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hotlinemurder · 2 months
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♡ virgin! choso who has pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock before you've even laid a finger on him, the mere prospect of you touching him having it seep through his trousers in desperation.
♡ virgin! choso bucking his hips up onto your clothed clit like a bitch in heat, slack-jawed and arms held above his head - writhing for a semblence of friction, begging for you to just touch him.
♡ virgin! choso who cums the moment you wrap your mouth around the tip of his cock, legs trembling like a fawns with a garbled mess of apologies leaving his lips and a soft, needy "oh f-fuck.."
♡ virgin! choso whining like a whore the moment your walls clench around his cock, eyes rolling into the back of his head and pleading for you to move, he never wants you to stop.
♡ virgin! choso who is wrapped around your little finger, broken and utterly drowning in pleasure, letting out the prettiest gasps when your hands trace along the ridges of his torso.
♡ virgin! choso trying his hardest to hold back while you deny his orgasm, his resolve crumbling when you bottom-out on top of him yet again, his cum painting your cunt white while he apologises over and over for disobeying your orders.
♡ virgin! choso who is simply too cute to punish, melting underneath your touch when you stroke his hair and praise him for being such a good boy.
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l3viat8an · 2 months
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Just a little food for thought
Sucking Diavolo off in his office and Lucifer or Barbatos walks in
Nsfw!
*dusts off ask* Sooo- I had a lil fun with this 🤭
A soft knock on Diavolo’s office door makes your whole body stiffen underneath the large oak desk, “Come in.” Diavolo says, voice calm as ever as he looks up from the paperwork he’d been going through.
Barbatos walks in and bows slightly, “I’m sorry, to intrude my lord.”
“Is it important?” Diavolo groans and thinking he might need to stand up, or even leave you slowly started to pull your head away from his cock, careful not to move to fast or let Barbatos hear you and what you were doing-
But without taking his eyes off of Barbatos, one of Diavolo’s hands gently pushes on the back of your head and keeps your mouth around him, guiding your head and setting a slow rhythm to signal you to keep going.
You do so, hesitating a bit, but still following the slow pace he set for you and he silently praised you by running his fingers through your hair and patting your head.
“Lucifer, is here for a nightcap.” Barbatos says and you freeze for a second, before sucking harder and grazing your teeth over his length as you pull back, repeating the motion as quickly as you can.
Diavolo clears his throat to hide a rather sudden moan and asks, “Is it already that late?” looking at the clock on the wall. It was later then he realized and he had asked Lucifer to stop by before heading home himself. Completely, coincidental ofc!!
“Yes, shall I still send him in?” “Of course.”
with that Barbatos nods, and quietly leaves the room. Diavolo let out a low groan as he slumps back into his chair, his eyes moving to take in your flushed face.
You glare up at him, speeding up your pace and moaning freely around Diavolo’s cock, half hoping he’ll finish and let you up….the added reward of Diavolo’s own soft moans falling from his lips as he watched his cock disappear in your mouth, then reappear covered in your drool and his pre-cum.
His whole face softened as he gave you a sweet smile, scratching your scalp once more as praise. He’s so lucky to have you, especially when you were so kindly helping him relieve his stress like this.
Really all his stress melted away when his eyes were fixed on you, always so eager to please him~
“I forgot, I asked Lucifer to come over this evening…..before I invited you to join me,” he slowly ran his fingers through your hair as he admits his ‘mistake’.
“You’re doing so well, my love.” he adds, wiping a stray tear from your red cheek before pulling his hand away and letting you readjust your body to get more comfortable while you can.
When he heard footsteps just outside his office, Diavolo sits up straight again. His free hand reached down to one of the drawers of his desk and pulls out a bottle of demonus and two glasses.
As he poured the drinks, he let out a sigh, “We’re going to be here for a while I’ll try to keep it short. Be a good little pet and keep me warm.”
It’s a order, not a question and you let out a groan of your own, then you hear Diavolo chuckle, “I’ll reward you later.” one last, quick, pat to your head and you can hear the office door opening again…
Now you really are stuck-
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jarofstyles · 7 months
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Letting Loose
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Another installment of best friend’s dadrry!!
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Part 3
Reminder that Y/N is an adult and met him as one too <3
warnings- smut, choking, spit play (sorta), daddy kink, age gap, degradation, name calling, mention of ex, jealousrry, forbidden/taboo relationship, breeding kink xoxo
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Y/N knew what she was doing.
She was taunting him. Teasing him. Making him mad. Harry was a possessive man, and both of them knew it. He had declared her body as his multiple times, now becoming every time they had sex. And ever since Lia had gotten a girlfriend, she had been out of the house a lot more- which meant that Y/N had been in the house without the risk of her friend catching her on her knees for her father.
Harry was a generous man in all capacities. He had let her stay when her apartment flooded, had always provided food and paid for her when they all went out, left money out for them to order pizza, even paying for their trip to Cancun after graduation. But it seemed his generosity knew no bounds when it came to Y/N, unfiltered.
His hands snuck underneath his shirt, mouth connecting to her bruised neck as she finished applying her nightly skincare. Lia had gone on a ‘mountain retreat’ with her girlfriend last night and wasn’t due home for another 4 days, which Harry was taking full and complete advantage of.
With an empty house, having Y/N there felt a bit like a different universe. Harry had been indulging in his touches, grabbing at her and pulling her into his lap, swimming with her in the pool, holding her to his chest while she made breakfast. He was borderline clingy, but he knew that’s how he was when he liked someone. Attached at the hip.
When he got his divorce, he had strayed far away from this sort of thing. He had his one night stands but ultimately had decided to lay off if anything romantic since his marriage had ended up being a disaster. Lia had been the one good thing to come out of it- and he knew he was playing a dangerous game, sleeping with her best friend, but it was more than that.
That was something else that scared him. This girl, this sweet woman who had come into his life in such a way that should make him take 10 steps back, had him closer to her than ever. Closer than he had allowed himself to be with anyone else. She was just… refreshing. Invigorating. Their conversations had been enjoyable pre-sex, her mind always impressing him with the things that came out of her mouth- but now that he got to see her with almost no boundaries? His admiration for the woman had increased tenfold.
Just laying in bed talking, bringing up moral questions and things that she believed, their fingers lazily linked together as she talked with her hands and moved them about- it was one of the things he loved the most. Then there were moments like the current one, where he hadn’t given her a moment alone in the bathroom.
“H, please.” She hummed, taking the peach face toner and placing it down. “You’re making me spill.” His mouth on her neck had distracted her from the task at hand, shakily applying the toner to a cotton round as she tried to finish her routine before moisturizer. It was a very strict and thorough one.
“M’sorry.” He sighed, pulling away from her neck but making no motion fo take his hands out under her shirt. Her skin was warm and silky, stomach clenching as his hands sprawled out over it. “Just… gets to me when I see my marks on you.” He rested his cheek against hers, looking at their reflection in the mirror.
While it was apparent that he was older than her, they looked.. good. He had been surprised the first time he saw it, how she had melted into his grip and blinked into the reflection with a nod. It didn’t look like a father and daughter- thank fucking god- but it looked like they were a good looking couple. One that people would perhaps understand the gap considering they were both good looking and Harry wasn’t an old bag quite yet. He did have some graying at the temples, but Y/N had let him know how much she liked the idea of him being a ‘silver Fox’.
“I know.” She peeped, looking at them in the mirror. A dark mark resided on the curve of her jaw, the other hidden under the skirt and on her thighs. “Can’t be so careless when Lia gets back, though. Unless you want me to make up a whole story about some guy I’m seeing again. We both know how much Daddy doesn’t like that.” Her tone was teasing, a faux pout taunting him about the subject.
So, maybe, possibly, he had fucked her within an inch of her life the last time she had used that excuse. That she had blamed it on one of those stupid boys she met at the bars and said they’d gone out and done the deed in the car when in reality, the origin of the marks had been from a few days prior when she had been at Harry’s office riding him on his couch. Risky, all things considered.
His jaw set as he pulled his hands out from her top, turning her around so he could look into her eyes. “None of that. You don’t have to get so… detailed in those stories either.” He huffed. “We both know that none of those boys could give you half of what Daddy gives you. None of the orgasms, none of the pretty gifts, none of the sweetness. So I don’t want t’hear about these fake hookups.”
Y/N liked this. When he got huffy and possessive, when he got the fiery glare and clenched jaw. She loved to taunt him and make him show her just how much he hated it. “No? Those boys can’t give me what Daddy can?” Her fingers trailed over his chest, tapping over his necklace. “That’s what your appeal is, isn’t it? Being a real man. Giving me all the things they haven’t gotten the experience to do. Even if it makes you a dirty old man to show me, you will.” Her eyes sparkled with mirth, fully expecting the next move.
Harry grabbed her hips and hauled her up to sit on the sink top before tangling his hand in her hair. “Watch it.” His warning made her shiver slightly, head tilted back by the firm grip he had in her hair. “Just hours ago you were on your knees begging for this ‘dirty old man’s cock down your throat.”
Y/N keened, a giggle leaving her throat as she grabbed at his shirt and pulled him closer, legs spreading so he could stand in between them. She loved to rile him up, to watch the flame burn inside of him. Getting his possessive reaction, this jealousy fueled her. She wouldn’t go off and do anything with anyone else- there was no desire or reason to. Harry had fully satisfied her every need. It was just nice to feel desired. To see him bristle at the thought of anyone else touching her because he wanted her all to himself. “I did. And I enjoyed every second of it.” Her voice was still slightly hoarse from the act. “Don’t need to get so jealous. You know I will end up with you. M’just covering for all the marks you’re giving me.”
“Don’t like thinking about it. Y’go out and reject all of them, I know you do. But the idea of it irritates me.” He exhaled, feeling her slightly damp fingers brush under his own shirt. Her head tilted back, her face bare from any makeup and glowing from the rigorous skincare routine she had just performed and pouted slightly up at him. “Don’t give me that lip, Petal.” His thumb caught it, tugging it down slightly before it snapped back into place. “Just like it when you remember that you’re Daddy’s girl, is all.”
The softened tone made her stomach dance, leaning into his hand with a content sigh. He took such good care of her. Y/N knew that she was playing a risky game but this sort of shit was worth it. “I am. M’your girl.” She peeked up at him with her own hazy eyes, letting her fingers catch on the waistband of his shorts. “Are you going to show me that I’m yours?” Dipping them in, she felt the prickle of his hair. Neatly cropped, trimmed to perfection, he kept just enough that made her mouth water. Enough to tickle her nose when she was able to get him down all the way.
“I’m going to make sure you remember for days, sweet girl.”
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The sound of skin slapping filled the warmly lit bedroom. His bedroom was a sanctuary, somewhere off limits for anyone besides him- and much to anyone else’s surprise if they knew, Y/N. Soft, warm light emanated from a vintage lamp on the bedside table, casting a gentle glow on the room while Harry looked down at the girl sprawled out underneath him, clutching the white sheets he had spent a stupid amount of money on. He only wanted the best for her and her body. Knowing she would be staying the whole week, sleeping with him the whole week, he had made arrangements to have the best of the best. To show her what was possible.
“There you go, baby. Just like that.” The depth of his voice made her shiver under him. Her cheek was pressed to his pillow, knees up and back arched as Harry took her from behind. It was the second round, her body deliciously sensitive but aching for more. Aching to please him and make him let loose on her body. A large, warm hand held her waist as he guided her back on to his cock, watching as she fucked herself on him. Pressing back into him and filling herself up, letting her ass hit his hips and ripple and move just the way he liked it.
“S’good?” She mewled, eyes hazy as she stared vacantly across the bedroom. “You like when I do this? Just want t’be a good girl for you, Daddy. Want you to feel good.” Her voice was wrecked, slurred as she had her cheek smushed against the softness of the icy white pillowcase. Her mouth watered, sure to drip in a little bit, but all the girl could do was take it. Sex had never been this good with anyone else in her life. The older man knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it.
Harry had always been such a patient, calm, controlled man since she had met him. Never raised a voice, never did a single thing inappropriately. He had played all the right cards, but since she had seen him again and everything had changed between them, she could see another part of him. A part she was desperate to help let loose.
The older man had a wildness, a depth to him that was unexplored. A taboo part of his desires that he had never allowed himself to look at. Y/N could see it, could feel it unraveling with each day she spent with him. She made him feel safe but invigorated, which was exactly what she wanted to do. This was something so wrong in theory, but it felt so right. There was no way his hand fit that perfectly on her waist for no reason. She had taunted and tugged at the seams keeping his deepest, darkest desires hidden, trying to unravel them for him. To fulfill the pieces he didn’t know had been missing.
“I do, baby. You are a good girl, my good little girl. Make me feel so fucking good. Never get enough of you, always want you with me. Want to be inside of you every single fucking day.” The man knew that if he had his own way, she would be the one he woke up to every morning and the one he went to sleep with at night. This entire week of playing house had woken up a bigger urge, a primal urge for the girl. An ownership. He was greedy and selfish, but he was loving every fucking second of it.
“You can. You can fuck me however you want, do whatever you want to me. Anything in the world. I just want to make Daddy happy.” Her voice was whiny, face rubbing against the pillow he slept with as he watched her ass recoil with each throw back of her cunt. His cock was glistening with her arousal, wet and slick from her past orgasm. She was going to have bruises on her hips, on her thighs, on her breasts from his handling of her. There would be no denying the fact that she had been fucked deep and thorough, that he had spent time and effort into making her writhe underneath him. “I’m your girl. You said it, I’m all yours to do whatever you want. Be dirty with me, Daddy. Let go. Fuck me how you want.”
Harry didn’t know how else he could want her. This much was a fantasy come alive. The sweet, tight cunt clenching over his cock was heavenly enough. Her encouragement didn’t stop, though.
“Know you're holding back from me. Tell me how much you love it. You love fucking tight, young pussy? You like the change from soulless sex with your ex wife who could barely get you half hard?” Her giggle was cut short by a harsh slap to her ass, the sting making to fall into a moan. “Mm, fuck. I love that. You do, don’t you? Know that it’s risky but you like being inside of me. M’the best pussy you’ve ever had. Admit it.” Y/N’s panting words had him clenching his jaw- mostly because she was right.
He had gone from subpar, emotionless sex to this. To an exciting, adventurous, dirty woman who he most definitely shouldn’t be sleeping with but was too addicting to the heart and to his cock. A woman he liked too much to call a friend with benefits, but was too risky to publicly announce as his girlfriend- even if he desperately wanted to.
The words had a thread snapping, his body crowding hers as he pressed his chest against her back as his cock continued the deeper thrusts, knocking her thighs together a bit more as he covered her body with his own. His hand fell flat against her pillow, a deep chuckle leaving his lips- one that sent a dangerous zing up her spine.
She had done it.
“You are. You’ve got the best cunt I’ve ever fucked, the best mouth I’ve ever fucked, and as soon as you let me in that pretty little ass? That will be mine, too. Most useful set of holes that’s ever walked through my door.” His rough tone had her moaning, success spreading through her body as his opposite hand that wasn’t keeping him up slipped under the pillow to grab her throat. “Been so nice to you when you just antagonize me. You want me to be really dirty, baby? My sweetheart wants to hear what really goes on in my mind every time I see her?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Please, Sir. Please. I want to know everything.” She was showing her hand, showing exactly how badly she wanted to know what went on in his head. “Tell me. Tell me, I wanna do it all for you.” Y/N would love it if he was a little mean, if he was a little more rough. She knew he treated her delicately because of who she was but that was exactly why she wanted him to lose it. “Treat me like your holes, Daddy.”
Harry had been slightly shocked at the words, though he shouldn't have been. Y/N had always shown that she was a dirty girl, but the depth of it was still to be discovered. It obviously went past a bit of exhibitionism.
“My sweet girl wants to be treated like a set of holes?” He laughed breathily. “Fuck. What am I going to do with you. Silly, silly girl.” He tightened the grip on the sides of her throat, feeling her squeeze around him. His thrusts increased in speed, weight bearing down on her to make her feel him everywhere. He wanted her to be engulfed in him.
“Every time you walk in that fucking door, I want to drag you away. Want you hanging off my cock every time I get the urge, because I know you’d love it. Been dirty since day fucking one, dragging me into that poolhouse and making me be a bad father. S’that what gets you off? Fucking your friend’s dad?” He snarled, breathing against her ear as his balls slapped against her cunt, getting them just as wet as he wanted.
“Y-yes, Just you, Daddy. Only ever you.” Her weak reply came out, hand covering his that held her throat. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he gave it to her good, a new level to their activities unlocked. She had peeled back another layer of the man.
“Better have fucking been. But I know you’re a slut. Just for me. S’only ever been just for me. Just like you said, hm? Needed an older man to give it to you and then you got addicted. Poor little girl. Addicted to the one cock you shouldn’t crave.” His faux sadness made her whine, slickness dripping out of her cunt. The sharp thrusts and his tight grip, how she could barely move was one of the best things she had ever experienced.
“It’s mine.” Was what escaped her. The little thing had enough energy to say that, the stimulation to her body and the slap of his balls against her clit driving her dangerously close to her second orgasm of the night.
“Is it? Oh, silly little girl. What a desperate, selfish slut. You want my cock to be all yours?” He grinned against her skin, biting against her neck as he groaned. “It can be. You can have it. Drain me so fucking good, take all my cum so well, hm? S’what you deserve. Be a little set of holes for Daddy to stuff his cum into. You’re so good at it a-already. Fuck.” He hissed as he felt her cunt contracting, close to her orgasm. He could feel it, feel how close he had gotten her.
“You’re going to cum from that? God, look at you. Thought you were such a nice girl when my daughter first brought you home. Now you’re just a pretty cunt for me to cum inside. Think m’gonna keep you, though.” His prick was so wet it almost slipped out as his hips slammed into her, her quivering cunt urging him on. “Think I should make you stay. Should get my cum nice and deep and knock you up. What d’you think?” His grunted words sent her into a squirm, nodding reverently against his hand.
“Yeah- yeah, I’d want it. Can do it, keep me.” She babbled, eyes watering as she felt completely and utterly pathetic. The larger man was giving it to her just how she needed, the lightheadedness of his fingers rhythmically squeezing her neck and his dick fucking her better than any other thing she had felt having her right on the edge.
“Yeah? Gonna take my cum and give me a baby?” He laughed, drunk on pleasure. “That’s it. M’gonna do it. Drain my cum into your pussy and mark you as mine. Let it catch, let you get full of my baby and let everyone fuckin’ know who’s girl you are. F-Fuck, baby.. Please.” He grit out, mouth opening as he felt it. He could feel her falling over the edge, a broken moan escaping her swollen lips as he body squirmed underneath his own.
