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sinshinelennypops · 29 days

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Masky/Tim Wright x Reader {SFW}

A creepypasta/Marble Hornets fanfic. It is mostly SFW but can be a bit suggestive (no smut, don't worry). Read at your own risk. The full booklet can be found on Ao3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43587606/chapters/109835188

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Ah, yes, it's finally time for one of the manor's monthly sleepovers.

You see, ever since you became a proxy, you didn't expect things in the manor to be so lighthearted. Shopping trips, friendly family style dinners, and monthly sleepovers in the living room made things almost bearable. You've already had the pleasure of attending three so far, this one being your fourth. You've witnessed many dumb things during these slumber parties. It's everyone's chance to get absolutely hammered in participate in dumb games like Truth or Dare.

Tonight, you and the gang were already knee deep in another game. Jeff was just dared to go the rest of the game shirtless, Toby had to share his deepest sexual fantasy, and Brian had a makeshift tattoo sleeve because he was dared to let people draw on him. This was great. Everyone was at least somewhat drunk at this point.

You smiled as you looked around the room at everyone, until your eyes fell on Tim. God, he's adorably hot. Usually he's so stressed and tired, but right now he was just so perfect. He was laughing and chatting with everyone else, a soft blush on his cheeks from the alcohol. His hair was extra fluffy from all of the dares he had gone through tonight, most involving him proving his physical skills. You couldn't deny that Tim was your favorite part of these sorts of activities. Seeing him be able to relax and have fun just like everyone else was always a relief.

You blinked as he made eye contact with you, and you had to quickly look away, sipping at the beer in your hand sheepishly. For a moment, you felt all fluttery, his gaze lingering on you for just a few seconds before someone spoke up.

"Alright, alright, enough shit talking!" Jeff said loudly as he grabbed everyone's attention. "It's my turn and I choose.. Tim!" He pointed to the dark haired man to accentuate his point. "Truth or dare?"

Tim tilted his head back as he thought, closing his eyes for a moment. His mind was beginning to get all fuzzy from the two cans of beer he had already drank. "Ah.. Uh.. Dare, I guess," he said with a shrug as he ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at Jeff challengingly, smirking. "Hit me with your best shot, Woods," he sneered.

Jeff chuckled deviously, leaning forward slightly as if attempting to intimidate his poor victim. "Alright, I dare you to.." He trailed off, glancing around the room before his eyes landed on you. Unfortunately, he knew about your little crush on the manor's most notorious killer, and planned on using it against you as pay back for earlier shenanigans. "I dare you to show (Y/N) a good time."

A collective gasp went through the room, then it was silent. "What?" Tim asked softly, surprised as he glanced between you and Jeff. "Why.. Why would I do that?" Thank god he was already blushing or this would've been very awkward..

"You heard me. I see you two getting all cute and shit. I'm giving you an opening to have some fun~" Jeff teased, cackling afterwards. Tim felt the tips of his ears burning up from how much he was blushing. "Well, I mean, uh.. How the fuck would I even do that?" he asked quietly, keeping his gaze down as you squirmed a little from being put on the spot.

"7 minutes in heaven, of course!" Jeff responded while frowning. "Look, if it's too much, I can pick a different dare," he added while flopping back against the plush couch, bringing his drink up to his lips. He still seemed very smug about calling you two out. A few giggles started to bounce around the room as Tim hesitated. He glanced at you desperately, his expression apologetic. He mouthed the words "do you want to?" and your heart skipped a beat.

Your heart was racing and you felt all fluttery as you gave a vague nod in response. "Ok, ok, everybody hold your fuckin horses!" Tim growled as he put his hands up defensively. "I'll do it," he grumbled, glancing around at the group. Toby looked absolutely baffled. "W-Whoa! You're gonna do it?" the brunette asked curiously, a smirk coming to his scarred face afterwards. Jeff looked absolutely pumped. "Fuck yeah! I knew my wing man skills would come in handy!"

"Set a timer," Tim growled as he stood up, putting his beer on the coffee table and extending a hand towards you. "Oh, we will," Brian responded as he watched you two. "Go on, have some fun, we'll continue the game without you." He waved you guys off.

Tim looked absolutely flustered as he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you away while the others giggled at your situation then got back to their game. "Fuckin stupid losers, trying to help me get laid.." he grumbled, causing you to blink in surprise. Was this all a big ploy to make you guys get close? How many people had this planned?

He dragged you to one of the hall closets and pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you. "Alright, so uh.. Look, I'm gonna be honest with you. I really, really like you, buut I don't want you to feel pressured, alright? If you wanna screw around, we can but otherwise.. Let's just uh.. Sit, I guess," Tim muttered as he sat down against the wall, keeping his gaze down so you couldn't see his face. Not like you could see much of anything anyway. It was dark as hell.

"Uh.. I guess.. We could sit," you mumbled as you sat down next to him. You still felt all fuzzy, but maybe it was because you had been drinking. It felt very tense and awkward now.

After what felt like forever, Tim spoke up. "Soo uh.. Besides this bullshit, are you enjoying tonight?" he asked quietly as he glanced towards you. His eyes adjusted to the dark much faster than yours did, probably because he's used to being in places like this.

"Oh! I'm having a ton of fun!" you responded with a smile, causing him to sigh in relief. "Well, good. We like to keep morale up, especially during times like this," he said with a light chuckle. What he meant by that, you didn't know. He always spoke pretty vaguely. You scrunched your nose slightly as you scooted closer, hesitantly leaning your head on his shoulder. He jumped a little at the sudden contact but didn't push you away.

"Crazy things happen at these slumber parties, huh?" you asked as you slowly moved one of your hands to his, feeling him tense again. "Ah, yeah, all kinds of stuff.." he mumbled, thankful for the darkness so you couldn't see how red his face was. "What's the dumbest thing you've seen happen?" you questioned, trying to keep the conversation going so it wouldn't feel so awkward again.

Tim chuckled and tilted his head back against the wall. "Oh, I've seen plenty of things happen," he started as you zoned out, slowly brushing you thumb over his knuckles as he spoke. You didn't really know what he was going on about but you enjoyed the sound of his voice and his soft laughs. You smiled as you slowly moved onto his lap, straddling him. "Keep talking," you whispered when he stumbled on his words.

You chuckled softly as his voice got all shaky, but he continued his rambling as you had requested. You hummed to yourself, leaning in and gently pressed a kiss against his neck, earning a shudder in response. His hands moved up and rested on your hips, lightly squeezing and encouraging you to continue.

"Come on, pretty boy, keep talking," you muttered against his skin, moving your head and pressing another kiss to his jaw. His breath hitched and he nodded, trying to focus on his story as you trailed kisses up and down his neck, careful to not overstep any boundaries. You were both drunk and fuzzy, so you didn't want to take things too far. Besides, you enjoyed this. Just being close and getting to kiss him and make him all fluttery.

"More?" he asked suddenly, one hand moving up your back while the other caressed your side. "More?" you repeated, smirking against his neck. You chuckled and lightly sunk your teeth into his skin, causing him to let out a low groan. "Thank you.." he mumbled, blushing like crazy. You felt your face heat up, your blush dipping lower down your body at his sounds.

You pulled away after that and looked up at his drunken expression. He cupped your face with one hand, causing your eyes to go wide as he leaned closer, your noses almost touching. Your breath caught in your throat and you squeaked in surprise as he pulled you into a kiss, his eyes closing in the process. You instinctively kissed back, your hands moving up and combing through his soft hair. One moved down his face, tracing over his sideburn and jaw.

Before things could get heated, there was a knock at the door and you both groaned in annoyance. Tim pulled back from the kiss, clearly annoyed. "Fuck.. I guess we can continue this later?" he asked softly, watching your expression fall. "Orrr I can tell them to fuck off?" he offered. He moved you to the side, leaning his weight against you slightly as he glared at the door. "Go away, we're busy!" he shouted, earning a laugh in response. "Ok, have fun!" Jeff responded as his footsteps descended.

Tim huffed then moved back so he could see your face. Before he could get a word in, you kissed him again, this time more needy and desperate with your actions. Not that he was complaining. He was sort of glad that Jeff dared him to do this..

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returntosaturn271995 · 7 months

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September 30th: 5 K (the prequel)

Rainy days have a folksy ambiance to them in beach towns. The sky is a bright grey with slivers of white gold sun bouncing off the ocean.

They also happen to be my favorite days to run as I hit a completely doable 5 K today, exactly a week before the race. I cried staring into the ocean that was so hauntingly beautiful it looked like the setting of a lesbian period piece. You know, if there weren't so many stoner surfers bobbing around with their stupid waterproof watches.

