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drewstarkeyslut · 3 months

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THE WAGER💋ᡣ𐭩

SUMMARY: you make a bet w/ your stepbro!rafe. if you win, you get to take his bike out for a ride whenever you please but what happens if he wins? (idea from the movie cruel intentions)

WARNINGS: stepcest, mdni 18+, smut (p in v), oral sex (female receiving), some lowkey degrading, choking, possessive!toxic!rafe

“Are you saying that I, Rafe Cameron, wouldn’t be able to win her over? Is that it?” Rafe scoffed, pointing his fingers towards his chest and giving you a dim look.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to say. I mean come on, you truly think Sofia, little miss perfect princess, is going to give up her virginity to you? Pleeease, what makes you so special?” You snort.

“Oh y/n. You know me by now, don’t be so naive” Rafe laughs.

“Okay then, Rafey, how ‘bout a wager then?” you propose, taking a seat on the bed.

“You did not just call me that. I swear y/n, if you call me that one more fuckin’ time, I swear I’ll ruin you and you know exactly what I mean. Y’know I don’t play that shit.” Rafe booms as he glares you down.

You just loved pushing his buttons by calling him Rafey. He hated that nickname ever since he was a kid. “Relax there hothead, it’s not even that serious, just fuckin’ round with you, having some fun.” You jested.

“So, anyways, the bet..you really think you can get Sofia to fall for you in a week? You sure you’re capable of seducing her in such a short time?” You ask, curiously.

“I won’t even need the full week babe, give me a few days and she’ll be at my mercy and on her knees for me” He grins and sends you a wink while walking towards you.

“I’m just that irresistable… I mean, shit, even you want me y/n, I know you do. My own step sister. What would your mom think about her precious daughter getting fucked out of her mind by her own step brother? Huh?” Rafe laughs and just shakes his head.

“Shut up, you’re so full of yourself” You retort, rolling your eyes. He wasn’t wrong.

“So that wager of yours….” Rafe continued.

“If I win, I get to take that really nice bike of yours for a ride whenever I please” You beamed.

“And if I win, hmmm?” Rafe questions. His arms caging you in as he hovers over you.

“I’ll give you what you’ve been obsessing over ever since our parents got married” you stare into Rafe’s eyes batting your lashes.

“How ‘bout you be more specific y/n” Rafe instructs.

“In simple terms…. I’ll fuck your brains out” you emphasized, smirking at him.

“What makes you think I’ll go for it? That’s my one and only bike and you know I like to take care of my shit. Not even the bitches I’ve fucked ‘round with have taken a ride on that bike.” Rafe replies, making his way off the bed.

“Because, I’m the only person you can’t have and it kills you.” You reveal, walking after him with a cunning look in your eyes.

“Seems to me, that you, my bratty little step sis wants to ride my cock just as bad as I want to ruin that pussy of yours, yeah?” Rafe grits, his face just inches away from yours.

You both start to get flustered as your lips nearly touch, you could feel his hot breath on you. The sexual tension so thick in the air.

Rafe’s starts to palm himself, trying to keep his dick down. He knew what you were trying to do and it drove him insane.

“Looks like next week I’ll be riding that fancy bike of yours” you tease.

“The only thing you’ll be riding is me” Rafe taunts.

“Whatever you say, Rafey” you shoot him a wink before you skip out of the room.

You were getting ready for the day when you receive a text. It was from Rafe.

“That pussy of yours better be ready for me and waiting in my bed tonight slut” a photo attachment followed the text, catching your attention. The slut in you was hoping it was a picture of his dick.

You open the text thread and click on the photo. Your eyes go wide when you see Sofia with her hair and makeup a mess, obvious she was completely fucked out. He sent the photo as proof, but he was also being petty. He knew it would make you jealous.

Rafe did what he does best. He added her to the tally of girls he’d gotten what he wanted from. He was honestly a little too good at putting up this “real gentleman” facade that no one actually knew his true intentions. It never failed to fool every girl he sought after. They would give themselves to him just to never hear from him ever again.

You were sincerely the only one that knew the toxic fuck boy that was, Rafe Cameron.

For as long as you could remember you were always attracted to your step brother and you weren’t afraid to make it known to him. You knew it was bad but did you care? No, you were no saint, probably no better than Rafe himself.

You sat there thinking how Rafe was right, and it pissed you off. Just a few fucking days and Sofia was all over him, trusted him with her virginity, it disgusted you. It drove you mad that he was right and it drove you insane that he fucked her.

Tonight, things between the two of you were only about to get spicier, and little did you know what you were getting yourself into.

“Oh, my. god. Fuck! Rafe, right there! Don’t fucking stop” You scream. Rafe’s face was currently lodged between your thighs, his tongue lapping up all your juices.

“My sweet, sweet step sister. Shit, you taste so fuckin’ good, who would have known?” Rafe moaned. He proceeeds to suck on your clit and slips a couple fingers into your soaked cunt.

You squirm above him trying to pull away, clit getting way too overstimulated. He agressively shoves his fingers in and out of you. You’re a moaning mess screaming his name, coming to your sixth orgasm.

“It’s too much Rafe!! I can’t t-take any m-more” you whine.

“Stop fuckin’ movin ‘round. Just behave and try to stay quiet, yeah? Can’t have our parents hearing us and finding out what were up to now can we?” Rafe scolded, grabbing your thighs to keep you grounded.

“No, I guess not. Please… I don’t know how much more I can take” you cry.

“Come on stop being such a damn brat, I don’t know how much I can take” Rafe mocks, laughing at you being the most vulnerable you’ve ever been with him. It genuinely just turned him on more.

He ignores your cries and continues licking and sucking at your clit, adding in a third finger.

“I’m gonna cum again Rafe. I can feel it…Oh god I-I’m cumming!” You moan as you squirt all over his tongue and face. You lay there trying to catch your breath, your mind went fuzzy, you swear all you could see were stars.

“Such a good little slut f’me, now come and ride this cock until I cum in that pretty pussy of yours” Rafe orders.

He pulls his boxers off in one swift motion, his hard cock throbbing just for you, precum already dripping from the tip. Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets at the sight of his long, thick and veiny cock. You’ve never seen one so big and so pretty, it made you drool.

“Like what you see?” Rafe smirks.

“It’s s-so big, never seen one like it… I’m scared Rafe, will it fit?” You ask nervously.

“I’ll make it fit baby. Relax and sit on this dick like a good girl” Rafe mutters.

You hover above him, your hands using his chest for support as you line yourself up to his cock. You slowly sink down, gripping him tight like a glove.

You start finding your rhythm and ride him like your life depended on it, sending Rafe into complete ecstasy. His hands automatically reach for your throat, squeezing your airways. His tongue clashing into your mouth.

“Atta girl, that’s it y/n, god you’re so fuckin’ tight, going to make me fuck a baby into you.” Rafe grunts. His hands travel up to your hips grasping you hard, moving you up and down his cock with brutal force.

“Oh, fuck! Fuuuuckin’ f-feels sooo good r-rafe!! want you to use me like a toy and ruin this little pussy with your big cock” you sob.

Rafe didn’t think his dick could get any harder but your words…those words had an effect on him.

Rafe flips you, switching positions so you’re now on your back. He gives you no warning as he rams his dick into you. His hands are squeezing your tits as he drills into your cunt with brutal force stretching you out.

“Want you to watch your pussy get fuckin’ wrecked baby” Rafe grinned. His hands grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling your head down, folding you, making you watch his cock devour your pussy.

You’re watching as his length slams in you at full length, you’re creaming all over his already drenched cock.

“Doing so good f’me like the obedient slut you are, love takin’ your step brothers dick, hmmm?” Rafe teases.

“Yes, yes! The only cock I need. Oooh fuck! Please, need your cum inside me Rafe!!!” You moan, so loud he has to cover your mouth. His thrusts get faster and sloppier, you know he’s close.

“Holy shit, this pussy is s’gooood! Gonna fill you up to the brim. Oh fuck, fuck, here it comes! Ahhhh I-I’m cumming baby! Yes, yes! Take it and be a good little cumslut, the only thing you’re good for” Rafe screams, profanities and moans filling the room.

He was shooting warm ropes of cum into your cunt while still fucking into you until he pulls out, his cock springing up, sending cum flying towards you and landing on your face.

“Oh my—that was, um that was hot Rafe. Why didn’t we do this before?” You ask breathlessly while putting your clothes back on.

You were just about to walk out of the room when Rafe violently grabs your hair and pulls you up against him, his big arms locking you in, your back against his chest.

“You know, y/n, if you wanted to fuck me you could have just said so. You belong to me now, understand? I will use you whenever and however I please.” Rafe snaps so close to your ear that you wince in his grasp.

“Y-Yes, I understand R-Rafe. I’ll be good. I promise, I’ll be good.” You stutter, knowing you were completely and utterly fucked for the long haul.

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miinatozakiii · 5 months

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dreamer girl

hirai momo x fem!reader ; smut ; wc: 5.4k

synopsis: momo has a sex dream which has her rethinking her roles in bed, it even makes her realize she’s into a lot of things she thought she would never be intrigued with.

warnings: smut with no plot i just wanted her crying (^‿^) ; kink discovery!!! ; almost somnophilia?? ; reader being called “miss” and “ma’am” ; mommy kink ; overstimulation kinda ; bondage ; ummmmm did i miss anything ; momo is a bottom!!! ; whipped momo ; kinda filthy idk i got carried away ; cursing lolll

a/n: the first half of this was written right before i fell asleep i apologize, but it gets better (i think)

momo was always known to be the more dominant girlfriend, not that it was explicitly said or anything—she just had that rep.

to be fair, it was true. her hand would be on your waist when you were out together, ensuring that everyone knew you were hers. she’d drive you everywhere and you were content being her passenger princess, enjoying the occasional squeeze and caress of your thigh every now and then. typical pillow princeess, spoiled, and bottom girlfriend treatment—you loved it.

it was safe to say that momo wore the pants in the relationship, but she was a sucker for you behind closed doors. you’d pamper her endlessly and to your amusement; she’s incredibly easy to fluster.

now, what’s also behind closed doors is what happens in bed (and on the couch, the kitchen counter—pretty much any space in your house where you can be held against—basically anywhere, but bedroom can be used as an umbrella term in this case.) momo can be pretty versatile when it comes to sex; she can be the sweetest soul ever, whispering sweet nothings and endless praises while her fingers pound into you ruthlessly. there are also moments where she’ll be holding you by the throat and making you scream, teasing you endlessly and degrading the hell out of you while stripping your orgasm away, she loves the control she has over you in bed and she knows you like it. momo loves it.

most of the time—if not all the time—momo is in charge when in bed and sure, maybe you’ll finger her or eat her out here and there, but it’s usually her taking the lead, always pleasing you.

momo is content that you easily submit to her and you’re fine with letting her ruin you; after all, no one else can do it like her. momo’s pretty content with this dynamic, she’s never had to think twice about it.

not until recently.

momo does not know how she had gotten here, there’s no memory that had led up to this moment.

you’re sitting on the couch with the tank top that momo adores on you and it shows a bit of your stomach, your collarbones, and your toned arms; your girlfriend is all worked up just from the sight of you like this.

momo is on the ground—on her knees—and your gaze is lowered down on her. your eyes hold a strange allure, something lustful, and hungry; momo feels small in the position she’s in, she’s never seen you like this, but fuck does it make her all nervous seeing you in this new light. she ignores the discomfort building up on her knees as she kneels before you.

“you look so pathetic like this.” you say, voice low and dangerously sweet, opposing your words. momo whimpers unintentionally and you laugh at her. “i haven’t even touched you yet, don’t tell me you’re all riled up from this?”

“i— no,”

you grab her face so her cheeks are squeezed between your thumb and the rest of your fingers, her lips squish a bit and she lets out a small, nasally whine.

your jaw tightens and you correct her, “no miss.”

momo is not used to this side of you—not used to you being so stern—but holy shit she’s entranced. her body tenses up and she gulps lightly.

“s-sorry miss…”

you loosen your grip. “that’s more like it.”

momo’s breath quivers when you rub her bottom lip with your thumb, pushing it down slightly while looking at her with a lidded, lust-filled stare.

“i wanna have my way with you, you’ll let me do that, yeah?”

“yes miss, whatever you’d like.” momo responds almost immediately; it comes out rushed and breathless. you giggle at this adorable, needy version of momo.

“what a good girl…” you coo, “let’s go to the bedroom, yeah? rather i’d make a mess out of you there than here.” you say, and momo nods eagerly.

when the two of you make it to the bedroom, you quickly order her to take off the shirt she has on. your girlfriend is quick to follow your commands, and when you tell her to lie down on the bed she does as told.

you walk up towards her then situate yourself so you’re straddling her, your core just barely making contact with hers. leaning over, you press a kiss to her forehead and back away, bringing your hand up to her face to cup her chin.

“you look so adorable, baby.” you mumble, sliding your hand down her neck slowly. momo’s tummy hitches when you trace down to her collarbone and she moans softly. just before you trail down to the prominent line that separates the muscles at her core—

momo wakes up, a sharp breath slipping past her lips.

she blinks once, twice, then shifts in the bed. her eyes are squinty when she opens them despite the room being pretty dim.

there’s a weight on her shoulder and she turns to see you sleeping peacefully, feeling the soft breaths you let out on her neck and the way your chest heaves up and down against her. you shift closer to her in your slumber, lazily draping your arm across her torso and snuggling her like a teddy bear.

your girlfriend smiles softly and kisses you on the forehead groggily before closing her eyes again, she almost forgets about the thrilling dream before she falls asleep.

almost.

momo spends a minute or two replaying the scene in her head. she hates to admit it, but the thought of her submitting to you turns her on more than she’d figure it would and makes her ponder for a while before she actually falls asleep. she thinks about the way you looked at her, how you called her a “good girl,” and the tone of your voice. after a couple of minutes of her furrowing her brows, shifting her hips around, and trying to shake off the thought of you being all commanding; momo is finally drowsy enough to fall asleep again.

a week after momo has this enticing dream, you’re sat on the couch with her head on your lap. your fingers twirl her hair around subtly, every other minute they dig deeper and massage her scalp gently.

your pointer brushes along the curve of her jaw, then runs down her neck and onto her jawline. you rest your hand there, rubbing her soft skin lightly before going back to massaging her scalp. with this action, momo shifts in her place a bit, and a slow, pleased breath leaves her lips.

you giggle quietly. “damn, must be comfy huh?” you mumble, continuing to massage her head how she likes it.

momo shifts again, and this time you catch her thighs rub from the corner of your eye. your brows furrow just barely when momo sighs, mumbling something you can’t seem to catch. you take your hands out of her scalp and watch her squirm more, her lips part as her brows crease. she continues to rub her thighs together, even biting her lip in her sleep. you tilt your head, looking at her with curiosity, and then everything clicks:

she’s having a sex dream.

a small laugh leaves your lips and you rest your hand against her cheek while her features etch into a familiar expression of bliss while her breaths get shakier. you watch with interest, curious and honestly pretty very turned on by the way she’s squirming; it’s different than her usual riled-up self, a little more needy, almost—compliant?

“y/n— i, i mean— miss, sorry miss…” she says under her breath, but loud enough for you to hear. your brows raise and you look at her with surprise.

miss?

there’s a blatant moan that leaves her mouth and her bottom lip trembles a bit. “p-please, please miss, i’ll be a good girl for you… please…”

“holy shit,” you mutter, watching your girlfriend rut her hips up and lean her head back slightly. “oh my god?”

something about this momo makes your own hips move up involuntarily and your top teeth trap your bottom lip as they subtly bite down. your hand finds itself inching down to momo’s thigh, and your thumb rubs small circles against the skin below where her shorts end; momo groans at the contact.

your middle finger finds its way in between momo’s legs and lightly grazes against the cloth covering her heat—it’s damp, no, it’s soaked.

“fuck,” you sigh, “bet you feel good in that dream, yeah?”

“y/n, please…”

before you can touch her where she needs it—before you can touch her properly as she sleeps, not just a feathered touch—momo jerks and sits up, groaning then rubbing her eyes. she turns so that she’s sitting like you; legs dangling off the couch and back facing the cushion behind her. she sits up properly while she recovers from her quick nap; and her tremendously appealing dream.

her cheeks grow even warmer when she sees the hand that is still in between her legs. “w-what, what are you doing?” she stutters, flustered from the dream and how wet she is.

you chuckle and decide to tease her just a bit, “were you having a sex dream about me?”

momo pauses, eyes widening. she chokes out a response, “i um, well, yeah… was i—”

“you called me miss, what’s with that?” you ask, watching her whole body tense up and eyes dart away from yours.

momo shakes her head then rubs her eyes, shifting away from your spot on the couch. you’re not going to take that as a response.

you lean closer and place a chaste peck to her jawline, then mutter in her ear, “c’mon, you seemed like you were enjoying your dream, it was cute.”

“y/n i—” she starts, shivering when your lips graze her earlobe and your breath hits it suddenly. “it’s just a dream i mean, i just—”

“too scared to admit something babe?” you laugh, “it’s okay if you want to bottom, not judging ever. actually, i’d be more than happy to switch roles y’know. i wanna make you feel like that, can i?””

your hand snakes around her waist and slides under her shirt, the feel of your skin on hers makes her breath tremble. momo whines when your lips tease her jaw again.

“it’s stupid, y/n, really.” momo tries, “it was just a silly dream.” she argues. your girlfriend inches away from your touch and starts to stand, you catch her by the wrist and grip it firmly.

“not so fast momoring.” you say sternly, looking at her with a quirked brow. you stand up swiftly and push her down onto the couch, standing in front of her now and looking down, eager for an answer. “you’re going to tell me what you were dreaming about.”

momo looks up at you and something about how helpless she looks turns you on more than you’d like to admit.

“words momo, use your words and tell me. you can do it, yeah?”

her hips subconsciously shift when you say that, and she continues to avoid your gaze, frantically looking around the room, the floor, and anything but you. her unusually timid self makes you laugh at the sight of her—sleepy and bashful, also pretty turned on from the way her thighs rub against one another—and then you use your hand to tilt her head up so she faces you.

“words, or i can stop what i’m doing, you want me to stop?”

“no, please no.” momo responds almost immediately and unintentionally—she said without thinking—almost as if she were out of breath. you laugh in response, tucking her hair behind her ear. “it’s just… embarrassing…” she adds.

“just tell me about it and we can make your dream a reality, yeah? seemed pretty good from the way you were moaning my name, baby.” you tease, “now, speak up.”

momo hesitates for a moment, looking at you and folding from the sultry voice you talk to her with, low and alluring. she darts her eyes away quickly and then returns to the burning eye contact. she gulps lightly, then starts to speak with a trembling voice,

“i um, you… i,” she clenches her jaw before starting again, surprised at how she’s obeying to you so easily. “first i was on my knees—for you—in the bedroom.” she looks down quickly, jaw tensing when she cringes at her words. her mind is a mess and her heart beats at an abnormal pace, but she’s way too turned on to turn back now.

you snicker, “were you now?”

“yeah.” she admits. your hand slides to her neck and your fingers play with her hair subtly, she continues, “and… you told me to call you miss and ma’am—which i did do—and, fuck this is really embarrassing y/n, it’s all stupid, really—”

“ah ah, keep going.” you say in amusement, breaking the eye contact so you can look at how her lip’s part and jaw tighten.

“you took care of me,” momo finally says, “really well.”

“yeah? want me to take care of you like in your dream?” you ask, and she nods eagerly.

you smile proudly at how brave it was to admit this to you, and you’re glad because holy shit did it sound intriguing and as her girlfriend, you have to make her dreams come true.

you bite your lip while tilting your head slightly, then simply say— no, you order: “bedroom, come.” and momo follows you when you start to walk towards the shared room, feelings of excitement flowing throughout her body. there’s no way her sex dream is about to come true.

the door closes behind you and you turn to see your girlfriend standing there nervously, looking at you eagerly with a lust-filled, yet anxious stare.

you take a step forward and her breath quivers, you smile at the sight. “down on the bed, sit.” you order, momo listens competently and does as she’s told. “good girl.”

now with that remark momo feels her tummy do a flip and her pussy throb, the way you say it with that low, seductive voice kills her. it makes her knees weak. you walk up and trace your finger up her neck, and with the way her muscles contract subtly when she tenses up, you can tell she’s already sensitive and on edge. it’s ironic seeing she’s the one who usually has you like this.

