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stonersap · 11 months
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might pop on here to discuss sapnap demons but I have a final due tomorrow so i’m gonna try and be more offline so I can be like a functioning adult lmao love u guys
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fuckysuckybrigade · 9 months
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Hello trans women !!
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bonesblubs · 2 years
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Hi! I know you probably get so many asks like this one but I am truly obsessed with your art 🥺 You are so talented, you manage to capture the characters' personality so well it's mind-blowing.
Anyway, that's all I wanted to say, have a wonderful day 💚
What the heck this is so nice thank you so much!! Truthfully I save all your nice messages in a little serotonin folder to look back on when things are down/ if I’m feeling burnt out. It’s a wonderful pick me up. Thanks for taking time out of your day to send this!! It means a lot 💚💚💚
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mcondance · 9 months
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come close; hobie brown
getting high and talking about anarchy with some old 90's shit playing is a crazy way to fall for someone. but it happens.
pairing hobie brown x Black!afab!fem! reader
contents lots of weed, different terms for weed (mary jane, cess), talks of killing politicians (y’all r both anarchists so.), masturbation (both you and hobie), making out, fingering, riding, missionary, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex (they're horny man dwbi), dirty talk, cervix kissing, lotsssss of praise, porn with plot (sorry i love plot 🙏🏾)
words 4.7k.. back on my longer fic shit!
warnings reader wears lipgloss, barely proofread so if you see any mistakes pls shoot me an ask!, umm i use the n word once!, i’m also,, not that great at writing his voice yet so.. hope it’s at least sorta accurate :3
extras the form i wrote this in is kinda,, unique igs but it flows rlly well i feel.
song shoutouts special thanks to lipstick lover by janelle monae, come close by common and mary j. blige, and green eyes by erykah badu!
signing off happy father’s day to hobie 🫶🏾
not quite plug!hobie, but hobie who always has weed, who you smoke with the first time you buy from him.
you usually don’t smoke with randoms, but you hear some old 90's rap playing from inside his car, and he invites you in when you comment on it.
"what you know bout this?" you ask with a smile.
"a lot, actually. you wanna smoke and listen?"
not quite plug!hobie who's fine as fuck as he sits opposite you in his ride, tall and darkskin with cool ass hair. wild ass accent and even wilder style, but he makes it work. his music taste adds on to his overall allure.
but his political views? god. the charm in the shape of a little 'a' surrounded by a circle hanging from his mirror lets you know that he ain't like these other niggas.
he's an anarchist. so far, you're the only anarchist you know. it's so rare to find someone who has the same values as you.
not quite plug!hobie who's car you leave with music recs clumsily typed into your notes, and someone to talk about politics with, though you're too shy to text the pretty boy with the good weed, so you're sure it'll never happen.
not quite plug!hobie who texts you when you get home to make sure you arrived safely.
"driving while high ain't safe, ya know? you at home?"
"i've done it before. i made it home."
not quite plug!hobie who's so nice to you, complimenting your outfits and hair, even noticing when you meet him the 3rd time with a new style.
not quite plug! hobie who you find out has been giving you discounts when your friends ask if you ever bought from him after their recommendation, and you run them in on the details. you think it’s just cause y’all smoked the first time you ever bought from him and you bonded over political views and music. you don’t think nothing else of it.
not quite plug!hobie who you find yourself thinking about more and more often, ever since that first time y'all smoked together.
not quite plug!hobie who finds himself in the same predicament.
not quite plug!hobie who answers the door on your 6th buy in a pair of red sweats and a tight white t-shirt that hugs his lanky frame, hair tied up with a blue shoe string. he invites you into his crib, citing reasons of having no one else to talk to about his views with. after all, it's the first time you both have time to sit and talk and listen to music instead of a quick deal since that first time.
not quite plug!hobie who you get faded as fuck with, this time sharing a joint on his janky couch, heavy hands brushing against each other with each pass. he tries to ignore the aching in his very core every time you speak your mind, your aligning politics driving him crazy.
you mirror him, shaking off the.. arousal?.. no, it can't be. you can't be getting all heated just cause a man is an anarchist. whatever. just ignore it.
not quite plug!hobie who laughs when you tell him straight up, “people aren’t killing politicians anymore. that’s our fuckin’ problem.”
"really? you're wild. but i get it."
"course you do." you nod, taking another drag of the joint. erykah badu's "green eyes" is playing quietly in the background of your convo. hobie starts laughing.
"what?" you smile.
"song's called green eyes, right? well we got red eyes." it's corny and wouldn't be funny if you two weren't high as shit, but you are high as shit, so it's fucking hilarious.
not quite plug!hobie who's eyes linger on you as he pulls laugh after laugh out of your chest with his snarky little jokes.
not quite plug!hobie who walks you to your car after your smoke session, telling you to get home safely. he passes out after his head hits the bed, that after smoke sleep being some of the best he's ever had. he tries to chase you out of his mind as he succumbs to the cess.
not quite plug!hobie who lights a joint and then pulls his dick out the next day, hard and heavy, and strokes it thinking about his pretty little client— friend? whatever — hips stuttering as he wraps his hand around his thick base. he's tried to shake you off, went all day distracting himself with this and that, but it's not working.
not quite plug!hobie who cums in white spurts splattering on his chest to the thought of making you cum in a room filled with smoke, some old r&b playin as he dicks you down the way he's been wanting to since the first time your pretty ass came to him asking for some weed. he wants you bent over on the end of his bed, eyes low and red while he fills you up and fucks you good, gives you his dick like he feels you so rightfully deserve.
not quite plug!hobie who you seriously can't stop thinking of. last night's smoke session has you on edge, so you light another joint, but weed always gets you horny, so when you slip your fingers into your panties and touch yourself to the thought of the pretty darkskin boy with the piercings and cool hair pushing his fat cock into your pretty hole, you blame it on the mary jane sitting pretty in your veins.
the fault lies in the mary jane for making you think about him laid on top of you, talking you through it as he damn near kisses your cervix, his wiry hands roaming your body. the fault lies in the mary jane for having your legs shaking, imagining your pretty plug folding you in half and ruining you, leaving you and your cunt sore and satisfied and dripping his cum.
not quite plug!hobie who cleans up while telling himself that he can't do this again, that you're not interested in him.
not quite plug!hobie who you block out of your mind as you shower. what you did wasn't right. it won't happen again.
not quite plug!hobie who you don’t buy from for a minute, cause you’re trying to stop smoking so much, for a while. you still keep in contact with him, though. daily texts, funny memes, and of course talks of anarchy. one day, you call him “bee” instead of hobie, and it sticks. he likes it.
not quite plug!hobie… who you fuck yourself to again, this time slipping three fingers inside your greedy cunt to satiate the need for him. it’s almost every night, and it’s a different fantasy every time. 
in the backseat of his car, bent over on his counter, pressed into his couch cushions. your head pressing into your pillows while visions of hobie’s lips pressed to your ear praising you endlessly for being his good girl and taking him so well torment you. you’re insatiable, but when you text you have to pretend like you don’t want his piercing scraping against your clit as he eats you like a man starved.
not quite plug!hobie who has the same dilemma as you.. he can’t even go a couple of hours without growing hard in his sweats, glimpses of you spread out on his bed with your thighs thrown over his shoulders, or you face down ass up, sobbing in pure ecstasy. it’s not made better by y’all’s constant texting, more and more of your personality being revealed to him each day.
you both share one brain, really. and that one brain finds each other attractive, of course, but it’s not just that. it’s not just pure lust. you two have more in common than anyone you’ve ever met, and that sinks ache and want so deep into you that every night and day is spent trying to rid yourselves of it.
not quite plug!hobie who you buy from again almost two weeks later, two weeks that were filled with funny conversations and deep discussions of politics through text. two weeks that solidify the growing feelings you have for each other. this time, he’s wearing a pair of blue sweats and a tight black tee, and his hair is tied up just like the first time you came to his house. this time, brandy’s playing throughout his crib.
you’ve only known each other for about two months, but it feels like longer, for the both of you. you take your seat on the couch as he grabs his stash and his papers, pulling out one paper to roll up.
not quite plug!hobie who sits a little bit closer than he did last time. he smells good. your head is swimming already. 
not quite plug!hobie who lights up and then lets you take the first hit, watching you wrap your glossy lips around the joint like he doesn’t wish they were wrapped around his dick instead. you pass the joint to him and settle onto the couch, raking your eyes over his lanky frame, and what you swear is a hard-on. no way. it has to be the weed. 
he settles back onto the couch too, extending his long arms on the back. his arm comes up behind your head, and you rest your head on it, smiling dopily when he directs his hazy gaze your way. his playlist must have ended. you're left with him and your thoughts.
“you’re funny, you know?” he says through a breath of smoke, passing the joint to you.
“yeah?” you reply, hitting it again. “everyone tells me i’m just corny.”
“you’re not corny. you’re pretty hilarious, if i’m bein’ honest.” 
and there it is again.
not quite plug!hobie whose words light that fire in you again, the fire that you’ve been dousing every night for the past two fucking weeks. fuck, not here. not now. you grab the joint from him in an attempt to push more weed into your system to flush him out, but you meet his pretty fuckin’ brown eyes and they’re low and his lips looks so good and he smells so good and suddenly you’re asking not quite plug who you’re two seconds away from fucking!hobie why he’s been charging you less than everyone else who buys from him and why he invited you into his car and into his house, twice.
and not quite plug who really wants to kiss you right now!hobie can’t even joke and twist his way out of this one. he’s tired of cumming alone to the thought of you. the worst you can do is leave. but the best? god, so many things.
“'s cause i think you’re pretty. n' i really wanna kiss you right now.”
“then do it.”
not quite plug!hobie who tastes like weed and chocolate. the hand that was resting on the back of the couch finds it’s way to the small of your back, fingers drawing nonsensical shapes into it. your hands find his knee and his neck as you press your lips into his. you slide closer to him, and then he’s using the hand resting on your back to push you into his lap, hands settling on your hips as you settle above him, your hands circling around his neck.
“how long?” you ask between kisses.
“since the day you walked up to my car.” he responds quietly, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. he’s quick to trap your lips again.
god, he is hard. and he’s big, you can feel him pressing against the inside of your thigh. you hold your tongue, figuring you could deal with that later. right now, you just need to get out what you’ve been keeping in since the day you two met and you spotted the little ‘a’ hanging from his mirror.
the kiss grows deeper and he grows a little less shy, starting to use his hands gripping your waist to grind you against him. heat floods you when you realize that he's pulling you onto his cock, pressing your cunt against him, separated by the fabric of his sweats and your shorts.
you find his rhythm, falling into the pattern of his soft pushes and presses, a gentle lull of bodies moving against each other that makes you even more comfortable than you already are. soft little groans escaping the both of you, mixing with the smoke and infatuation in the air.
he lets you move the way you want, lithe fingers tracing up your back, hovering over where your hair falls onto your neck. he keeps kissing you for a minute, seemingly frozen. but then he's pulling away to speak, "can i- can i touch your hair?"
you stop moving with a smile. you nod. "yeah. thanks for asking." you kiss him again.
"course, love." he nods, and then he kisses you again. his long fingers snake into your hair, gently and softly. he strokes his hands through your locks, in time with your kisses and the movements of your hips that have started again. hands migrating from his neck, sliding down his chest, laying flat-palmed. your fingers slide under his tee, curling and gripping to pull him ever closer to you.
not quite plug!hobie who could kiss you forever. you could too, but you want more. you need him. so you pull away just a little, murmur "can feel you against me." chills rack through him at your words.
"i know. 'm so hard, darlin'." he pushes his hips up just a little, drawing a muffled whine from you.
"been wantin' you so bad.." you trail off. hobie takes it upon himself to move his hands from your hair to the waistband of your shorts, eyes fixed on yours, watching your every move. you nod, giving him permission to snake his fingers into your shorts, fingers that are met with no resistance.
"no panties? did'ya plan this, doll?" he smiles, slim fingers exploring your wetness, doing what he can with the limited space.
"mhm." you shake your head. "'s more comfortable." he hums in agreement. he circles your clit with his middle finger, dipping towards your entrance to collect more slick. you push down against his fingers, causing him to have to crane his wrist to reach you.
"can we take these off? can't touch you the way i wanna." you blush, averting your eyes to focus on the hand that disappears into your shorts.
"yeah." you breathe shakily, standing up and letting hobie pull them down your legs, hands on his shoulders as balance. your shirt is long, and it falls down to give you some modesty. hobie throws your shorts somewhere behind you before he leans back, giving you space to sit back down.
he looks so fucking good, brown eyes staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky. he reaches out for you, pulling you back into his lap by your hips. his hand disappears under your shirt while his lips find yours again, exploring you more freely this time.
"so wet, doll." he murmurs between one kiss and another, smiling when you whine. his fingers move at different speeds, pressing in different areas and circling at different speeds until he finds a combination that makes you jolt against him, whining "bee."
"thaaaaat's it, love." this time, you don't return your lips to his, instead tucking your head into his neck as you hump shamelessly against his hand, his cock pressing hard and heavy against your thigh. "keep going, baby," he urges, "show me how it feels."
and you do. you shiver and shake and whine and groan in pleasure, pressing kisses in his brown skin as he touches you the way he touched himself thinking about.
not quite plug!hobie who presses his thumb into your clit, sliding his hand farther down to tease your drooling hole. "'s wet, love. g'na feel so good 'round me." you moan loudly at that, at the thought of your fantasies coming true. you cant your hips down, sliding down his fingers until they're seated inside you, stroking gently at your sensitive walls.
pulling them out softly, he curls his fingers, twisting his wrist as you whine and mouth at his neck. "'s okay. you can bite." he nods, catching onto what you were holding yourself back from. you still don't, resign to licking and sucking instead.
until his fingers catch the spongy spot inside you, and your teeth are sinking into the column. "fuck," you damn near shout, pushing yourself onto his hand. he groans in response, pleased to be pleasing you and indulging in the pain you inflict on him. thumb on your clit and fingers playing with that spot, he brings his other hand from your hip to your hair to soothe you, to ground you.
it's sweet, really, his hand in your hair while the other one touches you the way you've been dreaming of. coos and hums meet your ears, soft sounds of affirmation egging you on to let yourself get lost in the pleasure he delivers you. arousal steadily dripping out of your hole, hobie's fingers sliding easier and easier inside you until he can pull out and slip right back in.
"you're so pretty, dove, fuckin' dreamgirl." he murmurs, staring down at your pretty face, arched eyebrows turned down in ecstasy, lips parted. the praise takes you closer and closer to the edge, his deep voice reverberating throughout your entire being, the pangs of arousal in your clit growing harder and faster. you're close.
you're so goddamn close to cumming for a boy you just wanted to buy from. his long fingers reach deep, deeper than you could ever even dream of. “hobie- i- i’m g’na-” you stutter against his neck, hips stuttering against his fingers.
“‘s okay, love, cum. i’m right here.” the rubber band snaps, and you're tightening your thighs around his hand while you shake and shiver, eyes closed tight with soft whines of "hobie, god it feels so good" tumbling from your lips. you tighten around his fingers, too, squeeze him so tight he winces, cause he just knows you're gonna feel so good wrapped around him. he pushes that thought away, though, focused on helping you ride out your orgasm.
fingers pressing into your clit and that spot inside you, he makes sure to milk every last second of your climax, eyes fixed on your ethereal features. aftershocks still racking through you, you finally open your eyes, and he takes it as a sign to gently pull his fingers out of you and wipe them on his sweats, and you shudder at the feeling.
"that was. . so much better than i imagined. n' i imagined it being pretty good." you smile and giggle, placing a kiss on his neck. he laughs in response, raising his eyebrows at your confession.
"bet i'm a better fuck than you imagined, too." the air in the room shifts again, and suddenly you're aware of his cock pressed against your thigh through his sweats again.
"bet you are."
you raise up, kissing him again as your hands find the waistband of his sweats and invite themselves in, meeting his dick that's been hard since you first sat down on his couch. "and i'm the one who planned this? you're free-balling." you murmur against his lips, and he mirrors your words from earlier.
"'s more comfortable, 's all— fuck." he's cut off when you pull his cock out of his sweats and run your finger over his pretty brown tip, dipping into his slit. his hips thrust up, chasing your soft hand. "g'na drive me crazy." he almost whines, jerking against you when you swipe your thumb against his aching tip again.
"just returnin' the favor." you shoot back, raising up to hover over him, swiping his leaking dick through your wetness. he wraps his hand around his thick base, moving in time with your teasing strokes. "you're big." you groan, hesitating to seat yourself on him.
"i know, doll, you can take it though. we'll make you take it." he speaks into your clothed chest, muffled and horny, and you’re sure he means what he says. you drip even more at his words, sticky slick wetting his fat tip.
not quite plug!hobie whose hands are on your hips as you sink down onto his pretty dick, whining into his neck as he encourages you. “you got it, baby, you’re takin’ me so well. god, she’s so wet.”
"she— fuck that's so hot," you moan, eyes rolling back at his words.
"mhm?" he hums.
you don't respond, too busy focusing on his fat cock pushing into you, focusing on the way you both make it fit, exactly like he said you would. finally, he bottoms out, your thighs resting against his sweats.
"g' job, babe. knew you could take me." you jolt against him, his heady words sending another pang of arousal straight to where you two meet.
not quite!plug hobie who you tell to move, raising your hips up as he pulls out, meeting him in the middle as he fills you back up. his hips slot against yours again, and his big chocolate eyes are fixed on yours, gazing upon you in adoration, while your eyes are fixed on where he disappears into you.