Two days ago I was only able to get to 2.6 miles, with stops, due to my shin splints. I was worried I wouldn't even be able to run next week and have to admit that I couldn't hit a pretty reasonable goal.

Today I went non-stop at a faster pace.

I promised myself it would be an easy run, and on my body it was. My head wouldn't shut up. That's what I'm working with and against.

Holy hell if that hasn't been a metaphor for everything lately.

I thought I was going too slow at multiple points, sure that I was going at a 12-minute pace when I was actually going 9. Going 9 felt really slow. It still required effort and conscious relaxation. It required fortitude, love, and a sense of humor.

It did not, nor will it ever, require "PUSH PUSH, GRIND YOU LITTLE BITCH, KEEP GOING, KEEP GRINDING".

I do not grind. I flow. Too much screaming and I want to sit poutily and light a cigarette (and I don't even smoke).

Instead, a voice that didn't belong to a mean P.E. coach (or let's be real, my dad), pulled me forward instead of pushing. "You can absolutely do this, just keep breathing and moving through it. Relax your shoulders, breathe into your stomach, you can jog, just keep going. If you go slow, that just means you ran for longer."

Is 3.1 miles in 25-30 minutes a big deal? No. But it's a huge fucking deal to me. My royal blue "Pacific Beach 5 K and half marathon" tank top and placard came in the mail and they're mine. I'm just a regular running chick. That's exciting.

I also hit 39.1 (because the .1 counts more than you'll ever know) miles this month. 63 K. Over 6 hours of running. I'm going to be proud of that. I have to let myself be proud of that or what's the point?

At 23, I would have taken a knock and cried in bed, hurting and hating myself. At 28, I stretch and exercise before crying and then pay for my own Outback Steakhouse LIKE A WOMAN.

My mind keeps circling back to my therapy challenge for this month. Why do I feel like a certain level of self-compassion is self-delusion? 23-year-old me deserved to be held and told she could handle things in smaller steps, and that it's human to feel overwhelmed and unworthy. She needed the voice to pull her forward into little tasks and goals instead of the scary coach making everything into a race that felt impossible to win.

Standing under the gorgeous pier with actual tears in my eyes, I saw a family of four, two little girls, taking photos. Passing the condos I saw a truly iconic MILF in her late 40s sipping red wine with a tasteful taupe poncho off a tanned shoulder, sitting at a marble table with long nails and blown-out hair.

The showers where I normally wash the sand off my toes were broken so I held my Asics in my right hand and walked bare-foot and red-faced up the pier. Were men staring at my abs or judging me for being barefoot? What's delulu and what's trulu? (If you're reading this in the future that's a super trendy joke FYI. I am a woman of the times.)

Either way, fuck 'em.

Then it started raining. It cleaned off my feet and ruined an already pretty-fucked up ponytail. I didn't care. It was warm rain, the kind that sprinkles you with kisses and hides the occasional tear.

I felt like I had done something right. And often oh god I feel so wrong.

Of course that was therapy question number 2.

Who would you be if you didn't believe something was wrong with you?

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jojothaho · 3 years

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Three Too Many. Ken Ryuguji.

Word Count: 1.8k

Bartender!Draken x Fem!SingleMom!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Vaginal Penetration, Unprotected Sex, Cursing, Creampie, Mentions of Pregnancy, Drinking, Bad Parenting.

A/n: Just a draft that I was supposed to write weeks ago.

Taglist: @sukunasbabymama

Minors DNI

Just one more drink, then I'll go home. That was what you told yourself on your second cocktail, and it's what you've been telling yourself for the past hour.

It didn't help you had two kids waiting for you to get home, but that didn't matter, not when you were drunk. And definitely not when you were staring at the finest piece of man-candy you've ever seen in your life.

Draken, his name that you read from his tag, was working the bar, looking absolutely delicious while preparing drinks for patrons. You glanced down at the bottom of the glass in your hands and decided you needed a new one. And you knew just the employee to get it from.

✿.

"What can I do for you ma'am?"

"Mmmmm, cann I get, *hic*, a blueberry mojito?"

Your sentence came out slurred and rushed, prompting Draken to halt your drink preparations.

"And how many drinks have you had tonight?"

"Hmm, I stopped, *hic*, counting afterr 5."

"It's against policy to let costomers drink more than 7."

"Hehe, what's yourr policy on, hot momsss?"

The look he shot you was full of concern, but you could care less, you lost your inhibitions somewhere around your third cocktail. "Then I think that's even more reason for you to stop drinking."

You leaned over the counter and whispered, "no, it's okay, they're with a sitter right now." Biting your lip, you added, "so that means I'm free for the next few hours if you wanna have some fun?"

Draken raised his eyebrow, "Cute attempt, but I'm working right now." Though his tone was stern, the look he was giving you said something completely different.

You giggled before resting your head on the cool marble of the bar. Closing your eyes, you teased, "well thenn, you havee other customers to, *hic*, take care of." You couldn't see him, but you swear you could feel his eyes lingering on you. "Yeah, you're right."

✿.

"Hey."

You didn't know when you fell asleep, but when you came to, Draken was at your side, shaking you awake.

"Hehe, you're on the wrong side of the bar, Mr. bartender?"

"I'm not in my uniform anymore, am I?"

Upon further inspection, he was right, in place of his uniform was a long patterned jacket. He leaned down and whispered, "since I'm not working anymore, does your offer still stand?"

You bit your lip, smiling. "Well then, yes. My offer still stands."

✿.

Draken slammed you against the door, his hands fondling you, everywhere and nowhere at the same time. "Draken wai-" "Take off your fucking clothes, now," he growled, his command igniting goosebumps over the flesh of your neck. You did as told, stripping bare for him as he watched. Once you were free of your clothes, He guided you to the bed and pushed you gently, causing you to fall back.

You plopped down on the plush comforter of his bed with a thump, your breasts bouncing on impact. You knew he had seen. Heat had begun to collect in the core of your stomach, all because of that damn gaze. Feeling bold, you looked up at him, "aren't you a little overdressed?" His eyes were dark and clouded with lust, and they were enough to excite you ten times over. In response, he slipped off his shirt and walked to the edge of the bed, "I'll take the rest off after you cum."

Before you could respond, he grabbed the underside of your calves and hoisted them over his shoulders. Surprise glossed over your features, and over your pussy; Which was now inches from Draken's face.

"Ah- Put me down Draken!" Since he was so tall, only your upper back and head touched the bed; The rest of your body hanging tense against his chest.

"What if I don't want to?" He was so close you could feel his warm breath on your glistening cunt. God, you felt like you were going to explode.

He wrapped one arm around your waist, and the other gripped your thigh, locking you in place. "Mmm, so pretty and pink. And wet just for me."

You nibbled on your lip, both nervous and hungry for what he would do next. "Nnn, you're talking too much." Draken chuckled low and deep, the sound reverberating throughout your entire body. Without warning, he licked a stripe up your pussy before delving into your folds, eliciting sounds from your body that you never knew you could make.

Never in your life had a man eaten you out like this; The way he transitioned between tongue fucking and sucking on your clit was mind-bending; Your pussy didn't stand a chance.

You were completely and utterly helpless, moaning and jerking around in the air, searching for friction that never came. Draken's grip was tight and unwavering, forcing you to just hang there and take it. How cruel, putting you in this position.

You came in under three minutes, forcefully creaming all over his chin and lips. He lapped at your oversensitive slit, not wasting a drop of your essence. "I'm flattered, but wasn't that a little quick?" When you didn't respond, his smugness only intensified.

"Aw, your so silent now? What happened to that fire from earlier?" Soberish you would've had something witty to say, but how could you when your head was spinning with such pleasure and intoxication?

He released his hold on you and you slid down, your legs landing on either side of him. As promised, he shed the rest of his clothes, his swollen member springing up once freed from the confines of his boxers.

Your eyes went wide when you saw his length, did he really expect to fit all of that inside of you? He chuckled when he noticed your expression, "what? Having second thoughts?" You had to bite back a moan, how could someone be so sexy?

He moved away, rummaging around in the nightstand beside his bed. When you saw the rubber in between his fingers, you shook your head vehemently, "no, don't use one."

"Oh? You want another kid?" He smirked, and your faced burned with embarrassment at the implication, but when you thought about it, the idea didn't seem so bad. "N-no, that's not it, I just don't like the feeling of condoms."

Draken discarded the condom and leaned over your body, "alright, but don't get mad at me when you get knocked up, yeah?"

He leaned back, pressing his tip against your sopping folds.

