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thequeendesi · 11 months

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Two Pink Lines

Title: Two Pink Lines

Alt Title: I’ve Heard Worse News

Warnings: swearing, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of bad childhood

Pairing: Fezco x Reader x Platonic!Ash (lil bro ash and big sis reader ftw)

Disclaimer: I don’t own you or the euphoria franchise. I own the writing.

Rating: PG I reckon

Word count: 2k

A/N: I haven’t written anything in three months! I hope this doesn’t suck! I’ve had so much going on lately! I’ve gotten into my own place w my bf, I had a car crash, a major pregnancy scare, and a job promotion lol. I’m doing alright rn, so I figured I’d take the chance and finally get something out again! Thank you all for being so so kind and patient w my inconsistent ass 😂 I genuinely love all of y’all!!

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You sighed, placing the test face down on the counter. Music playing from your phone to try and ease your nerves. Snooze by SZA playing low as you slipped down the wall. You pulled your knees to your chest as you allowed the song to play through, your brain running the entire time.

The jokes you made to your boyfriend, Fez, were just that. Jokes. In no way did you actually think you were ready for children. You had just graduated from East Highland less than a week ago.

Your childhood wasn’t the most pleasant. You had been living with your boyfriend since you two were 13 and 14. Fez was all you knew, and you were all he knew. You knew everything about him and his life. His grandma, his job, his brother. And you fit like a glove in all of it. His grandmother took you in with open arms and loved you as her own.

You didn’t know what you’d do with a baby, you didn’t know where it would fit into your current life. You worked at the local breakfast place, it was like a Waffle House, but called MeeMaw Judy’s Home.

Your mind drifted to Fez. He didn’t want kids. You knew for a fact because he always told you “keep it movin’ ma”, everytime you passed baby aisles. Hell, the two of you even had talked about it last night. As far as Fezco was concerned, he didn’t see a baby in y’all’s plans for at least another 4 years.

The song ended and you took a deep breath. You couldn’t begin to explain how long those 3 minutes were. “Alright.” You whispered to yourself as you stood up, turning over the test you stared at them. Two pink lines. You’re not even sure you’ve ever seen pink lines so dark.

“Fuck.” You whispered as you placed the test on the counter. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you said, voice cracking at the last fuck, tears welling in your eyes. You had false positives before, only for the next test to have been negative. But this time you knew you were pregnant. Nausea, fatigue, as well as paired with your period being late not one, but two weeks? Oh yea, your eggo is preggo.

Your thoughts ran to a complete halt as the door opened. “(Y/N)! Can you make waffles… what the fuck is all of this?” Ash asked, looking at the test on the counter. Your heart sank as you tried to explain. “Look, I just… just please get out. Please.” You pleaded, trying to push him out. “Hey, it’s ok. Stop stressin’. Y’a’int in trouble. Just… y’know. Take a deep breath.”

Ash grabbed your hand, thumb rubbing over your knuckles, a trait he picked up from Fez after he noticed it helped you calm down. “Ash, please. I need to think of how to tell Fez.” Ash shook his head before leading you to sit on the couch. “Worry about calmin’ your ass down first. You’re acting like your life is over. It’s just a baby.” Ash let go of your hand.

You felt yourself relax a little. How was he so calm? How is your life not over? Taking another look at the test, you grabbed it. “This wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” You walked out of the bathroom to the living room.

You sat on the couch and let go of the breath you were holding. “Why’re you so freaked out?” Ash asked, taking a seat next to you.

“Ash, you’re 14. I really don’t think any of this is your business. You’re too young.” You said, placing the test face down on the table.

“(Name).” Ash said plainly, looking at you.

“Okay. Fair.” You nodded, before taking a deep breath. You’re really about to vent to your boyfriend’s 14 year old brother? Well, it wouldn't be the first time. Ash looked at you as a mother figure, seeing as his only real one was incapacitated.

“Fez doesn’t want kids. Not now at least.” You

“Well, ya should’ve been safer, huh?” He crossed his arms. “What’s the plan (Y/N)?” Ash asked you, leaning back into the couch.

“I don’t know. Haven’t thought that far ahead. A minute ago I found out I’m…” The words got caught in your throat as you leaned onto the couch as well. “You think MeeMaw’ll let me bring a kid to work?” You half joked.

“I’ve seen what she allows, it wouldn’t surprise me.” Ash said, a small smile finding itself on his rather stoic face.

Mrs. Judy, or MeeMaw as you and everyone called her, was a kinder old lady. Standing at a firm 4’10 inches, she’s seen a thing or two. She was always kind to you, making sure you had food to bring home to the boys. She knew your upbringing and the conditions that landed you to who you became.

“When’s Fez supposed to come home anyways?” You asked Ash. “Not sure. He’s sellin’ at some kid’s party tonight. What’s her name, Kat, I think?” He shrugged. “He probably won’t be home until midnight then,” you sighed, rubbing your face, “gives me at least 2 hours to think about what I’m gonna do.”

“I got somethin’ you can do then.”

“Waffles?” You half-laughed, looking at Ash through your fingers. “I think we need to buy eggs and milk for it actually.”

“Damn.” He placed his arms next to his sides. “We can watch a movie?” You suggested. “I got Maddy’s Netflix.” You shrugged.

“Better than waitin’ around for nothin’.” Ash grabbed the remote and handed it to you.

Turning on a movie on Netflix, some random movie by Adam Sandler, who’s movies were yours and Ash’s favorite way to pass time.

He quickly tuned into it, but your eyes glued onto the white slender test. Millions of thoughts ran through your mind.

Was Fez gonna be mad?

Was he gonna leave? Or more so, make you leave?

Was he gonna tell you it’s ok?

Was he gonna marry you? God, what a thought. Marriage wasn’t a bad thing, by no means. When it works.

By 12, your mother had been married 6 times, and two of them were remarriages to your father. Screaming, crashing and crying was no stranger to you.

You remember the argument your parents had that led them to that final divorce and you into Fez’s home.

“(Mother Name)! What’s this shit? You’re pregnant? Again?!”

“I was gonna tell you! You went snooping through the trash? Are you fucking insane?!” CRASH, you heard as the test that was thrown at the picture frame that had a picture of you holding your half-brother. You sniffed the tears back as you packed your bag faster.

“You should’ve wrapped it if you didn’t want this shit!” She screamed at him. “Fuck that! You’re just as much to blame! Is it even mine, whore?!”

“Oh fuck you, you bastard!”

“No thank you! That’s how we landed here! Just go! Go and fucking take your goddamn mistakes with you!”

Mistake? That’s all your father thought of you?

“You act like I wanted to get pregnant again, or any time beforehand! I didn’t want these fucking kids anymore than you or Jerald and Will did! Besides, (Name) is the only one here!”

Nevermind, there was your mother being the way she was. You looked at the broken glass on the floor as you stood in the doorframe.

“I’m not going with her.” You stated, in your broken little voice. “You’re not fucking staying with me.”

“I wasn’t fucking planning on it.” You walked past your father. “The fuck are you going?” Your mother asked.

“Why do you care?” You grabbed the doorknob, the rest of your body turning to look at your parents. “I’m a mistake to both of you, so why is it such a big fucking deal if I just grant you both your wish of getting out of your hair?” You asked them, tears free-flowing down your cheeks.

“Why the hell did you have kids if you hate them?” You asked them. “Why do I have to be an adult when I’m 13?”

Your parents stared at you, expression unrecognizable. “Well, just so you know, I hate you guys. So don’t worry, the feelings aren’t one sided.” You opened the door and walked out, closing it behind you.

You used your finger to wipe the tear that began to slip down your cheek. You haven’t seen your parents since that day, hell, you don’t even know if they’re alive or dead. You sent a graduation invitation to the house your mother lived at, but received the initiation back with RETURN TO SENDER in red letters over your face.

You looked over at Ash, who was fast asleep with his head on your lap. You smiled a little at him, and your gaze returned to the test.

Your phone began ringing from the bathroom and you gently placed Ash’s head on the couch. He curled up in a ball as he got re-comfortable. You walked to the bathroom and grabbed your phone.

Answering the call, you placed the phone to your ear. “Hey ma.” Fez’s voice sounded like honey over the phone. “Hey baby.” You said, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you threw the box in the trash. “Ash ‘sleep?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You answered, walking back to the living room to grab the test.

“You good?” He asked into the phone as you heard his blinker. “Yea… no. I just… we gotta talk when you get home.” You answered, walking to the front door. “I’ll just meet you at the car so we can talk without waking up Ash.” You told him, hanging the phone up.

You walked to the front of the house and leaned against the gate. You put the test in your bra as you waited.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you watched the bright lights pull in front of you. Putting your head down you walked over to the passenger seat and got in.

“What’s wrong?” He looked at you, his hand moving to hold your face. His hand rested on your cheek as he made you look at him. “Whatever it is, ma, it’s gonna be aight.” He said, thumb stroking the soft flesh of your cheek.

Your lip quivered as you let go of the breath you were holding. “I’m pregnant, Fez.” You said straight out, taking the test out of your bra to hand to him, eyes drifting to the floor.

“Oh.” His hand leaves your cheek to grab the test, turning on an overhead light, he looks at it. “I’m sorry.” You sniffed, eyes welling with tears as you stared at your feet on the floorboard.

“Whatchu sorry for? This ain’t bad news. I thought you was finna tell me someone died.” He looked at you. “It ain’t like we knew it was gonna happen. Shit happens, ma. We’ll figure it out, somehow. Hell, grandma did.”

“You’re not mad?” You asked him. “I’m not thrilled. But that part ain’t important no more.” He took your face in his hands, test between his fingers. “You’re what’s important to me, ma. Without you, I don’t know where I’d be.” He kissed you softly. “We’re gonna have a baby. I’ve heard of worse news from you.” He said against your lips.

“I was scared you’d yell at me.” You confessed.

“Yell?” He pulled away from you. “Not about somethin’ like this.” He shook his head. “We got other shit to worry about rather than yellin’. Yellin’ ain’t gon’ get anything done other than stress my babies out.” He said simply.

“I got milk and eggs. Ash texted me.” He said.

“I guess I ain’t getting out of making them waffles, huh?”

“You figured you know better about that.” Fez half joked, grabbing the milk and eggs bag from the backseat.

“Now come on, I’m tired. It’s been a long night. We can talk more in the morning.” You patted his thigh and kissed his cheek.

He laughed a little and nodded his head. “Alright ma.”

#des’ writing #euphoria x reader #desi’s oneshot #desi’s writing #fezco x reader #euphoria fez #euphoria fezco x reader #euphoria imagine #fezco imagine

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parkerpeter24 · 5 months

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Hi sweetie! if you're taking requests I would like to request an imagine. The subway scene in TASM where Peter's hand gets stuck with a girl's shirt and it rips off 😂, similarly with MCU! Peter in his room the same thing happens with the reader? It's up to you if they are dating or bff. It's totally okay if you don't feel like writing it. Have a great day ☺️

love the idea! the ending’s bad, bye 😭

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader.

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peter was not at his own house– which he often wasn’t. so you didn’t care. may was trying to make shepherd’s pie for dinner and you could hear the simmering of oil and the chopping board being used.

peter’s bed was nice and warm. plus it smelled like him. you scrolled through your phone to pass the time until he was finally home.

suddenly you heard clattering from the kitchen, making you jump into action as you rushed to see what had happened.

“is everything okay?” you asked peter’s aunt.

she sighed, picking up a few utensils that had fallen down, “just a mishap, sweetie.”

“um, can i help?” you didn’t wait for a reply as you helped her pick up the scattered pots, placing them back in the small cupboard under the stove.

“can you get me the frozen peas from the refrigerator?” she asked kindly as she continued to stirr whatever was in the pan, “i think it needs a few more veggies.”

you followed her orders and soon enough you ended up with something that didn’t feel like tasting, “um... are we sure that-”

“we’ve followed the right recipe, it’s going to be alright.” she gave you a smile, “why don’t you go see if peter’s back, and we can have dinner.”

you nodded and quickly made your way to his room, with the purpose to warn him or what was about to come. the first thing you noticed when you entered his room was peter falling to the ground, just in his boxers.

you gasped, rushing over to your boyfriend and kneeling down, “peter, what happened? are you alright?”

he groaned and shuffled to sit up on the floor, “it was a hard day... at the stark internship.” he leaned his head against your neck.

“why are you um... not wearing anything?” you voiced your concern, feeling bad for the poor boy. he looked so tired.

neither you or may were a big fan of tony stark anymore. he had your favorite boy tired all the time.

“was trying to change.” he sighed, sitting back against the bed.

“you know what me and may ruined today? shepherd’s pie.”

he chuckled, shaking his head as he took a moment to gather himself, then got up. you got up with him, letting him place an arm around your shoulders as you walked him to his closet.

the second he tried to pull back his hand, you felt your t-shirt go slide down your shoulder. your eyes widened slightly, trying to pull the sleeve back up but it was as if peter’s hand was stuck to it.

he tugged again gently, seemingly panicking the same as you, “i’m sorry i...” you felt yourself being pulled towards him everytime he tried to take his hand off, “i’m so sorry.”

you just watched him trying to pull his hand back but nothing was happening. he groaned slightly and pulled back his hand harshly, sending a ripping sound resonating throughout the room.

you gasped, trying to cover yourself up as you were left in just your bra, the torn material of your t-shirt just stuck to his hand, “oh my god!” your arms crossed over your chest, hugging yourself as peter turned red.

he put his hand– which was stuck to your t-shirt– to his eyes, feeling his whole face warm up, “i’m sorry- i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to!” his voice was an octave higher as he continued to apologise.

“dinner’s getting-” you turned around to look at may and quickly rushed to hide behind peter as a yelp left your mouth.

peter looked at his aunt, only turning a brighter shade of pink as he understood what it must look like to a third person. he was standing in just his boxers and you– with your t-shirt stuck to his hands, “may, it’s not what it looks like-”

“you guys use protection.” she waved her finger at you two before closing the door after herself.

a smack landed peter’s head and he looked around, “ow!”

“don’t look at me!”

peter blushed even more as he turned away, letting you dig into his closet. you put on one of his t-shirts before facing him, “you’re shameless, aren’t you?”

“what did i do!?” he whined, “you can look at me in my boxers, but i can’t see your bra?”

you felt your face warm up, giving him a stern look, “i didn’t choose to strip out of my clothes here.”

“right.” peter sighed, “i’m sorry this happened, i’m just stressed...”

“peter.” you held his face gently, “there are ways other than sex to deal with stress.”

his eyebrows pulled together, “what? this has nothing to do with sex!”

you titled your head the slightest, “you don’t wanna have sex with me?”

“no!” his eyes widened when he watched your face drop, “i mean yes! i-i do. obviously, i do. when the time is right...”

“then why did you rip my t-shirt?” you looked confused and peter didn’t know where to run to.

“it happened, accidentally.” he sighed, trying to wave his hand around to let the piece of fabric go. it finally fell to the floor, “can we just stop talking about this now?”

“okay... put on some clothes and let’s go eat that shepherd’s die- i mean pie.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fluff #mcu #mcu spiderman #mcu peter parker

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leakyweep · 7 months

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Be Home Soon - Crocodile x afab!Reader

MINORS DNI

A/N: Well hello there 😌 I hope you all remember the poll from about a month ago (maybe longer)? Here’s your result! I love me some good old sand daddy. I hope you all enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation (m and f), use of nicknames (my desert flower/my flower), squirting

“I could tell you miss me.” His gruff voice reverberated through the speaker, your heart beat picking up, hands traveling over your body sensually. You had teased him all day, after all - sending him those naughty pictures of you posed on his desk, nothing but fishnets gracing your legs, touching yourself on top of his papers.

Having a home office was something you had never found a use in - as he just kept unimportant documents in it - but suddenly, alone and needy during his absence, a wicked idea had crossed your mind. You knew later you’d reap what you sowed, but right now, the adrenaline was just what you needed.”Yes, sir. Miss you so much,” you confirmed, fingers now playing with your hardening buds to his response, a grunt followed by a rustling.

“Tell me how much you missed me, desert flower,” his voice was laced in debauchery, that pretty noise left his throat- the one that told you he had just touched himself after freeing his hardness from his slacks. You imagined the way he was running his fist over the skin, stopping just at the end of the tip and his thumb teasing his slit.

“Well, s-sir,” you started, clit throbbing, being teased with your nails through the fabric of your underwear, “I sat on your desk and touched myself, and I kind of made a mess but it’ll get cleaned. I thought about your fingers inside me, fucking me like you do so good…” your voice was silky like velvet, words sending electricity through the man’s nerves to his cock, which was being choked quickly in his ringed hand.

“You won’t have to wait for me much longer, darling,” his sweet promise sent a shiver down your spine, lifting the baby hairs on the back of your neck. A pitiful gasp through the speaker and the man knew you had slipped your fingers past your underwear, teasing your needy cunt to his deep voice. The timber had always lit a fire in you, his words loving but resounding and menacing as he rasped them in your ear everytime he took you in any position. He always wanted you to hear him surround you in mind, body, and soul during your ardery, wanting to smother you with everything he had in order to make you squirm below him.

“Do you promise, Sir Crocodile?” You asked, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips, causing the man to huff indifferently, “You said that last time and didn’t have your dick inside me until three weeks later.”

Your filthy and merciless vocabulary always lit something different in him, and he felt his balls twitch at the unabashed words. “I promise, flower. I’ll be back in a week, and I’ll bend you whatever surface you’d like. I’ll take care of that little cunt, don’t worry. Right now, just focus on my voice while you touch yourself.”

His instructions pulled a whine from the back of your throat, digits teasing your entrance timidly. When you pushed two of your fingers in, your mewl of his name rang through his speaker, his head tipping back in turn.

He could see your face contrast in pleasure– the way your pupils blew with desire when he filled your core with his own thick fingers, the hot breaths that were now encircling his eardrums, like his favorite melody. He encouraged you as he began to relish in the wet sounds from his den den and his own crotch. His large hand was engulfing his throbbing length harshly now, unable to harbor the strangled noises emanating from his throat.

“Oh, how I wish this was your cunt, my flower,” he grunted, beginning to rut his hips into his fist quickly, his precum making great lube, “I can’t wait to fill you up so nice and good, have you bounce on my cock so dutifully as you do.”

Your pussy was making depraved noises from between your legs, but even Crocodile could hear the soft, squishy sounds from the speaker. “Pleease sir~ Please hurry and come home~” Your begging was getting more whiny the longer you shoved your fingers into your g-spot, focusing on the deep reverb of your partner’s voice to bring you to your climax. “I-I”ll do anything to show you how much I’ve missed you.”