"so big, feels s'good. ." you whisper, meeting his gaze. the look in his eyes has chills running down your spine as you raise your hips again, choosing to connect your lips with his again. hobie starts to find a rhythm, now, wrapping his long arms around your waist. you swap spit with him as his hips meet your ass, taking over.
body bouncing with each of his thrusts into your pussy, arms wrapped around his neck. his lips slipping against yours, plump and wet. you both take it slow, basking in the feeling of finally being like this with someone you've wanted since you first saw them.
he fills you up so nicely, thick cock nestled in your achy walls, leaking tip just barely kissing your cervix as he thrusts just a bit harder and you push down a little more.
"y'feel me, darlin? 'm all the way in, at the end of you, god, 'm g'na make you mine." he babbles in pleasure, pushing his hips up even harder. still soft, but firm, and deliberate.
you nod against his lips, hand resting on his cheek. "feel you, bee, feel you in my fuckin' stomach, i swear." you feed off of him and he feeds off of you, kissing and slapping your hips against the others, wild and wanting. "fuckin' me so good, bee, makin' me yours."
"makin' me yours, doll, pussy's squeezin' me like she don't w'na let go."
"don't wanna let go, wan' you so bad." you confess, bringing your ass down onto his cock again. "i— fuck," you sob. his cock curves just right, and with his tip pressing against your spot now, hobie's found new determination.
"that it?" he asks, making sure to keep hitting that spongy patch of skin with every thrust, sheathing his cock in your wet heat.
"'s it, hobie, feels so good, shit." the high has worn off by now, leaving pure emotions and desire driving you two. you get tight around him again, cunt pulsing with every slam of his hips against yours. you feel so good around him, so tight and wet.
"'m g'na—, you're gonna make me cum, bee."
he moves one hand from around your waist at that, sliding between you two to toy with your clit, thumb rubbing wild shapes against the throbbing bud.
"fuck," you cry, grinding against his thumb and down onto his dick.
"you close again, doll? wan' you to wet me up, ma'me a mess," he encourages, big brown eyes fixed on yours like they've been the whole night.
"'m so close, bee, wanna cum for you, wanna wet you up."
"then do it." he mirrors your words from earlier, and the pleasure pulsing through your veins and infatuation swirling around in your blood gets to be too much, and you cum on his cock, still slamming your hips down onto him, meeting his thrusts in the middle. "thaaaat's it, doll." you hear hobie praise through the fog in your mind, bounces turned to messy grinds as you get all tight around him, cumming hard.
"y'alright, love?" he asks, moving your hair out of your face.
"mhm. w'na go again, you haven't come yet." he chuckles at your words, wrapping both hands around your waist and kissing you again.
"lay back, love." he murmurs against your lips, flipping you onto the couch. your back meets the smooth fabric as he lays you down, pulling his tee and his sweats off. you follow suit, stripping your shirt off and throwing it somewhere behind his couch. his watchful eyes fall on your face, then your tits, then your cunt, taking your body in for the first time.
he finds his place on top of you, balancing himself on his elbows as he kisses you again. he reaches down, but you stop him. "lemme do it," you urge, replacing his hand. you line him up with your sopping entrance, nodding twice to tell him to push in.
the stretch is so fucking good, his cock bullying it's way into your tight cunt again.
"fuck, that's it," he curses, watching your face as he seats himself in your once again.
"so deep. ." you trail off, looking down at your stomach, and oh fuck, no way.
"hobie, hobes, look," you urge, and he points his gaze to where you're looking.
"oh, love, look at that. can see myself, right there," he presses down on the bulge he creates, ripping a broken moan straight from your throat.
"fuck me, please," you sob, squirming under him. he nods, understanding, and finds his rhythm easier this time, lean hips slapping against you. your body jolts up the couch with every thrust, choppy whines of nonsensical sentences leaving your mouth.
not quite plug who's absolutely pussydrunk!hobie can't get enough of your cunt, the way you squeeze him oh so tight, the wet squelches of your heat drawing him further into madness. he needs to go deeper, needs to fuck you harder, so he raises up, throwing your legs over his shoulders, leaning back down to bury his cock deep inside you.
"baby, fuck." it's a gritted groan, head rolling back onto the couch as he mouths at your neck, licking and biting at your heated skin. his thrusts are slow and firm, dick kissing your cervix, the slaps sounding out through his living room.
you're both quiet this time around, too blissed out to do anything but fuck, allowing yourselves to succumb to pleasure. every inch of his cock fills you, driving you crazy, driving him crazy too. it's intimate, his lips on your neck, your fingers palming at his back, limbs tangled together. and you can feel it building up in you again.
"'m g'na cum, hobes." he moves one of his arms, bringing his thumb down to rub at your clit, still mouthing at your neck. he lets it happen this time, doesn't urge you or change anything he's doing, and you coast into your climax so gratifyingly that you almost cry, squeezing him tight once again. now, your focus is on making him cum.
"wan' you to cum, hobes."
"gotta pull out, love. we ain' even put a rubber on." he realizes.
"no you don't. 'm clean. jus' fill me up, please." in your right mind, you wouldn't let him, but you're not in your right mind, and neither is he. so he cums with a groan, shaking as he spills pressed against your cervix.
the air's.. different now, satisfied and calm. you both lay there for a while, until hobie's picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up.
after, he lights another joint that you two share tucked under his covers, hugged up like a couple.
not quite plug!hobie holds you as you both fall asleep.
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atomicami · 3 months
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comfort crowd
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boyfriend’s mom!abby anderson x fem!reader
- summary: you’ve been dating your boyfriend for 2 years now, until all of a sudden he starts to act differently around you. one night, you come over to his place to see him, only to discover that he’s out cheating on you with another girl. as a result, you receive comfort from the person you’d least expect—his mother.
- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, older/milf!abby, age gap (reader is 20, abby is 38), reader is in college, owen (he is mentioned a lot but does not make an appearance), mentions of past teen pregnancy, abby and owen are divorced, infidelity/cheating, reader has her first intimate experience with a woman, kinda softdom!abby, oral & fingering (r!receiving), squirting, scissoring, slight edging, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything else
- author’s note: it’s finally here, sorry this one took me so long…i’ve been a bit nervous to do this pairing but it did win the poll i posted a while back so yeah…i also have to say that this fic took a lot of work and effort for me to write out, so i really hope y’all enjoy it 🤍
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You were wishing that your suspicions about your boyfriend weren’t true.
A little over two years ago was when you first met Andrew Anderson-Moore. It was during your senior year of high school and your family had just moved to the city as a result of a job offer that your father had received. Having to start over at a new school was scary for you, but meeting Andrew made that experience a little better.
The two of you connected instantly, and it didn’t take long for you both to start dating and make it official. On your first month anniversary of being together, you two decided to introduce each other to your families. You brought Andrew to meet both of your parents first, and he brought you to meet his dad first before meeting his mom a week later.
Now you’re in your third year of college, still maintaining your loyalty towards him, and you still keep in touch with his parents as well, preferably with his mom, Abigail.
You enjoyed being with Abigail just as much as you did with your boyfriend. She was always so attentive and caring towards you, she treated you as if you were her own. Ever since Andrew had introduced you to her, you’d always make sure to be formal towards her no matter what, even though she could truly care less about it.
“Hi, Ms. Anderson, it’s nice to meet you,” you tell her kindly, removing yourself from your boyfriend’s embrace to shake her hand.
She flashes a smile back at you as she shakes your hand. “It’s nice to meet you too, sweetheart, there’s no need to be so formal though,” she tells you.
“Oh I’m sorry, Abigail—“
“Abby.” She corrects you. “Abby is just fine.”
You simply nod at her in response.
“Alright then, Abby.”
After dinner had passed that day, and you were bringing all the dishes to the sink to wash them, you ended up overhearing Abby say this to her son:
“Make sure you treat her well, Andrew. She’s a sweet girl, definitely a keeper.”
Even though you figured that Abby would be nothing more to you than your boyfriend’s mother, the way she said that to Andrew made you feel unusual inside…But you figured that you were feeling that way simply because it was just a genuine compliment from her.…right?
Since that day, you’ve been close with Abby since then, and Andrew has managed to treat you like royalty.
That is…until a couple of weeks ago when he arrived back from a guy’s trip with his father. You began to take note of the suspicious behavior he’s been having towards you lately. The way he’d hide his phone when he’s around you, how he’d avoid eye contact with you when you ask him about things, and how he’d leave every so often without telling you. It eventually got to the point where you needed to go and address it to him.
And that’s how you got here right now: sitting in your car in the driveway of his mom’s house on a gloomy Saturday night.
You muster up the courage to grab your bag and exit your car before locking it and walking the few steps over to the front door. After taking a deep breath, you step forward and knock on the door. Hoping it would be him answering the door, you’re quick to see Abby answer it instead. “Hey sweetheart,” she says to you. “What are you doing here so late?”
You look up to see Abby looking down at you with a soft smile. She was still in her scrubs with her white coat in her other hand, and with a bunch of little blonde flyaways sticking out of her hair. It looked like she had just gotten back from her shift at the hospital.
“Oh, Ms. Anderson…I was wondering if Andrew was here, by any chance? I need to talk to him about something.” you ask her, praying the answer would be what you’d expect it to be.
Abby let out a sigh and shook her head. “I’m afraid not, sweetheart…Owen dropped him off this morning and he left the house right before I was about to leave for work. I honestly thought he’d be spending the day with you today.”
Although Andrew was an adult now, he still managed to make visits between his mom and dad. Abby and Owen have been divorced for years now, but at the very beginning, they were once dating as high school sweethearts. It wasn’t until Abby had gotten pregnant from him during her senior year, and as a result, he’d figured the best and most traditional way was for them to get married after graduation.
Things were good for the couple so far…until one day, shortly after Andrew’s first birthday, Abby had gotten home early from school only to find her husband in bed with another woman, which instantly led to them getting divorced with joint custody of their son. She felt like she should’ve been hurt and heartbroken about that, but for some reason she just…didn’t. It was almost as if she was falling out of love with Owen anyway, and his cheating was just the sign for her to divorce him.
Even though Abby was the victim in that situation, she didn’t want to tell Andrew about it so as to not damage his relationship with his father. Instead, she made sure to raise him to be a loyal, trustworthy man, just so he wouldn’t end up turning out to be just like his father.
She raised him to make sure that he wouldn’t end up hurting you.
You let out a sigh, looking over at your car before back at her. “Alright, um, I’ll just head out, then…”
As you were about to leave, you felt Abby’s hand gently grab your shoulder, causing you to turn around. “Hold on, um…would you like to come inside? I can’t have you driving around in this awful weather, maybe you can just wait for him in the meantime, yeah?”
You hesitated for a moment, but to be fair, Abby did have a point. It’s been storming so much these days, and based on the few drops you felt land on your shoulder, it seemed like it was going to happen again tonight.
You give Abby a nod, accepting her offer. She steps over to the side, clearing the way for you to enter inside before closing the door behind you.
“Have a seat, sweetheart,” Abby offers, gesturing you towards her couch. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and order some takeout if you’d like? I uh, don’t plan on doing anything tonight…” she continues, stuffing her hands in her pockets.
You nod back at her and set your bag down on the couch before sitting yourself down. “That’s alright with me…Thanks again, Ms. Anderson.”
“Abby, sweetheart,” she replies, correcting you.
“Right, thank you, Abby.”
You watch as she turns around and heads upstairs to her room. Once the shower turns on, you can’t help but get a feeling of deja vu passing through you, remembering that certain day like it was yesterday.
Now, the thought of being with a woman never really crossed your mind, but for some reason, you couldn’t help but find Abby to be so…attractive. You assumed it was just a silly little crush and set it aside because there was no way that Abby would see you as anything more than her son’s girlfriend.
But it wasn’t until about a month ago, that you decided to spend the night at Andrew’s place. It was around 1 am, and you had left Andrew’s bedroom to use the bathroom. As you were just about to go in, you couldn’t help but peek into Abby’s room as you were passing by.
The door of her bathroom was creaked open, the shower was currently running, and while Abby was undressing herself from her scrubs, you couldn’t help but keep your eyes fixed on her figure. Her back, her arms, her hands…you were feeling so attracted to her, to where a wave of arousal was hitting you instantly. You were getting so turned on by her in the way that you should be feeling towards her son instead.
Your gaze kept lingering on her, but once you noticed her blue eyes locking with yours, you quickly rushed back to Andrew’s room. This led you to have to wake up your boyfriend just to have sex with him, all with the sinful thoughts of his mother on your mind.
And even though neither you nor Abby brought up that incident the next morning, she had a strong feeling that those sounds that you were making that night were meant for her.
The sound of thunder startles you. You look out the window to see that it has already begun pouring outside. You were definitely going to be here for a while now, but you didn’t mind it. Abby always provided good company to you anyway.
You watch as the rain keeps pattering down, hitting the glass of the window. Your hand feels the vibration of your phone followed by a chime, causing you to look down at your screen and check the notification you just received.
Abby shuts off the water in the shower once she’s finished, making sure to keep it quick so as to not leave you waiting for so long. She then quickly changed into a shirt and sweatpants before shutting off the lights and leaving her bedroom.
As Abby began to head downstairs, she could hear a faint sniffling sound coming from the living room. It sounded like you were crying. This led to her rushing even quicker now to the living room, walking in to see you quietly crying, your dimly lit phone in one hand while your face was buried in the other, collecting all of your tears.
Concerned, she slowly began to approach you. “Hey, hey sweetheart…what’s the matter?” she asks calmly, sitting down next to you on the couch and placing a hand on your shoulder.
All you could do was shake your head in response. You were so choked up on your tears that you couldn’t even speak. You felt Abby get closer to you, trying to take a look at what was on your phone. You quickly hid it away from her, but it was too late. She had already caught a glimpse of the familiar figure that was on the screen.
Her hand makes contact with yours, trying to get ahold of your phone. “Let me see,” she tells you in a commanding, yet gentle tone.
You couldn’t help but give in, slowly loosening your grip on your phone, now letting her have it in her possession. Once the phone was in her hands she took a closer look at the screen, eyes widening in shock and disbelief. She couldn't believe what was seeing right now.
It was a picture of Andrew, her son, out at a party, with his lips attached to another girl’s, that clearly wasn’t his girlfriend.
Abby was just as shocked as you were. But she wasn’t just shocked. She was enraged, enraged at the fact that her own son had gone behind your back and hurt you like this. You were the sweetest, kindest soul she’d ever met, how could he, or anyone manage to break your heart with no remorse whatsoever?
Along with that, Abby couldn’t help but feel disappointed either. She spent the past twenty years raising her son to not be a cheat like his father was. But at that moment, after seeing that photo and the state you are in right now, she felt like she failed as a mother.
At that moment, she wanted to make things right.
Not only that…she wanted to make you forget about her son and make up for how he treated you.
Abby sets your phone down and reaches for her own that was on the coffee table. You try to stop her from doing so, knowing that she is going to call her son right now. “I-I tried calling h-him,” you choked out, grabbing at her forearms. “H-He didn’t respond.”
Abby gently shakes your hands away from her arms and grabs her phone before quickly unlocking it. “He’ll respond to me, sweetheart, trust me,” she tells you sternly, getting up from the couch and making her way back upstairs to her room before closing the door.
She was definitely right about that. It didn’t take long for you to hear the muffled shouting coming out of Abby’s room. Even through the thick walls of her house, you could hear her clear as day:
“Andrew, what the hell were you thinking?! Your girlfriend is here in my house, worried sick about you and you’re at a fucking party cheating on her with another girl?! I didn’t raise you to be like this. If you wanna keep this act up, then go stay with your father, Andrew. I don’t want you coming back here until I say otherwise.”
Despite that Abby was in your defense about this, you couldn’t help but feel so overwhelmed. You honestly wished you hadn’t come here in the first place. Even though it was storming harshly outside, you felt like the best thing was to just go home. This was the last place you wanted to be at right now.
Once Abby had finished talking on the phone, she then went back downstairs to the living room, only to see you heading towards the front door to leave. She quickly stops you before your hand grabs the doorknob. “Hey, where are you going? I told you it’s too dangerous for you to drive out there right now.”
You ignore her and make the effort to push her away and get to the door, but her strong figure wouldn’t budge at all. “I-I need to go, Ms. Anderson, I can’t—“ Your words get cut off as Abby begins to wrap her arms around you, enclosing your surroundings into a hug.
You couldn’t help but give in to her embrace, burying your face into her chest and sobbing into it, instantly staining the soft cotton of her shirt with your tears. The way you were acting right now was hurting Abby inside. It hurt her to know that her son was the one that caused your heart to break into a million pieces, especially knowing how much you loved him. She was willing to do anything right now to take that pain away from you.
“Listen, sweetheart…” She says, slightly pulling away to get a look at you. “I told Andrew to stay at Owen’s in the meantime, okay? You don’t have to worry about him coming here.” she takes another deep breath before continuing. “I didn’t raise my son to be like this, sweetheart…I’m sorry.”
You look up at her and shake your head in response. “I-It’s okay, Ms. Anderson, it’s not your fault…”
The warmth from one of her hands reaches your face, wiping the tears off of your cheeks “I’d like you to stay here for a bit, okay? I don’t want you going out in that storm and getting hurt…I can’t afford to lose what my son couldn’t keep.”