"Count down from five."

"Huh?"

"Shh, just do it."

"Five, four, thr-."

On three, he snapped his hips against your ass, the stretch of his cock sobering you instantly. "D-draken!" You cried out, black lines forming in the corners of your vision. Draken licked the top of his teeth and fucked into you harder, your cries only spurring him on. "That's right ma, keep making those beautiful sounds for me." Pain and pleasure weren't separate anymore, this night, they had molded and contorted together, just like your bodies had.

He picked up his pace, rubbing circles into your puffy clit, pushing you closer and closer to your peak. "Mmph, feels s-o good!" Draken's cock had efficiently stupefied you; reducing you to a drooling, mindless mess.

Draken knew you were close, he could feel you clenching around his length. So he sped his pace up again, angling his member so that it kissed your cervix with every thrust, snapping the coil of your orgasm.

"Go ahead, cum now Y/n."

Your back arched off the bed, your walls pulsing around him, sucking him impossibly deeper into your cunt. You couldn't even ride your orgasm out before Draken pulled out and flipped you on your side, throwing one leg over his shoulder.

His tip was flushed, red and slightly bruised from abusing your cervix. But if you thought he was going to stop here, you were poorly mistaken. He pressed back into you, his member slipping right in, squelching against the residue of your last two orgasms. "How lewd," Draken whispered into the skin of your calf, his statement almost inaudible over the sounds of your mewls.

"F-fuck! Do you ever stop?" You moan-yelled at him, your body still tense and shaky from your previous release. "You asked for fun ma, so the fun doesn't end until I cum." To emphasize his statement, he gave an extra rough thrust, biting your cervix and threatening to make you cum all over again.

You extended your arm towards him, beckoning him closer as he pumped into your wet heat. "D-draken, kiss me." You whined, hungry for his lips on yours.

He obliged, dipping his head and kissing you. The kiss was sloppy; Your mouths open as you swirled your tongues together, exploring each other. It was intoxicating, and your head spun with such fever as spit dripped down your chin.

Draken continued to sink into your heat at a frenzied pace, sowing the strings of your orgasm with every push of his hips. "Dra-ken, I'm ab-out to c-um!" You whimpered, breath hitching in between his sharp ruts. "Ken." He grunted. "H-huh?" "Call me, fuck! Ken."

"Ken!" You wailed his name as your third climax hit, your walls clenching and spasming around his girth, enabling him to reach his own orgasm. You felt him thrust unevenly inside you a few more times before the hot rush of his release filled you, painting your insides white.

"Good girl." Ken praised you, his voice a breathless whisper as he pulled out and fell beside you. You could feel your cum mixing together and oozing out of you. Never in your 7 years of marriage had your ex-husband made you feel this content, or given you this many rounds.

You nuzzled Ken's bare chest, the effects of your exertion seeping into your skin and lulling you into slumber. Your weighted lids began to shut, your body fading into bliss, until it hit you, fuck.

You sat up immediately, attempting to roll out of bed, and failing when Ken wrapped his arms around you.

"You're hurting my pride ma. I just fucked you three times, and you're moving." You fell back onto the bed and sighed, your sleepiness overtaking you once more.

"Fuck, I forgot about my kids, I can't leave them with the sitter overnight." Ken released his hold on you and sat up, reaching for his pants.

"Hmm, okay. What's your address."

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oligbia · 3 years

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Birthday Boy

Mirio X Reader

NSFW, Fem!Reader

for mirio's birthday event

A/N: I will say, i'm not huge on this one. It was really rambly at the start but idk i kinda liked it. I do like the slight fem!dom vibe i had. Idk, my straight smut still isn't good but it'll get better with practice. as always with anything- feedback is much appreciated <3

Mirio was the light of your life. He was the most beautiful sculpture, muscles toned and carved from a fine marble, each scar on his body telling a story. He had a soul that radiated love. He wanted everyone around him to feel loved- and you always felt loved with him. Everyday he loved you was like an adventure. He kept you on your toes, but would never let you down. He showered you in love and praises. He snuggled you in the morning, kissed you goodbye before work, caressed your hand during dinner, and held you close at night. You knew how much he loved you- but you wanted to make sure he knew how much you loved him.

With the summer heat of mid-July, you find yourself inside a lot more. This, however, presented you the perfect opportunity to think on what you would do for your precious boy’s birthday! You had asked Mirio a few different times what he planned to do or what he wanted, and most of the time he would wave you off with a “Just spending time with you is the best gift, Sunshine!”, but that wasn’t good enough to you. But, enough planning and one online shopping order later, and you had finally figured out the best gift.

It started with a dinner out, as most of your dates did. You had made reservations for a lovely, upscale type place. It was honestly very much out of you and Mirio’s comfort zones, but when Mirio saw you wearing such a nice evening gown, he was sold. The way the fabric draped over your body, hugging your curves, just about drove him up the wall. He looked good himself, of course. His light grey button-up and suspenders gave him a classy look, the way the sleeves were rolled up to his sleeves was downright sexy. Easy enough to say, the two of you made for an attractive couple. Mirio swore up and down you looked much better than him, complementing your dress over and over. What he didn’t know, however, was that he hadn’t even seen the best part.

After such an extravagant dinner, Mirio opened the door to your shared apartment. He smiled as he held your hips gently, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. He tasted like sunshine and champagne. “Thank you for the dinner plans, sweetheart. It was an amazing birthday.”

Your hands fell from his neck to his shoulders as you looked up into his eyes. “Don’t thank me yet Miri’ I have another present for you.” You smirked at him as he smiled back down at you, clueless as always.

“Does this plan include snuggle time?”

You squirmed from his grasp. “Maybe, just. . .go wait in bed for me and I’ll be there in a second, okay?”

Mirio looked puzzled but nodded. You watched as he headed down the hall for the bedroom, whistling some song the two of you listened to on the way home. Once you knew he was gone, you grabbed the package you had been hiding from him in the coat closet. Taking it to the bathroom, you removed the contents and shimmed out of your gown.

The outfit you bought online was the best damn thing you had ever seen. It was a beautiful bra and panty set that had a print resembling Mirio’s own hero costume. It hugged your hips and pushed your breasts together in such a way you looked so sexy it was sinfully, so sinful it would make a nun wet.

When you approached the bedroom, Mirio was hanging something up in your shared closet, back facing you. You cleared your throat to gather his attention. You wished you had a camera to capture the way he looked at you, you really did. His eyes blew wide as he bit his bottom lip.

“Holy fuck, baby-” Mirio practically lunged at you, nearly tripping over the chest at the end of your bed in the process. His hands wandered up and down your sides, fingers caressing the skin of your stomach.

“Happy Birthday, Lemillion,”

“Oh it is a happy birthday for sure- Oh my god.” His hands took rest on your waist, pulling you into him as he kissed you in a feverish rush. You couldn’t help the giggles that fell from your lips when his hands began to wander to the plush of your ass. His kisses were sloppy, sucking on your bottom lip now and then. His kisses migrated down to your jawline and to your neck. He left open mouth kisses along your neck, groaning as he grabbed at your ass with his large hands.

“You look...so pretty... Just for me, princess,” he spoke between kisses. Your hands wandered into his hair, tugging at it. Your combined moans float around the room like music. His hands wander back to your waist as he pulls you back onto the bed with him. Pulling his head back from your collarbones, he pouts.

“Baby, it's your birthday, let me make you feel good please?” You wandered onto his lap, straddling his waist. Your hands wandered under his shirt, you lifted it up over his head and discarded it on the floor.

You swore his eyes turned to hearts with the total awe and lust he looked at you with when he nodded. To him, you were a goddess amongst mere mortals. He was fully prepared to bow at your feet and worship you. He would idolize you in your entirety, praising every inch of your body. Having you on top of him like this, eyes looking down at him was enough to convince him he had been sent to heaven. When your hands held his face, lips grazing across his jawline and throat, he felt like he was being touched by god herself. Each kiss you left on his collarbones and jawline felt like little blessings.

After abusing his neck and collarbones, leaving a plethora of lipstick stains and bruises, you pull back. “Miri’ baby, can I take these off please,” Your hands tug on his belt loops as you lean close to his ear, “I really want to ride your cock. Is that okay? Do you want me to ride that cock?”

Mirio nodded quickly. “I think that would be good...yes, please…I want you to,”

You giggled, “If the birthday boy insists-”

Mirio lifted his hips off the bed, letting you pull his pants off. They fell to his ankles, boxers following soon after. His member sprang out, precum leaking from the tip. Your hand took as much of it as you could, palming it. Mirio groaned, eyes shutting from your touch. Your own arousal was apparent against Mirio’s thigh.