“Anything?” An eyebrow quirked, and his smirk contorted as his eyebrows furrowed. He’d been imagining taking you from behind on his balcony, in the early hours of the morning when the first rays of morning were shining through the violet streaks of the previous night. He wanted nothing more than to show the world just who you belonged to, to place his hook around your throat and pull you towards him, raking his teeth down your neck as he slowly slid in and out of you, making sure you could feel everything he had to give you.

“A-Anything, Sir!” You gasped, your pussy spasming wildly around your fingers. You had pinched your clit in just the right way as you pressed into your sweet spot, your cunt squirting its sweetness all over the mahogany wood of Crocodile’s chair.

As soon as he heard that sweet mewl, he unraveled into his fist, groaning your name into the hot air of his cabin. His arousal spurts made a mess of his hand, and he cursed it all for you not being there to clean him off.

In the blissful silence that followed, you both caught your breath, falling back to earth after the intense orgasm that led you both reeling and missing each other even more than before. “I’ll make sure this ship gets home as soon as possible, my flower. I need to take care of your needy cunt sooner rather than later, it seems.”

#crocodile x reader #crocodile #one piece #crocodile x you #crocodile one piece #op #liv writes #spicy

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 1 year

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I saw your post about sending request I was wondering if you could write about pregnant reader x Jack harlow!

So she’s like 6 months pregnant and she’s horny all the time. When she was in her first trimester she wasn’t all about having sex but now she is! Her libido has risen a lot. Like everytime she sees him she needs him to fuck her into oblivion.

So like before he left for the studio to record he already gave her 2 orgasm. So it’s around lunch time and he tries to come back home to eat with her so she makes him lunch but also wants another orgasm or as many as he can give her in that short amount of time. When he’s done she’s begging him to stay home with her so they can go at it again.

Eventually over time he feels like she just wants him around only for sex and it gets kinda angsty.

(If you don’t feel comfortable writing it that’s okay)

Thank you

LUST • JACK HARLOW

GENRE: smut, angst

WARNING: NSFW

PAIRING: jack harlow x pregnant reader

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Enjoy

Kisses were trailed down your collarbone as you caught your breath. It was 10 in the morning and jack had just gave you two orgasms. You were heavily pregnant right now and your sex drive was through the roof. Ever since you reached 20 weeks you have been wanting sex like every other day. Jack totally understood and was happy to please you when you needed it.

“I gotta go to the studio baby.” Jack said as he laid down beside you. His hand was resting on your bump that was growing more and more as the weeks went by.

“Do you have to? I really want you to stay here.”

Jack looked at you with his ocean blue eyes and laughed. “yeah, I have to go baby. I gotta make some music before our peanut gets here.”

Jack climbed out of bed slipping on his sweats and shirt. You watched as he walked to the bathroom to get his day started. With a sigh your head fell back against the pillow. It was going to be a tough few hours with him away.

After Jack got ready he came to you and gave your belly and lips a kiss. He has gotten in to the habit of doing it lately and you were obsessed with it.

“I’m going to be back around 2 with lunch ok.”

You nodded and kissed him again. “have fun.” Jack smiled at you before walking out the room.

You Heard the front door close and you grabbed your phone off the table. You had a few hours to kill before jack returned from his time at the studio. You already missed him.

Those 4 hours passed by very soon. Jack left the studio and fulfilled his promise of having lunch with you. After grabbing some chick fil a he made his way back home. He unlocked the door to your house and walked in. He spotted you sitting on the couch eyes glued to the TV.

“baby I’m back.”

You looked away from the TV to jack who had just entered the living room. “oh good. I’m starving.”

Jack laughed, shaking his head. “I got you a milk shake too. I know how much you wanted one.” Jack sat down beside you and you gave him a kiss.

“Thank you. You’re the best husband ever.”

You and Jack started eating your chick fil a while watching Chicago PD. When you were all finished Jack threw everything in the trash. You watched him as he picked up everything. Out of nowhere you just got a wave of arousal. Being pregnant really made you get turned on by nothing but the bare minimum.

You stood up and walked over to jack who was in the kitchen. “you know watching you do all these things for me really got me turned on.”

Jack turned to you and shook his head. He had a little smirk on his face. “your sex drive is through the roof.” Jack said. He walked over to you, he softly pushed you back until you were against the counter.

“are you going to fix it?” you looked up at him with hungry eyes. Your core ached for his touch.

“of course I’m going to.”

Jack and you found your way back to the bedroom. You had removed your (well Jack’s) shirt and panties before laying on the bed. Jack got rid of his clothes before he climbed into the bed with you.

Soon his length was deep inside of you as he fucked you.

“no matter how much I fuck you you’re always so tight.” Jack grunted in your ear. You moaned at jacks words; his length filled you up as he thrusted into you over and over again at lightening speed. It wasn’t too long before you felt the burning sensation in your lower stomach.

Jack left wet kisses on your neck as you whined. He knew you were close by the way your uneven breathing has started.

“Going to come?”

You nodded slightly. Jack thrust into you a few more times before you came for the third time that day. After a few seconds jack came too.

A couple of minutes went by then jack pulled out of you. He got up out of the bed and went to put his clothes on so he could head back to the studio for the night.

Your high sex drive didn’t seem to disappear even after you got fucked by him for the third time today.

“ wait can we go another wrong before you leave?”

Jack turned to you as he button up his shirt. He let out a sigh. “I can’t baby, I’m sorry.”

Jack watched as you pressed your lips into a thin line. “ok. I’ll see you when you get back.”

Jack walked over to you and kissed you before kissing your belly like always. “I’ll see you later baby.”

Jack soon left for the studio leaving you at home.

Weeks had gone by and your sex drive still didn’t diminish. Jack didn’t stop having sex with you either. He loved being intimate with you, but lately he has been getting in to his head about all of this.

He felt like sex was all you wanted from him for at this point. He knew you were heavily pregnant and your libido was going to be very high, but the thought of you only wanting him for sex still lingered in the back of his mind. It was getting harder to push away the thought as time went by.

You were sitting on the couch watching as jack moved around in the kitchen. You have noticed his off emotions all week. He’s been avoiding your touch and you were getting sick of it. You needed to talk to him.

“Jack, can we talk?”

Jack nodded as he walked into the living room and sat down beside you on the couch.

“You’ve been off all week what’s wrong baby?” you looked at him and watched as he avoided your eyes and looked down at your bump.

That stung a little.

Jack sighed. “don’t take this hard baby but for the past few weeks I’ve been feeling as if you only want me for sex. I know it’s just a thought that pops up in my head for no reason. It’s not you I promise.”

Jack looked up at you taking your hand is his.

You felt horrible. He was so busy giving you your needs and wants and you never once stopped to think about his.

“jack I’m sorry.”

“baby, you di-“

“no! You’ve been putting my needs first and I haven’t been paying attention to yourself. Being pregnant isn’t an excuse.” You exhaled and brought your hand to Jack’s hair. His eyes stayed on yours as you resumed talking.

“I’ll relax on the sex, at least until the baby gets here. We can do other things like go to the park and stuff. What do you think?”

Jack slowly smiled. “ok.”

“ok! So should we go get chick fil a and go to the park?”

Jack pressed his tongue into his cheek acting like he was thinking. “hm I don’t know.”

“Jack! It’s for the baby.” You lied

“Ok fine. Anything for my bub.” Jack Leaned down and kissed your belly.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fluff

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xxlunar-0988-xx · 2 years

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Gotta love a good dork | Tao Xu

Just had an idea for a Tao Xu x reader fluff so I'm writing this posting it and fixing grammatical errors in the morning when i can actually read and write properly

In this AU Elle never had a crush on Tao even tho they are so cute together (so sorry for the Teller shippers)

Anyway-

Keywords: Y/n - your name

Tao Xu x gn!nerd!reader

Warnings: none just tao being a dork

(gif us not mine)

The sound of rustling leaves and the storm of clouds was heard from outside as y/n ran to their best friends house as the rain started to pick up, "God! Why'd i have to go while it's bloody raining!" Y/n cursed at themselves as they gripped on their big tighter as they were coming closer and closer to Charlie's place

They knocked on the door rapidly as Charlie's older sister opened the door, "You're soaking wet." She said in her normal monotone voice, "didn't notice." They said playfully rolling their eyes, "anyway I'm here for movie night." They said and Tori moved out of the way to let y/n in

---Y/n's pov---

(cuz it's easier)

I put my coat on the coat hanger and took off my boots, somehow i was dry, aside from some of the droplets on my pants and some on my shirt i was dry, "we'll talk to ya later Tori." I said running up to Charlie's room

I could hear slight arguing coming from inside, I'm assuming that Tao was fighting with someone over a movie, and there were lot of people he could fight with, i mean it was already enough with Charlie, Elle, Isaac and I, but with Tara, Darcie and Nick joining it was probably crazy in there

I knocked on Charlie's door and everyone seemed to quiet down, "do i have to enter a password or something?" I asked through the door as i could hear a couple of giggles from the other side

"come in!" Carlie yelled, i opened the door end went inside his room, "hi everyone!" I said enthusiasticly, "okay now that everyone is here we just have to choose a movie." Nick said, "how about this." Isaac said pointing to a comedy that all of us had seen over a thousand times, "nope, does someone else have any suggestions?" Elle said looking around as Tap scrolled down, i saw one of my favorite science fiction movies and pointed at it, "oh how about this one!" I said, "sure I've never seen it-" "y/n c'mon science fiction? Really?" Tao asked, unintentionally cutting of Nick mid sentence "yeah it's a good movie!" I said, "fine but on the next movie night I'm picking a movie?" Tao said and everyone else groaned

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Halfway in to the movie everyone was confused about the plot, "How does that even work?" Everyone was asking while watching the movie, confused about either the special effects or just the math in general, and i was the one that had to explain everything to everyone, well except for Isaac and Elle, they understood the plot easily because they actually payed attention to the movies small details

Everytime i would start to explain something to someone i could always feel a pair of eyes on my lips as i spoke, but i just brushed it off as my lips getting sore from all the talking

After the movie was over we all decided to head home since it was getting late, even tho it was the weekend but our parents would probably yell at us for staying up so late at a friend's house

Since Tao and i lived on the same block we starter to walk home together, luckily the rain by this time had stopped and there was only the smell of grass, leaves and fresh/ dirty water left of it

"so y/n..." Tao started, "Tao..." I teased looking towards him but stopped after seeing how tense he was, "something wrong?" I asked, "no! No just nervous that's all." He said, "about what?" I asked, "y/n i have to tell you something." Tao said, "what is it, you better hurry up cuz were about five minutes away from your house." I said looking at my phone to check the time, looking back at Tao i could see he was sweating, "ilikeyouy/noikeveryverymuch! (I like you y/n like very very much is what he said)"

I stopped for a moment letting the gears slowly turn in my head as i processed what he just said, as soon as I realized my shocked face soon trined in to a wide smile, "i- i- i know you- i know you probably- you probably don't feel the same- y'know what I'm just gonna- yeah bye." He said as he took a sharp turn towards a longer pathway to his house, "Tao wait!" I said as he turned around, i didn't expect for him to stop to soon so i ran in to him as he slipped on a wet leaf and fell down with me in to a puddle, i shivered at how cold it was and started to slightly laugh at our situation

Tao slowly picked up on the laughter as his sad frown slowly turned upside down as he started laughing at our inconvenience, "why are we-why are we laughing like maniacs?" I asked in between laughs, "i-i don't know!" Tao yelled as he laughed even more, making me laugh harder as my stomach cated to hurt

Out laughter slowly died down as i looked up at Tao with a loving smile

My eyes slowly widened and my cheeks turned pink as i noticed in what position we are, "o- oh I'm so sorry!" I said s i stood up and pulled Tao to his feed, "it's fine..." He said, his smile faded in to a frown

"Tao...

I love you to dork."

And that was all ladies and gentlemen, and the non-binary's hope you liked it! Anyway please leave some requests im bored ;-;

I'm gonna do the fixing up in the morning, it there is something that needs to be fixed up ofc

#tao xu #tao xu x reader

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uselessboss · 8 months

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Case 01 - (2/7)

Meetings are boring.

They sat on a chair for hours while wasting their time discussing things that went nowhere and were, quite frankly, very redundant and pointless.

It could have ended earlier if he came up with an idea to chime in but honestly? He couldn't be half-assed to try. It wasn't interesting enough to put the effort for it.

"Morrigan are you listening?" His boss scolded.

"Yeah yeah" he yawned, showing his perfectly detailed notes, neatly arranged with several observations. "Here, you can have it, I am going on a patrol"

"Wait just a min-"

He exited the room.

From the window, because he knew his boss couldn't follow him from a fall of the second floor.

"GODDAMIT MORRIGAN!"

He snickered to himself as he made a run to his car.

He knew that as much as his boss screamed at him he wouldn't even think of firing him because he brought too much prestige with his good work to be worth it.

"Hum... A call for armed robbery at a nearby convenience store? Not the most exciting thing to do, but eh, better than nothing I guess" he shrugged as he checked the call from his car.

Life as a cop really wasn't as exciting as movies made it to be.

"...Thank you for coming so quickly!"

“I heard there was a robbery here?”

“Yes, a young man just robbed my store”

“Did you see his face?”

“…No, he demanded to keep my face down all the time or else he would shoot me" the cashier denied.

"Oh?" he stared at the boy in interest.

Paranormal sensitivity was a power that allowed souls to... "Connect" in a way. It was what allowed people like him to sense and experience other's emotions and feelings.

And this boy's feelings were a mess.

Fright and anxiety. Probably from the experience of being a witness at the robbery.

Jittery and... Cowering. He winced everytime the owner of the establishment looked at him and he picked a sense of ressentment from the owner himself whenever he did so.

Oh so that was how it was.

He could guess what had happened: The owner was assaulted by the robber and the boy, being wise enough to hide and not put himself at risk, but being too upstanding to simply leave recorded everything to help the victim only for his good will to be rewarded by a screaming person being angry at him and blaming him for "not doing anything to help".

“… Here" the boy gave him his cellphone.

“Hummmm… I see…”

The boy did a great job at recording and taking pictures.

The culprit was young, in his late teens by his calculations, well bred and wearing clothes that were new and likely from an expensive brand.

Targeting a small store and being absolutely smug and bragging about it. It was pretty obvious that the kid was nothing but a dumb and empty headed spoiled brat.

A well-off spoiled brat.

"I will need to take this as evidence young man"

“A-Ah wait!” the boy spoke, his body trembling even more “I use this cellphone for work so I might need to send a message to them so they know that I won’t be available at this number for a while"

"Of course"

He analyzed the kid as he clumsily tapped on his cellphone.

Oversized and worn down clothes, small frame, a disposition of an easily frightened animal.

The scarf was pretty new however.

"Pretty scarf" he commented.

"Ah... Yes, someone gifted it to me" he replied with some reluctance. "...Here"

"Thank you" Morrigan nodded. "Do you have an address so I can drop it back later?"

"I... I don't have one" the kid fidgeted.

"Hum... By the look of your clothes..." he hummed. "Kid, are you perhaps homeless?"

The kid winced.

"How could you afford a phone like this one then?"

"I didn't steal it!" he frantically waved off. "My boss saw that they didn't have a way to contact me so they gave me a spare cell phone for use, I swear!"

"Don't worry I belive you kid. I doubt you would have the balls to rat out a fellow scroundel if you weren't innocent" Morrigan chuckled. "Well, I will still need some of your personal information to write it down on the case alright?"

But before that, a very fast swipe of his finger to disable the signal of the cellphone.

"I'm pretty lucky today~" Morrigan hummed as he erased the message the kid, Safir, had sent. "The person he had sent the message for didn't get to read it"

He wrote a new message, the contents similar to the first one that was sent.

With less details of course.

If asked there would be no way to prove that it wasn't the intended message, what with the proximity between the time they were sent. The first erased message would simply come off as erasing a "mistake" from the owner's part.

He also made sure to thoroughly check every speck of the phone. From internet history, to messages in open and his list of contacts which was quite easy when there was only 2 people in his list of contacts. Kid had no social life nor family to speak of.

"Let's just finish writing this part aaaand we are done" he closed the tab of the report. "Leaving out the evidence from the kid of course, which will be safely stored in my own phone, just in case"

Now it was time for the second part of his plan.

From what he could gather from the evidence, the eyewitness account and the lack of registered cases involving the culprit when he searched him up in the police's database he could assume that either it was the first time he had commited a crime or a someone wiped that clean for him.

By how at ease he was acting according to the recording he would assume the later.

"How naughty~ Exiting a club" His lips curved mischiveously as he opened his car's door.

He walked quick steps, approaching his target, who was too distracted(and wasted) to noticed him, casually dropping an arm around his shoulders and startling him.

"W-Who are you?" he stuttered, slurring his words.

"I'm trouble for you" Morrigan smiled. "Mr. Simmons I will have you accompany me for a small pal chat ok?"

"W-Why would I?! What do you want with me asshole?!" Simmons threw off his arm, strumbling backwards.

"A cop that wants to have a chat with you about a certain armed robbery"

The culprit made a movement, probably to pick his gun, but he was no match for him.

He was, after all, a wasted untrained civillian against a well trained cop.

A cop that had access to strength and reflexes far superior to a common human at that.

"So, now that there was no risk from either part to act uncivillized let's have a nice chat at my car" he dragged the boy to his car.

"Let me go asshole!" Simmons tried to free himself from the grip on his arm without success.

"Question" He threw Simmons on the backseat of the car, placing himself in front of him. "Who paid the cops to scrub your slate clean? You or your parents?"

"Wha-"

"I can tell it wasn't your first time kid" he grinned. "Well, guessing by how easily flustered you got I doubt you have any balls or brains to bribe an officer so let's skip the small pleasantries and cut straight to the chase: "

"Bring me to the real grown ups so we can reach an... 'Understanding'".

"What do you think you are doing with my son?!"

"I kindly brought him back home after he got totaly wasted" he threw him on the floor. "Also I wanted to talk a bit about your son's last mischief~ You shouldn't let kids play around with guns you know? They could end up being shot"

"... How much do you want?"

"Whoa! An immediate response! You are quite used to this huh~?" he laughed. "To bribing cops that is"

"Your price" the old man rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed and dismissive of him.

"Let see...1111 bucks?"

"... Only that small amount? Also what's with the odd number?" he scoffed.

"So we know you paid your taxes"

" "We" ?"

"Wiping your kids' butt is nasty so we want a small tip for our trouble" he whistled. "If we have to keep doing this every time then you might as well as pay the fee for it, you have to transfer 1111 bucks for each one of us, me and my pals"

"What?!"

"It's only fair, because the kid royally screwed up BIG time here: He got an eyewitness, a nice profile picture and even a recording of his actions" he played the video, father and son getting pale. "It's already on the database so I advise you to pay it quickly so I can erase it before anyone else notices it~"

His smirk widened as he saw the older man glare at him, grip tightening around the gun he had returned to him.

