What do you need?”
“I need your… cock…”
“Ohh,” Regina teased, “you need my cock, do you?” Regina pumped her fingers just slightly deeper into you and continued, “do you need me to stretch your pretty little pussy with my pink cock, baby?”
You rolled your eyes back and moaned, fighting her hold on you to fuck yourself on her fingers out of desperation but she tutted and removed her fingers altogether, damn near killing you.
You turned your head to look at her as much as you could and you watched her spread your wetness that coated her fingers onto the dildo and she met your eyes as she did so, holding eye contact with you while she wet the toy before bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking off what was left and letting her fingers go with a loud pop of her lips.
“Come over here and suck it, baby… Princess needs your mouth again.”
You nodded and shakily got up onto your hands and knees, then crawled over to where she was sitting back on her calves and you knelt down and grasped the pink toy in your hand. You locked eyes with her as you lowered and then dragged your tongue up the penis from base to tip and then you hovered above it and spit onto the tip. Regina hummed happily and you spread your saliva down the toy with your hand and then took it in your mouth and sucked it a few times.
Regina quickly felt satisfied with your work and grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off, “on your hands and knees now.”
You assumed the desired position as Regina opened the condom wrapper and slid the rubber onto the toy. She then applied a generous amount of lube with her hand and positioned herself behind you.
She held the cock in her hand and tapped it against you a few times. You both giggled and you moaned, craving more. She leaned close to your ear again and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you senseless baby… you’re going to beg me to let you cum, and then you’re going to beg me to stop, you understand?”
You gasped at the sheer eroticism of it but you nodded eagerly and said, “yes, Princess. I understand.”
Regina started to press the tip of the cock into your entrance and you moaned at the feeling of it. She took her time and entered slowly. It wasn’t a large dildo by any means but it was certainly the most you’d ever taken.
Once she was far enough in, Regina grasped your hips with her hands and used her pelvis to push in the rest of the way. The fullness made you see stars momentarily and she stopped to let you adjust. You felt more comfortable after a moment and nodded, then she started to pull out and thrust back in.
Your moans were enough feedback for her to know that you were feeling good. She continued her movements and quickly started fucking you the way she wanted to, deep and slow. You let your head go slack and let her take you to her hearts’ content and you could already feel yourself rapidly approaching your climax. The way your breath hitched and your moans heightened in pitch clued Regina in and to your horror, she backed off and nearly pulled all the way out of you.
You whined at her cruelty and she rubbed her hand on your hip, “you remember what I told you, yes?”
You whimpered an affirmative response.
“I’m not just going to let you cum, am I?”
“N-no… no… you won’t… P-Princess…”
“You’re going to be begging and crying before I give you that, right baby? And you’re going to keep being so good for me and do just that, hm?”
You felt like you were already on the verge of tears and felt so weak for fear of not being able to take what Regina wanted to give you, but you nodded your head, “yes, Princess… I’ll… I’ll be good… so good…”
She gave your hips a hard squeeze and then began to thrust again, agonizingly slowly. You felt her push the tip of the cock as far as she could, and then pull out as much as she could without leaving.
You yearned for her to pick up the pace and fuck you hard. Your clit ached for contact. You’d never needed to cum this desperately ever in your life. The question crossed your mind of whether someone could die from a denied orgasm. You had been needing her to give you this since lunchtime but Regina would not be letting you off easy. Not now, not ever.
She was going to reduce you to a pleading mess, and you were going to do just that. Anything Regina wanted was your joy to provide.
“Princess!” You cried, “please fuck me harder… please… please…”
“Now that’s a good pet… that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Regina held you tightly and immediately began to pound into you with fervor. You cried out with pleasure and lost the ability to hold yourself up with your arms so your chest and head collapsed into the bed and you gripped the bedsheets in your fists, needing to hold onto something.
Regina slid a hand up your back and pressed on you, holding you down in that position, and you both moaned in sync.
“You’re doing so good, baby… are you going to beg your Princess to let you cum?”
You just whined and felt tears stinging the corners of your eyes. Of course you wanted to beg for your orgasm, but you also wanted to hold out just a little longer.
Regina kept fucking you. Her thighs smacked against your ass and she squeezed your waist in one hand. She was making these incredible, throaty sounds that drove you insane. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed release.
Your tears broke free and you cried out, “please, Princess! Please! I need to cum I need to cum I need-... please oh my god please make me cum!”
“Oh, is that right?”
“Oh fuck… yes! Princess… please please please… I have to cum… you have to let me cum I’ve been so good…”
She started going just a little faster but it still wasn’t enough, “you think you’ve been good enough to cum, baby?”
“Yes Princess… please… please make me cum…”
“What does my babyboy need to finally cum? Hmm?”
“Clit… clit… please… touch…” you sobbed.
Regina chuckled, clearly enjoying your desperation. She reached a hand around your waist and slid underneath you and started to circle your clit with her middle finger while continuing to fuck you with the strap. You gasped and rocked your hips in rhythm with her, which she allowed now.
“Mmm you’re so swollen for me, baby… you’re gonna cum so fast…”
You nodded your head, feeling your climax approaching rapidly. She touched you diligently and fucked you harder and faster than she had been.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck! I’m so close… fuck don’t stop don’t stop!” You gasped.
Regina continued and commanded, “beg me one more time baby.”
“Oh god please Princess… please please make me cum! I need it… please…”
Regina smiled to herself and rubbed your clit forcefully and you came undone screaming. Tears streamed down your cheeks and your body shook as the waves of pleasure sprinted through your nerves.
Regina helped you ride it out, gently slowing her movements to a stop and then softly pulling out and helping you lie down on the bed. She pressed sweet kisses onto the back of your head and shoulders and scratched your back gently. You shivered from the touch and took deep breaths to try to calm down.
Regina got up from the bed and took the harness off. She came back a few moments later with a towel and water bottle for you. She then laid down next to you and kissed your cheek while playing with your hair.
“How do you feel?” She whispered.
“Insane… so good…” you opened your eyes and met hers. She was smiling at you and scratching your scalp nicely.
“I’m so glad, darling.” She leaned forward and kissed your forehead, “you did so good.”
“Thank you…”
She continued to love on you in silence for a bit and you were just letting your mind wander. You were thinking about her and how much you genuinely cared for her.
“Regina?” You breathed.
“Yeah, baby?”
You stared at her blue eyes and brushed some of her hair out of her face. You wanted her in every way possible. You wanted her commitment… graduation was only a month away. You both would be leaving for different colleges in the fall. She had others that she spent intimate time with. And you’ve had this conversation before.
“It’s nothing, nevermind.”
Regina nodded, trusting that you would tell her if it was something important, “just rest now, sweetie. That’s all I need from you.”
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bouncybongfairy · 1 month
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Hello! Could I request some dark smut with Lip? I can also be more specific if you'd like! No worries if you don't want to write it! Also I just found your blog and love your writing! 💕
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Fucked Back Into Reality
Lip Gallagher x Fem Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend Lip, hadn't talked to you in a couple of days. After having several conversations about this reoccuring problem, you decied to give him the cold shoulder. He reminds you why doing this is a riskey game.
Word Count: 2.0k+
TW: Rough Smut, Brat Kink, Masocism.
Ref Account: @kaionyx
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It’s a bitterly cold day in Chicago’s south side. The type of cold where everyone at school is more concerned about staying warm than fashion. You were walking to school, both your parents left for work before you woke up. The school was too close to home for bus services so walking was really the only option. After trying to get in touch with Lip for the past two days, you were now on strike from being nice to him. You weren’t ignorant, Lip had a lot going on at home which meant his undivided attention was rare. Sometimes you wished he would just shoot you a text like: hey super busy day, love you / shits been crazy, talk to you when i can. Having this conversation in the past, you weren’t going to bother having it again. It surprised you to see Lip sitting on the front steps of the school; early which he never was. You started walking up the steps, he stood up and flicked his cigarette bud into the snow. 
“Hey,” he said, you just looked at him and kept walking to your locker. 
“Oh come one, you’re ignoring me?” he asked, leaning up against the mental lockers as you emptied your things into the locker. 
“Seems familiar doesn’t it,” you say, referencing him not reaching out for the past couple days. 
“Yeah but mine was accidental not bratty,” he chuckled. Maybe it was because you haven't eaten or smoked that morning but that comment enraged you. Slamming your locker and walking toward first period, leaving him in the hall. 
Just your luck to have chemistry as the first class of the day. The teacher took 20 minutes to calm the class down. Kids play fighting with each other or flirting in the back of the room. Groups of students in their cliques, not paying any mind to the instructions given. You felt bad for the teacher, I'm sure she thought an education career would help so many teens. Only to be placed in one of the most poorly funded schools in the state. You didn’t feel too bad though, it only meant less work for you. Lip liked the fact that you cared about your grades, that you had a plan after highschool. As stupid as Lip was acting, you also liked how smart he was. You complained about it alot but you liked how he didn’t fall for your little tricks and games. He doesn’t chase you, or let you push him over. Most guys were just so emotionally unintelligent, not to mention Lip was more mature when it came to sex. The last couple guys you were with didn’t even talk while you fucked. Didn’t know what foreplay was or understand a woman's body. Lip had a really good understanding of when to be gentle or rough. When he would whisper things in your ear it always felt so natural and smooth. There were times when your stomach would randomly flip when thinking about the nasty things he’d told or done to you. Maybe part of the reason you had some animosity towards Lip was because you had been sexually frustrated. For the past couple weeks you felt like you were practically throwing yourself at him and he wasn’t in the mood. Of course you respected that, you just missed him was all; maybe a specific part of him. At lunch he came up to you from behind and hugged you. Still feeling quite stubborn, you allowed it but acted like you didn’t care. 
“You still mad?” he whispers into your ear which makes your skin break out with goosebumps. He slides his hands down from your waist to your hips.
“I know we haven’t talked but I’m here now, let’s ditch for the rest of the day,” he said, pressing his lips against your neck. As much as you wanted to give in and agree, you still wanted to make a point. Pushing his hands away, you grab your backpack and walk away without acknowledging him. If he wanted to brand you as a brat then you’d give him his money's worth. 
It was the last period, and everyone was waiting for the bell to ring. Some kids just left when they were ready and the teacher didn’t care. He just sat there, staring with cold dead eyes at his computer. Daren was consistently trying his best to spark conversation with you, all he talked about was how he ran track but he was trying his best. The heaters were blasting inside the school because it was snowing. The classroom windows were wet with condensation which made you feel sticky. Becoming overstimulated you decide to leave early, excusing yourself and walking out. Daren followed you into the hallway, 
“Hey I was wondering if you wanted to stay after school and watch me practice? Maybe I can take you out after, or something?” he asks. 
“Oh sorry I can't. I actually have a ton of homework so, maybe next time?” you say walking away, happy that you’re avoiding the rush of people flooding out the front gates. 
Normally Lip would walk you home but you didn’t see him. Your willpower that was fueling your grudge was weakening. Pulling your phone out of your pocket and seeing if he texted you; he didn’t. Looking back you were feeling silly about your actions because look where they led you. It was really cold, snow sticking to your hair and eyelashes. Once you finally got home, Lip was waiting on the porch which took you by surprise. You went to greet him, this is when you noticed he looked angry. He didn’t even say anything to you, even after opening the door and letting the both of you in. 
“How’s Daren?” he asks, once you both get to your bedroom. 
“What?” you asked confused. 
“Well you talked to him all last period and even after you left,” he said, sitting on your bed and lighting a cig. 
“Okay first of all, I only talk to him for like two seconds. He asked me to watch him practice and I said no,” you defend yourself. 
“That’s two seconds more than you talked to me today,” he remarked. 
“Lip that’s not even fair,” you say, which made him smirk and shake his head as he took a drag. 
“Do you even hear yourself? ‘tHat’s nOt fAiR’ whining like a baby who didn’t get their way. Why were you so offended that I called you a brat even though you’re acting just like one,” he said.
“What are you trying to scare me?” you ask while laughing.
“Trying?” he asked rhetorically. 
You rolled your eyes and started to change into comfortable clothes. While you were only in your bra and underwear, Lip came behind you and ripped the lace material of the panties. You gasp and go to turn around but he presses you against the closet door. Intertwining his hand into your hair, gripping it so tight strands of hair were being pulled out. His dick was extremely hard and feeling it pressed against your ass immediately excited you. Moving your head slightly so he can start kissing and biting your neck. His breathing was hard and with his chest pressed against your back, you could feel his heartbeat. As he marked your neck, whimpers and moans were escaping your mouth. 
“Since you were feeling so brave today let’s hope you keep that energy,” he growled into your ear. 
“You gonna try and teach me a lesson?” you asked with a patronizing tone.
He chuckled and led you to the bed by your hair. Your heart was racing, your sexlife was by no means bland however, this was the first time he was this rough. It felt like the two of you were breaking the rules or something. Like discovering new and daunting territories. He reached his hand down and started feeling you through the hole in your panties he made. He let out a moan once he felt how wet you were. 
“You are such a fucking slut, good to know being put in your place is all it takes for you to soak your panties,” he said, letting go of your hair. 
He sat up onto his knees, instead of fully stripping his clothes, he just pulled his dick out of his zipper. Rubbing the tip against your pussy. Your chest was pressed against the mattress but your ass was pressed against his shaft. You start to rock your hips back and forth against him but he starts spanking his hands against your ass. The pain was so bad it burned, you thought he’d stop after a couple times but he kept going. Wanting to show you were handling the smacks, you try your best to take them without complaint. He was unrelenting and you finally begin to squirm away, which seemed to humor him,
“The more you fight and squirm, the more I wanna fuck you,” he said, running his nails down your now bright red ass. 
“Fuck just do it already then,” you whine, in response he spits at your face. 
“Cum slut’s don’t speak unless spoken to,” he said, pushing himself into your twitching and leaking pussy.
The feeling was enough to make your eyes roll back. After weeks of Lip blue-balling you, the sensation of being filled by him was pure bliss. He was going at a painfully slow rate, pulling himself fully in and out of you after every thrust. As pleasurable as it was, you’d do anything to get him to speed up. Unable to rock your own hips, you kick your feet a little in protest. This made him laugh and slow down even further. He grabbed your wrists and pressed them against your lower back, taking full control of your body. You were dripping down both thighs and tears pooled in your eyes. You were at your limit with his teasing, tightly clenching around him. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back, feeling too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Tears had stained your cheeks and your hair was in complete disarray from being yanked and pulled. He crawled on top of you and started pushing his tip in and out. You were bucking your hips up, tears coming back as he teased relentlessly. 
“You’re sensitive here? Perfect spot to abuse huh?” he asked sarcastically, using one hand to smack his cock against your pussy.
In your own little world, trying to cum with what little friction he was giving you. He finally stops and instead wraps his hands around your neck. Then starts pounding into you, slowly tightening his grip over time. You were feeling dizzy and foggy, letting out a moan every time his length fully pressed into you. He was grunting and groaning, a couple beads of sweat dropping onto the bed from how much he was exerting himself. The closer you got to your orgasm the tighter his grip on your throat became. Your face was bright red and a wheezing sound came out of your mouth with every inhale. He seemed to be hummored by this and started to mock you. 
“Can’t breathe? Good,” he chuckled. 
The mixture of degradation and the fast paced abuse on your cunt was enough to send you over the edge. Shockwaves of pure pleasure began to ripple throughout your body. Legs trembling and eyes rolling back. He was chasing his own climax, seeing and feeling you cum around his cock was enough for him. Rutting into you with no regard for you, as if you were nothing but a toy for him. Seeing how he turned you into such a slutty mess made him feel feral. It wasn’t until he was fully finished that he removed his hands from your neck. After a small coughing fit, you began to come too. Lip was already up, using his shirt to clean you up. Pulling your hair out of your face and into a messy bun. You were half dead, completely exhausted and worn down. He laid down next to you, rubbing your back and whispering affirmations into your ear. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to be as close to him as you could. 
“I’m glad I could fuck the attitude out of you,” he said, as you fell asleep.
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Weak
Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries so hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.
Five Hargreeves x Reader Smut
This one shot is an accompaniment to my other work "Addicted". This can be read on its own, but is a different side of the story, as told from Five's point of view.
As always, I am open to requests. Thank you!
My Master List Of Number Five Fanfiction
Weak:
I never meant to take it this far. I never meant to be cruel. That’s not who I am, or at least I didn’t think I was. I also thought I was strong and had will power. But I guess I was wrong about that, too. Because as much as I try to stay away, I don’t.