“All this over me touching you?” You asked him, still handling his dick with your hands, running them up and down the length.

He rubbed his thigh against your still clothed folds, “I could say the same thing to you, hm?” Mirio chuckled as a moan slipped from your lips. You shot him a passive-aggressive ‘it's my turn to top,’ look, which only made him chuckle more. His giggles were stopped, however, when you started pumping his cock, his face turning red as his erection grew.

“That's a good boy,” You whispered, pumping his length. “Good boys get their birthday gifts, right?”

Mirio hummed in agreement as a slacked jaw moan escaped from his lips. He practically whimpered when you moved your hand off of his now fully erect member. You slipped your panties off, your pussy absolutely dripping. You ran your folds against his member, teasing him as your juices dripped onto him. He squirmed at the feeling, his breath hitching.

“Ready birthday boy?”

Mirio nodded, “Please...please get on baby,”

“Since you asked so nicely,” You lowered yourself down onto his length. Mirio was very much blessed in length and width. No matter how many times he had fucked you, filled you to the absolute brim, you still were never ready for the stretch his cock gave you. Moans and whimpers of gratitude fell from both of you when you finally bottomed out.

You began to grind against him, his cock filling you over and over. Mirio was simply overwhelmed by the way your pussy sucked him in, closing around his clock with every bounce on your body. The way your breasts were bouncing in front of his face, tits spilling over the bra with his logo on it left him speechless.

“B-baby please, you feel so good,” Mirio was nothing more than a mess of grunts and moans as he panted.

Your moans were fucking pornographic as you bounced on his dick, his length hitting your g-spot and filling you over and over again.

The both of you were so close, you could feel Mirio’s dick twitched as your bounces grew quicker and sloppier.

“Baby, baby- i’m gonna cum soon, keep bouncing like that,”

“Cum for me, sweetheart. It’s your birthday, you can cum in me- fuck Mirio. . .please cum in me. Please-”

You came before him, your juices covering his dick. Wet sounds echoed between the two of you as he grabbed your hips, ramming you more harshly onto his dick, lifting you back off. Mirio never meant to be rough with you, but it always just kind of happened. You moaned, your puffy folds still sensitive. A few more bounces and Mirio came inside you. His thick, white ropes covering your walls as a moan fell from his lips.

He pulled you into a long kiss. He pulled back, kissing your nose with a smile. Your hands moved the hair from his sweaty forehead. He looked at you with the same puppy dog eyes as he did every time he saw you. You rested your head against his chest, snuggling up against him.

“Good birthday?”

“Oh, the absolute best. Thank you, Sunshine. I love you so, so, much”

#{👑original works}#{🧁mirio's birthday nsfw}#mirio x reader #mirio togata #mirio fanfiction #mirio fluff #mirio headcanons #mirio x you #bnha mirio #mirio #mirio smut #lemillion #the last time i wrote mirio stuff it wouldn't show up in tags at all #please tumblr gods be on my side this time

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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CRASH

Pairing: FFXV! NYX ULRIC x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 2.050

Warnings: none;

Summary: One morning on your way to work, you crash into a cute guy not expecting seeing him again in the evening.

You were running late. Again. There was no way your boss would buy another lame excuse if you wouldn't hurry. Maybe, if one of the six would be with you, you still could make it on time. If you were fast. Well, faster than fast. Maybe fast like a chocobo…

You were so deep in your thoughts with your eyes glued at your phone that you barely noticed anything around you. You knew the way. Blindly. Flying down the different streets in the heart of the city for two years. You knew every single light signal, every street sign and every building by heart.

What you didn't know was that big rocks could suddenly emerge from the ground because as you ran into something it felt as if you were slamming straight into a massive wall made of stone. You bumped into it, bouncing back from the rock before you fell.

But there was no impact on the ground…

"Hey, it's okay. I got you. You can open your eyes.", a soft male voice spoke close to your ear.

Only then, you felt two strong arms embracing your waist. As you raised your gaze, you got greeted by ocean blue eyes filled with concern, "The… the rock can speak.", you breathed startled, '...And is handsome as hell.', you thought further.

"Excuse me, what did you say?", the man asked confusedly and checked on you. He had noticed that the impact had been hard, you were straight crashing into him with some kind of speed, but it shouldn't cause any real trouble for your health.

You shook your head quickly to get your mind under control again, "I- I'm sorry.", you breathed, showing the man, who steadied your stand, a huge smile, "Thanks for catching me so quickly."

"It was my pleasure- hey, where are you going?", the man asked surprised.

You were already back on your way, "I'm sorry. I have to go. But it was nice crashing into you.", you called out before you hurried down the street.

Nyx stepped forward, following you but stopped again as his feet kicked at something. A small smartphone slid over the stones of the pavement. Nyx caught it before it could fall on the street and would get hit by a car.

Without a second thought, Nyx ran after you, trying to catch up but as he turned the corner of a coffee shop, you were already out of sight.

***

"Hey, what is that? Fancy new phone?", Libertus asked as he sat next to his friend.

Once again, Nyx nudged the display to turn it on. A picture of you with a cat showed up. Your eyes were sparkling and your smile breathtakingly beautiful. Only the little box with the PIN request threw a shadow of the image, "Actually, I… I found it this morning. It's theirs.", he said and pointed at the picture that glowed up again.

Libertus turned the phone over, "Looks cute. Seems to have money if they can afford such an expensive thing."

"Yeah…", Nyx breathed and frowned. It was indeed the newest model and didn't even have one scratch. And even if he had been distracted by your eyes and smile, he had noticed your expensive looking clothes, your styled hair and even the fancy shoes.

"But… Why do you have their phone?", Libertus asked.

Nyx got brought back from the daydreaming about you, "They crashed into me this morning. I guess they were on their way to work because they left pretty fast. I found the phone on the ground and ran after them but they were already out of sight.", he explained.

"Have you tried to find a number?", Libertus asked.

Nyx chuckled dryly, turning on the display once again, pointing at it, "What do you think this is, huh?"

"A cat.", Libertus answered, not getting the reason behind the question.

Nyx leant back in his chair while running a hand over his face, "I meant the PIN. I need a PIN to unlock the phone or otherwise, I don't have access."

"Oh... Well, but maybe Pelna can help-"

"Glaives! Into the briefing room!", Captain Drautos called out and within seconds your phone disappeared back into the pocket of Nyx' uniform jacket.

Unfortunately, it stayed there for the rest of the day…

***

Nyx was bushed. Because everything was pretty calm at the moment with no new attacks on Insomnia by Niflheim, Nyx and the other Glaives should train to stay focused. At the end of the day, Nyx scuffed into the locker room completely exhausted. He sat down on a bench and raked his fingers through his hair to relax a little bit.

"Hey, Nyx! Libertus! Wanna stop at Yamachang's?", Luche asked.

Nyx nodded without looking up. To get something to eat and to drink would be nice after a full day of training.

"Haven't you forgotten something?", Libertus asked and nudged Nyx' shoulder.

"What do you mean?"

"The fancy phone you found? Or do you wanna keep it after all?", Libertus asked with a grin, knowingly exactly that Nyx wouldn't do something like this.

Nyx' head shot up as he remembered, "Fuck… I totally forgot the phone!", he whispered and jumped up.

"Where are you going?", Luche called out, looking confused after his friend.

"I have to find Pelna!"

***

Thirty minutes later, Nyx had the address of your place. Once again, Pelna had worked his magic when it came to technology and information. Very quickly, Pelna found out your name and that you lived in the heart of the city not far away from the point where you had crashed into Nyx.

So, Nyx was on his way to get to your place. He was sure you would be grateful to get your phone back. He cursed himself that he had forgotten about it the whole day and hoped you wouldn't be too mad.

Accompanied by many pedestrians which were going home or into bars, Nyx made his way through the streets and was taken aback as he found himself in front of one of these high, luxurious looking apartment buildings.

Maybe Libertus was right and you had indeed a lot of money. Nyx swallowed nervously as he stepped through the entrance. The lobby was decorated with a bunch of plants and framed paintings. Even a leather couch stood at one wall. His boots made soft noises on the marble floor.

A couple was staring at him suspiciously. People like Nyx weren't liked to be seen in such places. For everyone, it was okay that he and the others risked their lives to fight for safety but at the end of the day, the refugees should stay where they belonged: in the underground.

Nyx hurried over to a board with names and searched for yours. He found it quickly. You lived on the eight floor and moments later, Nyx stood in one of the elevators with mirrored walls and a golden handrail.