She gushed around his cock, whimpering out his name as the words and his actions had her falling over the crest. The slick, filthy sound of her drippy cunt being pounded by his cock and the grunts coming from the man above her filled the room as she could feel him finally starting to crack. His arm quivered, cock twitching in her pulsating pussy as he finally unloaded inside of her.
“Oh- oh my god, fuck.” He slurred out against her shoulder, biting down and getting a squeal from her as he growled against her skin. The most feral he’d ever been. His thrusts slowed but didn’t completely stop, Harry hellbent on fucking his cum as well into her as he could. He wanted her filled. Releasing the skin with his teeth, his tongue ran over the bite mark in apology, a grove of whispers growing from his lips.
“There we go. That’s my fucking girl.”
“Took me so good.”
“Wrecking me, m’so obsessed with you.”
“So proud of you.”
“Take such good care of me, sweet girl.”
They were followed with kisses, Harry lazily turning her head and connecting their mouths despite the odd angle as he finally stopped, letting himself stay buried inside of her. He could feel she had drooled a little bit, fueling his ego as he let them both cal down from the aftershocks of their orgasms.
“Mmm.. That’s what I’m talking about.” Y/N giggled tiredly, resting her cheek back against the pillow as he stroked the sweaty hair away from her face. “Told you I wanted you to let loose, that’s what I wanted. My god.” It was so good, she felt drunk. Drunk on good dick, apparnetly.
“Yeah.. well now you’re in trouble.” He mumbled, though the smile on his face indicated it wasn’t seriousl. “Didn’t know I had that in me… But now that I do, you’re the one who’s going to have t’deal with it.” He kissed her cheek, smirking to himself about how it had been so good she had let tears fall. This was a new high for him.
“I better be. We established that I’m yours and you’re mine. If I find out otherwise, m’gonna chop your dick off.”
Harry winced, shaking his head quickly. “No, baby. No. Don’t think I could get hard for anyone else at this point.” It was too true.
This girl had him completely and utterly fucked.
“Let me sit here for a minute and then I’ll take us to clean up. I’ll help you redo all your skin stuff.” He nuzzled against her cheek, placing a few little pecks on the hot skin. “Sorry I ruined it.”
“Trust me- I am never going to be mad at you for that when you fuck me that good.” Y/N snickered. Her heart did swell at the offer though. This man was unreal. “I’d be a fool to complain.”
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dilatorywriting · 7 months
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Monster Mayhem: Love Drunk
Gender Neutral Reader x Vil Schoenheit Word Count: 1.9k
Summary: You are a succubus, who is apparently really bad at their job. At least if your poor, nitpicking victim has anything to say about it.
A/N: Sorry for being horny on main, but here we are lol I've been writing a lot of little bits lately for a Twst OC of mine, and decided that hey, y'know what, might as well revamp some of the ones that are easily revamp-able into my usual reader-insert style and pump out some shenanigans rather than just letting them languish away in google docs. So here we be.
🌶️🌶️🌶️ WARNING for Spicy Content!
READ WHAT YOU LIKE, BUT BE MINDFUL OF WHAT YOU READ
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“You’re late.”
The steam billowed as if with a sigh, and a familiar figure melted from the warm spray.
You blew a wet strand of hair out of your face with a noise that was nearly a raspberry. “I was busy.”
“I didn’t realize you had a life outside me,” Vil droned, only mostly serious. The little succubus seemed to pop out of the shadows at the slightest beckon, and even when you were gone, you always came back with nothing but talk of all the ways you’d worked to improve your craft since the last they spoke. And of your strange, card-faced friends, on occasion. But that was a topic you tended to hoard closely to your chest like a dragon to gold.
“Not everything revolves around you,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
Vil leaned his head back to rinse the remainder of the conditioner from his hair. “Then maybe you shouldn’t act like my good opinion is the only thing keeping you employed, fed, and housed.”
You went warm in the ears, even under the heat of the steam, and crossed your arms petulantly over your chest. At least you’d been keen enough to not pop into his shower fully clothed this time. That had been a mess. You shifted back and forth on the balls of your feet with a grumpy, little huff and Vil didn’t bother to fight the way that his eyes followed the slowly rolling droplets of water that trailed lower with each fidget.   
“Whatever. I’m here now, aren’t I?” you grouched. “But anyways, what’s the plan for today? Out late again?”
“More all-day shoots,” he said, reaching up to replace one bottle of custom hair product for another. “And an interview to follow that’s meant to be a pre-recording for the morning programs tomorrow. So that could be close to midnight, depending on when we finish up.”
Your nose scrunched in sympathy. “Ew. I don’t get why you do all this stuff. It sounds like a nightmare. Human media is so strange.”
Maybe it was. But—
“It’s worth it,” he huffed, running one of his newer serums through the silky strands of his pale hair. He glanced down at you from beneath his dripping bangs. “Have you been using the conditioner I gave you?”
“Do you think there are functional showers in Hell?” you snipped, and then averted your gaze in chagrin. “I have been trying. I just—it’s not always an option all the time,” you said, a bit embarrassed.
“Come here,” he sighed, twirling his finger in a sign to show him her back, and you shifted closer obediently.
It was always so funny, he thought, as he reached out to scrub white bubbles into your mused hair. That you would spit and hiss, and throw such a tantrum over everything. But when it came to actually obeying his orders? You were always putting one foot in front of the other to meet him more than halfway. If he said ‘jump,’ you’d whine and complain but inevitably ask ‘how high.’ Like a loyal little stray that growled and raised its hackles but would come preening for food and attention at the first whistle.
“Sounds like a stressful day,” you hummed, arching into his fingers like a cat being stroked down its spine. “Are you still stuck working with that one guy you hate? Nigel, or whatever?”
“Neige,” he huffed, giving your hair a soft tug in rebuke. “And yes. The project hasn’t wrapped yet.”
“So a very stressful day,” you mused, tilted your head back to thump against his chest and stare up at him through the steady stream of water overhead. He watched the thin, feline-like, pupils of your eyes flash and widen into something round and dark. “This’ll be perfect then.”
“What?” he scoffed, as if he hadn’t just seen those pulsing, black pupils himself and felt something in his stomach tug. “That I’m stressed?”
“No,” you huffed, cheeks puffing out in irritation like he’d known they would. “Because I’ve been practicing.”
He arched a pointed brow and your cheeks went rounder yet. You stepped out of his hold and turned so the two of you were chest to chest. Vil let his hands fall to rest at the dip in your back and you pressed along him in one, lean line from toe to hip. Those strange, iridescent irises of yours flicked over his face, his lips, and those rabbit cheeks went hot with embarrassment. (“Humans kiss each other,” he’d said during one of their earliest meetings, when he’d leaned in with a smirk to brush his mouth against your temple and you’d nearly started seizing. “It’s what they do.” And you’d gone rattlingly indignant and started sputtering about impropriety of all things. All while you were sitting there butt naked and demanding he let you jerk him off so you could meet your weekly quota).
Your eyes dipped low beneath your lashes. And then you darted up quick to press a peck to his chin before immediately dropping to your knees. You leaned forward to nuzzle into the soft, blonde hairs tufted there and then dragged your tongue up the length of him in one, long lick. Vil fought a shiver.
“Practicing, huh?” he droned, affecting boredom as best he was able.
“Yes,” you replied, determined, and gave another lick. Shorter, this time. And more focused along the delicate, pink crown of him. “You made fun of me last time! Called it a ‘High Schooler’s First Blowjob!’ How could I not practice?”
“Oh? With who?” he scoffed, a bit more bitter jealousy seeping into the sneer than he would have liked.
Your face went scrunchy with embarrassment again and then you were sinking back down to run your tongue against the thick vein along the underside. Vil reached out to twine his fingers in your hair and you ducked forward to take him into your mouth.
“You’re lucky you caught me before I got out of the shower,” he said on a sigh, hips twitching when you gave a firmer suck. “This would hardly be worth dirtying myself all over again for—”
You pressed her tongue sharply into the little slit at the head and then dragged the muscle forward in a wide sweep—circling the whole of the most sensitive creases and then applying that same, lovely, suction all over again. Vil groaned, low and rumbling, and he could practically taste the bubbling excitement of your pride bursting along his lips.
You hummed—smug—intentionally loud and muzzy, so that it shot through the buzzing nerves in his skin like a symphony. Vil grit his teeth and dug his fingers into your hair to yank. Instead of popping off with an indignant whine and a trailing string of saliva, you narrowed your eyes at him and then dove forward—relaxing your throat and swallowing him down until your nose was pressed into his pubic bone. Vil cursed, head falling back against the tile wall with a punched-out moan and fingers twining shakily in the short hairs by the base of your skull.
“You have been practicing,” he mumbled, fighting the urge to go a bit cross-eyed when you swallowed around him.
You hummed in affirmation. It vibrated all the way from head to base and he shivered in time with it.
After too many long, long seconds of him nearly slipping down the wall with the curl of his toes, you popped off with a cough.
“I can hold my breath for ages now,” you declared proudly, a smear of milky white smudged along the corner of your lips. You leaned forward to prop your chin up against the jut of his hip bone and smirk up at him with a look that was a touch too genuinely excited to be truly impish. “Told you I could do it.”
“How foolish of me to have ever doubted your dedication,” he scoffed, still a bit too breathless for the sarcasm he was trying to spit. It nearly came out on a gasp and your grin grew wider. He sneered, a bit too harsh under his fluster, “What with your stalwart focus on never even touching the kits I’ve bought you. Let alone making any of the other bevy of improvements that I’ve been trying to put into place for weeks now.”
“Oh?” you droned, sharp. “Well, sorry to disappoint, Lord Vil. I guess I’ll just have to try harder.”
And then without preamble, you were swallowing him down all over again all the way to the root—nose brushing the soft, pale, hair there as you dutifully squeezed your throat and ran your tongue along the underside until he was practically seeing stars. You drove forward further, hands coming up to dig your nails into his thighs as you pushed yourself until you were trembling and pinpricks of sharp tears dotted your lashes. One of those hands shifted between his legs, and you reached out with careful fingers to twine around the delicate stones there and squeeze.
Vil curled forward and came with something that was nearly a shout, trembling and loose as he emptied himself down your throat. You swallowed around each pulse, sending zip after zip of oversensitive buzzing through his veins.
You pulled away with another round of coughing, looking positively debauched. You scrubbed some of the dripping water out of your eyes and then moved to swipe away the stray drops of sticky whiteness that had managed to escape your otherwise valiant efforts to drink him dry.
“Better?” you grinned, hair mused and cheeks wet and sore.
A quip rested on his tongue. Something about how you could not be, when there’d been nowhere to go but up? But the genuinely delighted look on your face, and the soft, hesitant, undercurrent of nervous tension underneath had him loosening his fingers from your hair to rub at one of the milky stains littering your chin.
“It was good,” he said. “Better than that, even. Well done.”
“Worth taking another shower for?” you beamed.
“Worth an entire morning’s routine,” he smiled, far too soft, and leaned down to press a long, wet, kiss to your lips when you went spluttery and shy.
.
.
“I can come by your trailer, if you want,” the succubus offered, as Vil busied himself with blotting a towel over your dripping hair.
“Oh?” he mused. “I thought you only needed to feed once a day.”
“Well, sure. But I mean for your stress relief,” you said on an indignant little puff, crossing your arms tight across your chest. You peeked up from beneath your lashes, cautious. “I mean, only if you’d want that sort of thing.”
He reached out to cup your cheeks and pinch. You whined under his prodding but didn’t swat him away.
Vil sighed, dramatic and put upon. “I suppose if you insist. How could I deny my most precious little protégé anything they ask, hmm?”
“Easily, if the past few weeks are anything to go by,” you sneered around his tugging. “And who’s ‘your protégé’?! I’m the succubus here!”
“Yes,” he drawled. “A succubus who’s needed me to teach them everything they know. What a fearsome creature, indeed.”
“I could fuck you to death,” you threatened, eyes flashing bright and eerie.
Vil pinched harder, until the skin under his fingers went nearly white, and you winced—those same, slitted eyes going a bit glassy and nervous. He leaned forward until his breath ghosted along your lips and he watched your throat bob in a gulp.
“I’d like to see you try.”
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gucciwins · 11 days
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Love
Love told through actions
A/N: another short story. it's sweet and i hope you enjoy
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Love in movies was always spoken to be about grand gestures and confessing your love in the rain. Y/N had never been lucky to be loved like that. Y/N cut off relationships because her partners never made her feel the butterflies books talked about. It was always an empty feeling, and Y/N held out for that something more.
It wasn’t until she met Harry that she realized the movies had it wrong. Love wasn’t about putting yourself on the line or professing your love in order not to lose the person you loved. Love was in every little act of kindness a partner did. 
From the moment Harry came into her life he showed her love. It’s one of the biggest reasons she falls in love with more and more each day.
Harry loved to have Y/N’s coffee made in the morning because he knew it would put a smile on her face. 
He loved to help her put on her coat before leaving the house because then he would be assured she wouldn’t be cold. 
He loved holding her hand and putting it in his pocket because he loved keeping her close.
Harry made a playlist of her favorite songs because he knew how much she hated the shuffle playing the same three songs in a row.
He learned how to braid her hair because sometimes she was busy cooking and needed it out of the way. Harry knew a braid would keep it tight, which is also a reason why he always has a claw clip clipped at the end of his shirt. 
It also made Y/N reflect that she pours her love for him in acts of love. She texts him during her lunch break so he knows she is thinking of him. She helps make his bed in the morning when he’s in the shower. Y/N will make extra lunch because she knows he’s forgetful in packing his own. It’s the little things for them. 
Y/N had a rough day at work, she didn’t let Harry know but she would be going to his place after work. She had spare clothes in her pre-packed bag and was ready to enjoy the night with Harry. Y/N knew she might not be fun company but Harry always managed to put a smile on her face. 
When she arrived at his apartment, she parked in his free space knowing he saved it for her. He’d never make her walk in the dark, especially not alone. She walked up, knocking one time and let herself in. Harry didn’t lock the door when he knew she was on her way. Y/N thought it was unsafe but he promised her it was only a few minutes. 
She took off her shoes, lining them up next to Harrys. Her bag was dumped on a nearby chair. Y/N walked inside trying to find Harry but instead found the living room set up with blankets and pillows. There were endless of her favorite snacks almost spilling off the coffee table. The tv was set up to show the newest Trolls movie ready to be played. 
Y/N felt herself well up with tears. Harry set this up for her, for no other reason than because he wanted to. 
Harry walked out to the restroom, drying off his hair and his shorts hanging low. “Hi, honey.” 
Y/N felt herself melt and hurried over to be in his warm embrace. He was quick to welcome her with a kiss to her temple, Y/N placed her own over one of his swallows. 
“You don’t want to watch Trolls,” she sputters. Not believing he’d watch a dumb kid movie simply because they’re herfavorite. 
Harry frowns, running his hands down her back. “I’ll have you know, I’m a big Branch fan. His character development is set to be huge.”
Y/N giggles, because that means he must have watched the other two films on his own. These were comfort movies that couldn’t make her sad. Their job was to have her sing and laugh to the silliness of the characters. 
“Any special reason for the set up?” Y/N asks curious. 
Harry smirks, pulling away to look at her shining eyes. “Can’t I be a good boyfriend and surprise you?”
Y/N shrugs, “sure but feels a little on the nose.” 
Harry drapes his arm over her shoulder and guides her into the bedroom. He has a change of clothes laid on the bed for her. “You didn’t text me a single heart.” Harry hangs up his towel. “You love putting ten hearts to everything so I knew you must be feeling down or something.”
Y/N feels her tears start up again because Harry really does notice everything. She gestures for Harry to come back over to her and he does quickly. Y/N leans up on her toes and places a kiss on Harry’s sweet lips. It’s an “I love you” one they both don’t have to voice because it’s felt. 
“I’m going to suck your dick so good after we watch the Trolls.” Harry throws his head back in surprise. 
He pulls her into another kiss, much longer and much more passionate. “Don’t take long, I’ve thrown your favorite blanket in the dryer.”
Another, I love you. 
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flwrboi · 1 year
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backstage. ࿏
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♡° pairing. . .  choi san x male reader
♡° genre. . . smut
♡° summary. . .  just good ole fashion, desperate, needy post-concert sex with san because he was just too much while performing for you to keep it in your pants. fully intentional on his end.
♡° includes. . . bottom!reader, idol!san, public sex, grinding, finger sucking, slight orgasm prolonging, unprotected sex (dont irl!!)
♡° wc. . . 2.6k
°A/N. . . this really came out of no where,, i just saw so many more concert clips coming out and i just needed to so badly because he is frustratingly sexy. hope you enjoyyy
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san was hot.
so fucking hot.
and you absolutely hated him for it.
from the way his gorgeous bronze skin radiated under the stage lights and his razor sharp jaw flexed as he danced, his perfectly styled hair never seen out of place, to his devilishly sexy grin and the newfound bulging biceps that were proudly on display in the slim fit tank top he was dedicated to wearing every show.
ateez was only 15 minutes into their setlist and you were already fighting every urge to palm your throbbing dick under your jeans in front of the busy staff.
you received a number of privileges as the boyfriend, as did all of ateez's partners, such as your backstage access and first hand look at how the idol life was ran behind the scenes.
as a collective, ateez tried to not let too many of their current significant others backstage at one time in order to not disrupt the staff, who were very obviously annoyed by your presence. but you'd be lying if you said that kept a handful of you from swarming together towards the end of each show, horny and ready to jump your mens' bones as soon as they finished their final bow.
but alas, it was just you today - san's ridiculously aroused boyfriend with no company to distract him from holding back moans every time san thrusted his hips towards the crowd.
you probably wouldn't have been so bothered already if san hadn't approached you right before taking the stage, dressed in his black bomb-bag styled crop top, revealing just a teasing amount of his chiseled abs.
as expected, he refused to go on stage without his favorite tradition of a pre-show make out. however this time, it was something about the way he was wantonly moaning into your mouth that had a heat igniting your core faster than usual. the vibrations being sent through your body and into the cool steel beams you were pressed against had your pants tightening in no time. just when he had finally rocked his hips into yours, giving your hardened member pleasurable friction, it all to ended too soon as mingi interrupted to rush his bandmate on stage.
as he was being dragged away, san simply shrugged in your direction, smirking at your desperate expression. he flashed you a wink, along with his familiar i'll make it up to you look.
you were definitely gonna hold him to it.
and now here you were, pupils dilating with lust as you watched the monitor zoom in on san licking his teeth agonizingly slow while staring into the camera. he offered another one of his shit eating grins, and you almost came in your own pants untouched, disguising a breathy whimper with a cough.
you considered sneaking off to the restroom to rub one out so you could at least focus on the concert, but you felt paralyzed, unable to move or take your eyes off of the whorishly sexy choi san.
you needed him in a way that felt more torturous than ever before, but there was nothing you could do besides wait it out.