I know who I am and what I’m made of. The terrible things I’ve done. That’s not a secret and I’ve never lied to myself about that. My morals can’t even be called a gray area anymore; they’re more like an indistinct blur. But in this one tiny part of my soul, I was trying to be better. For her, at least.
I have failed miserably.
She knows what I am. When things got too comfortable and too familiar, I told her as a way to push her away and to scare her. It didn’t work, though. In fact, it had the opposite effect. She fucking loved it…and I didn’t know how to say no to that.
How could I say no when she was tearing at my clothes, practically panting with desire, and shoving her hand down my pants? All over a bloody stain on a shirt collar and the feel of my Glock against her skin. I’m sure there’s a way to resist that, but fuck if I know what it is. I’m not smart enough or strong enough to figure that one out.
I don’t particularly like all of the killing. But I’m pretty fucking good at it and someone has to do it, I suppose. I certainly never considered it sexy in any way. Then, after that first time, when she begged me to tell her all of the gruesome details, and I watched her skin start to flush and her pupils dilate…well, fuck, that put a new spin on everything.
I still don’t like it, that part hasn’t changed. I get no pleasure from pulling that trigger and watching their skull break open like a fucking pinata, spraying the contents of their brains all over the floor like the world’s worst party game. Now, however, there is a sick little spark that will ignite in me after it’s done. Because I know how it will turn her on.
And, fuck, I am weak.
That’s what this all boils down to. Weakness. For most people that meet me or know me in any way, weak is probably the last word they would use to describe me. Cold; bitter; sarcastic; asshole. Those adjectives are much more likely to be used. But weak? Doubtful.
I know the truth, though. Deep down, that is what I am. Because when you continue to break someone’s heart time and time again, just because you can’t control your own basic urges…that’s weakness. Pure and simple.
She has told me how much I’ve hurt her, and how much I am ruining her life. She has screamed and cried and told me all of the things I know I deserve to hear. She has called me an asshole more times than I can remember, and I have never disputed it. So, I stay away, like I know I should. Until she inevitably calls again. And I slip right back into it without another thought. Like the absolute fucking bastard that I am.
Weak.
Because even though I know it’s wrong and I’m slowly poisoning her with my selfishness, each time I think maybe it will be different. Maybe this time will be the time when I stay. When I will finally be the person I should be and really want to be.
All the way up until the early morning, I will convince myself that this is it. I’ve finally seen the light and I can be the man she deserves; it will be so easy. Because when it’s just the two of us, in our own little cocoon, hidden away from the outside world, the idea is magical. I would give anything to stay there, tucked away, fucking like animals until we’re both too exhausted to talk anymore. I want to stay there and listen to her voice, and her laugh, and feel her hands on my touch-starved body. And I think, yes, this is it. This is what I want.
Then morning comes and the spell is broken.
Once that first peek of dawn starts to light up the sky, all of my anxieties come rushing back, and I remember why I can’t stay. Morning brings back the real world, and with it all of its problems.
I will freeze up, practically paralyzed with fear, as she sleeps next to me, an arm draped over my chest. I will remember what kind of person I really am, and how that just doesn’t translate to boyfriend material. And it’s not just the little fact that I am a hired assassin, although that does put a slight snag in any future meetings with parents and the like.
It’s the mixing bowl of fucked up thoughts and feelings and history that lives inside my brain. Guilt. Regret. Sadness. Rage. Take your pick, none of them are great. And I can mask them for a night or two, while I’m pretending to be someone I’m not. But they will come back again, and that’s just not something anyone needs. Especially someone you care about.
So, I do the worst, shittiest thing in the world, and leave while she’s asleep. No kiss goodbye. No note. Not even a quick morning fuck. I grab my shit and leave in a flash of blue light, like the weak coward I am. Can’t even bother to use the god damn door.
I will stay away after that. At least for a while. I will ignore the incoming texts and voice mails that sometimes will follow, and sometimes don’t. I’ll pretend I don’t care about the lectures and pleas and rightly-deserved insults. But I do care. And that’s why I won’t answer.
A month might go past, maybe more. Just enough time for me to start thinking she really is done with me. Then the call will come through, late at night, and I won’t ignore it. Because, as we’ve determined…I am weak.
She is the only one, although I’ve never told her that and I bet she thinks she’s not. I’m not interested in anyone else. I don’t need anyone else. And when she stops calling for good, which one day I know will happen, that will be it. It’s either her or nobody. And it’s barely even her.
Our paths almost never cross outside of our little midnight meetings. After that first night when all of this started, I’ve never seen her anywhere else besides her apartment. I assume it’s because the types of bars and clubs I frequent are not anywhere a normal, sane person would want to spend their free evenings. But tonight, as fate would have it, I do see her. After I grab my drink off the cracked and peeling bar top and turn to look at the room behind me, I see her. And she’s not alone.
With my glass half way to my mouth, our eyes meet, and for a second neither of us move. It’s not a big place, so we aren’t that far away from one another. But it’s loud and crowded, and the guy is leaning in close to her ear, talking loudly to be heard over the constant bass thumping through the shitty speakers on the walls. Who the fuck is this guy?
It’s not fair, I know that. Believe me, I know that. And I try to give myself a stern talking-to inside my head. She is not yours. Not even remotely. You are an asshole and she deserves better. Leave her the fuck alone.
I take a drink. And then I see his hand disappear under the table, and I can see everything from where I’m standing. He’s squeezing her thigh, leaving his hand there to rest on her leg, rubbing his thumb across the bare skin that isn’t covered by her short skirt. A skirt I know I’ve had my face under before.
Fuck. I hate this guy.
In the thirty seconds that it takes for all of this to happen, she is watching me. Reading me. A faint smile plays on her lips and I know I’m caught. My thoughts must be written all over my face like a fucking billboard, and it’s too late to pretend I haven’t seen or that I don’t care. She’s got me.
If I were stronger, or a better person, I would leave. Pay my tab, collect my coat, and get the fuck out of there without another glance in her direction. Leave her be. Let her live her fucking life. But I am not. And I’m pissed.
My first instinct is to reach behind me, grab the Glock that’s hidden in the waistband of my pants and covered up by my suit jacket, and take care of this asshole right then and there. That would probably be the nicer thing to do, honestly. Then she’d finally see what a fucking psycho I am and that would end things once and for all. But I’m also not that stupid. Or that nice.
Instead, I stay and watch. I let her see me watching, too. I lean with my back against the bar, casually sipping my drink, and my eyes never leave her. I want her to know, even if it makes me more of a giant dick than I already am. I want her to know I am not pleased.
I have no idea who this guy is, and I don’t care. Maybe it’s their first date; maybe it’s their tenth. It doesn’t matter, I want him dead. And now that she knows that, because it’s pretty fucking obvious by the way I’m coiled like a cobra ready to strike right now, it’s quickly become a game. If she had feelings for him before, that seems to have been forgotten now. Because everything she is doing is for me.
Her eyes leave mine and she returns to what I can only imagine is a very dull conversation with the Neanderthal sitting next to her. She smiles and laughs, and moves her leg closer to his so that they are touching. She reaches up and fixes his hair, tucking a stray piece of it over his ear. She rests her chin on her hand and stares at him like he’s the most interesting person she’s ever encountered. And he’s eating this shit up; kicking his game up a notch with even more inane talk and rubbing her thigh up and down with his whole hand. He thinks she’s into him. Fucking dumbass.
That’s the only thing keeping me slightly calm at the moment. Knowing it’s all a play. She is a really good actress, I’ll give her that, but I’ve paid more attention to her than she realizes. I know her tells. I know the difference between her fake laugh and her real one. I can tell when she’s actively engaged in the conversation or she is just waiting for you to shut up. I know how she touches her face when she’s nervous and I know what she looks like when she wants to fuck you.
And, buddy…I got bad news for you.
The corner of my mouth lifts in an arrogant smirk as I take another drink. I shouldn’t be proud of this; I should be appalled. How dare I think I have any right to any of her little traits and quirks? I haven’t earned that. That kind of thing is reserved for boyfriends and husbands and people that can stand to stick around for more than a few hours.
When she runs her tongue over her lips in an obvious gesture meant only for me, I actually laugh out loud. Fuck, she knows what she’s doing. And it’s one hundred percent working.
As I order my second drink, feeling the calming buzz of the booze fill my brain, I start to care less and less. I don’t care if this is not fair. I don’t care that I’m being a complete and utter shit head. I don’t care if I’m weak. I’ll deal with all of that later.
I take out my phone and type out a quick text.
Enjoying yourself?
I watch as she glances to her phone on the table as it lights up. She picks it up, angling it away from Caveman Cliff, and reads it. It’s subtle, but I saw it. A brief twitch of her mouth and a quick flit of her eyes in my direction. I see her type out a quick reply and then she is back to him, completely enrapt in his droning.
Immensely, thank you
Not able to resist, I counter with:
Even I can tell from way over here that your panties are as dry as the desert
She holds in a smile as she responds back.
Too bad you’re not going to find out
Honey, if that pussy of yours is even slightly wet, it’s only because you’re thinking of me bending you over that table you’re sitting at right now
I see her legs shift and she crosses one over the other, squeezing them together as a faint blush covers her cheeks.
And why would I be thinking that?
Because that dipshit you’re with isn’t going to give you what I know you want
I watch as she swallows and then glances at the idiot to her left that is oblivious to all of this, the poor bastard. Her response is short.
Fuck you
She puts her phone away to end this exchange, but I see the small smile she is trying to hide and the way she touches her hand to her face. I can see her chest expand as she sucks in a deep breath, biting at the inside of her cheek.
I give a short snort of satisfaction and put my phone back in my inside jacket pocket. I got what I wanted. I throw back the rest of my drink, leave a few dollars for a tip, and head for the door without another look in her direction. But I know she saw me leave.
As I wait there in the dark, I think about how awful I’m being; what a shit bag move this is. I’m using her, that’s what it boils down to. Using her for her warmth and her openness, and to temporarily calm my mind. Also, for her body and her touch. She sees something in me that isn’t there; or at least something I can’t see. But I can’t or won’t give her what she needs, and I’m also not letting her move on.
Fuck, I’m an asshole.
I hear their voices coming down the hall, the rattle of keys in her hand. As they near the door, I can hear her made up excuses. She’s tired; she had too much to drink; she has a headache. Maybe next time. She’ll call him tomorrow. Then she slips inside her darkened apartment and the door closes behind her.
I’m on her before she has a chance to turn the light on, pressing her against the door as she drops her keys on the floor. Since I’ve been waiting, the anticipation has already made me fully hard and I push my groin into her while I circle my hand lightly around her neck.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart? No love connection tonight?” I growl next to her ear.
She never even screams or fights back. She knew I would be there. But her hands grab my forearm and I hear her suck in a loud breath.
“I never knew you were the jealous type,” she smarts back.
 “Only when I see someone try to take what’s mine,” I hiss hotly against her neck, drawing my lips and then my tongue across her skin.
“I’m not your fucking property,” she snarls, but I can hear the break in her voice and she swallows hard against my hand.
I laugh cynically. “Well, then I can go and you can let him fuck you instead. Is that what you want?”
There’s a long pause and it’s just our loud breathing in the dark of the room. Then I feel her head move slowly from side to side.
“No,” she whispers.
As I crash my mouth onto hers, my hands in her hair and on her face, and down to her tits, she is reaching for the front of my pants. I had already removed my jacket and belt when I got there, as well as the pistol that I always carry with me. Our little act back at the bar was already enough foreplay and our bodies are screaming for each other.
Our hands can’t work fast enough as she is shoving my pants down my legs and tearing my shirt open while I rip her top off and yank her skirt up. My fingers are already pushing her panties to the side and entering her, sliding right in with no resistance.
I smile proudly against her neck. “I knew you were wet for me.”
As she moans and throws her head back, she is reaching down to stroke my cock, her warm hand tight and firm as she drags it slowly over my shaft.
My hips are already jerking into her and I want to be inside of her so badly I can’t think straight.
“Get these panties off so I can fuck you,” I snarl.
I pull my fingers out, pushing her underwear down roughly and she quickly steps out of them. With one pull of her hips into me, her arms clutching tightly to my shoulders, I lift her up and start fucking her against the door.
I tip my head back and groan loudly as she whines and pulls her legs tighter around my waist.
“Can he make you feel this good?” I ask between clenched teeth as I ram into her harder and the door rattles in its frame.
“No!” she cries out.
“Do you think about him when you’re alone and fingering yourself?”
Her moans are punctuated by the slamming of my body against hers and her fingers press deeper into my skin.
“No,” she breathes out. “No.”
“You think about me, don’t you?” I say with a sneer. When she doesn’t answer fast enough, I ask again, louder. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers pitifully, her nails digging sharply into my shoulder blades.
I can’t believe what I’m saying and what I’m doing. But she’s loving it and so I continue.
“I’m going to fuck you until you forget all about him, and then I’m going to fuck you some more. And if I ever see you with him again, I will kill him.”
“You wanted to kill him, didn’t you?” she asks, and that knowing smile starts to form as she closes her eyes and bites her lip. “When you saw him with me?”
“Fuck yes I did,” I groan loudly into her neck.
She’s almost there, I can tell. So am I, but I’m going to make her finish first. I pick up the pace, thrusting into her as hard as I can, her back and head slamming against the door, my fingers digging deeper into the flesh of her thighs and ass. I’m practically ripping into the side of her neck, latching on with my mouth and teeth, desperate to mark her as my own.
I listen as she repeats my name over and over in gasps and moans and I can’t hold back anymore.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You are all mine.”
She is falling apart in my arms, violently shaking against me as I penetrate her one last time, letting out a loud, guttural moan. I’m as deep inside of her as I can be, and I fill her up with so much cum, I know it will start sliding out; dripping down her legs and onto the floor. Somewhere deep inside, in the primordial part of my brain, I take satisfaction in knowing that it’s my seed, and only mine, that is coating her insides.
Once the last spasm has left my body, I let her down and she falls back against the door, breathing hard. Her bra is still on, but the straps have fallen down, and her skirt is bunched up around her waist. I look at the painful looking purple bruise I left on her neck, which is large enough and obvious enough that she won’t be able to cover it. Her eye makeup is smeared and her lips are swollen and red. She looks completely ravished. And then she starts to cry.
It’s because of me, I know it is. Because of the things I said and the things I did, and the way I needed her so desperately. She had been trying to break away from me and I reeled her back in. And I did it knowingly and deliberately, just to feed my ego and maybe not feel so alone. I could have found anyone for that. But, like the prick I am, I only wanted her.
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, my lungs still working hard to get air in and out.
She just nods silently, wiping her face with her hand, and pulls down her skirt. She picks her shirt and underwear off the floor and heads to the bathroom without a word. I’m left standing there with a softening dick and my pants around my ankles.
Fuck.
I could leave now, while she’s in there, and maybe I should. That feels wrong, though. But then again, so does staying. I feel like shit and I’m so full of shame that I want to punch my fist through the wall. Instead, I zip my pants back up and walk over to her couch to wait. I turn on the table lamp and even though it’s dim, it feels blaringly bright and I have to squint my eyes.
When she comes out, she has changed into some soft shorts and a t-shirt. Her face is cleaned up and I assume her thighs and the area between them are too. She is no longer crying, but I can still see the tell-tale signs of red-rimmed eyes and flushed cheeks. I’m surprised when she comes and sits down next to me, laying her head on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” I say again, because I can’t think of anything better to say.
“I know. Me too,” she says and she leans her body against mine.
She has nothing to be sorry for and I’m not sure what to do, so I put my arm around her and hug her to me. I kiss her forehead and she closes her eyes. I don’t know why she’s letting me do this, but it feels good and I like it. Just like every other time, I tell myself that maybe this time will be different. I can do this; I can be that person. I don’t want to be that other jealous, callous, hurtful person. I don’t want to be the asshole.
“Just don’t go yet, ok?” she says quietly with her cheek resting against my chest.
I smooth her hair and run my hand down her back. I don’t want to go. She feels good and warm and soft against my tension-filled body. She feels right. I want to tell her all of that, too. I want to say I’m sorry a million times over and beg for her forgiveness. I want to wake up with her next to me every day.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” I murmur into her hair as I brush my chin across the top of her head.
“Don’t do that,” she pleads, her voice soft. “Please.”
I decide I’m going to tell her how I really feel. Before the night is over, I’ll come clean. And then I’ll stay. If she’ll still have me.
“You are, though. I mean it.”