“now tell me more about your dream, give me the full details.”

“i told you, you made me feel good… y/n please, it’s embarrassing—” momo is cut off when you harshly hold her face up, her cheeks being squished by your fingers when you do so. a low whine escapes her lips and she grips the sheets, looking at you with puppy eyes that make almost make you laugh.

“god you’re pathetic, so shy it’s almost annoying. now, miss or ma’am from now on, since you’re being so incompetent.” you scoff. “when i tell you to do something you do it. got it?”

momo nods quickly.

“and now i’m telling you— no, this is an order: tell me about your dream, momo.” you say sternly, and momo gulps, looking at the desire and lust in your eyes.

she’s not used to this side of you, not used to this bossy type of y/n and it’s making her wetter than she had anticipated. momo hesitates and tries to maintain eye contact with you, but it’s hard.

“sorry miss,” she says in the cutest voice ever, so desperate, so obedient. you could get used to this.

for the most part, you’re being so stern with her because it’s really fucking hot seeing her like this, seeing her fold under you so easily when you’re the one who’s usually in this position. you also need to know more about her dream because one: how will you know what she really wants from you, how you can please her to the best of your ability. two: you want to know more of what’s going on in that dirty little brain of hers., what fantasies you’ve been unaware of.

momo cannot believe she’s submitting so easily to you, and there’s no escape from this confrontation of her little sex dream. so, she does what she has to, what you ordered her to do—all because she’s a good girl, your good girl.

“my wrists,” she begins, struggling to recollect the memories from her dream due to how flustered she is. momo can feel her cheeks literally burning, and the way your eyes drill into hers does not help her state right now. “they were tied with the black tie i wear to work and i was naked, you were touching me, ruining me.” momo locks her eyes with yours and her brows give in, relaxing as she fully gives herself to you with that helpless, needy expression. “i was being good and you said i was a good girl too, yours. you left me a mess, left me crying.” and after saying all of this, after recollecting the memories from her very enticing dream, she musters up the courage to ask, “can you take care of me like that? please?”

her pride and whatever embarrassment she had from earlier is out the window at this point; now the only thing she wants is you to ruin her, she doesn’t care how flustered she’ll be after this, the only thing taking over her is the hungry desire for your care and touch. just like that damn dream of hers.

you smile, satisfied with this more detailed answered. “of course baby, as long as you’re good for me.” you assure, cupping her cheek and letting her ease herself into your palm. “you can do that, yeah?”

“yes ma’am.”

“good.”

you take your hand off her cheek and she whines lowly, earning a small chuckle of amusement from you. turning around and taking a few steps, you reach for where momo hangs her work tie on the hook drilled into the door, then grab the fabric hung on it. you wrap it around so that it’s resting around your neck untied. momo watches you attentively, focusing on the way your hips sway subtly, eyes the way your fingers play with the fabric as you walk back to her.

“clothes off.”

“yes, ma’am,” momo responds, quickly taking off her t-shirt and shorts. you bite your lip when you see her nipple just barely poking at the thin bra she has on, leaving a small—yet noticeable—small bulge in the fabric that covers her breasts. your eyes run down her body, pleased to see the damp fabric that’s darkened by her arousal, which paints a smirk on your face.

“you’re so pretty baby, i’m gonna ruin you, ‘kay?

“yes, please, do whatever ma’am.” she says, hands gripping the sheets to contain her eagerness. “i’m all yours.”

“i’m glad you know your place.” you mutter before placing your hand on the center of her upper chest, just under her collarbones. you ease her into lying down onto the bed—making her shift over a bit so her shoulder blades press against the headboard—and straddle her. “my good girl.”

to be completely honest, you’re not one hundred percent sure where you’re going with this, and really, you’re using what momo does to you against her, she’s better at this dominance thing than you are. your first instinct is to close the distance and kiss her, locking your plump lips against her soft ones. your girlfriend whines into the kiss, hands desperately clawing at the exposed skin that isn’t hidden by the crop top you have on. she lets you take over and lead the kiss, following your lips when you decide to linger and then pull back half an inch or two. she’s desperate for your touch and whining each time you tease her, it’s amusing.

you start to suck at the skin on her neck, earning a choked-out groan from momo and a string of curses when your hands start to add stimulus by rubbing circles down on her inner thigh. you pull away from her skin and gaze at the artwork you’ve left on her neck. momo looks at you with the neediest look you’ve ever seen; it’s incredibly tempting and makes you want more.

“so cute.” you mumble. momo sighs, resting her head against the headboard before you press another kiss to her jaw. your hands slither to around her back and your fingers unclasp the navy bra she has on, it falls down around her, leaving the top of her body uncovered. “i’m gonna ruin you.” you say, almost as if it were a promise; a very dirty promise.

you kiss her deeply again, letting her chest squish into yours as you do so and she’s so sensitive that the small amount of contact makes her groan weakly.

“mommy, please… need you, please” her voice breaks slightly, so desperate for attention her sensitive tits that push against you. what she calls you catches you off guard, and it even takes momo by surprise, it just left her mouth on accident. she pauses in place after processing what had slipped past her lips, quickly backing down from embarrassment and her voice shakes when she catches herself, “i-i didn’t mean to say th—"

“shh, shh baby,” you assure, growing needy yourself from what slipped from her lips. “miss” and “ma’am” were already hot enough coming from momo, but “mommy?” holy shit that made your head spin, and it’s the last thing you would’ve thought you were into—but now you’re sure you’re into it after hearing her say it like that. undoubtedly, it’s undeniable that you’re into all of this.

“be patient baby, mommy knows what she’s doing, ‘kay? i’ve got you.”

momo lets herself relax again knowing that you don’t mind her slip-up—one that made your pussy pulse severely—and she lets you make your previous marks darker, you make sure it’ll take at least a week for them to fade away.

you’re pretty new to all of this, new to being in control, the new title you’re being given, this momo; everything is all so thrilling and you fucking love it.

finally, you decide to give momo what she wants, she’s been so obedient and patient, you might as well be generous.

“sit up for me princess, hands behind your back.” and momo does exactly what she’s told just like the good girl she is.

you pull the tie off of your neck and hold it with both hands, bringing it over momo’s head and behind her so you can wrap the tie around her wrists, restraining her hands with a secure knot when you finish tying. now momo’s completely under your control, and her hands are all tied up, meaning you can do whatever. it makes her cunt pulse so badly and she desperately needs you to ease that.

you start by pecking her lower neck sensually, then you start planting kisses down to her breast and eventually latching your mouth onto it. momo moans immediately—and very loudly—as soon as your lips make contact with her sensitive area. your tongue abuses her nipple, swirling around it while you suck and stimulate her; momo might cum just from this, and she’s baffled at how sensitive she is for you.

she shivers when your hand slides up her torso, twitching when your fingers graze along her abs. she continues to moan, it’s more of a whimper at this point from how fucking delicate she is, and she can’t do anything about the overwhelming sensation due to her hands being unable to grip at your skin or hair.

you pay attention to the other tit, giving it the same treatment as you did with the other: sucking on it, swirling your tongue around, leaving marks, and making her breath stutter. momo’s back arches as you leave a trail of kisses down her abs, whining strangled “mommy’s” and begging you to fuck her good.

she’s lightheaded when you press your fingers against her panties, and when you slip them off she whimpers pathetically; it’s adorable.

momo sighs desperately, pretty much begging every time she says something coherent. “a-ah, p-please mommy i’ve been good…”

without warning your lips clasp onto her pussy, and momo’s wrists strain against the tie wrapped tightly around them. she twitches when you eat her out, your nose pressing to her clit every now and then while your tongue fucks her into oblivion. momo tries to hold back her orgasm, i mean, you’ve only toyed with her tits so far and you’ve been eating her out for the past (what momo thinks, though her mind is really fucked right now) thirty seconds, and her breath is already erratic.

“m-miss, fuck, m-mommy p-please i-im—"

her attempt to hold back her climax fails when you suck on her clit and she feels herself shudder as she cums into your mouth. her thighs close around you and words twist at her throat; she practically sobs as you lap up all her arousal. you look up and catch the way her tummy quivers when she breathes, the way her head rests against the headboard while she collects herself.

when she looks down, she looks at your eyes peering back into her own, lust filled and lidded.

“you sound so pretty all riled up baby.”

a smirk finds its way to your lips and you trail back up her body with kisses, making your way back to your chest. before you indulge into her sensitive tits again, you decide to be a tease and brush your fingers over, they spring back into place from how hard they are and you smile. you flick them and momo lets out a choked-out moan. then, you make her scream by suddenly pinching the hardened bud between your fingers, you like this helpless momo. she’s unable to do anything about your teasing and touching. you place hand in between her thighs and two fingers run up and down her folds, teasing her entrance while you kiss her lips hungrily.

she struggles to kiss you back properly, distracted by the sensation down at her core. when you pull away she whimpers, then moans when you stick two fingers in. her head leans into you and she groans into your skin breathlessly, “m-mommy, agh keep going… so good miss, fuck,”

“mommy making you feel good?” you ask, and she nods against you, making you smile. “my pretty girl, so good for me just as she should be.”

you plunge into her harshly, fingers making contact with the sweet spots of her walls that make her bite into your shoulder. at this point, her wrists are going to have crimson marks from how much they’ve been pushing and struggling against the fabric that restrains her.

her breath grows heavier and tears start to form from how overwhelmed and sensitive she is, the word “please” is repeated at least ten times as you fuck her relentlessly. she’s quick to cum again after you thrust into her with your fingers again—this time pretty harshly, the top of your palm abusing her clit as you do so—which makes her back arch dangerously and tears roll down her cheeks, her flushed, hot cheeks.

holy shit. you think, looking at her state. her face is rosy, her pussy is already starting to swell, and tears form in her eyes again; she looks so goddamn pretty like this. you want her sobbing.

without warning, you shove two fingers back in and momo yelps, her body jerking from the sudden pleasure.

“w-wait, m-mommy— ‘s too much—”

“shh shh baby, i know you can take it. you’re a good girl right? gonna take it for mommy?”

momo closes her eyes tightly and catches her breath. she nods, then responds with a strained voice, “anything f-for you,”

“good girl.” you say, and you decide to push her limits a bit, adding a third finger to her battered, swelling pussy.

this is what has tears flowing down and despite the sobs, momo doesn’t want it to stop; she’d cry even more if you were to take your fingers out, if you were to stop abusing her core with those fingers of yours. her mind is so foggy, everything starts to get dizzy and you simply watch your girlfriend squirm and lose herself from your touch.

“so much, ah— m-mommy ‘m gonna cum, c-can i cum? please? please let me…” she begs.

“of course you can sweetheart, mommy is going to take care of you, always.” you assure, kissing her cheek and tasting the slight saltiness from her tears. “cum for mommy, yeah? you’ve been good.”

your fingers move in and out of her cunt with a sharp rhythm and curl at the spot that earns the loudest lewd noises. her breath hitches again and a knot forms in her stomach. she groans, cries, and whines—all at once, somehow—and you feel her walls tighten around all three fingers.

momo cums and a loud cry—practically a scream, one that might have your neighbors asking what’s going on—escapes her, the loudest of the night probably. her hips jerk up, she twitches, and tears fall onto her collarbone and chest. she falls limp against the headboard when you take your fingers out and her breath is still heavy, but she recollects herself.

with your thumb, you wipe away a few of her tears and kiss her incredibly swollen and red lips softly. she whines quietly into you as you do all of this, you caress her neck and help her relax after her overwhelming climax.

you pull away and admire your girlfriend: flushed cheeks, puffy lips, pink nose, and dampened cheeks from the tears that wouldn’t stop flowing down.

you undo the knot of the tie tightened around her wrists and throw it somewhere to the right. momo brings her—now free—hand up to her face and wipes her tears away, sniffling lightly. you smile at how adorable she looks; she’s all ruined and littered with deep red marks all over her neck, body, and inner thighs.

“c’mere.” you mumble, settling yourself beside her. you put out your arms and momo weakly leans into you against your chest, you pull the (now slightly dampened at the bottom) blanket over yourselves.

“was i good?” momo asks genuinely. you smile and kiss her forehead, then push her hair out of her face.

“more than good, you did great.” you assure. momo moves her head so that it’s situated in the crook of your neck, and she kisses it softly; a small giggle leaves your lips. “did you always have dreams like this?” you ask.

“once,” momo mumbles, “i woke up in the middle of the night from it last week, but that’s it. only that dream and… earlier…”

“would you have told me about these dreams if i didn’t catch you sleep-moaning?” you say teasing her with the last part of your response.

momo thinks to herself for a brief moment, then says, “i don’t know, it’s embarrassing.”

“no, not at all.” you say, “i didn’t know you had a mommy kink—i didn’t know i had one.”

“me neither… it just, slipped out.” she says, “ugh, this is so embarrassing, stop.”

you laugh and kiss her head. “well, i liked it a lot. you clearly liked it too.”

“uggghh.” momo groans.

“c’mon, am i wrong?”

momo pauses for a bit.

“no.” she responds.

you decide to leave momo alone and give her a little breather after fucking her to tears and teasing her about her newfound kink. you massage her scalp and feel her fully relax into you, her eyes close and she kisses you one more time.

“momoring, before you sleep.” you mumble, she hums. “can we do this again?”

she responds quickly, “please.”

you giggle and smile again, pressing her naked body closer to you and closing your own eyes. momo is glad that her dreams came true, and she hopes there are more dreams like these that can be fulfilled in the future.

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The Younger Kind Part 33 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You need answers so you can move forward with Bradley. He wants to reassure you that you're everything Meredith is not. And it always feels like everyone else is trying to define your relationship for you, but you want to take control.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, mentions of smut, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4900 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley felt sick. This must have been why you were clearly so uncomfortable since he got home yesterday. He could tell that something else was wrong outside of the break in at your old rental and the cut on your hand. And it was the fucking dirty video he had made with Meredith years and years ago.

God damn it.

As he rushed out of the kitchen and tried to find you, Bradley called out, "Princess!" But you didn't respond.

How irresponsible and careless of him. He hadn't watched that video since he and Meredith were living together. Sure, he'd uploaded it to his phone and watched it on a few deployments before Noah was born, but that had been it. He had deleted it from his phone, but apparently there was a backup copy. And the fact that you had seen it had him in such a vibrant state of panic, he couldn't get to you fast enough.

"Baby, where are you?" he called out, yanking his fingers through his hair. He looked in Noah's room and then continued to the bedroom that he wanted you to share with him forever. And there you were, standing with your shoulder pressed up against the bedpost that was adorned with your paper crown. You looked impossibly young and so sad, and he wasn't sure what else to say except, "Princess. I'm sorry."

You just shook your head and looked at the floor as you wrapped your arms around your chest like you were trying to protect yourself. God, you never needed to protect yourself from him anymore. He wanted to be the one to protect you from everything else, not make you worry.

When he took a step closer, you looked up at him with tears shining in your eyes. "You told me I could go through the stuff in the attic," you whispered, rubbing your hands up and down your arms nervously. "I didn't mean to watch your personal video. I wish I hadn't. And now I feel so stupid for moving all my stuff in."

Bradley ran his palms over his face. The bedroom smelled like you. The whole house smelled like you. It was intoxicating, and he was always going to need it. "Baby, I had no idea that was in the attic. I didn't even know it was saved anywhere. It was from years ago, okay?"

"I know," you replied, wiping at your eyes and looking toward the dresser he had encouraged you to finish filling up with your stuff. "I know it's not new or anything. But... I hated it."

"I hate it, too," he replied immediately. "And I hate that it hurt you."

Then you pushed away from the bed and squared your shoulders, and it felt like you were forcing yourself to keep eye contact. "Did you keep it because you still watch it? And am I an idiot for giving you those photos? Because I don't know if I can compete in that way." The words at the end of your sentence started to fade away softly, and Bradley closed the distance between your bodies without touching you.

"I didn't keep the video intentionally, Baby," he swore, ready to drop to his knees and beg. "I don't watch it. I didn't know it still existed. Why would I keep it when I'm with you now?"

You traced his knuckles softly with your index finger and whispered, "Because she's beautiful."

"No," Bradley growled, tucking his fingers under your chin and gently guiding your gaze up to meet his. "She's been a nightmare for me. For us. That's not beautiful. She's nothing like you." Then you melted against his body, and Bradley whispered, "Nobody competes with a Princess."

He rubbed his big hands up and down your back as yours settled around his waist. "I don't even want to have to think about her," you whispered against his shirt. "But she's everywhere, like she wants to make sure she's not forgotten."

Bradley kissed your forehead. You weren't wrong. Meredith had come out of hiding as soon as he got involved with you, and she just wouldn't quit. "She's in custody now. There's no reason for us to have to think about her."

"But the USB-"

Bradley took your chin a little rough in his palm and kissed you hard, eliciting a whimper. He kissed you until both of you were breathless, and you were clinging to the front of him. Until he felt like things could get back to the way they were. "Let's destroy it."

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You let Bradley take you by the hand and lead you to the kitchen where he bent to pick up the USB drive from the floor near the sink. Then he reached into one of the cabinets and grabbed a cutting board.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"Something I would have already done if I knew it was still here."

Then both of you walked out the back door into the afternoon sun where he set the USB drive down on the cutting board on the patio. And then you watched him dig around in the shed and return with a hammer. He went right to kneeling on the patio without any hesitation, and you watched him make quick work of it. With three swings of the hammer, bits of blue plastic went flying in every direction. By the third hit, all that was left on the cutting board was some mangled wire and flattened metal. The stupid thing was obliterated, and when Bradley looked up at you, there was a smile on your face.

He tossed the hammer aside. "Come on, Baby," he said, standing and scooping you up in one smooth motion. "I want you forever, Princess. You don't have to doubt that." He kissed you softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Do you believe me?"

"Yes."

He grunted as he kissed your cheek. "She's gone. She doesn't live here. She has no bearing on what we're doing."

"I know," you promised as he carried you back into the kitchen and set you on the counter. "I know, Daddy." You watched his expression soften further at your words and your touch as you pulled him closer by his shoulders.

"She's not coming back," he whispered, placing soft kisses to your lips and face. "It's just us. And Noah. He's ours."

Ours. You wanted that. You wanted to be as much a part of this home and this family as Bradley was. As Noah was. And you knew they both wanted you here. They were your boys, and you were their Princess. You needed to accept that it could just be that easy.

"You're making everything seem so simple," you whispered, squeezing his shoulders and biceps as his fingers kneaded into your hips and waist.

"It is," he promised. "It's just us, and we'll figure out the rest."

"I don't want you to feel like I'm the one making it harder though. Like I'm the one taking advantage of the situation and your house and your money."

Bradley took a deep breath and planted one hand on the counter next to your thigh, his other thumb skimming along your lips. "That was what Meredith was like. Not you. You're too smart to waste money. You're too sweet to take Noah for granted. And you're too perfect to ever intentionally take advantage of someone. And it makes me want to share everything with you."

You kissed the rough pad of his thumb, and he replaced it with his perfect lips. His mouth was everywhere, and his hands were starting to roam, and you thought he mumbled something about a ring. But then your phone started ringing in the pocket of your scrub pants.

Bradley paused with his hands on your thighs as you held up the phone. San Diego Police.

"You better answer it," he whispered, kissing your cheek and pulling his big, warm body away from yours.

"Hello?" you said a bit breathlessly.

"It's Detective Summers. We've completed our search of your rental. Just wanted to let you know you can enter the house again and clean it up, and we'll be in touch with your landlord."

"D-Did you find anything?" you sputtered, holding the phone tight to your ear.

"No," he replied, almost monotone. "Nothing. We've got no leads and barely any evidence. I'll email you the report and call back with any updates."

Then the line went dead. "Fuck."

"What's wrong?" Bradley asked cautiously. You barely recounted the brief conversation with him before your phone was ringing again in your hand.

"It's my landlord," you said, tossing your head back. "He's going to start making a big deal about the glass again."

But you answered the call so you could hopefully just get him off your back and move on from this headache once and for all. And he wouldn't shut up about the stupid broken window. "You need to come over today so we can talk about how you're going to get this repaired. And then we can discuss an additional month of rent."