"Don't even try anything. Even if you manage to bribe someone else our system registers who accessed the information on the database so they will just be found out if an internal investigation occurs" he waves his finger.

Not that they could even be able to do anything to him in the first place anyway.

As soon as he clicked the door of his car shut he let out the laugh he was holding out.

He could have extorted them for far more money and have him be the sole receiver of it.

But what can he say? He was a simple man with simple desires. He didn't really have any needs nor desire for extravagances.

Besides, what he truly craved is to challenge any semblance of "false power".

Power others thought they had to dictate, order and restrain him. Stiffling rules, authority or any metric of empty might to lord over him.

Threatening them for what was pocket change was nothing but a way to mock their power. To show them how worthless and meaningless it meant to him.

"Good. Now I just need to track down the other corrupt cops"

Just in the case of him needing to play it off as an operation to out rotten eggs. The prestige could be nice.

"Even if the old fart doesn't take the bait to send money for me to track at least I have a recording of our talk" he chuckled as he played the audio of their transaction.

It wasn't an issue for him to be in it as long as he was the one to present the proof himself.

After all, innocent people have no intent to hide anything~

#my useless invincible boss #svi morrigan(useless boss)#safir(useless boss)

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christowhore · 3 years

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First Class Fantasies

pairing: dadsbestfriend!steve rogers x wilson!fem!reader (modern au)

summary: steve has noticed your crush on him for a while now, and he decides it's time to have some fun with it. not even caring that his best friend, your father, was only a few feet away.

word count: 4.6k

warnings: smut, age gap (reader 21, steve 45) playful teasing, dirty talk, use of pet names, daddy kink, innocence kink, dumbification, public fingering, mile high club ?, panty stealing, finger sucking, degradation, praising !!! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI !!!

notes: i'm in love with dbf!steve so i just had to write this. also this has been sitting in the drafts for long enough. i hope you all enjoy ! 💗

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It was tough being a Wilson. There were so many expectations you had to meet, events you were dragged to alongside your father, moments you missed out on with friends.

But one of the hardest was having constant contact with none other than Steve Rogers.

You shouldn't have a crush on your fathers best friend, but it was hard not to.

Everything about him made you weak in the knees. His adorable smile, his piercing blue eyes, the fact that he towered over everyone with his 6’4” frame.

The first time you met him was right before you left for college, at the going away party your father insisted on throwing for you. With a neatly wrapped present in hand, he stepped into the foyer of your family house and instantly took your breath away.

It didn't help when he greeted you- his warm palm placed gently against the small of your back, pulling you into him; while his lips placed a soft kiss to the side of your cheek. Thankfully your dad wasn't around to take notice of you unfolding into a stuttering mess.

Ever since that day, you were smitten by him. Always wondering how he was doing, if he might be seeing someone- but more importantly how his lips would feel elsewhere on your body. But you knew due to the age difference, as well as him being buddy-buddy with your dad, that nothing would ever happen between you two. So you did your best to just ignore him. Thankfully, you had college classes to aid you in your efforts. Though those efforts would soon come to an end.

Living in your own studio apartment, a few blocks away from campus, you were packing up your belongings to head back home. It was the end of your junior year and as per the agreement you made with your father, you had to leave D.C and head back to New York to spend time with him during the summer.

Going back to the city wasn't all that bad. Being the daughter of the Chief Financial Officer for Stark Industries had its perks. Your own personal driver, unlimited spending sprees, constant fine dining, you enjoyed the spoiled life.

But one thing you couldn't get used to was the endearing man who awaited you back in the city. You just couldn't shake the nervousness that filled your body knowing that you were going to reunite with Steve. He had this friendly, yet intimidating demeanor that always took you by surprise. The way he’d look at people, you swore he was searching into their souls in order to find some unspoken secret about themselves.

During the flight back home, leaving Howard University behind, your thoughts were continuously plagued with the blonde Adonis.

Once your plane landed, you made your way to baggage claim to grab your belongings before heading out to the terminal entrance. You stood there waiting for your usual driver, Peter, to come and pick you up as scheduled.

You were switching through apps on your phone when suddenly you noticed a black town car pull directly in front of you. Before you had the chance to move out the way, the backseat window pulled down, causing you to gasp at who was revealed to you.

“Everytime I see you, little one, you keep getting bigger and bigger. I’m gonna need to find you a new nickname.”

Steve beamed at you, the smile reaching his eyes. He reached for the door handle before stepping out of the vehicle, alongside his own driver. You were so focused on the man in front of you, you didn’t realize your luggage was being transported into the trunk.

“H-hi Steve,” your words fumbling out due to the effect he still had on you.

He peered down at you, both hands resting on his hips. “I haven’t seen you in months and all I get is a ‘hi’?” Before you could respond, he pulled you into him, your face buried into his firm chest. You absentmindedly breathed in his aroma, the scent of his cedarwood cologne made you feel dizzy with want.

Even in his usual attire of a three piece suit to assert his power as C.O.O, you could still feel the taut muscles of his abdomen pressing against you. The feeling made your clit throb, forcing you to suppress the moan threatening to bubble out.

Steve pulled away from you, but kept you close, close enough to where you could feel his warm breath fan across your face. “How was your flight? I know how you don’t like flying that much.”

“Everything was fine. Still a little anxious,” you began, not daring to look the blonde in his eyes, “but glad to be back on the ground.”

Steve noticed your lack of eye contact, a smirk trying to make its way across his features- because he knew all about your little crush on him.

Whenever you were back home from college, he couldn’t get enough of your wandering glances when you thought he wasn’t looking. The way your breathing would become erratic, your pupils blown, anytime he’d look directly into your eyes or down at your soft and enticing lips.

His flirtatious and intense demeanor was intentional- he just loved watching you squirm. The way your bottom lip would get caught in between your teeth, your thighs slyly rubbing together to try and quell the ache between them whenever he was in your presence. Your nervousness and obvious desire-filled gaze only spurred him on.

He knows that you’re his best friend's daughter, but his cock would strain against his pants anytime he was near you.

Steve would make sure to be there anytime you came back home from university, putting priorities on the back burner, just to be in your presence.

Hooking his index finger, he used it to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look up at him. “Don't worry little one, as long as you’re with me, you’ll be safe and sound,” he promised, his voice dropping an octave.

You stood there locked in a trance with Steve. You couldn’t help but audibly gasp at the proximity of his mouth near yours. Thoughts of how his lips would feel against yours ran through your mind as per usual.

Steve quickly pulled away from you and opened the car door, acting as if nothing had happened, “Well, as much as I’d like to spend some more time with just the two of us, your dad awaits.”

Snapping out of your perverse thoughts, you clambered into the vehicle with Steve following close behind.

Once inside, he ordered his driver to head to your fathers penthouse, then raised the partition, giving the two of you privacy.

You tried to keep your heart rate steady but was finding it difficult due to Steve being so close to you. His warmth radiated off of him, making you feel absolutely cozy in the confined space.

Steve watched as you stared out the window, the angle allowed him the glorious sight of your elongated neck. All he wanted to do was trace his lips against it, hearing your moans of desire.

Leaning over, he placed his palm against the back of your hand, the action making you jump.

He couldn’t control his chuckle at your reaction, “Sorry to scare you little one, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You tried to respond, but the feel of his warm palm added with his thumb slightly stroking your hand had you at a loss of words. So you did the only thing you were confident you could do, and simply nodded at him.

The rest of the car ride to your father was silent, except for your slight heavy breathing. All you could focus on was the feel of his hand, and how it never left your own for the rest of the journey.

After arriving home, you reunited with your father, the moment brief due to him being called back into the office.

You made your way towards your childhood room to get changed for dinner that he had planned for your return that night.

Summer in Manhattan was humid, so you opted to wear a cream sundress, the silk material stopping right at your mid thigh.

When you were finally dressed, you went downstairs to meet Peter who would be escorting you to the restaurant. “Evening, Ms. Wilson,” the brunette squeaked towards you while holding the backseat door open.

“I’ve told you this a million times Peter, you can just call me (Y/N).”

“Sorry ma’am- (Y/N).” An apologetic look etched on his face made you smile.

It was only a five minute drive before you were stopped in front of the establishment. Once you stepped inside and gave your name to the hostess, you were directed towards the back of the restaurant. There your eyes landed on not one but two gentlemen.

“Hi dad,” you greeted your father with a kiss on the cheek, “Steve.”

With Sam in his presence, he had to restrain himself from reaching out to feel every inch of your delectable figure. So he kept it minimal and stuck to his usual greeting, a hand to the small of your back and a peck on the cheek. “Hey (Y/N). Sam offered for me to tag along, if that’s alright with you.”

Dinner went smoothly. The air filled with laughter and your father’s usual exaggerated stories. You were finishing up your dessert when your father slid an envelope towards you, showcasing a toothy smile.

“What’s this?” you pondered, thumbing the envelope open.

“Well, you finished junior year on the Dean’s List, again. So I thought you deserved this.”

Opening up the envelope, you reached inside and was greeted with airplane tickets. Looking at the details, you realized they were round trip tickets to Saint Lucia.

You couldn’t contain the squeal of excitement at the gift. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Launching up, you embraced your father and felt his own laughter rumble out of him.

“Don’t thank me, it was a team effort,” your father began, nudging the blonde in the shoulder, “We both thought you could use the vacation before you started senior year.”

Unlatching yourself, you went over and repeated the same actions towards Steve. “Thank you Steve.”

He felt your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress against his chest. The feeling made him desperate to know how they’d feel against his tongue. “It’s no problem, anything for you doll.”

Once you sat back down, you looked at the flight details and saw that there were 3 boarding passes. “Oh, are you coming with us Steve?” Hope clearly evident in your voice, making him smile.

“Yeah, just like you, I could use the break. Time away from the office is just what we need, right Sam?” Steve joked with your father while he nodded in agreement.

He watched Sam excuse himself to the bathroom, leaving the two of you at the table. Steve watched you as a smile was plastered on your face while you read the itinerary.

You felt an intense gaze on you making you look up, meeting Steve’s glance. “T-thank you again, Steve. I’ve always wanted to go here.”

Steve shone a sincere smile at your comment. Reaching out, he placed a hand against your exposed left thigh, his fingertips dangerously close to your core. He began to subtly stroke the soft expanse of your thigh, each rise getting closer to your warmth.

“Anything for my best girl,” he cooed, admiring the way his simple action had you frozen in your seat. “You stay in school, get amazing grades, you’re never in any trouble. Such a good girl for your father. I am so proud of you princess.”

The sudden praise that left his lips caused you to squeeze your knees together, trapping his fingers in between your thighs. You thought he was going to remove them, but he just squeezed the flesh between his hands. It was when you felt his pinky trace against the dampened crotch of your panties, that you let out a breathy moan. The sound raised the hairs across Steve’s body and made his dick twitch in his slacks.

Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Sam emerge from the bathrooms and head back towards them. Steve removed his hand and stroked his beard, acting as if nothing had happened.

“So (Y/N),” Sam began as he sat back down, “You thought about all the things you wanted to do once we’re down there?”

Steve watched as you tried to form a coherent sentence, still too flustered at his actions.

While you were conversing with your father, Steve brought the pad of his moist digit to his mouth, elusively tasting your essence that clung to his finger. It was only a drop, but your sweetness quickly sent him into a frenzy, and he knew he needed to taste you a little bit more.

It had been 3 weeks since that dinner and you were heading towards the airport, sitting next to your father. Your father insisted on taking a red eye flight so that you could arrive at Saint Lucia in the morning, planning for the sun to greet you when you all land on the island.

Once the two of you arrived and made your way inside, you were greeted with the sight of Steve.

Forgoing his usual attire of tailored suits, Steve was dressed in a pair of fitting blue jeans. A navy bomber jacket fit snug around his arms overtop a white tee that defined every ridge of his muscles underneath.

“You two ready to start our vacation?”

After dropping off your luggage and showing your boarding passes, the three of you made your way towards first class. Upon inspection, you saw that two seats were together in their enclosed space, leaving one to be seated by a stranger.

“I can sit with (Y/N),” Steve piped, “You know how anxious she gets when flying.”

“Thanks man,” your father said before turning to you. “It’ll only be a couple of hours, okay?”

You nodded along to your father, “Yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t you worry.”

Steve helped you put your carry on in the overhead compartment before sliding in beside you.

The exhausted flight attendants did their required monologues before the aircraft took off, lifting you into the sky.

You hadn’t realized your eyes were clamped shut and you were grasping onto the arm rest until Steve caressed your hand. “It’s okay princess, the hard part is over. You can relax now,” his smooth voice calmed your frayed nerves, allowing you to sink into the plush seats.

The stewardess began to pass out blankets to every occupant before powering down the overhead lights, the plane darkened only being lit with various phone and laptop screens from other passengers.

“These blankets are pretty big, do you wanna just share one?” Steve questioned, hopeful that you would say yes, which you did.

He draped the material over your lower half, making sure you had plenty of room before covering himself.

You sat up and looked towards your father, who was already fast asleep. “Of course he’s already down for the count. He can sleep through anything.”

Steve looked over to make sure his best friend was sound asleep before filthy thoughts plagued his mind.

“You know, if you want,” Steve began, leading his hand under the blanket to rest upon your bare thigh, “I know of a way that could get you to sleep soundly.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared up at the man. “Steve, I-“

“Shh, princess. Don’t want to wake him up now do we?”

You shook your head at him while trying to not squeeze your thighs once more.

“I know all about your little crush on me. You think I can’t tell how wet I make you with just a simple look.” Steve began to caress your thigh making your body feel hot from his touch.

“You can’t even look at me without turning into a stuttering mess,” he mocked you, his teasing touch sending shockwaves throughout your body.

He leaned towards you, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear while his breath danced along the nape of your neck. “Y’know, you may be a smart and studious girl, but to me you’ll just be a dumb little slut that I have wrapped around my finger.”

A loud gasp escaped your lips at his crude words before you could clamp your hand over your mouth.

Steve removed his hand from you once more causing a pathetic whine to leave you, but still maintaining his close proximity. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, you silently begged him to keep his previous motions going.

“If you want it, I need to hear you say it,” he whispered to you, “Beg for it.”

Your chest rapidly rose and fell due to the events unfolding. This was the moment you’ve been waiting for for years, now that you finally have it, you weren’t going to pass it up.

“Please, Steve. I need you. Please touch me.”

Upon hearing your pleas, Steve twisted his body to bring his left hand down towards your legs, his right hand intertwining with yours. Moving his hand underneath your skirt, he was met with the same wetness he felt back in the restaurant.

“Be quiet, don’t make a sound, or I’m removing my hand and you’ll have to finish yourself off, do you understand me?” his authoritative voice had you nodding in a frenzy.

Steve slipped his finger into your panties, pushing them to the side so he could open you up to him. “Spread your legs for me some more.”

Complying with his request, you spread your legs as wide as possible in your chair.

“Good girl,” he purred, “Always so good for me.”

Your right hand flew to your mouth once again to suppress the moans threatening to escape. Steve’s index finger traced through your slick folds until it reached your puffy mound. He softly circled your clit, smiling as he felt you buck into his touch.

“Such a needy little thing, I’m guessing it’s been a long time since somebody’s touched this sweet cunt, huh?”

Steve felt your body stiffen at his words. Looking up, he watched you avoid his eye contact and that’s when reality struck him. “Oh.”

Steve knew that you had always focused on schoolwork, never seeking out romantic partnership. But he assumed that would've changed once you had gone off to college and was free of your fathers watchful eye.

“Let me guess, saving yourself for me princess?” Steve joked.

It was true. Whenever you thought about getting intimate with someone, your thoughts would be riddled with images of Steve. You could never see yourself laying down with anyone else but him, so you wishfully held on to your virginity, in hopes of this rare moment occurring.

Forcing yourself to look into his crystal blue eyes, you meekly responded, “Yes Steve, all for you.”

Carnal desire flooded the man at your confession.

He cupped your heat with his entire hand, soaking his palm in your juices. “Fuck princess, I can’t wait to ruin you.”

You felt a slight pressure at your opening, causing you to squirm away in your seat. “It’s alright, doll, just relax for me.”

Taking a deep breath, you calmed your nerves.

Steve soaked his digits more in your essence before sticking his thick index finger in your sopping hole. He was met with obvious resistance which he powered through until meeting your spongy spot deep within.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” you breathlessly moaned out.

“I know sweetheart,” Steve cooed in your ear, “Feels so good, doesn’t it? Feels like heaven having my finger deep inside your tight cunt.”

He continued to pump his digit inside of you, the muffled sounds of your squelching heat brought a smile to his face.

You felt every ridge of his finger inside of you. It was a strange feeling at first, but the way he was curling it had your eyes crossing. The discomfort faded away, now all you wanted was more. “Please Steve,” you pleaded out.

“Aww princess, do you need more of Daddy's fingers fucking your filthy cunt?”

You did everything in your power not to scream out your pleas to the man next to you. “Yes, Daddy. I need more.”

Steve's cock was already testing the material of his briefs, but the way ‘Daddy’ rolled off your tongue had him close to ruining his jeans.

Not giving you any warning, he shoved his middle finger alongside your heat. A loud moan made its way into the air, halting his actions.

The two of you rapidly looked around, hoping that no one heard you. Steve looked forward at Sam and sighed in relief when he saw he was still fast asleep.

“Looks like fun time is over sweetheart,” he sighed before he began to remove himself from you. His actions were halted when he felt your hand latch onto his wrist.

“Please don't stop. I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to!”

Steve shook his head, “Princess, I had the one rule and your dumb brain couldn't even follow that.” Frustration was evident in his hushed tone.

You were riddled with so much need and desire that tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Please, I’ll be good. I promise.”

He didn’t want to stop, not after he saw how hot you looked when he was stroking your g-spot. But he needed to make sure you didn’t disobey him again. Pretending to ponder his thoughts, he looked at you, “Fine, but you only get one more chance. Okay, princess?”

You frantically nodded, desperate for him to resume his lewd actions.

“Good girl,” grinned the blonde, “but I just need to do one more thing to make sure not a peep comes out.”

Steve moved his hand to the top of your panties before tugging at them. He raised an eyebrow, a silent request sent your way to lift your ass from the seats to assist his efforts. Once the flimsy material was down your legs, he brought them out from under the blankets and balled them into his fist. “Open up.”

Opening up your jaw, you watched as he stuffed your wet panties into your mouth, muffling all sounds that dared to come out.

Looking up at Steve, you could barely see his face but you could see that his pupils were completely blown out, almost all of the usual blue gone.

“Now, where were we?”

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he shoved the two digits back into your cunt, a slight burn ran through your core.

His pace was brutal, desperate even. Steve needed to watch you unravel before him. He needed to be the first man to make you cum; glad that you never let any of those young college boys try- and inevitably fail, at helping you reach your peak.