It was clear that Abby didn’t mean for that last sentence to slip, and she didn’t notice that she was thinking out loud until she saw your eyes widen in shock. You couldn’t help but wonder if Abby was having those same feelings towards you as well…
Your gaze shifts away for a second, and you quickly wipe the rest of your tears before looking back up at her. “As much as I’d like to, Ms. Anderson…I really don’t want to be here right now…Everything here just reminds me of him…”
You notice Abby hesitate for a moment. “Do you, uh, want to go to my room instead? Will that help?” she says, practically trying not to sound desperate. She resisted the need to beg for it, but if that was convincing enough for you to stay with her, she would be on her knees in an instant.
“Yeah…That would be a lot better, actually…”
Abby’s arm moves down to the small of your back before keeping you close to her side as you follow her upstairs to her bedroom, which was at the end of the hall. Before you go in, you couldn’t help but turn your head at the room you had just passed—Andrew’s bedroom. You were already thinking about having to eventually go in there and take your things out of his room. The thought of it was already making you sick.
Abby places a hand on your shoulder, causing you to get slightly startled before looking up at her. “You know you don’t have to go in there yet, right?” she assures you, squeezing your shoulder. “I can even get your things out of his room if you need me to.”
You simply nod and smile back at her as a silent ‘thank you’ before turning the knob of her bedroom and letting yourself in.
Upon entering, you realize how much Abby’s room differs from her son’s. Her room was painted in a shade of light blue, her bed was neatly made just as she had it in the morning. On your left, there was her dresser followed by some weights next to it, and on your right was the entrance to her bathroom. That same bathroom you had peeked into not that long ago.
“Your room is nice,” you tell her, your eyes still fixed on your surroundings. “Definitely a lot nicer than Andrew’s.”
Abby lets out a chuckle from behind. “Yeah, I know, he’s always been so unorganized.” she then hesitates for a moment before continuing. “However, there’s always been something in his room that mine doesn’t have…”
You slowly turn around to face her, noticing her starting to approach you. “What’s that?”
She stops in her tracks once she’s in front of you, gently placing her hand on your chin and lifting it up so you can see her.
“…you.”
A smile crept up on your face in reaction to her words. “Is that so? Well…”
You pause for a moment, looking at your surroundings before looking back up at her and leaning in, just close enough to where your lips were just inches away from hers.
“I like it better here anyway,” you whisper back to her.
And with that, Abby gives in and seals your words with a kiss, and you just can’t help but kiss her back. The both of you knew that this was wrong, Abby was your boyfriend’s mother for Christ’s sake.
But if it’s such a bad thing, why did it feel so good for the two of you?
You feel Abby’s hand in front of you, slightly pushing you back so you can sit down on her bed. Once you land on her bed, she drops down to her knees to your height, still maintaining her lips with yours before pulling them away momentarily to strip you down.
Her hands first meet with the hem of your shirt, gently tugging it upwards to get it off. You bring your hands up as she fully discards you from your shirt and toss it to the ground. As she now works on getting your jeans off, you unhook your bra and slowly remove it before tossing it next to your shirt.
Abby looks up for a moment, only for her gaze to linger at the mere sight of your topless self. “My god…” she says in awe, moving both of her hands to your tits. “You look so beautiful…I can’t believe he gets to see this…gets to touch this…”
With her hands still cupping your tits, she leans in to kiss one of them, causing a moan to escape from your mouth. One of her hands moves back to the button of your jeans, and she instantly gets them undone with just a single hand. Her mouth is soon off of your nipple followed by her other hand, now hardened just from the contact of her lips and fingers. You were easily getting so turned on by her, and she knew it.
However, now that your jeans were gone and your underwear was shifted to the side, you couldn’t help but stop her once she was about to dive in between your legs. “W-Wait…” you said, gently pushing her head away from your soaked cunt.
Abby paused her movements immediately, pulling her head away and looking up at you. “What? What is it?” she asks with some slight concern in her voice.
You hesitate for a moment. You genuinely don’t know how you’re going to be able to confess this to her.
“You, um…you don’t have to do it, i-if you don’t want to—“
“But I want to,” she replied firmly, instantly cutting off the rest of your words. “Do you not want me to?”
You shake your head quickly in response. “N-No, I do, I really do, I just thought—“
“Thought what? What did you think?” she asks you, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
It didn’t take long for Abby to get the message. She knew why you were being so hesitant about this. To her, it felt like she was one step away from finally being able to not only taste you but to give you the pleasure that you deserved. But to you, you couldn’t help but simply feel like a burden to her, just like how it was with her son.
“Wait a minute…Has Andrew not been doing this to you?”
Your gaze drifts off to the side, and she takes your lack of eye contact as a yes to her question.
Each of her hands was on your knees, and you could feel her tighten her grip on them a bit, but not to the point where it would hurt you. And even though you were looking away from her, you could see her shake her head in disbelief from the corner of your eye.
“I can’t believe him…” she mutters to herself with a sigh. “He really is just like his father.”
The warmth of her hand makes contact with the side of your face, tilting it back forward to face her. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart…please let me make up for my son’s actions…let me give you the pleasure that you deserve. Will you let me do that? Please?”
You hesitate once again. The thought of having Abby give you even the slightest bit of pleasure felt overwhelming to you, but the fact that she was quite literally on her knees begging to do it to you turned you on even more. If anything, Abby was being more desperate than you were right now.
So you give in this time.
“Y-yes…” you whisper out quietly to her. “Go ahead…”
And with that, Abby’s hands meet together at the waistband of your underwear, fully pulling them down and off of your legs before spreading them even farther than before.
Her lips gently brush over your sensitive clit to kiss it, and the sudden contact causes you to involuntarily jerk back. You didn’t mean to do it, but it’s been so long since you’ve been touched before, that even the slightest touch on your pussy already makes you feel overstimulated.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Abby coos, gently squeezing your hips and bringing you closer to her face. “I’ve got you, just lie back and relax for me, sweetheart, okay? Nice and slow…”
You try your best to keep your cool right now, and even Abby tries to as well. It’s clearly taking everything in her to not just quickly dive into your pussy and devour you alive. But she knows how long it’s been for you. She knows that your body hasn’t been worshipped the way that it should be.
“God….you taste so good…sweetest little thing I’ve ever had…” she murmurs into your pussy, slowly increasing the speed of her fingers.
You couldn’t help but watch in awe at the sight of Abby right now. Andrew was never willing to even put his mouth near your pussy, while his mother here was on her knees eating you like a woman starved.
“Mmmh, g-go faster, please…” you quietly whine out to her, grinding your hips against both of her thick fingers that were inside you.
You didn’t need to say anything else for Abby to instantly obey your command. Her fingers began to pump in and out of your pussy even faster than before. They were going in so deep to the point where the tip of her middle finger easily tapped into your g spot, and you absolutely loved it.
Before you knew it, Abby’s fingers and mouth were going at an extremely rapid pace inside you, so fast to the point where you were gripping onto the edge of the bed to hold yourself down.
That feeling was quickly building up inside you now, you were going to cum at any moment. However, something about that feeling felt unusual to you. It was almost as if you needed to stop what she was doing to you.
So you do. You try to warn her, even grab at her wrist to slow down.
“A-Abby, wait—oh God—fuck!”
As much as you tried, you couldn’t warn her in time. Your body had already done its deed, your pussy uncontrollably squirting into her mouth and on her fingers as you reached your peak. The rest of your body felt limp, and your brain was feeling slightly fuzzy from your orgasm.
You felt Abby shift around in between your legs to stand back up, which led you to muster up the energy to sit up on the bed. Your eyes widen at the mess you’ve just created. Everything—Abby’s face, her clothes, her sheets, your legs—was all soaked with your release.
You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed by it, quickly closing up your legs and bringing your knees to your face. “A-Abby, I’m so sorry I—I didn’t mean to do that…I tried to—“
“Hey hey, it’s okay sweetheart…Don’t feel bad…” she murmurs out to you, gently caressing your face with one hand while bringing both of your knees back down with the other. “Did it feel good?”
You nod slowly as she looks back down at you. “Yes, it did…Better than—”
“Better than him, right?”
“Yeah. Better than him.”
A smile flashes on Abby’s face as she leans in to kiss your lips, letting you taste a bit of yourself in the process. “Then you shouldn’t be sorry, sweetheart,” she tells you as she pulls away. “Lie down on the back of the bed, princess. I'm not done with you just yet.”
You simply oblige, sitting yourself up and scooting to the back of her bed, lying your head down on top of her pillows that were stacked in front of the headboard. You watch as Abby wipes her face and licks her fingers clean before stripping herself out of her clothes. Just like last time, you couldn’t help but admire her broad, muscular figure. And it wasn't just her figure, it was just everything about her. Her bright blue eyes, her freckled skin, her luscious blond hair…You just felt so mesmerized by her. You felt an attraction to her that just couldn’t compete with Andrew at all.
Your eyes follow her movements as she leans down over her bottom bedside drawer and opens it for a moment before shaking her head and closing it. It didn’t take much for you to be able to see the strap she owned, alongside the few other toys she had in there.
The weight of the bed soon shifts down as she hovers herself over you. “Are you…are you not gonna fuck me?” you ask her quietly.
Abby nods her head as she adjusts the pillows on the back of your head to make you feel more comfortable. “I’m gonna fuck you, sweetheart, just not with those,” she says as she shifts back and begins to position herself in between your legs. “I'm gonna fuck you in a way that no man, not even my own son, could ever do with you. Would you like that, sweetheart?”
You nod quickly, eager to find out how she’s going to do this. However, you didn’t know what to do about it either. “Wait, but how do I—”
“You don’t have to do anything, okay princess? All you have to do is just look pretty for me while I do the work. Lie back and relax for me, just like before, yeah?”
You nod again, resting your upper body back on the bed as Abby continues to maneuver herself over you. She lifts up one of your legs and places it over her shoulder, and then brings her free hand down to her pussy and spreads her lips open with two of her fingers. You could easily see that she was just as wet as you were right now.
She then places her wet pussy on top of yours and you easily gasp at the newfound feeling of it. The way her lips molded perfectly against yours, along with how her arousal was practically dripping on top of your tight hole had you reeling.
“Oh fuck,” Abby mutters out, further pressing herself down on top of you. “Your pussy feels even better against me like this.”
Abby begins to grind her pussy against yours, causing you to moan over the friction. You understand that Abby wants to take her time with you right now, but God was she being so painfully slow with this. You were desperately craving for some more friction already, but you felt too shy to tell her. So you end up weakly grinding your hips instead.
“Whoa there,” Abby says, placing a hand on your hip to keep you steady. “Looks like someone’s eager for more…You want me to go faster, princess? Is that what you want?”
“Y-Yes, p-please Abby…g-go faster…” you whine out to her, continuing to grind against her pussy.
“Needy girl…” she mutters as she increases her pace. “Not even a minute with my pussy and she already wants more…I bet it feels better than any cock you’ve ever had, hm?”
All you could do at this point was babble and whine in response. The feeling of Abby’s wet cunt against yours was getting you easily drunk. You look down and watch Abby place a thumb on your hood, lifting it to expose your throbbing clit to her. She then placed her clit right on top of yours before grinding even faster than before.
The sudden overstimulation caused your eyes to flutter themselves shut and your head to tilt back in pleasure against the stack of pillows behind you. Your body soon starts to feel limp again and the familiar fuzziness in your brain soon returns again. At this point, Abby was practically using your pussy to get herself off. But as long as you kept feeling the delicious friction of her clit rubbing against yours, you didn’t mind at all.
Abby suddenly tightens her grip on your leg, leading you to open your eyes and look back at her. Her brows were furrowed in concentration with her gaze fixed on both pussies. You could hear her quietly whimpering to herself while the muscles in her abdomen were contracting and tensing up as she kept quickly grinding herself against your pussy.
At first, you couldn’t tell what she was trying to do with herself. But it didn’t take you too long to realize why her body was doing these things.
Abby was waiting for you to cum first.
You were at a loss for words at the moment. Andrew never cared about that. He would always be done the second he’d finish, meanwhile, Abby was sacrificing her own pleasure just to make you cum a second time.
“A-Are you close, sweetheart?” Abby moans out to you, keeping her hands firm against you as she continues to rub her pussy onto yours.
“Y-Yes, fuck—” you whimper back as you begin to quickly grind your hips against hers. “D-don't stop, Abby…m’so close…”
At this point, the noises that the two of you were making right now were borderline pornographic. Between your moans and whines with Abby’s grunts, along with the wet squelching sound of both of your pussies rubbing against one another, it's honestly surprising how you haven’t woken up the neighbors by now.
“Fuck, Abby—'m gonna cum, fuck!” you tell her as you grip the bedsheets while continuing to rub your clit with hers.
Within seconds, your pussy began to quickly clench around Abby’s while instantly cumming right on top of it. Once Abby felt that you were emptied out, she soon let her body relax before cumming onto your pussy as well with a broken moan.
Once the both of you have recovered from each other's climaxes, Abby presses a soft kiss to your ankle before gently getting your leg off of her shoulder and setting it back down.
Feeling drunk from your orgasm, you let your eyes flutter shut for a moment, hardly feeling the movements of Abby cleaning you up and tucking you into a fresh set of sheets. Your eyes open back up again once Abby has her arm wrapped around you from behind. “Abby, that was…that felt amazing..” you whisper out to her.
Abby lets out a chuckle before gently kissing the back of your shoulder. “I’m glad I could make up for it, sweetheart,” she whispers back to you.
You turn your head around for a moment to face her. “Are you sure I can spend the night here with you?” you ask her shyly.
Abby smiles at you, giving you a quick kiss on your lips before responding. “Of course you can, sweetheart…you know I told him not to come back,” she reassures you, gently caressing the side of your face with her hand. “You’re in good hands with me, I promise.”
You smile at her before turning back around and pressing yourself closer to her as she keeps you tightly wrapped in her embrace. The security that Abby was giving you right now was more than enough to make you instantly drift off to sleep, secretly wishing that the night that you’d spent with your boyfriend’s mother could now last a lifetime.
And little did you know, Abby was also wishing the same thing too.
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Hey, do you write for wandanat? If not that's totally fine but if you do I was wondering if maybe I could request one?
Maybe where Wanda and nat are already together and one night at an avengers party they spot reader and Wanda falls for them and so convinces Natasha to seduce and take reader home with them?
Hopefully with smut, and maybe with daddy nat and soft mommy Wanda?
Love your work soooo much, feel no pressure to write this❤️
One of a Kind 18+
*Authors note~ a) I wrote this exhausted so mistakes are mine sorry y’all. B) I know you guys are all excited for different things so I was struggling to choose what I should post, shamefully having an anxiety attack over not choosing the right fic. So to save the day my lovely girlfriend choose wandnat for tonight*
To requester, I'm sorry I took some artistic liberties here but I honestly couldn't help but write them as g!p I hope that's okay!!!
Trigger warnings~threesome smut seduction daddy and mommy kink g!p Wanda Nat fingering r receiving praise and degrading kinks choking semi public sex??
Prompt~ see ask^^^^
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Wanda and Tasha really didn't want to come to this party. No. But as per normal Tony wanted to throw a party and showed off his wealth and success. Wanda opting for a stunning emerald dress and Nat going for a form fitting suit. Wanda hid her cock so well that Nat often found herself being jealous. But she couldn't deny that her girlfriend is absolutely stunning in everything and nothing.
You'd been invited by Fury as a way to introduce you to the Avengers. You'd be set to join the team soon, but no one but Fury or Tony knew. Nat spotted you first, a simple Maroon skirt tucked into a beautiful black pencil skirt. Your legs on full display and a few buttons undone to give a tasteful view of your cleavage to the public. Alone at the bar is how the story starts, a rather cliche but important fact. That was where under an agreement between her and her wife Natasha swooped in on you.
You'd be lying if you said she wasn't sexy and very alluring but you still don't quite understand why she's here wasting time trying to get you in her bed. No one ever does that. It made you skeptical of her advances and actively ignoring the way her voice alone caused your cunt to become slick. The way her voice deepened as her eyes drank you in almost got you. Almost. But your past caught you first, you ended up lashing out at the woman.
"No one's ever really shown an interest in me. I'm not the prettiest or the smartest or the funniest girl around, I'm just average." You almost whispered but the woman could hear the sadness dripping through every word. "So this cruel joke of yours. Just stop it! Because I know no one would ever want me especially when they look like you do. So just stop" your voice broke on the last few words before you fled the scene. Really how could she do this to you? You thought she was a nice person, but to suggest this and not mean it was obviously going to hurt. After all who in their right mind would want an inexperienced virgin when they can have anyone in the whole world?
"Hey, you're beautiful, and I'd gladly take you home for my wife and me to enjoy for the night, you just have to trust we want you in the way we say" she murmured to you a gentle handed rubbing at your back in an attempt to soothe the confusing outburst. Yet both women were no strangers to being used and abused by other people. "You mean it?" You were really speaking more to yourself but when she replied with a Russian pet name that slipped off her tongue, you were a goner, "детка, we've been watching you all evening, no one in this room has caught our interest because we've been focused on you."
A simple nod had Nat leading you to the table to introduce you to her wife. By no surprise, her wife was just as beautiful as the red head. You immediately felt like you were unworthy of their attention. "I um should say I've never, um" you stumbled over your own admission but you could see you had both women's attention. "It's okay детка we will take this slow and at your pace, we truly want to get to know you дорогой" she whispered to you over the loud noise of the party. The other woman who you learned was the Scarlett Witch offered you to come sit closer to the women as you all conversed over small things really, but you were now completely at ease with them, exactly how they wanted you.