Nerve-wracking slowly, the elevator brought Nyx to the floor he wanted. There was something strange when he walked through buildings and streets like these. It wasn't just that he was an outsider for all of them. It was rather just not his world. Even back in Galahd, such luxury wasn't common and so, he felt misplaced.

Nyx walked down the hallway while taking out your phone. He looked at the shining material. This was your world. You lived like this and maybe you didn't even know something other than having money.

As he reached your door with the golden apartment number, Nyx just needed to knock. He could knock and you would open the door. Maybe accusing him of stealing your phone. Maybe yelling at him that he needed the whole day to bring you the phone back. Or, you would call him stalker because he had tracked you down.

One last time, Nyx turned on the display and looked at the cute picture of you with the cat in your arms. Both of you looked so happy. You looked so nice and sweet. And even this morning, you had been nice to Nyx. At least, you hadn't been unfriendly.

As the display went off again, Nyx saw his mirrored expression on the surface. He saw his tattoos and braids and knew that this was not his world. So, he did the only thing that came to his mind: placing the phone in front of your door and to leave.

"Minka, what is- you!", you said surprised as you opened the door, seeing the cute guy from the morning in front of you. The whole day, he had occupied your thoughts and now, he was there.

Nyx looked up and greeted you with a shy smile. You stood in your doorframe, holding the door in your hand before you opened it even a bit more, "Hey, uhm… I- I found your phone this morning. You know...after our crash.", he stammered and presented the smartphone in his hands to you.

You stared at him and then at his hand for several moments before you jumped against the unknown man, snaking your arms around his neck to squeeze him tightly, "Oh, god bless! I had no idea where I'd lost it! You're heaven-sent!", you said over excitedly. Suddenly, you remembered what you were doing and so, slightly sheepishly, you stepped back again, "I- I'm sorry. I know, boundaries. It was just... I'm so lost without my phone. The day was a living hell.", you said softly.

"I'm sorry that it took me so long to bring it back. The day was a bit … busy.", Nyx said, scratching the back of his neck. He still felt bad for forgetting the phone at all.

You waved his apology aside. You knew what it meant to have a rough day. Only then, you noticed what the man in front of you was wearing, "You… you're a Kingsglaive.", you whispered in awe.

Nyx saw your astonished and excited expression and took the opportunity, "Yes, I am. Nyx Ulric at your service.", he said with a smile as you were still gaping at him.

As you noticed that you were still staring, you swallowed, "I’m sorry… It’s just that.. I'm such a big fan of you all. I mean, what you do for this city … we all owe you so much.", you said honestly.

Nyx was taken aback, "A fan? Never met one before to be honest."

"I know. You guys don't get appreciated enough. At least, not as much as you all deserve it. But- wait! I have an idea. Come in. Have dinner with me. Please.", you asked as you saw Nyx' refusing expression.

"Thank you. But it's not necessary.", he said politely even if he wanted to say something else. He would love to spend more time with you and your light attitude that made his heart jump a little.

"Please. You rescued me and my phone. You even brought it back. Plus the things you do as a Glaive. Inviting you in is the least I can do to thank you.", you tried to convince Nyx with your winning smile.

"I… I don't know. It wouldn’t be right…", Nyx said and just meant it half-heartedly.

"Please.", you begged, "If you leave, I just have Minka for company."

Nyx chuckled and even if he already sensed the answer, he asked anyway, "Who's Minka?"

"My cat.", you answered, looking down at the stripy, little troublemaker sitting next to your feet.

Nyx followed your glance and chuckled, "But she looks sweet.", he said amused as the cat tilted its head.

"Oh, she's sweet. Most the time. As long as you have food. No food, no sweetness. Trust me, she will turn into a vicious monster if she wants to.", you whispered conspiratorially.

Nyx was hooked. He liked your eyes, your smile and you were funny. The whole package was simply perfect. In fact, he didn't want to leave so quickly, "Did you say vicious monster? If that's so, I guess, I should accept your invitation. I mean, someone has to protect you."

"And who would be better for this job as an honorable Glaive.", you said with a huge grin, stepping aside to let Nyx into your apartment, into your life and into your world.

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Yes, ma'am

Pairings | Jimmy Woo x domme!reader

Warnings | smut, gun play, female domme, Dom/sub dynamics, role play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

Word count | 1.5k

Summary | Jimmy wanted to try something new

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Jimmy sighed, pushing back from the desk as the clicking of heels sounded around the room.

"Here she is, boss." One of his coworkers said, hands clutched tight around your wrists where they were tightly handcuffed behind you back.

Your lips were twisted into a permanent, deviant smirk. Face cold, calculating as you looked Jimmy up and down - the only hint of emotion displaying itself when you traced your lips with your tongue before pulling the bottom one between your teeth.

"Put her in the back room. I'll integrate her." Jimmy dismissed, his own eyes cold as they bore into yours.

You had been at odds with the agent since, well- since a long time ago. He never quite managed to catch you, or even get close for that matter. You were always one step ahead.

Until today.

The chair screamed as you plonked down, the legs scraping over the scratchy floor in a melody of ear-crunching rakes of metal over old marble.

You cringed, leaning out of the officer's way as he attached your cuffs to the table. He scoffed, clearly amused at your compliance after so many years of running and fighting and defying...

Little did he know, you were exactly where you wanted to be.

He left the room with a thud of the door and a pointed look, as if to say 'don't you dare fucking move', even though - let's face it - there isn't really anywhere for you to go right now.

Chained up and locked in a room. You might find the bondage arousing if it wasn't for the hard metal and the fact that, oh yeah, you like to top.

Well, like might be the understatement of the century.

You cleared your throat as the door sprung open again, malice behind the action when Jimmy stepped through.

He sauntered over to the table, shuffling papers and settling his coffee down. Jimmy pulled the seat out and sat down, only looking up when you cleared your throat again.

You couldn't contain your grin at his bugged out eyes.

"H-how did you...?" He cut himself off as he eyed your hands with marvel.

"Get free? Oh, sweetheart, did you really think these," you held up the opened handcuffs and swung them side-to-side tauntingly, "would hold me?" Jimmy swallowed and you grinned.

"I, uh-"

"Aw, are you getting Flustered, Darlin'? Don't worry - I'm only getting started." You smirked, placing your hands on the desk as you pushed yourself to your feet. "Stand up, don't make me ask twice."

You walked across the room, double checking the door was locked before turning around. Jimmy was still in his seat, gaping at you. You arched a brow.

"What did I just say?" He snapped to it, quickly getting up and standing with his hands at his sides. Your tongue snuck out to smooth over your lips as you moseyed closer to him. "Good boy."

Your finger danced over his chest, peaking under his coat before your dragged the material from his shoulders. Jimmy stayed still as stone, ridged and frozen as you dragged the garnet from his body.

As quickly as it came off him, you pulled it over your own shoulders. The jacket was baggy and hung unflattering the from your arms, but you were taunting him.

"Strip. I may have use for you yet." You demanded and you'd never seen a man move so fast.

A blink of an eye and his gun was in your face, aimed straight for your brain. Your eyes flutter up to look at it and your red-painted lips curled into a malicious grin.

"Put your hands in the air, right now." Jimmy breathed haughtily, hands shaking.

"Cute, but not gonna work." You murmured, grabbing his wrist and turning his arm until Jimmy released his hold on the weapon.

You pushed him up to the wall, his arm bent uncomfortably behind his back as you lifted the gun to his head. Jimmy swallowed thickly as the sound of the safety turning off. Click.

"Awhha, and you didn't even have safety off!" You exclaimed. "It's like you want me to win." You commented before shoving it against the back of his head. Jimmy flinched. "Now, you're gonna do exactly as I fucking tell you to, or I shoot you. Got it?"

Jimmy winced again.

"Got. It?" You repeated through clenched teeth.

"Yes!" Jimmy shouted and you pushed him against the wall harder.

"'Yes' what?"

"Yes, ma'am!" You grinned, easing your grin to spin him around.

"Much better." A kiss was placed to his damp cheek before you pushed him to the ground.

You could see him quivering, his thighs shaking as his knees made contact with the cold ground. You waved the gun back and forth, humming in contemplation before settling on an idea.

"You ever sucked someone off before?" You asked and Jimmy frowned.

"W-what?" Jimmy asked, confused.

"I asked if you've ever sucked anyone's dick before." You hummed, gun pressing against Jimmy's head again. He swallowed. You smirked.

"N-no, ma'am." Jimmy whispered and you sighed.

"Hollow your cheeks, breath through your nose, don't gag too much." You rattled off your instructions.