Steve felt you lace your fingers back with his free hand and squeeze, in an effort to try and balance yourself.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing such a good job for me.”

Feeling daring, he prodded his ring finger and sank it within you along with the others. “Oh fuck, baby. Your pussy is squeezing the life out of my fingers, can’t even imagine how it’ll feel once I get my cock inside of you.”

The tears that filled your eyes prior began to fall due to the immense pleasure you were experiencing. “Mhm, ughh,” you tried speaking but it only came out of a mumbled mess.

“Don’t overwork that stupid brain of yours baby. Just focus on cumming on my fingers, that’s all you need to worry about right now.”

Steve could tell you were close with how your walls were contracting against him, so he went all in, in an effort to get you creaming around his fingers.

Raising his thumb, he applied just the right amount of pressure to your little numb and began circling it.

The insane amount of glee you began to feel was indescribable. Your head tilted back, your eyes crossed, your thighs that began to close were suddenly held back Steve’s legs, leaving you helpless against his attacks.

Steve noticed dribbles of drools leak from the side of your mouth, a cheshire-like smile had his cheeks sting at the expanse.

Leaning directly until his lips ghosted your ear once more, he softly spoke.

“That’s it baby.”

“Be a good girl and cum on Daddy’s fingers.”

“Once you cum on my fingers, the next time it’ll be wrapped around my thick cock.”

“Don’t think, let your mind go dumb like it’s supposed to.”

“Cause that’s all you really are, right?”

“My dumb. Mindless. Little. Slut.”

The newfound sensation hit you like a truck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Your toes curled in your platforms. Nose, eyes, and mouth contorting, trying to work through your orgasm.

Steve picked up on a scream about to escape you, so he unlaced his fingers from yours and clasped his hand over your mouth, preventing you from waking up the whole plane.

Locking his eyes with yours, he continued to finger fuck you through your release. “That’s it. That's it, princess. You did so well for me.”

As you came down from your high, the feeling started to become too much, overstimulation taking hold. You began to squirm away from his touch, causing him to chuckle before removing his digits.

When he brought his hand out from under the blanket, you saw his fingers soaked in your essence, shining from the stray lights littered across the plane.

Steve popped his index and middle finger into his mouth, groaning at your sweet taste; his eyes shutting in the process. “You taste so fucking delicious,” he mumbled through his fingers.

You watched as he lapped every drop of your juices from his digits before he looked back at you.

He took away his hand from your mouth and pulled out your soaked panties. “Here, have a taste,” Steve spoke before shoving his ring finger down your throat.

You were caught off guard due to the sudden intrusion, but regained your senses while sucking yourself off of his finger. Your tongue glided across the digit, gulping down your essence.

Steve watched with contentment as you cleaned him up. He saw how your eyelids were hooded, indicating you were exhausted from your release.

Pulling his finger from your mouth, he grasped your jaw to direct your face to his, his thumb wiping away your stray tears. “I hope you know I plan on taking you apart every chance I get during this trip, princess. Now get some sleep, we have a big week ahead of us.”

Leaning back into his chair, he stuffed your panties into his jeans and laid his head against the headrest.

You were so overwhelmed with fatigue that you had no trouble getting to sleep. Resting your head against the blondes shoulder, you drifted away, a content smile on your face.

Steve sat back and enjoyed your warmth; forcing himself to forget all about his own aching and leaking cock. He knew there was no going back now. He had a taste of you and instantly became hooked. Just like he ruined all men for you, you ruined all other women for him.

With his thoughts filled with you, he let sleep consume him and the promise of an eventful trip with you by his side.

A/N: i wrote this when i should’ve been finishing my 9 other wips, but here we go. y’all know in crazy rich asians, how they had the semi private enclosed seats. that’s where this takes place.

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the babysitter 0.3 - mason mount

this is the third and final part to the single dad!mason x babysitter reader story. you can find part one here, and part two here. i just want to say a huge thank you for the support on this mini-series, i’ve enjoyed writing it so much and single dad!mason will always have a special place in my heart. i hope it’s everything you hoped it would be <3

story summary: in which, after his ex-fiancee and your best friend, ashley, walked out on mason and their two year old daughter, gabriella, you’ve been babysitting her while mason goes to important events, and after a heated night, things get complicated.

warnings: swearing, soft, protected, fluffy sex, a bit of cockwarming i guess? swearing, argument, that’s about it i think? this is very very cheesy. hasn’t been proofread.

requests are closed. for reference, about eight weeks have passed since the last chapter. dedicating this to everyone who love’s single dad mason as much as me and all my sexy mutuals <3

your laptop sat open in front of you, your notebook full of doodles as you sat on the phone with your mother in the quiet cafe that was adjoined to the library, watching everyone pass in front of you picking up books they liked the look of or books they needed for school; and everytime she spoke you stifled a yawn.

the sun beamed through the window beside you, and everytime you turned your head to the side, even slightly, it made you squint. you always chose the worst possible seat in the cafe, it was either too loud, too messy, too quiet, and now you had too sunny to add to that list. you stifled another yawn.

“i promise i’ll come down and visit at the weekend, okay? we can cook a roast and i’ll listen to all your stories about paula,” she sighed, but ultimately agreed to your offer with a soft tone of voice, “okay mum, i’ve really got to go. yeah, i love you too, bye.”

the cafe was quiet now, after an after-school rush from all the school children that made you lose complete concentration, it was now back to its usual quiet atmosphere which you were thankful for. there was a couple in the corner sipping on iced coffee, a man in his fifties was sat at the counter with a newspaper, and then there was you, on your third coffee of the day as you tried desperately to power through this portion of your essay.

coffee didn’t help with your exhaustion anymore, you’d drank too much of it in the last month for the caffiene to have any affect on your body, but that didn’t stop you from drinking it. you brought the cup to your lips and continued making notes, your fingers slapping down on the keys too loud for their own good.

you knew, sooner or later you would have to pack up and leave. your headphones were hanging on their last thread of battery, and your laptop was overheating so much it might as well have packed in on you then and there. through the low music coming through your half-dead buds, you heard pushchair wheels and a small childs giggle. you furrowed your eyebrows at the sound, something inside of your body lit up like a match when you clocked it sounded painfully like gabriella, and your heart sank.

it had been almost two months since you told mason you couldn’t be that woman, and not a day went by where you regretted your decision. ashley had got what she wanted, but you were miserable without mason and gabriella to look forward to.

“Y/N!”

you were so engrossed in your own thoughts at first to hear the high pitched squeak of your name from behind you, but when you felt a small pinch on your bare thigh you turned to find your instinct had served you well.

gabriella was stood beside you with a smile on her face, dressed in her favourite outfit, a little pink gingham dress with her hair in pigtails and matching pink bows, with her favourite pair of beige sandals. ironically enough, you were wearing the same print of dress in blue, and you couldn’t help but smile widely at her when your eyes met hers.

you looked around you, craning your neck around so you could scout out who gabriella was with, a flood of panic washing over you. “gabri, are you with mummy?”

“nope,” she popped the p, and rocked back and forth on her heels. you took a breath, “i’m with daddy, he promised he’d buy me a milkshake.” you hooked your hands under her armpits and the child giggled when she found herself sitting on your lap.

“gabriella, you can’t just - oh,” mason appeared from behind you, pushing gabriella’s buggy in one hand, and her milkshake and a cookie in the other. you looked up at him as soon as you heard his voice, and his eyes scanned your face much like you did with his. his face softened quickly. “Y/N, hi.”

“hi, mason,” you smiled softly, thankful for gabriella softening the blow of awkwardness, “sorry, i shouldn’t of, uh, i shouldn’t of picked her up.”

“no, no, it’s fine,” mason’s smile got wider then, and despite himself, he slipped into the chair opposite you, “i didn’t realise you came in here.”

gabriella made grabby hands at the plastic cup, her eyes glued to the whipped cream surrounding its top as mason helped her hold it, his eyes leaving yours for only a moment. as much as you tried to fight it, your heart swelled and immediately you felt like you’d never left.

“could say the same about you,” you hummed, “i didn’t put you as the library type.”

he laughed, and broke off a section of the rounded cookie for gabriella to eat while she sat content in your lap. “i’m not, but gabriella seems to like it in here,” he looked across at you, his eyes flickering to the three books piled up to the side of your now-dead laptop, “i can’t ever think why.”

“oh yeah,” you played along with his joke, “i was definitely reading her jane austen before bed.”

the pair of you shared a chuckle, and gabriella looked up at you with a big, chocolatey smile and you laughed, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of your cardigan hanging on the back of the chair. “she’s missed you,” mason hummed, but quickly played it off as if he were talking to his daughter, even though you both knew what he wanted to say. so have i. “haven’t you, bree?”

the brunette nodded, and quickly she’d started babbling about the new babysitter, who according to both of them was never as good as you. mason admired you from across the table, your sillhouette shining in the unusually hot april sun. his eyes travelling down to the neckline of your dress, where he could see the faintest of tanlines where the paler curves of your chest met with the tanned ones, and when you caught him, his cheeks turned a soft shade of red.

“daddy, when are you going away again so Y/N can look after me?”

gabriella’s question made both you and mason laugh, she’d never had a fear of being abrupt with her words, a trait she’d developed from him. “i don’t know, princess,” he leaned over the table and wiped whipped cream from his daughter’s nose, “but Y/N might be busy like she has been for the last few weeks.”

you averted mason’s gaze then, another pang of guilt washing over you at realising he’d told gabriella you were just too busy to babysit; and the look on his face told you that he’d been telling himself that too, but that you’d been forgiven.

“can she come and play?”

“what, now?”

“yes, daddy,” gabriella groaned, as if telling mason to keep up with her quick-wit brain, “can Y/N come and play now?”

silence fell among the three of you, and mason’s eyes glistened when they looked into your sombre ones, teetering on the edge of whether to say yes or not. gabriella, hopeful as ever, looked between the pair of you and she tapped on your wrist, “daddy will cook turkey dinosaurs for us,” a soft little smirk found its way to her face at the prospect, “and we can make cookies!”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the child’s persuasion techniques, and mason laughed too, squeezing his daughter’s cheeks. “she’s right, if you come over i’ll cook for you, i can’t promise it won’t be turkey dinosaurs, but i’ll drive you home afterwards so you don’t have to walk.”

his face mimicked his daughters now, full of hope and excitement. this was your second chance, to talk things over and set your story straight.

“i’ll come and play as long as you promise to let me decorate at least one cookie this time.”

gabriella huffed again when she hopped off of your lap and in to the pushchair, but ultimately she held her pinky finger up for you to loop yours around, “and daddy can have a judging contest!”

“snap!”

you put a matching shark card down next to gabriella’s on the playmat, and she beat you to the winning word with a big, cheeky grin, her hand covering the cards. you feigned shock, sighing loudly and gabriella laughed.

“when did you get so good at snap, gabri?”

“at nursery.” she stated matter-of-factly, a proud smile on her face, and she picked up a turkey dinosaur from the plate beside her, chomping down on the snack.

“mrs. oliver told daddy she’s the best,” mason chimed in, sitting himself down on the mat, his legs outstretching either side of his daughter and caging her inbetween them. he brushed all her hair back and left a big, wet kiss on his daughters forehead, “didn’t she, baby?”

gabriella just nodded, knowing it was rude to speak with her mouthful. you smiled, and collected all the cards in your hands to put them back in the box. mason’s eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, and then he looked over at his daughter who was rummaging in the toybox for some more dollies.

“sweetheart, half an hour and then it’s bedtime, daddy’ll go and make you some milk, okay?”

all she did was nod, finishing her dinosaur. mason lingered in the doorway for a few seconds, and he watched gabriella clambered onto your lap softly with a smile on his face.

that half an hour flew by, with gabriella falling asleep almost instantly on your chest after drinking her milk. you joined mason when he put her to sleep, hovering in the doorway as he told her how much he loved her before shutting the door and switching on his baby monitor.

“can i stay?” you asked, blurting it out halfway down the staircase. mason spun around, his feet stopping and his eyes meeting yours, “i feel like there’s still a lot to talk about, that and my flatmate isn’t home right now and i don’t like being there alone.”

“of course, you don’t have to ask.” he smiled, and continued his walk down the stairs with you following suite. you shadowed him like a lost puppy as he walked through the kitchen to collect some things, and found comfort when he patted the sofa seat beside him, to which you slid onto.

silence got the better of you both again, trickles of awkwardness dripping through now that gabriella had gone to sleep.

“i’m sorry for everything,” you admitted sheepishly. mason was half invested in the programme on the television, but as soon as the words left your lips he turned to face you. “i feel really awful over how i left it.”

“you don’t have to apologise, Y/N.”

“no, mason, i do.” you frowned, shifting on the sofa so you were facing him, your feet tucked under your bum.

“you and gabriella didn’t deserve that, and i shouldn’t of let ashley get under my skin, she just made me feel so guilty for what we did.”

“hey, hey,” mason cooed, scooting closer to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “i’m not mad at you ‘cause if i were you i’d have done the same thing,” his thumb stroked circles around your shoulder, “you didn’t want to break up a family, and it took a while for me to understand, but i did. as far as i see it ashley was never in the family to begin with.”

silence hit you again, but it was a good silence, a better silence. the kind of silence you had before. “i really like you, mason,” you admitted sheepishly, your voice quiet and feeble, “i have for a while, ashley could see right through it like she always could, and if i’m being honest with myself, i couldn’t bare the pain if you didn’t like me back so cutting it off felt like the best option.”

suddenly, the silence fell upon again, but you couldn’t tell whether it was the bad kind, the one you wished you’d never have to suffer again, or the good one, the one you’d happily sit in for eternity if it meant he would be there too. “i need to know if you feel the same, mason,” you sighed, regretting everything you’d said, “because if you don’t, not only have i made a tit out of myself but i can also move on.”

his eyes met yours, and when you looked into them, they were soft and warm. homely.

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“you talk too much.”

the hand that was on your shoulder brushed your cheek and when he leaned in, you didn’t stop him. his lips were soft, much softer than you remembered them to be, and he kissed you so delicately, as if he would break you if he put any force behind it.

he pulled away first, but the kiss still reverberated through your body and he laughed when he saw your lips slightly parted.

“i think that answers your question, doesn’t it?”

within seconds, your lips were back on his, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you melted into his touch, a wave of relief washing over your body after wanting to do this a million times in the last two months.

“as much as i want to do this,” mason pulled away from you, unsure of where to put his hands, so he wrapped his fingers around your arms softly, “i don’t really want to have sex on the sofa my daughter sits on every day.”

your head fell into the crook of his neck, and when his lips found yours again you felt like you were floating. the pair of you made your way upstairs, stopping every so often to leave a hot kiss on the others lips or neck, like hormonal teenagers.

“you look so gorgeous,” he said once you’d made it to the comfort of his bedroom, his fingers hooking into the straps of your dress and watching them fall to your elbows, “have i told you that before?”

his lips found your neck, sucking at the skin softly and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hands tugging at the hairs around the back of his head. “once or twice.” you murmured. a shiver rolled down your spine when he sucked particularly harshly on a bit of skin.

“mhm,” he bumped your chin backwards with his nose and his lips moved to suck gently on the underside of it, “thought so.”

your hands fumbled with the hem of his shirt, pushing it up his torso until it hooked around his neck and he had no choice but to tug it off. his fingers pushed your sundress up, higher and higher until he pulled away and admired you.

you felt a blush fall against your cheeks when his fingertips located the zip at the side of the dress, nimbly working to free you of the material until it pooled at your feet.

you sunk to your knees and your fingers worked on the buttons of his jeans, your eyes waiting eagerly for the thing you’ve wanted so much in the last two months.

your lips wrapped around him, tongue flat against the underside as you bobbed your head gently around his dick and you watched as his chest heaved in anticipation.

your tongue swirled and you used your hand to stimulate what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, and mason pushed the hair from your face with every thrust. “fuck, Y/N,” he whimpered, “you’re so good at that.”

you hummed against him, pulling off of his dick with a pop, “lay back, mase.”

he did as he was asked, laying on the bed with his head propped against the pillows, and he admired you as you sat on his torso. your fingers fumbled in the dresser when he began to rock you against his abs, the friction of his skin against your clit making your vision go fuzzy.

you stayed like that for a while until you felt like you were ready, rocking back and forth on mason’s stomach with one of his hands on your hip while the other massaged one of your nipples. he watched from underneath you as you ripped the condom wrapper apart with your teeth and rolled it on, almost as skilled as him in that department.

“ready?”

in the time he had asked the question, he’d managed to shift, so he was now sitting upright. you still hovered over him, legs now either side of his and you nodded, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he held the base of his dick in one hand and your hip in the other.

no feeling compared to this, you were sure of it. being filled up to the hilt like this had never failed to startle you, and as you sunk down on him it felt like he was never ending.

“oo-oh, fuck, mason,” you whimpered once your bum hit his legs, a signal that he was inside of you fully, “you’re filling me up so well.”

you stayed like that for a moment, not moving but fully content, and then you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and carefully began to bounce up and down.

it was painfully obvious right from the get go that neither of you would last long at all, but you really did not care in the slightest. mason’s head buried itself in the crook of your neck when you started moving faster, soft whimpers and cries of his name tumbling from your mouth so fast neither of you could stop them.

“you’re so - holy fuck - so deep,” you whined, your head now burying in his neck as you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

“and you’re so tight,” he replied, one of his hands finding your cheek and carefully guiding you to meet his face, “my pretty, pretty girl.”

your lips found his and you pushed him backwards until he was flat once more, the angle far easier and gave you the ability to go faster, which made the both of you let out a stifled groan from the back of your throats. one of his hands found your boob and he watched your face scrunch up into one of pure pleasure as you stablised yourself with your hands on his thigh.

“mason ‘m gonna, i - i can’t-”

“cum for me, darling,” mason’s words were soft, and you did exactly as he asked, your hips faultering as you stilled on top of him, clenching around him tightly. “fuck, fuck, Y/N, ‘m gonna-”

mason couldn’t finish his sentence either, his orgasm hitting him quicker than he’d anticipated, his hands gripping at your hips as he bucked up into you, the both of you riding out your highs together.

you fell forward onto his torso, head resting in the crook of his neck, kissing the slither of skin that sat between his beard and jawline, your lips filling the gaps between hair. his fingers traced shapes on your back until you eventually and reluctantly climbed next to him, leaving him free to toss the condom off to the side and bury next to you.

“thank you.” you said after a while of silence, your head buried in the crook of mason’s neck, with one hand tracing the thin brown hairs on his chest.

“for what?” he furrowed his eyebrows together, voice muffled in your hair.

“for giving me a second chance,” you admitted sheepishly. mason’s heart fluttered and when you lifted your head to gaze into his eyes, sleepy and content, he thought his heart would swell.