Bradley must have been able to hear your landlord clearly through the phone, he was talking that loudly. And when he took it out of your hand and pressed your phone to his own ear, you didn't stop him.

"Right," Bradley growled, and you would have loved to see the look on the other man's face. "So what you're saying is you'd like to wrap all of this up today? Sounds great. We're on our way over."

Then he ended the call and helped you slide off the counter. "Uh oh, Daddy. I think you just made things worse for me."

Bradley scowled and said, "He shouldn't have been talking to you like that. Like any of this bullshit was your fault. Let's go. I promised I would fix everything. Let me try to fix this for you so you don't have to deal with it. You live here now."

You watched him grab his checkbook before he took your hand in his and led you outside.

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Bradley was pissed off. You and he were finally getting somewhere talking in the kitchen. You were listening to him, he knew you were. He was in way over his head with you, happily. He would do anything to make your day easier, gladly. You always did the same thing for him and Noah. But he didn't appreciate how nobody else seemed to want to get off your back.

He was holding your hand, maybe a little tighter than was comfortable for you, while he drove to your rental house. He loosened his grip a little bit and asked, "Has your landlord always been a prick?"

You just shrugged and ran your thumb along the side of his hand. "Kind of. But definitely worse since I told him about the glass."

"Needs an attitude adjustment," he grunted, passing Penny's house and pulling up to the curb in front of the rental. "Is that him?" he asked, nodding toward the man standing on the porch with his hands on his hips.

"Yeah, that's Sam," you confirmed, and Bradley leaned over to give you a quick kiss.

"Let's get this sorted out so we can go get Noah."

You climbed out of the Bronco, and Bradley rushed around the front end until he was at your side. He was pleased to note that Sam's eyes went a little wider as Bradley marched up the sidewalk with his arm wrapped around you. He was also pleased that you seemed completely relaxed next to him now.

Sam planted one hand on his hip and scratched his bald head. "Listen, missy. Let's get this sorted out with a rent payment so I can get my new tenant in here." Bradley had to fight back a smirk, because he sounded nowhere near as aggressive as he had over the phone.

"I just don't understand why you expect me to pay another month of rent. This was literally a crime scene, Sam," you said. "I didn't break the window myself."

He pursed his lips at you. "That's debatable, since the police said there was no way to know who broke it. And honestly, with the things kids get up to nowadays-"

"I'm sorry," Bradley said, cutting him off, but he wasn't actually sorry at all. "Sam? Is that your name? Sam, she's not a kid. She's an adult. Start treating her like one."

He opened his mouth and snapped it shut again before finally asking, "Who are you, exactly?"

Bradley wrapped his arm a little tighter around you as he said, "My name is Bradley. But you can call me Lieutenant Bradshaw. Just wanted to let you know that I already talked to my lawyer, and she doesn't owe you another month of rent."

Sam's eyes bugged out. "Your lawyer?"

"Yes," Bradley barked. "Pay attention. There will be no additional rent payment. Got it?"

"Y-Yes," he stuttered. "Fine. But she still owes me four hundred dollars for the broken panel of glass."

Bradley pinched the bridge of his nose before he turned to you and kissed you. You looked up at him with surprised eyes as he said, "Do you still need anything else from inside, Princess?"

"No. Nothing."

"Great." Then he left your side and marched over to Sam, glaring at him as he opened the door. Bradley's shoes crunched on the broken glass and he looked around the floor inside the front door. "This looks like about a hundred dollars in damages to me."

Sam looked scandalized. "No way. It's four hundred."

Bradley glanced at you out on the front step before he leaned in closer to Sam. "If you make me get my lawyer on the phone, I'm sure she would be delighted to explain to you why your departing tenant actually owes you no money at all. And we can get the San Diego police department on the phone as well just for some added clarification. Tenants are responsible for damages they cause to the property. That does not apply here. Understand."

When Sam didn't say anything, Bradley pulled his checkbook and pen out of his pocket and asked the man how to spell his name. "Here's one hundred bucks, because I've been in an exceptionally good mood this afternoon with my girlfriend. You really caught me at a moment where I'm feeling generous. Now that's going to be it. Sound good?"

Sam met his eyes, and Bradley really thought he was going to try to disagree with him. "That's fine," came his eventual response, to which Bradley smiled smugly.

"And why don't you just go ahead and delete her number out of your phone. Go ahead. Do it now, while I watch," Bradley encouraged like he was talking to a very dim person. "No reason to keep calling and bugging her when you have a new tenant moving in, right?"

"Sure," Sam murmured, and Bradley watched as he deleted your name and phone number.

"Now, one last thing. You stressed my girlfriend out for no good reason. So I'm going to need you to apologize to her."

Sam's gaze was steely, but he turned toward you anyway. "Sorry." It was the saddest excuse for an apology that Bradley had ever heard, but he nodded at the man regardless.

"Great. Won't be talking to you," Bradley told him, and then he reached out for your hand. "We should go get Noah before we're late," he said.

"Yes, Daddy," you gasped, and Bradley's eyes snapped up to meet yours. He paused halfway to the Bronco and slid his hand around your hip. Your eyes were filled with need as you very slowly pressed your body tight against his.

"Princess," he grunted.

"That was so hot," you moaned softly, and Bradley's eyebrows shot up. "I don't even know if what you said about rent and Tracy and the police is actually true or not, but my god, Bradley... so.... hot." You pressed up on your toes to kiss him.

"I'm not sure if it's true either, but I was prepared to call Tracy," he told you, gently guiding you along to the Bronco.

"Well Sam certainly believed you."

"Yeah, well I was feeling a little aggressive. I don't understand where he gets off talking to you like that. Probably talks to all women that way. You think my mom would have let me talk like that when I was younger? You think Nat would let me know? Jesus, he's lucky I didn't kick his ass."

Bradley had the door open and you were halfway inside when you leaned in and kissed him, tugging him closer by his hair. "I'm really turned on."

"Fuck," he grunted as he heard Sam start his own car and pull away. It was probably the combination of clearing the air about the video and making sure he reiterated that he was in this thing with you forever. And it probably didn't hurt that he took care of your landlord, too. Because Bradley was turned on as well.

Your kisses felt like the heated ones he knew by heart. The ones he thought about while he was looking at his collection of polaroids. But when you moaned his name against his lips and stroked him through his jeans, he pulled away. "Baby. Later, okay? Later."

"Okay," you said breathlessly, still reaching for him.

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You sat in the Bronco on the way to get Noah with your hands tucked under your thighs. Bradley was stealing glances at you at every stoplight, and you were doing the same.

"Princess," he grunted, turning to face forward as a light turned green.

But you couldn't help it. You felt a million times better than you had this morning. If the video with Meredith was never kept intentionally, then you could get past it. And if Bradley was willing to shield you and Noah with his life, then you could stop questioning him about everything else. It was like the floodgates of your apprehension finally opened up, and you wanted everything with him again. His time, attention, love and care. The fun and the physical intimacy.

When he parked at the daycare, you crawled across the seat in your ridiculously wrinkly scrubs, and he welcomed you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and said, "Thank you for today."

He kissed your cheek and asked, "What did I do?"

"Everything," you told him right away. "You made me feel comfortable with you paying Tracy. And you didn't get mad that I was upset about that video. And then you had a real conversation with me about us. And you never let anyone treat me like a child. I love you."

"I love you, too," he promised, and you kissed him before you reached for his door handle.

You still weren't sure what he had been expecting last night, but he didn't seem annoyed with you one bit. He never did. But you wanted to make it clear anyway. "And later, after Noah goes to bed, I want to have sex with you."

He stopped you from climbing out of his door with his big hands at your waist. "Only if that's what you want. The last few weeks were rough for you. For both of us. We don't have to rush getting back into that, even if you and I are turned on right now, okay?"

You met his eyes and shook your head slowly as the image of Greyson popped into your mind. "You're perfect," you told him, and then the two of you walked inside to get Noah. Casey was still there, just like earlier this morning, and you felt smug as Bradley kept his left arm draped over your shoulders while he signed Noah out for the day.

Then he bundled you up in his arms with his lips and mustache pressed to your temple for all the world to see while Casey turned away with an eye roll and went to get Noah.

"Daddy! Princess!" he called, carrying some new artwork in his hand as he bounded toward you both. You didn't think you'd ever get tired of watching the way Bradley effortlessly scooped his son up into his arms and held him so you could get a hug and a kiss from Noah.

"Did you have a good day?" you asked brushing your thumb along his cheek while he handed you a painting of a dinosaur.

"Yeah. I'm hungry."

"Oh," you said, looking at the two of them. "Today was a little crazy, and I didn't plan dinner."

"Let's get pizza," Bradley replied easily, barely saying goodbye to Casey as she hovered near the desk and called out to him.

You were smiling as you buckled Noah in while Bradley called in the order, and then the three of you went to pick it up. He ordered from the pizzeria on the same block as his preferred coffee place, and when you moaned, "I love when you bring me coffee from that shop," he chuckled as he parked.

"That's why I ordered the pizza from this location. Figured nobody was bringing you French vanilla coffee on a regular basis while I was away." Then he paused and raised one eyebrow. "Nobody else was spoiling you with overpriced luxury coffee drinks, right?" he asked playfully.

"Nobody," you confirmed. "They might write my actual name on the cup if they tried. And I would hate that."

Bradley carried Noah inside and you hooked your fingers through his belt loop as you waited in line. "No," Bradley mused. "That would be absolutely unfit for a Princess."

When the drinks were ready, the barista slid them toward Bradley along with a marker, and he handed Noah to you. Then you watched him write Princess on your cup.

"Am I still allowed to be the Knight?" he rasped softly, looking up at you for permission. When you nodded, he jotted that down on his own coffee cup. But before he could hand the marker back, the barista slid another cup across the counter.

"Something sweet for the little guy. He's so cute!" she said with a smile at Noah. Bradley shoved five dollars into the tip container before writing Prince Noah on the small cup filled with whipped cream and a plastic spoon.

He had it all over his face as you held him while Bradley opened the door to the pizza shop, and then you watched your boyfriend juggle a pizza box, a container of salad and two coffees on the way back to the Bronco.

"You're very coordinated for someone so old," you told him softly, and Bradley carried you around to the other door while you squealed with delight.

"The slander," he growled playfully. "I won't tolerate it."

"What do you plan to do about it?" you asked, cupping his handsome face in both hands as you kissed him.

"I'll kiss you until you learn to respect your elders."

You laughed with your head tossed back as he kissed your neck. "I think it's great that you don't know the difference between a punishment and a reward. You must have forgotten in your old age."

He groaned and said, "You're just making it worse for yourself for later, Baby."

"Excellent."

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Bradley watched you cut up a slice of pizza for Noah while he liberally dumped the dressing onto the salad and mixed it up. You seemed more relaxed now. He did too. The destroyed USB drive and the open conversation and all the little touches and kisses made today almost perfect. Sure, there had been the details about Meredith and your landlord to contend with, but Bradley would do that shit any day as long as you were here.

"It's still pretty hot, Noah," you said, putting the plate in front of him.

Yes, you should absolutely stay here forever. The desire to have another child with you was always strong for Bradley, but it got so much more intense when you took care of Noah. He wanted to talk to you about it, but today already felt overloaded with feelings. So he would wait.

"This is good," you said in between bites of salad. "I like this dressing," you told him with a grin.

Bradley looked back and forth between you and Noah. Your palm was still covered in a bandage, and he knew you were tired based on the way you'd slept so soundly on him last night. The deployment had been a lot for you, but of course you did everything just right. Of course Noah was happier than ever and asking if he could call you his mom.

"We should take a vacation," Bradley said absentmindedly.

"We should?" you asked as your eyes met his. "Where?"

He smiled as Noah asked for more pizza. "I have some ideas. We can talk about it later."

You pressed your lips together. "I thought we were going to do other things later?"

Bradley laughed. "With age comes experience, Princess. And I'm pretty good at multitasking as long as nobody asks me to cook anything."

"Multitasking?" you asked, eyes wide as Bradley got more pizza ready for Noah.

"Yeah," he replied. "You want me to show you later?"

You hid your smile behind a slice of pizza. "Sure do."

Bradley let you and Noah off the hook after dinner, and he cleaned up the kitchen, not that there was much to do. Then he joined you outside on the driveway where you'd drawn a gigantic crown with purple sidewalk chalk in front of your car. While you helped Noah color a rainbow dinosaur, Bradley took the time to write Daddy loves Princess in huge lettering, and when he was done, you rewarded him with a kiss.

"You boys play while I take a shower?" you asked, wiping orange chalk on your scrubs.

"Of course. Or take a bath if you want to. Go relax."

He wasn't sure what you ended up doing, but you were in the shower or bath for a long time. Bradley got Noah ready for bed after he put the chalk away, and when you walked into the bedroom wrapped up in a towel, he was getting himself undressed.

You took a deep breath and blurted out, "Just one more thing from our conversation earlier? About that video?"

"Of course," he said, his hands frozen at the hem of his undershirt, not sure what to expect.

You ran your fingers along the bedpost and said, "I know I'm here now and she's not. And I know there's nothing I can do with you that you haven't already done before... but is there any way we can buy a new bed? That's only ever going to be ours?"

Bradley's heart was pounding. "That sounds like a commitment? You planning on staying forever?"

"Yes, Daddy," you whispered with a smile.

He tugged his shirt off and told you, "Pick out a new bed. Whatever you want."

Your fingers grazed your purple crown as you smirked and asked, "Now why don't you show me some of your multitasking?"

He smirked. "Sure you can handle it?" he asked, tossing his undershirt into the hamper. Did anything feel as good as the way you joked around with him? You were grinning nonstop when he wrapped his arms around you, holding you and the damp towel against him.

"Yeah, I can handle it."

"You say that now..." he replied softly, unwrapping the towel and letting his hands skim along your soft skin. "God, I missed you when I was gone." He watched you preen for him, and it was like night and day how much better you obviously felt since this morning. He pressed his lips to your ear and whispered, "When something's bothering you, I want you to tell me right away from now on."

The soft nod of your head had him tossing the towel aside and holding you against him as you shivered in the cool air. "Yes, Daddy."

He grunted and said, "You know I'll always take care of you."

Your eyes were so needy as they met his, and he watched your head tip slowly back as his thumb stroked your nipple to a hard peak. He worked you up slowly, always coaxing your gaze back to his as he spoke in a very matter of fact voice.

"Now, let's talk about this little family vacation. I think we could all use a break, yeah?"

"Yeah," you moaned.

"Eyes on me, Princess. There's a lake house that Mav and Penny mentioned wanting to take a trip up to, and there are a lot of extra bedrooms. Do you want me to get more information about that?" His hand was sliding down toward your pussy now, and he chuckled as you tried to rub yourself against his fingers. "Well? Do you?"

"Yes!" you gasped, grabbing at his shoulders. "Whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" he murmured, grinning as he slid one finger along your wet slit.

"Mmhmm," you hummed, eyes half lidded as he teased you.

While he figured he could get you to agree to almost anything, he knew exactly what he wanted. And tonight was too perfect to waste on anything except the sweetest words and just the right touches. "I want to take my family away for a few days. I want to spoil the hell out of you."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and moaned, "Yes," while you pulled him toward the bed. You were perfect, easing yourself back on the pillows, naked and needy as he took his jeans off.

When he eased his body on top of yours, he let you reach for him first and pull him closer where you wanted him. "Let me spoil you every day? Show you how good I can be? Make you never want to leave?"

You combed your fingers back through his hair as you looked up at him. "I'm not going anywhere."

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Daddy is fixing it. And Daddy is going to spoil his family. Hope you enjoy your babysitter story @beyondthesefourwalls and thank you @mak-32

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pinknightsinmymind · 11 months

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CANON and the morning sex part? maybe some slow messy ✂️ ? nah i'm on my knees throbbing shaking and all

【 mornings - abby anderson | NSFW 】

abby anderson x fem!reader

MDNI NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

wc: 2.8k

content: established relationship, top!abby, bottom!reader, some soft dom!abby, morning sex, you and abby are very much in love, fingering(r!receiving), scissoring, lots of praise, slight body worship, use of pet names(princess, baby, love, etc.), kinda possessive abs, abby teases you a lot, slight exhibitionism (can you call it that? she wants you to be loud enough for other ppl to hear), nipple play for like one second, not choking per say but abby just has her hand on your neck at one point, cuddling/spooning, i think that's about it? this is pretty tame and kinda cute despite being smut lol

a/n: now wait a minute bc..... you got me thinking.... i got so carried away with this😭😭😭 enjoy!!! also for this fic let's all collecitvely imagine abby's morning voice bc i bet it's so sexy😵‍💫

Abby has always been a morning person by nature. Maybe it’s because of all the times she’d get up early with her father, or because of her training as a soldier for the WLF—either ways, she’s an early riser through and through. That’s why it’s no surprise when she wakes up before you, both for convenience and for her own selfish reasons. Those reasons being, namely, that she loves having the extra time to admire you before you wake up. To Abby, there’s nothing like the beauty and the sanctity of waking up next to you every morning. There’s something sacred about it, a preciousness that belongs only to you and her. You’re here in her arms, safe, loved and cared for by her, and she’d have it no other way.

Your head is resting comfortably on your pillow, having rolled over onto your back at some point in the night. The sheets crinkle underneath Abby’s body as she turns to lay on her side because she’s set on taking in the sight of you. She can’t help it; her mornings don’t feel complete until she has. She pushed your shared blanket off her body, but she accidentally uncovered your torso in the process. She adjusted it a little for you, knowing just how much you like to stay under the covers while you sleep. As you continue to snooze, she takes this time to memorize your face, to see the moles decorating your body, the way your eyebrows are so relaxed while you sleep. You look so at peace, and it reminds her why she works so hard in the first place: to keep you safe. You mean everything to her, the whole world, even, and she’d do anything to protect you. That’s why she takes her job so seriously, why she does all the tasks Isaac assigns her, why she clears so many Infected out on patrol, why she keeps an eye out for Scars like she does. It’s all so you can live in a somewhat safer world.

After admiring you for what feels like forever—because she wishes this could last forever, just you and her safe in bed, your own little world—her hand starts to rub your stomach, caressing your sides, her hand coming up to graze your cheek. Right now she can’t help but remember you’re not wearing anything underneath her t-shirt, and the thought excites her. She remembered watching you slip it on over your naked body after making love last night, and how a part of her was sad she could no longer see every curve, every mark, every inch of your skin. Just thinking about how pretty every portion of your body looks underneath that shirt has her head spinning already. She grabbed onto your waist, pulling you into her, but you ended up rolling over onto your side. Abby doesn’t mind, though, and assumes her role of big spoon so she can rub your sides and your stomach even more.

You may be laying on her left arm, but that doesn’t stop Abby’s ability to caress your body. Her free hand roams over your body gently, so contrary to the scary image many people have of her in their heads. So much destruction has been done by her hands, but when she touches you, it’s like she’s never torn anything apart in her life. It’s like for once she has the capacity to care for something, like she’s not who she used to be, like that version of herself never existed. She’s never cared for anyone as much as she has for you, maybe the last person being her father. When she holds you, when her hands touch your body, she feels like she has the hands of a farmer or a painter, because those are people who know how to nurture, how to grow, how to care. That’s something she’s always desperately wanted to do, but she didn’t know how, not until she met you. All it took was one look into your eyes for her to learn, because suddenly she knew just what it meant to want to protect someone and look after them.

It’s after the caresses that she starts kissing your neck and your face, peppering them all over your skin. This is when you start to wake up, familiar with the routine Abby has set after many mornings together, one you never dislike fulfilling. When you start to stir, that’s when Abby finally speaks.

“Morning, princess,” she whispers. You hum in response, still half-asleep and barely batting away your grogginess. “Missed you.”

“Missed you, too, Abs.” Your voice is still rough with sleep like Abby’s, and you find yourself rubbing the hand she has nestled over your stomach. So touchy, you think.

“Look so pretty this morning,” she whispers into your neck. You feel her breath fanning against your skin, and you shiver a little.

“And I didn’t look pretty yesterday morning?” you tease her.