Your head warm and fuzzy, you felt an electric pulse of a slender hand trailing your thighs. It appeared you were more sensitive with the alcohol but soon enough you were spreading your legs for the brunette woman with a little help from her magic. From there you exposed your panty covered core to her curious fingers. The woman seemingly unaffected by her actions and holding a conversation with her wife about how much of an asset you'd be to the team. You almost got away with it, almost, but a little whimper escaped you as she accidentally bumped your aching clit.
"Wans" Nat warned, "you best not be playing with the хорошенькая шлюха without me" she growled the last two words. Truly how rude of you both not to wait for her, especially after her work to bring you to them. "I'm sorry Natty, I just couldn't wait anymore" the woman replied and removed her fingers from your core causing you to release a very disappointed whine. "сейчас, котенок, о тебе хорошо позаботятся" Nat purred before gracing you with a kiss to your neck before taking your hand to lead you away from the party, knowing that her wife will follow behind you.
As soon as you rounded the corner the Russian woman immediately slammed your back against the wall and attached her lips to yours with ease. The need was pouring into the kiss as the brunette woman watched in jealousy. She wanted to be the one kissing you, dragging all the pretty nosies she possibly could, but then again watching her wife touch you was doing unspeakable things to her nether region. "Tashsa" Wanda whimpered feeling the tent begin to show through her dress. "Come котенок, mommy is getting impatient and daddy can't wait to ruin your pretty untouched pussy" Natasha purred leading you to the bedroom once again. Only this time she never got side tracked.
Perhaps you'd had too much, but from there it's hazy, how did you end up absolutely bare for two of the most wanted and famous women in the world? And most importantly why the hell did they have throbbing cocks just desperate for you to take them. The women wanted to do this right, they showered you in love and praises. The made sure to touch and caress every inch of skin they could. And only when your ready did they introduce you to more. "котенок, sort out mommy's problem you caused" Nat demanded, encouraging you to bring your head to her shaft, with another quick check in and some guidance you were now choking on her cock as she forced it down your throat. "Oh fuck natty, this throat is perfect, fuck a good cock whore for me oh!"
With a few strokes to own dick she enjoyed the show, you are a fast learner by the looks of it and she was now struggling to contain herself and refrain from doing all the filthy things she desired to you. Wands sensing her wife's impatience slipped from your throat allowing you to breath as Natasha guided you into a new position. With you now on your hands and knees you were able to suck off wanda and give Nat access to your untouched cunt.
She took it slow, letting you adjust to her size, Wanda telepathically sharing the image of you with teary eyes, choking on her cock as you let Nat deflower you. But soon enough you began to rock backwards in a need for something, yet you didn't know what. "Oh there she is, our flight little girl, a dirty slut for us to use. Oh you've made mommy feel so good котенок she's ready to treat you for all your work, you'd love that huh? Mommy to fill your petty throat with cum?" Nat teased keeping her thrusts slow, "and fuck you're so fucking tight котенок, if mommy doesn't hurry up daddy will paint your pretty pussy white instead."
At the pure threat, Wanda was thrown over the edge into her own pools of bliss, breath heaving as all she could do is mewl yours and her wife's name. You greedily sucked every last drop from her shaft, surprising both women with the fact it was your first time. Only when she was sure she'd finished cumming did she slip from your front and encourage you to slip onto your back so Natasha could see your face. The new position only seemed to encourage the red head, especially with Wanda dropping her head to your breast and skilfully sucking and licking the hardened peaks. She even managed to roughly tweak her wife's right bud causing you both to cry out together.
The gasp you let out when Nat brought one hand from the bed to your throat was something both women wanted on a loop, experimenting with a bit of pressure they discovered a kink for you. "Oh Natty she liked your hand as her necklace. Oh darling is your head all fuzzy?" A broken confirmation left you as Natasha picked up an almost animalistic pace of pounding into you. And when your cries became to loud Wanda guided you to her breast, allowing you to suckle and nip her sensitive skin and effectively soothe you at the same time.
When Natasha came in long spurts of sticky white cum you honestly had no thoughts other than both the women. You lost count of how many times you'd been forced over the edge and just how long you'd been here, but now you didn't care. What a first experience to have. Oh but you weren't done, they immediately started to clean up and look after you, offering food water and cuddles. You wanted to talk, what could this mean? You'd slept with married women? Was it a fling? You hoped not. And Wanda heard all those thoughts and settled you into bed between the women with promises of talking about everything when your brain wasn't still in sub space. You'd be needing a clear mind to decide if you would join the relationship as a third party. But for now, you all slept.
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ellabehavior · 10 months
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Matilda ~ JJ Maybank ✯
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Summary: You’ve grown up not being able to show much affection because of your family, but JJ knows just how to heal your wounds.
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mention of abuse, a lil suggestive content
A/N: hope y’all enjoy! request r open!
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You've always been rather cautious about accepting hugs from people. Even as a young child, you might have hesitantly accepted a hug or just stood there not really knowing what to do. Likewise, expressing your love has always been difficult for you because it’s not something you would do very often inside your house hold.
Your parents never really said the words ‘I love you’. Sure, they’d sometimes give words of affirmation once in every blue moon, or they might hug you on special occasions but you never really got the feeling of true family love.
As a kid you would always watch family movies, or look at your friends parents and wonder ‘why are they so nice?’ or ‘how come they rarely argue?’
That is when you started realizing this behavior is not normal.
But once you and JJ started dating, things started to change; your displays of affection began to get stronger and more obvious.
He showed you how to love.
Your dreams, your kisses, your hearts, and your love for each other were all shared by the two of you.
You and JJ both know every last detail about one another. You were able to wipe away every tear that came from JJ's memories with kisses since you were aware of JJ's father and his early years. This may be why you two matched so well.
However, your family? You preferred not to bring it up. Naturally, your partner was aware of the awful ways in which your parents treated you, but you would never go into detail because doing so would trigger unpleasant memories.
That is until one sleepless night you couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Jay” you whispered through your tears trying to wake him up out of his sleep.
“Baby?” He rubbed his eyes and seen the tears pouring down your face “Baby no, come here.” He said with a pout and pulled you in.
“JJ I had a dream about my parents and it brought back everything, and my mom was telling me about how I didn’t deserve you and-”
JJ then placed a soft kiss on your lips to calm you down.
“Calm down baby, i’m right here for you. I’ll be here all night. It was just a dream, i’m forever yours I promise.” He says in a soothing voice while rubbing your back hoping it’ll calm you even a little bit.
Since your mother called you on the phone two days earlier, he was aware that something was wrong. You’ve have been so silent since that phone call, he was skeptical about what was said, but he decided to not push it unless you were ready to tell him.
After a few minutes of crying and back rubs you’ve finally chilled out enough to tell him what was going on.
“When my mother called me two days ago, I thought it would be good and we could just catch up. I thought she'd be happy of me for where I've gone in life, but all she did was yell and tell me how she wishes I were different. I've been having dreams ever since, and I can't handle it any more.” At the end of your sentence, your voice begins to tremble, indicating another sob.
JJ immediately notices this and pulls you in tighter.
“Baby, please don’t ever believe those words. I fell in love with you for who you are, your the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Everything about you is perfect to me, the way you giggle, the way you snore, and even when you upset me I can’t find a single flaw about you.” He says with his hands on both sides of your cheeks.
“I don’t deserve to be loved by someone like you.” you whisper
“Don’t even say that.” JJ says in a serious tone with tears starting to form in his eyes. “I wouldn’t even be able to think without you, much less live without you.”
The look in his eyes was very serious. You were his oxygen, he never wanted to hear something like that from you. Without you, he wouldn't be able to breathe.
JJ finally broke the built up tension and pressed your lips together. Minutes upon minutes of the need to be closer to eachother.
You depended the kiss and pushed JJ back so you were on top of him.
“Jay” you said staring into his eyes while unbuttoning his pants.
He softly pushed you off and buttoned his pants back up. “Not tonight baby, I want to show you my love in a different way.” he breathed out
“Okay.” you said while he laid down and pushed you against him.
That night all you guys did was share little pecks, talk about stupid things, and hold onto eachother tight.
This was it, this is what you’ve been searching for since you were 7. This is what your parents swore would never happen to you, This is true unconditional love.
“I love you J”
“I love you more.”
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‘I can't be who you
want me to be if who that is isn't who I am.
To love me is to accept me.’
- Baggage Reclaim
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j-u-u-z-o · 8 months
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“I Guess I’m Late for Practice?” (Atsumu x F. Reader) R-18+
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Warning ⚠️: fluff, R-18+, Eventual Smut to SMUT, Grammar.
AN: Hey y’all! I was thinking about writing this scenario after I wrote a small Drabble the other day. I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I wrote a scenario! 🥹❤️ Also, sorry for the wait! I was too lazy to edit it but now it’s ready!
Anyway, please read the warning! Some people are so blind istg. I hope you enjoy! Please like/reblog or comment! it would be greatly appreciated. ❤️
Synopsis: Timeskip! Atsumu has volleyball practice today and his gf (reader) tags along with him because they want to spend time with him before he leaves for the next MSBY tour. So what happens next?
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He’s late.
It’s currently 5:15pm and it’s dark outside.
The sounds of the window wipers wiping away the rain from the windshield and the heavy droplets of rain falling on the roof of the moving silver sedan is sounds depressing. “Ugh. Why does it have ta’ rain all day today.” Atsumu grunted. He was driving to practice after he picked you up from campus. You’re sitting next to him in the car because you chose to tag along for a bit. “Hm. Maybe because you’re leaving me in the next few days.” You looked out the window on your side. You didn’t want him to see you pouting.
A chuckle was heard next to you. Atsumu placed his big hand on your thigh as the other steered the wheel. “Ya don’t have to say that, baby. Ya sound like I’m leaving ya’ tomorrow morning.” He caressed it with his fingers and kept it there. You hummed and placed your hand on top of his and rubbed your thumb across his knuckles.
“It’s only for… a few months.” He said but his tone was not as bright he thought it’d be. He feels the same way you’re feeling. But he to has practice today and so on - with his team before they go on their next tour in three different countries: Argentina, Brazil and then back to their country, Tokyo.
Your hand lifted his own from your thigh and interlaced it with yours. “I know, Tsumu.” You sighed.
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“Alright. We’re here.” Atsumu pulled up to a parking lot and saw a few of his teammates cars in there. “Great, is there any space for me?” He pouted as he searched for a parking spot.
“You didn’t have ta’ come with me, babe.” He said as he looked around. “You had a long day of classes today and you have a project too. Plus, I don’t want you to catch a cold.”
“I know…” you gripped his hand, gently. “But I have time to stay and…I want to watch you play.” You spoke. Atsumu turned his head to you. He lifted your hand with his and kissed it. “I love ya, babe.” He smiled. Moments passed and he finally found a spot next to Bokuto’s black suv. “Let’s go, babe.” The sounds of the heavy rainfall were so strong that you almost thought about staying in the car. However, your thought process was interrupted when he leaned over to give you a quick kiss before the two of you got out of the car.
“Wait by the door, y/n!” He quickly opened the trunk to get his duffle bag. Atsumu didn’t want you to get wet from the rain so he gave you his extra hoodie he found from the back seat. You nodded and quickly ran to the shade. You watched your boyfriend who’s wearing his black sweatsuit, grab his duffle bag, hang it over his shoulder and run to where you stood.
You giggled. “What’s so funny?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and opened the door. “Nothing, Tsumu.” He poked your check.
Inside, you can hear sneakers squeaking on the floor, running, the sounds of the volleyball bouncing around the gymnasium. Even the shouting of the team members.
“Alright!”
“Next ball!”
“Left, Kiyoomi!”
“Nice catch, Hinata!”
The familiar voices of his teammates ringing in your ears sounded like they were in an actual game. Atsumu opened the gymnasium’s door and called out, “Oiiii!” and waved. The members looked around and saw Atsumu. You slowly peeked out and smiled at them. “Oiiiii~ Oh! Y/n-chan!” Hinata and Bokuto shouted. The other members greeted the two of you.
They were in their second round of the game. “Hey.” You said softly as if they could hear you. “They can’t hear ya, babe.” Atsumu chuckled. So you waved instead. They waved back. Atsumu then pointed his thumb back towards the gym’s locker room and they nodded. “Be back soon!” Atsumu turned and held your hand as he walked to the “men’s” locker room.
“I’ll sit and wait for you in the gym-“ you reminded him - there could be other people from different teams in the locker room. “It’s just us on the roster today, babe.” Atsumu wrapped an arm around you and opened the door to the locker room. You walked in and noticed that it is very quiet. “See? No one.” He took you all the way to the back of the locker room where his team occupies.
You unzipped the hoodie that you were wearing and hanged it up on a rack. Astumu did the the same; now topless and he opened his locker. You sat down on the bench. He hummed a tune as you opened his duffle bag and took out his volleyball uniform. Your eyes lowered and you tuck in your lips. Number 13. Suddenly a wave of sadness hits you. You really don’t want him to leave you alone for the next few months. You want him to stay with you.
“Babe?” Atsumu noticed how quiet you are and turned his head to see you sad. “Baaabe.” He dragged out, sadly. His hands are on either side of your cheeks and he lifted your head up, gently. “Ya don’t have ta’ cry.” You sniffed and sniffed. You looked anywhere besides him to not get too teary eyed. “Y/n. Look at me.” you looked at him. “I’m not going anywhere soon. I leave in about two weeks.” He said lowly. “I know…but - ” you tried to tell him but your throat started to hurt. He kissed your lips, softly.
“C’mere.” He sat down on the bench and made you straddle him. Both of your legs on either side of his thighs. He held you close to his bare chest. “Y/n. I love you.” He grinned and you kept sniffing. “I love youuuuuu.” He said playfully and nibbled your neck.” You giggled. “I’m not a baby, Tsumu.” You smiled softly as you combed his hair with your fingers. “I know you’re aren’t, baby.” He lifted his head to look at you and wiped your tears.
Your dried tears on your cheeks; your beautiful eyes and smile warmed his heart. Your lips met his once more and you felt the deep desire to kiss him deeply.
Atsumu moaned deeply. His lips enveloped yours easily and smoothly. Your kisses echoed in the room. Just the two of you. You moaned when he pulled up your shirt that was tucked in your uniform skirt and his warm hands stroked your waist from underneath. Your breath hitched in between kisses as you felt his fingertips slowly caress your form. “Ah…” you moaned. He broke the kiss and went down to leave open mouthed kisses on your neck. You gasped when you felt his kisses on that one spot that always makes your pulse flutter. Atsumu chuckled.
You bit your bottom lip and grounded your hips to feel his clothed member under his black shorts. you grinded on him, slowly. Your covered nub seeking relief from how much affection he’s giving you right now. Atsumu groaned and held you tighter as he felt your warmth above his member. He stopped leaving kisses and hid his face in your neck - to focus on the feeling. You rolled your hips up and down to feel some relief. Atsumu helps you by moving his hands down under your uniform skirt - gripped your ass and pulled you closer to him.
“Ah!” You shivered when you felt his member poke your covered nub. Your legs are spread out above his and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you bucked against him. You can hear Atsumu exhale a satisfied groan. “Tsumu.” You whispered. He looked up at you - his brown eyes darkened with lust. His attention is only on you. Not saying a word, he leaned forward to meet your lips but you pushed him down on his back on the bench.
Feeling hot and needy - your breathes proving it. Atsumu watched you from below - straddling yourself better on his well built form - putting both of your hands on his chest. He held your waist as you began grinding on him. He closed his eyes and moaned. You breathes echos in the locker room. You felt how hard his member was getting every second as you watched him bite his lips - relishing your warm weight on his member.
Atsumu spread his legs wider to feel your warmth and began bucking his hips up to your warmth. “T-tsu..mu!” The bouncing of your body above his interrupted your call that you leaned forward and placed your hands above his head on the bench, for a better balance. You can feel his hardened girth even more each time you landed on it. “Mmm…oh yeah.” He moaned and bucked a little faster. The bench creaked a little due to his pace that you tried to tip-toe on the floor to reduce the sounds coming from the it, but to no avail.
He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you down to kiss him. his other hand laid on your lower back to keep you above him, closely. He hissed when his tip bumped against your clothed entrance. “Fuck.” He groaned. Held held your form tightly - you’re not going anywhere - his strength is unmatched. “Tsu…mu” you breathed into his mouth. You felt the tip trying to get through your panty and into your entrance.
He clicked his tongue. He rolled his hips up. He doesn’t like the teasing. you looked at how needy he’s being that you raised your upper body and rolled your hips, too. “Yeah. Like that, baby.” His hands rose up to your clothed chest and groped them. You pulled up your shirt along with your bra. A light chuckle was heard from him and he groped them. You twitched when his thumbs brushed your nipples, softly. Each time he did that, you rolled your hips on his member. “Shit, baby.” He rose up and you leaned close to him. He licked your nipple, slowly. Swirling it with the tip of his tongue. You head fell back and you stared at the ceiling.
Atsumu held you by your waist to keep you from moving away. He knows how sensitive you are. His tongue swirled around it more, lovingly. It felt too good. Your shirt is getting wrinkled as your hands tried to hold it up. He looked up at you as he’s licked it and then wrapped his mouth around it. “Ugh…Tsumu.” You push your chest closer to his face as he sucked it and then whimpered when his finger tips traces your form, feathery. he then flicked your nipples, slowly. “Mmm…” he groaned.