“no one deserves this more than you.”

his lips found yours again, and you knew it would be a long sleepless night tangled between the bedsheets, but neither of you seemed to mind.

when you woke up that next morning, the bed was cold, and when you rolled over mason was no where to be found. if it weren’t for the fact that you could hear him and gabriella whispering as the staircase creaked, you would’ve panicked, but instead you rolled back over and shut your eyes.

“good morning sunshine!”

mason’s voice rang through the bedroom a few minutes later in a sing-song type of tone, and when you poked your head out from underneath the duvet, gabriella jumped on the bed beside you. she wrapped her arms around your neck and you felt painfully exposed when you remembered you were all but fully naked under the duvet, with only a pair of mason’s boxers covering your bottom half.

your eyes trailed over to mason, who was in his gym gear and ready to head down to his gym room, but he had a tray in his hand, and you knitted your eyebrows together.

“what have you been up to?”

“gabriella wanted to make you breakfast in bed,” mason smiled, a loose-lipped smirk hanging off of his lips as he got closer, “we’ve got the full works here.”

“i thought i could smell burning.” you joked.

“no daddy,” gabriella grumbled, “you wanted to make Y/N breakfast in bed.”

mason’s cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink and when he put the tray down on your lap you noticed a little note tucked underneath the plate of toast in mason’s handwriting with a little yes or no box.

“what’s this?”

“gabriella has a question for you.”

you turned your head to the child beside you and she looked up at you with twinkling silver glimmers in her eyes and when she looked at mason for confirmaftion on her cue, you couldn’t help but giggle.

“will you be daddy’s new friend?” the room went silent, only for a second as you clocked gabriella’s question. friend. daddy’s new friend. new girlfriend. “don’t tell me you need to tick a box and give it to daddy.”

you blushed, averting both their gazes as you ticked the yes box with the big green pen, handing it to mason with a smile on your face. when he opened the note his face lit up into a bright smile and he leaned over to kiss your lips softly, which made gabriella squeal.

“using your daughter to ask me to be your girlfriend? shame on you.” you teased, mumbling the words against his lips. mason shrugged.

“foolproof way of getting you to say yes,” he snagged a bit of toast from your plate, “i’m just going to work out, be back in half an hour.”

“so i might be your girlfriend now but i’m still a babysitter?”

“you can join me if you want,” he mocked, hanging around in the doorway, but then when he saw the upturned expression of your nose he giggled, “thirty minutes. promise.”

true to his word, mason was back in thirty minutes, and when he entered the bedroom to find you with a towel on your head and gabriella in your arms in her towel he melted.

“daddy look!” gabriella squealed, holding out her arms for mason to sniff, “i used your soap and so did Y/N!”

mason did a big dramatic sniff of his daughters arm and pressed a kiss to your cheek. he hooked his arms under his daughters armpits and the pair of them rubbed noses, “does this mean daddy gets to use your shampoo?”

“no, daddy!”

“but it makes my hair all soft!”

you watched the two of them have a moment as you got dressed, slipping on your bra and the shirt you snooped around mason’s drawers for which fell to your thighs. his eyes caught your frame when you pulled the towel from your head and he sat gabriella on the bed, “once i’ve showered we’ll go to yours and you can pack a bag to bring some clothes to keep here.”

“where’ll they go?”

mason shrugged, “it’s about time i took this stuff to the charity shop, don’t you think?”

you rolled your eyes and shoved him into the bathroom, unamused by his stupid humor, and continued getting both yourself and gabriella ready. she sat in your lap on mason’s livingroom floor while you plaited her wet hair so it would end up curly, engrossed in whatever it was that she had put on the telly.

“Y/N?”

“yes, gabri?”

“because you’re daddy’s new friend does this mean you’re my new mummy?”

your heart sank to the pits of your stomach, particularly at the sound of her hopeful voice.

“sweetie i’m never going to replace your mummy,” you cooed, hands running softly through her hair, “you can still call me Y/N, okay?”

she nodded sheepishly, her attention drawing back to the television in front of her while you continued to play with her hair and plait it like you’d done with yours. just as the shower switched off, the doorbell rang through the house, and you heard mason calling you from the top floor of the house.

“babe can you get that?” he shouted, “it’s probably lewis, he’s watching summer while jaz is on holiday and he said they might pop round.”

“no problem!”

when you opened the door the warm air hit your skin and it felt like you’d just stepped off the plane into a foreign country, until you looked up and a shiver ran through your spine at the person standing in front of you. ashley was standing there, engagement ring glistening in the sunlight and you frowned angrily at the sight.

“let me guess, you fucked my husband again last night.”

her eyes trawled over your body, and you felt more exposed than ever at that moment, glancing up at the staircase. you could hear mason humming as he made his way around the bedroom, and you could hear gabriella fumbling around in the livingroom.

“what’s your problem, ash? are you jealous of me or something?”

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” she spat. the anger on her face was painfully obvious, and it provided a little flicker of serotonin to fire up in the pit of your stomach.

“yeah, actually, i would,” you admitted, and you watched as the jealousy bubbled up in her stomach. she went to open her mouth but you cut her off, “mason’s just got out the shower, gabri’s in the livingroom, do you want a cup of tea?”

“you’re a bitch.”

“i know.”

“babe? was it lewis?” mason’s voice called over the bannister, and you kept eye contact with ashley the whole time.

“no, it’s ashley.” you called back, and you felt the mood in the air change, positive that it wasn’t just you who felt it. gabriella came skipping out of the livingroom at the sound of your voice, but she soon stopped in her tracks when she saw her mum stood in front of you.

“hi mummy,” she smiled, her actions juxtaposing her words as she tugged on your leg, “Y/N’s done my hair like hers do you like it?”

ashley didn’t answer. mason came jogging down the stairs, hair damp and flat as he looked at you with a sorry, sympathetic look in his eyes. you smiled at him softly and he turned to face his ex-wife, his eyes immediately rolling at the sight of her in the engagement ring.

“still wearing that stupid ring?”

“why wouldn’t i?”

mason’s tongue poked at the corner of his mouth, and he brought a hand to rest on his hip. you hooked your hands under gabriella’s armpits, and poked her nose when she looked at you with a frown, “c’mon gabri, shall we go and paint your nails?”

she nodded and you swiftly took her across to the living room, shutting the door enough so that the noise of the two of them could be drowned out but also giving you the ability to listen in if you wanted to.

“are mummy and daddy going to fight?” she asked, a frown on her face as she handed you the shimmery green nail varnish.

“probably,” you hummed, and you watched as she slumped, “but i’ll be with you the whole time, and if it gets too bad i’ll go out and tell them to keep quiet, okay?”

she nodded, and eased herself down on the beanbag as you painted her little toenails.

“i don’t know who you think you are,” mason’s voice was raised, “accusing me of being a bad father for wanting to give our child a decent female figure to look up to.”

“you’re shagging my best friend, mason!”

“don’t act like a fuckin’ saint, ash,” you heard him spit, “we both know if she wasn’t with harry when we got together it would’ve been her anyway.”

“what?”

what?

your mouth went dry and silence fell among the pair of them. gabriella cocked her head to the side and once her toenails were dry she clambered up onto her knees and stuck her chin on the windowsill to watch her mum out of the window, although she seemed to be more interested in the pigeon’s hopping around the grass.

“come on, ash, it was bitterly obvious that i was intoxicated with her even though i loved you, but i never wanted to hurt you or her or harry, so i learned to live with it, pushed the feelings away because i was in love with you,” he rocked back and forth on his heels, “which is more than you can say.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you know what i mean, ashley.”

gabriella’s eyes turned to you when she watched you poke your head out of the livingroom door, and she was infatuated with you, almost as much as mason.

“how do you feel about me now?” mason’s head turned to the side, his eyes softening at the sight of you, lips immediately curling up into a smile. “because i know how i feel about you.”

“i bet you love this, don’t you?” ashley frowned, “you take everything from me, and now you’re taking my husband-”

“-i’m not your fucking husband!”

mason’s voice was so loud, it reverberated around the house and made you jolt beside him. ashley’s face softened, all hope of bargaining to get mason away from you failing in front of her eyes, and she watched the pair of you with a bitter expression.

“i love you, Y/N.”

mason’s hands pressed against your cheeks, his forehead pressed against yours as his words fizzled around your head and heart, “it’s always been you.”

“first you get your daughter to ask me to be your girlfriend and now you’re confessing your love for me in front of your ex-wife, could this get any cheesier?” you shared a laugh, mason’s warm breath on your skin and prickling the fine hairs on your cheeks. gabriella halted behind you, watching in amazement.

“i love you too, mason.”

mason posed beside you with gabriella in his arms as you got your graduation pictures two months later, holding your graduation scroll in your hands with a big, proud grin on your face.

“i’m so proud of you,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your face when you got into the car. gabriella fell asleep almost instantlly as soon as mason began to drive away from the ceremony, “in fact i don’t think i’ve ever been prouder.”

your hand found his on the gearstick and you hummed.

“it’s always been you, mason.”

“i know,” he brought your hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “forever and always, yeah?”

“forever and always.”

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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Are you doing thirst request? Cause if you are...

Masturbating bakugo..you won't let him fuck yet and everytime he says he's ok he can wait until you're ready,but everysingle time he goes back to his place with a ranging hard one and the memories of the pretty faces you made while he touched you,so he got no option but to take care of it by himself💕

a/n ;; if i have an idea that i like and i don't have the juice to write it immediately, i just leave it in my drafts so i don't normally take requests. however this made my brain go brrrr so im gonna write

cw ;; 18+, masturbation (solo male), fingering, afab!reader

He tells himself he's going to take it slow with you.

He's so invested in this fact that he repeats it himself like insane person. When he sits in his car, slumped over the steering wheel, with the worst boner of his life - he reminds himself of the commitment he makes to you.

Bakugou Katsuki is always good to you. And you're good to him. When he admitted to you that he was technically not very experienced with sex - you put a gentle hand on his chest. Told him the two of you would take it slow and do everything else and that you would make sex intimate.

And he agreed, because he knows you have good intentions and because he's never really had that high of a libido anyways. Sexual activity is nothing more than a way to relieve some of the tension in his body.

The thing is that Bakugou Katsuki is attracted to you.

And being attracted to someone is not something he's used to. Sex as a means to an end no longer fills that aching hunger that fills his chest. He wants you, so much and so often he gets dizzy just thinking about.

He just got off, maybe twenty minutes total. Wordlessly, he reclines the seat of his car as he shoves hands down his sweatpants - eyes fluttering closed as he strokes his hard cock.

The image of you today is burned in his brain - the first time he's made you cum with just his hands. How you were seated in his lap, stroked his ego by telling him how good you felt - the feeling of your pussy clenching around his fingers. Your clit throbs so pretty for him too, fuck - just thinking about it was making him hard again.

He has his teeth clenched as he jerks off at only memories, only thoughts of you that he can't seem to let go of. Your head falling back onto his shoulder when he makes you cum so hard that you can barely get out his name. Bakugou realizes briefly that he's into deep - since the image of your face twisted up is whats making his cock twitch.

And he remember how you offered him your mouth today, tight and wet - the focused look as you took as much of it as you can in your throat. So narrow and so delicate, the way you brought his hands down around your throat so he could feel. How he came on your face and you swallowed around him like angel.

Fuck he's so hard and it feels so insatiable - this burning hot desire for you that makes him feel sick with lust. His cock is drooling all over his hand and his mouth is fallen open. He's a pro-hero jerking off in his car and the whole thing is killing him.

He snaps his eyes open when his phone rings - ready to reject the call but it's you. He reaches over to pick it up with his free hand, pressing it against his chest so he can hear the sound of your voice. He should probably stop right.

"Hey baby, I was calling cause you left your charger up here. If you're still down there, I could just bring it to you,"

"Hey, fuck - uh yeah 'm still.. shit. I'm still down here,"

You hear it immediately but you honestly think you're hearing things. You blink, dumbfounded. The shlick of him stroking his cock and the way he pants gets so loud it's impossible to ignore.

"..Katsuki..? Are you...?"

He lets out a grunt as he gets so close - his voice growing hoarse and desperate. He sounds out of his mind and he is, he knows he is but it doesn't stop him from begging on the other side of the line.

"I know you wanna take it slow, but fuck - baby. I can't take this shit anymore, I need you,"

You swallow as something hot settles in your skin. With a deep sigh you grab your keys and a jacket.

"Don't cum yet," you reply, grabbing a condom from a drawer "I'll be down soon,"

#prettyboy.thirsts #informal #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #pt 2? lol #return to sender

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moved2usagiiboo · 3 years

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Love spell

MINORS DNI (I know I can not stop you but if I find out, you will be blocked.) This is my first time writing a fan fiction on Tumblr, let's see how this goes !

Warnings: Degrading, face fucking, explicit description, oral male receiving, sexual acts using toys. (Let me know if I missed any)

As a young girl, you believed in finding your prince charming, he'd swoop in on his mighty steed and steal your heart. You'd be enamored by his wits and courage, and he your beauty and intelligence. "The one".

At the age of 17, a high school student obsessed with the idea of traditional love. You found him. Your one and only, but he was far from prince charming, he didn't ride a mighty steed nor own a castle, but he was yours and you love him. Your highschool sweetheart, you both have cried together, laughed together, experienced many emotions together. You, in many ways, were each other's firsts.

First break down, first date, first hand holding, first kiss, first lover, and after a year of dating, you were each others' first time.

You could still remember the night, you have both been planning this for months. On your one year anniversary, you would get a room for the night at a local love hotel, there would be soft music playing, dimmed lights, candles burning, and that's where and how he take your virginity and you his. Perfect.

It didn't go that way to say the least, being very inexperienced. The first time he tried to penetrate you, you pushed him off and hide under the blanket saying, "that's not going to fit", during foreplay you accidentally hit his head with your own, not to mention almost setting the room on fire with the lit candles. But after many laughs and giggles, you successfully lost your virginity to him and you couldn't be happier.

It was far from movie perfect but for both you and him it was everything and more.

Present day you are almost two years into your relationship and you both couldn't be happier. Draken treated you with the utmost respect and care, he always takes care of you, there's barely any arguments between the two of you. Everything is perfect. Kind of.

That's how you found yourself in the streets of Shibuya's red light district, near the brothel where your lover grew up in, so you think. You looked down at your phone.

"Shit!" You hit the side of your phone as it read "connection lost, rerouting", this had been the third time it has done this, you zoned out while trying to fix your phone so you can actually make it to your destination before it gets too late. You didn't hear the woman calling your name.

"Y/N!" You felt a hand gripping your shoulder, spinning you around to face them.

"Oh! Akai!" You exclaimed happily as you locked eyes with the person in front of you, a younger woman in a red silk dress, short blonde hair with long lashes.

"What are you doing out here? It's late. Shouldn't you be home by now?" She asked in a concerned tone looking you up and down. You wore an all black hoodie with baby yellow accents, along with black joggers.

"Oh, well, I'm was looking for you." You said bashfully with a slight giggle in your tone.

"Oh?" Akai questioned.

"Well, not you specifically but the hotel! You see, I got lost trying to find it and my stupid phone keeps rerouting me!" You complained, while pushing your phone in her face to show her your problem. She simply laughs, she locks arms with yours.

"Dont worry, big sister Akai will take you there, then you can explain why you're looking for us in the first place." Akai said with a wink.

A few minutes passed and you've arrived at the brothel, she brought you a drink and sat you down in her room with a couple of other girls, you all on the floor together, after short introductions and small talk Akai 'cut to the chase' as she likes to say. Chugging her bottle of beer, she looked at you with her slightly flushed face, along with the rest of the girls there.

"Spill the beans, whats going on? Trouble in paradise?" Akai smirked crawling her way towards you. You lifted your knees to your chest wondering if you should even be here, was this a stupid idea? You must've sat with your thoughts for a while, Akai looked at you with a bit of sadness in her eyes.

You could feel your face heating up with embarrassment, your heart was beating out of your chest. You figured this would be the best place to go to learn how to do it but what if they would make fun of you? What if they tell Draken? You really didn't think this through as well as you should have.

"Hey, whatever is going on.. You can tell us, we see you like our little sister ya' know?" She says with a smile, wrapping her arm around your shoulder to comfort you. Shes always been like this, ever since she walked in on you and Draken kissing, she's been the biggest help and supporter of your relationship. You couldn't ask for a better friend.

With a deep breath you decide tell them your issues, you were here anyways.

"Okay, so, I want to learn how to give oral." You said looking down at the ground fiddling your fingers, quite embarrassed about what you just said.

"Draken has, well, done it to me a couple of times and I wanted to return the favor. The thing is, everytime I try he rejects me. Telling me, 'i don't have to do things like that'. He's so considerate sometimes it pisses me off." You ranges to the girls as they listened with opening ears.

"I mean, what type of guy rejects a blow job? It's not like he has erectile dysfunction or his dick is small. I just don't get it." You were practically fuming at the memory of him pushing him off of you as you tried to suck him off.

"Maybe he's just shy?" One of the girl's offered her opinion.

"Oh no, this man is not shy! At all" You explained remembering some of the down right filthiest things he's muttered in your ears during your time together. "He's anything but that."

"Maybe he's scared you'll bite it." Akai said causing herself and others to snicker at her comment. You could only sigh.

"Would I be that bad my first time?" You muttered to yourself.

"Everybody is, it's a practice thing." Akai explained, she got up to grab herself another bottle of beer. "What you need, is practice." She smirked handing you the bottle.

"Yeah, but how? He won't let me." You said tilting your head at her statement, taking the bottle out her hand.

"Alright girlies, get out." Akai said while looking at the other women in the room with the two of you.

"Ehhh? Whyy? We wanna help too!" One of the girl exclaimed, getting multiple replies of other girls who agree.

"We don't wanna make Y/n feel any more embarrassed than she already does." Also sighed at the childish responses of her coworkers.

You were hiding your face in your phone at this point, it was honestly one of your worst ideas, but if it helped you with Draken it was worth it.

Small "awh man", "I wanted to hear more", and other complaints came out their mouths as they left the room one by one. You waves goodbye to the girls muttering a small thank you to them for listening.

"Alright!" Akai exclaimed while squatting down to reach under her bed, pulling out a box full of,

"Toys! The best practice you can get in such a small amount of time." She smirked pushing the box towards you. You could feel the blood rush to your face as you stared at the box filled with sex toys, you're far from innocent but there's still things you've never used or seen before, toys being one of them. Akai dug in the box full of excitement.

"I'll be your first!" She smirked, she pulled out multiple many toys just throwing them out the box without a care as to where they'll land. Finally, she pulled out an unopened box, "private fun" read the lable, it was all black with dark purple letters on it, it was a sleek box, very fancy to say the least.

"I haven't used this one yet, considering I never feel the need to. This'll be my first gift to you." She said tossing the box to you while looking for something else in her closet.