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it was a grueling couple of hours - your cheeks so hot throughout the duration of the show that you actually thought you might melt. you could only handle one more of san's seductive eye rolls or the unbuttoning of his shirt before you finally gave in and went off to satisfy yourself.
but as all storms pass, you saw light at the end of the tunnel as you noticed the concert was finally ending. the boys offered the roaring crowd a bow and began to wave as they fled the stage.
you watched stagnantly as the guys ducked away into their dressing room, before bursting in there yourself.
immediately you spotted san, whose eyes were covered by his black cap as his head was thrown back - gulping down a bottle of water. his protruding adams apple teased you as it bobbed, covered in a reflective sheen of sweat that had you squirming in place. you cleared your throat at the door way, all eight of their heads turning towards you.
as soon as san saw you, he smiled, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes. he could instantly read your mood - knowing you all too well to miss how needy of a state you were in.
"hey baby," he spoke casually, nearly cut off as you rushed up to him and smashed your lips into his.
you sighed as you felt his plush lips envelope yours in a warm embrace, the need you felt causing him to taste even better than you remember. when he pulled back to disconnect your lips, your hands stopped him in place so you could continue laying a fury of kisses to his lips and honestly anything else your mouth could reach. you felt him smirking at the desperate act, along with the dramatic groans of his members behind him.
you could hear wooyoung grumbling something about how you two needed to get a room as san shuffled you back towards the door, holding you back by the shoulders to pause your insatiable actions. you couldn't even bring yourself to be embarrassed in front of the other members like you usually were. the only thoughts running through your head were the feeling of san finally touching your body, and his somehow still prominent cologne taking over your senses.
"relax babe," he cooed as he shut the dressing room door behind him when you both finally exited. "someone missed me, huh."
"oh my god, san. i need you, please." you shamelessly begged, knees feeling weak as his eyes bore down into yours. "somewhere, anywhere, just now. please."
he felt your hands shakily claw against his exposed, muscular collarbones, and you felt the vibration as he groaned. to no one's surprised, he was growing aroused at how pliant you were becoming for him.
before you knew it your back was pressed firmly to a different door, inside of a room you were too dizzy to even analyze as san's lips worked passionately against yours. his large hand laid flat next to your head against the door while you kissed him back with even more fervor, moaning when you let go of his neck to feel along the flexed muscles of his arm.
"so fucking needy for me, hm?" san mumbled against your lips as his free hand traveled up your shirt.
the coolness of his hand sent goosebumps along your body as he gripped your torso - both from the chill and from the excitement of his thumb grazing one of your nipples.
before you could respond, san dipped down to sink his teeth into the sensitive spot of your neck, causing you to moan loudly and nearly fall to your knees.
san immediately returned to your mouth, slipping his tongue inside to muffle your sounds while continuing to devour you whole.
"shhh, don't want everyone to know what i'm doing to you in here, right?" he warned. you could only whine in response, and he chuckled, the low sound causing your cock to harden beyond belief.
san continued to feed you sloppy, opened-mouth kisses, his tongue laving over yours only making you feel weaker. your ravaging hands hastily pushed the black cap off of his head to rake your fingers through his damp raven locks. he pushed his toned body fully against yours, and was most likely the only thing that kept you from dropping to the floor.
san seemed to pick up on the intensity of your erection as ground your hips forward, grazing his own bulge. he hissed at the pleasure, looking down before cocking an eyebrow up at you.
you usually loved san's smile, but you could only squirm whenever you saw it in this context, knowing damn well how much advantage he had over you.
"oh someone's really missed me."
he surged forward to place another searing kiss to your lips before gripping both of your cheeks between with his thumb and index finger, forcing your head to the side as he licked a slow stripe up your jaw while grinding his hardened cock over yours once more.
again, you almost spilled in your own jeans.
"san, san-" you could only repeat his name in a feeble tone.
your boyfriend knew you were begging for more without even needing to say much else, and it was boosting his ego through the roof. he must've also felt you shaking, your poor hands trembling as they needily roamed the patches of his sculpted body that his tank top allowed to be exposed.
your hands dipped underneath his shirt, not minding the sweat one bit as you felt the rippling of his muscles as you attached your mouth to san's neck, sucking salaciously on the thickness of his column as if he were the best thing you'd ever tasted - because he was.
the deep groan that he released in your ear only egged you on, taking the liberty to lick up his own neck before attacking his jaw, nipping to your heart's desires. you wondered how his skin could still be so supple after such a long concert, but he was constantly blowing your mind in all sorts of ways. this fucker really was perfect.
"prince, if you don't stop, i'm gonna have to fuck you right on that couch."
your dick twitched in your pants at his comment, hoping it was a promise rather than a threat. you had been so wrapped up in the phenomenon that was choi san that you hadn't even noticed there was a couch in the lowly dimmed room.
you lifted a leg to wrap around his waist, pressing your bulges together tighter, making you both dizzy. then, taking his earlobe inbetween your teeth, you suckled on it gently before releasing it with a pop.
"god, i don't think i want anything more than that."
the innocence, yet desperation in your feeble tone caused san to snap. within seconds his hands firmly grasped both of your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up in his hold while attacking your mouth with his with much more intensity as he walked you over to the old leather couch and plopped you down on it.
san rose up to quickly strip himself of his tank top, hardly giving you time to ogle as his firm abs and chest before you teeth were clashing once more. you struggled to keep up with the overwhelming pace of his lips as he popped open your button-up shirt, yanking it off of your body.
without missing a beat, the black haired idol shimmied down your body, your loud pants turning to whimpers as he tugged one of your nipples between his teeth. he lathered your exposed nub with the warm wetness of his mouth, his cheeks dimpling at the action. he then tapped his fingers against your lips, you latching on to them without hesitation. obediently sucking his digits and swirling your pink muscle around them, you groaned at the slightly salty satisfaction.
san withdrew his fingers from your mouth once they were nice and coated, and began sucking on your other neglected nipple as his wet fingers went on to tweak the previous.
you were writhing underneath him, just like he liked it, not letting up on you until he found it necessary. when you finally felt him come to a stop, you almost whined out of discontent until you heard the sound of his belt buckle clicking.
shooting your eyes open, you observed as san swiftly removed his pants, aiding you in removing yours as well.
"oh my, look at all of this." san hummed once your jeans were discarded, eyes darkening upon seeing the wet patch of precum on your boxers. "did i do that, babe?"
"please san, just fuck me." was all you could manage, hands reaching out to grab him.
he lowered himself into your embrace happily, loving how your hands smoothed down his naked body while he rid you both of your underwear.
"you've been so patient, love. i'm so proud of you. turn around for me." your boyfriend spoke in a firm but sweet tone, hands helping you adjust yourself with your ass in the air.
thankfully, these little excursions of yours were nothing new, so you were practically already prepped for him. still, san didn't fail to knead both of your smooth ass cheeks in his hands, holding them steadily as he leaned down to lick a fat strip over your entrance for good measure.
you called out in pleasure, gripping the sofa arm for stability.
"mmm, taste extra good when needy for me," san groaned. "ready for me, baby?"
"yes, always ready."
when san bottomed out in you in one long, smooth stroke, you felt your soul practically project from your body.
it was like this everytime, without fail. the entirety of san's girth gliding inside of you, slowly working you open with languid, repetitive strokes was all you needed to tame the hormonal beast that raged inside you.
san's dancers hips never faltered once as he would rhythmically pull out and push into you, hitting that perfect spot in rapid succession. both of his hands held your hips as his strong thighs kept his solid rocking motions sailing.
throwing his head back, san lost his own motive of keeping quiet when he felt how tightly your hole sucked him in. it was hard for him to not lose his sanity with you, when your body consistently responded to him so beautifully.
he finally came back when he heard a meek "babe, i-i'm so close" from your tender lips. quickly, he pulled out of you. not out of punishment, but it didn't cease the frustrated whimpers from you any less. san readjusted hismelf to sit upright against the couch cushion, deliciously spreading his legs for just enough room for you to fit on his lap.
he helped you hover over him, a floodgate of arousal filling his eyes as he watched you bite your bottom lip while sinking back down on to him. you grabbed san's shoulders as you started to tremble once more, rocking back and forth on his lap before you begun to bounce, feeling the stretch at a new angle.
san returned to placing searing kisses on the center of your throat, whispering sweet nothings into your skin. you knew he was reaching his high as well when you felt his hips start stuttering.
"baby, come with me." he whispered, releasing a breathy moan as he thrusted his hips upwards to meet yours.
that was all you needed to hear before rolling your hips forward one more time, feeling the rigid pleasure of his abs as you released your milky liquids all over his chest. you felt him paint the inside of your walls shortly after, a synchronous moan emitting from the both of you.
plopping forward into his embrace, you shakily placed kisses along his shoulder and neck, running your hands through his hair once more as san wrapped his strong arms around you. too satisfied to worry about the stickiness between you too.
"shit, baby. i love you. you were so good, thanks for waiting." he panted, hints of his usual cheerful tone returning to his voice.
"anytime, babe. but god, never make me wait that long again." you replied, exchanging giggles between the two of you.
you suddenly heard a choir of foot steps quickly approaching the nearby door, both of you slightly tensing. neither of you had it in you to move, however, fully fucked and blissed out while enjoying each others embrace.
it was fine, the door was locked.
hopefully.
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jobean12-blog · 6 months
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Can't Keep my Hands to Myself
Pairing: Pre!Outbreak Joel Miller x reader
Word Count: 1,922
Summary: You and Joel have been flirting and dancing around each other for months but neither of you have made a move so Tommy decides to take matters into his own hands and plans a night out.
Author's Note: Here is my second story for Kinktober! One of my favorite things ever are a man's hands and Pedro and his hands are like porn so here we are. I literally just melt when I see them. It's real. LOL Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: flirting, teasing, tension, pet names, light praise, mentions of a-l-co-ho-l, light di-r-t-y talk, semi-pu-b-li-c s-e-x, f-in-ger-in-g.
PS the way he fucking rubs the arm of that chair. IS HE FOR REAL?!?! WTF PEDRO. How am I to live? Anyway, enjoy <3
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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
Joel Miller Masterlist
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“Why do you keep checkin’ the door?”
Joel’s question makes Tommy pull his eyes away from the entrance of the bar as his lips spread into a wide smile.
“No reason big brother.”
Joel’s eyes narrow as he grinds his teeth.
“What are you drinkin’?” Tommy asks him, ignoring Joel’s gruffness.
“Whiskey. On the rocks.”
Just as the bartender finishes pouring the amber liquid and Joel lifts the glass to his lips he catches movement by the doorway. It swings open and you walk in.
You don’t see him yet but he can’t take his eyes off you. He watches over the rim of his glass as you scan the crowd with slow steps.
“I didn’t know she was comin’,” Joel mumbles before downing the rest of the whiskey.
“That a problem?” Tommy asks with a smirk.
“No,” Joel states. “Course not. Why would it be?”
Tommy and Joel stare at each other, an unspoken challenge in their eyes, until you shout Tommy’s name and launch yourself into his arms.
“Hi Tommy!”
Tommy wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your cheek.
You slip from his grasp and turn to Joel.
“Hey Joel,” you say, more quietly.
You lean in to kiss his cheek, missing how his eyelashes flutter closed and his grip tightens on the drink he’s still holding, the glass dwarfed in his large hand.
“Hi darlin’,” he replies.
You start to catch up with Tommy and order a drink, the whole while feeling the weight of Joel’s eyes on you.
“Do you want another?” you turn to ask him, eyeing the empty glass still clutched in his hand.
Your gaze lingers on his hand longer than it should and Joel clears his throat.
“I’m good,” he answers, still watching you intently.
After Tommy finishes off his third drink he excuses himself to the bathroom and you find yourself at the bar alone with Joel.
“I’m going to have one more,” you state, more to yourself than him.
You lean over the bar and try to get the bartenders attention. As you’re doing so, a body knocks into you, throwing you off balance and into Joel.
With an ‘oof’ you practically land in his lap, your palms pressed to his chest and his hands planted firmly on your hips.
“Oh my god,” you breathe out as your body instinctively moves closer.
“Are you alright darlin’?” he murmurs, still holding onto you.
“What?” you say, blinking at him.
“You ok?” he asks again.
“Um…yeah. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean…that guy is drunk and…”
“It’s ok,” Joel says.
Your hands slide up his chest and onto his shoulders as you right yourself. He still doesn’t let go of you. The man behind you teeters again and bumps you, causing you to slip between Joel’s spread thighs.
“He’s really drunk,” you whisper, your face only inches from Joels.
“Seems that way,” Joel grumbles. “Sure you’re alright?”
“Fine,” you assure him, not wanting to move.
Joel’s eyes drag away from yours as he looks over your shoulder. The drunken man is still wobbling on his feet so Joel slides his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, getting you out of the way.
When he removes one of his hands from your waist and rests it on his thigh your eyes are drawn to the gesture. Your skin heats as he spreads his thick fingers and rubs his jeans.
“If he doesn’t move I’m going to make him,” Joel growls.”
Your eyes lift and you meet his gaze. “Hmm?” you ask.
Joel studies your face. “Sure you’re ok princess?”
“Princess?” you repeat, glad to have his solid body keeping you upright.
The corner of Joel’s mouth lifts slightly and his eyes sparkle.
“Totally fine,” you whisper.
When the drunken guy doesn’t leave Joel stands, keeping you tucked safely into his side as he shifts his body protectively in front of you to block you from any more harm.
You feel Joel stiffen when the man knocks into him and just as he’s about to tell him off, the man’s friend rushes over and pulls him away from you both and the bar.
“I hope he has a ride home,” you mutter.
Joel just grunts, his body still pressed to yours as he cages you against the bar.
Tommy returns from the bathroom with a satisfied smug.
“What’s goin’ on here?” he asks, raising his brows as he looks between you two.
You and Joel stare blankly back before quickly separating.
“Nothin’. All good,” Joel mumbles, sitting back down on the barstool.
“Some guy was drunk and kept bumping into me. Pretty sure Joel was about to kick his ass but luckily his friend saved him.”
You giggle and look at Joel, grinning when he winks at you.
“You never got your drink?” Joel says as he waves down the bartender.
He orders for you and gets another whiskey for himself.
While you wait for the drinks Tommy fills you and Joel in on his latest dating escapades. You’re listening, trying to focus, but when Joel starts to mindlessly smooth his hand across the bar top it distracts you and you find yourself drowning in thoughts of what his hands would feel like on your bare skin.
“Babe?” Tommy says, snapping his fingers in front of your face.
“Yeah! Hi!” you squeak. “What did you say? I missed that.”
“I could tell,” Tommy teases before repeating his question.
You don’t dare look at Joel because you can feel his eyes on you.
You manage to stay involved in the rest of the conversation but then Tommy gets a phone call and walks outside the bar to take it.
You fiddle with your empty drink glass and avoid meeting Joel’s eyes.
“What’s goin’ on with you princess?” Joel asks.
He mimics your movements, twirling the whiskey glass between his long fingers. You watch the action instead of answering.
“Can you stop?” you ask, a bite in your words.
“Stop what?” he counters, leaning into your space.
You huff out a sigh of annoyance and cross your arms over your chest.
“Why do you keep staring at my hands?”
Your mouth falls open and then you close it abruptly.
“I am not!”
“Yes,” he murmurs as he takes the edge of your stool and pulls you and the seat between his spread legs, “you are. Wanna tell me why princess?”
“I’m not a princess.”
You press your lips together and raise your chin defiantly. His lips curl slowly upwards as he lifts his hand and ghosts it along your thigh, his touch so light it makes you shiver.
Your breath rushes out in a sigh and you drag your teeth over your bottom lip.
“You have hands!” you blurt out, feeling flustered.
He stops moving his fingers and presses them into your skin.
“You’re right about that darlin’,” he smirks. “I do have hands.”
“Joel!” you huff. “What I meant to say…”
You trail off and look for your drink but you finished it a while ago so instead you grab Joel’s whiskey glass and throw back the last sip.
“You have really nice hands and your fingers are so…so…”
After you say the words you dip your chin and settle your gaze on his fingers pressed into your skin. ��They’re so big.”
When you lift your face to look at him his jaw is clenched, the muscles flexing as he holds your gaze. Your eyes drop to his mouth and then wander over his beard.
“See somethin’ else you like princess?” he simpers.
Your fingers reach out, hovering just centimeters away from his lips and your breath hitches when you feel his grip on your thigh tighten. The air between you crackles with electricity and it feels like your skin is on fire.
He murmurs something you don’t quite catch, tilting his head closer as his calloused fingertips slide over your silky skin.
The moment is broken when you hear your name being shouted over the noise of the crowd. Joel’s eyes snap up and he pulls back. Your turn to see your friend coming toward you. Her excited hello breaks you out of your haze but you barely have time to say anything to Joel before your friend whisks you away to the bathroom, going on about how great it is to see you and how she has something to tell you that absolutely can’t wait.
After giving her as much attention as you can muster without being rude you excuse yourself and sneak out of the bathroom, wanting nothing more than to get back to Joel.
Before you can turn the corner of the dimly lit hallway a strong hand wraps around your arm and you’re yanked into something hard.
You gasp but sag in relief when you lock eyes with Joel’s dark brown irises, feeling his chest brush yours with every breath he takes.
“Where’d you go?” he asks, tension radiating off his entire body.
“Missed me that much?” you counter, batting your lashes.  
His eyes darken at your cheekiness and your eyes light up in victory. He carefully backs you up toward the wall, trapping you against it with his body.
“Think I’ll keep you all to myself for the rest of the night,” he whispers, his voice hot against your ear.
With an arch to your back you press closer, lowering your lashes as your fingers dance up his chest. When you hear your name, a whispered plea on his lips, you comb your fingers through his hair and tug on the soft strands.
His hand slips around the back of your neck and draws you closer, his mouth so close you can feel his warm breath.
You lift a challenging brow and he growls, squeezing your neck harder as his free hand smooths down your curves, teasing the hem of your dress.
He dips his head, inching closer and at the same time his fingers move higher, grazing between your legs. You tremble in his arms.
With a hiss he runs a finger over your soaked panties. His touch is teasingly light and you spread your legs, opening them in a silent invite.
“Good girl,” he praises, pushing your panties aside and sliding his finger through your wetness, gathering it before he circles your clit.
“Tell me princess. What do you want?”
“You…your fingers,” you whimper as you circle your hips. “Fuck me with your fingers.”
His groan is guttural and in sync with your wanton moan as he slips a long finger inside you, pushing deeper when you beg for more.
It isn’t until you’re chanting his name and quietly pleading that he adds a second finger, fucking you in earnest.