Your breathless moans filled his ears that he pulled your hips close to his - encouraging you to ride him again. You submitted as your fingertips caressed his undercut and the other still holding your shirt up. Soon after, atsumu removed your top and whispered, “pull it the side, baby?” He looked at you, pleadingly. You looked at him, surprised. “Eh?” You said breathlessly. He leaves kisses on your neck - waiting for your answer. Breathless and flustered, you looked up at the ceiling to think about this risky move.
Atsumu kissed up to your jaw while he was still waiting for your answer until you stopped him. “But your training…” you whispered, sounding concerned. “just the tip.” He whispered back and you nodded. He kissed you, softly.
Lips wrapped around each other’s, gently. You pulled out his member and stroked it, slowly. Atsumu moaned and went back to kissing your neck. “Oh yeah…” he breathed out on your neck in between kisses. He hissed when you were rubbing the now wet tip with your thumb. His groans made you become more impatient for what’s to come.
You like how satisfied he looks - his head tilted, watching you stroke his length they way he likes you to. Atsumu moaned while he caressed your waist with his fingertips and the other hand on your thigh. “Okay, your turn now, baby.” You placed your hands on his shoulders and looked down in between. He smiled softly as his fingertips pushed your panty to the side. His breath hitched when he felt your arousal rub off on his fingers after he pulled the material away from your heat. “Shit, baby.” He rubbed his fingertips and dipped his fingers in between your folds.
“Wow.” He heard the squelching sounds as he rubbed your nub in circles. You squirmed and moaned when he dipped the tip of his middle finger into your entrance. “Ya so wet for me, baby.” He smirked. You pushed him down on his back. Atsumu watched as you took his length and rolled your hips in circles, on the tip. “Ahh.” You moaned as you stroked your sensitive numb around it. Soon after, you lowered your self on his length that atsumu eyes and mouth widened. “Fuuuck.” You softly smiled down at his reaction.
Up and down, just on the tip. Atsumu caressed the back of your thighs as you so. “Oh baby…”. His deep moans made you throb. You couldn’t help yourself so you took in his entire length and seated yourself. “Oh!” The room echoed. You giggled at your boyfriend’s surprised response - as if he just saw an angel. “You little minx.” He laughed and held your hips.
The wet sounds echoed between the two of you in the locker room.
“Oh yeah…ugh.” You moaned out as you bounced off his length, the wet sounds coming from your arousal, slapping his pelvis. Atsumu took your hands and interlaced them with his. From below, you look like a goddess. Your body jolting from his strokes as your tits bounced in front of his face. “That’s it baby. Use me to cum.” Atsumu’s deep thrusts met each time you came down on him. Rough and steady. The veins on his length stroking your plush walls while it rubbed against your nub.
His throaty moans filled your ears when you clenched his length. You leaned forward - your nipples rubbing against his chest and your lips met his. “Mmm.” He pushed his feet in - sneakers squeaked on the floor as used the opportunity to grab your ass and push it down and buck up into your heat, swiftly. “O-oh…atsu-“ you breathed out into his mouth, uncontrollably. His warm breathes hitching into yours. The wet sounds made him go deeper; the bench below the two of you kept rattling. “You feel so good, baby.” He smiled, lovingly.
“Y-you make me feel so good, Tsumu.” He chuckled and abruptly raised his form. You yelped and held on to his shoulders. A chuckle came from him again , “I can make you feel even more better, baby.” Atsumu got up walked to the wall. “I’m a pro. Remember?” You giggled at his smug face. Your back met the cold wall and your legs were under his grip. “This is better.” He rolled his hips up slowly - his length massaging your walls while his pelvis rubbed against your nub. “Ah…” you breathed out. He kept rolling it up, over and over that you were to fall apart. His girth hitting that spot inside of you. You started to feel putty in his hands.
His slow pace felt so good. You gently grabbed his face and kissed him, passionately. “You like that,baby?” He broke the kiss and You nodded. “I know you do.” He grinned and Your lips smacked against his again, with so much love and affection. In between the hot kisses and slow pace, you felt your walls start to pulsate. Atsumu felt it and started began bucking, feverishly. “Ohhh…yeah right there, angel.” Your arousal slapping against his pelvis and your whimpers made his body press closer to yours. You’re both breathing into each other’s faces.
“Oh…my Tsumu…” you whined. you were getting closer to your climax. His deep thrusts stroked your plush walls as pelvis slapped your swollen nub. You lost feeling of your muscles. Your leg, in fact. Dangling in the air. You kept whimpering - your walls and your nub throbbing, all at once. “Almost there. We’re almost there, baby.” He can feel how tight your walls are squeezing him - his climax is reaching for release. “Ah!” body is getting crushed by his and the wall behind you - you couldn’t move. His pelvis kept slamming against your nub - you trembled until you finally released. “Ugh!” Atsumu thrusted once more and froze. His chest heaved against yours.
You both stayed still. You whimpered - your walls still throbbing on his length. You looked at your boyfriend, flushed out. You smiled and you wiped the sweat from his forehead. Atsumu grinned. “I swear ya make me go nuts.” You giggled and kissed him, softly. “Mmm.” He moaned as he rolled his hips into your warmth. You squirmed. Still feeling the after shocks a bit as you rolled nub against his pelvis, to ride the last sparks of your orgasm.
He sighed. “I love you, y/n.” He reluctantly pulled his length out. You winced at the emptiness. He gently put your legs down but you almost fell down since you couldn’t feel your legs after being held up for a while. So he helped you sit down for a bit.
“Well! Time for practice!” He shouted randomly after a while - he helped clean the two of you up with an extra sweat towel and fixed yourselves.
With his arm wrapped around your waist, he kissed your lips once more, softly. You hummed, lovingly. You both walked to the door to the gymnasium from the inside of the locker room. “I’ll call you when I get to my friends place, Tsumu.” He opened the door, “I can drop ya off, babe.” You shook your head, “I have to go start my project. I’ll pick you up.” smiled. “Hm. Okay~.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
He watched you walk to the front door of the building and turned his head to his teammates. Looking at him in disbelief.
“What?”
“Oi Oi Oiiii!!! We’re practicing and you just have to make it obvious , huh?!” Bokuto crossed his arms.
“Hm? No…I didn’t?” Atsumu said with his signature smug face.
“Liar.” Sakusa said in disgust.
“Ohhhhh????” Hinata’s eyes widened.
“I’m serious, guys!” He chuckled and put his hands up to “surrender” but quickly moved it down when a volleyball was aimed at his crotch. “Oi!”
*blinks* “Ohhhh…” Atsumu froze.
He still has a boner.
“I can’t believe this…Hurry up and start stretching, you Idiot!” Inumaki demanded. “We better not lose because of you and THAT!”
“Mad coz ya didn’t get sum.” Astumu mumbled and suddenly screamed as more balls were thrown at him.
🤍 Tags: @darthferbert @idiotlittleme
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ourautumn86 · 11 months
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scary love
abby anderson x fem! reader
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synopsis; love is scary. and you try to run away. but abby is there when you come back, ready to hunt you down.
cw; 18+ content, minors dni! mentions of death, fighting, wounds, blood, stitches, consumption of alcohol and drugs (weed), jealousy, possessiveness, hickeys, arguing, weapons, reader is older than abby for 7 years (she took her in after the hospital), abby being a brat and reader not having it, masturbation (abby), cursing, hair pulling, kinda enemies to lovers (their relationships is difficult), teasing, praising, fingering (r receiving), hair pulling, heavy make out, tit play, tit sucking, oral sex (r receiving), scissoring, multiple orgasms…
REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3
REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!
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you and abby had a hard time…, being nice to each other.
it was always bickering in between the two of you, screaming, fighting…
you were her mentor. or at least her boss. she was younger than you. 7 years to be exact.
you thought it would be easy. they had asked you to train a kid. keep her under control. but she was a fucking nightmare. you knew this world was hard. but abby was a 14 year old girl when she lost her only family. her father. and she was ready to break everything. destroy everything. that year was surely the worse. or so you thought. ‘cause it only got harder.
at 17 she was sneaking out of your apartment late at night. you made her believe that you didn’t know, until one night she returned fucking wasted and made a little bit too much noise.
“seriously, abby?” you inquired her, and she scoffed.
“what?”
“what?! we have a mission in two hours and you are fucking wasted.” she rolled her eyes and that’s when you saw it. “are you high?!” you couldn’t believe it. even less the hickeys decorating her neck. “jesus christ.” she pushed you away when you tried to take a look at them.
“what. jealous your little boyfriend doesn’t fuck you enough?” she sarcastically smirked and your cheeks blushed red in anger.
“the fuck did you just said?” you inquired, stepping closer, your blood boiling.
“always a fucking mood killer. poor stuck up just needs a good fuck, but her boyfriend can’t even make her cum, isn’t that right?” next thing you knew? your knuckles were burning up, and you had punched her, breaking her lip and painting her skin in red. droplets of her blood fell onto the floor, and you were breathing heavy.
“don’t you dare show up for the mission.” you said before leaving, taking your bag with you. you were out for 2 days.
and abby had to sit quiet and nice through the night you came back inside her room, trying to ignore the moans coming from your own, the grunts and the sound of skin against skin. it seemed to be that you had broken up with your boyfriend and had followed her advise to get a good fuck. and it seemed like you did, ‘cause your screams only got louder through the hours. by the time you had kicked the guy out, she had run out of weed, and she had drank half a bottle of whiskey all by herself.
she just wished it could be her.
at 18, she wouldn’t stop snapping at you. it was like walking on eggshells every time you’d go around her. one wrong move and you two would be sent overdrive.
“you are out.” you said, and she scoffed, cleaning the blood out of her knuckles.
“out?”
“i don’t know what the fuck is your problem. but i don’t want you beating someone up just because you feel like it.”
“ ‘feel like it’? you heard what he said. he was the one that started it.” she got up from her seat, stepping closer. she had a bruise on her cheek, and a cut on her eyebrow.
“i don’t want to see you at the training ring until monday.” you said, and her jaw clenched.
“what if i don’t want to?” her breath was hitting your skin, and her hand was now planted next to your face against the wall you were leaning in. you squinted your eyes.
“you wanna find out?” you inquired, nice and low. there were no emotions showing on your face. you were serious. and abby knew. abby knew she shouldn’t. but she wanted.
her blue eyes trailed around your face, falling onto your lips. she needed it.
“you gonna show me?” the tension between the two of you was about to explode, your bodies were ready to swing, and your blood was pumping louder in adrenaline. rage was pooling on your stomach, and in a short breath, you gave her one last chance.
“know your fucking place.” you advised, word by word.
she took a deep breath in. and after seconds that felt a little bit too long, stepped back, locking herself in her room.
she waited, just long enough to hear you getting out your apartment to pull down her jeans and underwear, slick connecting the last pair to her throbbing cunt. she groaned when her fingers found her clit, and later on pushed inside her wet warm walls.
“fuck.”
and she knew she shouldn’t. but she imagined what would have happened if she had taken the chance and jumped. ‘cause she knew were her place was. and it was in between your legs.
today, at her 20 years old, it was no different.
“and i said i could do it. alone!” she said, and you rolled your eyes as you limped towards a chair, grabbing your oozing side. it was just a scratch.
“oh yeah? as if you didn’t almost die out there!“ you scoffed. “fuck off, abby. you’re giving me a migraine.” you said, taking out your backpack some gauze and alcohol. maybe you’d need a couple of stitches.
a group of bandits had attacked your group on one of the routes you used to get some food, and you’d gotten injured by one of them when you’d had to step in to cover her back. you had taken that dagger straight to the gut for her. and she was just acting as always… as a fucking cunt.
she gritted her teeth and threw her backpack to the floor. she was bathed in blood, and her blonde hair was sticking to her sweaty skin.
“stop fucking doing that!” she screamed, and you looked at her with a pissed off face.
“what.”
“treating me as if i were a fucking child! i’m 20 years old. i know how to protect myself. i know how to fight! i don’t need you to protect me!” you scoffed and got up, a groan falling from your lips as you harshly grabbed her hand. “what-?” you looked her straight in the eyes as you pressed her hand against your stomach, only this time, you’d handed her a knife.
“you want me to stop treating you like a child?” you inquired, defiance in your voice. she might be taller, and had more muscle than you, but you were older, and stronger than her. “then kill me.” you said. “show me that you don’t need me anymore. that you can survive without me. and then i will stop treating you like a kid.” you whispered mere inches away from her face, tugging on her wrist to make the blade dig just the slightest into your skin. she looked at you. “do it!” you spat, but she just…couldn’t.
you pushed her away, and took the knife from her, harshly digging it into the wooden table by your side.
“you’re weak.” you said, and her jaw clenched, her hands fisted. “and you know what happens to weak people, abby?” you looked at her, and her blue eyes, and her soft white skin, and her blonde braided hair… “they die.”
she took a sharp inhale.
“i’m not weak.” she said.
“oh, but you are… you couldn’t kill me when i asked you to. you had a knife, and i was wounded and giving you, as you boss, an order and you didn’t follow it!” you screamed, and her chest took in a deep breath. “you’d be dead if it had been another person but me!”
“it won’t happen again.” she said.
“yes it will. like it always does. ‘cause you never follow my orders!”
“no. it won’t!“
“oh yeah? and why is that, hm?”
“because they are not you!” she yelled, and your eyes shot open at her words. “i can’t kill you because you’re you. i will kill anyone but you.”
she was stepping closer, and you looked at her.
“and if that makes me weak… if being weak means wanting to protect you. then i guess i am weak.”
she was awkward, but sincere, she looked flushed, cheeks reddish, body shifting non-stop. she was nervous. but fuck. that wasn’t her heart beating. the quickened heartbeat that you were hearing was your own.
“abby.” you cut her off, stepping backwards. away from her.
“no.” she said. “i’m not finished.” she said, and took another step closer, slowly caging you against the table. oh shit. was she always this tall? was she always this intimidating?
“but you’re. i don’t wanna hear it.” you said, and tried to leave her side, but she caught your wrist.
“you don’t wanna hear what exactly? the fact that i’m unable to kill you? or the fact that i can’t because i love you?” you breath hitched, and your heart stopped. your body froze. your mind was screaming. no. nononononono….
“leave.” the words that left your lips cracked her chest open. your touch was leaving her as you tugged from your hand, your back facing her.
“what?” she muttered, begging to have heard wrong. her heart was about to shatter.
“leave.” you repeated, this time harsher. you weren’t looking at her. you couldn’t look at her.
“but y/n…” she tried and touch you again, to get you to look at her. anything.
“i said. leave.” you said one last time, and you fisted your hands to hide their shaking.
she stepped backwards, looking at you, at your messy hair, at the roughness of your eyes —trying to hide something she wouldn’t, shouldn’t know—, at your tense shoulders… it was like a wall. and she couldn’t hit the brakes.
you didn’t know how much it took. how much she stood there, silently begging for you to not leave. to not push her out of your life, before she went out your door and left you there, alone.
you fell back onto the chair. and took the needle to stitch yourself up. it were the worst stitches you had ever done, cause your hand was shaking too much, and you were sure they’d probably leave a nasty scar, a mark that would never go away. it will stain you forever. just like abby had. just like she always will.
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days went by in which you had gone away out borders to find some new food and supplies. the first ever mission that you had went through without abby. in years.
suddenly having you gone was leaving her exposed. exposed to feelings she didn’t wanna feel.
“fuck off owen. i’m not in the mood for your bullshit.” she spat when he saw his friend take a seat beside her. she was bouncing her leg up and down like crazy, and her whole body seemed tense. she had trained. she had broken her knuckles beating up a punching bag. drowned two glasses of whiskey. she had even went out for a goddamn walk to try and calm down. relax. nothing had helped. nothing helps. she was going overdrive. just like she had all those years ago before she had met you, before you had cleaned the blood out of her hands. it was as if… no. she knew you were the only thing that could make her breathe. and you were not there. and she was frustratedly. ‘cause fuck. she had told you she loved you and you had kicked her out and ran.
she had fucked up. that seemed to be the only thing she knew how to do when she was around you.
“woah. chill abs. just wanted to check on you. you’re not looking okay.” he was worried. she couldn’t care enough in that moment.
“maybe that’s because i’m not fucking okay.” she said, and owen simply took a deep breath.
“what happened?” he already knew. he already seemed to know what was the reason why she was feeling that way. you.
“i told her i love her.” owen’s eyes widened. woah. this was… unexpected. sure. owen knew that abby liked you. she had for years. but he never expected that the day she’d tell you would come so soon. “she kicked me out and left me behind the next morning.” she sighed and owen looked at her. “and now i feel like i’m going insane. she’s all i have. she was the only one there for me when my father…” she sat up. “i need her owen. and every second that i spend away from her i feel like dying.” she sighed, and left her seat, pacing around unable to sit still.
owen was silently listening. abby never opened up. to anyone. not even you about how she truly felt sometimes. how she felt about you. so this was something new. something owen was grateful to see.
“is this… is this love or am i going mad?” she let out a sarcastic laughter.
“aren’t they the same thing?” he muttered, looking at her and abby groaned.
“i can’t breathe.” she was freaking out. “i can’t think.” “everything is her. i’m terrified.” owen smiled at her and got up to face her.
“you should be. have you seen y/n?” that made abby chuckle, rolling her eyes at the teasing. “but abby… it’s okay to be scared. love scares people. and you love her.”
“yeah…” she sighed. “i do.”
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next time she saw you was when you came back to your apartment. it was really late. so late that it was completely pitch black outside doors.
“what are you doing here?” you inquired as you closed the door behind your back, throwing your backpack onto the floor.
she was sitting on a chair, cleaning a gun on your table, legs spread and wide tilted towards the door.