She doesn’t respond, but sighs and nestles in, holding me around my waist. Fuck, I have craved this. More than the dirty talk and the biting and the ferocious fucking. I want this. I want her. And I’m going to tell her.
The rest of the night goes by in a blur. It’s there, on the tip of my tongue the whole time. All I have to do is say it. But I don’t.
We fuck again, rough and hard, on the couch and on the floor. I leave more marks on her chest, branding her as my own. I tell her she’s mine, and I make her scream my name again, but I don’t say what I really mean.
We fuck in her bed, while we’re both tired and slightly drunk. I pump lazily into her while she lies underneath me and moans softly. I kiss her lips and tell her how gorgeous she is, and it’s not a lie because she is. I worship her body, running my tongue over every part of it, tasting her skin and her delicious arousal. I can taste my own cum as I lick into her soft folds and inside her pussy that’s been stretched and abused by my cock several times over.
There are so many opportunities and I don’t take any of them. I let her fold her body into mine as I hold her in the dark and I can say it right now. It would be easy and it would be the truth.
I want to be with you.
I want to be yours.
I want you to be mine and mine alone.
I want to stay.
But I am weak, and so I don’t.
She sleeps against me and I listen to her rhythmic breathing while I lie there wide awake. I think about all of the things I should have said. Everything I should have done and should not have done. I hate myself for all of it.
When the sun creeps in, and the faintest light is leaking through the curtains and cutting through the safety of the darkness, it all comes crashing back. I remember why I can’t stay and why those words just wouldn’t come out. The reality of the real world is glaringly obvious in the light of day and I remember all of it.
The real world is filled with everyday things like jobs and homes and bills to pay. Coworkers and families that want to meet you. Graduation and birthday parties. Movie and dinner dates, holidays and vacations. Marriage. Children. Normalcy.
There’s just no way any of that would work. I can’t fit into that life, even though I want to. I think of all of the things holding me back and they keep piling up until they are crushing me and I feel like I can’t breathe.
I am an assassin. A killer. A murderer. I have seen the end of the world and survived the most horrific things. I have PTSD and crippling anxiety. There are nightmares and paranoia and episodes of manic rage. I am old and I am tired. There is nothing left of me and nothing left to give. I am not meant for normalcy.
As I slowly remove her arm from across my chest, she stirs but she doesn’t wake. I take a moment to look at her. Her mind isn’t betraying her with vivid dreams of the world collapsing around her in a fiery blaze or sprays of bullets piercing her body. She is at peace and I am envious of that.
I am not good for her, I know that. I need to go and stay gone. She deserves stability and happiness and a million other things I cannot give her. So, I will be the asshole that leaves in the morning before she wakes, just like I always do. She will hate me and curse me and cry for me. And I will stay away this time. I have to.
I chance it by leaning in and brushing my lips across her forehead. Her face wrinkles up and then relaxes again, but she doesn’t wake. I slip out of the bed and out of the room, following the trail of discarded clothes and put them back on one by one. Then I am gone in the same flash of light that allowed me to enter there in the first place. A convenient exit that I have misused way too many times.
Outside, the sun is bright and the world is waking up. I can feel my resolve growing stronger as the new day builds. That was it, I am done. It was awful and I shouldn’t have done it, but it’s over now and I will not be repeating it. I am a pillar of inner strength. That was the last time and she is finally free of me. I am doing the right thing.
My strength is impressive, both inside and out. But it is not impenetrable, especially when darkness falls and the world around me grows quiet. When I am alone with nothing but my thoughts, and I just need to feel something good again.
Everyone has a weakness.   
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heyitsme1040 · 3 months
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Hiii! I just saw your repost, where you said you're going through writers block, and I want to request an mcu headcanons about
Tony Stark / Bucky Barnes / and Loki Laufeyson (all seperate) X a gn reader who gets extra clingy when they're sleepy/tired!
Have a good night!
This is so cute! Thank you for the request, it was super fun to write.
How Marvel Men Would React to: You Being Clingy When Tired
feat. Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, and Loki Laufeyson
AO3 (x)
Tony Stark
He hates how little sleep you get, but he also loves how accepting of his affection you are. Tony hates when you don't get enough sleep. He's no example of a healthy sleep schedule, but you're just barely doing better than he is. It's obvious when it happens. You rub your eyes harshly throughout the day, words seem to escape your thoughts when explaining your latest idea, and you become clumsy.  When well rested you enjoy Tony's company. Always greeting each other with kisses, spending most of the day together, but still managing to do your own things. But when you're tired, you crave his presence. You'll slip in front of him when he tinkers and wrap your arms around him. You'll settle into his space and he'll continue working. It isn't an uncommon sight for you to be straddling his lap, face against his shoulder, while he sits in an office chair. Right now Tony wants nothing more than to scoop you up and carry you to bed, except he's in important meetings that have already been rescheduled four times. He kisses you before going into his office to be ready for the video conferences. You pout as he crosses the hall.  Not wanting to go far away, you work on the project you've been thinking over. It's as you're writing down the last portion of your formula that your focus is gone. Frustration builds as you cross out more and more of what you'd just written. Slowly, the lack of sleep catches up to you. You were crashing, and any more coffee was a bad idea. Finally giving in you drop the pen. You unlocked your phone, squinting at the harsh brightness of the screen, and sent Tony a text. You didn't want to interrupt his meetings, but you also knew trying to fall asleep without him would be difficult. Tony is relieved when the meetings go by faster than he was expecting them to. Once he disconnects from the last video conference, he goes across the hall to the workshop. Surprised by its emptiness, he grabs his phone to call you only to see your text. He smiles, rushing upstairs to the bedroom. You're curled up in one of his sweatshirts while laying on his side of the bed, face squished against his pillow. He steps out of his shoes while crossing the room. You lift your head as soon as his steps ring through the room. The moment he sits on the bed to lay down, you move to wrap your arms around his waist with a huff. Tony can't help the fond chuckle that escapes him. He'll pull your hands away for a moment, a quiet whine escaping you, before scooping you into his lap. He'll lay down, shifting you so that his chin is just above your head. His breaths cause you to be gently rocked. Your legs tangle together, and he makes a dramatic gasp when your cold toes press against his ankles.  "Not close enough,” you mumble against the column of his throat. His responding hum vibrates against your lips. You bury your head further into his neck. Tony's arms slip beneath his hoodie you're wearing and rub your back while holding you tighter to him. The content sigh you release makes him feel more accomplished than any of those meetings did. He presses his lips against your hair. He doesn't pull away, just enjoying having his lips against you while feeling the warmth of your skin. "You should sleep,” he mumbles against you. You fight off a yawn before replying, "You should, too.” "Deal. JARVIS, enter black out mode.” "Certainly sir,” the robotic voice acknowledges. "Black out mode engaged.” The lights turn off and the shutters close, plunging the room into darkness. A projection of the stars dimly covers the ceiling. Tony pulls a cover over the both of you. 
Bucky Barnes
You sat in the living room, nursing a cup of coffee, and watching the sun rise higher by the hour. Your nightmares were getting worse. You were glad Bucky was on a mission until this afternoon, not wanting to disturb the little sleep he could get. It was a long week, but you could manage. You couldn't help the nightmares that plagued your sleeping mind. They left their mark against you, the dark circles under your eyes anything but subtle. It was a surprise when you heard the lock in the door. Just as you whipped around to look, the door swung open, revealing Bucky. He dropped his bag as you hurried across the room. In your rush, you tripped over the small rug in your hallway. Bucky's arms were quick to be around you. He picked you up, your legs going around his waist. "Hi,” you breathed out. "I've got you,” Bucky kissed you while kicking the door closed. "What are you doing up?” "Couldn't sleep.” You felt Bucky's shoulders slump as he gently traced the circles under your eyes.  "How many?” You bit your lip, not wanting to worry him. But you also knew he understood. While you debated, Bucky sat on the couch. The sunlight cast golden beams into the room, making you feel safe. "It was just eleven…” you trailed off. Bucky frowned, a small crease appearing between his brows. “Sweetheart, why didn't you let me know you needed me? I would have been here as fast as possible.” You sagged against him, using his large frame as your personal pillow. “Because I didn't want to worry you, and your mission was important…”  “You're important,” he said disapprovingly.  “I know,” you promise. "But your mission was so short.” He gave you an unimpressed look. “I was gone four days.”  You sagged against him further, no longer supporting your weight. Bucky sighed as snores came from you. He hated that you didn't sleep while he was away. Both of you suffered from nightmares. The only solution that kept them away was when the two of you slept beside each other. He knew your nightmares, just as you knew his. He slowly stood up, cradling you against him. Going to the bed, he tucked you in. The small whimper that left you as he moved around the bed made his heart clinch. Even asleep you were reaching out for him. He laid down, pulling your malleable body into his hold. His heart always soared when you were tired, loving how touchy you became. Usually you would wait for him to initiate physical touches, but when you were asleep? All you wanted to do was touch him. The first time he discovered this made his heart melt. Sleeping was when you were most vulnerable, and all you wanted when sleeping was him. The trust you had in him to protect you while slept was the best feeling possible to him.
Loki Laufeyson
Loki's adoration of you grew daily. You were self assured and confident, easily seeming like an immovable force. And you were, but Loki got to see what you were like behind closed doors. Loki witnessed you when the bravado was washed away. Witnessed how dedicated you were to the people in your life. He was lucky enough to be one of those people.  Loki's favorite time was the evening. Getting to relax with you after a long day was perfection to him. Being around you energized him from the tiring tasks of the day. Learning your quirks was an added bonus of spending evenings together.  His favorite was when you were tired. He was used to falling asleep in each other's arms, but what he didn't expect was your nightly request that he speak. Anything from tales of Asgard to having him ramble about seemingly nothing. Each night he looked forward to lulling you to sleep with his stories. He learned, slowly, that his voice was what allowed you to sleep peacefully. Some nights, when your breathing was evened out, he'd stop talking. It was these nights you would hold onto him tighter, angling your body as if you were trying to shield him from something. He would stroke your hair and begin talking again, and you would relax against him. Instead of your hands clinging to his shirt, they would lay flat against his chest.  He loved the way you would ask him to tell you something. Your eyes would flutter shut, but then you were jerking awake again as if you wanted to avoid sleeping for as long as possible. You would finally give in, resting your forehead against his.  “Tell me something,” you'd whisper. “What would you like to hear?” He'd brush your hair away from your eyes. It became a game for him, guessing what your reply would be. If you'd want him to finish a story you fell asleep in the midst of, or to start a new story. Maybe you would want to hear about his thoughts on a book, or request he talk about anything. It didn't matter to him, just as long as you were relaxed. Clinging onto his words more than consciousness was a gift you weren't even aware you were giving him. He relished these moments, committing them to his memory.
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l8rs-gat0rs · 1 year
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Hi, I have an Eva request!
So she was giving reader her first "therapy" session and when asking what her biggest secret she's hiding is, reader is like "the fact i really wish you'd go down on me" 😫🙌🏽
Secret Thoughts
Pairing: Eva x bisexual!reader
ANOOOOOON. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST. I literally can't thank you enough holy shit. I hope you enjoy this :) also shout out to my fellow bisexuals (as well as all the other gays who happen to be attracted to women😌)
Warning(s): smut ofc, this is basically straight porn. y/n use.
Summary: During one of your sessions with Eva, you can't help but spill a secret you didn't think you would. Eva is thrilled to hear it and decides to fulfill your request.
Word count: 1.9k
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~~~~~~18+ MINORS DNI~~~~~~
"Ah you came! Come sit down" Eva hugged you before moving to close the doors behind you.
You sat down on the chair that was facing Eva’s and you looked at her, nervous as she sat down.
She wasn't very far away if you were being honest, your leg bounced rapidly as you suppressed the thoughts coming through your head.
She watched you with her piercing blue eyes and a small smirk played at her lips, making you want to shrink into your chair but instead you glanced away, unable to keep eye contact.
"So" you cleared your throat.
"Is this like...therapy?" You asked, glancing back at her.
She let out a small chuckle before answering,
"No, think of this as a bonding experience for the two of us, which should be easy, considering how drawn I feel to you" her slightly hooded eyes seemed to drop down to your lips and you suddenly felt butterflies erupt in your stomach
"Alright, so here's how this is gonna work," Eva started as her eyes shot back up to yours, startling you.
"I'm going to snap, and every time I snap, you're going to say your name. Think of it as a grounding point. And we're going to keep building on that grounding point, so it can be strong. Like you." her eyes dropped to your hands and she brushed her fingertips along them.
you nodded doltishly and she pulled her hand, along with her body, away from yours.
You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss the contact already.
Eva leaned back in her chair and snapped her fingers.
"What's your name?"
"y/n"
"So y/n, let's start with something simple, why are you here with us?" Eva asked with a low voice.
"As embarrassing as it is, you found me crying on the sidewalk after my boyfriend broke up with me and kicked me out," you said sheepishly.
Her smile slightly faded at the mention of your ex-boyfriend.
"Yeah, I remember."
"Why did he break up with you?"
"Well, he said there was 'someone else'." You did air quotes.
Eva's frown deepened before she went back to a neutral expression and snapped her fingers.
"Name"
"Y/n"
"Have you ever been with anyone other than your ex?"
Curiosity glistened in Eva's eyes as she waited for you to respond.
"Mmm, yeah, there was a girl," you started, watching Eva's face for any reactions.
A smile pulled at her lips and you felt your insides melt.
"We dated for a while but it didn't end up working out, even so, our relationship was better than Derrick and me. I'm thinking of going full lesbian after him." You stated truthfully.
Her eyebrows raised at your confession and she unfolded her hands, bringing her chair a bit forward and closer to you so your knees were almost touching.
You suddenly felt very aware, and you sat up as she settled in her chair, watching-
-No,
Analyzing- you.
You felt your breath Hitch as her eyes slowly seemed to be undressing you.
When her eyes met yours once again, you clenched your jaw, trying to keep your mouth from saying anything crazy, but the weird thing was, you felt like telling Eva everything for some reason.
You were jerked from your thoughts when you heard a snap.
"Name."
Eva's voice was now seemingly lower and a bit husky.
Fire burned through your veins as you opened your mouth to answer her prompt.
"Y/n"
Eva leaned in towards you, you felt yourself slightly go forward as well.
"What's your biggest secret?" She looked at you through hooded eyes, darting between both of yours before they settled on your lips.
She licked her own lips before letting her teeth drag against her lower lip.
It felt like she was torturing you.
The smell of her perfume seemed to surround you and occlude all of your senses, causing your thoughts to be surrounded by haze.
You felt hypnotized by her.
"My biggest secret is I want you to go down on me so bad right now" you breathed out.
Your eyes widened at your own words as soon as they left your mouth. Eva smirked.
"Yeah?" She simply asked.
You felt a jolt in your stomach, you couldn't even explain the hold this woman had over you if you tried.
"Yeah" you simply stated.
"Well, why didn't you tell me baby?" She said, chuckling lowly, her eyes dropped down to her hand as she ran it up your thigh slowly.
You stared at her with your mouth hanging open and her eyes met yours once again.
"Answer me."
"I-I don't know" you said, your chest starting to rise and fall quicker as she used her other hand to slip up your shirt.
"Well I'm glad it's not a secret anymore" she leaned in closer and ghosted her lips over yours
"Eva" you whined.
"Can I tell you a secret?" She asked.
"Yes"
"I've been wanting to hear my name come from your pretty little lips like that since the day I first saw you" she said huskily.
You moaned before smashing your lips into hers.
You felt her hand slip under your bra as she ran her thumb over your hardened nipple.
You moaned into her mouth causing her to chuckle darkly.
"God you're so sexy" you groaned "I want you so bad" and she captured your lips in another heated kiss.
She pulled away from the kiss, taking her hand out from under your shirt before resting her forehead against yours as the two of you panted heavily.
You were surprised as she got up and pushed her chair back. She sat down on her knees, looking up at you.
You could cum at the sight alone.
She spread your legs open and slotted herself in between them, you felt your heart speed up.
She bit her lip and hooked her finger in the waistband of your loose sweatpants.
You lifted your hips up to let her remove them, almost moaning at the sight of how hungry she looked staring at your soaked lace underwear.
"God look at you, so wet for me already that you've ruined your panties" she moaned, licking her lips.
You spread your legs wider, your back slightly arched in the chair as you moaned for her desperately.
"Eva please, I need you" you gasped.
"You're so good for me, keep moaning my name like that" Eva groaned, bending down between your legs.