"I-I don't understand-" was all Jimmy got out before the gun parted his lips and made its way into his mouth. You licked your lips at the sight of Jimmy's - spread beautifully around the gun and shiny with spit as he bobbed his head.

For as much as he was resisting, it's like he wanted to do this.

After a little while, you noticed Jimmy was canting his hips into nothing - humping the air as he sucked his own god damn gun.

"Rub yourself off, baby. Go on, make yourself cum." You mumbled, pressing the tip of your boot against his crotch. Jimmy moaned around the metal, long and strained as he began to roll his hips against your foot.

And oh fuck, it felt good. Oh so fucking good, and that feeling alone made Jimmy feel ashamed. He shouldn't like this at all. You loved to see him like this, desperate and needy as he ground against you.

"That's enough." You decided, and Jimmy whimpered as you pulled away. You chuckled, setting the gun down the the table before crouching down before him. Your fingers found their way beneath his chin, tilting his bowed head up so you could meet his eyes. "On your feet."

By the time you'd finished playing around with him, Jimmy was a planting mess. His hair was sticky with sweat and his eyes droopy with lust as you hovered over his achingly-hard dick.

A smug expression settled itself on your face as you lowered yourself onto his cock. You still had his jacket on - the rest of your clothes discarded around the room along with his.

You had put him back into the chair he'd originally sat down in, using the cuffs you'd been locked up in to attach his wrists behind his back before climbing onto his lap.

Once you straddled him, you began to lower yourself down before letting him sit deep inside you.

"You're so big." You moaned, lifting your hips in a slow roll that made his eyes roll back. "Fuck, you feel good." Your fingers traced the lines of his muscles, finding their way to his nipples before you began to pull and pinch at the stiff peaks as you picked up the pace.

Jimmy was a moaning, whining mess as you bounced on his dick - walls clenching teasingly as you felt him throb inside you. Your fingers kept pulling at his nipples, the act surely nothing but painful.

Your teeth nipped at his neck, your aim to leave marks when you kissed against his jaw. Jimmy's arms strained as he fought against the bonds, muscles flexing beneath a soft layer of fat that made him so much more attractive in your eyes.

"Such a good boy, letting my ride your dick. So big for me - fuck, I could stay here all day." You continued to purr dirty nothings into his ear, relishing in the deep moans you were pulling from the man as your pace began to falter.

You came with a cry of his name - the only crack in your facade - before you were collapsing onto his chest. You kept a slow roll, grinding dirtily against Jimmy until you felt him tense.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Fill me up." The words twisted your tongue next to his ear, a filthy whisper that had him groaning through an earth-shattering orgasm.

"F-fuck." He moaned and you hummed. You slid the key for the cuffs from the pocket of his jacket, which still clung to your frame, before reaching around and freeing him. You rubbed his sore wrists before kissing each one softly.

"How was that, baby?" You asked, leaning back to look in his eyes, yet you made no action to get off him. Jimmy smiled dopily as your hands cupped his face.

"It was perfect, thank you." He mumbled and you smiled back.

"Good, I'd do anything for my best boy." You murmured, lips pressing a small kiss to his forehead, his nose, his lips.

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limenysnocket · 4 years

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●The Blush Bet●

Pt. III: Our Love. . .

Summary: After their first non-official date, Taika can't get (Y/N) out of his mind. Every time he opens his phone, it's open to her number and a drafted text lays there and taunts him. He sees her at work and longs for her lips on his. There's never a perfect time to strike and it's all left to spoil until he's on her porch, love stricken, and knocking on her door.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, masturbation and pure porn.

Request: @honorarytenenbaum

A/N: My God, is it hot in here or is it just Taika?

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I saw her today, but a new light was casted on her and now I can't get her out of my head.

I always knew she was beautiful, but now she was gorgeous and she taunts me with that. With every step she takes, her hips sway and I swear my eyes must look like the copper in a an old bell, following her curves back and forth, whether it be when she runs or just walks fast past me.

Pedro has been asking both of us questions about the date, and every time I try to ask how she felt about it, he stops me, says he doesn't trade secrets, then leaves me hanging. Yes, I know the date was awful, putting her in that pink dress that I bought on EBay, but I said it was going to be horrible and I'm commonly a man of my word. Although, sometimes I promise a drama and just end up with a sick comedy most of the time. Dreadful, isn't it?

Just-- The way she looks at me, with her eyes all glittery. Maybe it's a translucent force holding me back from going over to her, grabbing her by the cheeks and smashing her lips on mine. I would beg for it... maybe I could, if she didn't mind.

No, that would be too childish... but she was leaving me no choice at this point.

I had betrayed the very rules that I had laid down on the date. She wasn't allowed to fall in love with me, and me and my snarky pride thought I'd be fine and come out of the date feeling free. God damn it, my ego is too big sometimes. I never knew that a woman could level me with her eyes in mere seconds. It happened once, but that ended horribly, obviously. Maybe this time, it will be good. It could be good. Maybe. Maybe.

We brushed shoulders today in the green room and it took every ounce of my being to not pin her to a wall in front of every one. Just one kiss. Maybe just one kiss would end all this, and my feelings could be extinguished rightfully instead of torturing me over one woman.

Like this morning, it had driven me insane. I had to cook my eggs with a hard on and stopped halfway through to deal with it. Because I still had my dignity left, I went to the bathroom to deal with it.

I dropped my boxers and stared at it for a moment, thinking of the reason why it was here, then I remembered. Her. (Y/N).

Images of her face entered my mind and before I knew it, my hand was stroking my raw cock. The images of her began to change, and now very lewd. She was screaming my name like it was the only word she knew and her body seemed to bounce in front of me with every stroke of my hand. If only it were real. If only I could actually simulate her warm cunt around me.

I stood in front of my sink, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed. My forehead glistened with sweat and I was no longer pumping my hand, but thrusting my hips into it. My free hand gripped the sink and my nails etched invisible lines across the marble. The image of (Y/N) still invaded my vision. Damn it, I was even moaning her name. This wasn't supposed to be the way I found out I was in love with her. I could be moaning any past girl's name or even a dream girl, but no. I tried. I tried so hard, but none of them worked, even in the slightest. I was still drawn to (Y/N) like I was attached to her at the hip. I needed her. I needed her bad.

After work and another wank I managed to get my shit together. Well, almost. So many texts were sprawled into my phone, so many "I miss you" notes and "I love you" sticky notes stuck on the island of my kitchen, idea after idea after idea, but I chickened out of every one of them in the end. I'm supposed to be working on the script, but I'll be damned if I let myself accidentally type "(Y/N)" as one of the names in the typing process.

I buried my face in my hands. She was only one call away. One call.

I picked up my phone and bit my bottom lip as it quivered. I didn't even know what I was going to say. Would I flat out say I love her? No, that's too straightforward. Should I ask if I could... Wait, she's home, isn't she? If I could tell her in person, maybe this feeling would leave. Maybe if I could steal one kiss, my heart would stop pounding every time I thought of her. If I just set my standards really high before I kiss her, I will seem underwhelmed and forget all about my feelings for her.

I took a shaky deep breath, nodding as I clicked onto the dial pad and called a cab. I was going to show up to her door, totally unexpected, and beg her to let me kiss her. If it needs to come down to begging.

It was only a mere lightning flash before I was at her door and my hand was raised in the exact same way it was before we came close to kissing that night. I wonder what would have happened if her lips touched mine. Would I be over her or would she be under me?

Thunder rumbled in the sky above me and I realized that I needed to knock on the door and get in fast, before my new Salmon colored shirt and grey pants got ruined. I sucked up all the courage I had and out it into three stiff knocks on her door.

I could hear shuffling around inside and my foot started to bounce. My cab had already pulled out of the driveway, so there was no going back now. My breath accelerated as the locks started to come undone on the door and my hands clenched and so did my heart.

The door slowly tugged open and there, just past the door, was the face I longed to see all throughout the day.

"I need to talk to you," I whispered hot and heavily, my mind silently taking note that she was only dressed in a massive Prince t-shirt.

"S-Sure, okay," she said in a very surprised and shaky voice. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wide and a little wild. I must have woken her up, perhaps. She offered to let me inside before the rain started pouring down.

"What do you need to talk about?" She whispered to me as I made my way into her living room, rubbing a thumb over the opposite hand's knuckles.

"A lot of things," I said, looking at all the papers sprawled out on her coffee table, notes taken everywhere. She was working over time. Why? I thought she enjoyed her days off. There was something else I noticed. There was a little glimmer of some kind of liquid on the couch and just by it were prints and marks where she had been sitting and/or laying down on the couch. It made me gulp. I must have caught her doing--... oh my...