“waiting for you to come back after having left me fucking behind.” she simply answered, and her arms crossed over her chest, muscles showing.
you scoffed. “sorry. i didn’t know you had to come with me everywhere.” you sarcastically said and she sighed.
“are you pushing me aside because of what i said?” she inquired, and you stiffened.
“abby-“
“because i said that i love you?” she sat up, and stepped closer.
“stop.” you ordered, and she only got closer.
“no. you left me behind. you left me here.” she said, stepping closer to you. “and for days i couldn’t think. i couldn’t breathe without thinking about you, couldn’t sleep without dreaming about you. i can’t stop, because i love you, and i’ve loved you for years.”
“you can’t.” you said, stepping backwards to try and scape from her. it was like for the first time in your life you didn’t have the control. that you were the prey instead of the hunter. “you can’t love me.” you said. “you can’t…” you whispered, looking into her eyes. “ ‘cause if you love me… then i could lose you. and i can’t lose you. anyone but you…” she looked at you, and in a quick flex of her arms she had pinned you to the wall. you only could let out a surprise gasp before she was kissing you, groaning against your mouth, one of her legs being pushed in between your legs.
“tell me to stop. tell me that you don’t feel the way i do.” she muttered against your lips, and you moaned, roughly tugging from her hair to pull her closer. her hands gripped your hips, so hard you were sure it would leave marks, but you couldn’t care. she tugged from your thighs so your legs could surround her waist, crushing you against the wall.
“shit, abby.” you moaned, grip tightening when she sucked on your neck, leaving marks.
“i love you so fucking much, fuck, been dreaming about this since i was fucking sixteen.” she grunted, and you whimpered. she was quick to carry you to bed, kissing you needly and hurriedly pushing your shirt over your head, leaving your chest exposed to her hungry eyes. “so perfect…” your back arched when her big hands harshly cupped your tits, playing with your nipples before sucking your left into her mouth. her now free hand pushed inside your pants and into your underwear. “you’re soaked.” she smirked, and you groaned.
“shut the fuck up.” you said before pulling from her to kiss her again and pulling at her shirt, leaving her in a white sports bra. her toned arms, shoulders and stomach were now in full display, and you couldn’t help but stare. you moaned when her middle finger slid in, her other hand exasperatedly trying to rid you of your pants and underwear. you had to help her before she’d rip them, whimpering when she suddenly thrusted with her finger deeper, hitting a spot that made you clench. “abby!” you screamed her name when you felt her tongue against your clit, her lips sucking on it as she groaned, her free arm surrounding your thigh to pull you closer and flush against her face.
“so fucking sweet… been wanting to eat your pussy for years.” you cheeks burned at her words. so dirty and blunt. it made you squirm. “listen to her. so ready for me and my fingers. poor thing… she’s sucking me right in.” she cooed and you whimpered, making her smirk. her finger left you to make place for her tongue, who fucked you with large deep strokes that left you shaking under her hands. she kept you pinned against the bed, devouring you like a woman starved and making you cry out her name as you pulled from her hair. shit. she looked so fucking pretty in between your legs…
your thighs trembled when this time, two of her large and thick finger pushed inside, making you moan at the stretch. her lips latched to your clit as she started to harshly fuck them into you, curling them to hit your g spot and make you cry. your breath hitched, and you felt your orgasm bubbling on your stomach with every new thrust. “abby, i’m gonna cum…” you whined, and she only sped up her movements, sucking harder, curling her fingers quicker. “abby, fuck!” you screamed as you came, your cum coating her fingers as she fucked you through it. you whimpered when her tongue lapped at every little bit that you gave her, sucking her fingers clean to fuck the last drops of your cum out of your cunt with her tongue.
you laid there, hearing the wet sounds that her tongue made against your pussy, the hum that she let out at your taste.
she left a little peck on your clit before pulling away, licking her lips, which were shining with your juices —along with her chin—.
you looked at her from below, stared at the patch of hair that covered her mound when she got rid of her own pants and underwear, stared at her beautiful breasts when she took off her sports bra… she was completely exposed for you. and you only could tug her closer to kiss her. pushing you tongue inside her mouth to taste yourself off of her lips. she moaned, and pulled from your hips to push one of her thighs over your leg to grind her pussy down on yours. you two let out a groan at the first contact. slick against slick, clit brushing against clit. it sent shivers down your spine.
“fuck. you feel so good…” she grunted, thrusting against your cunt and making you whimper.
“abby don’t stop…” you begged, and she thrusted again.
“never. fuck. you’re mine now. fucking mine.” you moaned, nodding, begging her to go harder. and she did. you two humped each others pussies in need, kissing, cursing, moaning… the room was filled with the wet squelches of your slicks. your clit was throbbing with the overstimulation, but it hurt so good it was making you go insane. watching abby fuck you, groan and pant was making your head feel dizzy. you whimpered and your back arched when she rubbed your clits together, pushing against the edge of another orgasm. you could feel it creeping up your spine, ready to take over your body. “aw, you gonna cum baby? you gonna give me another one?”
baby, baby, baby, baby….
“yes, fuck, abby, please…” you begged, pulling her closer, harder against you until your eyes were rolling to the back of your head and you were screaming as you came all over her cunt. she groaned, thrusting one, two, three more times against you before coming with a grunt, the feeling of your arousal together making her head feel fuzzy.
she held you against her chest as she laid beside you, one of her hands rubbing circles on the naked skin of your hips.
“abby?” you muttered, and she looked at you.
“what is it?”
“i love you too.” you said, and she smiled, her heart jumping inside her chest, hugging you harder, her lips pressing against your forehead. you looked beautiful. and finally, you were completely hers.
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a/n; kinda love this one
abby anderson masterlist! <3
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puppy love ⌦ .。.:*♡
mingyu x reader x scoups? (Still figuring it out LOL)
pt. 2
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summary: first year of college, you literally knew no one and you planned for it to stay that way but damn were you wrong
notes: part 2!!! I hope y’all like this, I read back on pt 1 and realized I made some grammar errors and it was lowkey just ass in general…So I hope part 2 is a lot more enjoyable as I put a little more thought into it ! 💕
genre: seventeen college au, love triangle between scoups and Mingyu, Mingyu being on a football team, financial major scoups, angst??, fluff, cute friend ships, Hoshi, Joshua, Seungkwan, Minghao, and Wonwoo r your besties, Also besties with Yunjin (Le Sserafim) and Minnie (G-IDLE), other seventeen members are mentioned?? Childhood friends, cursing, drinking
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"its been awhile" the man chuckles. Choi Seungcheol. You're first every friend. You had met him on the first day of 2nd grade and had stayed friends till middle school until he moved away. You tried looking up his name on insta but nothing every came up, So you just gave up in finding him. "This is crazy" you let out an airy laugh "its been like what, 10 years?" Seungcheol asks, taking a seat next to you "Yea maybe" you felt awkward but so relieved at the same time, it really was nice seeing him after so long "sooo how do you to know each other again? Soonyoung ask "Childhood friends" Seungcheol responds, taking a bite from one of appetizers that were brought up "Wahh~ what a coincidence" Seungkwan says in awe and you both nod "Are you folks ready to order?" the waitress comes around "Yeah I think so?" Wonwoo tells the waiter.
Everyone's food had arrived and we were all eating peacfully, talking about school drama and whatever. But you were defiantly talking to Seungcheol the most, I mean how couldn't you? You had just met your childhood best friend after 10 years. Your phone lights up on your lap and you see a text message from Joshua "Don't you think Mingyu's been awfully quiet" read the text from Joshua. You shot your head up from your phone to look up at Mingyu, who was across from you. He was in fact a lot quieter than he normally is and he even looked a little pissed? You look over at Joshua and he simply gives you a shrug "He looks mad, right?" you whisper to Joshua "He does..." Joshua whispers back. "Can i get these plates out of your way?" the waiter asks and Soonyoung and Wonwoo help collect the plates to hand them over to the waiter "I'll be back with the bill" the waiter smiles before vanishing into the swarm of people.
"That was good, right nini?" Seungcheol pats his stomach a bit and you giggle. Nini was a random nickname Seungcheol had given you when you were both about 7. The whole backstory behind it was that, Seungcheol could never get your name right, but he did remember you by one of you favorite snacks, called "NINI" and eventually, even after he learned and memorized your name, he still preferred calling you nini “Nicknames? Really?” Mingyu scoffs, stuffing in hands into the pockets of this jeans “What’s up with him today?” Seungcheol asks but no one has the answer “maybe he didn’t like his food” Soonyoung suggests. You all stop once you’ve reached the parking lot of the restaurant “We’ll go first, see you guys tomorrow” Soonyoung and Seungkwan both bid there goodbyes, then shortly after Wonwoo and Joshua also left for there dorms, leaving you, Seungcheol, and Mingyu by yourselves. “Do you have a ride nini?” Seungcheol asks you and you shake your head “There’s probably no Ubers around at this time, it’s like a 10 minute walk anyways” you state “I can-“ before Seungcheol can finish his sentence he’s interrupted by Mingyu “I can walk her back to her dorm, you can go home it’s late anyways” Mingyu finishes Seungcheol’s sentence. “Alright if you say so, I’ll text you later y/n” The man scoffs before turning his attention to you “get home safely” he waves goodbye and both you and Mingyu begin to walk towards your dorm.
“I didn’t know you were so close to coups” Mingyu says, so quietly you can barley hear him “I mean I guess we’re good friends” you shrug “ just good friends?” Mingyu says, he’s tone filled with sarcasm. “Yes, just good friends” you say, returning the sarcastic tone. There’s awkward silence but the silence doesn’t last very long “ let’s play 20 questions” Mingyu says suddenly, breaking the silence “So suddenly?” You chuckle but he ignores you “I’ll go first. Favorite artist right now?” He asks “Wave to Earth” “ok ok, now you go” “uhm I don’t know.. favoritee~ video game?” “Call of duty” “cool cool” “Why does coups call you nini?”. You were taken aback just a bit by his question, you thought it was just some stupid Q&A game Mingyu wanted to play to pass the time “he also had trouble memorizing my name, so he started calling me “Nini” because I was always eating those Nini snacks at school” you still answer his question. Mingyu nods but doesn’t seem very satisfied by your question “how long have you been playing football?” “5 years” “dam ok” “What do you like about coups?. Once again, Mingyu brings up Seungcheol and you just didn’t understand why, I mean you didn’t really mind but it was just werid. “Uhm he’s nice??? And he really thoughtful and pays attention when I talk and is just really sweet” you answer Mingyu’s werid question anyways and yet he still looks unsatisfied “Favorite class your taking?” “Photography.” “I didn’t expect that from you” you mumble and Mingyu nods “ a lot of people say that”. “Do you not think I’m nice?” Mingyu suddenly stops in his track and turns to you “what??” You turn and stop to face him “I mean you said you liked coups because he’s nice right?? So am I not nice??” You couldn’t tell if this kid was pulling at your leg or was being dead serious “I mean I barley know you” you stutter out “I mean you said you hadn’t seen him in 10 years! How do you know he hasn’t changed?” Mingyu lowers his head slightly, watching his feet as he kicks a few tiny pebbles lying on the floor “Mingyu. You realized YOU are the one that invited him, I think you would know if he wasn’t a good person” you continue walking up the side walk and Mingyu follows you “so what do you think of me?” Mingyu asks “not your turn, it’s my turn to ask questions” you correct him “why are you asking so many questions about Seungcheol?” You ask “I’m just curious” he shrugs “about what?” You try and ask but Mingyu stops you “Not your turn” he smirks and you just scoff at him. At this point you were both in front of your dorm building complex “Do you think I’m hot?” Oh my god this kid and his fucking questions were gonna be the end of you “I mean.. yeah” you simply state, slowly going up the stairs with Mingyu trailing behind you “Your skincare routine?” “Don’t got one” he shrugs. You give him a dirty look because you know dam well there ain’t not way his skin that clear without at least a cleanser. You know we’re standing in front of your door “go out with me.” Your mind went completely blank “what.” “You heard me”. You did in fact hear him but the words definitely were not processing “you said it yourself, you said I’m nice and hot so why don’t we go on a date?” You were trying your best to avoid eye contact but that man was making it basically impossible, staring right at you without even blinking “well I mean I don’t know” you try and push him away, realizing he was basically pining you up against the wall because of how close you two were “text me then.” He said, backing up just the slightest so you would breathe “ok. I’m going now. Goodnight get back safely” you quickly enter your apartment before even letting the poor boy respond “what the actual fuck..” you mumbled to yourself. “DING” you phone screen lights up and you see a text message from the one and only Mingyu “postist art museum, 3:30 tomorrow” reads the text he sent you with a wink emoji “this kid” you sigh. Though you though he was ridiculous you caught yourself smiling at his text message.
The blaring sound of you alarm pierced through the morning silence of your dorm. You let at a groan as you shifted around in your bed before grabbing your phone "2:01" read the time on your phone "SHIT" you immediately rise from your bed and rush towards the bathroom where you brush your teeth and wash your face. Even though your "Date" with Mingyu was at 3:30, you normally took 2 hours to get ready. As you rummaged through your closet, trying to settle on an outfit to wear, Minnie strolls in "You got a date?" Minnie smirks "Actually, yes I do" you dont bother to look up at Minnie but you have already pictured her shocked face "Damn really? Who?" Minnie leans on the door frame, getting comfortable as you begin to speak "Remember that guy that dropped me off when I was drunk?" You stop looking through your closet and take a seat on your bed "The super hot one?" Minnie asks and you nod "Well, last night he asked me out on a date and I dont even know what I was thinking but I said yes" You sigh, getting back up to continue looking for an outfit "When'd ya'll meet" Minnie asks "Soonyoung's party, so like almost a week ago?" You shrug "You just met this guy and your about to spend a whole day with him?" Minnie questions. I mean she was right, you'd only known this man for less than a week "He wouldn't hurt a fly, I think" You pull out a pair of washed jeans and throw them on the bed "Great! just dont let him kidnap you" Minnie says, sarcastically "Thanks for being such a protective roommate" You give her a fake smile before turning back to look for a top "When are you leaving?" Minnie asks picking up her phone "I wanna get out at 3:00 so id better hurry" you pull out a white square neckline top with a cute lace bow on the neckline "you got like 45 minutes you better hurry" Minnie taps at your door frame, signaling shes going back to her room "have funn!" she calls out "thanks!" You reply, wasting no time to quickly change, put your shoes on and run out of the house.
You do your makeup on the way there and you reach the art museum at exactly 3:30. As you walk off the bus, you almost immediately spotted Mingyu. He was sitting down on the staircase leading up to the museum with a small pink bouquet in his hands. He was wearing a button down loosely with a pair of grey washed jeans and a black leather jacket. You couldn't deny that man was fine, and looked even finer today, especially in that outfit. "Mingyu!" Mingyu shots his head up and looks around before finally locking eyes on your figure. He starts to stand up as you approach him "You look beautiful" He smiles, handing you the pink bouquet "Thank you, you looks nice as well" you take the flowers, examining them carefully "Just nice?" Mingyu cocks his eyebrow up and you scoff at his sarcasms "What did you want me to say?" you and Mingyu start to walk up the stairs, leading to the art museum "I dont know maybe, breath-taking? Ravishing? Stunning? Out of this world?" Mingyu shrugs, you roll your eyes in response "Thats too much" You chuckle.
You and Mingyu begin to walk around the art museum, admiring the art hanged along the walls. "You know, a lot of girls at campus would be jealous of you right now, Going on a date with Mr. Campus crush" Mingyu teases, his lips forming into a cheeky smirk "Dont let you ego get the best of you, Kim Mingyu" You teased back. As the two of you strolled through the museum, admiring the beautiful pieces of art on the wall, Mingyu unexpectedly shifted from his usual playful banter to a more serious note. With a curious glint in his eyes, he turned around to face you and asks "So, what exactly are you looking for in a guy?" The question catches you off guard in the mist of you admiring one of the paintings on the wall, and after a brief pause you begin to state some "Someone who's genuine, I guess? Who's nice, good sense of humor, respects himself and others, and can cook" Mingyu, with a sly smirk, retorted "So basically me?" His comment sent you into laughter, though you weren't necessarily laughing because you thought what he had said was funny, but to try and hide you face that had probably turned as bright as a tomato and heart that was going at 200 BPM. "Well," you replied, finally calming your heart beat down by the slightest bit "Maybe minus the cockiness" You chuckle.
As you and Mingyu continue to walk around, making small comments about some to the paintings on display, you had noticed that Mingyu's banter had changed once again to quite a tense one, almost like he was dying to ask you somthing "You and Coups. You two seem basically inseparable" He asks, his casual tone barely concealing an undercurrent of tension. Suprised by the sudden focus of you childhood friend once again, you nodded "Yeah, Seungcheol. We're close. Why?" Mingyu's gaze lingered on a painting, his questions become more pointed. "What makes him you like him so much? I mean, did you guys share secrets and stuff when you were little or was it just the usual camaraderie?" Mingyu's eyes glancing towards you but stay glued on the painting in front of the two of you "We had a crazy strong bond when we were little, shared a lot of memories. Why are you suddenly curious about him anyways? You were like this yesterday." Mingyu was the one who invited him, he probably knew Seungcheol better than you and longer than you, so you were confused at the mans sudden interrogation. Mingyu's respone was a vague shrug, which left you in an even more confused state "Wanna get out of here?" Mingyu slightly signals towards the door and you nod "Sure, I'm hungry anyways" You both start to walk towards the exit, Mingyu looking through his phone looking for a place to grab dinner at.