She pressed her tongue against your clothed center causing pleasure to explode low in your stomach.
Your hand shot into her hair and you grabbed it, pushing her tongue harder against you.
You felt her laugh, which vibrated through your body, causing you to shiver.
She wrapped her mouth around your clit through the thin lace and you moaned loudly as she sucked on it.
"Eva, please holy shit, take them off" you moaned feverishly.
"So impatient angel" she chuckled as she hooked her delicate fingers in the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down when you lifted your hips.
Eva reveled in the sight before her, licking her lips and groaning.
She pulled your hips forward and then held your thighs open as she went back in between your legs to taste you fully this time.
Your jaw dropped open as soon as her tongue made contact and you felt her moan vibrate through your whole body.
She licked your slit up to your clit before pulling back.
You felt your stomach burn with fire as you watched her sit back onto her knees, her hands still on your thighs.
Eva's eyes were closed as she took in the taste of you.
When she opened them her dark blue eyes looked up at you causing you to let out a whine.
"God, you taste so good baby" Eva groaned, licking her lips.
You moaned loudly, bucking your hips towards her.
"Don't worry angel, I haven't had of you enough yet" she smirked before moving in between my thighs again.
You let out a languid moan feeling your walls clench, pumping out more wetness that Eva happily lapped up with a flat tongue against your core.
Your hand made its way into her hair once again as she stuck her tongue inside you.
"Holy fucking shit" you moaned out, chest heaving as Eva ate you out like she was starving.
She moaned into your core as she felt your walls clench.
The room was filled with obscene wet noises harmonizing with both of your moans.
You bucked your hips into her face when her nose brushed against your clit.
As you peeled your eyes away from Eva in between your legs you noticed her hand moving slightly.
"Oh- my God, Eva are you touching yourself?" Her eyes opened as she looked up at you, but didn't stop the rapid movements of her tongue against you.
You saw her hand speed up as her eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh, you're fingering yourself" you gasped out.
Her eyes closed again as she let out a moan against you causing your stomach to tighten as you shuddered.
"Fuck you're so hot" you panted rapidly "I think I'm gonna cum."
She took her mouth away from your soaked center and looked up at you, her lips and nose glistening with your wetness. It was a filthy sight.
"I'm gonna cum too" she moved her hand inside her pants at a now, medium pace.
Before you could say anything, she took her hand out of her pants, her wetness still coating her fingers, she pushed them inside you and separated them, causing you to feel a wonderful stretch.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck" you groaned as Eva watched your core, your walls squeezing her fingers.
She snaked her other hand into her pants once again.
Her eyes met yours and she started pushing her fingers inside you at the same pace as hers.
"Don't cum until I say so" she moaned breathily.
"Yes" you choked out.
She added a third finger inside of you and your chest tightened once again, waves of pleasure taking over your body.
"Eva" you moaned out her name, signaling your release was close.
"Come on baby, hold it in, I'm almost there" she husked out.
Your chest rose and fell rapidly and you gripped onto the back of the chair, throwing your head back as you moaned loudly.
She was knuckles deep in you, thrusting her fingers faster, and the feeling was sending you to heaven.
"Alright, you can cum for me angel" Eva groaned.
You arched off the seat and your eyes rolled back as your legs shook with the power of your orgasm.
Eva let out a languid moan, reaching her climax at the same time.
She took her fingers out of both of you before watching your cum spill out causing her to let out an almost pornographic moan.
She sat back on her legs as she huffed, catching her breath and waiting for you to come down as well.
"So, how do you feel?" She breathed out as you looked back down at her.
"What do you mean? I feel so good, that was amazing" your eyes widened.
She giggled a little before elaborating.
"No silly, I mean do you feel connected to me now that we've cum together?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Ohhhh!" You nodded,
"Yeah I guess I do"  almost losing your train of thought as you watched her stick the fingers that were just inside you, into her mouth.
She removed them with an audible pop.
"How about we revisit this thought next session?" She smirked up at you.
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phasecornnuts · 23 days
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HII OMG,, Thinking about Vox/reader with postcoital dysphoria??? If ur comfortable with that ofc ofc!! Take ur time and ty!
Ok y’all I actually kind of cooked with this 😼😼
Also since you said postcoital I assumed you wanted it after sexy time so here you go <33
CW: General angst
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When he was done Vox rolled over onto his back, leaving you in a sticky puddle of your own release. Your breath felt heavy and body sore, a pulsing pain between your legs from where he had you. Strange thoughts filled your head, shameful, invading, ones. Being with him had felt good in the moment – so fucking good – but now you felt…wrong.
You sat up, wrapping the thin cotton sheet around you, thoughts were growing dark and murky as swamp water. You felt dirty and used and spoiled and….wrong. Vox was still lying on his back, his hands clasped over his chest. His eyes were closed, exhausted after having spent himself inside you.
Slowly you rose, holding your sheet close to you. A shiver took hold of you, coating your body in gooseprickles and making your teeth chatter in an odd tempo. You needed to be away from him, though you didn’t understand why. Nausea and anxiety ran their way through you in cold ripples - leaving you with a sickness akin to not having eaten in days. The air was thick with the scent of sex - a cloying muddy smell strangely primal.
Entering the bathroom from such a place was jarring. You rubbed the sole of your foot on the ugly shag carpeting of Vox’s bedroom, savoring the warmth of it before stepping onto the chill of the tile. Behind you, you locked the door. Back against it, you breathed in, deep and shaky. Inside the bathroom everything seemed to stand still, the nervous anticipation before a tremor. The air was sharp and cold, causing you to cling to your sheet further, though it didn’t help much.
You lied on the ground then, curled with your knees to your chest like a quailing infant. So desperately did you want this feeling to end, but it seemed to feed on that hope. The act you two had done played over and over again in your head, every time making you feel more ashamed. You thought of your face contorting and body bending; The way he huffed and groaned when he was close, like a bear. You squeezed yourself smaller, how could you have done that? You didn’t know which was worse, the fact that he had done all of that to you, to your mouth, your face, your legs, your stomach, or the fact that you had wanted him to before. Out of the corner of your eye you saw yourself in the shiny silver mirror above the sink, a tiny ghost with red glass eyes.
The delicate surface tension in your eyes began to falter. Fat globs of salty tears pleading to be released. You tried to hold them back as well as you could, not allowing yourself the humiliation of it (even if you were the only one that knew.) But it hurt so terribly to keep all of this despair inside, the hinges of your jaw uncomfortably rigid and your throat tighter than any fist you could make. In your head you mocked yourself, trying to see if that could get your mind to stop racing. Crying? You’re crying because you let him put his cock in you? If everyone cried when they got fucked the lust ring would be flooded by now. That only served to make you want to cry more.
In the end, you let yourself cave. Hands shaking you sat yourself up, stroking your cheek. It’s okay sweet girl, calm down, I’ll let you cry. You gave out another heavy breath and looked at the thin fabric in your hand. You bunched the cotton over your mouth and screamed.
You let them out, those raw, throaty wails, like someone getting killed. Keeling over, you pressed your hot forehead to the cool tiles, feeling the way your tears and snot streamed down your face to make a pathetic puddle beneath you. Everything hurt, inside and outside. You were scared and disgusted and tired and guilty. Bile rose in the back of your throat, and quickly you crawled to the toilet, retching a stream of salty hot water. You stared down in the toilet bowl, looking at the froth of stomach acid and saliva marbling together. Weakness and spit. That’s all it was, weakness and spit. A headache was starting to swell inside your skull, extending from your temples to your eyes, aching to burst out.
“What are you doing?!” Nonononono please God, not him you can’t let him see you.
Your body felt light and formless, like you were made of cotton. Turning your head you saw him, briefs hastily put on, his face full of concern and fear. He dashed towards the toilet, kneeling down and pulling you close to his chest, rocking you back and forth. You felt hot and empty and ashamed. You sobbed for a while, shivering and scared. He stroked your hair, brushing flyaway strands behind your ears and wrapped your sheet around you more securely.He looked down at your tear-stained face, face flush and eyes glassy. A string of spit dribbled from the corner of your mouth and he wiped it away with his thumb.
“What happened?” His voice breathless.
“I dunno.” You mumbled, throat sore from your crying.
The two of you sat in silence for a while, him holding your body close while you calmed yourself.
“‘M tired,” You croaked.
He breathed out, looking down at your face again.
“Did I do something?”
“No…”
“Then what happened?” He was confused again.
You shrugged, trying to find words that could define how you felt. “Every time we…you know…” trailing off, afraid saying the act will turn your tongue yellow.
“Have sex?” You flinched at the bluntness and nodded.
“I don’t know, it’s just…” you wrap your arms around his chest, burrowing your face, “Afterwards I feel like I’m a bad person. Like…like I did something wrong.” You felt stupid explaining it like that. In dumb, easy words like a child would.
He held your face in his hands, “Did you not want to? Did…did I make you cry?” You shook your head no.
“I dunno… I just…I just feel that way after we do.”
“Like what?”
You pull away from him and press your back to the cool porcelain of the bathtub, pressing your knees to your chest. “Dirty and gross I guess…” Afraid he would take it the wrong way you look up at him from your eyes. “I mean, I like it when we do it. It feels good…you make me feel good but after I just feel…”
“Bad?” He answers. A simple one syllable word that seems to be both the stupidest and truthful description. You nod.
You both look at each other for a few beats before he helps you up from off the floor, seating you on the toilet. He turns the water for the tub on, so hot it makes his screen fog. Getting the idea, you ease your way in, the scalding bath making your skin itch and tingle.
After around 15 minutes of the tub filling he turns the faucet off with a whulp. You sit in the bath, feeling the heat on your skin and the steam of the water making your face sweat. In your ears you can hear the steady rhythm of your heart, one two one two. You look down at your body, staring at the red parts where Vox had nipped and kissed you.
“I don’t want to make you cry honey,” He says, his voice thick with remorse. You lean over the edge of the bath, holding his wrist before lacing your fingers together.
“You don’t. I promise.”
He kisses your forehead, humming. “We can do this after we…you know.” Vox runs his thumb over your knuckle, “We can talk too, and sleep together. I know I knock out all the time afterwards but you can wake me up and I can hold you if you want.” He offers with an awkward smile.
You give a small grin in agreement, nodding your head. “That sounds nice.”
Vox straightened himself up then, placing a clean towel on the toilet for when you were ready to get out. When you were, wrinkly as a prune, you wrapped it around you snugly. Your body was calm now, tranquil as still water. Feeling the texture of the Terry cloth of the towel you realized it was the first time in you didn’t know how long, that you weren’t still crying after sex. Easily you stood up, ready to face Vox again, happy to know that he was there to care for you.
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HEYYY please can i request tan x reader where tan sees reader angry fior the first time. So reader, tan and lemon are just out and about or smth and reader just sees someone being horrible to someone. Like idk maybe they went shopping and the guy infront is jut being an ass to the cashier or they are at a bar and someone is harassing a bartender (smth like that , just ideas) and reader just loses her shit and lemon is shocked but proud and tan just realises hes in love and its kinda like one of those moments for him like 'oh shit i love her' realisation. hope u can do thiss and hope it makes sense
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pairing: tangerine x reader
cw: alcohol, strong language and violence
word count: 1,486
‘i fell in love today,
there aren’t many words that you can say that
could ever change my mind.
she’s enough for me, she’s in love with me
you’re a doll, you are flawless.’
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You open your car door once the taxi pulls up outside of the bar, you step out the cool air wrapping around your body making you shiver. You walk towards the bar door, show your id and enter. You scan the area for Tangerine and Lemon, you spot them in a booth and approach them.
“Hi!” You sit down beside Tangerine. Lemon on his other side.
“Hi love.” Tangerine replies, passing you a drinks menu. Your attempt to hide the blush of your cheeks by looking intensely at your menu.
You pick your drink, vodka cranberry and Lemon goes to the bar to order. Tangerine asks you about work whilst Lemon gets the drinks, you go off on a slight rant about your boss who very clearly overworked you because no one else was as dedicated as you were to rising up the ranks. You were a starting out art designer and this was your first firm placement. Tangerine just listened, that’s what you liked about him. He never told you to shut up when you rambled on about anything, he listened and responded with exactly what you needed to hear every time.
Lemon returned, gave you your drink and settled back down on his seat.
“So why didn’t either of you let me know you were leaving the city for a week?” You raise an eyebrow whilst eyeing them suspiciously.
“It was last minute work stuff,” shrugged Lemon.
“What did you have to go on a super secret mission to kill the Mafia or something,” you tease.
“Not the Mafia but something like that.” Tangerine says casually. You still couldn’t believe their jobs, you definitely should’ve been scared of them but you’ve know them for a long time, enough time to trust them with your life.
“And we found our Diesel,” Lemon says. You laugh at how proud he looked. “Right under our noses the entire time, playing us like fools.”
“Only time it’s ever been beneficial.” Tangerine mumbles.
“So you admit that it isn’t childish and stupid.” Lemon responses.
“It is childish and stupid. I’m sick of hearing about it,” Tangerine grumbled, finishing his drink.
“Oh come on Tan, it does no harm.” You nudge him. He just rolls his eyes at you, “you’re so grumpy. Lighten up.”
He just shakes his head, but you see him crack a smile. It makes you smile in return, you couldn’t be more of an opposite from Tan, he was a little grumpy and sometimes too serious. And you were the opposite, you were too friendly and extremely spontaneous. You talked he listened, he was neat you were all over the place at times, he was calm and you were lively. But somehow that was literally everything, and Lemon was the glue that held you all together. He was the perfect mix between them both and your metaphorical partner in crime (Tangerines literal one).
However you knew that a few drinks made Tangerine much chirpier and that you used to your advantage. So now you all sit absolutely wasted at the bar, Lemon orders the fourth shot. The three of you finish another shot, then just order a drink. The bar around you was busy and lively, the music was pumping through your veins and you felt electric.
You were mid conversation with the guys when you hear some intense ranting. A man is giving off about the bartender yet no one is listening, which just urges him to continue.
“Oi. Can you hurry the fuck up and take my order,” his voice fumes from behind you.
“I’ll be with you in one minute I’m serving a customer.” The bartender responds.
“I told you to take my fucking order. Are you stupid?”
You turn around in an instant to the source of the demands, you make eye contact with him and he just scoffs at you. “And she told you to wait a minute.”
“Who the fuck was talking to you?”
“Oh get over yourself. Piss off and leave her alone, it’s busy in here just wait.”
The man only ignores you and turns back to the bartender. “I swear to fucking god you’re such a useless bitch. I want a drink, so hurry the fuck up.”
“Please let me sort this couple out first.”
“Fucking ridiculous. You’re ridiculous.”
You stand up and come to face like him, you were livid by the vermin he was speaking. “You’re the ridiculous one here. She told you she’s busy! Just fucking get out you dickhead!” You shouted. He crossed his arms, trying to assert power in the situation.
Tangerine and Lemon both instantly turn around to look at what’s going on, Lemon was extremely taken aback by your confidence but he was impressed. But Tangerine was fascinated, he had never seen you riled up before.
“This has absolutely nothing to do with you, turn the fuck around again no one cares about what you have to say.”
“Im sure they care a lot more than watching a shallow waste of space cry because he’s not the top priority.”
“You fucking bitch.”
“What the fuck did you just call me?! A bitch. You think I’m a bitch? Well I think you’re a greedy spoilt little prick.”
“Oh my god she’s brilliant.” Tangerine says, completely starstruck. Lemon only nods in agreement. They couldn’t believe the fire you had inside of you, it was so intense. The man you were arguing with looked threatened, but he couldn’t accept defeat.
“That’s rich coming from you sitting there with two men, like a fucking whore. Look at you,” he looks you up and down, you suddenly feel extremely self conscious of your outfit, even though it was barely showing cleavage. “You look like a fucking prostitute.”
You don’t even take a moment to think and before you knew it your fist collided with his nose, sending him to the ground. People watched in shock, no one not even you knew what just happened it was all so sudden.
Tangerines mouth falls open, as he watches everything go down. There was something about seeing you like this that made everything click. “Fucking hell I love her.” He says, dead serious yet dazed.
Lemon does a double take and stares at Tangerine. “What?” He looks at you, prouder than ever but knew him and Tan needed to get you out of the bar before the man attacks you.
They both speedily usher you out and the three of you sit curb side outside the bar.
“What the fuck just happened,” Lemon floundered, you shake your head in response. You anger was settling and you were just calming down.