“No, you definitely did,” she says. “You just get prettier each morning.” Her hand moved from your stomach to your sides, rubbing them before sliding down to your hips. She rubs lazy circles there with her thumb as her lips resume kissing your neck. Her kisses are so soft and gentle, and you sigh a little bit as you melt into her touch. Her kisses continue until you feel her move her arm underneath you to slide her hand underneath your t-shirt, skirting over the warmth of your skin until they meet your breasts. Your body feels like it’s on fire with her hands on your skin, and that heat goes straight to your center. A small whine leaves your lips when you feel her start to play with one of your nipples.

“Abs,” you whisper.

“What’s the matter?” she asks, delivering a particularly harsh pinch to your nipple. You let out a loud whimper at the feeling. “Do you need me like I need you?” she asks. Her voice is lower and more gravelly than usual after waking up, and the sound of it has you feeling weak. You nod your head quickly as her hand comes down to grope your ass. “Words, princess.”

“Yes,” you hiss. “Need you bad.” Abby lifts up your leg and places her hand over your cunt. Her fingers just move through your folds, not really touching you how you need, but moving them gingerly to tease you and feel how wet you are. It’s like she’s just trying to feel that you’re there.

“All this for me?” she asks. You say nothing, caught up in how desperate you feel for her touch. You feel hot and bothered and you just hurt. You want her to touch you more and end the anticipation already, but Abby has other ideas. She stops moving her hands through your wetness and instead lets it rest there, cupping you. She removes her other hand from your breasts and rests it on the base of your neck. She doesn’t squeeze, and instead just holds it there firmly. “I thought we went over this, love. Answer me when I talk to you.”

“It’s all for you, Abs,” you whimper. She moves again, satisfied with your answer. “Want you inside.”

“Really, baby? So early in the morning?”

“I just need you,” you answer.

“So desperate for me,” she mutters. You were going to respond, to tell her how mean she was, but you found your words being swallowed when you finally felt one of her fingers insert themselves. You moaned as you felt her fill you up, moving slowly and languidly. She knew how to make the moment last forever, how to make you beg for more. You moaned again as you felt her finger curl inside you, hitting the spot just where you needed her. She chuckled lowly in your ear after hearing your sounds. She loved making you feel good, knowing you were hers to pleasure like this.

“You’re all mine,” she said assertively. “All mine to touch like this. You understand?” She knew you did. You were as devoted to her as she was with you, but she loved to hear it from your lips.

“Yes,” you answer. “I’m all yours. Feels so good.”

“I know it does,” she replied, inserting another finger. A small yelp left your lips at the sudden intrusion, your brain immediately going hazy and filled with pleasure. You found yourself shamelessly moaning with each move of her fingers, one of your hands reaching up to hold onto the one she had on your neck. She moved it from its spot on your skin and laced her fingers through yours as she continued hammering into you with her fingers.

“Keep making those pretty sounds, princess,” she commanded. “I want everyone in the base to hear you. I want them to know it’s me making you feel this good.”

“Oh, fuck, Abs,” you groaned. You wanted to tell her how good she was making you feel, but all that was coming out of your lips were incoherent mumbles. Abby couldn’t help the smirk that grew on her face hearing you fail to speak.

“Yeah? Making you feel that good?” she teased. You poor thing. Just fucked so dumb you can’t even speak, and done all by her. It was an ego boost, but it also made her feel good. Hearing your moans and being able to tell you were feeling good made her wetter by the second. Her own cunt was aching, and it was all for you.

“Abby,” you whined. You could feel your stomach tightening as she continued to hit that spot deep within you that made you go crazy. She knew what she was doing—she always did. She knew your body so well, knew just what it took to make you come apart when she was fucking you. “I’m close.”

“Look at you. Cumming on my fingers already?” You only whimpered in response. “Yeah, keep going, love. Cum all over my fucking fingers.” She quickened her pace, the sound of her fingers pumping into your wetness echoing through the room. You couldn’t help as the loud moan left your lips once you climaxed, the feeling overtaking you and every single one of your senses. It was like disappearing for a moment, swallowed by the white hot pleasure all over your body. Abby removed her fingers from you, grabbing onto your body and turning you to face her. Her lips were on yours faster than you expected, but you gladly returned her kiss. Her hands grabbed onto your shirt and pulled you even closer into her body. She was so desperate and hungry for you, and you were just what she needed to cure the ache between her legs.

“Need to feel you,” she whimpered against your lips. “Want to feel you against me.”

“Fuck,” you whined. “I want to make you feel good, Abs.”

Abby removed her lips from yours and sat up in bed, and you followed her actions. She pulled her boxers and her tank top off, then leaned over and pulled your shirt over your head. That only ignited the aching she felt further as she leaned in close to your body and began kissing you, her hands roaming over your skin, touching you anywhere she could. She loved to admire your naked body like the work of art it was, and she could never get enough of it. As she scooted closer to you, she spread your legs apart as she settled her own between them. When she was finally close enough, she could feel your warm skin on hers, your wetness coating her own. She let out a small groan at the contact as she grabbed onto your leg to her right and started grinding against you.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. She could feel your clit rubbing against hers, and it was driving her crazy. You were still sensitive after your previous orgasm, and it just made your pleasure intensify. She was grinding against you slowly, taking her time with you, staring so deep into your eyes as she did so. The intensity of her gaze turned you on even more, which you didn’t even think was possible.

“Abs,” you whimpered. Her eyes didn’t leave your face as she watched your expressions twist with every emotion you felt. Lust, love, pleasure—she loved to see it all on your face.

“Love having you like this, baby,” she grunted. “All desperate for me. You like it when I make love to you like this, huh?” Her hips kept that same slow, steady rhythm against yours, and you could feel yourself getting lost in the feeling of her against you, the sounds of your wetness echoing in the room.

“Yeah,” you answered her. You knew she’d punish you if you didn’t, and you couldn’t stand to be punished at a time like this. Not when you were feeling so good. You made eye contact with her again, her gaze boring into you and every part of you as she continued her movements. Her eyes were half-lidded as she stared at you, something wild and full of lust taking over her gaze. Feeling her watch you made it all feel even better. You felt like your body was overwhelmed with pleasure, the only thought in your head being Abby. Her name kept being repeated in your head, just Abby, Abby, Abby, and you found yourself muttering it outloud, too. Abby kept grinding her cunt against yours, and with each movement of her hips you were both losing yourselves deeper into one another. You met every thrust of her hips with your own, and it caused moans to slip out of each of your lips. The feeling was just so heavenly in a way you couldn’t put into words.

“Feel so good against me, baby, fuck,” she moaned. She was always the dominant one, always the one in charge, but whenever she got overstimulated like this, she started to lose her cool. Abby was doing her best to maintain the image she usually did, to stay in control, but she was faltering. You could both tell from the whimpers uncontrollably leaving her lips. “So–so good,” she groaned. “I–fuck,” she cursed. If there was a higher power, you had to have been sent to her by it. There was no worldly explanation for why she was blessed with someone as good as you, how she came to love and be loved by a real life angel.

“I want you to cum on me, Abs,” you whimpered. “Use me to cum. Just fuck me,” you begged. Abby let out a grunt at your words and immediately picked up the pace of her hips against yours. That sent you both over the edge as you both got much louder from the sudden sensations. You did your best to reach her pace, but Abby’s hips were moving much faster than yours, so much so she was starting to get messy. She was doing exactly as you asked, not sparing a moment to pause as she chased her orgasm. She was so close, and she knew that she would unravel soon as she was already coming undone. The whimpers leaving her lips were so pathetic, but she just felt so good she couldn’t help it.

“You’re so good to me,” she moaned. “Letting me fuck you like this. Shit.” She could feel her climax approaching, the heat in her stomach overtaking both her mind and body. “You’re—Fuck. Gonna cum.” She grinded her hips against yours a few more times and that’s when she felt her orgasm overtake her. She let out a choked moan at the sudden pleasure, but she kept grinding against you regardless. She wanted you to cum again, to cum with you. You found your eyes filling up with tears at the pleasure you felt, still so sensitive from earlier. The sensitivity made it hurt a little, but it just felt so good.

“Fuck, fuck, Abby,” you moaned, feeling it all finally wash over you. Abby kept grinding against you until your orgasm finally ran its course, then stopped. Both of you were catching your breath with heaving chests, staring at each other in post-orgasm awe. You could feel your body was sticky with sweat—and probably other fluids—but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You collapsed onto the pillows behind you, Abby following suit as she pulled your bare body close to hers. Abby felt so tired and like she could pass out within seconds, but her tendencies as a clean freak were stronger than her sleepiness.

“You wanna take a shower?” she asked. You shook your head, snuggling further into Abby’s chest.

“No. Just wanna lay here with you for a while.”

“But you will shower with me later, right?” she asked again.

You hummed in response. “Yeah. But right now I just wanna cuddle with you.”

“Fair enough, love,” she said. She wrapped her arms around you tightly, the one place she liked to keep you the best.

#abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #tlou x reader #tlou abby #abby tlou

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cabotwife · 5 months

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Could you do a smut dom dynamics dom!johanna and sub!reader with something involving that elevator scene?

thank you for your request! i'm truly sorry if this is poorly written, it's my first time writing smut

Dress

Johanna Mason x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, poorly written smut at that, pwp basically ig bc i cannot write

word count: 1792

a/n: forgive me.

as you ascend the final step to the seventh floor, a soft hum escaping your lips, you glance around at the familiar surroundings. the elevators were bustling with activity, so you chose the more solitary path of the numerous stairs. you've made this journey with one destination in mind: Johanna’s floor. you intend to spend some quality time with her, a quiet moment amidst the chaos of the day, of the entire idea of the upcoming games.

your attention is immediately drawn by the sound of her voice echoing down the hallway. a sense of excitement and anticipation wells up within you as you hurriedly pace towards the source. “Johanna?” you call out, your gaze settling on the tall figure standing in the hallway. to your surprise, she's completely naked.

she turns to look at you, a playful smirk playing on her lips. “hey, y/n, what brings you here?” she asks, her tone light and teasing. she begins strolling towards her room, and you fall into step behind her, struggling to keep your eyes averted from her exposed form.

“i...i just wanted to see you..” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks tingling with a blush.

“is that so?” she responds, her eyebrow arched in curiosity as she pivots on her heel, officially facing you while she steps backwards into her room.

your gaze inadvertently drops to the fullness of her breasts before you quickly force your eyes upwards, then away from the brunette entirely. your cheeks feel like they're on fire as you try your hardest not to stare.

“hey, look at me." Johanna reaches out to cup your jaw, gently turning your face towards hers. a confident grin appears on her lips as she takes in your flushed features. “you’re a little red, princess..” she teases, her thumb soothingly rubbing against your heated cheek.

ignoring the pounding in your chest, you manage to mumble out, “why are you naked?” your eyes are wide, innocence shining through.

her chuckle resonates in the quiet room, “why aren’t you?” she counters teasingly, a hand resting on your waist while the other traces the delicate strap of your silky green dress.

“god, Jo.." you whisper, a sharp intake of breath as she pulls you closer, your bodies now pressed against each other as you breathe in sync, your breaths mingling.

your eyes flicker down to her lips, but that fleeting glance is all it takes. the brunette takes this as an invitation, surging forward to push her lips onto yours.

you reciprocate without hesitation, your arms instinctively moving to loop around her neck, pulling her closer. the kiss is passionate, her lips soft and warm against yours. you part your lips slightly, allowing her to deepen the kiss.

you begin to pull away slowly, but she's not done with you yet. she chases after your lips, your bodies pressed together in a heated embrace. her hand begins to toy with the hem of your dress, tugging it higher with each passing moment. the taste of her breath is intoxicating, and you can feel the rhythmic thudding of your heartbeats merging into one.

“god." she breathes out, pulling back to look at you. “you’re so pretty, baby.” she mumbles, tugging your dress up further, revealing your white lace panties.

her hands glide over your waist, gripping it possessively before guiding you into a sitting position on her bed.

she drops down, positioning herself on her knees between the spread of your thighs, and in an almost teasing manner, prevents you from snapping them shut. her hands glide along the stretch of your skin, both gentle and firm, eliciting a soft, surprised exhale from you. your gaze is drawn downward, landing on the brunette girl averting her attention solely on you, comfortably kneeling between your oh-so-willingly open legs.

"so pretty.." she murmurs in a hushed whisper, her words barely audible. as if to punctuate her comment, she trails a series of kisses along the inside of your left thigh. each one is wet, hot, and tantalizingly close to where you yearn for her attention the most. “take your dress off, hm?” she maintains a steady, intense eye contact with you as she leans her cheek against your thigh, her warm breath lightly fanning against the fabric of your panties.

your cheeks flush a heated red as you heed her command, hastily pulling your dress up and over your head. she reaches out to take the discarded garment from your hands, tossing it carelessly away from the bed with a devilish smirk painted on her lips.

her eyes scan over your exposed body with a predatory gaze, her hands trailing up from your thighs, tracing the contours of your abdomen, before settling on your breasts. her hands hover over your full breasts, the anticipation causing an involuntary shiver to run down your spine, before she retracts them, returning her focus back to your thighs, pushing herself up slightly.

“Johanna..” your voice soft and pleading as she begins pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your lower abdomen.

“hm?” she hums in response, her voice muffled as she continues to mark your skin, making her way down to your panty line.

“please.” you whisper, your fingers finding their way into her neat, brown hair. she looks up at you, her eyes holding a glint of mischief as she sucks another hickey into the skin underneath the hem of your panties, her finger hooking into the waistband to begin to tug them down your thighs.

she arches an eyebrow in a silent question as your eyes meet, both blown wide in a shared lust and need for one another. “please what, sweet girl?” she asks in a low, teasing tone. by this point, your panties had been discarded, thrown to the same place she had tossed your dress.

“god- Johanna.. just, please.” you whimper, your hips arching upwards in a silent plea, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

the brunette tuts, pulling her face away from your body completely. you let out a near pitiful sound at the sudden loss of contact. “just tell me what you want, come on baby..” she grins up at you, her eyes never leaving yours.

“fuck me, please- i.. please fuck me, ‘anna,” you mumble, your hand tightening its grip in her hair in an attempt to guide her to where you needed hr, “need you..” you whisper, your eyes locked onto her smug smirk. and before you can even process your own words, she’s diving headfirst into your beyond soaked core.

you gasp, a jolt of pleasure causing your face to scrunch up.

Johanna’s lips suck harshly at your clit as she slowly prods a finger against your entrance. her mouth never leaves your sensitive bud as she pushes her digit in, quickly going from one finger to three.

you let out a deep, guttural moan, your body instinctively bucking your hips towards her face in a desperate search for more contact. she counteracts your movements, her strong hands pressing against your thighs to hold your squirming body in place. “feels so good,” you moan out, your fingers finding their way into her hair, tugging at it in a primal display of pleasure.

“yeah, baby?” she responds, her voice a low, sultry murmur against your clit, “god, you’re so wet for me.” her lips press a lingering kiss to your clit once more before beginning a slow, torturous journey up your body. she guides you to lay back on the bed, her body hovering over yours, a protective and dominating presence.

she takes her time as she reaches your breasts, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin before her mouth descends on your nipple. her fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside of you, her palm taking over the duty of her tongue on your clit.

your hips instinctively find a rhythm with her thrusts, her eyes, dark and filled with lust, never leaving your face as she watches your reactions. your head falls back, a silent testament to the pleasure she’s causing you.

she increases the pressure of her palm against your clit, grinding it against you, her moans vibrating against your nipple as one of your hands leaves her hair, instead opting to grip at her back, trying to pull her closer to you.

a sharp gasp escapes you as she nips at your nipple, your nails unintentionally digging into the soft skin of her back, marking her as yours.

Johanna can’t help the smug smirk that graces her face when she feels your pussy begin to tighten around her fingers. “gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” she pants against your nipple before continuing her journey up your body, her lips finally meeting yours.

she captures your lips in a passionate kiss, her thrusts increasing in speed. your lips part in surprise as she kisses you, your moan swallowed by her mouth. your hips buck near wildly and your nails drag down her back.

“Jo,” you whimper into her mouth, “please, god, please…” the passionate blush on your face deepens as she showers you with sloppy kisses, her lips journeying from your mouth to your ear. she pants heavily against it, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

a loud, unrestrained cry escapes you as your orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing under her. your back arches off the bed, your face scrunching up in an expression of pure bliss.

Johanna does everything in her power to prolong your climax, wanting to make it as pleasurable as possible for you. eventually, she slips her fingers from your still spasming pussy as she sits up, sliding off of you. she grins down at her fingers, soaked in your juices, and slowly takes them in her mouth.

a soft gasp escapes your lips as you watch her moan around her own fingers.

Johanna hums contentedly as she finishes, flopping herself backwards on the bed and pulling you towards her. the both of you lay there in silence for a few moments, just trying to catch your breath.

“you did so good for me,” she whispers, her fingers lightly tracing patterns up and down your spine.

a soft chuckle escapes you as you nuzzle your face into her chest, her arms wrapping around you in a comforting hold. “you did good too,” you hum, emphasizing your next words, “really good.” you look up to meet her gaze, her eyes soft as they gaze down at you, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

she lets out a soft laugh, her hand moving to press a tender kiss to your sweaty hairline, “go to sleep, baby, we've got a big day tomorrow,” she mumbles.

#johanna mason x reader #johanna mason #the hunger games #thg x reader #katniss everdeen x reader #finnick odair x reader #peeta mellark x reader #smut

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feyreswaterybowels · 13 days

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⟡ Princess of Dreams ⟡

# 1 Lucien x Rhys!Sister

⟡Part 1⟡Part 2⟡Part 3⟡

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Centuries ago Rhys’ youngest sister was kidnapped by the High Lord of Spring instead of kill like their mother and sister. The high lord had wards placed on his court so she was unable to leave. Rhys has believed her to be dead this whole time. What happens when Feyre finds out who she is and swears to take her home.

Warnings/Tag: Takes place during ACOWAR. Implied past sexual assault. Fluffy romance. Feyre being besties with Rhy’s sister. Pet names (pretty girl, sweet girl, Princess (her title)

Authors Note: All likes, comments and reblogs are welcome, appreciated and encouraged. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for part 2! Bold italics are mental communication regular italics are inner thoughts.

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I know who you are.

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Feyre—

You’re Rhys' sister. He told me all about you while I was there. I…I have a plan. I’ll take you back with me when I go. I’ll take you home.

The hushed conversation with Feyre played on repeat in my head for days. She had trusted me enough to tell me she wasn’t really here for Tamlin, that it was a plot, a plan and she was going back to the Night Court. Back to Velaris and she was taking me with her—she was taking me home.

Home.

There was only one problem. Just one. The male lying in my bed. I turn away from the window to gaze at him lying there naked, golden skin glowing in the moonlight. A crown of red splayed around his head. Grooves and planes of lean muscles on display. Arms folded behind his head.

Gods, he’s beautiful.

I had yet to tell him of Feyre’s plan. I believed he wouldn’t tell Tamlin but at the same time…I wasn’t sure how safe his mind was with two other daemanti in the house. I could only protect his mind when I was with him. Plus, Tamlin was his best friend. His High Lord. If he knew of Feyre’s plan to leave…and everything else she told me and Tamlin found out, we could both be locked away again. Not only that, but if he found out Lucien knew? That couldn’t happen. I wouldn’t let harm come to either of them.

I took in a deep breath, walking over to the bed, tucking my wings as I slowly crawled up that perfect body. Dipping my head and trailing my lips over that patch of hair that went down, down, down, breathing in the scent of him. Mm.

“And what exactly are you doing?” That deep voice rumbled. I looked up, a sly grin across his face, metal eye glowing in the dark as he took in the sight of me between high thighs as I licked my bottom lip.

“Who? Me?” I asked, sliding a hand up his thigh to grasp him in my hand, stroking him once.

“Yes you, Princess” He laughs, grabbing and pulling me up the bed, kissing me as he rolls us over. I can feel him hard and heavy between my legs and it makes me moan.

“Lucien,” His name falls from my lips as he presses our bodies together. “Don’t tease, I want you.”

“Don’t tease?” He scoffs, “Says the one who was about to wake me up with a pretty little mouth.”

His grin is feral and I can’t help but return it.

“Come on,” I spread my legs wider, letting him feel the wetness there, “I know you want it.”

“And she calls me the tease,” He mocks under his breath before kissing me, tongue sliding into my mouth.

My fingers tangle in those long fire locks. I moan when I feel the heat radiating from his body, I love when he does that. The heat always feels so good against my sensitive skin.