You guys walk down the street to a nearby Italian restaurant that Mingyu said he's been wanting to try "I'll trust you judgment" You laugh, walking into the restaurant. You two are seated and begin to pick up you conversation. As Mingyu took a sip from the glass of water left on the table for the two of you, he turns to you with a sudden hopeful gleam in his eyes, almost like a puppy. "You know, you should come to my football games. Its a blast, and I think I'd really love to have you there cheering for me." You chuckle, "Im not really a sports person. The only thing I'd cheer for is not spilling my popcorn all over the bleachers." He grinned, undeterred, "Come on, Its not about the game. Its about the experience. You might enjoy it, I mean who wouldnt if I'm playing in it" You raised an eyebrow "First of all, not everyone goes to watch you" "And second are you trying to recruit me for the team or something?" Mingyu grinned "Well, maybe. But mostly, I just think you'd enjoy it, Plus, you'd get to witness my incredible skill firsthand." Before you could come up with a comeback, the waitress arrived to take our orders, in which we gave and the waitress simply nodded before taking the menus from in front of us.
"Like i was saying" Mingyu begins but realizes your not fully paying attention, but the person to your left. You Ex. There he was sitting right across from you on his friend "Do you know him" Mingyu speaks up, knocking you out of your trances "Yeah, sorry what were you saying?" You tried to get back on track "Who is that?" Mingyu asks "My Ex." "Oh. sorry." "Its fine, it sure is a small world" You chuckle, trying to lighten the mood "We can go somewhere else if you want" Mingyu suggests but you turn the offer down "its fine, we already ordered, and he hasn't even noticed me anyways" Well he didnt notice you 10 seconds ago but he defiantly has now. "Y/N" The family voice sends chills down you spine. Mingyu watches you, waiting for your response but you dont move. Your ex-boyfriend, Jaemin, seized the opportunity while there was silence to approach your table. "Hey" he greeted, a unreadable look in his eyes "Its been a while. I've missed you" Before you could come up with a response, Mingyu, sensing the discomfort, stepped in "We're having a private dinner here. I think its best you leave us be," he states, a subtle intensity in his tone.
Jaemin, now growing upset "I just wanted to talk, catch up. Is that too much to ask?" You look up at him in disgust. How can you try and "catch up" after what he had done to you. he cheated. gaslight you. and now he wants to "talk?". Mingyu catches the look you gave him and returns to Jaemin, his gaze hardening. "Look, she's moved on. Maybe you should to instead of being a dick. Respect her boundaries" Mingyu spits and you can see Jaemin getting progressively angrier. The tension escalated quickly, creating an uncomfortable silence. You apperciated Mingyu stepping in, but it might have made the conflict worst. "Jaemin. Just go." You try and say sternly but you end up sounding like a 6 year old "Why? I know you miss me" you scoff "Me? Miss you? Never. Nobody wants you here so leave." You say sternly, keeping eye contact with him "Whatever, you're gonna come back crawling in a month anyways" Jaemin rushes out of the restaurant leaving you and Mingyu together once again "Sorry.." you mumble "Dont be. He's the one who should apologize for causing such a scene" Mingyu tsks, leaning back in his seat.
The waiter brings you your food, which you both enjoy while talking about all sorts of thinks, and at the end of the day you ended up agreeing to going to Mingyu's next football game "I'll save you the best seats, where you'll get to see the best view of me" Mingyu smirks "Thanks, want me to bring anything?" you walk up the stair of your dorm "Like?" Mingyu asks and you shrug "flowers? somthing to celebrate your win?" You suggest and Mingyu lets out a little laugh "What?" You turn to face him now that you've reached your door "You're so sure I'm gonna win, huh?" Mingyu teases and your face gets a little hot "What? are you not gonna win for me" You tease back "Oh trust me I'll make sure I win" You'd never truly noticed how amazing Mingyu was. Spending the whole day with him really changed how you saw him, he was caring, protective, defiantly a flirt, but you knew that even before you got to know each other, and funny. "Thanks for today, really" Mingyu smiles warmly "Me too, How about we plan something again sooner?" he asks "I'd like that" You smile up at him. "Get some sleep, i'll see you tomorrow" Mingyu backs away from the door and begins going down the stairs "Goodnight" you call out "goodnight, my love". You're left standing there, feeling all warm and fluffy on the inside because of this new nickname. You quietly enter your dorm, removing your shoes and going to get read for bed. Once you had changed into you pajama's you flopped onto the bed and opened your phone to see your lockscreen full of notifications from one person "Na Jaemin." The warmth Mingyu had left you with suddenly disappeared as you read the texts he had left you "Baby, I'm sorry I got mad." "How are you feeling? Do you want me to drop off some food for you?" "Who was that guy you were with?" "Baby??" "Honey?" "answer me" The text trail went on and on "I still have your stuff, you should come by and get it" "I miss you baby please dont be stubborn with me" This man had the audacity to text you such things and try and call you. You take a deep breath, now frustrated by the whole situation "I'll just deal with this tomorrow" You mumble, pushing away your problems like you normally do. You take one more deep sigh before turning off your lights and going to sleep. You thought you ex was just acting up. Kind of just stuck in his feels or whatever, but you had no idea the lengths this man would do to get you back.
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next chapter coming out 2/3/24 or 2/4/24 😸😸
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nqify · 1 year
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I have a request! And you can make it as smutty or fluffy you want dealers choice lol. How about Navi Miles and partner taking a bath together ( human partner has vagina parts etc) Thanks in advance if you choose to run with this idea your work is great
I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS OMF!!!!! THANK U FOR REQUESTING THIS MYLOVE!!!
bath sex. — miles quaritch ☆
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pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader
content warnings. fingering. riding. daddy kink. dirty talk. praise kink. slight soft!dom miles!!!!
note. this is kinda fluffy smut idk???? but hope y’all eat this up!!!
after a long day at work, miles needed you and only you. he looked for comfort in you, a source of relief!!! he is just a gaint baby trust me!!
so when u suggest a bath together he is going crazy!!!! his ears perk up and a grin starts to appear on his face, “u just wanna see me naked dont u mama??” yeah u do.
you’d have it all pretty and nice!! bubbles filling up the bath, candles set around the edges and some quiet music playing in the back. When u showed him, u swear u saw him cry!! hes never been spoiled until he met you. Always surprising him, gifting him things!!! HE LOVES U!!!
when u both start to undress this mf is eyeing you down, his eyes darken and become hooded. HE GIVING U THE LOOK!!! “milesss!!! this is supposed to be cute!!!” you whine. he’s not saying a word, he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, his fangs making an appearance, “I can’t look at my pretty baby now??” u r head over heels for him.
you end him with ur head laying on his chest, his hands holding ur waist so gently!! he pulls u close and kisses the top of ur head, “I love u baby” OHMYGOD!!! HE IS SO CUTE!!!!
and bc this man cannot get enough of you, seeing u all relax by his touch…..yeah here comes the dirty!!! you’d start to notice that he’s becoming more touchy. he’s grabbing ur hips and pulling u closer to him, his breathing becoming heavy and his tone deepening. dude is horny!!!!
He’d nibble ur ear a bit, “u look so good right now baby, wanna do so many things to this pretty little body of yours” DOING WHAT THINGS SIR??? and that’s when u start to feel his bulge growing on ur lower back. “miles I haven’t done anything!!” girl….. “ma, ur so fucking pretty, u expect me not to get horny???”
you could feel his hand wonder to ur inner thigh, slowly rubbing circles with the flat side of his thumb. “baby ur gonna let me make u feel good right??? just wanna make u cum mm” u gave up fighting and just nodded!! anything for u daddy!!!!!
he’d slowly start to rub ur clit. Little moans and whimpers escaped ur mouth as u struggled to find smth to hold onto. Miles began to nibble at ur neck, giving you open mouth kisses and little bites. “so pretty for me”
miles’ finger slowly made its way inside ur pretty pussy!!! “m-miles!!!” U cry out. He is moaning with u girl….. his finger pumps in and out of you, reaching in so so deep!! “fuck baby, ur so tight for me, u want daddy to loosen u up a little?? so u can take his fat cock right??” oh he is rlly getting into it NOW!!
This fucker loves fingering you!! absolutely loves it!!! another finger was added, causing u to arch ur back off his chest. “yeah mama, u like that?? u like my fingers inside that pretty pussy of yours?” ur nodding, biting ur lip and rolling ur eyes back!! he just cannot get enough of u.
you were near ur release, shaking and crying for him!! little tears ran down ur cheeks from how much pleasure this man was causing you!! The water starting to splash over the bathtub due to ur restless movements. he’d noticed, “u gonna cum for daddy baby? U gonna cum all over my fingers yeah?” nodding ur head over and over again.
U finally came, ur hips jerking upwardsand ur legs shaking!! miles whispers in ur ear, “good girl baby, such a good girl” girl he is not done with you yet.
he flips u over to were ur now facing him, ur legs straggling his thighs while ur bare pussy was rubbing on his dick. He held ur waist, guiding you to grind on him, “yeah mama, u feel that?? u wanna feel this dick inside you?” yes u do!!!!!!!
this fucker is lifting u up and hovering u over his dick, teasing ur pussy!!!! ur whining!! “pls daddy!!! put it in!!” he can’t say no to that. He slowly puts it in, taking his time while u struggle to handle the thickest of his cock. Finally u sink all the way down, earning gasps from both y’all mouths!!!
bf is holding ur hips and guiding u to jump up and down his cock. “mm baby, u take this cock so fucking well, look at u, so pretty for me”
he is so slow with it. you could feel every inch of him. “m-miles ur so b-big!! ah!! it’s t-too much!!” he feels so badomg!!!! “its too big for u?? awe too bad mama, now cmon, ride my dick baby” U R RIDING IT NOWOMG!!!!
ur bouncing up and down on his cock, eyes rolling back while ur mouth hangs open. Girl…yk what’s coming. this fucker getting ideas!!!! miles’ pointer and middle finger lay on ur bottom lip, “suck on my fingers baby” and ofc u did!! u began to slowly suck them in, looking directly at him with a dark gaze, “shit mama, u like this shit don’t you?? yeah baby?? u like my sucking my fingers while I fuck u dumb huh??” YESYESYYES!!!
he is now going feral, bucking his hips up into urs, his thrusts getting sloppy and uneven. He was getting close, “f-fuck gonna fill this load into u mama, gonna make u full of my babies yeah??” Girl yes!!!/$$;$: “yeah that’s right, u want this cum all in ur pretty pussy??” YESYYEYSYES!!!
u guys finally cum together, but he AINT DONE!! he drags ur ass out of the bath tube and sits u on the edge. like wtf u doing daddy?? he kneels down while putting one of ur legs on his shoulder, “don’t want this cum to go to waste mama, wanna taste u”
his tongue is doing wonders to u!!!!! his so sloppy with it!! spit everywhere!!! “mmm shit baby, u taste so fucking good with my cum in u, needa do this more often.” yes u do daddy. this mf rlly in there!!!!! he’s not stopping, he’s making u cum again and again with his tongue!!!!
“just a reward for my pretty girl, thank u for taking care of me” kiss for u baby!!!!! He is so in love with u!! in love with ur face, ur body, UR PUSSY!!!!! “love this pussy so much” you slap his shoulder a bit, “and u ofc mama”
girl…..this had be thinking thoughts…..he is so fine YALL
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spideycatt · 9 months
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What’s the origin for the nickname “moss”?😭
Cat and Mouse Part 2 || 42!MM x R
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Synopsis:
The aftermath of Meadow revealing your secret/ a backstory
Word count: 2.5K (lord)
Now playing: you know wassup // kehlani, angel // pinkpantheress
part 1!
Warnings: Reader is Black, this is pretty tame, cursing, weed in one part, Y/n / Ynnie is used, Fighting but it’s just described😸
Not rlly warnings: The flashbacks and what we tell the class isn’t exactly the same, just the more detailed version. Gwen is black in this universe just becuz, no superheroes or villains just a reg earth, college drama oooo, Reader was a goody two shoes before meeting Miles (Like… not knowing was weed looks like goody two shoes),
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“So you guys are dating!!” Someone in the crowd shouted, everyone agreeing with them.
“Actually,” you said smiling, making your way over to Miles and Meadow. “We’re married. Since last year.” You finished, untucking a necklace from your shirt to reveal a ring on a necklace, making everyone go crazier.
“Dont even think about startin’ all that yappin’! Its time for class so get your butts to your seats. Quickly!” Miles shouted making everyone complain as they made their way into their respective classrooms. You shook your head making grabby hands to your daughter.
“Meymey stop being a daddy’s girl and come back to mommy! I miss you already!” You fake cried, pouting as Meadow laughed at you.
“Papá! Isn’t mommy being silly?”
Miles smirked down at you, quick to agree with the baby. “Yup, she is. You had her all day its my turn.” He stuck his tongue out at you, scurrying into his room before letting you talk, making you chuckle.
You go back into the classroom, sighing deeply when you see all your students looking at you expectantly.
“What?” You say, deeply confused as to what they want from you now.
“Sooo, you’re not gonna tell us how you guys met??” One of your students replied with a wide smile on his face.
“Uhm.. no?” You chuckled shaking your head. “Why would I tell you that?”
“You owe us for lying to everyone for the whole schoolyear!!”
“Yea!”
“Pleaseeee Ms.y/n! Or should we call you Mrs. Morales?”
Once again, a round of ‘ooo’s go around the classroom, but this time directed at you.
“Alright alright I’ll tell you guys, and no you don’t get to call me Mrs. Morales. What’s wrong with y’all..” You mutter the last part to yourself, dreading telling your kids how you met your husband.
“You gotta be kidding me…” You whisper to yourself, looking at your new roommates. Your dorm situation had been all over the place the whole semester, resulting in you having to room off campus with what looked like the meanest man you’ve ever seen, and the nicest girl ever.
“Your rooms over there, kitchens over there, oh!— me and you share a bathroom, hope you don’t mind! My room is right there if you need something! Or if you wanna hang out I don’t mind.” The girl, Gwendolyn if you remembered correctly, smiled brightly at you. The tall boy next to her nodded his head at you both and went to his room.
“What’s his deal?” You question, trying to peak into his room. You didn’t see anything but purple walls before he closed the door though.
“Ah, that’s Miles. He’s nice once to get him, don’t worry! Super cute though, don’t you think?” She smirked, bumping shoulders with you.
“Yea… I guess so.”
“So you guys were roommates? That’s so boringgg.” Someone in the back whined.
“If it’s so boring then I don’t need to finish my story, right?” You laugh, stretching back in your desk chair.
“Bro why the fuck did you say that?”
“Dont listen to this idiot, Miss!”
“What did Gwendolyn look like?”
You stop to think about the question, trying to remember since it’s been a couple years since you’ve seen her.
“She.. was a little taller than me. Really pretty girl, big eyes, and she had a gap I think. And she had all types of piercings, and she always got her hair done in the color blonde with pink ends for some reason.”
“So she black?”
“Yea, but she’s from the country part of new york pretty sure. Anyways let me continue..”
You and Gwen had become good friends over time. You learned some new, albeit boring, things about her.
You couldn’t say the same for Miles though. You never really talked to him after you realized you weren’t gonna get past a quiet nod in your direction. But even then, you found yourself liking his coy personality. You wanted to learn new things about him, even if it was boring. Only thing you learned about him was that he was also studying to get an Education Degree.
You made your way back home after a long day at school, ready to shower and fall face first into your bed. Unlocking the door, you chuck your bag on the entryway table, ignoring how Miles stared at you with a confused look on his face.
You were right by your door when Gwen called your name running up to you.
God you loved the girl but damn can you live?
“Ynnieee, how was classes?” She asked, twirling her blonde and pink braids with a finger.
“They was aight, I’m tired as hell.” You groan, rubbing your eyes.
“Oh well before you go! Theres this thing I’m going to next Saturday. Come with me?” She looked down at you expectantly. You found yourself fighting against the voice in your head. Part of you wants to say no and sleep for days, but the other part sees this as an opportunity to get out the apartment for something outside of school for once.
“Alright. I’ll go. Now leave me alone I wanna sleep forever.” You say, rushing into your room to shower and lay down. You’d felt a little bad for rushing away like that, but your shower was more important to you in the moment. And you didn’t see how Gwen reacted to your slight attitude, eyes squinting at your door hard enough to burn a hole through it.
Your shower and nap worked wonders. You woke up at around 2 in the morning, not healthy at all but aye, a good nap is a good nap. You sit up in your bed, feeling way better than you had when you got home. Feeling a little thirsty, you make your way to the kitchen, deciding to eat some noodles for dinner too.
“Why you up so late?” You heard a gruff voice behind you, making you almost jump out your skin. You whip around to see who was talking to you, and it was none other than your mysterious roommate Miles.
“Miles, what the fuck?” You whisper scream, putting your bowl of microwave noodles down.
“You ain’t answer my question, ma.” He smirked at your annoyed tone, leaning his back against the counter across from you. You roll your eyes, ignoring how the nickname made you feel.
“I just woke up and i’m hungry, obviously,” you said, gesturing to your noodles. “Why are you up, Mr. Morales?”
“Can’t sleep.” He sighed deeply, looking down at you like he wanted to ask something.
“What?” You said softly, slurping on some noodles as you look back at Miles.
“Nun.. just, wanna hang out in my room?”
“Uhh sure..”
“Your rooms so clean..” You say, analyzing the things around you. Movie posters and artwork that seems to be Miles’ are strung around the deep purple walls. Not a speck of dust on any of his things, only thing slightly messy was his bed. Probably from tossing and turning while trying to fall asleep.