Your eyes flutter closed but he slides his hand from the back of your neck and settles it at the base of your throat, putting light pressure before his thumb presses under your chin and he pulls your focus to him.
“No, keep your eyes on me. I want to see you come for me.”
You’re instantly on the edge, teetering so close that the slightest stimulation will make you shatter. With a swipe of his thumb across your clit he pushes a third finger inside you, the stretch bordering on pleasurable pain and you come hard, crying out his name.
He draws out your bliss, fingers still buried deep inside you as he growls in your ear, “you’re going to remember just how much you love my hands with every step you take tomorrow.”
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airybcbyy · 8 months
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Dilf! Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader
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a/n – was talking to a friend and even though i’m not a gojo girlie, the thought of dilf gojo fucking u stupid made me drool🫶🏼
content – age gap, gojo is around 40+ in this, reader is in her early 20s, power dynamic(?), reader is gojos child’s teacher, overstimulation, dilf! gojo, gojo screwing reader stupid, drunken hook up, except reader is the drunk one, kinda(very) ooc gojo?, reader and gojo start to get freaky on the dinner table but end up in his room, gojo calls reader “doll, baby girl” and “whore” once, refers to himself as “daddy” once, that’s it i think! lmk if i missed anything!
synopsis – you just couldn’t help yourself when it came to the man who came to pick up his son from school everyday. and little did you know, he couldn’t keep his mind off of you either.
Dilf! Gojo who met you, a sweet young girl, when he’d come to pick up his son from school pick up
Dilf! Gojo who couldn’t help but notice how your face flushed bright red when he gave you that award winning smile
Dilf! Gojo who told his ex that he’d be picking up their son after school everyday just so he could get a glimpse of you just once more
Dilf! Gojo who slowly became obsessed with his sons little pre school teacher
Dilf! Gojo who listens to his sons little rants about what he did at school today before getting the perfect idea
Dilf! Gojo who asks his son , “what’s your teachers name?”
“ms. y/n! she’s my favorite!”
and maybe, just maybe, Dilf! gojo thought that you could become his new favorite too.
the next day Dilf! Gojo came to pick up his son up once more.
Dilf! Gojo who could see the blush on your face from the moment he’d come into your eyesight
Dilf! Gojo who gave you that charming boyish smile that made all the ladies drop to their knees as he came up to grab his son.
and trust me, you almost fell to your knees- if you weren’t at work, you would have.
Dilf! Gojo who hands you a cute little note that looked like it was written by his child, “i know you probably can’t read that,”
he was right, you really couldn’t.
“but he wants you to come over tonight for dinner. you are his favorite teacher , after all.”
and who were you to say no to the man that almost every mother was staring at?
unbeknownst to you: Dilf! Gojo was taking his son back to his mothers house right after school
tonight, you were all his.
Dilf! Gojo who’d ordered the best take out and wine in preparation for tonight
Dilf! Gojo who made sure to look his best in his light blue button up and tight black slacks
Dilf! Gojo who sprayed his best cologne on just to make sure you remember this smell as him and only him
Dilf! Gojo who almost tripped over the coffee table as he rushed to the door after hearing the smallest knock
Dilf! Gojo who patted himself down to make sure there wasn’t even a small wrinkle in his shirt
Dilf! Gojo who opened the door and practically melted at how cute you looked
Dilf! Gojo who couldn’t help but stare at the little black dress being just tight around your perfect ass as you walk into his home
Dilf! Gojo who gets snapped out of his daze when you ask him where his son is
“oh, he’s at his moms house tonight. silly me, i forgot about that, but i didn’t want to make you feel left out, so i thought i could get to know you…personally.”
Dilf! Gojo who felt an almost sadistic grin trying to fight its way onto his face when he noticed how your already pink cheeks turn into an almost crimson at his comments
Dilf! Gojo who happily sat down with you at the table, right across from each other yet you felt like he was breathing down your neck
Dilf! Gojo who let’s out a breathy laugh when he sees you jump when he asks if you’d like some wine
Dilf! Gojo who smiles as he watched you tell him “more” “more” and, of course, “more.” as he pours you wine until your glass is so full he’s afraid you’ll spill it with one shaky breath.
Dilf! Gojo who chats with you over absolutely nothing until he can hear your words slurring
Dilf! Gojo who can’t help but let you keep embarrassing yourself when you start talking about him
“ you’re jus’ … so hot.”
“ wanna kiss you so bad…”
Dilf! Gojo who has to physically hold himself back from jumping across the table
Dilf! Gojo who just leans over, chin in his palm as he looked over at you,
“ then why not come over here and do it baby girl? ”
Dilf! Gojo who had you laid on his kitchen table, take out and wine long forgotten as he kissed you like he’d never be able to do it again
Dilf! Gojo who pulls his lips away from you, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
Dilf! Gojo who could only smirk when he’d heard your drunken whines for him to give you “ jus’ one more kiss…”
Dilf! Gojo who only expected tonight to be the start of one of his new favorite hookups, not expecting to actually fuck you tonight .
Dilf! Gojo who can’t help but feel bad for you, but yet so happy for himself. weren’t you ever taught to not put out on the first date?
Dilf! Gojo who cooed at you every time you opened your mouth
“ don’t you worry , baby. you’ll get what you want.”
poor, drunk you couldn’t remember that this was your students father
Dilf! Gojo who carries you up to his bedroom with one arm while the other is busy discarding of your clothes
Dilf! Gojo who has your clothes off before you hit the bed
Dilf! Gojo who had you squirming under his gaze as he licked a stripe up your cunt
Dilf! Gojo who holds down your waist when you start trying to move away from his mouth
“ stay still, doll. i’m not done yet.”
Dilf! Gojo who gives you a toothy grin before going back down on you, sucking on your clit while his fingers are inside of your hole🫶🏼
Dilf! Gojo who smirks when he feels you tightening around his fingers
“ m-mhm g-gojo i’m gonna–” you whined out
“ i know doll, come for me. ”
Dilf! Gojo who takes everything you have to give from your first orgasm of the night
Dilf! Gojo who sucks on your clit after cleaning you up to the point where he starts overstimulating you
Dilf! Gojo who doesn’t realize how mean he’s being until you’re pulling on his hair whining for him to kiss you again
Dilf! Gojo who just can’t resist giving his sons cute little teacher exactly what she wants and kisses you so you can taste him and yourself on his tongue.
Dilf! Gojo who lines his cock up to your hole with a smug grin on his face
Dilf! Gojo who gets off on hearing you cry about how it’s not going to fit
“it’ll fit, babygirl, don’t you worry.” he cooes at you.
Dilf! Gojo who slams into you with one quick thrust, watching as your whole body moves up on the mattress as you let out the loudest moan he’d ever heard
Dilf! Gojo who immediately starts fucking you like there’s no tomorrow
Dilf! Gojo who makes fun of how silly you look going stupid over his cock
“ look at you, my sons cute little teacher going stupid over some daddy cock. what a whore. ”
Dilf! Gojo whose eyes are transfixed on where your hips are meeting, a white ring around his cock everytime he pulls out
Dilf! Gojo who takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on the bud just to hear more of your moans
Dilf! Gojo who knows for certain that he won’t be pulling out of your tight cunt when you tighten around him
“ g-gojo–”
Dilf! Gojo who tells you to call him satoru since you’re already letting him fuck your silly little pussy
“satoru!!” you moaned out, turning your flushed face away from him as you came around him
Dilf! Gojo who is sure you’re trying to milk him for all he’s worth
Dilf! Gojo who gets really close to your face when he’s about to cum
“ ya gonna take my cum, baby girl? gonna be my good whore and take all my cum? ” he cooes at you, a smirk set on his face
Dilf! Gojo who let’s his seed fill your cute little cunt and makes sure you don’t waste a drop
Dilf! Gojo who pulls out of you and uses his fingers to make sure you don’t waste a drop of his precious seed
Dilf! Gojo who slips on his boxers and walks out of the room to get you a warm rag and some water to clean you up
Dilf! Gojo who comes back into the room to see you already passed out in his bed
Dilf! Gojo who wipes you down and lays down beside you before falling asleep with an arm around your waist
Dilf! Gojo who dreams of his sons cute little preschool teacher crying over his cock🫶🏼
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AHHH THIS WAS SO EMBARRASSING TO WRITE. but hey, gojo ammiright? 😼
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mamayan · 7 months
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★彡YOBAI☆彡
Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem! Reader
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Yobai “Night Crawling”
The pre-Meiji Era practice of slipping into a consenting woman’s room at night for sexual relations or even courtship.
TW: (M)(F) Sex • Overstimulation • Oral (F!) • Creampie • Baby Trapping? • Yobai • Fingering (F) • Pet names (Good Girl/Pretty Girl)
Idea inspired and given by @rottmntrulesall ♥️♥️♥️
It’s distracting.
Not the methodical way in which he brings down his blade nor the laughter of passing servants on the outskirts of the training field. No, it’s the sound of her voice ringing repeatedly in his mind like a mantra. The way she beamed when he complimented her delicious dishes she served to him.
It’s distracting him from training, the way he can’t help but remember the way her yukata hugged her figure. The slight peak of her wrist when she outstretched her hand to place another dish on the table after he’d collected nearly 20 plates already.
Yes, it’s distracting how his clothes weigh down a little too heavily on his straining cock, his smile not wavering despite the hard training he’s doing to halt these perverse thoughts about a woman who hardly knows him. She’d be terrified, Kyojuro decides, if he even uttered a sentence of the debauched things he wants to do to her.
Like if he’d acted on impulse in her establishment, swiped every dish off the table and grabbed her arm to force her onto it. Make her spread her legs and let him have the dessert he was truly craving.
Her.
His eyes tracked your curves, following the sweet sway of your hips as you hustled around the kitchen. You’d been working since sunrise, and it was twilight outside now. Kyojuro worried a bit for your health, seeing you even skip lunch in order to fulfill orders in your shop. He did admit it’s no surprise how busy your establishment was, your cooking delicious and something he wishes he could eat everyday.
Which he could do if you were his wife.
It’s a lingering thought that remains for the next several days.
He stops his incessant “patrolling” outside, noting he’s attracted a few too many gazes due to the length in which he’s been watching you.
“Brother?” Senjuro had noticed his older brother often staring into space lately, worried it was something deeply bothering him.
“Ah! Yes?” Snapping out of it, the flame Hashira smiles widely at his beloved younger brother.
“Is something… bothering you?” The hesitant way his sensitive and kind younger brother asked melted Kyojuro, unable to truly lie. He also saw no true point either, if he was this badly infatuated wouldn’t it be better to speak it aloud and share with his precious family?
“Mhm. There’s a woman I believe I’m in love with!” His proud smile and puffed chest left Senjuro dumbfounded.
“I-I see… have you been courting her then?” His wide curious eyes sparking up at his elder brother, a bit excited at the prospect of having an older sister around.
“Haha! No!” Again with that proud smile.
Senjuro wondered why he wasn’t too surprised, a bit ashamed to admit his elder brother wasn’t terribly well versed in courtship. Senjuro shudders a bit at the memory of the gossiping aunties which would pass by their front gate chattering about this and that.
An idea came to his mind though, something to help his elder brother obtain a wife!
“Mm, Brother, have you thought of courting her through Yobai?” The question being asked by such an innocent face quite alarming. Kyojuro’s smile doesn’t waver, but he seems to contemplate seriously.
“Mhm.. that’s not a bad idea Senjuro! I will try that to see if my affections are returned!” With a hand on his hip, Kyojuro further solidifies his resolve. His younger brother smiling sweetly as he basks in the praise of his elder brother.
“Also, Senjuro?” Kyojuro’s wide grin softened.
“Yes Brother?” Senjuro focused away from his sword practice back onto his elder brother.
“How do you know what that is?”
“Huh? Isn’t it just another way to confess your feelings?”
“…” Kyojuro smartly remained silent, unsure if his younger brother is actually old enough for such information yet.
It’s not for another month that Kyojuro acts, busy with missions and slaying demons. He’d gotten a fairly nasty injury as well, so he’d patiently waited until it was healed before attempting yobai. Quite popular amongst his generation, Kyojuro had certainly heard many flowery tales of the act and subsequent love stories to follow. He knew where you lived, and embarrassingly enough your routine. Being the adorable creature of habit which you were and business woman.
When night fell and the crescent moon hung high, Kyojuro finally steeled himself to enter your home.
He’s not quiet.
In fact, you wake up quickly to the noise, your groggy sleep filled mind briefly wondering if a stray cat had decided to pay your kitchen a visit again. Keeping your blanket still wrapped around you, you slid out of your bed to investigate. This neighborhood you occupied very low in crime and burglaries, but you still felt around your bedside for the wooden stick you kept in case of emergency.
Which apparently was necessary now as your blanket slips, a tall man standing incredibly suspiciously in your home, looking more like a curious guest than a burglar. You make eye contact, though it’s somewhat hard to make out any distinct features in the low lighting, parting your lips to scream your battle cry before attack. You aren’t able to make a peep. Your cry muffled by a large warm palm, eyes connecting in the dim light with yellow gold and red irises. The stick is fished from your fingers quickly.
Familiar and truly unforgettable.
How could you? When the man would frequent your eatery and quite frankly disturb your other customers with his voracious appetite and adorable compliments in between bites?
“Mhhuu—?” You try to speak.
His head tilts, smile still in place.
“Sorry, I don’t understand?” He chuckles, his hand remaining firmly over your mouth, one hand attached to your bicep to gently keep you from pulling away.
Your eyes narrow in irritation, a hand coming to wrap around his wrist and tug.
“Haha! Very cute, but are you going to scream?” His amusement in this situation is baffling, but you shake your head nonetheless to remove his palm from your face. When he does and takes a step back, still very much within your personal space, you take a second to rub your temples and dispel an oncoming headache.
“Rengoku-san… what exactly are you doing? Please tell me you aren’t here for an evening meal…” your vacant gaze and mistrustful eyes convey that you don’t put the gluttonous act past him in the least. His smile doesn’t waver, in fact it grows a bit as he seems to contemplate your words seriously.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to you cooking a meal for me ever, but that’s not why I’m here now.”
That has your full attention now.
“So why are you here?” Looking up at the tall man before you, it occurs to you that you aren’t the least bit suspicious or afraid of him. Any normal woman would be terrified right? Yet his presence truly invoked a feeling of absolute safety, as if nothing could harm you with him around. It may just be subconscious, from the time a customer had come in rather intoxicated one evening and become handsy with you. Rengoku hadn’t hesitated, grabbing the man up by his lapel and hauling him out of your shop. He’d been back to finishing his food immediately, laughing and bringing back the comical mood which seemed to always be present when he dined.
“Mhm, I came for you.” His statement leaves you further confused.
“…Me?” Did he need your help with something?
“Yes!” His confident smile spoke of no ill intent, and certainly it must be important since it’s the middle of the night. You nod slowly in confirmation, he wasn’t a stranger necessarily, and you of course liked the passionate man. He certainly wasn’t hard on the eyes either…
“Okay.” Hopefully whatever he needed your help with would be quick, your bed likely becoming cold in your absence.
His smile widened, his eyes crinkling beautifully as he seemed to light up the dim room with his mood alone.
“Then, please excuse me!” His jovial tone truly left you defenseless, not even considering what his next actions would be.
He’s too fast—really—you didn’t stand a chance.
He’s captured your waist, hauling you right up against him, a gasp barely escaping your lips before they’re devoured by his own.
“—Mn!” You’re crushed against him, your soft figure being molded and squished against his firm one. He doesn’t hesitate, very much true to his personality which vibrates charismatic openness. His hands are on you, more than just to keep you close, but to lift and push you bit by bit. You’re too distracted and surprised by the kiss, his body temperature several degrees warmer than your own, the kiss leaning away from innocence as his tongue licks the seem of your lips.
You’re awoken from the trance he’d placed on you with his lips when you’re pushed back into your bed.
“You really are breathtaking.” Kyojuro’s grinning face conveying nothing but honesty and adoration.
“Rengoku—,” he’s pinning you down, lips moving to kiss at your sensitive neck, up to your ear. You’re quivering beneath him, confused and dazed, but undeniably aroused from this unexpected situation. When his tongue flicks out to lick to shell of your ear, you whine and squirm, the sensation sending pleasant shocks down your body.
“Call my first name…” He’s murmuring quieter than before against you, more focused on leaving wet kisses and gentle nips on your pretty skin. His actions are distracting, and maybe if it’d been anyone else you’d be struggling and furious. Except it wasn’t anyone else, it was the man who’d crawled into your heart long ago. The man you figured wouldn’t want someone like you, always busy working and keeping your dream alive. The woman who many men had passed over due to your passion for your job.
“You smell good…” it’s a bit embarrassing when he says it, clearly feeling you tense up and chuckling at your reaction. “You feel good too, but I bet I can make you feel better. Shall we see?” You look up at him, his flaming hair framing you both a bit as he leans over your face.
When would an opportunity for passion like this come again?
It’s not a difficult conclusion to make, as you wrap your arms around his neck and drag him closer to kiss you again. The man happy to indulge and kiss back, overjoyed when you slip your tongue into his mouth. Your arms locking tighter and pulling him even closer.
Slotting a knee in between your thighs, Kyojuro begins allowing his hands to dance over your night clothes. Up your sides and down, over your belly and down to your thighs and back up. You break the kiss, lips slightly puffy and wet.
“You’re teasing…” you complain with adorably furrowed brows, a pout in place Kyojuro can’t help but laugh and kiss.
“I’m not teasing! What do you want me to do?”
It briefly occurs this man may… be a virgin. Despite his eager to please and outgoing attitude, it might be the case.
Or he’s teasing you even further.
Either way, in your room you’re able to see even better, the flush on his pale skin and the somewhat wild look in his eyes. It’s an erotic imagine within your mind, but you want to see how far his blush goes.
Your hands grab and pull at his haori, pushing it off his shoulders.
“I want you to strip.” It’s a bold command, but the grin he gives you is nothing if not comforting and encouraging. “I want to touch you…” he pauses his hasty disrobing while considering your words, his chest bared as well as his defined shoulders and biceps.
He further undresses, only his fundoshi covering himself now, though it does little to hide his straining erection. A wet spot already formed, likely where his tip is leaking.
A shiver of excitement and thrill races through you, your own arousal spiking.
“What’s the matter? You said you wanted to touch me. Here.” Your world is flipping, and within moments you’re straddling Kyojuro as he lays back, one hand behind his head and the other on your hip. Your clothed pussy pressed directly over his cock, and it’s difficult not to grind down as your clit rubs against him sensually.
“Oh.” Your hands come down upon his chest, feeling the muscles and scars littered about. Your eyes travel to his face, still smiling, but it’s softer and more lazy than before.