He grins at me again, pushing up onto his knees, towering over me. He grabs my thighs, spreading them out and looking over me and I let him. I always loved the way he looks at me, his beautiful scarred face showing every ounce of emotion he feels.

He reaches between his thigh, wrapping a strong fist around himself and I watch stroke for stroke as he watches me. I tug on that bond between us, watching as it seemingly tugs him closer though I know it was his own doing.

“So, beautiful, all laid out for me,” He groans and I open myself further for him. Stretching my wings out across the bed, arms above my head, legs still spread wide but using a foot to rub over his calf.

That does it for him. He swoops down, grabbing me around the waist to yank my hips up, lining himself up and filling me. I cry out his name, arching into that fullness, into that glorious stretch.

We move together heat and passion. It’s rough and loving and he’s got me falling over the edge in minutes. Then again. And again. He’d always been so good at getting me there. Doing everything to make sure I was pleasured properly.

Tonight was no different as he leans over me, slow, firm thrusts hitting exactly where I needed it as he mouthed at my wing, tongue tracing through the grooves, and one hand wrapped around my wrists above my head to hold me in place.

“Say my name, pretty girl” he says, heated kisses on my wing.

“Lucien,”

“Louder,” he growls.

“Lucien!”

“I want the whole house to hear you, sweet girl.” His tongue laves over a particularly sensitive spot and I’m gone again. Gushing over him and moaning his name loud enough that the whole house definitely heard it.

It’s not long after that his thrusts are slowing. He lets go of my hands so I can touch him, he always liked having my touch when he came. I grinned into our kiss as my hands ran over his body. His panting moans turning into grunted growls. He was so sexy like this. Covering me fully, hair falling around his face, teeth bared.

I reached up pushing his hair behind those pointed ears, thumb tracing over part of his scar before pulling him into a kiss that was more tongue than anything.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” I moaned into his mouth. “You’re gonna make me cum again. Make me feel so good!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum in that pussy for you, pretty girl, then I'm gonna eat it out.”

That’s what did it for me, I tightened around him. He follows me over the edge a few thrust later with a growl of my name.

Then he’s slipping from my body and sliding down, kissing a trail to my centre, keeping true to his promise.

“Fuck,” He groaned, coming back up, sliding his tongue into my mouth to let me taste myself. Kissing me slow and sloppy. “So perfect. My pretty, perfect mate.”

Despite what we’d just done I blush at his words.

“My sweet handsome mate,” I whisper back, tumbing at the bottom of his scar again before wrapping my arms around his neck.

He holds me tight, arms wrapping around me as we catch our breath. I tuck my face into the crook of his neck breathing in his scent—organic, earthy and sweet. Perfect.

My eyes welled up when thoughts of leaving weave through my brain. This was my mate, I had built a life here with him. But I had been trapped in this house for so long that it wasn’t really life. I wanted to go home to Velaris. To my brother and our family. I could try to convince Lucien to go but that could put him in danger. I had almost lost him under the mountain, I could t go through that again. If I left first I could always seek him out later but to stay here when I had the opportunity to finally go home, when I had Feyre telling me she could break the wards binding me here. I couldn’t turn that down.

“My love, what’s wrong?” Lucien asks, pulling back to look at me. Our eyes meet as he wipes away my tears. “Talk to me.”

I sniffled. I felt like it was now or never. I either told him now or he would find out when I leave. I couldn’t do that to him though. It would break his heart to wake up one day and find me gone.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong,” He said, petting my hair.

“I don’t know if I can say it out loud,” I tell him, our eyes meeting.

“That’s okay, Princess” Lucien nods his head, concern written all over his face.

“You can’t tell Tamlin,” The crease between his brow deepens. “You can’t tell him, Lucien, please. Promise me.”

He watches me for a moment, confused and concerned but he nods. “I promise. I won’t tell him.”

“Feyre and Rhys’ bond wasn’t actually broken that day with Hybern. She’s has a plan to go back. She…she said she can break the wards that hold me here so I can— I can finally go home,” I tell him, his eyes widen but he doesn’t look entirely shocked at what I’ve told him.

“And I’m assuming you have the intention of going with her?” He asks, sadness tinged the words and the bond.

“I have to, Lucien. I haven’t seen Rhys in centuries. Centuries. And he thought I was dead the entire time until recently. I need to go home, I need to see him and the rest of our family,” I cried, hot tears sliding down my face. He grabs me, pulling me up and holding me. Stroking my hair and shushing me softly.

“You should go, Princess. You should go home,” He says, kissing my head. I pull back to look at him, searching his face.

“Come with me,” I whisper, grabbing his face. “You can come. You would love Velaris—”

“I can’t,” he cuts me of gently, stroking his knuckles down my cheek. “Not that I don’t want to. Fuck, it hurts just thinking about you being away from me but if the three of us disappear? Tamlin will flip shit.”

“And he won’t be able to get to us in Velaris,” I tell him, grabbing the hand caressing my cheek and holding it tightly. “We would be safe there, Lucien. We could have a life together, a real one. Our own place by the river I showed you. A proper mating ceremony. We’ve been talking about kids for a decade. We could happily and safely have them there.”

“I don’t know…” Lucien shakes his head and I can see the water lining his eye.

“Me and you, Lu. That’s what we always said. Me and you—”

“Always.” Lucien nodded, looking over my face. Taking in every detail like he was trying to remember what I looked like before I was even gone. “What if you go with Feyre and I come later? You have to go now, you’re right you can’t pass up this opportunity to go home. I understand that. But you can come back for me, right? I could help keep Tamlin away…for some time anyway.”

My tears break loose then as I sob against his neck.

“I know it’s the best option but I don’t want to leave you,” I cried, clinging to him as he pulled me into his lap, letting my wings cocoon around us.

“Sh, it’s gonna be okay, my love.” I feel his tears on my neck and my heart breaks.

It was right but it felt so wrong.

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“So you’re joining us after all?” comes Tamlins snarky comment as soon as I walk out of the manor. I roll my eyes, fluffing the ugly powder blue dress.

“Unfortunately,” I rolled my eyes at him, it was too early for his shit, but still smiled at Lucien when his arm wrapped around my waist, careful of my wings.

“You can stay here,” Tamlin retorted with an eye roll of his own. “That would be preferable.”

“Well my mate asked me to attend. As did my friend, even if you wish Feyre wasn’t my friend,” I sneered at him with a wicked grin.

“I would never say that,” Tamlin returned the sneer, baring his teeth at me.

“Play nice, Princess,” Lucien purrs through the bond.

“Not out loud anyway,” I gave a sweet smile. “You look beautiful,” I said, hugging Feyre and kissing her cheek before pulling Lucien away to our horses.

Lucien helped me onto my horse, a gorgeous black mare, her coat shining even in the darkness of morning—a gift from Lucien after I accepted the mating bond. I looked down at him with a smile, running my hand through his hair.

“You’re lucky I love you, I really don’t want to deal with Ianthe’s shit today,” I said, situating myself in the saddle.

“Ianthe’s shit is exactly why I asked you to come,” Lucien said, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “I appreciate you coming anyway, your presence will make it much more tolerable for me.”

“Yeah, I know, come on, let's get this over with,” I said, urging him to his own horse. “I’m ready to get today over with so I can get drunk and dance with you under the stars.”

Ugh, he looks so good. I thought as his head dropped back with a laugh before mounting his horse, dressed in autumn colors he stood out perfectly from everyone else wearing the hideously bright spring court colors. I’d be covered head to toe in Night Court black if it was allowed. I’d have loved to see the look on Ianthe’s face if I had shown up today in all black.

We set off soon after everyone had mounted their horses and there were already hundreds of fae crowded atop the hill when we arrived. I fought the urge to bare my teeth when I saw Ianthe’s gaze lingering on my mate as he dismounted his horse and strided to mine.

“Ignore it. She’s not worth your jealousy,” Lucien said as he reached for my hand, helping me from the saddle.

“I’m not jealous. I’m protective. I don’t like the way she looks at you,” I say, running my hands over the collar of his jacket. “Like she’ll drag you away to have her way with you whether you like it or not.”

“That’ll never happen, my love.”

“Damn right it won’t, I’d break her hands if she ever touches you,” I huff, as a feline smile crosses his lips.

“You’re sexy when you’re possessive,” He said, leaning down to kiss me, first my lips then my forehead before extending his arm to me to hold onto.

“You better make this up to me later,” I grumble, as I would much rather be back at the estate hiding in my room.

“Oh, I will make it up to you, sweet girl,” Lucien promised, leaning down to whisper in my ear, “slowly, with my tongue. Over and over.”

My body flushed knowing exactly how good he is with that wicked tongue. His gaze turns heated knowing exactly what I was thinking, feeling exactly what I was feeling.

“Lucien,” Tamlin calls from where he and Feyre are standing. I glance at those full lips one last time before he’s gently pulling me, guiding me away from our partially secluded spot. .

Jurian is at my other side suddenly walking with us as we trail behind Tamlin and Feyre—also linked by the arms and the Hybern Royals. I had seen the gleam in Feyre’s eye before she turned away, like a wolf getting ready to play with its prey. It made me giddy inside.

I couldn’t wait to witness her revenge.

We stopped walking when Tamlin and Feyre did, reaching Ianthe at her stupid altar as she offered them a singular nod of head. The Hybern twins shifted impatiently, Brannagh had made comments the night before how they didn’t bother with such things in Hybern—practically implying that soon we wouldn’t be bothering with it either. Smug little bitch.

“A blessed solstice to us all,” Ianthe called out to everyone around and I don’t roll my eyes the way I want to.

I stood there through an endless string of prayers and rituals, acolytes pouring sacred wine and the blessing of harvest goods. A lovely, rehearsed little number. Lucien was practically falling asleep between Feyre and I.

Ianthe lifted her wine and intoned “As the light is strongest today, let it drive out unwanted darkness. Let it banish the black stain of evil.” I sneered at her, I knew those words were directed at me. My brother. Feyre. Our home.

“She’s lucky my wine doesn’t end up in her pretty face,” I silently told Feyre, watching her expertly hide her grin with the wine chalice—her silent agreement.

“Would Princess Brannagh and Prince Dagdan do us the honor of imbibing this blessed wine?”

I shared a look with Feyre as the twins frowned at one another—the crowd murmuring behind us. But Feyre stepped aside, smiling a pretty smile and gesturing to the alter for the royals.

“Drink and let our new allies become friends,” Ianthe declared before they could refuse. “Drink and wash away the endless night of the year.”

The two daemanti surveyed their cups, most likely searching for any hint of poison. Feyre kept that smile on her face, I couldn’t extend that same faux courtesy when the prince looked my way. I didn’t care enough to put on the facade.

They each barely sipped the wine before trying to step away from the altar. Ianthe cooed at them like children, insisting they stay at the altar with her, to experience the ceremony at her side.

“I’m bored, Luc,” I grumbled to Lucien through the bond as Ianthe continued on with her praises and rituals. Eyes finding Lucien every now and then, looking away when I send her a death glare—lucky she doesn’t know who I really am.

“I’ll be over soon,” Lucien chuckles, pulling me into his side with an arm around my waist.

Finally, Tamlin was summoned over to light the candle for the souls lost this past year. This part bored me too. Those souls were gone; they didn’t need a candle lit to bring them back to the light. But just as I was starting to lose my patients the sky was finally filling with streaks of pink as Jurian was called forward to recite a prayer as well.

It left only Lucien and I standing with Feyre in the circle of grass, the altar and horizon in front of us and the crowd behind us. The look on Lucien’s face drew my attention as he scanned the area and I could help the crack of a smile when I noticed something out of place. A miniscule little detail no one else seemed to notice—except maybe now my mate.

I watched as Ianthe stepped toward the hill’s edge, her golden hair tumbling freely down her back as she lifted her arms to the sky. The chosen spot was intentional. Only that marker that told her where to stand wasn’t in the spot it had been in when we first arrived.

Golden rays of sunlight finally broke over the horizon. Light filled the world clear and strong. The murmurs started through the crowd. Cries of a name, not Ianthe’s but Feyre’s.

That gorgeous light had not filled and surrounded Ianthe but Feyre.

Ianthe seemed to be the last to notice, to see the sun was not blessing her but Feyre.

She glowed so brightly, brighter than what seemed natural for this occasion but I didn’t care to question why. She was beautiful—shining as if she were the star that hung above Ramiel.

“Curse breaker,” some murmured.

“Blessed,” others whispered.

Feyre's face was one of surprise and acceptance, though I knew it wasn’t genuine, those around us wouldn’t read it that way. They would only see what she allowed them too. The shock and bafflement of Tamlin and the Hybern twin’s faces was ever satisfying.

But Feyre didn’t look at them. She turned to Lucien and I, her light radiating so bright it was almost hard to keep that eye contact. A friend looking to another for help. She reached a hand to Lucien then to me.

I knew Ianthe had to be losing her shit behind us but I was too enchanted by my brother's mate. Yes, this was all a show, but Feyre was special.

I took her hand, watching Lucien do the same. Then we shared a look, lowering down to one knee, pressing her knuckles to our brow. I knew the crowd behind us had followed suit.

I had never kneeled for a high lord of the Spring Court. I was Princess of the Night Court. Heir of Velaris. Princess of Dreams. I knelt for no one—certainly not for anyone of the Spring Court. Not now, not ever.

I was not kneeling before Lady Feyre. Or Feyre Cursebreaker. I was kneeling for Feyre High Lady of the Night Court. Feyre that led Prythian from tyranny and darkness. Feyre that saved my mate and thousands of others under the mountain.

“My high lady,” I declared to her. The only person besides my brother I’d ever sworn fealty to.

I looked up at Feyre, our eyes meeting before she looked to Ianthe, smiling a sweet smile, one that transformed to show a bit of that wolf hiding beneath.

#Lucien vanserra the man you are🥵#calling Lucien beautiful a lot bc…well because he is #no elcuien #nothing against the pairing #in fact I can ship anyone with just about anyone lol #but I don’t feel like writing around the pairing and prefer LuLu baby to be mated to Rhys’ sister 😊#Lucien is just so 🤤#Rhys sister and Feyre are gonna have the best relationship #acotar #acotar fanfiction #lucien vanssera x reader #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #pro lucien vanserra #princess of dreams

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MY SHY NEIGHBOR ( chapter. 8 )

— CHAPTER EIGHT: video chat with yeni <3 …

— 𖦹 warnings? mutual masturbation, language, crude jokes

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jeongin practically skipped out of the cafe after his shift ended – even his co-workers were a bit surprised, but he didn’t even say anything, he put his apron up, walking out the store.

he got home, seungmin texted him telling him he’d stay at hyunjins’ apartment – claiming he didn’t want to hear the boy at all, it didn’t bother him, now he didn’t have to whisper.

you both already discussed that you both weren’t gonna show your faces – yours was for privacy reason , which he didn’t mind, your voice sounded pretty, he could just tell your face was the same.

he didn’t want to show his face because he thought he’d be too shy to talk to you if you knew what he looked like, you didn’t care though, telling him as long as you could hear him calling you princess that’s all that mattered.

he didn’t know where that side came from, it was like he was living a different life, he even wondered if he’d be able to talk to a girl like that in real life as he sat up his laptop, the sight automatically popping up.

while he waited for his time, he began to think again – his mind drifting to the girl next door, he hadn’t seen you in a few days , since the cafe.

‘would he be able to talk to her like that? ‘how would she react?’ ‘would she even like it’

a loud ding pulled him out of his daze – his eyes fell to his screen, it was time to talk to you, he pushed the thought to the back of his head , he’d been waiting all day for this, he wasn’t gonna let that thought get in his head – it would never happen anyway, he could barely talk to her.

he sighed, angling his screen enough that showed from his neck down — clicking the start chat button.

“Hi.” your body came into frame, wearing the black set he picked out earlier , his cock began to stir in his jeans – he made the right choice you looked so good.

“yeni.” your voice sweet as ice cream much like the nights before, “Hi princess.” He watched you smile at the nickname. “You look really nice.”

“I guess you did make a good choice.” You said, “I guess I did princess.” He said, his cock twitching in agreement. “You sound pretty young, how old are you?” you made conversation. “I’m 23.” You hummed. “you’re pretty young, and you spend so much money, are you rich?” he chuckled, “no i’m not rich princess, just fortunate.” Was he a drug dealer. “you’re not a criminal right?”

“No i’m not a criminal.” He laughed, you smiled. “What?” you pouted. “I don’t think i’d be comfortable doing this for a criminal, plus you seem so nice.” You sat on your knees, giving him a better look. “Don’t worry princess, my money is clean.” He bit his lip, taking in your outfit fully. “Fuck princess, you look so good.”

“I dressed up all pretty for you.” You pushed your boobs together. “Just like you asked.” He wanted to groan, the thought of you doing what he asked – being obedient for him, turned him on to the max. “so you can be a good girl.” That made your thighs clench. “For now.” You chuckled, teasing him.

“If you want to cum tonight, you better listen, understood.” That made your panties damp – you could easily make yourself cum after you talked to him, but someone inside you made you want to listen to him. “y-yes.”

You kept the conversation going for a bit longer, your bra straps getting lower and lower off your shoulder, teasing him. “Fuck princess, just take it off, it’s almost off anyway.” He groaned. “So eager.” You said, slowly reaching behind, undoing the notches on your bra. “Good girl princess.” He palmed himself, watching the bra fell into your lap – your perky tits on display. “So pretty.”

“Squeeze them for me.” Your hand came up to your breast, squeezing them, you sighed. “Feels good princess?” You hummed. “Yeah.” You toyed with your nipples. “So good.”

“i’m so hard right now.” He groaned, he felt like he was about to burst. “I wanna see.” You whined, “Show me, please.” He unbuckled his pants, pushing them down to his ankles, his cock sprung out, it made your mouth water, he was big. “it’s so pretty.”

He was glad you couldn’t see him blush, “thank you princess.” He said, “Now you, take those pretty panties off.” You lay on your back, giving him a full look at your ass, your legs were in the air as you slid the panties off. “Spread your legs princess.”

He slowly began to stroke his cock, your legs slowly opening, revealing your cunt. “Shit.” He groaned, squeezing his cock. “Your cunt is so wet.”

“Touch yourself for me.” You touched your clit, legs twitching as you rubbed figure eights on your bud. “Good girl princess, rub your little clit for me.” He leaned into the camera, getting a “better” look. “That’s it, now push your little finger in your cunt.”

“Fuck.” You pushed a finger inside, moaning in pleasure. “It feels so good.” You said. “My fingers would be so much better princess, add another.”

You added another one, speeding up. “Fuck yeni.” He almost came from you moaning his name, speeding up his movements to keep up with you. “fuck princess, I want to feel your cunt.” He groaned, your moans flowing out of you, you must’ve lived alone with how loud you were being. “Fuck I wanna see you cum, make yourself cum for me.”

He watched you curl your fingers up, thighs shaking as you came, screaming with pleasure. “Sh-shit.” He squeezed his tip, cum pouring from his tip, coating his hands, dripping down the base of his cock. “Fuck I came so much.” He breathed.

You came back from your high, sitting up, watching the cum drip from his cock, biting your lower lip, watching his abs contract as he came down from his high, his skin red. “you’re drooling, you wish you could clean it up.” You hummed. “So bad.”

You checked the time, while he cleaned up, your time was up – but you didn’t want to go, it was weird, because you normally would be so happy to get off these calls, but he felt different, you wanted to have a conversation with him, he seemed too familiar.

“I guess our time is up.” He said, you nodded. “Should I schedule another time? Whens your next opening?” he asked. “I don’t usually do these often, but for you, i’ll leave it open especially for you.” he smiled, you were already going above and beyond for. “Okay, i’ll schedule one for next week.”