"Just what exactly is this?" You asked picking up the box to further examine it.

"A dildo! Duh." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world,

"Oh! And this!" She threw a small bottle towards you, "Love spell" a small pink bottle that could be mistaken for a 5-hour energy drink.

"Draken won't be back home for a while, which means, we have around" She looked at the clock hanging on her wall, "an hour and thirty minutes. Which is just enough time!"

"Wait wait wait!" You looked at her with complete confusion, "I have no idea what's going on! Why do I need all of this?" You looked at your hand and the items that are now in your possession, "Love spell", a dildo, and beer.

"Welllllll," Akai said drawing out the word, "You need practice, not like you can fuck a rando before Draken gets back, you also need liquid courage and a secret weapon!" She explained. "Now we don't have much time, chug both the beer and our secret weapon." She winked at you.

You're really starting to reject your decision, but there's no backing out now. You opened the bottle of whatever was in the pink container and chugged it down, quickly opening the beer to help with the bitter taste of the first liquid. It could show on your face the level of disgust you had for drinking this, you could never understand how Draken drank beer all the time, and whatever the hell this 'love spell' is taste disgusting. It was bitter and tangy, it even overpowered the beer.

Akai worked on opening the package to the dildo, while you were dealing with the taste of the liquids you just drank. She looked at you with menacing eyes and a devious smile that sent shivers down your spine.

She stood up and squatted in front of you holding that item in her hand as if it was nothing. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, it was big, yet flimsy. It was a pretty light blue color for such a naughty item.

"Take it." She handed you the dildo, "grip it with both hands." And so you did it. Following her every command.

"N-Now what?" You questioned feeling slight tipsy from the bottle of beer you just chugged, your face flushed from either holding a dildo or the beer, you couldn't tell, but it made this whole situation a lot worse for your lower region.

"Open." Akai tapped the bottom of your chin telling you to open your mouth, and so you did with the most innocent look in your eyes.

"Slowly bring it to your mouth, you want to tease him, lick the tip." You stuck your tongue out making small swirls onto the tip of the fake cock, "Alright, now slowly take it in, don't force anything." You opened your mouth wider to take in the inches of the cock, bringing it to the back of your throat causing you to choke and gag as it hit it. You quickly pulled the fake dick out and began to cough.

"I told you slowly. Let's try again." She squished your face with a hand pulling it up, the other held onto the dildo. "Open." She said again and you did. She guided the dildo into your mouth, slowly moving it in and out, barley reaching the back of your throat. "Breathe through your nose, don't panic." She said as she began to pick up the pace. Rapidly moving the dildo in and out. "Use your tongue at the bottom of it, stick it out." She commanded. Spit began to drip from the side of your mouth onto the floor, you felt as if you were losing yourself. Tears welled in your eyes as you swallowed down the dildo. It wasnt even real, it wasn't even Draken's but for some reason it made your head pound and your pussy twitch with excitement. If this feels as good as it does, you couldn't help but wonder how Draken's would feel, how it would feel against the back of your throat.

Akai picked up on the pace making the dildo hit the back of your throat causing you to convulse onto the dildo, you close an eye and winces as it attacked your throat.

"Try it yourself." She said letting go, letting you have full control. You started slow, pushing the dildo in and out your mouth as she did, trying to follow her lead. You tried to take more of it, you shoved the dildo deep into your throat, forcing all the inches into your mouth, you could feel it bulge through your throat as held it in place forcing you to choke on it. You felt your warm tears drip down your face, you weren't letting up. You wanted to feel it down your throat, the warm, the tightness, you wanted to feel Draken. You finally pulled it out, watching as the inches slipped out of your mouth.

"Guess what bottle really did wonders!" Akai giggled. "Deepthroating huh? You're basically a pro." You looked at her with a stained face, drool down the side of your mouth, and glassy eyes. You finally felt the embarrassment hit you, you covered your face dropping the dildo onto the ground making incoherent noises.

"I think you're ready." She smirked patting your head watching you in distress.

"I am?" You questioned, it was that easy?

"Yep! Actually, take this." She tossed you one last thing before telling you to go wait in his room. As you walked to his room you felt your head ring, the only thing you could hear was the needy throbbing of your inner walls. You couldn't wait for Draken to get back, just what did Akai give you? You had no time to be embarrassed about what you just did in the other room, you just wanted him. All of him.

You found yourself in his barley lit room, sitting on his bed. It was him, his scent, you could feel him around you even if he wasn't physically present. Your inner walls clenched at the thought of your boyfriend. You changed out of your clothes and into what Akai gave you, it was a sleek princess pink teddy with a deep V neck to perfectly show off your breasts. There were straps in the back that cupped your ass making it look juicier than before. There was a deep slit in the middle of the dress, a small move and not only would your stomach be revealed but your pussy would be as well. You made your way over to his bed to wait, you sat down and got engulfed in his smell. It was painful to just wait, the way your panties got wetter by the second, you decided to lay down but it only got worse. Minutes passed by but it felt like hours, you wanted to call him and tell him to hurry but you already showed up unannounced. You didn't want to pester him anymore, so you waited. You don't know when but you found your walls squeezing your fingers tightly as you moved them in and out. Moans and a wet sound filled the room as you toyed with yourself. Your face was in his pillow breathing him in as your other hand was toying with your breasts, pinching, squeezing, and pulling your nipples. It felt good but not good enough, it couldn't bring you to that high that Draken could. You found yourself calling him out, chanting his him like a mantra underneath your moans. You didn't even notice when he came in the room.

"Y/N?" Draken called out as he closed the door. The look on his face was priceless, his gaping mouth and widened eyes as he looked at the sight of you being so desperate for him calling out his name with fingers inside your cunt.

"D-Draken, m'sorry, couldnt wait. Need you." You whined. Pushing your fingers deeper making your back arch. At this point, he was stunned. The shy girl who never seeked anything sexual, the same girl who blushes when they held hands even after being together all the time. That girl was fingering herself on his bed begging for his cock. It was an instant turn on.

"S'all your fault!" You cried out with tears in your eyes, you got up and looked him in the eyes. "All cause you won't let me touch you..." You pouted.

"Ha? What are you talking about?" Draken questioned you. You weren't paying attention to him, you crawled from the bed stepping on the cold floor with your bare feet. You got on your hands and knees in front of Draken, looking at him with the utmost admiration, but behind those eyes was a look of neediness.

"W-What are you doing?" He watched as you played with his belt buckle, you locked eyes with him once more,

"Can't I?" You asked, kissing the bulge through his pants, "Want you, wanna feel you in my throat." You pulled his pants down revealing his boxers, you rubbed your hand feeling the hardness through the fabric, placing small kisses on it while you you waited for a go, a sign, anything.

"Shit Y/n, who knew you could be so slutty hm?" Draken smirked, "Go ahead." You beamed a smile at him as you pulled his boxers down revealing his harden cock. This is the first time you've seen it up close, it's pretty. It almost looks angry with how flushed it is on the top.

You began to kiss his freed cock, starting from the shaft up, remembering what Akai taught you. Tease him. Littering his cock with kisses, you reached the tip, you began to leave small kitten licks, swirling your tongue on around the tip, prodding the tip of your tongue into the small hole on his cock.

"Shit," Draken muttered under his breath, his voice sounds as if it's gotten deeper. You look up at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes completely focused on you. "Stop with the teasing." He demanded.

"Don't wanna." You continued to look at him, staring into his gorgeous orbs, "s'punishment for not letting me do this early" You smirked against his dick, bringing one of your hands up to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft. You watched as his breath started to break, his tough exterior was crumbling and it was all because of you, but it wasn't enough, you want to keep going. You have a show to put on.

You open your mouth sucking on just the tip of his cock, bobbing your head slowly with swirling his tip in your mouth.

"Y/N, fuck." He places his hand behind your head as his breath began to get more rapid and broken apart. "Come on, take some more." He was practically begging at this point. So slowly but surely, you widened your mouth, stuck your tongue out, and pushed your head further down to his cock. As much as you could take, the remainder you began to jerk with your hand. Bobbing your head on the inches you could take up and down with jerking him off. Listening to his soft grunts and groans. He was big, you knew this but it's different with it's in your throat, you can see it, your mouth felt full and you didn't even completely take it in. You kept going on this pace, proud of yourself for breaking Draken's tough exterior.

"Going to damn slow." He gripped the back of your head forcing his cock down your throat, you gag at this sudden action. He uses your mouth like a rag doll, forcing his cock in and out your mouth and a hellish pace without stopping, bobbing your head up and down. It hurts, taking all of him.

"Wanna be a dirty slut, gonna treat you like one." He said while gripping your hair harder as he pulled you off his cock, "spit on it." He said, and you did, you spat on the shaft of his cock and opened your mouth again for him to assault your throat.

"So eager to take this dick hm? Couldn't even wait for me to get home, had to play with yourself while I was gone? Who knew my pretty girl was such a dirty slut." He chuckled, under his breath as he continues to use you however he pleased. You placed your hands on either side of his thigh to try and control the pace but it was futile, he was much stronger than you, all you could do was hold yourself up and try not to vomit. Drool dripped down the side of your mouth as he thrusted his cock down your throat.

"Taking all this dick, good girl." He praised you as he held your head against his pelvis forcing his dick down your throat, he looked smug as he saw the outline of his cock through the flesh of your throat, you slapped his thigh to try and get him to let go of you, needing air. The feeling of you shaking on his cock trying to push away to get air was a sight to behold for him, he wanted to bury his cock in your throat forever, never taking it out. He watched as tears dripped down your face, your hair was mess, face stained with tears, drool dripping out the corners of your mouth. You gagging on his cock, digging your nails into his thigh.

Draken finally let go, you gasps for air you so desperately needed.

"Open up." He says pushing your head back, "Stick that slutty tongue of yours out. Gonna cum in your mouth."

You put your hands on your knees, sitting up higher to put the tip of his cock in your mouth as he jerked it. His eyes glared at you, you listened to his grunts like a melody. You never seen him like this, during sex he was very calm and collected, gentle. Never used harsh words, this was different though. For some reason, being used like his cocksleeve had you dripping.

"Gonna cum, Y/n, take it all, don't spill a single drop." His warm cum spurted onto your tongue, he wiped his tip clean on your tongue "that's it, good girl, now swallow it." You closed your mouth and with a single gulp you downed his cum without a second thought.

"Tastes weird..." Wiping the drool from your mouth with the back of your hand. Draken lifts you up by your arm and tosses you on the bed.

"Had to go and get me riled up..." He said while taking his shirt off, "gonna fill you up real nice." He pushed his lips against yours hungrily devouring your mouth, tasting a mixture of both liquor and his own cum, his mouth explored your own in a heated make out session, his hand traveled down past your panties and onto your bare cunt, a finger pushed pass your slit making it's way in. You moaned into the kiss, giving Draken more access to your mouth, swirling his tongue with your own.

You pulled away from the kiss to let out a soft moan as his finger toys with you, he puts another one in causing you to arch your back. His other hand rubs soft circles on your clit, he claims your mouth with another hungry kiss as if this will be the last time he felt your lips against his own.

"So needy, barely did anything to you." You moaned against his lips as he brought you to a high.

"D-Draken!" You moaned out.

"Fuck, trying to amputate my fingers? Loosen up. " He grumbles, his lips go down to your neck, sucking and biting against your fleshing leaving bruises everywhere his mouth touches. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him in closer, as you begin to grind your hips against his fingers as they work their way in and out of you and the others against your clit.

"Gonna cum on my fingers?" He questions in your ear while biting your ear lobe.

"Gonna cum on em!" You reply, moving your hips faster, you begin to convulse as he brings you to your well deserved orgasm.

"You're gonna do that all on my cock." He muttered against your neck as he works his way down to your tits. He puts his fingers in your mouth muffling your moans as he begins to suck on your now perky nipples. He pushes his fingers in and out your mouth forcing you to taste your own juices, the same fingers that were just in you, that brought you to your orgasm.

After assaulting your mouth with his fingers he reaches over to the side his of bed to grab a condom.

"Put it on for me." Still high on your orgasm you slowly reach your hand up to take the condom out of his own, that's when he pushes your head own to his cock. He rips the packaging placing just the tip of his cock into the condom.

"Use that pretty mouth of yours." He smirks as he watches you take all of his dick into your mouth, pushing the condom down in the process. "Make sure to get it all the way on, wouldn't want any cum to spill out hm?" He says as he caresses your head.

"Such a good girl." He praises you as you bring your head up, "Gonna make you feel real good okay?" He kisses your forehead as he leans you down into the mattress. He slaps your pussy a couple of times with his cock, prodding the tip at the entrance, pushing his tip every so softly in and out, barley giving you anything to work with.

"Stop with the teasing Draken." You whined, locking your legs around his waist, trying to push his cock further into you. He clicks his tongue at your actions, pulling himself completely out before lifting one of your legs and putting it on his shoulder.

"I don't remember you being in control here." He guffed out. He rammed his cock into you without warning causing you to gasp, your eyes wide and mouth agape. "That's more like it." He smirks at your appearance.

He begins to thrust in and out of your tight pussy, watching you unravel on his cock. One hand holding your leg on his shoulder and the other turning your head to face him.

"This what you wanted right?" He honeyed out, this voice being quite sweet unlike his thrusts, the way his cock pulled out of you only to slam right back in. Sounds of skin against skin filled the room, along with your sweet mouths chanting his name like once before.

He pried your mouth open with his fingers bringing his face closer only to spit in your mouth, "Good little whore" he mutters against your ear. His thrusts never stopped, not once, he keeps going until he brings you to an orgasm.

He could feel your body going limp, but he wasn't done yet. He flipped lifted your body, he was now on his knees and you on his lap, your hands tangled in his hair while being wrapped around his neck, his mouth devouring your nipple, he slams his cock into you while being in this new position. His hands on either side of your waist slamming your body onto his own matching the rythm of his thrusts. He bites down on your nipple, you pull his hair as payback, you finally meet eyes. His hair all disheveled and out of his normal braid, his eyes slanted, full of hunger, he looked like a animal eyeing his prey, and you looked extremely delicious right now. He captures your lips in a heated kiss as his grip tightens on your waist, you grind against his cock as you moan into the kiss. You suck on his tongue and he does yours, you bite his lower lip slightly tugging on it.

"God Y/n, who knew you were so cock hungry. Wouldn't have been going so easy on you of I knew you could take it." He chuckles as he lays your body back down onto the mattress and begins pounding your body against his locking his lips with yours again.

"You're sucking me in like crazy." His voice is rough and out of breath. Your walls only tightening around him while hearing his voice, his hand goes back down to your clit rubbing it aggressively.

"Fuck, I'm close, fuck fuck fuck." He announces, muttering an array of curse words as he feels himself getting closer to his climax. "Cum with me, cum on my cock one last time." He picks up the pace with his thrust and the attack on your poor nub, you were nothing more than a moaning drooling mess at this point subject to Draken's aggressiveness, your body shakes and your back arches for the last time as you release your juices onto Draken's cock coming to your final high, he thrusts one last time before he releases in the condom.

He pulls out taking off the condom and throwing it in the nearby bin, he watches as you slowly drift to sleep but not before saying, "I love you."

"Mhm, I love you too, my little vixen." He kisses your forehead before he lays next to you and drifts to sleep.

Sorry if this wasn't the best, it was my first time writing for Draken. He's kind of a difficult character, I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

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crowdedimagines · 3 years

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Familiar Love - Harry Styles

harry and y/n have a hard time staying out of each other’s arms, not that there’s a place they’d rather be Famous!Y/n

“Well well well.” Harry grins, opening his door wider to his home for me.

“Why are you acting all surprised? You invited me here.” I get on my toes to steal a fast peck from him as I walk by. I walk into the living room I have grown very familiar with over the years. Harry’s London home never changes, his one taste of consistency.

“Of course I did, we’re both in London at the same time.”

“I know.” I roll my eyes, backing up the stairs to his room. He matches my steps evenly, pacing us like predator and prey. I slide my jacket off my shoulder, ditching it for the floor. His eyes never leave mine. If I didn’t know this house so well, I would be on my ass by now.

“It’s been a while since this has worked out.” He presses a stolen kiss to my cheek, then another and another, “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed me or a muse?” I bite down lightly on his earlobe, he backs me into his bedroom finally.

“Always miss you.”

“That’s right, you are pretty obsessed with me.” I smirk.

“M’not obsessed with you.” He defends, finally pulling his face away from my neck.

“Well your discography would beg to differ.”

“Shh.” He works on the spot he knows would normally occupy my mind enough that I couldn’t banter. The spot just below my ear where my neck and jaw meet.

“Temporary Fix, Perfect, Change Your Ticket-”

“Alright alright” Harry rolls his eyes, dimples showing up on his cheeks while he fights a smile.

“-and that’s not even counting your solo career” I tease, letting him back me onto his bed. “Only Angel, She-”

“You’re such an ass sometimes.” He shakes his head, as if in disbelief, but his smile only grows wider.

“What?” I scoff feigning shock, “You love my ass.” He presses a kiss to my collarbone.

“Yes, I do. Now shut up so I can love on you for the first time in eight months.”

- - -

Harry and I were the worst and best things to ever happen to each other. We met when we were too young. My career had just started, I had a singular album to my name and was lucky to open for any band that was on a tour. Harry was a couple years into One Direction by the time we met.

It was on a red carpet, thankfully not my first, but my first time being on the carpet for an award show that I actually had a nomination for. This was huge for me. My album had done well, but never expected a recognition like this.

I met Niall before I met Harry. I had bumped into him walking in and he complimented my music, even claiming one of his mates ‘couldn’t get enough of it’. When he said that I wasn’t expecting him to walk me over to meet the rest of the band. Harry had been the ‘mate’ Niall had been referring to.

I lost that night, to Ariana Grande, who in my own opinion deserved it more than me. That night didn’t feel like a loss though, because I got Harry out of it. We quickly became friends, texting, calling, facetiming any time we got the opportunity. One Direction was touring on a constant cycle, and I had just finished mine. I was in the process of writing my sophomore album, Harry flew me out and I ended up staying for the rest of the tour.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone that we started dating, the calls and giddy smiles were enough already to clue in everyone around us. I was able to get a glimpse at the world he lived in with his stardom, and soak in every second he wasn’t on stage. It didn’t take long for fans and the public to catch on. A few too many paparazzi pictures at each concert venue to avoid.

Both of our managements allowed us to openly date, officially coming out to everyone with PDA and everything. It was amazing. I flew back home to Los Angeles to record my second album and before I could blink I was touring it.

Things got hard for Harry and I at that point, we could never manage to be in the same city, or get time off to visit the other. My name was quickly becoming a household one, and One Direction had yet to ever even stall in popularity.