“Kyojuro is very beautiful.” Your comment seems to surprise him, a delighted expression consuming his features as he bucks up under you and pulls another moan from your lips.
“You are a feast for my eyes, pretty girl.” The indulgent tone has you rolling your hips now, grinding down on him as yours hands touch and explode his exposed chest and arms. His body flushed like his face, his pink nipples catching your attention quickly.
Kyojuro isn’t expecting you to lean over and lick his chest, a hand coming to the back of your head endearingly. He jolts at a sharp nip you give to his nipple, grunting in pleasure as your hips continue to rub just enough to keep him aching. When you peek up from his chest, eyes half lidded in lust, he’s tempted to just roll you back over to enjoy you himself, but he refrains on account of how lovely you are in this position.
“Are your nipples sensitive?” Your question only furthering to drive him crazy, his grin a bit manic as he clenches his fist behind his head.
“Mhm! Your wet little mouth feels good.” You’re flustered but encouraged nonetheless to continue sucking and licking at his chest and nipples, doting his skin in a few marks which would last a while. You don’t want to admit it aloud, but his sweat and scent were somewhat intoxicating you, the masculine appeal of him beneath you leaving you needier than you’ve ever been.
He’s more patient than you, as you finally break and begin to remove your sleepwear, exposing your skin for his eyes and hands now as they move to touch where you were previously covered. When you’ve undressed to the same point as him, Kyojuro groans loudly, gripping your hips to further add pressure between you both. “So pretty… I’m very honored to be seeing you like this.” His voice is lower, more reverent as he tears his gaze from your heaving chest up to your face, taking in your watery eyes and sweet expression.
You’re on your back again in an instant, his body shifting and moving to between your thighs. His face right before your cunt, but his eyes lock with yours.
“May I?” His question of consent simple, but it only takes a small nod from you to have him removing your last piece of clothing.
He’s hums in approval as he stares at your soaked entrance, his thumbs moving to press and pull you further open.
“Kyojuro—!” Your startled gasp as he blows on you is adorable, his grin hidden as he finally drags his tongue up from your weeping hole to your swollen clit. The cry you release sending even more blood rushing to his dick, the fabric covering him soaked from you grinding. “Mhm! Really, I’d die a happy man if I could taste you like this everyday.” His statement causing you to choke on air, the brazen way he speaks at this point shouldn’t be of surprise to you.
He doesn’t give you time to think further on it, now beginning to lavish and lap at your pussy like he downs your meals, ravenous and loudly.
His saliva coupled with your flowing juices has his lips and chin wet, and when you close your thighs in pleasure around his head, he’s excited to feel you shaking and twitching. His own hips rut into the mattress, seeking some source of relief as he fully focuses his mouth on making you cum.
Your whimpers and whines letting him know he’s making you feel good.
“Kyojuro—oh, yes, please! Feels good~” when your hands moved to twist into his hair, to try to pull him closer as you buck and moan, he’s wearing a victorious expression. His ego inflating by the second, just before you finally cry out in release.
“M’gonna cum—ngh!” You’re back arching off the bed, head thrown back in ecstasy, Kyojuro continues to lick and suck until you’re whining and pushing his face away now.
With a chuckle, he complies, fascinated by the picture you paint before him. Your skin coated in a sheen of sweat, naked and panting as you come down from your first high.
“You did very good!” His praise is startling, your heavy eyes looking at him and unable to keep the smile off your own lips.
“You did too… thank you.” Your own compliment and gratitude earning you a wet and sloppy kiss, your own release tasted and shared. His hands dance down your thighs as his head moves to kiss down your chest to your breasts.
He’s gentle, more than you were, as he gives attention to each nipple, rolling his tongue around them until they’re wet before blowing cool air on them. “I’ve fantasized about this many times, but the reality is much better.” His confession has your heart hammering away in your chest, his honest expression hard to deny.
Of course, his romantic words are followed by his finger dragging through your slick and shoving a finger inside you.
“Oh fuck” your head falls back again, and you’re content to allow him his freedom to touch and explore you, enjoying the pleasure and intimacy of him covering you.
His lips find yours as one finger begins to move and rub around your gooey walls, stretching you before another joins. Your hips open wider, your moans swallowed by Kyojuro as he works your pretty cunt open for him.
He moans when he feels your hands grab at him, untying his underwear and reaching to wrap your warm soft fingers around his cock and stroke.
“Hn, harder, tighten your grip like—yes, just like that. Good girl.” He’s moaning unabashedly, his hips jerking into your hand while you writhe in pleasure from his own fingers hitting a certain spot inside. When you cry out, loudly moaning and trying to work your hips for him to hit that spot again, he’s curling his fingers and vigorously stimulating it. It’s hard to focus with the pleasure, your mind clouded but your grip still tight around his cock as he allows his own stimulation to rise and wane. His focus on your face and pretty pleasure filled expression.
“That’s it,” he coos, “Looking so cute… do you know what it does to me?” His words aren’t truly entering your mind as you feel another orgasm approaching.
The loud wet squelching of your pussy catching his focus from your face as he watches you greedily take his fingers.
It’s hard for him to keep pace, the urge to just let you finish on his cock strong but his need to truly wreck you outweighing it. You will be coming on his cock, but you can finish on his fingers first. There’s an order to things, and he’s determined to follow it.
You’re not informed of this though, moaning and crying beneath him none the wiser of his true intentions tonight. Of ruining any other man for you, instead you’re softly babbling your impending orgasm.
“Kyo, again, m’gonna cum—!” Your scream of pleasure is silent and you grit your teeth and bare it, this one twisting your insides almost painfully as you clamp down on his fingers and cum.
He’s inwardly extremely pleased that you called him by a nickname, fluffing up as he gently pulls his sticky fingers and hand away from your cunt as you go limp.
You can only watch in fascination as he licks his hand and fingers, his eyes connecting with your own and the sinful display causing you to grip and remember you have his cock still in your hand.
It drags a moan from him, his teasing display forgotten as he jerks and fucks your hand. He grips your wrist to keep you from pulling back as he gives a few quick pumps in your grip before releasing you panting.
“Now,” he smiles, and his sweet expression doesn’t match the manhandling as he drags you to him, thighs on either side his own now. He taps his tip a few times against your overstimulated clit, your little cry too cute to resist as he leans over you to capture your lips and mouth.
He moans into it while he slicks his cock up with your release, the copious amount more than enough for a smooth entry.
You’re breaking the kiss to grip his shoulders and moan as he enters you, his cock thick and stretching you twice as much as his fingers did, a slight burn as he pushes all the way in without rest. He’s panting heavily, eyes heavy lidded and lips parted as he looks hungrily down at you, his smile gone and a more serious tone set as he maintains eye contact. His first thrust is slow, letting you feel each vein and drag of him before snapping his hips forward.
“Oh!” He’s not quick, and you’re simultaneously overwhelmed and craving more as you’re made to take what he’s giving when he’s giving it. One hand on your hip to keep you pinned and from wiggling. The other slipping behind your head to cage you close as he looks right at you with each thrust.
It’s embarrassing, you aren’t able to look away, and it’s melting you from the inside out as he keeps hitting that spot and making stars dance in your eyes. Like his fiery looks and personality, you’re lit ablaze inside while he makes love to you.
“You feel so wonderful, I think I’m losing my mind.” You gasp and call his name, trying to focus on the words he speaks while he moves.
“It’s so tight and wet, do you feel good? Should I touch you here?” He removes his hand from your hip to thumb at your clit, striking a match to your pleasure as you tighten even more around him.
“Kyojuro—!”
“Oh?” He’s delirious on pleasure despite his firm grasp of control, sinking deeper with a rougher thrust as he rolls your clit softly. “I think you are feeling good.”
“Yesh s’good~” you can’t go anywhere, your words slurred and eyes rolling back as his body acts as a steel cage around you as he keeps giving.
The pat pat pat of his thrusts loud and echoing around the room, in accompaniment to your combined sounds of pleasure.
“If I impregnate you, isn’t it customary to marry? Should we get married? Hey?”
You aren’t paying any attention as he works you into a frenzy.
“More please~!”
“Haha! You sound so cute, I’m really losing it.” His light tone doesn’t match his somewhat concerning words, his thrusts picking up in speed and brutality inside your poor cunt.
“We should get married, I’d love to have you as my wife.” He’s mumbling a bit now, his words not as clear as he grunts. A bead of sweat dripping down his brow as he tries to get as deep inside you as possible now.
“S’too much!” You cum purely on accident, the force of your orgasm torn from you and leaving you actually crying now. Kyojuro didn’t mean to pinch your clit so hard, and if he wasn’t drowning on his own ecstasy he’d apologize more for it.
“Sorry sorry, you’re too cute, really, look at you. Marry me,” he’s losing rhythm, his eyes intense and too passionate for you to do much else but blindly wrap your arms around him, holding on as he begins really fucking you into the mattress.
“Marry me,” he’s groaning, smashing your lips together and sloppily playing with your tongue as you whimper and moan beneath him.
“Marry me—!” He’s not really asking anymore, your pussy so tight it’s unnerving as he whines, his balls taunt and tight as they slap against your ass, soaked by your cum.
“I’m going to cum.” You can’t speak, not anymore, as you’re senselessly taken to another peak, nails digging into Kyojuro hard enough to almost break skin.
“I’m going to fill you up, okay?” Really, he isn’t asking, not with the look in his eyes telling you he’s serious.
“Kyo~”
“Mhm—Ahh!” His moan turns into a strangled cry, his head falling in between your breasts as he slows and finally comes apart. His sweat dripping onto your heated skin, hands firmly on your thighs, and you vaguely note there will be bruises there later. He’s thrusting softly, shallow little movements to stay as deep as possible while he regains his sanity.
You feel dizzy and weak, and especially in need of a glass of water or something as your throat hurts just a bit.
It’s not truly settled, the fact that a man who isn’t you husband has just asked for your hand while coming inside of you.
It’s leaves a nervous feeling in your gut…
Which is expelled as fast as it takes him to look at you.
“…?” You really are amazed by him, as he laughs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close in his sticky embrace.
“You’re mine now!” His proclamation so loud he’s likely to have awoken your elderly neighbors, your panicked whispered hushes doing nothing to dispel his good mood.
“Yobai truly is this generations best match making!”
“…what..?” Your confused expression has his head tilting, though it’s more from his observation of your cuteness.
“Isn’t that when a men leaves courting gifts at night for the woman he fancies?” You ask softly.
“My younger brother thought the same thing, I wonder if it’s a new excuse for parents?” His words oddly invoke a twitch in your eye.
“Let’s get you cleaned up!”
He’s scooping you boisterously into his arms, carrying you of your room as you briefly wonder if this really is your life from now.
A quick glance up to his handsome and smiling face tells you that it wouldn’t be a bad one.
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Private Landing (Lewis Hamilton Fanfic)(2/?)
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SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?
INSPO: this post
PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aurora "Rorie" Phillips-Hamilton (faceclaim is Justine Skye)
WARNINGS: drama, angst, sexual content, formula one b.s., pre-established relationship (with flashbacks). RATED M (18+)
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CHAPTER 2: Rorie's World
Rorie was swift with delivering Penni, and perhaps even the world, what they wanted. Lewis hovered close by as she sifted through her Instagram account, selectively archiving photos with their son's face before switching it over to a public account.
Lewis couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he looked at his wife, admiring the way her curves seemed to fit perfectly in all the right places: slender waist and widened hips that rounded out to a pert ass, all of which had become gifts after giving birth to their child, along with her full breasts that he loved to hold in his hands.
He couldn't help but feel proud and a little smug knowing that she was quite the catch; he knew she would cause quite a stir once the world got to know her.
Despite his initial concerns, Rorie's demeanor had noticeably changed. At first, it was subtle - her shoulders relaxed, her posture improved - but then as more followers and comments flooded her feed, a small smile began to appear at the corner of her mouth. It was a glimpse of that wild, unpredictable side that had initially attracted him to her all those years ago, the spark that made her a force to be reckoned with.
When they first met at a bar in New York City, she was a sharp-tongued, no-nonsense data analyst on Wall Street who had him wrapped around her finger by the end of the night. Lewis understood and admired her directness because he could relate on many levels, but he also discovered a softer side to Rorie when she talked about her interests and dreams.
Lately, however, ever since becoming a mother and throwing herself into their joint charitable foundation, Mission 44, her focus had shifted. She had become consumed by their son's well-being, pouring all her energy into nurturing him.
Don't get him wrong, Lewis adored the way Rorie doted on their son, Lyric. Seeing her gently cradle their child, singing lullabies in her melodious voice, was a sight that melted his heart every time. But he couldn't shake the lingering desire for her to rekindle the fire within herself - to dive back into her passions of music and fashion that once captivated her every thought.
There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, but he couldn't deny how amazing she was. He wanted to keep her all to himself, yet he also knew that her sense for both fashion and music needed to be shared with the world. Despite the unconventional approach, Lewis felt a sense of excitement brewing inside him for it all.
There was one thing that could not be doubted: Aurora Isis Phillips-Hamilton was that girl, and she needed her praises and recognition as soon as possible.
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"Done," she said with a long exhale and placing her phone on the kitchen island. Running a hand through her braids, she looked like the epitome of stress as she began to pace back and forth across the hardwood floors.
Lewis watched her silently for a moment before calling out to her in a soft voice. "Baby..." Rorie was lost in thought and didn't respond. He tried again, using the nickname he gave her when they first started dating, "Aurora Borealis."
Rorie's head whipped over to him and she scowled. "Don't start with your shit, Carl," she snapped, using his middle name in return.
Lewis chuckled, knowing that nickname always got under her skin. "My bad, but I had to get your attention somehow." He raised his hands in mock surrender and took on a more serious tone. "Tell me what's worrying you. If you worried about them accepting you or not, let me—"
"It's not that," Rorie replied with an annoyed eye roll. She couldn't care less about public acceptance; all she wanted was to navigate this new situation successfully. Being in the public eye would disrupt her routine, which mostly revolved around being a mother to Lyric and supporting her husband. "I just don't know how to handle all of this."
Lewis could see the defeat and uncertainty in Rorie's eyes, and it broke his heart. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her protectively, placing a reassuring kiss on her temple. "Just be yourself, Rorie." She scoffed at his words. "No, seriously. Be the amazing woman you are. You're already incredible as a mum and leading Mission 44, but I want to see you on magazine covers and runways..."
"...headlining concerts and winning awards," Rorie finished for him with a teasing smirk, having heard this mantra from him countless times over the past five years.
"Yes, exactly," affirmed Lewis as he held her tighter. "The world needs to know your brilliance. Do you know how guilty I feel for keeping you cooped up in this penthouse, not sharing your genius with the world?"
She couldn't help but let out a disbelieving noise. "Funny how you're saying this now, but just wait until all these thirsty ass men flood my DMs."
A menacing glare crossed Lewis' face, a vein popping on his neck at the mere thought of some random man hopping in her DMs. "Don't play with me, Rorie, y'know I kill a nigga over you."
She studied him closely, incredulity written all over her face. He was a bit taller than her 5'4 frame, but she still couldn't imagine him as a killer. "Whatever you say, Pookie."
Her choice of endearment made him roll his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile at her playfulness. It was yet another thing he loved about her; she always knew how to make him laugh even in the most serious situations. But his smile quickly faded as the weight of their conversation settled on him once again. He knew Rorie was struggling with the idea of being in the public eye, and it hurt him to see her doubt herself.
"Listen, Rorie," he began, looking into her eyes with sincerity. "I know this is all new to you and it can be overwhelming. But I promise you, I will be by your side every step of the way."
Rorie's expression softened at his words, feeling grateful for his unwavering support. She leaned into him, resting her head against his chest as he continued.
"You are strong and talented and beautiful," Lewis said, placing a kiss on top of her head. "You have nothing to be afraid of."
Lewis always had a way of making her feel better whenever she was feeling down. They had been through so much together over the years and their bond only grew stronger each day.
Just then, Lyric's cries could be heard from down the hall. Rorie quickly pulled away from Lewis' embrace and headed towards their son's room. As she rocked Lyric back and forth, Rorie thought about the past five years. Despite the ups and downs of their relationship, she never imagined a life without Lewis by her side.
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Almost two weeks later.....
Rorie broke the internet...figuratively, of course.
In the span of one week, she amassed a following of over four million and attracted support from a swarm of people. Famous individuals, media conglomerates, and fashion brands all wanted a piece of her, flooding her DMs with invitations to events, photo shoots, interviews, you name it.
Rorie was grateful for the opportunities that were coming her way, but it was also overwhelming. Despite being physically distant in Montreal, Lewis continued to support her and be her biggest advocate. With Penni’s help, Rorie had assembled a small yet highly effective management team consisting of Yael Quint, a specialist in brand and image consulting; Ro Morgan, a skilled hairstylist; and Fanny Maurer, an expert makeup artist. Together, they were gearing up to face their first challenge: the highly-anticipated Paris Fashion Week.
Amidst all the chaos, Lyric remained her top priority.Lewis had been away competing in the Canadian Grand Prix and he checked on her and Lyric through daily FaceTime calls. On the third day of Lewis' absence, he called late in the evening before he had to head off to qualifying session for the upcoming race.
"Hey beautiful," he said as soon as Rorie answered his call.
"Hey handsome," she replied with a smile.
"How are my two favorite people doing?" Lewis asked.
"We're good," Rorie said, gently swaying back and forth, holding Lyric in her arms. Her son had finally fallen into a peaceful slumber, sucking his thumb as he dozed off after throwing a fit.
"Has he been giving you a hard time?" Lewis joked.
Rorie chuckled, "Just a little. But it's nothing I can't handle."
"I know you can," Lewis said with pride in his voice. "I wish I could be there to help."
"I wish you were here too," Rorie admitted, feeling a pang of loneliness.
"Just a few more days and I'll be back," Lewis reassured her. "But hey, enough about me. How's everything going at your end?"
Rorie sighed, "It's been hectic but exciting. We have some big plans lined up for Paris Fashion Week."
"That's amazing! I'm so proud of you, baby," Lewis exclaimed. "To be honest, I was trying to have you join me at Pharrell's show, but I see you doing big things by yourself. I see you don't need me anymore, huh?"
She kissed her teeth at his teasing tone and pouty face. "Boy, bye. You know that's not true."
"Mmmhmm," he continued with a raised eyebrow and a hint of disbelief in his tone. "You say that now." After clearing his throat, his expression softened as he spoke again."For real, I am proud of you. What shows are you going to?"
"Mugler, Jean Paul Gaultier, and Balenciaga," she listed off quickly, eliciting a cheesy grin from Lewis.
"Some of your favorites," he acknowledged and she nodded in agreement. "Don't forget Rick Owens too; I'm planning to take you with me to one of his showrooms so we can see him and his wife in action."