“Good.” You spoke. “I have to go get cleaned up now.” You spoke. “Talk to you soon.” You blew a kiss to the camera. “Bye princess.” You ended the track, he sat back in his chair, a blissful smile on his face.

fuck he really was down bad…

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚see you again˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡

paige bueckers x sensitive!reader

word count - 1.4k

summary - Paige's gf is definitely not used to Paige being away for games

themes :

-fluff

-crying

-sadness (if u can call that a theme)

A/N- sorry its so short but I got this idea randomly and didnt want to forget it or anything so here you go

it was a couple days after UConn's most recent game against Marquette and they won easily but the hard part was seeing my girlfriend come home, knowing that shed have her first away game of the season in three days. me and Paige had only been dating for a couple months and you could my attachment issues are still a bit out of control. Paige and her team came through the door with smiles on their faces. laughing and talking over each other about how good everyone did. I couldn't help but continue to stare at my phone so that I didn't have to look at the team and be the only one on the brink of tears. my screen was on Amazon as I scrolled mindlessly through some books I had saved to my cart. the more I tried to hold back tears the heavier they came. a couple tears fell onto my phone screen. a long sigh exited my mouth as an attempt to pull back the tears that followed the previous. once the girls set all their things down I looked up to see Paige walking up to me.

i was sitting on the far side of the leather couch, curled up with my knees against my chest. head down. hair falling in front of my eyes. I felt Paige's hand reach up to my face, gliding a strand of hair out of the way and behind my ear. this revealed the couple of tear streaks that had ran down my cheeks. "baby? what's wrong talk to me" Paige whispered softly against my skin. she laid her head on my shoulder when I tried to not look at her. her hand wandered around my legs before resting on my knee. I could tell that she was extremely happy about her win so I didnt want to ruin anything for her. "its nothing" I choked back a couple tears while speaking in a lower tone. no matter how hard I tried, the blonde could always tell when something was wrong. of course it was obvious this time. I finally looked up to see that distinct 'i know somethings wrong' look on Paige's face. I felt her eyes digging into my own that were still filled with tears. before I got the chance to speak again the tears fell. I quickly covered my face with my palms while paige held me in her arms. my head sat on her chest as her hand ran through the back of my hair. "I don't want to do this in front of everyone." I whined in-between muffled sobs. my words quickly traveled to Paige's head before she lifted me off the couch and walked the both of us to her own room.

her hands were wrapped around my waist as she laid down on her bed. I followed after her and laid my head on her chest. my tears slowly were soaked up by her black t shirt, leaving a faint wet mark right on her covered collarbones. Paige tried lifting my head up to look at me so that I could explain to her what is even happening, but I kept my head on her chest with no plan of getting on. my leg was pushing up and laying across her waist. finally, I raised my head up to look into her blue eyes. I ran my hand against her cheek and placed a short kiss on her lips. "please don't go to Maryland. stay here." I tried pleading. a small frown grew on her lips as a couple more tears fell down my skin. "I'm sorry princess. I wish I could." I knew she wouldn't stay but it was worth a try. I felt so desperate for her to just stay with me in her arms.

the next morning was the day that the girls had to go to the airport to get going. I woke up in the same position I was in the day before. laying on Paige's body with my leg still raised up against her. the only thing different is that she happened to cover us up before sleeping. I blinked my eyes open to see Paiges eyes staring into my own. her hand rested on the small of my back which was a nice thing to wake up to. "morning" a soft smile was placed on her mouth as she continued to look at me. I tried to force a smile on so that I wouldn't cry again but failed miserably. I spent the entire morning crying before Caroline walked through the door and let Paige know that she had to get ready. "you guys alright?" Caroline asked calmly while tilting her head. my eyes were shoved in Paige's chest so she gave a nod back at Caroline, letting her know that she would get up in a little. Paige patted my back before gently laying me next to her instead of on top. my eyes were still puffy but I tried my best to put on a happy look so that Paige didn't worry.

after Paige was done packing her bags, I stood up from her bed and wrapped my hands around her waist and pressed my head in between her neck and shoulder. but for the first time int he past 48 hours I didn't cry. "baby? can I do your hair before you go?" without hesitation, Paige nodded eagerly and gripped onto my wrist, leading me into the bathroom. she sat down on a stool with her hands in her lap. she waited patiently like a kid on her first day of school, while I got out the gel and hair ties. I decided to do a French braid. I ran my fingers through her hair that was still a little tangled from sleeping. I ran her brush through the strands of blonde hair to smooth it out before parting each piece I needed. "what color?"I held three different hair ties in front of Paige. a dark purple hair ties. a hot pink one. and a navy blue one. Paige reached for the blue one to match her jersey and handed it to me. "that one" I smiled softly just at the sound of her voice.

once her hair was done, she stood up and spun around the big mirror to get a better look at it. "I love it hun" Paige used her knuckled to lift my chin up and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. I kissed back before pulling away and staring at her now reddened face. "fuck I'm gonna miss you so much baby" now it was her face that was buried in my skin. my arms quickly wrapped around the back of her neck. we stood there for a couple minutes before we both walked out the door to see everyone sitting down waiting to leave. Paige gave an ashamed look at the girls for taking so long but everyone just laughed. my hand was wrapped around hers even though she had to walk away. I tugged my lip in between my teeth once Paige removed her hand from mine. she gave me one last hug. a really tight one. a couple tears fell into her shirt.

we had only been together for 3 months so the words "I love you" still hadn't been mentioned. everytime I thought she would say it we were interrupted or shes fall asleep or something like that. there were so many times that I thought it would be time that it would be the right moment then it wouldn't be. I kept getting that feeling ever since last night. and finally just as Paige was going to pull away from the hug and leave it happened. the words slipped out of her mouth and perfectly ran through my eardrums. I literally felt my heart drop to my stomach in the best way possible.

"I love you so much." her words were muffled against me but I still understand all five words she said. my eyes lit up once I realized that she actually said it. of course I didn't waste anytime and quickly gave it back to her. "I love you more" I tried my best to not freak out while the entire team was in the room but once they left I was jumping around. leaping onto the couch and Paiges bed. squealing like a teenager.

i love her so much.

#paige bueckers #lesbian #uconn wbb #uconhuskies #Paige x reader #fluff #see you again

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lvrhughes · 6 months

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My Princess | L. Hughes

pairing: Luke Hughes x fem!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: none? maybe drunk Luke?

summary: After a night out you collect Luke from the club, then in his drunken state admits he loves you.

not my gif!

“Come on, let him in this once! We’ll leave him every other time but it was a big win!” Jack begged, almost dropping to his knees in front of the clubs’ owner.

“Does your mother know about this?” The owner had a smug look on his face at the brunette.

“Yes, and so does his because he’s my brother, please?” The look was quickly wiped from the owners’ face, being left to just nod. “Yes!” Jack cheered, grabbing onto his brother’s shoulders and shaking.

“Calm down.” Luke groaned, pushing Jack off. Jack, running over to the rest of the team, left Luke standing alone at the entrance. Quickly pulling his phone out to message you, sending a quick ‘hey’ before Jack came bounding back.

“Let’s go, Moose!” Jack cheered, pushing Luke into the club, the rest of the team following behind. Leading them into the back corner of the bar, choosing the biggest table in the back, yet it was still small.

“Everyone’s phones on the table!” It was a stupid rule made up one night out, making Luke’s phone to be taken out of his hand when he tried to refuse.

“Jack, no. What if mom calls?” Luke tried to argue.

“Then, whoevers at the table will tell us!” Jack returned, reminding him of the other rule that at least one person must always be at the table with the phones.

“Fine.” Luke practically growled, letting Jack grab his phone to place on the table.

After the scene, everyone settled for a minute. Talking around the table while some of the team brought chairs over.

“What do you all want for drinks?” A waiter asks, trying to hide how his eyes widened at the large group. The entire team, squished into a corner of the bar, leaned against each other in the bench seat, or leaning back in a chair.

“Nah, it’s good, we’ll get our own drinks.” Dougie told the man, making him nod with enthusiasm.

“So Moose, what do you want your first drink to be?” Jack’s excitement dripping from his voice.

“You know, this definitely isn’t his first drink?” Dawson brought up, nudging Luke’s shoulder as he passed.

Jack murmured a ‘shut up’, refusing to admit he was right. It was his first time in a club with his little brother, no one was going to ruin it.

“So?” Jack pushed.

“Uh, just a beer I guess?” Luke’s shoulders shrugged with his words, proving how little he cared.

“Okay well, you’re not getting that, I’m getting you something fun!” Jack cheered, running over to the bar, leaving Luke, yet again, with the rest of the team.

“So, how many times you been drunk?” John asked, nudging Luke’s side when he reached for his phone.

“Like 4, didn’t go to many parties, only went when Princess did.”

“Princess, huh?” John smiled, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Not like that,” Luke groaned, “She’s my best friend.”

“She’s your best friend and you call her princess?”

“Started as a joke, she dressed up as a princess for halloween a few years back.” Luke explained, trying to get at his phone again, successfully grasping it this time.

John nodded, letting Luke go on his phone before his brother returned and took it. Replying to your message by telling that he was ‘kidnapped and forced into a club’, making you laugh on the other side of your phone.

Quickly, you called him, he answered quickly. You could hear the noise of the club behind him as he answered with a quick ‘Hi princess”.

“Hi Lukey, so you actually made it into a club?”

“I did, thanks to Jack begging the owner.” You could hear Luke’s eye roll, clearly not too impressed to be there. “And when I asked for a beer he said no and he’ll get me something more exciting!” Luke groaned, hearing your laughter at the explanation.

“I’m sure it’ll be good!” You giggled, hearing him groan again.

“It’s gonna be like one of your drinks!”

“Hey! Don’t insult my drinks, they’re good!” Laughter bubbled from the both of you, giggling like teenage girls spilling drama.

“Luke!” You heard Jack yell over the call, “Phone on the table!”

“But it’s-” Luke's voice was cut off as you heard the movement of his phone being taken.

“Oh, hi princess!” Jack teased, making you roll your eyes.

“Don’t call me that, that’s for Luke only, goodbye Jack, give Luke his phone.”

“No can do, phone on the table rule, if you want to talk to him you gotta come to the club.” You could hear his grin, you wanted to smack it off his face.

“You dick, I can’t get into clubs!”

“I’ll get you in, meet outside in 20?” You groaned, ending the call.

“What did you do?” Luke groaned, grabbing his phone from his brother's hands.

“Nothing, just told her the no phone rule. Now, drink up, pookie.” Jack grinned, passing him the pink drink he’d gotten Luke.

“What the fuck is this?” Luke grimaced, staring at the pink drink in his hand.

“I don’t know, bartender said it was good.” Jack shrugged, chugging his drink quickly. Luke sighed, taking a drink.

Oddly sweet. But if he could finish it he could get a beer next, so he chugged it with his brother, handing Jack the empty glass.

“Can I get a beer now?”

“Ugh fine, boring.” Jack moaned, walking back to the bar, leaving time for Luke to call you back quickly.

“What did he do?” Luke asked quickly when you answered, making you giggle.

“Told me your no phones rule.”

“Oh. That's it?”

“Pretty much.” You shrugged, hearing his panic over nothing. “So I see you stole your phone?”

“Yes, shush, shit gotta go Jack’s coming back.” Luke rushed out, quickly hanging up and throwing his phone on the table, where it slid off onto Dougie.

The table had mostly emptied at the time, leaving only dougie, John, Dawson, and the brothers. The rest of the team having wandered off to dance or get drinks, occasionally returning.

“Get better aim.” Dougie groaned, letting Luke look to see where his phone had slid.

“Oops?” He grinned, laughing at the tall man in pain.

“What did you do, Luke?” Jack’s voice was loud, a clear sign he had some shots at the bar waiting for their drinks.

“He hit me with his phone!” Dougie complained, earning a smack from John.

“What was that for?” Dougie moaned, hitting John back.

“You idiot, you’re gonna get Luke in trouble with his brother!” Dougie quickly quieted, seeing the way Jack was looking at Luke.

“Hands off your phone before I make Nico hold it for the night.”

“Don’t.” Luke mumbled, taking the beer from Jack and quickly taking a sip.

“I can’t believe you choose to drink beer.” Dawson shook his head at the sight of the young defenseman chugging his beer.

“What? Because Jack drinks those frilly pink drinks, ya thought I would too?” Luke laughed, seeing Jack's mock hurt expression beside him.

“Maybe.” Dawson laughed, earning Jack to lean over and try to hit him. Failing miserably and instead falling into the table.

“Ouch.” Jack groaned, the rest of the table laughing at him.

“‘Think you should be cut off, Jacky boy.” Luke grinned, making his brother stand up to run after him, while Luke had already headed over to the bar to get another beer.

“Dick.” Jack mumbled, running up beside his brother.

“Idiot says what?” Luke mumbled, enough to confuse the slightly tipsy brunette.

“What?” Jack asked, earning a luke from anyone around who heard Luke’s joke.

The bar arena was crowded, making Jack push his way to the front to talk to the bartender, quickly saying what he wanted.

“And for you, baby?” She asked Luke, watching a pink flush cover his cheeks.

“Just a beer. On his tab.” He added, pointing to his brother. She nodded, reaching under the counter to pull out a beer for him before going to mix Jack’s.

Luke took the beer quickly, nodding a thank you before returning to the table. The group had changed, now Nico, Curtis, Akria and Nate sat around the pile of phones.

“Luke!” Nico cheered as he watched the tall boy walk closer.

“Nico.” Luke saluted his captain, seeing his dilated pupils and slightly slurred words, he knew Nico had a few drinks already.

“We’re doing karaoke tonight, you have to join.” Nico’s command scared him. “Not yet though, don’t worry, get s’more drinks in.” Their captain grinned, patting Luke on the shoulder from the corner of the booth he said in.

“Luke! You left me!” Jack’s dramatic groan came from behind Luke, turning to see Jack sauntering over.

“You were fine, besides, means I got to finish my drink before you even got yours.” Luke grinned, quickly chugging the beer in his hands for an excuse to leave yet again.

“Fine, go get another drink, leave me again!” Jack played, falling into the booth practically on top of Nico.

“Get off.” Nico groaned, pushing Jack to the floor, earning a pained grumble as Jack quickly got up.

Luke pushed his way to the bar again, waiting for the bartender to walk over to his side again.

“Another Beer?” She asked as she walked over, making Luke nod again. “On your brother’s tab?” Luke nodded once more. Grabbing the beer from her hands with a thank you, slowly walking back to the table. The drinks slowly hitting him, making him wobble a little on his walk back, a perfect thing for Jack to point out.

“Getting a little drunk, eh?” Jack’s voice was loud and his words were slightly slurred, making his point irrelevant compared to his state.

“Shh.” Nico urged, holding his head in his hands, clearly tired of Jack already. “How ‘bout we go do some shots?” He suggested, pushing Jack out of the booth.

“Yes!” Jack cheered, grabbing Luke’s hand and pulling him to the bar.

“Slow down or I’ll puke on you.” Luke moaned, making Jack freeze about three feet from the bar.

“Don’t do that.” he warned, continuing the path to the bar, Nico, Akira, and some others who had found them followed.

“Round of shots please!” Jack cheered at the bartender, making her smile and continue making drinks.

She slid a tray of shots to the group shortly, everyone quickly grabbing a shot and tipping it back. Luke shook his head as he finished, seeing his brother do the same.

“No more shots.” Jack encouraged, getting many nods from the others.

The group returned to the booth, shoving John and Dawson, who had been brought over to watch the phones when they left, over to sit. Luke, sliding in beside John, placed his head in his hands, begging the world to stop spinning.

Jack returned, last of the group, carrying more drinks for himself and Luke, sliding Luke another beer. Luke took it quickly, taking a sip before standing up.

“I am..” His words trailed off, “‘gonna go dance!” He finished, slightly swaying already. Jack nodded, getting up with his brother.

“I’m coming with, no way I’m leaving your drunk ass alone out there.”

“You’re drunk too!” Luke argued, seeing Jack shake his head.

“I’ve had two drinks and a shot, you’re on drink what five?” Jack accused, making Luke think back to how many he’d had.

“But you got drinks at the same time as me?” Luke wouldn’t deny he was on drink five, that was right, but he could question Jack.

“Luke, I came back with water, each time.” Jack deadpanned, seeing the wide-eyed expression Luke gave.

“Oh, well, let’s go dance!” Luke cheered, letting loose, and dragging Jack to the dance floor.

He was swaying and jumping around Jack for half an hour before he deemed, to Jack, very slurred, ‘I miss my princess and my feet hurt’. Making Jack laugh and bring his brother off the dance floor, leading him back to the table.

“Do you want me to call princess for you?” Jack grinned, clearly entertained by his drunken younger brother.

“Not yet. Nico’s calling!” Jack turned, confused, looking for Nico. Nico was waving his arms to call the team over, bringing everyone into a huddle in the club.

“We got karaoke, who’s going?”

“Oh me!” Luke cheered, a few others cheering him on.

“Oh god.” Jack mumbled, walking back to the table to grab Luke’s phone. Typing in the password quickly and pressing your contact.

“Luke? Why are you calling at-” you paused, “1 am?”

“Not Luke. But he is about to sing karaoke so I think you should come get him.” Jack rushed out, seeing his brother wander back over, after his name was put on the list for third.

“Oh my gosh! Is that my princess? I miss her, awh my baby girl.” Luke mumbled, seeing Jack on the phone, stumbling over to grab the phone.

“Princess?” He got out as he leaned against the table, Jack holding onto him for support.

“Hi, lu.”

“Oh my gosh I miss you, can I come home later? I wanna sleep with you.” His words a little slurred together but understandable, making you giggle.

“Yes you can, Lu, you can come here after you sing that karaoke I heard you signed up for.” Luke’s eyes shot open to Jack.

“You tol-” His word interrupted with a hiccup, “ Told her?”

“I did.” Jack confirmed, taking the phone back to whisper goodbye and hang up.

“Hey! You took away my princess.” Luke looked on the verge of tears, Jack patting his back.

“You’ll see her soon, go wait to sing your karaoke.” That snapped Luke out of it, waddling over to the line of Devils players waiting for their turn.

“Where is he?” You asked, finding Jack at the corner table, sitting with the pile of phones, along with John, Dawson, Akira and a few others.

“Oh you’re in! How’d you get in?”

“Told them I had to pick up the kid, so where is he?”

“Look on stage, they’re getting his song up.” Jack grinned, seeing the words to ‘Black’ come up.

“His go to song.” You grinned, sliding in beside Jack to watch the performance.

The opening notes flooded the club, mostly empty now, only a few others besides the team. Luke’s focus being solely on the lyrics in front of him, reading them on cue. Of course it wasn’t the first time he’d sung for you, usually in a joking manner, but every time you thought he sounded like an angel.

The guitar solo hit and he looked around, catching your eyes. You could see the way his smile lit up at the sight of you making your heart soor. His attention brought back to the words appearing on the screen again, finishing out his song before running over to the table. Microphone dropped on the stage as he jumped off, running to the table, leaving you just enough time to stand up before he got there.

Quickly picking you up, spinning you around while you laughed. His stomach filled with butterflies at the sound, begging to listen to it forever.

“Hi Lu.” You grinned at the tall boy, seeing his dilated pupils and sappy smile.

“Hi princess.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Missed you.” He confessed, wrapping his arms tighter around your body.

“Missed you too, pretty boy.” He smiled at the nickname, closing his eyes and leaning his head on your shoulder. “Should we go home?” He nodded at the question, grabbing your hand to pull you out.

“Wait, gotta get your phone.” He stopped while you waited for Jack to pass you Luke’s phone, thanking him and telling him you’d return Luke tomorrow sometime. He laughed at your words, modding and letting you bring Luke to yours.

“I get a night with my favorite princess!” Luke cheered as you led him to the car, opening the passenger door for him.

“I’d hope I’m your only princess.” You played, buckling his seatbelt for him.

“Oh you are, you’re my favorite girl, you know that.” His words were slowly slipping together, his head falling against your shoulder while you helped him.

You ran over to the driver's seat quickly, simply wanting to get the drunk boy in bed. His hand drug across the console to rest on your thigh, making you flinch at the contact.

“What’re you doing, Lukey?”

“Wanna hold your hand, but you’re driving.” He mumbled, his head pressed against the cool window. You nodded, letting his hand have its place on your thigh while you drove. It was a short drive, less than ten minutes, yet Luke was complaining every two.

“Are we home yet?”

“We home?”

“Home?”

Every other minute you had to tell him no, not yet. And then it’d repeat.

“Lu, we’re home.” You whispered, seeing the boy dozing off to sleep in the seat.

“Home?”