It broke us both completely that after three happy years together, we had to call it quits. Neither of us were ready to give up our lives and it was no longer working to never see each other. We both needed to feel loved, and on opposite ends of the planet it wasn’t enough anymore. It was only a few months after our split that One Direction went on hiatus.

Harry and I remained close. Some would say too close. It started with just being friendly whenever we saw each other at events or things with mutual events. It took one slip up that sent us back into each other’s arms. It was a New Year's party, we agreed to be with each other, because we didn’t have anyone else to kiss at midnight.

Once you get a taste for someone you never stopped loving, it gets pretty hard to stop. So that’s how it all began. Harry and I decided to see each other, date, love, fuck, anytime we both happened to be in the same city. It didn’t happen as often as you would think. We both still had home across the world, and varying tour schedules. We both had on and off again partners, that then the deal would be off, but neither of our partners were ever in the picture for very long. For years it went on like this. It was heartbreak all over again though, once we knew that someone had to leave.

- - -

“Well, that was fun! It’s been a while, Styles.” I let out a sigh to try and gain back my breath. We practically just ran a marathon. Maybe two. He does the same, a grin plastered to his face.

“Too long.” He tilts his head to press a kiss to my bare shoulder.

“Well I do believe a plane works two ways.” I turn on my side to face him, my head resting in my palm.

“Mmm, I’ve been stuck in the studio. I’ve been working on new stuff.”

“Ooh, a new album perhaps?”

“Yeah, it’s been a whole process trying to get all my thoughts out and sorted.” He clears his throat.

“So why not go to Jamaica like you did for your first? A new environment that you can just throw yourself into it.” I question.

“I don’t know, it doesn’t feel like that for me. I did that because it was the first time I was doing music without One Direction. This time it’s a little more on me and how I feel.”

We catch up for nearly an hour before we both feel gross from our previous activity and decide to take a shower. Together obviously.

“Mum and Gem are coming over for brunch tomorrow.” He states.

“Hmm?” I turn away from the shower head to face him again.

“I think they’re going to be here close to 10:00.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No!” He places a hand on my hip, trapping me between him and the cool tile on the walls. “Never.”

“So what do you want?” I ask, tilting my head up to fully look at him. To read every expression that crosses his face as the water pours over both of us.

“I want you to stay. Have brunch with us.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, pressing a kiss to his peck.

“Yeah, if you can.”

“My fitting isn’t until 2:00 so that should give me plenty of time.” I smile, “Are you sure they aren’t going to think it’s weird that I’m there?”

“They won’t think it’s weird. They’ll both be thrilled to see you. I swear everytime I pick up the phone they’re asking me how you’re doing.”

“That’s funny considering how often that Gemma texts me.” I smile.

“So you’ll stay for brunch?”

“Mhm.” I pull him down to my height for a kiss.

- - -

“Well if it isn’t the one that got away.” Anne teases as she pulls me in for a tight hug.

“Fuck-” Harry sighs, letting out air as if he took an actual physical hit.

“Hi, Anne.” I laugh.

“You just get more and more beautiful every-time I see you.” She holds my face in her hands and she studies me closely. Over the years Anne and I have only grown to be more close, even though I am no longer dating her son she still treats me as family which I can’t help but love her for.

“Let me give her a hug!” Gemma pushes her way in and pulls me in tight against her chest.

“Gem!” I grin.

Harry and Anne walk into the kitchen together with Gemma and I following, arm in arm. I remember this from years ago. The Styles family would like to make brunches together every couple of weeks when they could.

Obviously if Harry was touring or over in the States they couldn’t, but when they could they make the most of it. Everything is made from scratch, together. Nothing is decided until everyone gets there that morning.

“How do we feel about waffles?” Gemma asks.

“And eggs.” Harry adds.

“And bacon.” Anne adds.

Everyone turns to me waiting for my request.

“And fresh fruit.” I smile.

We all get to work and quickly become a well oiled machine. Them it’s not too surprising due to them doing this over the years, but I have to say I am able to jump in with ease.

I cut up various fruits arranging them as beautifully as I can. A vibrant display of colors on the platter.

“Excuse me, love.” He presses a kiss to my temple, a steadying hand at my waist as he reaches for a knife from the island.

I prepare everyone’s drinks around the table as well considering my task went the quickest. Shortly, everyone joins me and we dig in. Everything tastes immaculate.

We dive into conversation, the table never getting quiet for a second. Something I love so much about this family. There’s always something to be said.

“Well, I actually should be going it’s one o clock now, and I still need to drive to the other side of town.” I pick up my plate from the table. We’ve all been done eating for a while now, but the conversation kept us at the table.

“Where are you off to?” Anne asks.

“She’s got a fitting with Gucci.” Harry grins.

“Wipe that smug little grin off your face.” I smack his shoulder lightly.

“Gucci?” Gemma grins even wider than Harry did.

“I am going to be the new face to the brand.” I smile, feeling pink raise up on my cheeks.

“For the whole company?” Gemma cheers.

I simply nod as I grab a few other plates off of the table as I go.

“Can I come with you?” Gemma asks, the two Styles siblings following my into the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you act like this when I modeled for Gucci?” Harry asks, his jealous side coming out.

“Harry, you got a cologne, but she’s getting the whole company!” She huffs, “Do you know what cool clothes she’s going to be trying one?”

“I’m not getting the company!” I roll my eyes, putting the dishes in the wash.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Gemma smirks.

“Yes, Gem.” I laugh, “As long as you can be out the door in five minutes.”

Gemma leaves the kitchen and goes back to tell Anne, leaving Harry and I alone.

“You’re coming back here after, right?” He asks, trapping me against the counter.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll actually be in London for almost the entire campaign. You’re going to be sick of me soon.” I smirk.

“Never.”

- - -

“I am OBSESSED with that yellow jacket you had on!” Gemma sighs dreamily as we enter Harry’s flat several hours later. “It’s to die for!”

“Well, I can see if I can get it for you after the shoot.”

We make our way to the living room where Harry is settled in on the couch with a book.

“An angel.” She turns to her brother, “Did you know this one is an angel?”

“You give me too much credit.” I laugh.

“Thanks for the reminder, Gem.” Harry chuckles.

“Okay, now I will get out of your hair. I’ve already stolen all afternoon with you. Hopefully see you soon!” She pulls me in for a hug, “Love you.” I let Harry walk her to the door to say their goodbyes.

Harry comes back after a few minutes and pulls me down in a hug on the couch. He lets out a deep sigh into my neck, pulling my head in even closer.

“You okay, babe?” I ask, taking note of his obvious mood.

“Mmm, I was just thinking while you were out.”

“And what were you thinking?” I pull back so I can get a good look at his face. It’s always been an easy way to see how he’s feeling.

“I was just thinking that we’re both in such a better place than we were all those years ago. I don’t tour every year anymore, and I’m signed with good management that actually lets me make my own decisions.”

“What are you saying?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck and studying his face closely.

“I’m saying that you only tour ever other year, at max. I do the same now. Why can’t we make this work for real again? We’re both more established now and have the right to chose when and where we do things. I know, we make time for each other when we’re in the same city, but there’s nothing saying we can’t be in the same city. I could live in Los Angeles full time. I could live with you. Or we could both go to New York. I don’t care, as long as we can be together.”

“Harry, you’re sure about this? We haven’t truly been together in a long time. I love spending my time with you, truly, but I don’t want you to uproot your life just for me.” I clarify. He’s saying what I’ve wanted to hear for years, but I just want to make sure we’ve thought things through before I give either of us false hope.

“It wouldn’t just be for you, it would be for us. I love you so much, I feel like I’m wasting time. It seems like a waste to know exactly who your soulmate is, and not do everything in your power to make it work.”

“I love you, too.” I press a fast and passionate kiss to his lips, “Although, I do have one thing that I think we should change.”

“Anything.” He answers, his eyes all gooey and lovey making me break out in a grin. I couldn’t keep a straight face over how I’m feeling if it tried.

“Let me move here.”

“What?” He asks shocked.

“You love London and being close to your family more than anything, I could never ask you to change that.”

“But-”

“And I love being close to them too. If today proves anything, you are my family.”

“Let me make the move” I grin.

“Happily.” Harry’s dimples are on full display.

“Hey, isn’t that another song you wrote about me?” I tease.

“Oh, shut up.” He rolls his eyes, pushing me back against the couch.

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prfctethereal · 3 years

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Can you write James Potter smut please. Thank you

frosted hearts. | james potter

pairing: single dad!james potter x preschool teacher!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: NSFW. smut, sub!james, dom!reader, talk of masturbation, talk of punishment, mommy kink, praise kink, tit sucking, thigh riding, slap and degrading kink only for a short amount of time at the end

summary: you are harry’s preschool teacher and one day james is late to picking his son up from school

It was hard to be around screaming toddlers, all day, every day. By the end of your long shifts, your head was blistered by the engraved sound of whining, moaning, and that smacking sound the children make with their lips.

But for the most part, you loved being around kids. Their tenderness brought so much joy to you and you were happy to have become an early childhood teacher. Your workplace was loving, with your fellow teachers continuously supporting you through everything. Even the kids were decently nice.

The age old stigma that kids were devil spawn seemed like the most foreign concept to as you coddled a near sleeping three year old, his warm body curled up to your side. Reading a children’s story to the kids, you felt so much adoration for the children around you, enough to make your cheeks rouge. All of them looked at you with doe eyes as you finished the last page.

“And the princess and the prince fell in love and lived happily ever after.” You closed the book with a soft clap. “The end.”

Looking around, the children beamed, flashing their pearly, toothy smiles towards you. In that moment, you felt at peace, almost content, knowing that you were bringing enjoyment to the kids surrounding you. Gently, you stroked the arm of the nearest child, Harry, as he slowly unraveled from your side.

“Miss?” Harry asked placidly, his tiny fingers down playing with the hem of your skirt. He looked up at you, fluttering his long eyelashes.

“Yes, Harry?” You responded, once you knew that he wasn’t going to speak without permission.

“Do you have a prince?”

At those words, you frowned, your smile disappearing from your face. Admittedly, you have been quite lonely for the past year. Focusing on work has been devastating for your social life. After your messy breakup with your previous partner, you felt like it was unnecessary to rush into another relationship. Quickly enough, those days turned into months, and eventually a year. Your dry spell was becoming quite unbearable.

As the winter months closed in, you wished for more comfort at night. The smoking fireplace could only fill your lonely apartment with so much warmth before you got desperate - needy - for something more. Some nights were spent with your fingers curled up into your cunt, tight from the months of neglect, desperately trying to churn some pleasure out of you, but, there was only so much your own fingers could do. They couldn’t go nearly as deep enough, or stretch you nearly as much as you so deeply desired. You were starting to become flustered just thinking about it.

“No.” Your reply was short, until you realised the kids around you would want a longer explanation. Sighing, you folded your hands in your lap, pursing your lips forward. “I’m not a princess of any sort. Even then, sometimes people don't have someone with them.”

“Just like my Daddy.” Harry babbled unprompted, dawdling away from you to join the midst of his pre-school friends. “He is all alone too.”

You knew Harry’s father, and just the thought of him made you curl your toes in delight. He was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. Deep hazel eyes that light up when he laughs. Plump pink lips that frame his mischievous smile. Strong, muscular arms, complimenting his toned hands, that you can imagine wrapped around your neck...

Before you could even process the dubious insult thrown your way, you felt a sprinkling of fingers press lightly against your shoulders, snapping you out of your daze. Furrowing your eyebrows, you traveled your eyeline up, locking eyes with another teacher who worked there, Lily.

She looked absolutely wrecked. You knew she had been on the phone for most of the afternoon, for reasons you didn’t know, but you expected that you were going to be told now, as she beckoned you away from the kids.

“One moment.” You held up your finger, showing the kids an example of counting. As you walked away, you saw the kids out of the corner of your eye. They too had one finger in the air, repeating the same word - “One!” - over and over to each other. It was very cute.

“Roads have been closing because of the weather.” Lily started, her nimble fingers gesturing out of the frosted window panes. She was right; the roads were starting to look pretty bad. A thin layer of snow seemed to be shredding downwards, coating the town like powdered sugar. The sun stayed behind the clouds, not even daring to peek through, keeping the town in a cold flurry, and keeping the children inside. This was going to be a long shift.

“So, we’ll have to stay here longer tonight?” You asked, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips. You brought the pads of your index fingers up to the window pane, feeling the chill of the temperature seem into your skin. WIthout realising it, you traced a heart shape into the frost, your own heart sighing as you exhaled.

“Hopefully not.” Lily replied. “I’ve contacted all the parents and have told them to come pick up their kids as soon as possible. This storm seems to not be slowing down any time soon. So, potentially, we might be able to go home early, if the children all get picked up before the snow gets too thick. And, don’t bother coming in tomorrow. The snow’s gonna settle, meaning there will be road closure all across town.”

“Great.” A sarcastic laugh poured from your mouths as you turned back to the kids, who were still being occupied by the thought of having one finger in the air. “We should start getting them ready then.”

You and Lily worked diligently side by side, bundling the kids up in layers of soft clothing, keeping them secure from the storm. The kids joined in too, helping to clean the classroom, picking up litter off of the floor, and clearing off tables. As you sprayed down the surfaces of the tables and kitchen counters, you hummed a soft tune, getting into the rhythm of cleaning.

While you were occupied with cleaning, parents started arriving, greeting their kids with loving smiles and gentle touches. You melted as the kids ran excitedly into their parents arms, wrapping themselves around their mums and dads, wishing to not let go. In those sweet moments, you felt a fleeting pang of loneliness. You longed for your own child, and with that, a loyal husband. You breathed out a sigh, something that was becoming quite regular for you by now.

As more and more parents arrived, you saw the sun trickle behind the horizon. Soon, the night sky appeared, painting the sky in hues of indigo and cerulean. As much as you loved the night, you didn’t love the idea of being stuck here all night, and neither did Lily, who was looking even more restless than you.

Her ginger hair fell across her face, partially blocking her vision as she lethargically signed out the second to last kid. Deep, violet bags were forming under her eyes, her skin borderline white from her exhaustion. It was getting hard to look at.

“Why don’t you just go home?” Your offer made Lily perk her head up. “You look way too tired to even continue standing on two feet.”

“I couldn't do that to you.” Lily yawned, clasping her perfectly manicured hand over her mouth. “And besides, Harry hasn’t been picked up yet. I still have to do my job.”

You looked at her with pity in your eyes. You hadn’t seen her this exhausted in years, and you knew her anxiety was bubbling up as more and more snow fell onto the ground. “Please just go Lily. It’s only Harry; I can monitor him by myself. You need to get home before the snow gets heavier.” Before she could butt in, you continued. “Besides, Harry much prefers me over you.”

Lily laughed, closing you tightly into a friendly hug. “Thank you so much. I’ll get you back another day. Are you sure you’re all good closing up on your own?”

“Go home.” You waved her away dismissively. Lily bounced around and in only five minutes, she had collected herself, and had dashed out the door, leaving only you and Harry in the pre-school.

He was looking quite tired himself, which was understandable. By now, it was nearly eight o’clock at night, a time you knew was well past his bedtime. Harry had curled himself up on one of the naptime beds himself, his raven hair falling over his eyes. Staying by his side, you caressed his back, until he fell into a soft slumber.

You felt lonely again. Harry was asleep and there was nothing left for you to do until Harry’s father arrived to pick him up. You knew a few things about Harry’s father, from the fleeting conversations you had had over the time Harry had been at this school. You knew his name was James, and he looked like heaven. Everytime you glanced his way, you felt yourself grow wet. It probably was a problem, but your secret crush didn’t hurt anyone, so you kept it secret.

Long after it had become dark, you finally saw canary coloured headlights glint in the distance. It was a relatively nice car, something you’d expect a well paid ministry worker, like James, to drive. You watched attentively as the car parked slowly and surely. Then, the car door opened, and you got your first look of James for the day.

He definitely looked a little tired but there was something endearing about it. His fluffy brown hair was slightly disheveled, as if he had run his fingers through it greatly. His round glasses sat low on his nose bridge, with his natural eyes scanning the area. There, he locked eyes with you through the window, the same window you had drawn your pathetic heart on. Right then, James was positioned right in the middle of the heart, condensation like a halo.

Before you knew it, James had opened up the door into the school, realising a sigh of relief when he was hit by the warmth of the classroom. Dramatically, he closed the door behind him, leaning up against the frame, apologies falling from his lips like rain from the sky.

“I’m so sorry I was late. Traffic was crazy. Too many road closures.” James seemed frantic, but the solidarity of the preschool was definitely calming his mood down.

“There’s no need to apologise, Mr Potter. Harry is delightful to look after.”

“Please,” James held out his hand, “call me James.” You intertwined your fingers with hsi, shaking his hand ever so lightly, the same hand you had fantasised about. It was everything you dreamed of.

“I should drive Harry home now.” James broke the silence, his voice cutting through the tension, making you want to salivate. You didn’t like the idea of James driving in his state, especially since he looked so tired. If anything, he would need some caffeine in him before the journey.

You reached your hand up, stroking his right cheek with your left hand, concern filling your eyes. “Oh, please James, you look so tired. Let me make you a cup of tea before you journey back home. You look as though you need it.”

James chuckled. “Alright then, just one though. Besides, Harry seems to be having a lovely nap. Wouldn't want to disturbed him now, would we?”

You guided James into the back kitchen through a secret door. Here was your break room where you could have some peace and quiet away from the kids. It was one of your favourite places in the entire school, because even though you loved the kids, sometimes you just needed a place to help you unwind, and unwind you did. Countless times you had fallen asleep back here and had dreamed of James.

“We have Earl Grey. Is that okay?” You looked through your cupboards, eyes locking onto a small red box, tea bags flooding out of it. Personally, you weren’t a big fan of it, that's why there were still so many, but James didn’t seem to mind it.

“Please, sounds lovely, dear.”

You worked in silence, turning the kettle on to boil. Carefully, you dunked a tea bag into a mug, swirling it around in your fingers as you waited for the water to boil. The emptiness of volume was killing; you could’ve heard a pin drop. James was the one to speak up first.

“Harry really likes you. He talks about you often.”

“Oh really?” You chuckled in disbelief, facing away from James, fiddling with some lint of your sweater.

“Yes. Sometimes, he even calls you Mum. I’m happy that he has a mother figure like you to look after him.” You chuckled when hearing James’ words, which confused him. “Why are you laughing?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You said, reaching for the kettle. “He’s just not the only one to have called me Mommy before.”

James furrowed his brows, even more confused. “You have kids of your own?”

“Not quite.” You swung your head around, throwing James a cheeky grin. That’s when he understood what you meant. He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, his pants seeming just a bit tighter than before. It was definitely hotter in the room.