"I can't wait," she said, a grin spreading across her face.
"Me neither," Lewis said with a smile that reached his eyes. "Just make sure to save some energy for Mummy/Daddy time when I get back."
His words were blunt, but there was also suggestive twinkle in his eye.
Rorie let out a soft gasp and scolded him, placing a hand over their sleeping son's ear. "Lewis, you can't say those things around him," she chided. "He's literally sleeping on my chest right now."
But Lewis couldn't resist teasing her, leering at her slightly exposed breasts with a smirk. "Shit, that's where I'm trying to be at the moment," he joked. "Plus, he's knocked out. He doesn't even know what's going on."
Lyric was indeed in a deep sleep, snoring softly. But Rorie couldn't let it slide.
"It's the principle," she shrugged off nonchalantly. "You can't be saying that."
Undeterred, Lewis continued with his flirtatious banter. "I mean, what do you want me to do? Lie? You look sexy as fuck right now, and I'm just a squirrel trying to get a n—"
"That's enough, Sir," interrupted Rorie with a glare, only fueling her husband's teasing.
His eyes darkened at her words and a groan escaped his lips. "Baby, you know I like being called that."
"Oh my goodness, I'm gonna hang up," threatened Rorie, her finger hovering over the end button. "I can't believe your so horny on main."
Lewis laughed at Rorie's threat, his dimples deepening as he playfully pouted. "Come on, babe. Don't hang up on me," he pleaded in a mock-whiny tone. "I miss you and I can't help it if my mind is always on you."
Rorie rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Even after years of marriage, Lewis never failed to make her feel desired.
"Fine," she relented, pretending to give in with a sigh. "But keep it PG-rated, okay? Our son's still here."
"You got it," Lewis said, sending her a wink through the screen before sitting up straighter in his seat. "So what else is going on? Have there been any discussions about collaborations or endorsements?"
"Endorsing who?" Rorie nervously giggled. "Let's just focus on Paris Fashion Week for now, we can worry about endorsements later. I have no idea about any of that."
"I don't know," Lewis said, "maybe Dior, Swarovski? Or even Tommy Hilfiger?"
"If you want me to join in on a campaign with you, just ask," she mumbled, partly in jest.
"Alright," Lewis replied, way too calmly for her liking. "Join me on a Tommy Hilfiger campaign."
Rorie couldn't believe her ears. She had always dreamt of working with a major fashion brand like Tommy Hilfiger, and now her husband was suggesting it as a possibility.
"Be so fucking for real right now. Are you serious?" she asked, her eyes widening in excitement.
"I'm so for real," Lewis confirmed with a nod. "Tommy's been looking for a new face to represent their brand. I'll mention you to him and see if he's interested."
Rorie's heart raced with anticipation. This would be insane and the fact that she could be doing it alongside her husband only made it more special.
"Thank you so much, Lewis," Rorie gushed, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
"You don't have to thank me," Lewis said with a smile, his love for her shining through his words. "I'll do anything to see you succeed."
Rorie felt overwhelmed with emotion as she leaned closer towards the screen, wishing she could wrap him in a tight hug.
Just then, they heard a soft whimper from their son and both turned their attention towards him. Rorie gently rocked him back and forth until he settled down again.
"I miss you guys so much," Lewis said wistfully, his eyes lingering on his family before turning back to Rorie's face on the screen.
"We miss you too," Rorie replied softly, feeling a surge of longing for her husband.
"This distance sucks dick," Lewis murmured before quickly shaking his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
"I know what you meant," Rorie assured him with a small smile. They both knew how hard long distance relationships were, but they were determined to make it work until they could be together again. "You have two days then we're together in Paris. Two days will go by so fast, Pookie."
"I know," he said with a hint of sadness,"but I can't help missing you guys." He glanced at the time on his phone. "I have to go to the track now, but I'll text you later. I love you."
"Love you too," Rorie replied before blowing him a kiss. Lewis caught it and placed it against his heart before ending their call.
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Two days later, Rorie arrived in the romantic City of Love with Lewis by her side. She had been to Paris countless times before with him, friends, and even family, but she knew this trip would be different. It was her first time attending Paris Fashion Week and the city was bustling with people. The next few days would be a whirlwind of fashion shows, meetings with designers, and indulgent dinners at some of the city's most charming restaurants.
Rorie clung to Lewis like a lifeline, knowing she would need all the support she could get to survive it all. As they made their way to their hotel, she silently hoped that no one would discover she was there with her husband until she was ready to reveal it herself. With their son safely back home in Monaco with Nina, the couple finally had some time alone - and he intended to make every moment count.
It had been nearly two weeks since he last felt her touch, and there was only so much pleasure a man can get with his right hand. His mind was filled with fantasies of bending her in every position imaginable on any surface available and he wouldn't be surprised if she ended up pregnant by the end of their time in Paris.
The Mandarin Oriental Hotel sat majestically at the heart of Paris and was the perfect backdrop of a luxurious ambiance. The faint scent of fresh flowers and expensive perfume lingered as the couple headed inside the lobby.
They checked into their suite with sweeping views of the city's iconic landmarks. As soon as they entered the room, Lewis pinned Rorie against the door and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss.
"I've been waiting for this moment for so long," he said breathlessly after breaking the kiss.
Rorie smiled against his lips. "Me too."
Lewis and Rorie shed their clothes one by one, revealing their naked bodies to each other. He effortlessly lifted her up and carried her to the bed, where he worshiped every inch of her skin with his lips and tongue. Lewis knelt before her, his tongue lapping up her essence as his fingers explored her depths. With expert precision, his mouth found her clit and Rorie couldn't help but moan in pleasure.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” His rough voice sent shivers through her as she eagerly nodded. "Use your words," he commanded.
"Yes..." she whimpered, arching her back.
"Good girl," he growled before diving back in with even more passion. "You taste so damn delicious."
“Mmmhmm,” was her reply and Lewis let out a hearty chuckle, which reverberated against her flesh.
His dick throbbed and pre-cum dripped from the tip as he stared eagerly at her. Using his saliva as lubrication, he slid easily into her waiting heat. Lewis spread her legs wide, pushing them up until her ankles were by her ears. Their harmonized moans filled the room as he took her with unbridled fervor. The sound of their bodies coming together and Rorie's melodic cries bounced off the walls. She tightened around him with each thrust, milking him for all he could give. Lewis' balls smacked against her rhythmically as he went deeper inside of her.
Rorie screamed in ecstasy, holding him tightly and dragging her nails down his back. He loved how she looked when she scrunched up her face in pleasure, how she called out his name like a sweet tune.
"Daddy! Yes...oh my God! Fuck me! Yes!"
Rorie couldn't believe how amazing Lewis felt inside of her, as if he was made to fit perfectly between her thighs.
Her moans grew louder, urging him on even more. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, signaling that he was close.
"Come for me, baby," Lewis groaned in her ear. "I want to feel you come around me."
With a final thrust, Rorie screamed out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She clenched tightly around him as he spilled himself inside of her with a primal roar.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they rode out their climax. Lewis nuzzled his face into her neck, peppering kisses along her skin.
"I love you," he whispered against her skin.
"I love you too," Rorie replied, running her fingers through his hair.
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Rorie's heart raced in her chest as she made her way through the crowded streets of Paris. Everywhere she turned, there were flashing lights and shouting voices, all vying for a glimpse of her.
"RORIE! OVER HERE!" The paparazzi called out as she arrived at the Mugler show during Paris Fashion Week.
With her head held up high, she gracefully walked down the red carpet, pausing every so often to strike a pose for the photographers. The chaos and excitement fueled her adrenaline, making her feel alive with every step she took. She could feel all eyes on her, and for a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the attention.
Yael's words from earlier echoed in her mind. Inhale, exhale, smile.
Rorie took a deep breath and focused on keeping a serene expression on her face as cameras continued to flash around her.
She couldn't help but think about how far she had come from being the unknown wife of Lewis Hamilton to being invited to attend one of the biggest fashion shows in one of the most iconic cities in the world. It was surreal but also incredibly fulfilling.
She greeted a few attendees as she entered the venue, making her way to her assigned front-row seat. She engaged in light conversation with the people around her, actively avoiding the paparazzi lurking on the sidelines.
The lights soon dimmed and the runway lit up with a spotlight and the models walked down the runway with fierce confidence, showcasing pieces from Mugler's latest collection. Rorie couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and inspiration as she watched each outfit pass by. As one of Mugler's biggest fans, Rorie felt honored to be sitting in the front row and experiencing the show firsthand.
Once the final model made her way down the runway, Rorie clapped along with the rest of the audience as the head designer appeared on stage for the final bow. The collection was breathtaking, with bold silhouettes and intricate details that captured the essence of Mugler perfectly.
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After the show, Rorie joined the other attendees at the after-party. She mingled with fellow models and fashion industry insiders, exchanging compliments and light banter.
Rorie turned to see Yael approaching her with a glass of champagne in hand. Despite her cool and composed demeanor, she couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of potential opportunities coming her way.
"So, how did it feel to be sitting front row at Mugler?" Yael asked with a knowing grin.
"It was incredible. I still can't believe I'm here," Rorie replied, taking a sip of her champagne.
"Well, believe it because you deserve it," Yael said earnestly. "Everyone is freaking out. My emails are going batshit crazy with people trying to work with you."
Rorie's eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The possibility of working with big names in the industry was something she had only dreamed about before.
"No fuckin' way?!" she exclaimed, grinning widely. "Who?"
Yael smirked, clearly enjoying Rorie's reaction. She leaned in closer and whispered, "Lancome wants you to do a makeup campaign."
Rorie's mouth dropped open in shock. Lancome was one of the biggest beauty companies in the world and being approached by them was like winning the lottery.
"Are you serious?!" Rorie exclaimed excitedly.
"I never joke about business matters," Yael replied with a sly smile. "I've already set up meetings for next week with Lancome. You're going to kill it."
Rorie couldn't contain her excitement as she hugged Yael tightly.
"Thank you so much for everything," Rorie said sincerely.
Yael patted her back before pulling away and and raising her glass of champagne to clink it against Rorie's.
"Don't thank me yet," Yael said playfully. "This is just the beginning, Rorie."
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With a loud pop, the cork of the Dom Perignon bottle flew into the air as bubbly liquid sprayed onto the floor, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles and Lewis to let out a curse under his breath.
"Shit," he said once the bubbles had settled and he managed to pour some into a glass. "I didn't mean for that to happen."
He handed her a glass and poured one for himself before raising it in a toast. He usually refrained from drinking, but this was a special occasion - his wife was making waves in the fashion world and she was currently in talks with Lancome for a partnership on a campaign.
When he heard this news, he immediately ordered a private dinner in their suite to celebrate. Lewis had ordered all of Rorie's favorite dishes from the hotel's restaurant and as they sat together at the beautifully set table, Rorie couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. She looked over at her husband, who was smiling at her lovingly.
"I can't believe all of this is happening," she said, taking a sip from her chute.
"I can," Lewis replied confidently. "You deserve it, baby."
Rorie smiled, feeling proud and grateful to have such a supportive partner by her side.
"And I have a feeling there's more good news to come," he added with a mischievous grin.
"What do you mean?" Rorie inquired, her eyebrow raising with curiosity.
Lewis let out a light chuckle before reaching underneath the table and retrieving a small velvet box. Sliding it across the table towards Rorie, she gasped in surprise.
"What is this?" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Open it and see," Lewis replied with a grin.
Rorie eagerly lifted the lid of the box to reveal a stunning pair of diamond earrings. "Oh my goodness, Lewis! These are...they're incredible!" Rorie exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes.
Lewis reached across the table to take her hand in his. "I wanted to give these to you as a congratulatory gift for your achievements today. And also as a belated anniversary present."
Rorie's face lit up with joy as she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a loving embrace.
She whispered into Lewis' ear in a seductive tone, "You're definitely getting some pussy tonight."
His breath caught in his throat and his arousal was immediate. "Damn, baby, is it like that?"
"It's exactly like that," she confirmed with a wink as they pulled away from each other.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to give Lyric a sibling," Lewis teased.
"And what if I am?"
Lewis' eyes blazed with desire as he abruptly stood up and pulled her from the table.
"Baby, we haven't finished dinner yet!" Rorie protested in surprise as he led her off the terrace and back to their bedroom.
"We can eat later," he replied, starting to strip off his clothes. "Take that shit off, Mrs. Hamilton, a baby can't make themselves."
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thebirthdaysparty · 28 days
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AT THE MERCY OF YOU ➔ SPENCER REID
AUTHORS NOTE.ᐟ thank you for all the love so far — if you have any ideas, ramblings or just want to chat then drop a message in my inbox! i'd love to make some friends on here. anyway, i hope you enjoy this... it was basically me getting side-tracked writing something else and therefore this was created
GENRE.ᐟ fem! reader x spencer reid smut
WARNINGS.ᐟ fem! reader, sub! spencer, handjob, edging, praise kink, tiny use of degradation if you squint really hard, orgasm denial
SUMMARY.ᐟ spencer missed you — especially your hands
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SPENCER HAD BEGGED you to touch him whilst he was away. wishing you were here as he listened to you giggle before falling silent on the line. his phone pressed to his ear as he lay in the dark hotel room, legs apart as he clawed at his boxer shorts. telling you in a low voice how badly he needed you, how lonely the bed felt without you next to him. he knew he must have sounded pathetically desperate but he didn't seem to care — simply imaging it was your hand wrapped around his shaft as he cursed your name repeatedly under his breath.
the minute he was home he was calling out for you. leaving his cases in the doorway of your shared apartment as he felt his heart hammer in his chest. he'd always hated going away when he knew you were here — but this time had been positively torturous. your boyfriend trailed around the sitting room, peering through to the kitchen before finally turning the handle to the bedroom; the image of you thumbing through one of his books, in one of his shirts, enough to make him groan inaudibly to himself.
"missed you..." spencer's breath was hot as it fanned over your face, his knees making the bed dip as he climbed next to you. lips inches from yours as he watched you smile gently. waiting for you to say something, anything, that would allow him to finally taste you.
the second you reciprocated his greeting his mouth was pressed against yours. your lips soft as he hummed in content, melting into the way you welcomed him. the kiss was needy, hungry. spencer's head tilting yours backwards as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip. a silent way of asking for you to open, to comply to the passion that was cursing through his veins.
you could have sat there, groping one another, for hours. your boyfriends hands slipping under the material of your shirt, his thumbs grazing over your bare chest as he concealed a moan. you could feel yourself growing more needy by the second, sharing the same level of sexual frustration as spencer as he dragged his fingers over the swell of your tits. enjoying the way your thighs clamped together at expense of his hands touching you.
he wanted to complain as you pushed him back, your chest feeling cold as his touch disappeared. spencer stared at you; eyes blown, cheeks red, lips stained with your teeth marks from where you'd bit his bottom lip. the dishevelled look made you ache — words all jumbling into one incoherent order as you told him to sit back. to sit back and enjoy it.
you didn't give him the chance to question you. the air leaving his lungs as your fingers traced the waistband of his work trousers. the metal buckle of his belt cold under your fingertips, your eyes firmly on spencer's crotch as you undid the leather. it felt like it lasted a lifetime, your boyfriends grunts of disproval short-lived the second the material fell slack at his hips.
his hair fell between his eyes, causing slits in his vision as he pushed it from his forehead hastily — he wanted to watch this. he wanted to watch you make him feel like bliss. just like he'd begged over the phone as his fingers became slick with pre-cum. there was no denying that that had felt good. but this?
you tutted at the way he tried to drag his boxers down, swatting his hand away as you knelt between his parted thighs. he'd lifted them just enough for you to discard his work trousers, the material thudding on the floor softly as you gazed at his. eyes dripping with lust as you observed the way spencer's stomach tightened, his tip flushed dark.
he could have sworn he was seeing stars as you wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock. each stroke of your palm over his throbbing length earned strings of curse words and whimpers. spencer could have cum right there and then — embarrassingly timid as he whimpered under his breath. pleading for you to slow down.
"i thought this was what you wanted baby? do you not want me to make you feel good?" your questions were blindly ignored. your thumb swiping over his tip, his hips bucking upwards in an attempt to make you listen to him. but you didn't; squeezing his length repeatedly as you ran your hand up and down. slowly.
spencer was your good boy — something you told him over and over as you listened to his strangled moans. his head was lulled back, throat tight as you denied him once, twice, of an orgasm. the hem of your shirt hung low enough for your boyfriend to steal perverted glances at your cleavage as it heaved under the thick air.
you were in two minds whether you wanted to let him cum. somewhat basking in the way spencer thrashed about beneath you. knees bent as he pushed down on the mattress with balled fists, practically tearing up at the idea of not being brought to the edge again.
each time he was close you'd stop. resting your palm on his thigh as you cooed at him appreciatively. and then you'd start again — stroking his cock as you felt him pulse beneath your touch. your boyfriend was a mess: cock hard and leaking with excitement, his shaft slick with a layer of pre-cum as you told him over and over how naughty he was for getting himself so worked up. for touching himself when you weren't there to help.
it was then as he drew your name out with exhaustion that you told him to cum. your voice low and buttery as he arched his back, careful to not push you away as he felt the knot in his stomach tighten then unravel. his seed thick and warm as it roped around your fingers, clinging to your skin as you stilled your hand movements. spencer's heartbeat was loud in his ears, drowning out any noise around him as his stomach became decorated with his own cum.
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littlebluespoon · 4 months
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Folie A Dix ~ Une
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For @auspicioustidings <3 Thank you for the idea, I am now consumed by it.
TW: 18+ MDNI, AFAB reader, Poly Stuff, Kinda Dub-Con as the exact circumstances aren't negotiated, Spanking, Oral sex, Explicit Language
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You can remember exactly when this odd arrangement started. John had called to say he’d be working late again and that he couldn’t make date night but that you weren’t to worry, he’d sorted something out and you wouldn’t be missing your reservation and you should wear that pretty green dress he bought you. Safe to say, when Simon Riley showed up that night and escorted you to dinner you were confused, even more so when you got home and John picked up the conversation exactly where Simon had left off at the door. Simon hadn’t even said good night, just opened the door for you. There was no room to question it so you wrote if off as a one off, John not wanting you to miss out on something you’d been looking forward to. And then it happened again.
John had unexpectedly been called to base to deal with an incident while you were out shopping. You’d told him that you’d be fine with a taxi but he insisted he’d sort it. So twenty minutes later when Johnny showed up and started picking up things off your list and saying things like “Oh, we’re nearly out of this.” and “Why don’t you get it? It looks perfect on you!” when you tried on a dress. And once again, John acted like he’d never left your side. So it became routine, if John wasn’t there then one of his colleagues was. Simon, Kyle, Johnny, Keegan, Nikolai, Alex and even Farah and Kate on occasion. It just became part of your life and as you were getting used to it, it took another turn.