"You, uh... You might want to sit down for this," I said cautiously and she scurried over and quickly sat down on the couch, her body partially hiding the wet spot. Now, I knew it was for sure.

I took a deep breath, standing only a coffee table away from her. My hands fiddled about. They'd be in my pocket one minute, then fighting each other the next with brutal squeezes. "(Y/N)," I said, my voice very hoarse, then I shook my head. If I was going to beg, I might as well do it properly. I went around the coffee table and got down on my knees in front of her. "I can't stop thinking about you..." I whisper to her. She seems to go into quiet shock, but she nods her head to tell me to keep going. "I've had you on my mind all day. I've tried to stop, but I can't. I fear that this is some sort of sick obsession that has grown ever since... the night on your porch." I gently clasp her hand in mine. She squeezes it softly and looks down at it.

"It's been the same way with me," she muttered, to my surprise. Then, she started reading my thoughts exactly. "Maybe if I had kissed you, this wouldn't have happened and our lives might have stayed right on track... how we used to be..." She looked down and so did I, at our hands as her thumb brushed over my knuckles. "Friends," she said finally, putting an end to her speech.

"I've had the same theory," I say aloud, and lift my free hand to brush a strand of hair out of her face. "Think it's still worth giving a shot?"

I watched her stomach rise and fall slowly, then our eyes connected again and she began to lean in. No need for verbal agreement, I guessed, since she admitted it. My eyes flutter closed even before our lips completely touch, and our foreheads are the first to meet. In the beginning, we're hesitant, but as we sank in closer and our lips met, we no longer had second thoughts.

The kiss was slow and absorbed in feeling; passion, remorse, need and frustration, creating an ungodly mix of emotions all tangled into one. I failed my own plan again and forgot to set my standards high, but even if I did, she would have met them, just ever so perfectly. She tasted of warm peaches and her bottom lip was like a velvet pillow caressing my own lip. She didn't even need to try to be a good kisser. The sensation alone was magnificent.

We both pulled away at the same time. I was still crouched in front of her and ducked my head down, fingers running over my lips and soft pants parting between them. My heart no longer pounded. It fucking swirled. And so did my stomach, apparently. Oh God, I was falling deeper and deeper in love with her right in front of her.

I suddenly feel her hands move under my jaw and she cupped it, lifting my gaze up to meet hers again, that adorable little look she gave. There was a silent pact taken, an agreement, really...

We both needed more.

I was the first to launch up and capture her lips, and this kiss was much rougher than the last one. We both tilted our heads and I slowly rose from my knees and got onto the couch. She laid back, spreading her legs a little to allow me to lay between them. The moment our crotches touched, however, I stopped. It was warm and wet. So much to the point where I could feel it through my pants. I pulled out of the kiss, my expression skeptical, then my eyes flickered to hers. She was looking away with embarrassment. When I had found out that she had been having her alone time to play with herself, I had figured that she still had something on beneath the shirt to at least answer the door. Short shorts or something... Alas, I was wrong.

To confirm my suspicion, I started to grind on her gently. The more I did so, the more I felt my growing tent get dipped into her heat. I had to see it with my own eyes now.

One of my hands, at one time planted by her head, slipped down to the hem of her baggy shirt and brought it up to her chest, exposing not just her heat but the curve of her breasts. My eyes glossed over and I unconsciously licked my lips. There it was. That SHE was. Glistening wet and beautiful.

"You really had some time to think about me, huh?" I grinned cockily. She smacked my arm and huffed a little, cheeks an alarming red.

"Well, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can just shut this whole thing down before it happens," she said and crossed her arms.

"Who said it made me uncomfortable?" I purr and get close to her stomach, pressing a tender kiss to it, before trailing more down, lower and lower. She panted and whined in anticipation like a dog in heat. Patience was the key, in this situation, and I took my time. During my morning masturbation period, I really do have time to think, besides about what (Y/N) might look like completely nude or dressed in something I might like, and I have a tendency of asking myself questions... questions like what might (Y/N) taste like.

I gently pushed two fingers into her slit, then part her folds, my eyes scan everything from her clit down to her hole. My God, everything about her... It drives me crazy. I dove in, flicking my tongue against her bud and that made her mewl my name ever so softly. I needed more of that. I wanted to hear her scream it.

I licked a fat, hot strip from the bottom to the top. I groaned. Fuck, she tasted delicious. She started to cry out as I ate her out properly. Sucking, licking and flicking my tongue across those deliciously sensitive spots. Her legs lifted up and rested on my shoulders and her soft thighs squeezed my head. I let out a soft groan and that seemed to drive her even more crazy. My God, this woman.

My hands gripped her hips and tugged them close, to keep her from squirming away. It wasn't long before she was moaning even louder and her fingers tugged at my hair harshly. My tongue started to thrust in and out of her, something that I hoped to let my dick do in a matter of moments, once she came on my mouth. I clung to her like crazy and pleasured her until she squirted, but even then I stuck to her, drinking up everything she gave me.

My chin was coated and glistening with her juices and I licked my lips free of her taste. I wanted more, but I also knew that she was waiting for the main show. She sat up and beckoned me forward with a curled digit. She first lifted off her shirt to expose everything to me. I started feeling a little bad, being completely dressed, but I didn't have to worry about that for long.

Her hands went straight for my belt and we worked fast together. I undid my button up and threw it off, along with my white undershirt. I smirked at the eagerness in her actions. She practically ripped my boxers off. I don't think I'll be getting them back after all this. Oh well. My thumb went to her clit once I had tossed everything off, but she grabbed my collar and tugged me close. "No more teasing," she growled hotly in my ear. That made me twitch with want. I nodded and took a deep breath, grabbing her by the thighs and dragging her where she was laying down in front of me.

I caressed her body with my hand and I began to kiss her neck, softly and slowly while I started to push into her tight cunt. She was so much tighter than I imagined. She was everything compared to my lubed up hand. She moaned my name into my ear and started to mewl for me. I let her adjust while gripping her hips tightly. I whispered soft curses into her ear.

I can't believe this moment was happening, that I was starting to pound into her wildly, just how I imagined I'd do it if she had actually been there, on my bathroom sink this morning to help deal with the "problem" that occurred. I should have kissed her a whole lot earlier.

I now bury my face into her bosom and kiss the skin between them while my hips bumped against hers violently and passionately. Never has desecrating someone's couch felt so good before.

Our sinful moans, nature and sounds filled the room. The couch rocked beneath our love making and our lips eventually met again. I could still taste her on the tip of my tongue, her essence. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, I quite think she found it to be a sensual aphrodisiac that fueled the fire in both of us. Her hands explored and unconsciously pleasured me, while my hips went wild and pleasured her.

I left little love nips with my teeth all over her body, claiming my territory. New territory. Man, Pedro is going to blow his top whenever he hears about this. Everyone is, probably, once it gets out on set.

"T-Taika~. Oh, fuck~," (Y/N) cried out and she pulsed and tightened around me. It made her start to thrust faster, giving her a burst of roughness.

"How close are you, love~?" I growl in her ear hotly. She only responded with hot moans and deep pants of my name. I needed an answer, so I smacked her ass roughly and massaged it by digging my fingers into it. She cried out sharply and moaned a weak, breathy, "Close~!"

"Good~," I groaned and bit down roughly on her skin again. I started thrusting faster and faster, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. I could feel it.

Oxygen became less and less of a priority the more we made love and the softer our actions became, all the way up to the peak and that's where our true feelings sparkled the most. I pressed my sweaty forehead against hers as she released on my six inch, then I had to pull it out and coat her thighs with my essence. I let my body sink and the only thing that filled the room was our soft pants of each other's names.

"Won't leave me hanging next time I try to kiss you again, right?" I hum softly and wink at her.

"Of course~," (Y/N) whispered back and made me smile as she leaned up and kissed me, her fingers curling into my hair.

What a woman...

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bohemiansweede · 4 years

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Valentines Confessions

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

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-Ohhh for f*** sake... Nooooo... Not now... Shit..

The old car maked a last sigh and made a stop on a the remote road

- No.. No.. Please.. Not here..

It was not even my car

My boyfriend was by now probably furious and sat at home impatient and waiting for me to cook his favourite valentine dinner

I sighed out loud and banged my head in the stearing wheel

Did I even love this guy anymore?

Past few months we had been arguing and dribbling back and forth with being together or not..

I went out from the car and slammed the door

Where the hell was I..

It was almost dark and thoose few houses near the road looked abandoned..