“What normally happens when people call you that?” James asked, testing the waters. As you stood to move around, the chair scraped against the wooden floors, alerting you of his prowling presence.

When he was a mere inch away from you, you smirked once again. “Why don’t you kiss me and find out?” You weren’t sure where this rush of confidence was coming from but you both seemed to not want to slow down.

Consciously, James raised his hand to your cheek, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. His soft hands lingered a little too long, before his eyes flickered downwards towards your lips. You knew what he wanted, but you never took him for the shy type. Something about this made you aroused. Needing relief desperately, you lunged forwards, connecting your lips to his.

It was everything you thought it would be. Hungry, passionate, skilled. Your lips melded perfectly together with his, as his lips sucked gently on your top lip. Yearning for something more, you moved your hands down to his ass, giving James an experimental squeeze. Just like how you wanted, he gasped, giving you the perfect entrance to insert your tongue into his ready mouth. He moaned, his lips vibrating against you.

“Show your Mommy how much you need her.” You pulled away, whispering those words at the shell of his ear. You could hear James whimper in front of you, positioning himself so he was straddling one of your thighs, as you were pushed up against the counter tops.

James’ fingers worked at the hem of your sweater. Eager to remove as many clothes as possible from you, he tugged at the edge, slow whimpers escaping his pretty mouth, as you tilted your head down to his neck, aching to leave soft love bites on his skin.

He was getting needier and more submissive by the minute, but to you, he was acting like a brat. “That’s not how we ask for something we want, is it baby? Use your words.”

“Please Mommy, may I take your sweater off?”

With a curt nod, you obliged, watching James’ eyes light up in fascination. Quickly, he pulled your sweater over your head, glad to see that your thin shir had stuck to the material of your sweater, leaving you in just a bra on top. His eyes were transfixed by the way your nipples were hard on your pert breasts, sticking out from your bra.

“Can I take your bra off please, Mommy?” James’ hands had already made their way around your torso, preparing for the inevitable.

“Yes love, good boy for asking.” You felt James grow harder against your thigh as you praised him, a thought that made you smirk in delight and what could be in store.

Like you were made of glass, James slipped the bra off of your shoulders, dragging it slowly off of your arms. You knew he wasn’t teasing on purpose, as it seemed that he was distracted by the sight of your tits, but you needed relief anyway, bucking your thigh up against his crotch as encouragement. “They’re all yours.”

Delighted, James leaned in, his whole mouth engulfing your nipple. With vigour, he bagan sucking, the pleasure of it going straight down into your core. You moaned loudly, something you learned that egged James on. Greedily, he started rubbing his hands down your side, eager to feel all of your skin. You didn’t mind though, as you were lost in your own moment.

“Good- good boy.” You stuttered out as James’ mouth left the centre of the nipple, beginning to suck small bruises into the side of your boob. Normally, you would punish him - well, anyone - for doing that without permission, but you didn’t care at that moment.

Content with his handiwork, James moved onto your next nipple, ready to give you the same amount of pleasure as last time. As he worked your nipple to a bright scarlet like the last one, you noticed a curious movement with his hips. Looking down, you saw James, rutting his hips into you, humping your thigh as if he was a bitch in heat. You moaned at the sight.

“You like that, huh? You like,” - you jolted your thigh upwards - “Mommy’s thigh?”

“Mmm, so good.” James mumbled against your tit. You knew he was close to coming, but you weren’t quite done with him yet. Pulling him away from your body, you looked into his eyes to see a hurt expression, something you didn’t like seeing. Luckily, it wasn’t going to last long.

“If you can make Mommy cum from your tongue, then I’ll let you cum on my thigh, alright?” With an excited nod of his head, James immediately sunk to his knees, diving his head underneath your skirt. His fingers worked quickly, stretching the fabric of your panties to the side so he had the best access possible. When you heard a muffled “Oops” against your thigh, you could tell that your panties had snapped from James’ force, but you didn’t mind. He made up for it by being so damn skilled.

He dove in nearly straight away, his tongue licking straight up the lips of your cunt, lapping at it as if it was his first ever meal. The end of his tongue teased the entrance to your velvet walls, pressing in ever so slightly and pulling away, creating tension and frustration for you. But it felt so good.

“Feels so good, darling. Doing so good, my good boy. My good, good boy.” You knew he was spurred on by praise, so you gave him what he needed. Threading your fingers in his hair, you held him down slightly, taking the tiniest amount of control back.

When he began sucking at your clit, that's when you really felt the tide going out. It was ebbing at your senses, the only indication being your shaking body and the mewling whimpers coming from your mouth. This only encouraged James further to topple you over the edge.

Slowly, James brought his fingers up to your cunt, teasing your entrance with his finger. Then, he slipped it inside of you, feeling the way you clenched around his finger. You were so tight that James dreamed of how you would feel around his cock, these thoughts going straight to his straining dick in his pants. He needed relief, so he worked faster, inserting another finger and pumping faster.

You were so close by now. The combined stimulation of James’ lips suctioning at your clit and his fingers working in and out of you was too much. With one last hard suck, you felt your orgaasm wash over you like a tsunami. You could hardly hold yourself up, and that was evident by the way you toppled to your side. The only reason you didn’t hit the floor was because of James’ lightning fast reflexes, keeping you upright.

“Did I do good, Mommy?” James asked, his shiny eyes looking up at you with adoration, his lips glistening with your cum. You smiled sweetly down at him, stroking his cheek with your hand, until you pulled it back and gave him a harsh slap across his face.

“It was so good baby, but I thought I said only using your tongue?” James had the look of realisation on his face, but you kept going. “Naughty boys who don’t follow rules have to be punished, and I don't think you want to get put in the Naughty Corner, do you?”

James whimpered, but it sounded like he was enjoying the degradation. A smile spread across your face.

“Oh so you do? Good boy.”

#James potter #James Potter x reader #James Potter fluff #marauders era #marauders #harry potter

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artzee-bee · 3 years

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Flower crown worthy of a princess| Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer (Netflix)

Request: “ Can you write reader and Lucifer Who have spent a few hard days and run away from others together and go on a forest picnic and finally dance together in the forest. Forgive me I know it's ridiculous. ”

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

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You could barely contain your excitement as you were tying your shoes and checking your bag to make sure you had everything you needed. Lucifer already texted you saying he was waiting for you outside of your apartment building.

Both of you had been going through a very stressful last couple of weeks. Work life was busy for both of you and you were constantly exhausted and on edge, to the point where, when you hung out, you would be too tired to do anything fun, and would spend your time in complete silence, either on your phone or napping.

“I just wanna get away from it all” you said to him one night

“Give me a time and date and I’ll be right there with you, my dear”

At first it was a silly joke, a hopeless dream perhaps, but the more Lucifer thought about it, the more it began to sound like a real possibility. He approached you again, a couple days later, about running away for ‘just a couple days’. You gave in a lot easier than you’d like to admit, but a weekend far away with Lucifer sounded like a dream come true, so you agreed to it. From there on, he swore to take care of all the details. All you needed to do was be ready to get picked up shortly after work on Friday.

You skipped down the stairs, running out the front door of your apartment complex, only to see Lucifer in the parking lot, leaning against his car. He was dressed in a red suit, cigarette between his teeth, he didn’t even seem to notice you until you yelled his name

“Ah, there’s my pretty lady!” he said, extinguishing the cigar and leaning in to give you a kiss. You could still taste the smoke on his lips

“Are you ready?”

“More than ever”

“That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear!”

You hopped in the car and off you went. Miles and miles of road ahead, you didn’t even know where you were going really but the fresh air was running through your hair and the radio was softly playing a bunch of 80s songs. Lucifer’s hand was on your thigh and you couldn’t help but think that if heaven was real, it must feel something like this.

Lucifer drove further and further away, until the city became a mere memory. You couldn’t look through the windows of cafes and fancy boutiques as you rode by anymore, instead you were delighted by the view of green fields and tall trees that made you feel like they would swallow you whole. You tried to get your boyfriend to tell you where you were going, but to no avail.

Eventually you reached a little dead end, in the middle of the forest. Lucifer parked the car and got out to open your door for you

“Is this the big surprise? A dead end street in the middle of nowhere?” you teased

“It sure is my love” his casual voice made you think for just a second that maybe this was it, but before you had time to think that through, Lucifer led you around the trees and bushes in front of which he parked the car, revealing a little open area, in the middle of the forest. You could hear water running somewhere to your right, letting you know there was a little river nearby. The trees were so tall, they felt like they were shielding you from every worry and every bad thing that happened back home and in the middle of it all, there was a little red blanket on the ground. A picnic basket was patiently waiting there, with a flower crown atop.

“Lucifer, did you do this?”

“Who else, darling?” he laughed

“But...when?” you found it hard to say anything. The view before you was astonishing and all you could do was look around to inspect every single detail

“A devil never reveals his secrets” he teased. Lucifer led you to the blanket and picked up the flower crown, placing it on your head

“A little gift for my beautiful princess. It’s not quite like the jewels we see while shopping but I think it suits you much better than gold or silver.” and he was so right! The crown was rich and full of colorful flowers, which complimented your hair color perfectly. Plus, you had never been the materialistic type.

“Thank you Luci”

“Pleasure is all mine, as always” he smiles down at you before grabbing your hand and gesturing for you to sit down.

The basket was full to the top with all sorts of different things. You had everything, from your favorite sandwiches to fruits and snacks, chocolate muffins and ice tea. Music from the car was playing softly in the background. Lucifer even took the time to make a special playlist with both of your favorite songs. You spent so much time there, it began getting pretty cold, so Luci took off his suit jacket and handed it to you. The day was magical, but like all good things, it had to come to an end. Once it started getting dark, you and Lucifer both concluded it was probably time to start packing and leave. You carefully packed away all of the packages and folded the blanket, but right as you were about to hop in the car, you noticed your favorite song coming from the speakers. With a playful smile on your face, you grabbed Lucifer’s hand and dragged him back to where your picnic had been

“Love, what are you doing?”

“Dance with me?” you said, holding out your hand for him to take

“Well, I can’t say no to that'' Lucifer immediately took you into his arms. Your hands went around his neck and his were holding your waist as you swayed back and forth to the slow music. Lucifer was looking into your eyes the entire time, with an awestruck expression.

“What?” you asked, giggling

“You're so beautiful, you know that?” you blushed at him

“Yeah, you make sure to remind me everyday” “And I’ll keep doing that until the end of time because you, my darling, deserve it” as he said these things, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, in a soft and gentle kiss. You poured all of your love and soul into kissing him back and it still felt like it wasn’t enough. No matter what you did, you could never love this man enough. Finally, you broke the kiss, and as Lucifer pulled away, he accidently knocked off your crown, making both of you laugh.

“It’s fine I guess, we’re leaving anyways” he said, pulling you in the direction of the car

“Wait, no!” you picked the colorful braid of flowers up, inspecting it carefully “I wanna keep it”

“What for?” “To remember tonight”

“And what are you gonna use it for?”

Years later, that flower crown is hanging above your desk at home. You and Lucifer are married now, and he still teases you about keeping the dried flowers on the wall, but you don’t care, because everytime you look at it, you are reminded of how much you love this man, and always will

#lucifer #lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer morningstar fluff #lucifer morningstar

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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heyyyyy jess, my fave person ever, so like, you know bucky is king of my heart so pls can i request bucky x reader being like, in a new relationship, yk not being together for a while and they’re both still so shy but obviously in love. extra points if we can get sam and nat teasing them hehe, i love you!!!!

a/n: omg ofc ilysm !! sorry this took so long I’ve been so busy i barely have time for anything i hope this is okay !! :-( request some bucky stuff pals !

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From the moment you met bucky you were immediately taken by him, from his mannerisms to his casual pet names. You were a blushing mess and you would find yourself trying your hardest to not make your crush so obvious. No one ever talks about how exhausting it is to hide your feelings for someone, you needed an outlet. So of course you did what anyone in your shoes does, you shoved all your feelings for him in a tiny box, writing pages and pages on end of how you felt and stuffed them all in one box.

The said box was well hidden you had thought, stuffed away 4 inches behind your secret stash of candy and other miscellaneous snacks.

“y/n can i have some chocolate i broke my arm yesterday you have to say yes” Sam had mentioned, arm still in a sling and Bucky rolled his eyes, looking at you with a small smile, you flashed a grin to Sam and sighed loudly.

“well had you listened to me in the first place your arm would be just fine” you shot back, getting up from your spot next to bucky and walking towards your room. “well?” you raised you brows and Sam grinned, excitedly getting up and trailing behind you.

As you reached ur room you stopped him and made him wait outside to keep your hiding spot a secret, but you hadn’t realized he was peeking through the cracked door and knew just where to find your snacks. You handed him his favorite chocolate and he walked away, a smile on his face and a mischievous look in his eyes.

It wasn’t until you had gone out for a walk that Sam snuck back in to steal some cashews from you, and he saw the shoe box behind the container. He raised his brow and as best he could wiggled the box out with one hand.

He flung it open and read through the letters, eyes widening as he read about how you felt about Bucky, he felt himself smiling as he read how much you cared about the super soldier, loved him even.

Then a twang of guilt and sadness and he realized you hadn’t told Bucky for some reason, but why? Sam didn’t think twice before giving everything to Bucky and walking out a smile on his face and feeling as if he had done the best thing in the world.

You were confused as to why Bucky wanted to talk to you so badly when you got back from your walk, and then your heart fell when you saw the familiar shoe box on his bed.

“w-where’d you get that?” You questioned, face heating up as he shook his head, “that doesn’t matter y/n, do you mean it? what you wrote?”

Hindsight Bucky was a love sick puppy all around, and his face at that moment said it all, he would do anything for you and had you not been panicking and planning your life in Venice as a secret spy under the alias of some obscure name, you would have realized your feelings were reciprocated.

“maybe” you whispered.

the two of you stared at one another for a couple seconds before he simply dropped the papers in his hands, took one stride towards you and placed his hands on your face, brining you in for a kiss that you gladly returned.

So there the two of you were, sitting on the couch giggling with each other and looking at lego sets to build. Bucky had an arm around you and you were cuddled at his side, a smile on your face as he debated on which lego set to get for the two of you.

“you know we could just get both right” you mumbled, looking at him as he stared blankly at his phone before turning to you, a smile growing on his face.

“are you serious?” he asked you, cheering as you nodded, he quickly dropped his phone and swept you up from the couch, spinning you around and kissing all over your face. The two of you were so caught up you didn’t see sam enter the room.

“oh great, now you guys are gonna be doing that all over the compound” Sam groaned, sitting on the couch and turning on the tv.

“you know this is technically your fault” you spoke as Bucky set you down, Sam furrowed his brows and began to protest.

“i did not say ‘hey she likes you now go kiss all over the whole compound’ that’s his fault!” He pointed at bucky who smirked at him.

“had you not been so nosy we wouldn’t be dating!” You shot back and Sam huffed, mumbling something before going back to watching tv. You and Bucky were whispering something and giggling and Sam groaned once again, “okay but can you at least try to be quiet” and Bucky blushed slightly, turning to Sam and shaking his head.

Sam rolled his eyes, letting out a loud sigh and turning his attention back to the tv.

“we can go right now to buy the sets, it says they’re in stock and i think it’s gonna rain later too” you spoke, quickly locking your phone and going to put on some shoes and Bucky quickly followed you, making Sam laugh at how clingy the super soldier was.

“okay yeah we can do that” he smiled, picking you up midstep and taking you to your room, giggling to yourselves the whole way there. He set you down on your bed and he kissed your forehead before going to his room to get his own shoes.

bucky loved holding your hand, in the store, while paying, on the drive back and walking into the compound together.

Quickly you cleared the coffee table and set the first set down, Bucky nervous since he’s never built a lego set before. You could tell he was nervous and you nudged him slightly.

“don’t worry, I’ll show you” you smiled, kissing his cheek softly, causing him to blush and turn away quickly.

Both of you smiling like idiots as your hands brushed reaching for the same piece, giggling everytime one of you dropped a lego on the floor.

Sam rolled his eyes at the sight of the two of you, getting up to leave when he bumped into natasha, she had a small smirk on her face.

“what’s got you all mischievous looking” he questioned, raising a brow. Nat waved Sam off and smiled at how happy the two of you looked, essentially playing with pieces of plastic. Natasha walked into the living room and slipped into the kitchen, she could hear your shy giggles and Bucky’s light chuckles from the kitchen.

“it’s about time the two of you got together” she spoke after drinking some water and walking back into the living room. Both you and Bucky turned to face her, your face burning red and Bucky had a small smile on his face.

“w-what do you mean i don’t think it was obvious” you spoke, looking at nat and back at bucky and she only shook her head with a playful smile on her lips.

“please, you for one blushed at anything he said” she began talking to you before swiftly turning to Bucky, “and you started actually dressing up instead of wearing sweats everyday” she laughed, wondering how everyone could’ve been so blind to it.

“well Sam didn’t know!” Bucky smirked, natasha thought for a second, shrugging her shoulders and nodding in agreement.

“touché barnes” she smiled before leaving the living room, stopping for a second and looking at the two of you, “I’m happy that you guys found each other” she spoke before heading out, leaving both of you a blushing mess.

suddenly it all become very real to you, bucky was right there, you were dating him. you were with him. A smile overtook your lips and you bit your bottom lip softly to try to hide the smile. quickly clearing your throat before bucky could see how soft you were, continuing to assemble the lego set.

Bucky on the other hand was sweating bullets, trying his best to impress you by how fast he could finish his part of the lego set, nervous with how effortlessly you pieced everything together. He noticed the small smile on your face and the way you were biting your lip, the way you do when you try to hide your smile. He grinned at the sight, assuming you were trying to hide the smile from him he acted like he didn’t see, his ears growing red at the thought of telling you how much he loved your smile.

You spent the evening finishing both the sets, the soft patter of rainfall hitting the window as the two of you admired your work, smiling ear to ear.

“now what, we finished that faster than i thought” you frowned and Bucky felt his heart sink.

“i thought you wanted to finish it fast? i tried hurrying because i thought the point was to finish it quickly?” his brows furrowed and you couldn’t stop the way your heart melted.

“oh buck” you giggled leaning over and kissing his cheek, “that’s not the point but thank you for trying your best anyway angel.”

Bucky turned to putty, his shoulders relaxing and a smile on his face, pink dusting his cheeks as you stared at you lovingly, “angel?” He questioned softly and you widened your eyes.

“I- i mean i can call you something else if you want! I don’t know why i said that i just-” you began but he cut you off.

“I love it doll” he reassured you and you blushed at the name he’s called you all this time, still affecting you just as much as the first day he called you it.

The two of you were love sick puppies, there was no doubt about that. Sam and Natasha didn’t tease the two of you much after the first few weeks of your relationship, happy that you and Bucky were so good together.

#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes one shot #soft Bucky Barnes

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