You’d felt pent up all day. Restless and full of energy that not even deep cleaning the kitchen helped with it so you had baked. And baked and baked. You had several trays of brownies and blondies and no intention of eating them all. So you packed them up and headed to base knowing full well that John would have several and the rest would be gone in minutes. Except you still felt restless.
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You found John swamped with paperwork in his office with both of his sergeants. They all looked like they could do with a break and you had plans for John.
“Hey boys, I made some baked treats if you want to go hand them out?” Taking the cue you’d given them Gaz and Soap gave their thanks with kisses to your cheeks and rushing out with brownies in their mouths while John looked on with a fond smile. 
“Love, why don’t you take a break? Have a sweet treat?” winking at him, you set a small tub of blondies off to the side while climbing onto his desk before reaching forward for a slow, wet kiss.
He let you have your fill for several minutes, kissing your way down his neck while pulling at his uniform shirt in an attempt to get it off. It was with a groan that he pulled away from you and captured your wandering hands,
“Hang on Love, I gotta get these forms done before three.” It was all he could do to not melt at your pout. He stood up and moved back when you reached forward again,
“Go lie on the couch Love. Skirt up, panties off. I just gotta get something.” He was out the door before you could reply, moving hastily he slammed the door behind him.
You and John had a relationship that was full of pre-discussed rules and boundaries. You knew what he expected of you when he gave an order and what would happen if you didn’t comply. The couch in his office had bourn witness to quite a few of the order he’d given you and this one was a familiar one. It was routine. It had been discussed, practiced, perfected. So as you lay down, cunt bared to the world, the last thing you expected was for Simon to walk through the door and John in behind him.
Scrambling to cover yourself you froze at the harsh bark from John,
“Doll. Is that what you were instructed?” He raised an eyebrow at you and watched as you shook your head and returned to your previous position. He made his way back to his desk while Simon position himself between your legs,
“You treat my people well Doll. You treat them almost as good as you do me, it’s time they returned the favour. My people, my people who follow my orders, who do my bidding. My people, who treat my wife for me, under my orders. My people, my orders, my hands.” There an odd look on his face, one you don’t recognise.
As your eyes never leave his, you stare as he settles back behind his desk. He picks up a pen and a blondie and starts to fill in the forms he’d been interrupted from. So caught up in what John was doing, you missed what Simon was doing. His hands had worked their way around your thighs and settled on your hips. The hips he had pulled towards himself and now had his head between. You could feel his warm breaths on your lips but even they could never have prepared you for his tongue. In one action his tongue had licked its way from your asshole, up the length of your cunt and around your clit before making its way between your folds and feasted like a starved lion.
“Si- Simon! W-Wh-“ Your mouth couldn’t vocalise what you were thinking as you tried to question him but it wasn’t Simon who answered,
“That’s not the name you scream Doll. After all it’s not Simon’s mouth who’s on you is it?” He wasn’t even looking at you, too distracted by those damn forms, “My people, my mouth, my hands Doll. Me. It’ll only ever be me that touches you.” His tongue darted out to lick up the remnants of blondie around his mouth at the same time as Simon swirled his around your clit again.
“John! Captain!” Were the only words that left your mouth from then on. As Simon licked, sucked and even softly bit your pussy, barely stopping for breath as he did. Going and going until you’d cum twice all over his face, until he was so drenched in your wetness that it would be all he smelled for the rest of the day. Until your taste had engrained itself on his tongue. He had done everything just the way you liked, exactly as John would have done right down to the nibbles on your clit as you came. It was like he’d been given a manual and had driven you perfectly and then gone again just to make sure.
Simon even took care of you after in the same manner as John would. Cleaned you up with gentle wipes, and made sure you recovered by drinking water and even fed you a brownie. Mumbling in your ear the whole time,
“Good Doll, such a pretty Doll, did so well for me Doll. Your Captains proud.”
He helped you sort yourself out and gave you a small kiss, chaste in comparison to what had just happened. He walked you back to your car, John not saying another word while you were in the office but Simon, Simon talked the whole walk. About the baked goods, about the options for dinner that night, upcoming events you and John were invited too, he was all clued up on your life.
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The journey home left no time to contemplate what had happened. The demanding country roads needing all your attention no matter how many times you had driven them and by the time you were home John had text you,
Your lasagne for dinner sounds good Love. Be home by 6 xx
Simon had obviously told him what the two of you talked about. But with dinner to cook it left you very little time to think about the afternoon you’d had. By the time the door was opening you had just plated dinner and were in the middle of pulling the garlic bread out the oven. John made his way to you and without saying anything finished the kiss you had started that afternoon that now felt like a lifetime ago. 
“That was a wonderful visit this afternoon Love and I fully plan to indulge in your cunt again after dinner,” He interrupts his sentence to kiss you again, giving you a preview of what he plans to do to your other set of lips, “So you go freshen up and I’ll get the rest of dinner out. And don’t bother with panties, I’ll just steal them again.” He moves and holds up his hand, dangling from his fingers is your underwear from this afternoon. You can feel the heat in your cheeks as you scurry upstairs to the bathroom to splash water on your face.
Dinner continues as usual, conversation about your lives and gossip about friends and co-workers. The only sign of what happened being when John says something about a topic you know you’ve only mention to Simon. Yet John talks about it as if you’d directly said it to him. But John never brings it up so you forget about it, write it off as a one-time fantasy or a reward for Simon and a way to take care of you in a time where John just couldn’t. Life goes on.
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Well life did go on. And John was away for a month on a mission. Making your usual preparations such as making sure all his uniforms and gear were washed, double checking he’d packed everything and the little things you did to make him comfortable while away, you’d gotten to the last item on your list; cancel your date night reservations. You always made them in advance at John’s request so he could treat them like meetings for work and make sure he was available for as many as possible. Of course last minute changes happened but when it came to long call outs for missions you always cancelled your plans. Usually.
“Don’t cancel that one Love, or that one.” He mumbled into your shoulder where he’d plastered himself for the last hour or so against your back, leaving marks deep and dark enough that hopefully they’d last the month.
“John, you won’t be here and I’m not going out to dinner by myself.” You roll your eyes, thinking he was trying to get you to treat yourself while he was gone,
“I’m telling you not to cancel them. And you won’t be going by yourself, I’ll work it out.” He told you, moving so that he was in front of you and waiting for your reaction. Except you couldn’t react, not when he covered your mouth with his, the second you opened it to reply.
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Thoroughly distracted by John and his talents in the bedroom you never did get to ask him about the date night plans before he had to leave and all too soon date night arrived. It was the first one since he’d been gone and one of the ones he’d said not to cancel. The original plans were dinner and mini golf but you had fully expected to be watching romcoms on the couch with a takeaway John had ordered in advance for you. Something he had surprised you with in the past. So when your door opened and a voice called out to you, you jumped.
“Doll, you ready? I know you don’t want to be late to dinner.” Grabbing the hockey stick John leaves by the stairs for you when you’re home alone, you carefully make your way towards the door, “Doll? You here? Did you forget we had date night? Cause that’s not like you.” You could see the man now, it was Nikolai. 
“There you are, you ready?” he holds his hand out towards you and reaches for yours. He takes hold of your hand and pulls you towards the door, you’re halfway there before you react,
“Nikolai? What the fuck?” pulling against him you try to stop his advances towards the door.
“Now, you know that’s not what you call me Doll,” He levels you with a look that’s straight from John, the one he uses when you’ve disobeyed an order, “Come on, we’re going to be late.” He manages to pull you out the door and push you into his car. Opening the door and buckling your seat belt, exactly like John does, with a quick kiss to your lips.
He takes you to your dinner reservations, you have the conversations you would have with John but every time you call him Nikolai he stops and gives you that look again. After dinner was mini golf. John’s choice for date night this time because you suck at mini golf and it means he would have gotten to hold you. Hold you just the way Nikolai does every time you get frustrated during the game, his arms caging you in while he murmurs instructions and praise in your ear as his hands guide yours into making shots. And then you’re home. You’re home and all the tension that had been built was gone. The car ride quiet with just the radio on, conversation exhausted over dinner. You’d expected to be dropped off at the door, like Simon had done all that time ago.
Nikolai walked you to the door which is when you realised you didn’t have your keys. He’d pulled you out the door before you could grab your things but the door was open. Nikolai had a key. Nikolai was picking you up over his shoulder and carrying you in. Nikolai was saying something?
“You really pushed it Doll. Eight times during dinner you called me the wrong name and then another five while we were at golf. Thirteen rule breaks, I think that means thirteen spanks. But seeing as this isn’t your first offense I think we’ll round up. Twenty should do, make sure it sinks in.” His voice was light but there was a sense of finality to it, no room for negotiating, as he makes his way up the stairs to you and Johns bedroom.
“You know the procedure. Strip, over my knee.” He says setting you down on your feet in front of the mirror, like John does because he says he wants you to see how beautiful you look while following his orders.
Nikolai settles on the chair, John’s chair, that’s always used when John wants to spank you with his hand. And that’s when it all clicks in your head. John. John’s people. John’s orders. John’s hands. John. John. John wasn’t here. But Nikolai was. But it was John’s orders. It’s John’s instructions. It’s exactly how John would do it.
“Lost Doll?” Nikolai’s voice jolts you back to current events, no. John’s voice. This was John.
“No Captain. Just realising.” You smile, brightly, softly, lovingly. Your husband was here. John was here.
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Ask box and requests open <3
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holybibly · 1 month
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Hi! This is my first time ever sending an ask to one of the many writers I follow here on tumblr, and honestly you're my favorite because you write so so well. Like oh my god, everything you write kills me in the best way possible. I really really enjoy reading anything you put out, and I can't wait to read more from you! I hope that you're doing well and that life is treating you well too! <3
Also I'd like to say I enjoy being your bunny, and honestly your wolf Matz is my favorite out of everything I've read on your blog so far.
Honestly just the idea of bunny reader getting fucked by them makes my brain melt. But also them getting a pretty collar for their bunny and using that to pull her closer or attaching a leash to it so that either of them could tug her whichever way they wanted, like ugh yes please.
Hi, my cute little bunny, what an honour it is for me to be the first writer to respond to your request.
I guess we're thinking the same thing, because I can definitely see Seonghwa putting a collar on you and puts a leash on you. God, he could make bunny crawl on all fours and wave that cute cotton tail from side to side like a snack to eager, hungry puppies.
I can also see him pulling on the leash as you ride him to give you a dirty kiss and stick his long tongue down your throat.
Seonghwa is a bit sadistic and vicious with puppies; he knows very well that wolf pups literally cum untouched and swell up their knots every time they see your tight pink pussy, and when those glossy, wet folds are stretched by a thick dick, it brings them to despair. So sometimes there are nights when Seonghwa wants to play, more with them than with you, and it's always so fucking dirty, wet, and slutty that you need to bathe in holy water afterwards.
"Aren't you the sweetest bunny in the world?" Seonghwa's velvety voice, full of evil, seductive darkness, purred from behind your shoulder. Wrapped in furs and luxury, like the most precious item in Seonghwa's vast collection of jewelry, you were in his, now your, bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of his king-size bed while you were sitting on his lap. Your pink, dripping pussy stretched out beautifully around his massive cock, and with every lazy squirm, his swollen, thick knot rubbed against your clit in the most delicious way. "Look at the way this tiny little pussy is sitting on my dick, like on a real throne. Tell your mommy, princess, do you love your throne?"
"Yes, мommy, I love my throne so much. It makes me sweet and full; I can feel you in my belly." Your small hand pressed weakly against the obvious bulge in the middle of your stomach. Seonghwa's dick really made you feel so full.
The sound of growling, moaning, and gasping filled the room at your words. It only got louder as your viscous mucus poured out of your hole, running down Seonghwa's cock, his heavy cum-filled balls, and dripping onto the floor, pooling on the black marble.
"What naughty puppies you are, behaving like bitches in the heat—impatient and moaning. Didn't I teach you to behave well when we are playing with the bunny?" Seonghwa's words were so humiliatingly condescending that even you became irritated and hot, even though they weren't directed at you but at the restless puppies that were kneeling in front of you.
They sat on their knees in a semi-circle in front of the bed, a little too close for your comfort, arranged in the order Seonghwa wanted them to be—naked and with hard, reddened cocks, the heads of their dicks proudly dripping pre-cum onto the floor. Around each of their necks was a thick collar connected to a chain, which Hongjoong held in his hand as he reclined lazily in a large leather chair by the fireplace with a glass of whisky in his hand. It was a kind of punishment for them. They behaved horribly and even dared to bite their little pet - Wooyoung's angry, swollen teeth marks are still visible on your thigh. Sometimes they forgot that you belonged to Seonghwa and were desperate to mate with you without him knowing or controlling them.
"They are Hwa's real bitches; they covered our floor with their semen; maybe they should clean it with their tongues? And no more games with my angel; you're going to fuck each other if you can't behave properly. No more of that sweet pussy". There is nothing but pure evil pleasure in Hongjoong's voice. God, this is going to make you leak even more. You begin to wriggle restlessly, your silken walls fluttering around the thick, hot girth of the alpha's cock.
"I-I didn't want to bite her, Alpha; she just smells so sweet, so delicious, and so fertile. I just wanted to fill her with my sperm." Wooyoung moans loudly, arching his back a little and sticking out his chubby butt, as if the very thought of it is getting his whole body ready for some hot and animal sex. His beautiful, bushy tail swishes behind him, and his crystal blue eyes darken with lust from underneath his messy, two-toned bangs. Wooyoung may be one of the most seductive wolves you've ever seen, but you belonged to Seonghwa, and Seonghwa was a god himself.
"Oh, really? Just fill the bunny with sperm, right, honey?" Seonghwa's plump lips pressed against the nape of your neck, just above the luxurious diamond collar that he had placed on you earlier. It was not enough for him to have the dark maroon bite stuck in your neck forever; he had to show it off in some way to all to whom you belonged. "Then I'll do it the right way, and maybe next time you'll have your teeth under control. In the meantime, all of you just sit there and watch me breed my princess, and don't you dare cum, needy sluts, or you won't be getting that pretty bunny cunt for a very long time."
"No, no, no, we'll be good." Mingi whined and scratched at the marble on the floor with his claws. His black, fluffy ears were flattened against his head in a pitiful way, and his beautiful, dark eyes were watering.
"Please, Alpha, we'll be good." Another sweet voice whimpered, and you glanced down through your lashes at the shiny, seductively muscular body of San.
Who the hell made a wolf look so good?
"I will think." And with those words, Seonghwa's hands grabbed your hips and literally threw you up and down on his dick. The room was filled with moans, growls, and piercing squeals from you and the wolf pups, interspersed with Hongjoong's enthusiastic, dark laughter and Seonghwa's velvety, deep moans.
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creedslove · 7 months
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omg, i have a request for joel! (pre-outbreak)
so, he takes sarah to a birthday party or whatever, sarah is young, like 5-6 years old and you are the girl who does face painting and fake tattoos and those kind of things in birthday parties.
you paint a small butterfly on sarah’s cheek and then she brings joel to you so you can paint his face also, you fall in love with each other and so! 🦋
No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
A/N: this is too cute anon, 🥺 🦋
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• Joel loved taking Sarah to birthday parties because he loved the absolute joy in her face at all times
• he wasn't much of kids birthday parties himself, but he would do anything in order to have his little girl happy so he made sure to take her to all of the parties she was invited to
• you started to work at kids birthday parties when the money got short, it wasn't your ideal job, but it turned out to be nicer than you initially thought
• the kids were fun, the job was easy, the money wasn't a lot but it was enough and you could always have all the party snacks you wanted
• that particular sunny saturday afternoon wasn't any different, you had already painted many little faces and each time their eyes widened in happiness and excitement it made your heart melt
• Sarah went absolutely crazy the moment she spotted the face painting part, as she always loved butterflies and wanted lots of it on her skin
• Joel shared a beer with the other dads while he let his daughter run freely and have her fun
"can I have a butterfly please?"
• she grinned adorably at you, being such a polite and sweet girl, making your heart melt at how absolutely adorable she was
• she behaved perfectly during the entire time you painted her face
• and she stood in line so many times too, wanting face painting, and also a painting on her little hands and arms, and by the time Joel saw his daughter she was full of glitter
"daddy, come meet the nice painting lady"
• she said very sweetly and dragged Joel by his hand, thinking that maybe he would like a painting too
• Joel very often didn't resist how sweet his Sarah was, but when he saw you, he was too shy to let you paint him, there was no way he was letting you do it as you were such a beautiful woman and he was a grown man
• you just chuckled and made some small talk with the man, he was undeniably handsome and he was such a nice dad
• when Sarah made puppy eyes while asking his permission to add glitter and hair spray to her hair and he couldn't say no
• so you made sure to style a real nice hairstyle for her, colorful and full of glitter and she played happily some more
• and Joel decided to hang out some more with you, he was enjoying your pleasant talk so much he let her play until the final minutes of the party
• by the time she rushed to you, Joel sighed at the hard work he knew it would be removing that spray and glitter from her hair, but you offered him to help, by washing her hair right there
• he was surprised but agreed and you asked her to sit down, washing her beautiful curls with warm water, massaging her scalp and patiently removing all of it with a comb, and soon enough Sarah's hair was cleaned up
• she really enjoyed how soft and nice you'd been and gave you a tight hug in gratitude
• and right before Joel left, he went back to you, asking if you would like to go out for drinks or something with him
• you said yes, because there was no way someone wouldn't be interested in Joel
• and you went on a date out of many others that would come for the two of you
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blue-and-grey-army · 1 year
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1. Melting
Genre: BTS, Idol AU, poly au, BTS x reader, OT7, OT7 x reader, Idol BTS, Dom BTS, sub reader, angst, fluff, eventual smut
Warnings: BTS x reader, very subby reader,innocent reader, power play, eventual smut, sexual and non sexual domination, a lot of skinship (but like lots) excessive pet names, sexism, anxiety, insecurities, possessive behavior, maybe BTS x BTS etc..
“So you are telling me that, somehow, BTS members now want me to be their exclusive coffee maker?”