“Yep.” He lifted his head at the confirmation, stretching as much as he could. You walked over to his side quickly, helping him out of the car so he wouldn’t fall. Gently leading him the path of your house and inside, his figure leaned slouched against the wall while you unlocked your door.

He was quick to stumble his way in, making you reach for him quickly, holding up.

“Lu slow down please?” You whispered, holding him as close as you could while you locked the door again. You could feel his nod, just standing over you now.

“Let’s go to bed now, huh?” He nodded, leading the way to your room.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled, falling onto your bed.

“What?” It caught you off guard, reaching for something he could sleep in.

“You’re so gorgeous, god I just want to kiss you all the time but I don’t want to ruin this ‘cause I’ll lose you and I can’t do that, I can’t live without you.”

You stood with your back to him for a minute, holding a shirt you stole from him a while ago in one hand. Letting his words pour over you, before turning to pass him the shirt.

“Get changed, I’ll go get changed in the bathroom then we’ll go to bed, yeah?” He nodded at the words, lifting his shirt before you could even leave the room.

You walked to the bathroom quickly, leaning your head against the door as soon as you closed it.

Deep breaths. Calm. Luke loves you.

You got changed as fast as you could with shaky hands, this wasn’t the first time you and Luke shared a bed, you needed to calm down.

Yet you couldn’t. You returned to see Luke, face down, laying on top of your blankets.

“Oh, babes.” You smiled at the scene, seeing the boy lift his head to look at you. “What’re you doing?”

“Goin’ to bed.” He grinned, laying his head back down. Slowly you walked over, coaxing him off the bed to move the blankets.

Getting him under the blankets with effort, pushing his body onto the bed when he fell on the side.

“Ugh would you just cooperate?” You groaned at the defenceman as he laid, partially sliding off your bed.

“I’ll cooperate for a kiss.” He grinned, seeing the wide eyed look you gave him.

“Lu, you’re drunk, don’t do this now.”

“I’m sobering up.” He mumbled, standing up quickly before running to your bathroom. Leaving you stood there for a moment before following after him, seeing the tall boy hunched over your toilet.

Gently you sat behind him, rubbing his back, occasionally running your hands through the curls at the nape of his neck. Mumbling sweet words to him, ensuring that he’d be fine.

“Do you have my toothbrush?” He groaned, leaning back against the tub.

“I do, I’ll grab it for you.” you agreed, standing up to reach for it. Gathering toothpaste on it before passing it back to Luke, who gladly accepted.

“That was so gross.” He moaned when he was done, now standing in front of your sink.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. But I’m sober now.” He nodded, making you roll your eyes.

“You are not fully sober.” You argued back, letting him take a step closer to you in the small space.

“No, but I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing and know that I’ll remember this in the morning.” He shrugged, watching you back into the wall when he took another step closer.

“Lu, please, we’ll do this when you’re completely sober.”

“One kiss?” He pleaded.

“Lu-”

“Please, you know how I feel now, I just need to kiss you once then I’ll never bring it up again, we can still be friends?”

“Luke,” It came out with a sad smile, reaching your hands up to his hair. Gently pressing a kiss to his cheek, making him turn his head to kiss you. His lips fit perfectly against yours, like puzzle pieces connecting, you melted against him. His arms trailed around your waist, holding your body against his.

“Lu” You mumbled against his lips, making him pause.

“No, please I’m sorry.”

“Lu, calm down, let’s go to bed huh?” You nodded, waiting for him to nod along.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled while following you back to bed.

“Calm down, Luke, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I didn’t even ask-” It became clear he wasn’t going to stop no matter how many times you called his name, interrupting his sentence at least five times. So the only logical move was to kiss him, it shut him up.

“You’re good.” You whispered against his lips before he pressed against you again.

“Mhm” He murmured, still pressed against your lips, his hands holding your waist keeping your body against his.

“Bed?” You asked when you pulled away, dodging his attempts to chase your lips.

“But if we go to bed will I get to kiss you in the morning?”

“If you want to Lu, we’ll talk, okay?”

“Okay.” He agree, dropping his hands from your waist to hold your hand as you walked towards the bed again. Quickly getting into your side while Luke got into his, his arms wrapping around you and pulling your body into his shortly after.

Keeping your body pressed to his, his arms snaking around your waist, leaning down to press a kiss to your hair. Leaning up instead to kiss him once more for the night, feeling him melt into the kiss.

“Goodnight, luke.” You whisper against his lips, hearing him whisper a ‘goodnight my girl’ back, pressing your body against his as you both drifted to sleep.

It was 7am when you woke, the sound of Luke running to your bathroom waking you, leading you to follow behind him quickly.

It was the same scene as before, your hand rubbing gentle circles on his back, occasionally running through his curls as he leaned over the toilet.

“I’m so sorry.” He mumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“S’okay, Lu.” You assured, keeping your hands on his back.

Slowly he got up, standing in front of your sink as he grabbed his toothbrush. Quickly beginning to brush his teeth, opening his arms a little for you to slip in. Wrapping your arms around his torso, his free arm wrapping around you.

You stayed like that while he brushed his teeth, getting rid of the fowl taste that was left behind. His other arm wrapping around you when he finished, leading you back to the bedroom. Laying the two of you down, keeping you pressed against his chest as he laid.

“‘M sorry for last night.” Luke whispered, mumbling the words into your hair.

“It’s okay, Lu.” You paused for a minute, looking up to him, “Do you still feel the same?”

“I’ve always felt that way.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I couldn’t risk losing you.”

“Lu-” You could feel the tears filling your eyes at his confession.

“No, it’s okay I get it, I’ll never bring it up again, promise, and we can still be friends-” You cut him off by pressing your lips against him, feeling his body relax into the kiss.

“I feel the same.” You mumbled against his lips before he pressed against you again, holding your body tight to his.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for years.” He smiles, covering your face in short kisses as you laughed at the feeling.

“Lu!” You laughed, his smile growing at the sound.

“Hmm?” He hummed, moving his kisses down your neck, making you instinctively move to give better access.

“You…” The words came out far more breathier than intended, the moment switching as Luke’s kisses lingered on your neck, “Better stop.” You finally finished.

He lifted his head, kissing you once more before moving.

He sat up, keeping you in his lap as he moved. Shimmying his was to sit with his back against the headboard, holding his arms around your body the entire time.

“This mean you’ll be my girl?” He asked, looking down at you, where you were staring at him. Smiling at him before leaning in, savoring another kiss with him. “Yes, if you want me to be.” “Oh, I want you to be.” He grinned, kissing you again, lifting you up to sit with your legs on either side of his.

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suugarbabe · 6 months

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Gotcha!! I am a sucker for how you write Enzo, and even more of a sucker for hurt/comfort or angst that ends in fluff. So to mix the two, my brain came up with this: Reader and Enzo have been together for a while, both are in love with eachother. The only thing is, R has never seen Enzo's "dark side", because the occasion never presented itself, until when Enzo beats up a guy for touching R and making her uncomfortable. R is shocked to say the least, or taken aback, but offers all the same to clean up Enzo's wounds, very lost in thought, because maybe usually violence scares her. Knowing Enzo he would realize this, and kind of spiral in a "did I scare you? Are you afraid of me? I would never hurt you" worries, while R was simply worried about Enzo's well being. So it ends with Reader comforting Enzo and vice versa, just a sweet bonding moment after a bit of a scare and angst. Feel free to change this or make it more dramatic💕💕💕💕💕

you couldn't shake the slimy feeling you had since this morning when Cormac tried to touch you. Well, he did touch you, smacked your ass really. And when you gave him the finger he called you a slag. You tried to ignore him, ignore the interaction. Enzo had tried to ask you what was wrong at lunch, but you told him you were just tired, that you'd had a tough divination class that morning. You could tell he wasn't buying it, but he also didn't push you.

when you were walking with Pansy on your way to the library, she had asked you again, and finally you told her. "What a fucking tosser! A right prick, he is," you had agreed with her words, telling her that you were going to go to the library for your free period. She said she would see you later and that you two could plan to hex him during dinner if you'd want.

You'd liked that idea, so when you saw Pansy sprinting towards you in the library, you were heavily confused. You stood up as she approached you, nearly out of breath. You urged her to tell you what was going on. She nodded, hands on her knees, "Enzo...in the court yard...Cormac...blood...s'getting real bad."

"Oh my god," you took off running, Pansy (reluctantly given that she had just sprinted to you) close behind. When you got to the court yard a small crowd had already formed. You pushed your way through until you got to the inner circle, your hand instantly going to cover your gape at the scene before you.

You always knew Enzo was a big man, he was not only tall, but broad as well. You just never realized how much broader he was than most the guys your age because from where you were standing, you couldn't even see Cormac with how Enzo was hunched over him, landing blow after blow.

You looked around the circle until you spotted the rest of Enzo's friends, storming up to them. You pointed at Blaise and Mattheo, "Stop him. You stop him right now before a professor comes out here."

Mattheo smirked, "No way, princess. This is Enzo's victim, he's not finished yet." You turned, now seeing a different angle of the fight. Cormac's face was bloody and swollen, one eye closed completely shut, the skin around it looking taught like a balloon.

You turned back to the both of them, "Mattheo Marvelo you stop this right. now. or I swear to Merlin I'll hex your dick to the size of a peanut for a month." With his middle name and the threat, Mattheo nodded at Blaise, both boys launching themselves toward Enzo, struggling slightly to pull him off.

Enzo was fighting back against them slightly, trying to swing towards Cormac again. He was so blind by rage he didn't even notice anyone around him. You couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't watch him fight anymore.

"Lorenzo, enough." Your voice was loud and stern. Enzo looked toward you, immediately catching your eyes and relaxing in the two other boys' hold. When you nodded they finally released him. You instructed the other boys to 'take care of this', motioning toward Cormac's beaten and moaning body.

You grabbed hold of Enzo's forearm, not wanting to fully grab his hand and get covered in someone else's blood. You led him down to the dungeons, down the hall of the boys dormitory and into the bathroom.

You pointed to the edge of the tub, "Sit." Enzo did so immediately, looking down at the ground like a child about to be scolded. You opened of of the cabinets, grabbing gauze and some healing potions that the boys kept on hand.

Walking back towards Enzo, you tapped the inside of one of his knees, signaling him to widen his legs so you could stand between them. You lifted his head with a finger under his chin. His had a small cut on his lower lip, "Looks like he got one good swing on you."

Enzo smirked, "Yeah, one's all he got the chance to get." You tsked at him, "You know I hate fighting, Enzo. You never fight, it's always the others."

Enzo's smirk turned to a frown, his lip splitting open slightly more, "I'm so sorry, angel, did I scare you? Are you afraid of me now? You know I would never hurt you, righ-"

You cut him off with a finger to his lips before patting the split in his lip with gauze and a healing potion.

"Why were you fighting him," you knew the answer, but you wanted to know how he knew. You grabbed one of his hands, waving your wand over the cuts that you can only assume were made from either Cormac's teeth or the harsh bridge of his nose coming into contact with Enzo's fists.

"Darling, my angel girl, he touched you, no, he smacked you, and called you names? What kind of protector would I be if I let shit like that slide. No way, that is never happening." You couldn't help but smile as you finished healing his other hand.

You cupped his cheek now, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, "My sweet Enzo bear, my big bad protector." Enzo placed his hands on either side of your hips, one hand going round to give you ass a playful squeeze.

You squealed, swatting at his hand with a giggle. Enzo smiled at the sound, pulling you closer still, "I will always be here to protect you, no matter what. I love you angel girl."

You smiled, "I love you too, Enzo," leaning in again to give him a proper kiss.

#nonny bo bonny #enzo berskshire x reader #enzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire x you #enzo berkshire angst #enzo berkshire fluff

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tahliafox · 2 years

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i saw your requests are open and im begging for a natasha romanoff x reader scissoring fic.. i've never seen anyone write this with her before and im obsessed with scissoring

That stupid dress

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Based on request (tysm, scissoring makes me drool)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Older!Natasha, Smut, Mommy!Natasha, slightly innocent!reader.

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Her hands were all over you as soon as the front door slammed. Natasha twisted you in her arms and started kissing and nipping at your lips, desperately. Taken by surprise, you whined against her mouth and started kissing her back with as much desperation. Her tongue swiped harshly against the roof of your mouth, and she moaned at the taste of you.

Her hands moved to your waist and she gripped you, hard. Out of breath, she pulled back and sucked in a sharp breath. “You don’t…” her lips pressed their way down your neck, interrupting her own sentence. It was as if Natasha couldn’t get her thoughts together as her mouth opened, her forehead pressed against the crook of your neck and she almost sobbed in need. “Fuck, this fucking dress.” Her hands tugged at the red material and pulled it away from your body, for it to then snap back against your skin. You flinched, pressed your head back against the door and moaned loudly.

A very obvious aching wetness pooled in your thin underwear, soaking through the bottom slightly, you were certain hers looked the exact same… maybe worse based on how she was acting. Natasha ran her left hand in between your legs, making her hand slightly moist with your arousal and then placed her right hand around your neck, choking you.

“Mommy, wait.” You needed to breathe and find some piece of mind as the way Natasha had pinned you against the door and started groping you so quickly made your mind numb with want. Natasha intensely looked into your eyes, her eyebrows furrowed and she whined when you called her by that title. You pressed your hands against her shoulders and gently pushed her away from you, creating some space. Natasha’s strong hands immediately started reaching for you the moment she lost contact with your body but you held her wrists away.

“No, no, no.” Natasha whined and dropped to her knees, pushing her forehead against your thighs. You let go of her wrists and her hands immediately went to grip at your lower leg. Your eyes widened at how desperate she actually was. “Baby, please. Let mommy touch you. I need to love you. You just- fuck. That stupid dress. Mommy couldn’t stop thinking about ripping it off you all night.” Words kept spewing out of her mouth and she nuzzled against the inside of your leg.

“Please, little angel. Let mommy worship you.” Natasha looked up at you with glazed over eyes and her thumbs kept rubbing back and forth on your calves, soothing you. Your hand went to brush her hair away from her flushed face and she melted into your touch. “Come on, princess. Let me love you. Mommy is so desperate and needy for her sweet girl. You’re always so good for me, let mommy be good for you for a change. I’ll do whatever you need, baby. Anything for my best girl.”

You managed to form a coherent thought and pulled her up to standing by her face. Your hands stayed on the side of her cheeks and she bent forwards to press her forehead against yours. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was heavy and quick, she wrapped her arms around your waist, hugging you and you pressed an innocent kiss against her nose and nodded.

“Be gentle.” You reminded her in a meek voice. Natasha opened her eyes and looked deeply into yours.

“Yeah? You want mommy to be nice and kind to you? What else?” She questioned, her voice raspy and cracking in between words.

“Want to sit on mommy's lap and kiss her, in the bedroom.” You carried on. Natashas hands went to your thighs and she picked you up, jogging up the stairs of your shared house.

“Fuck- Please carry on talking to me, baby.”

“Can we, uhm.” Your voice went shy, you giggled and hid your face in her hair. Natasha squeezed your thighs and smiled at the sound of your laugh.

“Can we do what, angel? Come on, tell mommy. I'll do anything for you. I promise, anything. Tell mommy, quickly.” She kept walking towards your bedroom and then sat on your bed with you straddling her, her back against the headboard. Natasha coaxed your head away from her hair and rubbed her thumbs over your warm cheeks. You smiled at her and blushed harder when she started pressing kisses all over your face, not being able to keep her lips off of you. Her hands gripped the bottom of your dress and she hauled it over your head, leaving you in pretty lingerie.

“Oh- fuck, fuck, fuck.” Natasha whined and whimpered when she saw what you had on underneath your dress. Her hands immediately went to rub at your tits. When you moaned, let your head fall back and she rested her forehead against your chin and panted for air. “Please, little angel. Tell me, tell your mommy what you want. Oh shit, I need you so, so badly.”

“Want to rub against you.” It was almost too quiet, but she managed to work the sentence out and a sharp pain of arousal hit her.

“You want to rub against me? On my thigh… my stomach? You’ve got to be more specific, baby.”

“No.” you got frustrated. “I want to rub against you. Like on your, you know- parts.” Natasha came to a quick realization that you wanted to scissor her. “Fuck, sweetheart. Of course we can do that. Oh, mommy wants to scissor you so badly. Gonna make you feel so good.”

Her hands went to the back of your bra and she started kissing you with fervor, her tongue all over the inside of your mouth. When it slipped off your arms, she threw it somewhere in the bedroom and pushed you on your back. “Can mommy be on top? I love seeing my little girl so pretty underneath me. Such an innocent, lovely little angel. Mommy’s little angel, aren’t you? Please, baby. Please let mommy be on top. I promise to rub myself so good on your cunt.”

You nodded and she whipped your underwear off, then her own clothes. Her tits pressed firmly against you and she slowly pressed her cunt on yours. Both your and her mouths dropped open in pleasure, her arousal smearing all over your swollen clit. Natasha found your hands against the sheets and intertwined her fingers with yours, holding you closely.

“M’gonna start moving, baby. Fuck- gonna feel so good.” She moaned then immediately started grinding up and down over you. Her clit knocked against yours, every movement. Moans started to spew out your mouth and Natasha ducked her head to breath against your neck, smelling your sweet cherry perfume.

“Oh- yes. That's it, baby. You’re such a good girl letting mommy rub herself all over you like this. You're gonna smell so much of me.” her teeth nipped at your neck, marking you. “My girl. My sweet little angel. Fuck- i love you so much, sweety. So proud of you for lying still for me and taking this so well.”

Your stomach started growing tight and your eyebrows furrowed. “Mommy-” you interrupted her. She looked up at you, immediately giving you all her attention. “Gonna cum. Getting so close. Please don't stop.”

“Mommy is never going to stop. Ever. oh im gooing to cum too, feels so fucking good.” She grit her teeth and started humping you faster. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She chanted out like a prayer.

Your orgasm hit you like a brick and Natasha felt something wet splash against her cunt. She suddenly realized she made you squirt, then fell head first into her own orgasm at the thought. Your name left her lips in a scream. Natasha could no longer hold herself up, completely pressed against you and pathetically humping her hips onto you.

“Oh- fuck, fuck. Mommy is so proud of you for squirting like that. Jesus, fucking Christ. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen.”

note: holy fuck, got a bit carried away. think this is my favorite fic.

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x y/n #older!nat #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #mommy natasha #mommy!nat #tahliesfics

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lilac-5ky · 9 months

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The one where he carries you home after a fight (Toji xFem!Reader)

A/N: My 7AM sleepless demons wrote this, not me.

warning: mentions of alcohol

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“Thanks for coming, Toji. She wanted us to hit Roppongi next.”

“No problem.” Toji mutters as he lifts your limp body over his shoulders—arms thrown over his neck and knees buckled around his torso.

He nearly winces at the overwhelming stench of tequila emanating from your breath, praying that the wetness seeping through his shirt is drool and not vomit, though that’s more like wishful thinking. You are wasted. Completely and utterly drunk out of your mind to the point where you can’t differentiate the setting or those around him.

“Mistah, drop me off at the next station,” you slur with your eyes closed, pointing somewhere on the horizon before nodding off again. This was the third time you repeated that motion.

“How much did ya make her drink?” Toji doesn’t ask so much as accuse the two women, who are quick to shut him down with the dirtiest of looks. Nothing new. Your friends never liked him, and the feeling’s mutual.

“Make her?” Utahime huffs, rolling her sleeves over her elbows. “She’s the one who dragged us out on a Tuesday night. If anything, you’re the one to blame—you pushed her to it!”

“Senpai, calm down already.” Shoko lowers her friend’s fists. Out of the two, she’s the better one at acting like she tolerates him. “What did you fight over, anyway?”

“She didn’t tell you?”

With the way you stormed out the door in your finest high-heel shoe, black party dress, and red lipstick combo, he’d expect your lovers quarrel to make headlines by midnight.

However, they both shake their heads negatively.

“Who knows?” Toji flashes an oblivious smile before he gets you going. You were so angry at him earlier, and in all honesty, he did cross a line or two, but it doesn’t feel all that important now. Come tomorrow, this will become just another entry in your record of petty arguments to look back on and laugh at.

You’ve made it halfway up the slope that leads to your crappy apartment building when he catches you flailing around on his back like a fish fresh out of water. He slots his hands into the crevices beneath your thighs, applying enough pressure so that you won’t fall.