“If I see that bastard I’ll tear his fucking head off,” Tangerine says, you could tell he was mad, rightfully so considering what the man had said to you.
“I’ll vouch to that.” You respond.
Lemon inspected your hand of which you used to punch him. Your knuckles were swollen and inflamed.
“I’ll go get you ice.” Lemon goes off to get ice, leaving you and Tangerine.
You look up at the sky admiring the stars, they were one of your favourite sights and looking at them always grounded you. The alcohol was slowly wearing off, leaving you just over tipsy.
“Sorry for not setting in back there,” Tangerine says, his voice comes out soft. You look at him and shrug.
“It’s no big deal,”
“I would’ve have thought you’d argue with someone in the bar, I was impressed, you were slightly terrifying.”
You softly laugh, Tangerine just smiles. “Well his attitude just pissed me off. But.. I feel terrible for causing a scene. I seemed like a crazy bitch.”
Tangerine turned around so he was basically facing you, “you didn’t cause a scene you done what needed to be done.”
“I guess, but everyone probably thought i was some flawed psycho who’s violent.”
“No. No don’t say that,” Tangerine puts his hand on yours and looks at you; his expression is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. His eyes are soft yet fierce, but they hold so much value to his words. You’ve never seen or heard him be so considerate before. His voice was gentle, not grumpy and his touch was comforting, but you liked this side of him.
“It’s true.”
“Believe me, you’re flawless love. You fought that man to help someone else, that shows how kind you are. Anyone who saw everything go down acknowledges that.” He stroked your hand with his thumb, you smiled at his words, a blush dusting your face.
You rested your head on his shoulder and you knew there was a shift in your dynamic with Tangerine from there onwards. You’d always secretly wanted him but you thought you were too boring and too average for him, but the way he spoke to you and the way he looked at you made you feel like you were on fire.
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fictionalgap · 2 months
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I need to read a masc x soft! masc reader fanfic but I need a soft! dom Hazel, Ellie, Abby... whatever.
Smt like Jade and Kit has (Willow 2022)
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peach-and-bugs · 10 months
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Love your writing so far. Was wondering if you can do adult van with dialogue 13 please.
🧡Give You My Lovin' - Van Palmer x fem!Reader🧡
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Summary: Just a quiet morning with Vanessa Palmer
Warnings: mild angst, mentions of cancer, nudity
Word Count: 1,305
A/N: Hello Lovelies! I decided to speed through my Van requests, as there are only three in total and she's a fun one to write for. Not a lot with this one. It's definitely on the shorter side, so if people really want it id be willing to do a part two, but that would only be per request ;) but nothing else to really say, so as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 🧡
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General Tag List: @summergeezburr
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You woke up with the sun in your eyes and a space beside you, sheets still warm from the now absent body, and the rays of light creeping through fluttering curtains. Van left the windows open again. She was lucky it was summer now. You could hear clanging downstairs along with old music and your partner humming along, singing now and then. You checked the old clock on her bedside which she insisted on you using (god knows why) and read the date it had plastered on it. It was a Saturday, meaning the shop would be relatively empty. A nice, slow day. That’s what you were in the mood for.
Begrudgingly, you get out of bed, feet hitting the cold wood floor below and sending a shiver through you. The summer breeze didn’t help with the goosebumps forming on your skin either. You were reminded that you were still naked from the night before, so you got up and got fresh clothes from your dresser to slip into. A pair of your underwear and one of Van’s old teeshirts that she’d left on the floor once again. You added on a pair of socks and trudged down the stairs, running a hand through your hair to somewhat freshen up as you rub at your eyes. The music has grown louder now and from the staircase, you can see Van humming away as she does last night's dishes. She's clad in a loose tank top and a pair of her old grey sweatpants.
She doesn’t hear you approach despite the creaking of the wooden stairs under you. That or she’s not paying mind to it having grown so used to the sound over the years. You approach her from behind, sleepily snaking your arms around her middle and resting your cheek against her shoulder with closed eyes. You hear her hum with comfort and she turns her head to kiss you. You move accordingly and receive a satisfying kiss on the corner of your mouth, your chin finding a perch on her shoulder. She reached towards the small radio on the windowsill above the sink to turn the music down.
“Well, someone’s still sleepy,” she murmured, a warm laugh bubbling in her voice. You sigh against her neck. You can smell her hair and her shampoo.
“You showered without me,” you comment, putting on a fake frown. Van murmured her apologies, tapping your hand to ask you to loosen up around her. You do and she turns in your arms, her hands finding your hips as you move yours around her neck.
“I can make up for it later,” she promises. You smile and nod without a word before puckering your lips comically while you squeeze your eyes shut tight. It has Van laughing nearly every time, but she can never resist and leans in, kissing you with her familiar sweetness and a warm squeeze to both your sides.
“Did you have breakfast?” Van shook her head.
“Just a bite of those donuts you got the other day,” You hummed, leaning forward and resting your cheek on her chest with closed, still sleepy eyes. She hugged you and you could feel her smile against the top of your head as she takes in a breath and lets go of a long sigh that has your hair fluttering. She rubs your back and you feel her start to sway with you. “Hey, don't fall asleep standing again. I’m not as fit as I used to be,” she whispered against your hairline. A scoff forced its way past your lips.
“Your making cancer jokes now?” your eyes parted open and you began running your fingertips over her collarbones, still swaying softly with her.
“It's how I normalize it. For both of us,” she hummed, turning her head so it was now her chin atop your head. She maneuvered the hand trailing over her skin to hers, entwining your fingers as you moved into a slow waltz-like pose. The hand on your shoulder moved down to the small of your back and you could tell by how she held you that she was relaxed with her eyes closed, listening to Mazzy Star and just enjoying holding you.
“I love you, Vanessa Palmer,” you murmured. She said nothing in response, only kissing your forehead and breathing in your smell. You didn’t often verbalize your love. Neither did Van. You both preferred showing your love for one another rather than telling. Small acts like swaying in your kitchen together were enough for the both of you. But, with the recent news, you felt the need for her to hear you say it.
You needed her to know for sure that she knew she was loved, even when she didn’t think so. And she knew she wasn’t obligated to say it back, because you knew. With every laugh, smile and touch you knew she loved you. You'd grown quiet in her arms you knew she could tell you were thinking about it too hard again. Her hand moved to your hip, thumb tracing over the seam of your top.
​​“Your shirt’s inside out,” she whispered, pulling you out of your head. You needed a change of subject and thought, which she knew and was not offering. You pulled your cheek from her and tilted your head with a smile, moving on.
“How do you know I didn’t do that on purpose” Van hummed and her brow raised.
“And why would you do that, I wonder?” you faked thought, eyes turning up to look in the sealing as you muttered in thought.
“I dunno. Maybe I wanted you to fix it for me,” you implied, looping your arms around her neck again to press you’re chest flush with her own. “Can you? Fix it for me? please…” you looked up at her through your eyelashes with a sly smile curling your lips. The redhead laughed and rolled her eyes as her hands found the inverted hem of your, well actually her shirt. You eagerly raised your arms as the shirt came over your head, ruffling up your hair as you were left clad in only your underwear, chest bare and clean for her. Of course, that's immediately where her eyes go before returning her gave to yours. There’s an eager amusement that sparkles in those blue eyes and you just have to laugh.
“You wanna put that back on?” you chuckle, reaching for the now correctly inverted shirt which is tightly gripped in her hand.
“No way. I like the view,” she wiggled her brows, throwing the shirt over her shoulder as she does with her dishtowel when she cooks.
“You saw them last night! And every night,” you scoff, crossing your arms, which only accentuates what she already likes and you know it.
“Oh, but I’ll never get enough, buttercup,” she says, whispering your nickname as a diversion. You’re cooing over her sweetness when she wraps her arms around you, lifting you onto the kitchen counter. Her nose finds the crook of her neck and she attacks your jaw, peppering up and down with kisses while she coped a feel of your exposed chest, all the while you giggle and laugh, making music in her ears. You manage to pull her away, face flushed warm to match her own and you look down upon her, your thumb tracing over the apple of her cheeks as you hold her jaw in your palms.
“What am I gonna do with you,” you mused fondly as she leaned into your comforting touch.
“Well I’ve got a couple of ideas,” she grazed her thumb over your nipple and you scrunch your nose with a smile, shaking your head.
“Alright. But at least take me back to bed,”
“Hmmm, gladly. Im still tired anyways,”
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riddles-n-games · 1 month
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Although I'm honestly not pushing so hard for a Grayson romance, if Phone Girl and Gray end up becoming a real solid confirmed canon couple, I have a suggestion for an AU: model and photographer. I don't need to clarify the roles, you all know who is what (although, I know Gray passes as one anyways).
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pendephoebe · 4 months
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I LOST THE REQUEST FOR THIS BUT BASICALLY IT WAS THIS:
“Would u be able to do smut head cannons for john dory and bruce at all? be awesome ✨ ✨”
|| I just did for floyd and branch so this is very convenient for me, in terms of writing em i mean so thank you for requesting dear *+ i know ALOT of people are gonna enjoy JD in this — also i added clay cuz i got a diff request with the younger brothers and felt bad leaving clay behindIl
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SAUCE? OLDER BROTHERS HEADCANONS
John Dory: baby got back vibes
🩵 — let’s talk what he’s into first shall we~
🩵 — ass man all the way, ass and thighs for him are THE SHIT.
🩵 — will just stare with a raised brow and a smug smile as he just admires you being bent over so prettily in front of him as you do…well it doesn’t matter what you’re doing he’s just enjoying the view (ass or no ass fr.)
🩵 — shorts and HIS shirt on? He is up and about ready to get messy.
🩵 — hand hovering just above your cheeks before he is smacking the SHIT out of it, making sure the slap rings your ears and leaves a nice red mark on your cheek. And we all saw how effortless he can do it (rip branch)
🩵 — the moment you turn around to tell him off he smiles innocently and acts like nothing happened, even raises his hands defensively
🩵 — the moment you storm off he would have the urge (not)to smack your ass again (he did it again) — prepare to chase him around as he just laughs at you
🩵 — ways to turn him on voluntarily would be:
🩵 — touches or kisses on his ears, kisses on his shoulders, touching or kissing his happy trail and inner thighs
🩵 — will whisper sweet nothings to you as he rubs your thigh making circles with his thumb, whispering in your ear as he tries to get you in the mood
🩵 — 100% bottoms out when you suck him off, as much as he thrives being in charge he completely forgets about that once he sees you on your knees and sucking him off
🩵 — power play. He definitely jokes that he can’t possibly be topped by you only to be humbled not even two seconds later
🩵 — like man will full on just give up trying to fight and show strong the moment he sees you struggling to take his cock, he feels proud about it but god he can’t dwell on that now
🩵 — “f-fuck…hun..swee-sweETHEART! *gasp* j-just like t-that!! You got it..!~~”
🩵 —ok now the goods
🩵 — loves when you ride him
🩵 — like doesn’t matter if you big or small he is GRABBING ANYTHING that is reachable on you.
🩵 — hips. Ass. Thighs. Wrists. Tits. Waist. Chest. Shoulders. YOUR NECK-
🩵 — touchy man he has to have his hands on you ALL THE TIME.
🩵 — also would be big in voyerism, watching you or vice versa is a HUGE turn on and his fav way to tease each other
🩵 — girthy but average, he would have a non curved dick in all honesty, but it would be heavy (not AS heavy as bruce’s)
🩵 — shower > grower
🩵 — loves taking you from behind too
🩵 — your ass bouncing as he smacks his hips into you relentlessly, hands gripping on your hips for dear life as he quickly looses control cuz of how good you feel around him
🩵 — will wrap his arms around your lap as he lifts you up and goes even faster (like you with ur ass up and hes LIFTING your pelvis to go deeper, like balls deep)
🩵 — speaking of balls, man is caveman under there honestly. I mean he lived alone for 20years do yall think he ever cared to be presentable?
🩵 — when he climaxes he is definitely groaning it out, with a loud moan at the end. A long soft moan as he comes out of his high
🩵 — slowly setting you down and very slowly taking his dick out as he watches his cum leaking out of you and down your legs
🩵 — oh yeah he DEFINITELY comes A LOT.
🩵 — would be too lost in the pleasure to pull out, especially if yall do it the first times together
🩵 — drops beside you and just pulls you in his embrace (somehow manages to put you ontop of him so you can rest — i mean workouts are nothin for him basically tho he would be exhausted)
🩵 — will nap first before cleaning up, he gives me little bit of rat vibes in terms of hygiene (again lived alone for a LONG time) but he will comply with anything you tell him in seconds so-
Bruce: Dilf. Theres nothing else to be said
💜 — now for Bruce, he’s got the sex appeal.
💜 — no duh he is the heart throb for A REASON.
💜 — i see him as a tits/chest man. Defined loves to suck em nips and watch you squirm
💜 — also but thigh and ass man. Honestly speaks for itself, he loves the good parts that he can just roam about
💜 — WILL ABSOLUTELY TEASE THE SHIT PIT OF YOU TILL YOU CANT NO MORE.
💜 — whether verbally: whispering naughty things and just walking away smuggly, do some word play to insinuate that he wants to give you a good time or just legit straight up just ask you if you are interested in some sexy time in THAT moment.
💜 — “damn it! I ruined my shirt!” “Bet I can ruin you~” “excuse me-“ (horrible example but you get the point)
💜 — will say the most out of pocket shit infront of you and watch as your face horrifyingly looks at him but also your cheeks are red and WHY IS HE SMILING LIKE THAT?? WHAT????
💜 — however, ways to turn HIM on would be:
💜 — anything from behind action. I mean hugging from behind and wrapping your hands around him, little nuzzle by the back of his neck
💜 — kisses on the back of his neck (how u gonna do that with all that hair idk) shoulder touches and kisses, anything chest tummy related too
💜 — size kink. He is like a BIG BOY (SZA big boy) so he defines has some kind of size kink (especially with his D size 👇👇👇)
💜 — loves watching you struggling to take him whole, he deffo has a girthy PHAT dick, and heavy. Will absolutely tease you with his bulge
💜 — bending down to do something and he just ‘casually’ walks past you or reaches something from above you and his BIG BULGE just rests against your exposed ass….yeah
💜 — now for the sex
💜 — pillow prince / alot of furniture action, and i mean like him just manhandling you places (kinda like JD but less bottomy)
💜 — HUGE soft dom vibes
💜 — compliments you, encourages you, pets you as you try your best getting used to his size, will coo you with a sweet smile as you breathe out
💜 — “hmm~…its ok my princess…ah~…you can take a little..ngn~..more c-can’t you..?~”
💜 — either he lets you ride him, or he is standing (missionary bro this guy has definitely a breeding kink-)
💜 — will prop your legs up, over his shoulder as he takes his sweet ol time with you, unlike JD he doesn’t get desperate at all — he thrives of you being desperate for him
💜 — he will tease you for hours from just rubbing against you to just the tip, to slowly in and out (i mean SLOW) till you shake and beg
💜 — then..maybe will he comply with your demands
💜 — will make sure you come at least a bunch of times before he fucks you hard and fast so he comes too
💜 — grower > shower
💜 — but has a huge soft bulge tho
💜 — oh also loves giving, more a giver than receiver, like he just radiates charm and loves making you faun over him at any time. I mean ANY time.
💜 — he cums alot too, not as much as JD as i think he will get proper sex action WAY more than his older brother
💜 — will not pull out purposely as he loves filling you up. His dick deep in you as he feels his cum trying to leak out — he would groan soflty when he comes
💜 — if he’s not coming in you he is definitely coming in your mouth. He just wouldn’t want his cum to be spilled anywhere, its easier to clean up this way (also loves the faces you make when you try to swallow everything, little tears on your face as you look up at him so desperately)
💜 — knows what aftercare is and will provide for it. He is well kept so honestly i think its part of him to be clean yk?
💜 — will gently clean you and give you water and rest beside you as he kisses you to sleep, cuz honestly once yall done you won’t be able to walk for…a while.
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💚 — since this is my first time writing him dont be mean about it plz 😭 so his intos would be…
💚 — praise man like his brothers, he loves telling you that you did a good job and seeing you smile at him proudly (cuz shows respect and hes into that)
💚 — honestly following commands, like genuinely wanting to get busy and listening to what he says low key turns him on (not in a weird way) but he also wants you to rebel at times
💚 — definitely has fantasies of that.
💚 — will show interest by touching you back alot, like pats or back rubs + a well done! Honestly would be like bruce and whisper suggestive things in your ear just for you to hear
💚 — and as he walks away you just stand there and look around like “did anyone else see that or was it just me??” Like your face is red and you just stare shocked as how serious boy clay can be so…wild??