You were looking at your manager as if he had just told you a volcano had just appeared in the middle of Gagnam. It was impossible. You had only seen some of the members once, and you managed to act like an idiot during the few minutes they were in your presence. You had only prepared the extremely strong iced americano Yoongi had asked. There was no way he had liked that coffee enough to ask for such a crazy thing. Or…or maybe they were doing it knowing you would make a mistake, so they could fire you. Maybe they had hated you so much they couldn’t stand seeing you in the café so they wanted an easy and quick way to get rid of you…
“You should see it as more of a kind of assistant…not that they need it” your manager just shrugged as he was taking your name out of all the shifts he had pre planned for the month. “Now I have to reorganize all of this…but that is none of your concern. You should go see them so they can explain your new duties more thoroughly”
“But…”
“No buts! Many, including myself, would kill for this opportunity that somehow feel upon such a scrawny girl. So come on, move your butt” you wanted to keep fighting, but the look your manager, or…ex-manager, sent your way stopped you. You were absolutely terrified and he seemed to notice, because his eyes softened for a second and he tapped lightly his writing board on your head. ���Don’t make them wait, twentieth floor, and turn right”
You nodded once and made a deep bow to him, thanking him for the couple weeks you have been working under his direction. You could feel your hands shake while you walked towards the elevator and dialed the number. Your breathing was troubled while your mind started filling with all the terrible scenarios. You couldn’t afford to loose this job! Your parents had left you on your own because of your inability to take care of yourself and now you were alone…It was not your fault! You did your best to comply with all your basic necessities, but they would just slip out of your mind with all the things that were actually inside of it.
Eating, sleeping, exercising…they just seemed secondary with your many worries and anxieties! So it was easy to rely on your parents. It’s not like you asked them to cook or clean your messes for you, but you started relying a bit too much on their constant reminders or orders. It just made life easier for you, to have those easy commands to follow so you hadn’t to occupy your mind with them and get easily overwhelmed. Ever since you were a child, you tended to give up control when it came to those kind of things. You were more of a follower, enjoying simple tasks and clear instructions.
But seems like they couldn’t stand it, so they just kicked you out of the house, telling you to find a job and start taking care of yourself.
And you had been doing it just fine! You had already found this job when they kicked you out, so you had a bit of savings. Enough to pay for the deposit and first month of a nice apartment not too far from the café, and with a few small design commissions you had been doing, you had enough for groceries and basic services. Yeah, you were missing a few of your meals here and there, but it was no big deal. You were handling just fine.
But you didn’t know what you were going to do if you lost this job.
Before you could realize, the elevator had arrived to its destination. Every second that went by it was harder to breathe, so you were looking at the ground and holding your chest when the doors opened. You walked out with a cold sweat breaking down your neck and you leaned against the wall of the corridor, trying to calm yourself down for a couple minutes. If they saw you like this on your first appearance, they were surely firing you.
Breathe Y/N…come on, get yourself together.
You can’t mess this up.
You can’t-
“There you are!! We were wondering if you had gotten lost…” A voice interrupted your internet conversation, and you opened your eyes surprised, lifting your head.
In front of you, there was Kim Taehyung. T h e Kim Taehyung, smiling sweetly at you. You eyes widened, looking like a deer in headlights. He thought you were adorable, with some hair strands around your cheeks and your cute freckled nose. As soon as you made eye contact, you lowered your gaze and started to bow.
“I’m so so sorry for making you wait, I-I was just…”you tried to explain yourself, but your tongue seemed to be against you.
“Nothing to apologize for!”He smiled openly and took your hand as if you had know each other forever, and started walking, guiding you “Come, we are all waiting for you. Namjoon and Hoseok hyung are excited to meet you” he started rambling about his hyungs and his day, and you just noticed the way his hand was clinging to yours and somehow that had helped you to ground yourself. Like an anchor.
But your calm stated only lasted so long. He dragged you around a few corridors until he just opened a big door and you encountered yourself being watched by six pairs of eyes. All looking at you. Unconsciously, you let go of Taehyung had and started clenching your fists, digging your nails into your skin, trying to stop the trembling. You lowered your gaze immediately, as you felt your skin growing hot from the embarrassment.
They were all so handsome.
You felt so intimidated with all those incredibly beautiful man staring at you with such intensity. Even with your eyes lowered, you could feel their gazes piercing at you. Maybe there was something on your face…or your clothes! You had been working on the café before receiving the news, perhaps you had stained yourself and they thinking about how dirty you looked! Oh my god, why didn’t you go to the bathroom and cleaned yourself if you knew you were meeting them? You are such a fool!! And your hair was a mess! You hadn’t slept well last night, so you also probably had dark circles under your eyes. You couldn’t even take proper care of yourself the day you were meeting such an important people…
“Hmm, you boys were actually right about her…such a pretty thing”
Your head raised so quickly the boys thought you probably pulled a muscle, but they could only focus on your big eyes looking at them as if they had said the most foolish thing in the world. Namjoon, who had spoken, had a smirk on his face when he realized he had caught your attention.
“What?…” the words slipped out of your mouth without a second thought, and you immediately regretted it, because you lowered your head back again and bit your lip.
“Oh! She speaks! I was starting to worry Taehyung had broken her on his way here, but seems like she was just shy, right?” Hoseok smiled kindly, trying to get your eyes on his direction, but it didn’t work, since you were focused on your shoes, trying to avoid their heavy stares.
“I-I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have spoken out of turn…It won’t happen again” Your parents had taught you not to speak if you weren’t spoken! Even more when it came to people with a bigger status. Couldn’t you do anything right today?
You could already feel your head spiraling into anxiety.
“Why don’t you look at us when we speak, and then you’ll be able to tell if you should talk or not?” Yoongi’s voice filled the air and you clench your fists tighter. You want to listen, you really do want to raise your eyes, even more at his tone, that almost made you melt at such a clean and soft order. It was perfect…
But you didn’t. What if it was a trap? You had already messed up enough for a day. One more could be the perfect excuse to fire you! They even had the power to make sure you never found a job in all the time that was left of your life. What were you gonna do then? You couldn’t go back to your parents house! And you didn’t have enough money to take a flight overseas and try to find a job there. But even if you did, they had enough influence to reach any corner in the world! There was no way to scape and…
A hand entangled itself on the hair of your nape and pulled firmly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to ground you. To steady you. And to make sure you raised your head and met the dragon eyes that were firmly staring at you.
“I like when people look at me if I talk to them” A chill went down your spine. Your hands relaxed immediately, freeing your skin from your nails. All your muscles relaxed at the same time and you were able to maintain his gaze, with a soft blush on your cheeks. You felt so…nice. “Do you think you can do that, or do I have to keep you in this position until you are able to, doll?”
You nod softly. What does this man have, that makes you wanna listen to him? You want to do everything he says, for him to be proud of you. You wanted to show him you could listen, and be good. His words are just so…clear, so easy to listen to, so warm and easy to follow.
You feel like melted caramel.
Flowy and warm.
“Hyung asked you something. Answer him” Jungkook speaks, but you don’t break eye contact with Namjoon. Even less when you feel his hand tighten on your scalp and your thighs give the smallest of clenches.
“Y-yes, I can…”
Your mother did always say you gave control out to others too easily, didn’t she?
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The Last Time || Aaron Hotchner
Summary: Request - Hotch x reader fic based on the last time by taylor swift and gary lightbody
A/N: I just love a good angst to comfort. Thanks so much for the request anon! I had a good time writing this :) Let me know your thoughts!
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N
Word Count: 2.6k+
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“Hey A.” You grinned leaning up on your tip toes to kiss your husband on the cheek. You noticed the small breath he let out before putting on a façade, a smile on his face.
“Hi sweetheart.” He pulled you in without much thought. Smelling the top of your head you instinctually melted into him. You knew how hard his job was. The horror of the cases he saw on a daily basis. Choosing which serial killers, he and his team went after and which ones they had to ignore, for now. You knew how he felt like he played God with people’s lives. How heavy those decisions weighed on him.
When you pulled away you studied his face. He looked utterly exhausted. When was the last time he’d taken even a day away from the office? You knew it usually didn’t lead to anything good, so you’d shut up about it, “How was your day babe? Jack aced his math test, took him out for some ice cream.”
He scrunched his eyebrows together, “He had a math test?”
You nodded hiding the disappointment of his increasing absence over the last few months. The BAU seemingly taking over his entire life, “Pre-algebra. He’s been studying all week.” You didn’t want to make him feel worse, but you didn’t want to lie either. Jack had been studying. Vying for his father’s attention which seemed to be entirely elsewhere.
A curt nod. One you were sure was reserved usually for the team, “Thanks for letting me know.”
You sighed, tired of his absence, “Yeah, sure.” Breaking from his embrace you walked over to the fridge not having a plan in mind but not really wanting to be around him.
“You’re mad.” He stated sitting down at the barstool underneath the kitchen island.
Closing the refrigerator door, you looked at him with your eyebrows raised, “You’re good at your job Aaron.” Placing an emphasis on the word job you crossed your arms over your chest careful to keep your voice down. You’d just gotten Rosie, your toddler, down for sleep and God forbid Jack here a nasty spat between his parents.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He stood from the barstool making his way toward your slowly.
You shrugged, not really wanting to pick a fight right now. He was home now, you wanted his time not an argument when he was home, “You’re a profiler, figure it out. I’m tired A. Can we just watch a show and order some takeout?” You tried to change the conversation away from the looming fight and into a calmer one.
His eyebrows scrunched together further. Something was wrong. You were acting weird. When was the last time he’d even talked to his you, his wife he adored more than the world? Sure, he knew he’d gotten caught up at work over the last few months, but he might not have realized just how severely he’d been absent from your lives.
“We’ll talk about this in the morning. But for now, that sounds perfect honey.” He smiled letting you lead the way.
But of course, his fucking work phone had to ring. You shuddered hearing the infamous, “This is Hotchner.” After two damn rings. It was like his body was on autopilot.
You sat down on the couch praying that he wouldn’t be leaving. You didn’t even get a night anymore?
“That was Strauss. Emergency case in New York…” He trailed off seeing your distant gaze. One that wasn’t even sad. Wasn’t anything, neutral. Terrifyingly neutral.
Blinking a few times, you looked back up to him, “Do you have to go?” It was a long shot, but one, nonetheless.
He nodded, “I’m sorry honey… I should be back soon.” Even he cringed hearing how indecisive that was.
“When’s soon? Jack has that soccer game on Sunday. You promised you’d be there. This was your weekend off.” You knew how badly you were hurting him, but you just couldn’t find it in you to really give a damn any further. Jack had begged his dad to be there. He’d made the seventh-grade soccer team and wanted his dad at the first game. The odds were slipping away rapidly.
He sighed looking away, “I’ll try honey. Really, I will. But I can’t make any promises, you know that that.”
You gave him a dry laugh, tired. So tired of him choosing the job over you guys. Did you even matter anymore?
“Be sure to make it home, case solved or not Aaron. It’s not that fucking hard.” You rarely cussed in front of him knowing it set a bad tone for the kids, but they weren’t here, and you were at your wits end. He wasn’t listening to you. So, you had to pull out the big boy words. Words that caught his attention.
He cocked his head to the side in surprise. He was looking at you curiously, profiling you surely, “Now sweetheart, you know that
You squinted your eyes feeling the frustration bubble up on over, “Don’t patronize me right now Aaron. We’re tired of you never fucking being here.”
He frowned taking a step forward, “Just let me get through this case and we can talk about it. Yeah?” He tried reasoning. But you weren’t having it, not anymore.
You shook your head, “What happens when Strauss calls again Aaron? Are you going to keep picking her over your wife and fucking kids? Does your daughter even know what her dad even looks like anymore? I don’t think she does.” You spit out with venom in your voice knowing that was an extremely low blow
“Y/N.” He bit back before stopping himself, “You know this is important…”
You cut him off, “More important than me? Rosie? Jack?” You knew a tear had slipped down your cheek, how dramatic.
“Honey, I have to go.”
You couldn’t believe he was going, running, “This is the last time Aaron. I swear to God if you walk through that door…”
He cut you off this time, “I have to. We’ll talk when I’m back.”
You watched in horror as he grabbed that damn bag and walked out the door murmuring a soft ‘I love you’ before vanishing. You had to do something to get his attention because this wasn’t doing it anymore. You texted your mom, asking her to take the kids for the weekend as you needed to go see Allie, your best friend who lived a few hours downstate. She’d agreed no questions asked. Then you were off. You’d dropped the two kids off the next morning at your parents place before hightailing it down to Allie’s.
When you got there she helped you craft a message to your husband. She and her husband had gone through a similar rough patch not that long ago and you could use her help. So why not use it?
‘Hey, A. Kids, are at my mom’s. I’m at Allie’s for the next few days. I’ll be back in time for Jack’s game on Sunday. Need some time away to think about things.’
You’d sent out before waiting for a response. But Allie wouldn’t let you wallow. She took you out making you leave that damn phone at home. You knew you’d be getting chewed out for that later, something about how unsafe that decision could be.
When you’d gotten back to Allie’s home tipsier than you’d care to admit you went straight for your phone. 13 missed calls and five texts. You cringed before opening your phone and reading the string he sent.
‘Please answer the phone.’
‘Why are you at Allie’s? Please just answer the phone.’
‘I’m on my way home. Please call me back, are you alright?’
‘Dammit, please Y/N. You can’t do this to me. I messed up alright. Please just call me. Or text me. Something. I love you.’
‘I love you.’
You shook your head letting a few tears fall freely reading through them. You’d begged him to stay, and he left. Now that you wanted space he was coming to talk? You felt your hands shaking thinking of something to say back to him, your husband. You felt so detached from him, why were you so nervous?
‘I’m fine. Just went out and the phone died. Please don’t come. I need space. Please.’
You wanted to set your phone down, but he replied almost instantly.
‘I’m almost there.’
He wasn’t giving you an option.
‘How? I’m downstate. Go back with your team. They need you or something.’
You were picking a fight and you knew it. You were tipsy and tired and pissed off at your absent husband. The love was always there it was just laying low right now. A caged animal crying to be let out.
‘Flew into another airport. I’ll be there in five.’
You groaned deciding to call him instead. You didn’t want to see him. Afraid you might say something you may regret. You’d gotten exactly what you wanted, his attention. You’d never done something so drastic. But then again, you never had to do anything so drastic before.
Before he could speak when he answered you started talking, “Please don’t come Aaron. I just want to be with my best friend right now.” You knew how little your voice sounded. So distant from the person you always were.
A still silence and his driving vehicle is all you could here before he responded, “I shouldn’t have left. I’m sorry. Please Y/N. We can talk. I need to talk to you. I can’t lose you.” He spit out. You knew that was a big fear of his, after what happened to Haley. Jack now only realized what happened to his biological mom who loved him more than life itself. You couldn’t fathom carrying that around with you.
You had to give in. That soft voice let you know he was actually going through it, “You could never lose me Aaron. I just needed advice and some comfort. My mom didn’t have a problem watching the kids, you know it’s a treat for her.”
“I know.” Aaron sighed as he pulled into the driveway right next to your car. He knew exactly where she lived, he’d visited a fair share of times with you, “I’m here honey.”
You felt your heart rate quicken, “I’ll be right out.” You called out to Allie letting her know what the hell was happening. The one thing you loved and hated about the man. He was relentless. Wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Walking out a few steps far enough away from the house so that Allie and her husband couldn’t here you watched as Aaron spotted you and made his way right towards you. Gently, he placed his calloused hands on your shoulders pulling you into himself tightly. He brushed the back of your head with his hand while he held your body tightly into his.
“I’m so sorry sweetheart. I don’t…” he paused collecting his thoughts, “I don’t know what I was thinking, I can’t lose you.” At that he gripped you just a little tighter. Calming his nerves you squeezed him back, not nearly as aggressively but a reassurance for his racing mind you knew so well.
When you pulled away you looked up to him with teary eyes, “You stopped listening. Jack’s been all but begging you on his knees for you to pay attention. Rosie asked where you were yesterday Aaron. We miss you. We need you back. I can’t do this alone either. It feels like I have been for the last few months.” You let the tears fall and the damn burst open. You let yourself feel every pent-up emotion, every frustration as you cried.
He pulled you back into his embrace with a frown on his face, “I’m so sorry honey.” He squeezed you tightly while you let the tears flow free. It felt good to have let them out, let pent up emotions you’d been holding back go.
“Just listen.” You mumbled into his chest letting yourself have the breakdown you’d needed.
He squeezed you once more letting you know he’d heard you, loud and clear, “I will. I’m so sorry you had to do this. That I made you feel this way. I just want the promotion so bad that… that I feel like telling Strauss no will hinder it. But I’ll talk to her. I promise. For you. For Jack and Rosie.” He kissed the crown of your head feeling that overwhelming feeling of dread pool in his stomach. He’d done this. He was the reason for your tears. He’d neglected you., the kids.
“I can’t beg you anymore Aaron.” You whispered after the sobs had long since died down and the tears were slow to come, “This is the last time.”
He nodded seeing the seriousness in your eyes, the hurt you’d usually hidden so well, “I hear you.” He brushed a gentle finger over your forehead as he looked over you. He then ran his thumb beneath your eyes collecting the stray tears that were lingering on your skin, “I’m so sorry I did this to you.”
The intensity of his gaze was hard to hold. He was everything and more to you. A sweet crush turned passionate romance that led to where you were today, ten years and a kid later. You knew what you signed up for when you got married but this was on another level. Being single when you’re married is one of the loneliest things you’d gone through. Especially when you’d practically begged for his attention for weeks now. You’d given him one last shot with a Hail Mary attempt, and he’d caught it. You’d never been so unsure of decision before, always being so sure with him. Nobody was perfect, you knew that. But you needed him to see. Thank goodness he did.
When you didn’t respond but instead hugged him he let you do as you needed. Whatever comfort you needed he was willing to provide. But after five minutes of holding each other he needed to break the silence. You certainly weren’t going to.
“Let’s go home? Kids can stay at your moms. Let’s have a day to ourselves tomorrow. Sleep in, make you breakfast and do something fun. How’s that sound?” He asked you softly, continuing to rock you in his arms.
“Yeah, that sounds lovely.” You yawned feeling the late night and the emotions of the day taking its toll on you.
“Then we can pick the kids up on Sunday, take them to breakfast and go to Jack’s soccer game. That sound okay sweetheart?”
You nodded in his chest feeling the warmth spread over you. He was listening. He was going to do what he said he was going to. This was Aaron Hotchner after all, “That sounds perfect A.” You felt okay, content. It was going to be alright. Just a little rough patch is all.
He smiled down at you, “Let’s get you home then, go grab your things and tell Allie I said I’m sorry too.”
You let go of his torso looking at both cars in the driveway, “We have two cars.” You sighed not feeling up for the drive home. It was already pushing eleven o’clock.
He shrugged, “It’s a rental. I’ll have the somebody from the FBI come get it tomorrow.” He pointed to the car he’d drove in on.
You shook your head, “There are some perks to that job of yours.”
He nodded leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the lips, “That there is. Now, let’s get you home. I have some making up to do.” He shot you a wink before pushing you gently in the direction of your best friend’s house.
You turned around with a brilliant smile on your face nodding rapidly, “That you do Hotchner, that you do.” You rushed back inside careful not to let him get the last word in. It certainly was going to be alright.
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