“Are you saying you thought I lived like a pig?” He laughed at you, sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling a folding tray close to him.
You shrugged, slurping up more noodles while standing. You didn’t really know what to do with yourself, this being the first time you actually talked to Miles.
“Why you still standing up? C’mon,” He beckoned you to sit next to him, taking a shoebox from under his bed. “You ever smoke a blunt before?”
“So you guys played games and talked till you fell asleep?”
“Yup! Don’t tell him I told you this but, he sucks at Mortal Kombat.”
“…Huh?”
This earned you a confused look from Miles.
“A blunt. A joint. Doja.”
You furrow your eyebrows.
“Like… the singer?”
“You gotta be kidding me.” He lays back on his bed, laughing at you like his life depended on it. “You telling me you don’t know what weed is?”
“Why didn’t you just say weed in the first place!” You say, hitting him lightly on the thigh.
“Because you’re old enough to know what a blunt is?” He chuckled, sitting back up to open the shoebox and take out some stuff. You watched silently as a he rolled the ‘blunt’ up, staring at him as he brought it up to his lips and lit it up.
“I’ve never seen weed before,” You mutter scooting farther into the bed till you hit the wall. “Why does it look like…”
“Like what?” Miles asked, smiling a little as he waited to see where this was going.
“Nah, you’re gonna make fun of me.”
“I won’t, ma. I promise.” He said turning to look at you as he inhaled and blew the smoke in your face, making you fan it away.
“I was going to say it kinda looks like moss.” You whisper, looking away in embarrassment as Miles guffawed at your cluelessness.
“Man I’m never letting you live that down.” He shook his head with a smirk. You laughed also, heart swelling at the fact that this might happen again, and Miles may start talking to you more.
“After that we became good friends yada yada yada. We hung out a lot, and sometimes had sleepovers in each others rooms,” You say as you filed some papers away. “And Gwen didn’t like that.”
“Oh my god did y’all fight?!” A kid in the back exclaimed, bouncing up and down in excitement.
“What? No, I don’t fight people. She did want to fight me though.”
Everyone made a disappointed noise at that, when the door opened with Meadow and Miles looking inside.
“What lies she telling y’all now?” Miles scoffed as Meadow ran into her mother’s arms. He walked up to you and gave you a small peck on your cheek, making the whole class gag.
“First of all, ew. Second of all, Mrs. Morales was telling us about how she didn’t fight Gwen cuz she don’t fight people.”
“Mrs. Morales?” Miles said looking at you as you shook your head and shrugged. “Man she really is lying to yall. She did fight Gwen, whooped her ass for real. And then she handed my ass to me too. I’m getting flashbacks.” He shuddered at the memory.
“Miles!” You shoved his arm, but you were drowned out by the class asking why and what happened.
“You gotta be kidding me.” You whisper as you get hit with a strong sense of deja vu. Weeks have passed since the first time you and Miles talked. And you’ve started to catch feelings. But obviously, your sweet little roommate, who wasn’t really sweet or little at all, didn’t like that. Despite her very obvious disliking you and Miles’ blooming relationship, she didn’t do anything to stop you two from becoming more than friends. Until now.
You sigh deeply as watch Gwen all up on Miles, talking his ear off and rubbing in him as they sat on the couch. Miles payed her no mind, scrolling on his phone as he waited for you to come home since he missed you all day. She looked up at you smiling her fake little smile as she rested her head on Miles’ shoulder. “Hey roomie!”
You look at her with a straight face, eyes moving to Miles who’d jumped up to talk to you.
“Ma it’s not what it looks-“
“Ok. I’m going to bed.” Interupting him, you march into your room, slamming the door behind you hoping your roommates would take the hint.
“Damnnnn Ms.y/n you got played by Mr. Morales? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now me personally I would never treat you like that-“
“Dont even start with that foolishness,” Miles rolled his eyes at the kid. “It was a lil misunderstanding thas it. Lemme continue.”
But of course. Gwen didn’t.
“Ynnie?” Gwen knocked on the door before she came in. Sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.
“Hm?”
“You seem out of it are you ok..?” She asked quietly, she sounded so… sincere that you almost thought she was being genuine. Almost. But her behavior these past few weeks was enough to not trust her.
She leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“Is it because I got to Miles before you could?”
“Excuse me?” You stare at Gwen with a confused look on your face.
“Y’know. Cause I’m better than you and all that.” She shrugged with a smirk on her face.
“And then BAM Ms. y/n was all on her, and I had to come in and separate them, Gwen tried to get me to feel bad for her too. She was like “Miles! Do something!” ‘N I looked at her like “Really?” And she went crying to her room, embarrassing.” He tutted. “When I looked at Ms. y/n she started yelling at me and punching my chest, shoot felt like I was Gwen for a second! I’m sure she had it worse though, cause she moved out two days after. Extra embarrassing.”
“Damnnnn!”
“Ms. y/n you kinda scare me now..”
“Is he lying Miss?”
You hesitated before speaking, “I mean, its a lil dramatic sure but it aint too far off.”
“Damnnnn!”
“You guys are so dramatic. We talked it out after like a week and everything was all good.” You shook your head in disbelief as you pack up your things. Miles’ class ended squeezing into your classroom in the middle of his rendition, but you decided against bothering them and got some work done while playing with Meadow. It was now the end of class and everyone was huddled up on your large carpet, like a bunch of children listening to someone read a book at the library.
“What happened after that, papà?” Meadow questioned, tugging on his pant leg as he leans against the front of your desk.
“Enough from Papà. He’s a bad storyteller,” You said putting on your jacket and grabbing your work bag. “We start dating, graduate college, get engaged, have you- my sweet sweet princess, get married when you were two, and end up here teaching these losers about art and science! The end!
“Yup. The end. Alright c’mon back to class guys,” Miles directed, turning to look back at you before he walked out the door. “Chinese for dinner?”
“Mhm, is that ok with you, MeyMey?” You coo at your daughter as she agrees with you.
“Miles?” You whisper, leaning your head on your husbands shoulder as you rub your stomach.
“Whats up, Ma?”
“You think I’ll be any good at this? Teaching the students and the being a mom, I mean.” You sigh, looking up at him.
“You’ll be the best,” He whispered back, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead. “I’m sure the kids will love you, and I’m sure our daughter will love you even more.”
You chuckled at that, slowly drifting off to sleep as Miles rubs your side gently.
“Daughter?”
“Yea, and something tells me she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl. Can’t wait to spoil my pretty ladies forever.”
“Yea… yea that sounds nice.”
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kkuet.
The moss thing is based on a true story yall, and i’m the victim 😞😭
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Everyone who requested a part 2!
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naturesapphic · 2 months
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gonna request some cowgirl!wanda x gn!reader where she comes by reader's house on horseback and r is completely in love with her
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New partner in town
Cowgirl!wanda maximoff x fem!reader
Warnings: fluff and cowgirl!wanda being a complete sweetheart
It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was out and there was a bit of wind to keep down the heat. You were out of your house, tending to the animals when you hear horse hooves in the distance coming your way. You looked up confused and saw a girl you’ve never met before, riding a beautiful black midnight horse. Your breath got caught in your throat at the beauty that his random woman shows and you felt your knees weaken when she stops near you.
She steps off the horse and walks over to you, giving you a friendly smile. “Well howdy there sugar. My name is Wanda. Wanda maximoff.” She said sweetly and held out her hand to shake yours. “It’s nice to meet you Wanda. I’m guessing you are new here in town?” You asked her as you shake her soft yet firm hand and give her a shy smile which she slightly smirks at. “I sure am. My family and I moved here from Louisiana.” She said as she put her thumbs in her front pockets, giving you a sweet smile that makes your knees buckle.
“That’s great! What brings y’all down here?” You questioned softly and she gave you a small smile. “We wanted to start over…our farm didn’t do well and we needed new land and a whole new place where we could. So we decided to move here and I’m glad we did…or else I wouldn’t meet a sweet thing like yourself.” Wanda winked which caused you to blush red like a apple. A sudden barking interrupted y’all’s conversation and your dog comes running up to Wanda wagging his tail at her. “Well who’s this?” Wanda smiled as she bent down and started petting him. “This is butter nut squash, but we call him butternut, butter, nut, or sometimes shithead.” You said sheepishly as Wanda let out a huge belly laugh.
“That’s an adorable name. Cute and adorable just like her mama.” Wanda said smirking as you shifted in your spot nervously. Wanda stood up and looked down on her watch which caused her to slightly frown. “I hate to run but I’m supposed to help my pa and brother with some chores. I’ll see you later yeah? I’m down a few miles away from your house if you ever want to stop by sugar.” Wanda winked and took a bow while taking off her hat in the process. “I’ll see you later darling.” She stated and went back on her horse and rode away. You just stood there, mesmerized by her. Fuck.
A/n: I didn’t exactly know how to end it sofmdkdkd but I hope y’all enjoy the first imagine of cowgirl!wanda. Requests are open for her and for my other characters I write. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here’s my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!
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cinnamon-harry · 1 year
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hey can you do a fake insta with Victoria De Angelis? thank youuu
bass player!y/n?? say less. lmaoo hope u like this one!!
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ynupdates1 y/n during tonight’s show
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harryfan1 is she real ??
ynfan1 omfg she looked so good tonight
ynfan2 HER AND HARRYS INTERACTIONS I THINK THEY DID IT BUT I JUSG CANT PROVE IT
harryfan2 @/ynfan2 NO BC LITERALLY WHY DO THEY EYE EACH OTHER LIKE THAT I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE
ynfan3 she’s so cute omg
harryfan3 why is everyone in the band fine asf
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harryupdates I MET HARRY AND Y/N ???? HELLO
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ynfan1 GIRL R U OKAY
harryupdates @/ynfan1 NO IDK IM STILL SHOCKED
ynfan2 okay but they would be such a power couple
harryfan1 @/ynfan1 atp im 99.9% sure they’re dating😭
harryfan2 OKAY BUT HOW WAS IT HOW DO U FEEL
harryupdates @/harryfan2 EXTREMELY HAPPY RN they were both so nice, they talked to us and signed a few things, i talked to y/n for a while and she complimented me on my shoes😭never living this down🥹
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yourinstagram day off
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arianagrande always serving
yourinstagram @/arianagrande always at ur service🫡
ynfan1 pls just give me a chance, i’m begging
harryfan1 …i see why harry can never stop looking at her on stage
ynfan2 pls come home the kids miss u
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ynupdates1 HARRY AND Y/N IN NEW YORK ??
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ynfan1 THE QUESTION MARKS😭😭😭
harryfan1 I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES
harryfan2 they look so cute🥺
ynfan2 why is he kissing my wife…
harryfan3 im suddenly blind
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ynfan1 BRO IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH
harryfan1 AYO I SEE HARRYS LITTLE BRACELET AND THE TATS
lizzobeeating why don’t i have that shirt🤨
yourinstagram @/lizzobeeating don’t worry, i got u <3
ynfan2 she broke twitter…
harrystyles hey that’s me🤠
yourinstagram @/harrystyles dummy
harryfan2 praying for her and the crazy stans headed her way😵‍💫
ynfan3 y’all need a third ??
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beautifulpersonpeach · 10 months
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Jungkook is an incredibly precious human being. He’s bratty, and sweet, and meticulous, and charming, and calculating, and assertive, and introverted, and above all, hand-fistingly, brow-scrunchingly, high-pitched-wailing into the night, cute.
He’s so cute it almost destroys me.
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The trust he has in ARMY, is something I hope we never take for granted. It’s rare, and many would argue unwise to consistently express such vulnerability to millions of people who may have their own motives. And nobody knows that more than Jungkook - a multi millionaire who has lived in the spotlight for almost a decade. And yet, with ARMY, when he feels anxious or can’t sleep or whatever, he feels comforted being with ARMY, being watched by ARMY, sharing tiny bits and pieces of himself with ARMY.
Goodness.
I hope y’all are saving up for JJK1. He’s clearly working hard at it, and he’s said since last year he’ll be releasing music after Yoongi.
And this is more or less confirmed
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Edit (because someone DM’d me they can’t understand the chart. Sorry btw. Sometimes I forget Korean isn’t very accessible. So here’s a key to understand the chart.)
Stars: albums - the letters within the stars indicate whether it’s a mini, full, solo, or repackage album.
M : mini-album
J : full-album
U : unit/solo-album
R : repackage-album
日: Japan-album
Blue-shading : concert/tour
Grey shading : fanmeet
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Personally, I’m prepared to go all out, as I have for Jimin and Yoongi’s releases, year to date. With JK’s musical output so far, I’ve resigned myself to the possibility his album could be the poppiest of the seven, and that’s not really my taste tbh. But I’ll be looking forward to it because even his pop-py, EDM-laced preferences are executed well, and it’s always possible he blindsides me and surprises me with a very different sound than what many expect of him.
Either way, he’s working hard so I trust the product will be excellent.
I hope we’re all gearing up to run this race again, this time with JK as the Bora-flagbearer. Like with Jimin’s FACE, and Yoongi’s D-DAY, it will be a race in two parts: a sprint then a marathon.
Please stay hydrated, take your vitamins, check your iron levels, take care of yourself, and prioritize the boys if they’re the reason you’re here. The competition will be fierce, solo stans will raise hell, and everyone will want a piece of him. It would be nice if the core fandom can manage to keep their heads on straight and focus on Jungkook.
Aside, JK’s sleepy Wlive reminded me of a VCR that’s haunted me for years.
This one:
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Maybe it’s the same sleepy pose, and the eyes…
Actually, the whole Serendipity MV comes to mind when I remember JK’s Wlive. And Jimin is the reason.
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Sigh, these men.
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sku11s1asher · 1 year
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cedric diggory x male reader
FEM DNI (or you’ll be blocked)
this was a one night stand thing so the reader doesn’t really show much emotion during their time w/ him. also, im very mad i had to rewrite almost everything because tumblr kept deleting it.
3/24/23 edit : WHY DIDNT NO ONE TELL ME THAT IT WASNT POSTED FULLY ?!?!!
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You and your friend R/N were getting ready for a party. You might’ve been taking too long as your friend was currently rushing you, “Please Y/N! You don’t have to take all day to get ready for a party that’s going to last like two hours.” You rolled your eyes at them, “Look, I don’t know about you but tonight is my night. I need to have some stress relief.” You heard a sigh before your friend plopped back on your bed.
Once you finally finished getting ready, you looked in the mirror, “I don’t know, this outfit-” “Oh my fucking god.” Your friend dragged you, they do not want to deal with your indecisiveness. You both left the dorm and headed to your car, “Since I decided to invite you to this party and stuff, I should be able to use the aux!” Your friend smugly said. “Right… if that’s so, have fun walking to the party.”
As soon as you and your friend got out of the car, you both got hit with a strong smell of alcohol. “Who’s party is this?” You asked them to which they shrugged their shoulders and replied, “I don’t know, I just heard about it.” You rolled your eyes, “What if we get killed here?” Your friend gave you a side hug, “At least we’d die together.”
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Shortly after that, your friend left with some person. After dancing for a bit you decided to grab a drink, unknown to you that someone was following you. You took a sip of your water and turned around to someone in your face. “Hey, pretty boy,” He smiled at you. You let out a small laugh, “Hi, handsome.”
“You had some good moves back there, you should show me a little more.” He smirked. You smiled, “What’s your name?” “Cedric.” “Well Cedric, I’d love to show you some more moves.” You said as you grabbed his hand. He said a quick ‘follow me’ and took you to a room. As soon as the door closed and locked it, he took off his shirt and sat on the bed patting his lap.
“You sure are eager.” You said to him as you took off your shirt, “Why wouldn’t I? Who wouldn’t love a personal dance from someone as beautiful as you?” Cedric replied. You sat on his lap and kissed his neck, you could tell he easily gets aroused since all you did was give him a small kiss.
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After some making out, grinding, and all that good stuff, you both decided you couldn’t wait any longer. He took off both of y’all’s pants, once he got yours off he started giving you small kisses here and there. “Did you prepare yourself at all before this?” He asked. “Yeah, I was hoping for something like this to happen.” He let out a slight laugh, “God, you are more of a slut than I am.”
He had your head shoved into a pillow as he was shoving his cock inside of you, “You feel so nice inside.” He whispered into your ear. Once he was fully in, he didn’t waste any time before he started pounding into you. You might’ve had a lot of other one-night stands but, this was one of the best so far. Your moans were muffled, but even if they weren’t, the party would’ve been too loud to hear them anyways. “You are taking me so well, princess-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence before cutting himself off with a groan.
He pulled out for a quick second to flip you over, “Damn- I’m getting close-“ he moaned out. You really couldn’t comprehend what he was saying as you were in cloud nine but, what you did know was you were about to cum. He took your cock into his hand to jack you off, soon after you came, he did too. After a couple minutes he slowly pulled out, throwing the condom into the trash next to the bed.
He calmed himself down before giving your chest a pat, “That was nice, maybe we could do it another time.” That was the last you heard from him as he got up and left. Once you were able to get your brain right, you threw on your clothes and grabbed your friend before they could go in a room with someone else.
“Is it time to go?” They asked. “Yeah, it’s getting late and I’m tired, plus I just had some amazing sex.” On the way back to your dorm, you and your lovely friend talked about what y’all did at the party, laughing at each other. You both were total sluts but, it’s okay.
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thanks for the request, i’ve never watched Harry Potter, so sorry if i made any mistakes.
@weepingsandwichenemy
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