💚 — if theres a rumor that you’re into him OH ur in for it now.
💚 — he will give you more work to do, smile as he watches you linger on every single word of his, and as you blush at every praise and touch he gives you for being so good
💚 — “hey~ good job on work today! You’re really valuable to the team you know that?”
💚 — (before yall were together) honestly (like floyd) wouldn’t realise he’s into you until someone just out right tells him “bro ur into them, just admit it” and he would be like “what? Ok..ur delirious..” (turns around and dies as he realises he does like you)
💚 — very discreet in his teasing
💚 — he would pull you aside in a small dark corner and make you a huge mess, legs trembling and face red. Like him kissing your neck and his hands wandering making you loose your shit and almost moan loudly his name-
💚 — for him to then just smile as he walks away to finish his serious boy tasks like nothing happend. Leaving you in the corner questioning what the fuck just happend
💚 — honestly would do it a bunch of times till you are the one to finally pull him away and have your way with him, he would be surprised at first but then smile with a brow raised as you finally took charge for once. (Hes a little proud)
💚 — ok sex time
💚 — i would say grower > shower and here is why
💚 — he isnt as thick as his older brothers but he is long (mainly due to his body size, he is the tallest) so he would have more cm in length than girth — he is also curved
💚 — will top. And i mean go slowly and long strokes as he praises you at how good you’re doing
💚 — absolutely would command you around when you suck him off, he likes receiving but LOVES giving
💚 — like he will tease you with his tongue so much until you are shaking and crying under his touch for him to say “ur not allowed to come yet” and that would make it worse
💚 — he trained you to follow orders. This was all an elaborate plan. Him giving you more work and rewards made it easier for him to control you in bed (soft dom ofc)
💚 — however, if you pissed him off that day.
💚 — and i mean you decided to be bratty and purposely respect him less that day OH ur in for it now
💚 — he’s petty. (We saw it with his and john interaction in the movie) he’s very petty.
💚 — edging as punishments seems very fitting. Having you lean against his chest as he hold your arms with with own around our chest (if u got boobs hes gripping one)
💚 — his dick burried in you as he just teases your clit/tip non stop while you cry out and moan loudly
💚 — will gently kiss your neck, hickeys, and ears as he tells you off for being bratty and making his already busy day more busy
💚 — “I haven’t even done anything and you’re already so needy~ is my cock in you driving you crazy?” (A little cringe sorry)
💚 — once you came a bunch of times he will ram the shit out of you as a reward for being good. He cant stay mad at you for too long when you are so obedient
💚 — honestly doesn’t come alot, in scale out of the brothers in loads he is at the bottom i would say
💚 — absolute sweetheart tho after, knows the best and most efficient ways for aftercare. Probably has a kit under his bed or something
💚 — also no way yall doing stuff in his admin cabin. Fuck that. Your bedroom would probably be the safest place to do it (away from responsibilities)
💚 — doesnt bottom out easily, honestly resists the temptation till he can’t see no more and just gives in — he definitely moans once he comes
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hymn-of-muse · 1 year
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to Cole Brookstone x reader! requested by anon!
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"is that..chocolate i smell?" a brunette clad in blue poked his head curiously into the kitchen, sniffing the air as if following his nose in a cartoon.
"yes, you do, but its not for you Jay." you informed, slapping his hand away from the bowl of batter when he tried to reach for it. "I'm making a cake-"
"cake? awesome! whats the special occasion? oh no did i forget someone's birthday??" the lighting ninja cut you off with his rambling, quickly jumping to conclusions faster than you could keep up with.
"-for Cole." you finished with a slight pout, crossing your arms over your apron. now that you said it out loud you felt a little embarrassed about it.
"wait, youre making a cake for cole? i though his birthday wasnt for like, another whole two months-ohhh" the look of embarrassment on your face finally made things click in jay's head. "aawe, youre making cole a cake." he cooed and teaed, lightly and playfully nudging your arm.
"shut up, Jay." you sighed, rolling you eyes at him before turning back to the bowl of chocolate cake batter to finish mixing it. "i want to surprise him so dont go telling him, alright? now if youre going to be in the kitchen im gonna make you help out, otherwise buzz off sparky."
"haha" jay gave a sarcastic laugh at the nickname. "you'd have way better luck at baking with zane than me, and with the mess youre making you probably need him." jay pointed out, gesturing to the mess of flour, egg shells and other ingredients on the counter space.
looking at the mess you groaned. "yeahh, youre right i probably do...you'll find him for me right?" you turned to face jay, puppy dog eyes and batted lashes at the ready.
"ah! not that face!! okay i'll go get him!" jay laughed, never one to say no to a cute face like the pleading puppy dog eyes. "Better clean up before sensei Wu gets back though." he said as he left the kitchen.
You went right back to baking after Jay left, starting to clean up a little bit of the mess and finish up the batter. you still needed to get the icing ready and on top of that you werent even sure in the first place if cole would even like the cake you made let alone if it would turn out okay. you really worried about that and hoped everything would turn out okay in the end, but you couldnt help letting that worry get to you, making you accidentally fumble a bit with the ingredients in your hands and worsening the mess the kitchen already was in.
"careful-" a familiar slight-monotonous voice rang out as a hand caught an egg that just about rolled off the counter and onto the floor, preventing it from platting all over the wood. "-got it."
in your haste to clean up the mess and finish the cake you hadn't notice Zane enter the kitchen. "I see Jay was not joking when he said you needed my assistance." Zane teased, letting out a light hearted chuckle as he placed the egg back into the opened carton with the rest and closed it.
"yeah, im..a mess myself today." you sighed, gesturing to the mess both on yourself and the area around the counterspace you used. "i dont think the cake's going to turn out so good zane"
"i'm sure you've done fine so far (name)." zane assured you. "why dont you finish following the recipe, i'll guide you while cleaning up some of the mess." he offered. "that way, it will still be you making the cake."
"that sounds good to me, you didnt have to take on the task of cleaning though, i could handle that part no problem." you said, feeling a bit guilty about your friend cleaning up your mess.
"nonsense, it is no trouble at all." zane smiled, already getting started on cleaning by grabbing the broom to sweep up the flour on the floor. "we'll be done and have the cake in the oven in no time." he nodded
and like he said, with his assistance on measurements and following the recipe, you felt just a bit less worried and time practically flew by. before you knew it the timer went off just as you two had finished up cleaning the kitchen and the cake was ready to take out of the oven.
"do you think he'll like it...? i mean, cole likes cake, yeah, but im worried he wont like this one..." you confided in your friend about your concerns as you placed the hot cake on the stove to cool before it could be iced.
"what makes you think he will not like it?" zane questioned, wanting to understand your worries better in order to help you however he can. "you followed the recipe quite well, and the cake looks to have turned out just right, do you lack confidence in your ability to decorate the cake with icing?"
"maybe? i dont know zane..." you sighed. "im just worried he wont like it, thats all." you werent sure why, rationally your concern didnt make much sense but you still worried either way. no matter what the reason was there was still a chance and to you that chance was scary.
"I am certain cole will love the cake, you made it after all." zane stated, patting you on the shoulder in attempt to comfort you with a small smile on his face.
before you could even ask the nindroid what he meant by that statement, he had already headed out the kitchen and left you to ice the cake on your own.
You hoped the two, Zane and Jay, wouldnt go spoiling your surprise and telling cole you were making him a cake. You wanted it to be a nice surprise, hopefully one he'd like. Even with Zane's assurance, you couldnt help feeling worried cole wouldnt like the cake in the end.
Soon you had the cake iced and decorated with chocolate and vanilla frosting. It was ready to be served! You just needed to figure out how to surprise Cole with it.
Getting Cole into the room would be the easy part, last you'd seen him he was playing a video game with Kai and Lloyd in the living room, but surprising him with the cake without him already suspecting the surprise is the difficult part.
Poking your head into the living room, you smiled seeing they were still there, and Lloyd was kicking both their butts in the game. "Awe man!" Kai and Cole groaned as Lloyd got the Victory screen.
"Hey Cole?" you called out from the doorway, leaning your shoulder on the door frame.
Cole glanced over at you from the game. "Hey (name), whats up?" he waved a bit, offering you a friendly smile.
"I just wanted to show you something, could you come with me?" you asked, gesturing out into the hallway of the ninja residence with a nod of your head.
"ooooh, (name) wants alone time with cole~" kai joked, nudging cole teasingly earning him a shove from cole and a laugh from Lloyd.
"knock it off kai." cole got up and followed you out. "so what is it you wanna show me?" he asked before you took his hands and placed them over his eyes.
"just follow me, then you'll see." you said, placing a hand under his arm to help lead him through the hallway back to the kitchen.
"do i get to guess what it is?" he chuckled, fully trusting your leadership as he walked blindly with you down the hall.
"nope, no guessing, its a surprise, you cant know till we get there." you insisted, hoping your nervousness didnt show in your voice when you spoke.
once you reached the kitchen you got him to stop so you could stand in front of the cake. thankfully, you got him to not suspect the surprise by keeping him from seeing he was headed to the kitchen. "okay, you can open your eyes now." you said, a nervous smile on your face as he removed his hands.
you stepped aside to reveal the cake. "tada!" you giggled a bit, arms extended out to gesture to the cake. "i...made you a-"
"Cake!!" cole nearly shouted, a huge smile on his face. "a chocolate cake!! you made it? for me?" he asked excitedly, grinning. it made you relieved and happy to see how happy it made him.
"yup" you nodded, smiling back, though you were still nervous about how he'd like it once he ate it.
"thats so awesome of you! can i have a piece now?" he asked, already going for a plate and cutlery. he wasnt going to take a no, he was set on trying the cake right now, not that you'd tell him no anyways.
Cole cut a slice of the cake, sliding it onto the plate he got out then picking up his fork, poking the slice and taking a bite. there was a minute of silence before he took another bite.
"so...what do you think? is it good?" you wondered, hoping his silence what a good sign rather than a bad one.
Cole turned to you, eyes wide and happy. "its so good, please always make cake." he managed to say between bites of cake. he was really enjoying it.
you let out a sigh of relief, so glad he liked your cake after all. "im glad you like it."
"like it?? nuh uh, i love it!!" he insisted. "Its gotta be the best cake ever, i swear." his enthusiasm got a soft giggle out of you. he was so cute, you couldnt help adoring him. "thank you (name)"
"youre welcome, cole."
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nakedcows · 1 year
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Hello! I gotta request. I love Aemond as many of the girlies do. But I never find fics for the plus size girls. I’m a firm believer that Aemond would like a plus size woman. When you have a moment of time I’d love to see a plus size reader x Aemond type fic. Of course I’d be here for some spice too. I’d just really like to see more representation ☺️ thank you for your time and I hope you have a wonderful day!
A/N: I'm terribly sorry for the delay. I had a draft ready that didn't save so my inspiration took a big hit. I haven't thought about it before, but now that you say it I do think Aemond would lean more toward plus sized women. I can't explain why i just feel like it falls inline with his character. Thank you for your request!!
summary: Aemond gifts Y/n new clothes that inspire her to take the lead tonight
warnings: smut p n v, slight degrading (not of the reader), body shaming (it's not very much don't worry), sub Aemond
Word count 1.4k
Y/n was entranced by the stranger staring back at her in the mirror. The woman standing in her mirror resembled the fair ladies from books she had read as a girl. Ones where brave knights fight to the death and love-struck monarchs conquer kingdoms for the chance to embrace their true love.
The emerald green dress she wore had no sleeves and hung off her shoulders. Y/n was not used to dressing in such a manner she had become accustomed to frumpy, loose fitted clothing that hid her figure. Y/n’s mother had insisted that despite the high ranking of their house, it was imperative to hide the plump figure she had inherited from her to guarantee proposals from the lords of the court. However, her dear Aemond had thought otherwise. He began to court Y/n and questioned why a lady of her rank wore such ill-fitting clothing. After Y/n had confided in Aemond about her mother's advice, he disposed of her dresses and commissioned a new wardrobe of custom-made dresses with matching jewelry for his love. Y/n admired her newfound figure and how her bodice hugged her thick waist instead of hanging loosely. Layers of skirt gracefully laid against her wide hips complimented with embroidery. The mousy-looking girl had disappeared under hair tied in intricate braids decorated with rare jewels and a beauteous dress accentuating her curved figure. Y/n always felt as though she was meant to be invisible, to blend into the background unnoticed and unmentioned unless she was needed. But now, with her full body glittering in the open free to be seen, she felt confident.  
“You are enchanting, my love,” Aemond said. He had briefly left for Y/n to dress and retrieve the final piece to her ensemble. Aemond stood behind her, unable to break his gaze from her captivating, newfound appearance.   
Aemond delicately clasped a sapphire necklace cut from the same gem in his eye.   
“What do you think, dear heart?” he asked as his hands drifted from Y/n’s neck to her shoulders  
“I think it’s... perfect,” she said, gliding her hands under her plump chest. “I look perfect.” Y/n smiled brightly at her reflection. The rush of finally recognizing the glowing beauty in her mirror was the same modestly dressed woman that she saw a few hours ago.  Y/n felt invincible at this moment she could do anything, say anything and the surefooted woman in her mirror would protect her from fear and persecution with a glance. She turned to Aemond with a new vigor. It was an unfamiliar feeling that bubbled in her core and climbed up to her chest. Aemond had always taken the lead. He led when they held hands when they kissed, and he led when they were intimate. But tonight, she would take command. Y/n grabbed the back of Aemond’s head greedily, pulling him flush against her body for a languid kiss. Aemond grinned into the kiss, stroking her rounded hips, causing the sensation in her core to swell. Y/n slowly pulled from him. Her whole body felt as though someone had set aflame her from the inside.   
“You promised me once that you would do anything for me. I need only ask. Is that still true? Y/n asked, meeting his eyes.   
“Of course, my dear,” the fingers on his neck glided into his hair to stroke his scalp.   
“Then get on your knees for me,” Y/n’s light stroking turned into a tight grip as she yanked Aemond’s head back by his hair.  Aemond breath hitched from the sudden tension on his scalp. Y/n had never done this before yet as he prostrated himself before her the hand in his hair leading him to kneel, he felt the blood rushing to his cock.  
“What do you wish of me Y/n?”  
“Hmm I don’t think using my name suits you very well my dear,” she said smirking.  
“Oh?”  
“No, you are a proper gentleman are you not? Then you should refer to me like one. I think ‘My lady’ will do for now, don’t you?” Aemond felt his breeches tighten as she leaned in and paused just before their lips met.  
“Answer me Aemond.”  
“Yes, my lady,” Y/n closed the gap between them, devouring his lips. Aemond could hear his heart pounding as his member began to throb. He was used to being in control. There was safety in control letting that part of him slip for even a second led to disaster. Aemond craved rest for someone to ease that unmoving tension in his mind and giving his power to Y/n would do just that. 
“Good boy, strip and lay on the bed for me,” she said releasing his hair. Aemond stood from his spot on the floor in favor of removing his doublet and breeches before laying on the bed desperate to obey. Aemond felt his length harden as Y/n waltzed up to the bed and slowly skipped out of her sleeves pulling her bodice down, exposing her full breast and removed her small clothes, leaving her the remainder of her dress on. His red tip now peaked out from the protection of its fleshy folds at the sight. His shy elegant lady turned dominating temptress. Aemond reached down to stroke himself but was met with a quick slap.   
“Proper gentlemen don’t touch themselves, Aemond. It is quite unseemly,” she said, climbing onto the bed to straddle him.  
“Y-Yes my lady.”   
“You know improper gentlemen believe they are owed the pleasure they crave-” Y/n pulled her skirt up, revealing thick plush thighs coated in slick from her dripping mound, causing Aemond’s breath to quicken and his cock to throb. “But a proper gentleman asks for his desires, doesn’t he, Aemond? Why don’t you ask me for what it is you desire my dear?” Y/n lowered herself a bit allowing Aemond’s tip to just barely graze her entrance. Aemond gasped, trying to hold himself together. Whenever he had coupled with Y/n, Aemond would take her hips and impale her with his length whenever he felt the urge, yet at this moment doing such a thing without her explicit permission felt as though he would be committing an unforgivable sin of the highest caliber.  
“Please my lady, use my cock.” Aemond said, bringing his hands up and sinking his fingers into her soft hips. 