Probably eating romantic dinner with candles I huffed for myself and started to walk

Fuckin perfect.. His car choosed to stop functioning again.. today of all 365 days.... .

And of course it started to rain.. Wow..

Could it be any worse now.. Yes.. there it was... I suddenly lost my balance on the little gravel road.. fell and scraped both my hands

- AHHH DAMNIT!!!

I'm the middle of everything my bad luck turned and it seamed was someone home in the last house down the road

I brushed of my knees a bit and rang the door bell

After a while the door opened and a blond man stared back

I could not believe my eyes

- Evening mam

- H.. Hi.. Ehh.. Exuse me Sir..

He must have seen that I looked like a drenched mess

- Are you OK dear? He saw my muddy hands, even if I tried to hide them in pure embarrassment

- Actually not.. M.. My car have broke down just down the road here and.. Shit.. I have to call.. Ohh no..

- S'alright.. Please come in, he took his warm hand on my shoulder and smiled gently.. I am Roger.. btw, you can borrow my phone while I have a quick look at your car OK?

I tried to smile back but it probably just looked odd, he nodded at me and grabbed his fur coat while I sat myself down on shaky legs by the phone

Shit... Shit shit... It was HIM!!! HIM!!! Roger FUCKIN Taylor!!!

I seriously had a crush on this guy.. But hey.. Honestly.. Almost every girl had.. No.. I could not do this to my boyfriend, even though he had cheated on me several times.. It was not my style.. but.. this could also be my one chance... Damnit...

Same time that I put the phone back down he returned through the door, he ran his fingers through his blonde hair , the little shorter style looked good on him

- Sorry love, I could not start it, and everything is closed by now

- That what was I afraid of.. My boyfriend is not happy at home .. He... I started to shake

I told him everything.. Peter had yelled on the other end, called me by many names but my own, he threatened me that I didn't have to bother coming home at all and he would spend the night with his ex

- Look.. I had a few whiskeys.. Otherwise I could... mmm.. So sorry.. I don’t know you, but you are freezing cold and it is dark outside, let me warm up some food for us while you take a bath ok?

I almost started to cry

Roger had a bad boy reputation but he also had a softer side, I had always known that

It was a big house but not a mansion, I knew his girlfriend just left him, everyone thought they actually were going to tie the knot and getting kids but no...

- Let me know if it's warm enough, he returned from the bathroom

- Ohh I'm sure it will be fine, thanks for your kindness

My both palms were OK, it was just dirt and clumpsyness

While I laid back in the hot bath I let my thoughts wander off and it felt like I been in there forever and soon my water was cold, I stepped out from the tub and wrapped myself in the robe that he gaved me, could I be that mischievous that I would tell Roger that I did recognised him and that I was a huge fan...

- Hi... Was it nice with a bath?

- Yes.. It was lovely, thank you

- Wine?

- Please... Thanx..

He had made an huge effort to set the table, lighted candles and all

- I hope you are not vegetarian

- God no... I love meat...

You both blushed, what did you just say

- Well... Dig in then... Bon appetite

He raised his glass and winked

- Wow, this was incredible.. And the sauce.. Just wow..

The meat was so tender and juicy I nearly moaned while eating, I guess he noticed because he watched me with a smile

- Was it that good huh?

- Mmhuhmmm..

We finished the plates and bounced down in the sofa with the remaining wine...

- I have an other bottle here love, just keep drinking.. For us lost souls.. Sooo... While we prepare for desert and the alcohol is kicking in... Anything you need to confess?

I nearly spat out the whole wine, it was like he already knew

- Ohh.. You first Roger, go ahead

- Hmmm... I thought I was supposed to be a gentleman here, well ok.. Don't get mad at me.. But I could probably fix your car ...

- Oh, really.. Why don't you?

- When I saw you so drenched from the rain and a broken shoe.. So wounerable.. And the final nail in the coffin was when I found out that your boyfriend was a prick... I could not.. But.. would you rather..

- No.. No.. I... I am so thankful for everything you have done for me.. really am..

- He is not worthy you... you know

- Roger... You don't know me.. I..

- So.. What's your confession?

- Ohh God.. Really? Damn it..

- How bad can it be hunnie?

Oh fuck this was it

- I know who you are

- Aha? Ok..Right.. So.. You like our music or are you a fan?

- Damn wine... I am a fan...

- OK... Hmm.. And who is your favourite member then?

- Omg... No... No you can't ask me... Ok... Shit.. You... It's you Roger..

He smiled with his whole face and touched his lower lip

- Hmmm.. So now you have your once in a lifetime opportunity here, what do you want to say or do? Autograph?

- Actually.. I know I probably gotta regret this both if I do and if I don't... But... ca... can I kiss you..?

I regret my blunt words at once, how could I be so stupid

My heart nearly bounced out from my chest, my cheeks burned

He didn't say a word, it felt like forever, but the magnet force between us grew stronger, his face were so close that I almost could count his thick eyelashes, his hot breath tickled my lips and I parted mine slightly, I let out a tiny whimper when the edge of his tongue nudged mine, his hand trailed through my hair in the back of my neck

My lips parted even more and he looked into my eyes

- Care for desert now love?

I could only nod, this man did something with me..on purpose and I was a trembling mess from just a look, I followed him like a lost puppy out in the kitchen

- I have Ice cream is that OK?

I needed to cool down so that was totally fine

He grabbed two bowls and two spoons and gaved me a soft kiss..

- How many scoops do you like my dear?

I stood close to him and could not resist to have a taste I took my finger and poked in the center of the bucket and then put it in my mouth, his eyes widened at once

- Oh.. Is it that game we are playing tonight.. OK..

He took his finger and dipped it down the ice-cream himself but instead of putting into his mouth he smeared it down my neck..

He bent down and licked it up with long strokes

I gasped of pleasure and grabbed my hands on the kitchen counter

His finger dipped once again but this time he let it trail down my sternum towards my heaving breasts

- Omg.. Omg Roger..Ohh shit... I want...

- You want what? Ice-cream?

- Y.. Yes..

Sometimes that smirk was so annoying..

Our lips crashed together again, this time it was more hunger, more frustration

I unbuttoned his shirt still kissing him, he moaned into my mouth

I dipped my finger once again in the melting ice cream and teased his collar bone with finger and tongue, then the ice cream dripped down towards his nipples I was fast to wrap my lips around it and circled my tounge in a rapid pace

- Ahhh fuck.. Baby.. Shit... I want you so bad... God..

His words made my skin prickle with goosebumps.. Roger Taylor. He wanted me...

He pushed me towards the counter and I jumped up on the cold marble surface

He stood between my legs and grabbed my breast in one hand and twisted the nipple with his fingers

- You're so beautiful... Cannot believe that prick..

- Ssscchhh Roger...I don't want to think of him now...

His hands started to wander down my belly and inner thighs

- Can I have my desert now hunnie

- Oh.. Yes.. Yes please...

He bent down and when he spread my legs the juicy labias opened up like a book and he could not hold himself any longer

He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, he open kissed my folds and trailed his eager tounge like trail of fire up and down before he pushed it in deep

- Ahhh shit Fuck Rog

I grabbed his blonde hair like my life depending on it and felt his long tounge bending inside me right on the spot that crawed attention his button nose nudged my clit over and over and it was just matter of seconds before I felt my walls start to collapse, the vibration from his moaning sended me over the edge and I wrapped my legs around his neck so I couldn't fall

- Omg omg shit Rog.. Ahhh damnit fuck...

- Mmmmm.. That was the best desert baby...

He licked his fingers and stood up

- Do you...

- Yes.. I have pills...

- Ahlright... Fuck..

He took his cock and pushed tiny tiny bits at a the time.. You're tight love...

Soon we became a rhythmic monster a trembling unison a thrusting wreck, we both moaned, phanted screamed growled.. I never had such an euphoric extacy before

He snapped his hips so fast that I thought my legs were numb he spanked my ass and I bit his neck almost so he draw blood we were like animals

I squirted over and over, it ran from his body down on the floor

He took one hand down between our bodies and started to circle my clit again, I was so over sensitive but I had to come again, one last time

- Oh God hunnie.. Fuck I'm close.. So close shit

- Ahhh Roger OMYYYGGGGODDD!! ...

I contracted around his cock and emptied him on his cum

His head fell in the crook of my neck and I felt his heart beating fast

He stood there for a long time, right there where he were supposed to be, we fitted together like a jigsaw puzzle

- Stay here... Don't go back to him

I knew he was right and I knew I wanted to

This was just the beginning...

I had found my missing piece of the puzzle

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