“Hmm I don’t know. You don’t seem to want me enough. Perhaps I should stop,” she said slowly lowering her skirt. The gentle throbbing of Aemonds cock developed into torturous ache.  
“No, my lady, please I need you. Please let me fill your cunny. I need it. I’m throbbing for you. I need to fill you around me my lady,” Y/n grinned and lifted her skirt once more.  
“There you go sweet boy begging for me like a proper gentleman,” Y/n dropped onto his cock taking him all at once. Normally Y/n would ask Aemond to be slow and gentle with her, but here and now, consumed by her newfound vigor, she didn’t want to be gentle. She didn’t want to be delicate. She wanted to take everything for herself. Y/n sank, allowing Aemond to bottom out. He could feel her cunt constrict around his cock as if she wanted to meld him into her insides. Her folds would only briefly release him from their tight grip before clenching around him once again. Y/n could feel Aemond’s cock pulsating inside her. The tip of his cock pressed against the spongy back of her cunt. Y/n rocked her hips, enthralled by how the sensation of absolute control enhanced her pleasure. Aemond felt as though he was unraveling every time Y/n’ hips dropped to meet his. Aemond was consumed with an unrelenting craving that devoured his entire being. He needed her. He needed more.   
“Faster my lady! Please, I need more of you!”   
“Good boy asking so nicely for his lady,” Y/n sped up, bouncing on Aemond’s cock quicker, the heat in her core building to a peak ready to snap at any moment. Y/n reached for Aemond’s hands. She pressed his left hand against her pearl and held onto his right one. Aemond rolled small circles on Y/n’s pearl already covered in her slick and tangled his fingers with hers. Adding pressure to the sensitive bud when their hips met each other. 
“I’m going to cum. Are you ready, Aemond?” she said leaning down, losing herself in his violet eye.  
“Yes please, I need to feel you cum around me my lady!” she couldn’t hold on any longer. Squeezing Aemonds hand Y/n fell apart as her orgasm flooded across her body, causing her legs to shake and her body to fall limp against Aemond. The pleasure of taking Aemond as she pleased pushed Y/n’s high to another plane of existence. One where she was everything and nothing all at once. Unburdened. Unshackled. Untouched. Aemond felt himself burst inside of Y/n his back arching. He had never reached a peak like this before. He could feel tingling all throughout his body that turned into blissful burning reaching to the tips of his toes. They laid together for a moment, their heavy breathing filling the heady air. Y/n sat up a bit and placed a gentle kiss on Aemond’s temple still damp from the excitement.  
“Did I do well for you, my lady?” 
“You were the perfect gentleman.” 
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badkitty3000 · 26 days
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Strength
Five is finally strong enough to give in to his true feelings and tell you how he feels. You are strong enough to let him.
Five Hargreeves x Reader Smut
The third one shot in this short series, following "Addicted" and "Weak". Contains points of view from both characters.
If you have any more ideas for me, let me know!
My Master List Of Number Five Fanfiction
Strength:
The position of the bed in your room has always annoyed you. For half the year, when the sunlight pours in, it slices right across your face in the most non-gentle way. One minute you’re sleeping soundly and the next you are being slapped awake by a piercing light over your eyes. It doesn’t matter how much you try to cover the window, the sun still fights its way through. Like it has a personal vendetta against your rest.
Today is no different, and you shield your eyes with your hand and blink into the light. It takes you a few seconds to clear your head, but then you remember. The happenings of last night would have felt like a vivid dream if it weren’t for the glaring evidence all around you.
Tangled, wrinkled sheets. Your body aching and throbbing in places it shouldn’t be. The lingering scent of sweat and sex in the air. But of course, the biggest piece of evidence is the empty space next to you. He’s gone.
Not that you were expecting anything less. Yet, for some reason, it still fucking hurts. You would think that you would be used to it by now; maybe even like it. Good company, good sex, no ties. What’s not to like? You’ve had this argument with yourself a thousand times. It never does any good.
You roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling, and moving out of the direct line of sun. You’re still naked and you can feel the stickiness between your legs. Some sort of concoction of his saliva and cum, probably. You need to shower. But you lie there, staring blankly upwards.
Are you going to cry? Rip the sheets off the bed in a rage-fueled hysteria? Call and leave several consecutive voicemails listing all of the reasons you hate him? Maybe. Or you could just stay here, unmoving and unfeeling. You’re so tired and that seems like the best option. At least for now.
The thing is, it’s not fair for you to hate him. It’s not his fault. He’s never promised you anything he didn’t deliver. He’s never mistreated you or lied to you. He has never been anything except himself this whole time. If you were going to be honest, you’ve brought all of this on yourself. You created this. This fantasy world that has never existed, and will never exist.
What did you think was going to happen? You would finally get him to fall madly in love with you and you’d make some happy little home together, just the two of you? He’d kiss you goodbye in the morning, head out to blast a few unsuspecting fuckers in the face, and then come back in the evening exhausted and missing you? He would sit down and you’d crawl into his lap and lay your head on his chest while he told you about his day?
Yes. That’s exactly what you thought. Pathetic.
You’re not sure how you got like this. You used to be a normal person. You weren’t exactly planning on losing your fucking mind over this guy. During that first night, when you came stumbling into your place, both of you drunk off your asses and already trying to get the other’s clothes off, you certainly hadn’t planned on anything more than a quick fuck. He was hot. You were horny. He bought you a few drinks. You brought him home to fuck him. Not exactly a swoon-worthy meet-cute.
It wasn’t until he had you on your back, naked and panting, that something switched. There was something different about the way he started to kiss you. Something different in his touch as his hands roamed over your body and lit you up from the inside. You weren’t even sure how to describe it.
It was like a longing, or a sadness, or desperation, as he kissed down your neck and chest like he worshiped you. He fucked you hard and rough, but even that was different than anything you’d experienced before. He continued to look you in the eyes, kissing your lips and touching your face.
There was a weird contradiction between the forceful thrusts of his pelvis into yours and the gentleness of his face and hands. Something about that paradox of hard and soft that seemed to be a constant battle inside of himself had you falling apart.
And fuck, did you fall hard.
You wanted to have more of him, to see inside of him, and to give him whatever he needed. But of course, he pulled away the minute you suggested something more than what you were already getting from each other. He had made it very clear from the beginning. He wasn’t going to stay.
It had hurt, but that didn’t mean you stopped wanting him. It was too late by then. He was already inside you; in your brain and under your skin. When he wasn’t there, you could feel him and hear his voice in your head. All of those things he would tell you while his mouth roamed over your body, his eyes full of want and desire.
You feel so good
You’re stunning
Don’t stop, sweetheart, you’re doing so good for me
I need you, baby
The longer you let it drag on, the worse it got for you. He knew what you liked and how to give it to you. He knew what to say to make you forget everything else. When he was there, he made you his world; giving you everything you begged for and more.
Except for the one thing he never gave you, no matter how much you begged.
And you did beg. Shamefully and embarrassingly. You begged him to give you more of him. To know all of him. Not just the physical parts. You wanted to be in his head and in his soul. But he just gave you that look; the one that got you into this mess in the first place. And then he denied you all of it.
You knew why he had told you what he was. He was trying to scare you. Make you think he was a monster and finally give up on him. You had been asking him to stay again, questioning why he wouldn’t when he snapped. He threw you against the wall and pinned you there, teeth bared in a snarl, his face inches from yours.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” he had hissed.
“Try me,” you challenged.
You had seen the brief hesitation and confliction on his face, but then the anger was back and he spat it back at you.
“Fuck! Why are you so fucking stubborn? Fine, you want to know? Want to know why you’re going to regret all of this? I’m a killer. A fucking assassin and I kill people. I’ve killed hundreds and I’ll keep killing more!”
He was breathing hard as you stared at him, your eyes wide, while he still had you backed against the wall.
“So, what now, princess? Still think you want me?”
He had said it sarcastically, obviously thinking he already knew the answer. He thought you would push him away, or scream, or call him disgusting. Instead, you had looked in his eyes and you saw what he thought he had been hiding from you. The fear that was there. He was afraid you would push him away. Afraid you really would see him as a monster.
“Yes,” you had whispered with a nod.
Before he could answer, you had leaned in to kiss him, but he jerked his head back.
“Stop it,” he’d warned quietly. “You don’t want this.”
But you didn’t listen, and you leaned in again, hearing his breath catch in his throat. After he hesitated again, he gave in and let you brush your lips softly against his and he didn’t resist anymore. He let you kiss him and run your hands down his chest, until he was pressing you even harder into the wall, hands laced into your hair.
You’re not sure when it all became a turn-on. Or even why. It’s not like you’d ever thought murder or blood was sexy before.
But holy shit, when you saw that blood on him the first time, you thought you might come just from looking at him.
The only reason you can think of is that you know he is a hard, ruthless, unforgiving killer when he’s out there. But when he’s with you…you get to see a tiny part of him that very few others ever get to. When he’s soft and gentle and caressing your body with the warmest touch, it does something to you. Something weird and primal.
You like knowing what he’s capable of. You like knowing his secret. And you fucking love the fact that he can switch it off and on for you.
You want to hear the bloody details and see the gruesome evidence. You want to smell the dried sweat on him after a particularly draining day of tracking and killing. Because that means you get the other side of him. The one you can pretend is only for you.
Out of all your little fucked up fantasies, that one is probably the most delusional. You have never discussed exclusivity with each other before. There has hardly been a need to, considering how much time lapses in between meetings. It’s foolish of you to think you are the only one. Why would you be?
You know what he looks like and how he carries himself and how he fucks. To think that there are no other women out there taking advantage of his existence would be pretty fucking stupid.
But still, you let yourself fall into that trap sometimes. You imagine all of those days and weeks that will go by without him; when he won’t pick up the phone. You imagine him sitting there alone, thinking about you.
What a fucking idiot you are.
That’s why you had to tell yourself no more. You were cutting yourself off. It wasn’t good. It wasn’t healthy. You were becoming weird and obsessive and your self-confidence was shot. So, after one of those early mornings, when you caught him trying to slip out undetected, you told him you couldn’t do it anymore.
You told him to leave you alone. Told him to go fuck himself. Told him he was the worst person alive.
And he had just stood there, taking it all in, and not arguing. Then he had left, just like he was going to do anyway.
In hindsight, he didn’t deserve any of that. Or any of the times after that, when you had given in and started the whole pattern over again. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t plant these pathetic ideas into your brain. He never promised you anything. Yet, you still blamed him.
All of these thoughts are running through your head as you haul your heavy body up, pausing to sit on the edge of the bed for a minute, before getting up and making your way to the bathroom. As you wait for the shower to warm up, you look at your reflection in the mirror and you flinch. Leaning in closer, you run a finger over the tender mark on the side of your neck. A red and purple bruise that is too high and too big to be covered by a shirt collar or hair. Then you take in the rest of your body. You look like some sort of fucked up connect-the-dots puzzle.
Marks all over your collarbone, your shoulders, and your tits. You even find a few on your stomach and thighs. You don’t even remember getting those.
You might have been happy about it, or even turned on if it were another time. But your mind goes back to last night and everything that he said and did.
He said you were his. He told you only he could have you. He marked you for himself and for anyone else that might see you. He would kill anyone else that touched you.
Then he left.
And you’re standing here with his bites and bruises all over your body, and his dried cum between your legs, and you’re trapped again.
You’re not sure who you hate more, yourself or him.
The shower feels good on your skin as it washes away some of what he left behind. The water mixes with the tears that are slowly dripping down your face and that you are trying hard to ignore. You feel like shit. Just like you knew you would.
So, this is it. You are done. And this is not like all of the other times you’ve said the same thing, knowing in the back of your mind that you really didn’t have the strength to follow through. Now you do. And you believe yourself this time. He will never be completely yours and you are finally ready to accept that.
After you clean up and get dressed, you stare once again at the disheveled bed and you turn away from it. You’ll deal with it later. Right now you need some coffee. Maybe that will help clear your mind a bit.
As you pad down the hallway, you hear a noise and you stop. You hear it again and you continue on, slowly and cautiously towards the kitchen. And then you see him. Bent over in front of your open fridge and you rub your eyes like you must be hallucinating. You look around you, check the clock on the wall, and determine that yes, it is the morning.
What the fuck is happening?
“Five?” you whisper.
Your voice sounds weird to your own ears and you half expect him to realize he made a mistake and blink away without a word. But he doesn’t. Instead, he turns to you and offers you that fucking irritating smile that you both hate and love. And you don’t even know what to say.
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The sun outside is blinding as I shove my hands in my pockets, hurrying along the sidewalk, my head down. I feel the worst I’ve ever felt, and that’s saying something. I fucked up big time and the shame is still lingering. I was manipulative and possessive and rough with her. And then I was gentle and loving. I told her she was beautiful and no one else could have her.
Then I left.
I can tell myself a million times over I’m doing it for her own good, and maybe that’s partially true. But really, it’s for me. Because I can’t pull my head out of my ass for long enough to acknowledge what I really want. At least outside of my own head.
As I’m silently berating myself, something has caught my eye and I stop dead in my tracks in the middle of the sidewalk. Up ahead, coming out of an apartment building is that guy. The one she was with last night. The one I wanted to murder at first glance.
He’s got his arm around a woman’s waist, and they are smiling and laughing together as they walk outside. She is pushing a stroller with a small girl sitting inside, and he is holding onto a leash with a golden retriever on the other end of it. The woman is wearing a wedding ring with a diamond so big I can see it from here, and they carry on down the street, the perfect picture of the American family.
This time, on top of wanting to blow this guy’s fucking head off his shoulders, I want to expose him for what he is. I want to confront his wife; let her know the kind of man she’s married to and what he was up to the night before. Then maybe she’ll give me the go-ahead to at least punch him in the face.
Two things stop me, though. One is that they have a kid. And growing up knowing that your dad is a complete and total dickwad is not fun. Trust me on that. I figure she’ll find out soon enough, she doesn’t need me to bring that little piece of information to light for her.
The second thing is that I realize I am just like him.
It hits me like a punch to the gut and for a brief moment it actually hurts to take a breath in. Here I am getting pissed about this random guy’s behavior when really, he’s no different than myself. We’ve both lied to her. We’ve both used her. Maybe he didn’t get to fuck her, but he would have if I hadn’t cock blocked him.
Wow, you are one giant piece of shit.
The more I think about it, the more I realize this. Instead of killing him, I should go up to him and shake his hand. Welcome him to the club of heartless assholes; maybe buy him a drink and exchange stories of how we’re the scum of the earth. Fuck, we should be best fucking friends!
Is this what I want? Do I want to spend the rest of my life in the company of these kinds of people? People who are weak and cowardly and use others for their own selfish needs? No, I do not. And I also do not want her to be subjected to more of the same. She’s already had to deal with me; she doesn’t need to go through this with someone else.
I can fix this, though. I can do what I should have done from the start. I don���t have to be like him. I have a choice.
I turn immediately and start making my way back the way I came. I have no idea what I’m going to say or how this is going to work. I don’t know how the fuck to be in a real relationship and I sure as hell don’t know how I’m going to fit into her life. I also don’t know if she’ll even want me. But I have to try this time.
I blink inside like I always do, not even thinking about it. I’m jumpy with nerves and my palms are starting to sweat. I can hear the shower running and I think about blinking in there with her, but quickly decide that I do not want to give her a heart attack or get my balls kicked in, so instead I wait.
What do normal people do in these situations? I look around me. I should do something nice, like make her breakfast. Do I even know what she likes to eat? No, because I’ve always left before I’ve needed to find out. Dick.
Eggs seem like a pretty safe bet, so I start rummaging around in her refrigerator. As I’m pulling out the carton, I hear my name and I turn to see her standing there. She is obviously confused as to why I’m here and I smile because she’s so fucking cute with that dumb look on her face.
“What are you…did you forget something?” she asks, her eyes darting nervously away from mine.
I hold out the carton of eggs I have in my hand. “Yeah, I needed to borrow a few eggs, do you mind?”
That was my lame attempt at a joke and I can see it landed so far off the mark I can’t even see it anymore. She’s staring at me with a deep crease between her eyebrows and her mouth half open like she can’t quite decide if she should say something more or hurl the nearest sharpest object at my head.
I give a short, embarrassed laugh and I set the carton on the counter and run a hand through my hair.
“Sorry. I didn’t come here for eggs.”
 “Then why are you here?”
I can hear the tremble in her voice and I know it’s because she is afraid of my answer. She’s afraid I’m going to make her feel even worse than she already does. It sucks but I understand.
“I came back to tell you…” my voice trails off because I have no idea what to say. I clear my throat and try again. “I came back to tell you a lot of things, actually. But the main thing is that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I have done and everything I should have done but didn’t. You deserve much more than I have ever given you and I am so sorry for that.”
She is still looking at me very suspiciously and she is not saying anything, so I press on.
“I’ve been trying to stay away because I think you deserve someone better than me. Someone who can be a part of your life in all of the ways I don’t know how. I still think that, but I don’t want to keep doing this anymore. I want you.”
Her eyebrows draw together even more and she blinks a few times before speaking. 
“What do you mean you want me?”
I lean up against the counter and take a deep breath. “I want you. All of you. I don’t just want the sex. I want everything and anything you want to give me.”
She swallows hard and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. “Five, I don’t really…I don’t know what to say.”
I nod and look at the floor. “I understand if you want nothing to do with me. I fully deserve for you to kick me out right now and never talk to me again.”
She shakes her head. “No, that’s not what I mean. Do you know how long I have wanted to hear something like this from you? It’s fucking pathetic how long. But now that I’m hearing it, I’m having a hard time believing you.”
I run another hand through my hair and down the back of my neck. “I understand,” I say again, fully expecting to get the lecture I have coming to me.
Instead, she’s walking over to me, eyes locked on mine. She throws her body against mine and hugs me tightly around my waist and I hear and feel her take a big breath in and let it out. I wrap my arms around her in return, but I don’t know what else to say.
“Don’t lie to me,” she says quietly but firmly. “If you’re lying and you leave again, you need to stay gone.”
“I’m not lying. I want this. I might not know what the fuck I’m doing or how to do any of this, but I’m going to try.” She looks up at me and I trace my fingers down the side of her face. “I know what I want, and it’s you.”
I barely register what is happening next as she jumps into my arms, legs wrapped around me, and she’s kissing me hard and deep. I don’t even know what this means yet, but I don’t want it to end. Her body is warm as she clings to me and I never want to let her go. I tell her that in between hungry kisses and I blink us both into the bedroom where I throw her onto the bed.
I have never seen her in the bright light of the day before, and she’s even more gorgeous this way. It makes me wonder what the hell took me so long. As I lie down next to her, I place light kisses on the mark I left on her neck.
“Does it hurt?” I whisper.
“Not anymore,” she says, before pulling me back in again, covering my mouth with her own.
We don’t feel the need to hurry things along this time, and we take the time to kiss and feel one another until the urge is too strong and we can’t wait anymore. When she’s fully naked and laid out beneath me, the morning sun still shining through the window, I see my map of possessive calling cards I left all over her body. I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m most definitely turned on by that.
“Damn it, you’re beautiful like this.”
She smiles and pulls me in again, opening her legs for me so I can be inside of her, which is what I’m dying for. I don’t want to rush it though, so I thrust into her slow and gentle, covering her neck and face in more kisses. When our eyes meet, I want to tell her so many things.
“You’re the only one, you know. There’s no one else,” I confess as I drag my lips across the shell of her ear.
I hear her whimper and when I look again, she’s crying. I stop, thinking I said something wrong, but she only smiles through her tears and pulls me closer with her legs, pushing her hips up to let me know to keep going.
I shove my cock in deeper and harder. I want to hear her moan and cry for me and only me. She is arching her back and clutching at my body like she’s afraid I’m going to leave right here and now. And I feel terrible that I made her feel that way. I only want to make her feel good.
“I’m sorry,” I moan against her skin as I drive into her even harder. “I’m sorry.”
I pick up her leg and put it on my shoulder, making her mouth fall open as she lets out a loud cry.
“Oh fuck, Five…” she screams.
Just hearing that is almost enough to make me come, but I want more and so I ram into her harder and faster until her loud moans match the rhythm of my fucking. I want to fill her up again, make her mine again, and listen to my name emanating from her mouth in long sobs.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, and I can’t even stop myself. It’s all I can think as I desperately thrust into her, as hard as I dare without hurting her.
I groan, closing my eyes, as I feel her hand in my hair, threading her fingers through it. Her touch feels so good and I let her pull my face down to hers so she can kiss me again. I love the way she kisses me.
“I’m yours,” she responds before throwing her head back, exposing her neck, and I want to leave more marks on that beautiful skin, but I resist this time.
Instead, I bury my face in between her neck and shoulder and keep fucking her. She’s writhing and clawing at my back and she’s on the edge of coming. So, I keep doing what I’ve been doing and pound into her hard and relentlessly. She reaches down between us to finger her clit and the sight and feel of that is too much, because holy fuck, is that hot.
“Oh shit, baby, I’m…” I groan loudly as I unload inside of her at the same time she is shaking and shuddering beneath me.
Afterwards, when we’re both gasping for air, I pull out but I don’t move off of her. I want to stay right here, with her legs and arms wrapped tightly around me, feeling her breath against my neck and her fingers tracing over my skin. I’m so filled with every emotion imaginable and I don’t even know what to say or do. So, I say the only thing I can think of that might somehow convey everything.
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, my mouth pressed against her sweat-damp shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I tell her as I move to her face, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, and her forehead. “I’m sorry,” I confess as I lay my head on her chest and close my eyes against the hot tears I can feel forming behind my eyelids.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
I’m chanting it like it’s somehow going to erase all of the things I have done. And not just to her. I’m sorry for so many things I can’t even name them all. But once I start saying it, I can’t stop and I’m just so fucking sorry for everything in my goddamn life. And I know it’s not going to change anything, or change the kind of person I was and still am. I know that. Still, it keeps rising out of me, taking on a life of its own, and I can’t seem to stop.
“I’m sorry…”
“Five, it’s ok. Five, look at me.”
I finally shut up and open my eyes to look at her.
“It’s going to be ok,” she says softly. “We’re going to be ok.”
I don’t even know what to say to that because I want to believe it so badly, but it’s just so hard to. I nod my head and kiss her lips and move off of her so I can lie next to her instead. When I pull her to me, her back to my chest, I feel the best I’ve ever felt. I still don’t know how to do this, or how to fix things, or what tomorrow is going to bring. But I’m going to stay this time, I know that much.
She is my weakness and my strength and everything that makes me whole. She is finally mine.
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Hey bestie! I just wanted to say that I love your work and the way you write Steve Harrington. Idk if you have something like this yet, but could you write something where both reader and Steve are super busy, always on opposite schedules. They are both getting kind of sick of it/sad about it until Steve does something to surprise reader :)
I hope you have a lovely day and that your writers block goes away :)
More Certain than Ever [s.h]
summary : This past month you haven’t had any time with your boyfriend. You were both used to being busy, but this was different. Finally no longer able to take it anymore, you quit your job. When Steve hears about it, he decides to ask you a serious question sooner than he planned to.  
pairings : Steve Harrington x Reader
warnings : None, just tooth rotting domestic fluff. Reader uses she/her pronouns. No use of Y/N. Dialogue heavy. Kind of dual POV.  (if I missed anything let me know!)
word count : 2,100
AO3 (x)
a/n : Thank you so much for the request! I rewrote this like three times and edited it twice, so that’s why it took a week to post.
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This past month was horrible. Your manager at the movie theater had fired the girl you were usually scheduled with, so now your shifts were twice as long. Used to, you had a six hour shift early in the morning. Halfway through your shift was when Jennifer would clock in for the start of the afternoon. You'd get off at two while she worked the slow half of the evening alone. Now, however, you were handling your usual shift as well as Jennifer's all alone. Busy working from eight to eight five days a week, you were overwhelmed. You were doing too much for one person to handle at work, beyond tired when you came home, and missing your boyfriend. 
Usually you'd go to Family Video when you got off work to visit Steve on his lunch break. His schedule was less consistent than yours, but the two of you always found a way to have time to see each other. Except now that Jennifer is gone, the two of you were struggling to spend time together. Even your days off weren't lining up. When you weren't working, you were busy cleaning your apartment, trying to catch up on both chores and sleep. You were upset that you never had time to be with Steve. The two of you were trying to find ways around your conflicting schedules. 
Once home, you'd eat something simple that required minimal effort before showering. Just as you finish getting into bed, the phone you'd moved into your room would ring. You'd quickly answer, mumbling a happy greeting before being overcome by a yawn. You and Steve would talk for a bit, with you mainly managing to stay awake for twenty minutes listening to Steve's voice telling you about his day at work. Managing to say a quiet 'love you’ before fully falling asleep was an accomplishment. Come morning, you'd hear Steve's steady breaths coming down the line as your alarm was beeping. You'd wish him a good day before returning your receiver to its cradle.
Feeling just as tired as when you went to bed, you got ready for work and left for your shift. You were hating how this job had begun to make you feel. It was the start of a new week. A week to be filled with twelve hour days, an hour both to and from the theater, two hours to try and relax at home, and a restless night's sleep before repeating everything the next day? It was crushing you. You felt like if one more thing happened, you'd simply fall apart. 
"You're here!” Your manager exclaimed. "I need to talk to you.”
You gave your best customer-service smile, "Sure thing, what do you need?”
“Well, I need to adjust your hours.”
You raised your brows, surprised by what you just heard. "Okay?”
"Perfect! So for a few days you'll be coming in at six, and you'll also need to stay until ten so that I–”
"No.” You bluntly interrupt while reaching for your name tag.
Your manager’s friendly demeanor instantly faded away. "No?”
“No,” you hand her your name tag. "I quit.”
"You can't quit. I'll accept a two weeks, but–”
"That's not necessary. I quit,” you turn on your heel and walk out.
Hearing your manager shouting the start of many different sentences after you was satisfying. Walking through the doors, knowing you’d never return as anything other than a customer, was satisfying. You were excited and unsure about what to do now that you finally had some time to yourself again. With a smile, you began heading toward Family Video. 
The bell rang as you opened the door, Robin’s hair popping up above a shelf of movies as she stood, greeting you. You walked toward her, excited to see your friend. 
“Hi,” you said as you turned the corner of the aisle. 
“I thought you had to work, what are you doing here?” She exclaimed while pulling you into a tight hug. 
Your excited laughter slipped out, “I sort of did something, and now I’m no longer working at the movies.” 
“What happened?” Robin gasped, pulling you to sit behind the counter with her. 
You explained what happened this morning while she began the process of rewinding tapes. The more you spoke, the more Robin commented about how ridiculous your old manager was. You knew the way you were being treated at the movies since Jennifer was fired wasn’t great, but you didn’t realize just how bad things had gotten until you were explaining it. 
“With how long I’ve been working twice as many hours I have some time before I absolutely need to be hired. I’ll be able to apply to some jobs while being able to actually wait to hear back,” you thought aloud. “I also just paid my rent for the month, so I don’t have to worry about that either right now.”
"Oh!” Robin quickly stood. "Keith just put a sign up,  we're hiring! You could work here!”
“You think? I feel like I should mention it to Steve at least.”
Robin grabbed your shoulders and shook you slightly, “He would love it! He's been so mopey this entire month. He misses you, and he hated how overworked you've been. We'll both tell Keith how good a worker you are, and that you literally quit working at the movies. There's no way you wouldn't get it!” She rambled excitedly.
"Okay,” you put a hand up. "I'll fill out an application, and I can bring it up to Steve later today.”
Robin clapped, grabbing the clipboard of application forms. 
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Steve tripped over his own feet while rushing out his house. He slammed the car door closed, cringing at how rough he was being on his baby. He had to ignore the awful feeling slamming the door caused as he was late to his shift. He was pushing the speed limit his entire drive to Family Video, prepared to apologize profusely to Robin. Only slightly haphazard in his parking, Steve shrugged on his vest while entering.
"I'm sorry,” he says while heading to the back to clock in. "My alarm clock died.”
Robin waved away his concern, "It's fine.”
"Like it's plugged in, but not on–wait. What do you mean it's fine?”
"I mean it's fine. Quiet morning, your girlfriend came in looking for you, she filled out an application, she left after a while, and the tape rewinder broke again.”
Steve stood still, trying to process everything Robin just said. "She came by? Is she okay? What happened?”
Guiding Steve to sit down, Robin rubbed his shoulder, "She's fine. Everything's alright. She quit the theater, and I suggested she apply here. She's going to talk to you about it, not wanting to step on your toes. I got her to apply anyway, then we hung out for like twenty minutes. She said she was going to head home and ‘sleep until there's no more movies.’”
"She always hated working there,” Steve mumbled.
"Yeah?”
Nodding, a soft smile creeps up. "She's not a fan of most new movies. And she hates popcorn. But she liked seeing how excited people would get after watching a movie.”
"She's a good one," Robin nudges his side. 
Steve nodded, thinking. He was getting off early today. He could go see you after so much of your lives not lining up the way it used to. 
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Steve patted his pockets, making sure he had everything before grabbing the brown bag from the back seat. He took the stairs up to your apartment two at a time. Biting his lip, he knocked on your door. He heard a banging noise before your muffled shout that you were coming. His heart melted as the door opened, revealing a sleepy sight. Your hair was messier than you ever let him see, his sweatshirt was engulfing your frame, and your sleep shorts barely peeked out from the bottom of the sweatshirt. The surprise on your face made him chuckle as a wave of pink slowly flooded your cheeks.
“I brought lunch,” Steve says in a daze, focused on your sleepy appearance.
You grabbed his hand, pulling him into your apartment. You set the bag on the coffee table before hugging him. Feeling your arms around him pulled Steve from his stupor. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, gently swaying you both side to side. 
“I've missed you,” Steve whispers.
“I missed you, too. How are you?” You pull back slightly to look at him closer. “You seem tired.”
“So do you,” Steve counters.
He watches as you nod, gesturing to the couch. “I couldn’t be bothered to walk all the way to bed after double checking I locked the door.”
“I couldn’t sleep,” he admits. “I’d try but it just wasn't happening. So I listened to your breaths. Eventually it would allow me to sleep, knowing you were right there and safe. But my alarm didn't go off today, so I was late. Robin told me how I had just missed you once I finally clocked in.”
You walked to the couch, pulling Steve to sit beside you. He tugged you into his side, leaning back against the couch. You curled into him with a hum. 
“I quit today,” you state. “Finally.”
Steve nods, “So I hear. And you applied at Family Video. What happened?”
Your shrug feels stiff against Steve's side. “I just walked in, hadn't even clocked in yet, when I was being told I was getting more hours. I was sick of it, and I just quit. I didn't even let her say anything after that really. She tried to tell me I couldn't quit, that it was for a few days, but I was done. Last time something was for a few days put me at twice my hours for the month. So I walked out as she tried to make it be my two weeks.”
Steve squeezes you tighter against his side. “I’m proud you quit. I've been worried about you.”
“I know, and I'm sorry. And I applied at Family Video when I came to see you, but it was just Robin and she talked me into it. I mean, I like the idea of us working together but don't want to be too much.”
“You could never be too much. In fact,” Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, “I have an idea.” He places the box into your lap. “I know it's only been six months, and this past one has only been tired phone calls, but I want you to move in with me. I was going crazy without seeing you this entire month, and I think Robin’s tired of me complaining about how much I miss you.”
“Yes,” you kiss him. “I would love to live with you.”
Steve held you close, kissing you passionately. When you pulled away for air a yawn escaped. Steve stood, holding a hand out to help you up.
“C'mon, I think we need to finish that nap,” Steve smiled. 
You weakly protest as he pulls you up. "But the food, and we need to figure everything out, then there's–”
“Absolutely nothing that can't wait,” Steve promised while guiding you to bed. "We can eat when we wake up. We can share my room, or you can choose a room. Your lease here has been month-to-month since your original twelve-month agreement came to term. And I would love to work with you, you're more qualified than I am. Plus, Robin really wants you there too.”
You lay down, facing Steve. Your eyes scan his face intensely, trying to find any doubt. He looks sure. You think about how miserable you've been the past month. Knowing Steve felt much the same was reassuring. You'd never felt as comfortable nor certain about anything or anyone the way you do with Steve.
"Are you sure?” You timidly ask.
Steve cups your cheeks, holding your gaze. “I've never been more certain about anything.”
"Same here," you admit. "It's a plan. Sounds like you've thought about everything.”
Steve's cheeks flushed, “I was going to ask in a few months, but this past month made me want to ask you sooner. I was going to wait until you were off Friday, but then today happened. And it seemed perfect.”
You smiled, knowing how deeply Steve feels. “What else have you thought about?”
"Well…”
You and Steve fell asleep to plans of the future and many promises each of you wanted to fulfill together.
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