“Rise and shine, sleepy-head.”

Your slow blinks turn rapid the second you realize your feet aren’t touching the ground and you’re piggybacking on a stranger. “W-Who are you?”

“Ya don’t remember?” Toji rolls his eyes with a loud tsk. “What was it again? Mister Taxi? Mister Killjoy? Or Mister Buzzkill?” He goes through the different names you bestowed on him in your sleep.

“Mister… Buzzkill?” Your jaw drops slack on his shoulder, only for your palms to clap at his chest in excitement a minute later. “Mister Buzzkill, I remember! You kidapped me from my friends and spoiled our fun!”

“More like your friends got sick of your ass and called me to pick up the pieces.” He argues. “Hold on tight if ya don’t wanna fall. Climb’s steep from now on.”

Strength returns to your arms as they cage his neck. “Where are you taking me, Mister Buzzkill? Are we going to party?”

“Don’tcha think you’ve had enough partying for one night, princess?” He grunts. “We’re goin’ home.”

“Home? Whose home?”

Toji’s starting to miss the you that nags him about not soaking his dirty dishes. Alcohol always chips away at your mental capacity, and while he wants to be understanding, he can’t understand that which he’s never experienced for himself. “Our home, dummy.”

The epithet doesn’t faze you in the slightest. “Are you going to exploit me?”

“Prospect makes you happy?” You hum in return. “Fine. You can pay for the ride once we make it home.”

“But…” And you sound so sad that he cocks his head to peer at your face, glassy, puppy eyes welling up with fat tears that make him wonder whether he said something hurtful again. “I don’t have any money. My husband said we’re out of money ‘cause he—he gambled it away.”

The cogs in his brain are put in reverse, reminding him of the cash he snatched from your open wallet with the intention of waging it on a guaranteed victory and the little white lie you took at face value. You didn’t even give him the chance to explain that the bills were still in his pocket because the race was called off, and he let you run off to your friends without offering a single apology.

“I’m sure we’ll work something out.” Toji squeezes your thighs reassuringly. “Ya can pay me back in kind, too.”

“But my husband—”

“Your husband is a shithead.” He spits out, hoping that his remorse registers without leaving behind any actual trace of his words.

“You are so kind, Mister Buzzkill. Unlike him—my Toji.” The fingers of your one hand pull on your wedding band until it comes off. “Wanna marry me again, Mister…Toji?”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Toji catches the wedding band right before it slips from your fingers to the street. Part of him wants to scold you for being a scatterbrained nuisance, but the part of him that finds even your plastered form endearing comes out on top.

He slides the ring around the ring finger of his ring-less hand and pieces your hands together, holding onto them until you finally reach the front door and you’re sober enough to call him by his name.

“A’right, we’re here.” Toji declares once the key’s inside the hole.

He calls out your name and shakes you softly, but there’s no answer coming from you other than a single embarrassingly loud snore. He lets go of your legs and slowly puts your feet on the floor before hoisting them up in the air again, shifting to carrying you into bridal position. Your hands reach around his neck on their own volition, and he swears your lips curl into the softest smile when your nose pressed against his shirt.

He sighs, parting the hair that’s fallen inside your agape mouth.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

#toji x reader #jjk x reader #toji headcanons #toji drabbles #toji fluff #toji x yn #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro

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sarawritestories · 1 month

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Remember Me

Cassian X Fem Reader

Summary: Reader's Grandmother's memory is deteriorating. When Gram has an aggressive episode, Reader falls apart at the realization she is losing her best friend. She misses family dinner and Cassian feels the devastation through the bond checks on her.

Content Warning: Memory loss of a loved one, Death of a loved one, crying.

A/N: I've been thinking about my favorite Angel lately and apparently I needed to get some feelings out. Some of these are based off real memories though its mostly fiction but the love for my gram is real! I cried a lot while writing this, so please be kind.

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“What are you doing here?” My Gram sneered. I stood frozen mouth agape, Madja warned me things had begun deteriorating quickly. I just hadn’t realized that it was impacting her personality. Her voice brook me from my thoughts, “Well, what do you want? Why are you here?” I took a sharp breath for the first time in my entire life my gentle loving grandmother held ire in her eyes, and they were glaring down at me. It wasn’t always that way.

“I win!” A younger me howled as I cleared my hand of card. My grandmother smiled and snapped her fingers in mock disappointment.

She opened up her arms and I ran right into them, her scent of cookies we made earlier and clean soap filled my nose. Home. She was my home, “Good job, my lil’ Princess.” She kissed my cheek with her pink lipstick smudging my cheek.

I grinned widely, “Can we play again?”

Gram let me go and started reaching for the Cards, “Let’s play.”

My chest felt tight, and I doubled checked to make sure that the bond was shielded on my end, not wanting to worry your mate. Her face held nothing but rage and fear of a stranger in her room. It was like a whole different person. Shaking the surprise of her behavior I took a breath, and reached out to her, “Gram.”

She swatted my hand her she yelled, “Don’t touch me, where’s my granddaughter? What have you done with her?!” I froze and blinked and blinked once more. “Healer! Healer!” She looked back at me and the broken sound of her scream, “Get out! GET. OUT.”

I bolted out the door and ran into Madja who was rushing in as I was speeding out. She gripped my arms, “Are you alright?” the healer’s brows knitted together in concern. Not trusting myself to speak I shook my head. “Her condition is worsening. There is nothing I can do. She’s fading fast I fear she may only have a few more weeks with us.”

I stepped out of her grip as the news sunk in. I dodged her attempt at an embrace and sprinted home. My legs wanted to give out, but I pushed forward and was trying to keep myself together. I ran through the door, and once I was in the confines of my home, I slid down the front door and fell apart. Tucking my legs to my chest I buried my face into my knees as sobs racked through me. Memories of my childhood, flooding to surface.

Laughter filled the room as Gram, and I were baking cookies and dancing in her kitchen. As she spun me around, we heard the door slam open. Male voices filled the room and Gram gave me a knowing smile, as excitement bubbled over as Cassian, Azriel and Rhysand barged through the kitchen. I had met Rhys in school, and he introduced me to his brothers when they would come to visit Velaris the four of us becoming fast friends and Gram had instantly welcomed them in her home and required them to visit before they went back to the Illyrian camps whether I was here or not.

The moment I saw Cassian’s shaggy hair I leapt into his arms. Quick to hold me, he gripped onto me in a bone crushing hug his wings tucked in, He turned to face Rhys and Azriel. “See, Princess, here knows how to say hello.” He kissed my check and gave me a full grin, “Hello, Princess.” I rolled my eyes as he put me down. He heard Gram call me that once and had not stopped calling me that. There was a point where it stopped bothering me and I began to enjoy it.

“Stop flirting with my grandchild and give your gram a hug,” Cassian put me down and gave her a hug, kissing the top of her head as I hugged Rhys and Az. Gram laughed, “I swear every time you three come home you get bigger.”

Rhys and Az both walked over and hugged her as one of Az’s shadows sneaked him some cookie dough. Gram playfully swats at him, “The fresh ones are on the cooling rack.”

The boys all lunged for the cookies. When I elbowed them for one of my own, I frowned as they cleared the way and found they took them all. I sighed crossing my arms as two muscular hands caged me close to his chest delicious cookies in my line of sight. “Help me out, Princess.”

I smiled and grabbed both treats from his hands. He casually snaked his arms around my waist pulling me closer, whispering in my ear, “One day, when we are exchanging Gram’s cookies to accept the mating bond.”

I leaned my head on his chest taking a bite of the baked good, “Bold of you to assume we will be mated one day.”

He kissed the pointed part of my ear, “I’m not assuming smart ass. I’m just hopeful.”

There was a lot of laughter that caused my gaze to drift to the table where Gram was smirking behind the cards she was holding in her hand as Azriel’s shadows passed out the cards. I placed my hand over his, “Me too.”

~Later that day~

The house was almost quiet, the not so soft sounds of the three Illyrian’s snoring. I walked into the dining room where Gram patted the seat next to her. Taking the open seat her hand found mind giving it a comfort squeeze. “Time for girl talk.” I perked up as this was My favorite time of the day where it was just the two of us talking about all topics. She leaned over and watched the three soon to be warriors snoozing in her living room. “They are good males, Y/N. Promise me that you four will take care of each other when the time comes for me to see your grandfather again.”

My brow furrowed, “Of course. Though that won’t be until centuries, right?” Gram patted my hand.

“Yes, Princess, though I do miss your grandfather very much. I long to be in his arms again. Hopefully one day the mating bond will snap between you and a certain Illyrian when you are old and gray you will understand where I’m coming from.

I took a glance over at the sleeping long haired mail. His face so peaceful in his sleep. The stress of the world is no longer at the forefront of his brain. “Gram, do you think we could be mates?”

Gram grinned, “I do, it will snap in the right time.”

“I hope you’re there for the mating ceremony if it does.” I say leaning my head on her shoulder.

She laid her head on top of mine, her curls grazing my forehead. “Me too, Princess. Me too.”

I had no memories of moving from leaning on the door to lying down on the floor. I felt like I was drowning in my tears and was swept in the undertow. I heard a soft-landing upstairs and the boom of a male voice, “Princess!” He ran down the stairs, “Princess, where are- “He abruptly stop and then his hazel eyes meet mine, “Baby. What’s wrong, are you hurt?” He scanned me for injuries, and he cupped my face wiping my tears.

“Cass.” I hiccupped and he picked me up off the floor and carried me to the couch in our living room. “Why are you here?”

He snorted, “Leave it to my mate to ask me why I am in my own home.” He sat down and held me on his lap, my head laid on his shoulder and I could feel concern down the bond. “You put your shield down on the bond and I felt your overwhelming sadness. Then Madja told Rhys you visited Gram.” A fresh wave of tears started, and Cassian ran his fingers through my hair. “She wouldn’t tell him details but I could put it together.

“She’s dying Madja, said she only has months. Today she didn’t recognize me, “I whispered as Cass pulled me closer to him and pressed his lips to my forehead. “She asked what I did with her granddaughter. I’ve never seen such anger in her eyes.” I began to sob again and buried my face in Cassian’s neck.

Cassian rubbed my back and made sure to cocoon me in his wings, whispering soothing words in my ear. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What can I do? Should I get Rhys and Az?” I shook my head.

“Just hold me. Please.” I clung closer to him gripping his leather tight and his free hand wrapped around mine.

“Of course, Princess.” Cassian kept rubbing against my skin and humming a little tune that lulled me to a dreamless slumber.

Cassian and I finally reached Gram’s table after the mating ceremony, she gave me a smile and kissed my cheek and Cassian kissed the top of her head. “You look lovely dear.” Gram patted my head confusion sparked in the elder fae female’s eyes. “What’s the occasion?”

I tilted my head, “Gram, we talked about this yesterday. My mating ceremony today.” I exchanged a worried glance to Cassian to find his face mirrored mine, his hand gripping mine a little more tight than normal.

Gram’s face lit up, “Oh how wonderful, I knew you would find your mate, who is the lucky fella.” She asked and her question was genuine and true.

Cassian bent down and gripped Gram’s hand, “It’s me Gram, Cassian. You’re favorite Illyrian.” He smiled.

She patted his cheek, “Well you’re so handsome, are you going to take care of my pretty princess,” clearly the memory of him asking for her blessing gone.

Cassian kissed her hand, “Yes and I will make sure she is well cared for ma’am.” It took everything in me not to burst into tears. I felt Az and Rhys behind me, and Cass must have too, “Rhys and Az will too. We made you promise to be there for each other. We’re going to keep it.”

Gram nodded her head in approval and saw the two handsome males behind me. “Oh hello, aren’t you two handsome fellas too.”

Rhys and Azriel gave a sad smile and instead of dancing the four of us sat around my favorite person and just talked about our lives and our adventures and she started talking about me but like she was a stranger. “My granddaughter, she’ll find a mate one day and I hope her mate loves her like you love yours, Sir.” She spoke to Cassian, and I could see his own heart breaking.

He squeezed my hand under the table, “I’m sure she will and the male or female that does will make her feel like the most important person in the world.” We spent the first night of our mating ceremony holding each other and crying over the interaction.

~A month Later~

We were having brunch with our friends, as I tried not to think of the looming cloud of losing my Gram. Rhys came into the dining room of the river house with a somber look on his face. His gaze met mine, and suddenly the food in my mouth turned to ash. “Madja just reached me. She says its urgent.” Dread pooled in my stomach. “It’s about Gram.”

Cassian’s wing curved around me, I swallowed my food and tried to level my breathing, I felt the cool kiss of Azriel’s shadow around my ankle. “It’s time, isn’t it?” Rhys’ eyes lined silver, and he nodded.

The four of us and Feyre were around her, her breathing was labored, but her eyes for the first time were cleared. Madja had informed me she is lucid and that she most likely had enough fight to say goodbye. She said it was a rare to see in memory loss severe as hers but it can happen. “My, you four have grown up.” Her eyes reach Feyre. “Rhys who is that lovely lady?”

Rhys let a tear fall down his cheek, and held out his hand for Feyre to take, “This is my mate, Gram. This is Feyre.”

Gram weakly raised her hand and Feyre took it. “You keep this boy in line okay, he always tries to get into trouble.”

She smiled and squeezed Rhys’ hand, “I will, Ma’am.”

She pointed to Rhys, “And you, take care of this beautiful female, don’t let her go.” He held her hand for his and he knelt to take it. “You have been an outstanding High Lord. Your momma, would be proud.” Cassian pulled me close as Rhys nodded and kissed her head, whispering in her ear.

Azriel stepped forward next and Gram’s smile brightened, “My shadowsinger.” He gripped his hands, “You are so strong and so brave, but it’s your kindness and your loyalty that sets you apart. And if a partner of yours can’t see that or appreciate you, they are not worth your time.” She cupped his face and he leaned into it kissing her palm, “Also tell those shadows of yours to stay away from my lil’ Princesses, cookie dough.” Azriel laughed through the tears and promised also kissing her forehead.”

Gram’s eyes met mine, then Cassian’s as if she could see the gold bond that tethers our hearts together, “I always knew you two would be together.” She smiled and opened her arms and Cassian released his grip and I ran into her arms. Sobbing into her night gown. “Oh lil’ princess, don’t cry over this old bag of bones. Your grandfather, came to me yesterday, and told me to come home soon.” I sobbed hard and she soothed my hair. “Shhh, Cassian come here.” My general steps forward and she grips his hand. “I am so proud of you. My sweet Cassian. You have grown into a fine male. Take care of her you hear me?”

“Don’t worry Gram, our Princess is well cared for. I’ll make sure it stays like that.”

“Good.” She pulls me away from her shoulder and walks her shoulder, “Remember what I said all those years ago. Take care of your boys. You’re all each other has now.” She coughs and I gripped her hand in mine. “If there is one thing, I’m most proud of in this life. It’s being your grandmother.”

I whimpered and sniffled, “Being your granddaughter is mine.”

“I love you more than the stars in the sky, my lil’ Princess.”

‘I love you too.” I whispered as I held her hand in my mind and watched as she leaned back her breathing labored, as if her conversation with us cost her so much. Cassian gripped my shoulder as we watched as her breathing slowed and it stopped all together. Her hand loosened in mine, and I couldn’t hear her heartbeat anymore, and the scream that erupted from my chest was broken.

Cassian grabbed me and pulled me to his chest, rocking me as his own tears soaked my hair. The room was filled with sniffles and hiccups for what felt like hours and Cassian had held me tightly.

It was Rhys’ voice soft and somber that pulled me away from Cassian’s chest to look at my High Lord, my brother, “Cauldron save you. Mother hold you.”

He walks toward the bed grabbing the blanket, and Az voice joins him, “Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey.”

Cassian was the one who joined next as Rhys raised the blanket tenderly over her face, “Fear no evil. Feel no pain.”

I wiped my tears as there was a pause and the three of them looked at me and I felt a light hand intertwined with mine. Feyre looked at me eyes lined with silver understanding in her gaze as she led me to my grandmother and through my tears I finished the prayer, “Go and enter Eternity.”

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Fake It Till You Make It

Chapter Three - First 'Date'

The Princess of Monaco is wild and out of control. She needs to stop being in the tabloids for all the wrong reasons. Charles Leclerc has had a spot of bad press since his very public break up. He needs some good PR. What better way to fix their problems than to pair them up?

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F1 fans are always delighted to see the Party Princess and her year's of friendship with Fernando Alonso. Every Monaco Grand Prix the two greet each other like old friends.

They were seen embracing upon the Princess's arrival to the paddock. Most fans thought nothing of it. It was normal for the pair. Ever since she first met him at ten years old.

Although interactions between the Party Princess and Alonso have been nothing but platonic, some if us are left to wonder if there is something more going on?

Princess Y/N is known for the string of lovers she had. Here at The Monaco Press, we have been lucky enough to interview some of these lovers. When asked for a comment, several of these lovers agreed that their is a high likelihood that the Party Princess has found herself a much older man.

The Monaco Press will bring you the latest on this story as it unfolds.

"Why the hell are you in my apartment?"

Prince Henri walked around the apartment. No matter how large he knew it was, the mess and the clutter made everything feel so much smaller. He kicked away a dirty, sparkly dress. "Can I not come and visit my baby sister?"

"You could have given me some warning," she said as she picked up the dress and the clothes that surrounded it.

Henri shook his head. "Get dressed. We're going out to dinner."

But she sat down on the couch instead. Henri rolled his eyes and stepped over the mess, walking into her bedroom. "Hen, piss off," she called over her shoulder. "I don't want to go to dinner with you."

A dress hit the back of her head. She grabbed it from the back of the sofa and held it out in front of her. It wasn't like the normal dresses she found herself in in the middle of the night, which were far too short low cut. It was black, went down to her knees, and covered up her arms.

"Seriously? Henri, I'll look like a nun."

"I don't care. Do I need to get you shoes as well?"

She glared and marched past him, into her bedroom. She slammed the door shut, quickly got dressed and ran a brush through her hair. She grabbed some flats that matched the dress and pulled them on.

When she was finished she opened the door and stepped out. "Jewellery," Henri said, turning her back around and pushing her into her room.

Her jewellery was all expensive and gorgeous. She picked out some stud earring that, although they didn't look like a lot, were worth more than her rent. Her necklace was simple, too, and she didn't bother with bracelets. Checking herself in the mirror, she walked out of her room. "Good enough for you, your highness?" She asked with a mocking bow.

Henri offered her his arm. She reluctantly took it and followed Henri out of her apartment.

It was a surprise to find no chauffeur waiting for them. Henri opened the car door for her before slipping into the drivers seat. "I've booked out the entire restaurant," he said as he began driving through the streets of Monaco. "Don't leave until you've given him a chance. Please."

"Wait, him?" She suddenly cried. "Henri, I thought we were going for dinner! You can't just set up a date for me and not tell me!"

Henri tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "I can and I have," he said.

She huffed as she sank down into her seat. "Who is it?"

"Charles Leclerc."

Charles Leclerc. She had only met him once before. He and his brother were meeting the Monaco family for some super formal interview. Charles had looked at her for most of the interview, and constantly brought up his girlfriend. It was big headed of him to assume she wanted him to the point where he mentioned his girlfriend every five minutes and she'd decided then that she didn't like him.

"Why?"

Henri slightly turned his head towards her while still keeping his eye on the road.

"Why have you set me up with Charles Leclerc?"

Henri shrugged his shoulders, and she could have strangled him. "You need good PR and he needs good PR. It just makes sense."

For the rest of the journey to the restaurant she was silent. She didn’t want to talk to Henri, not when he was such an ass.

When he parked up outside of the restaurant, she still didn't move. "Y/N, come on," Henri huffed. "Stop acting like a child," he said and opened his car door.

If there were paparazzi around, they definitely saw her getting dragged out of the car by the future king. "Henri! Stop!" She cried as she tried to fight her brother off. But he was bigger and stronger than her.

Her had her inside of the restaurant and sat down at a table in no time. She scowled, arms folded over her chest as she stared at the empty seat across from her.

"You have my permission to do whatever it takes to keep her here," Henri whispered to the hostess as he left the restaurant.

Keeping her there meant serving her drinks and bread. Twenty minutes later, the black Ferrari with the white and red stripe appeared.

Dressed in a black suit, Charles walked into the restaurant. He looked incredibly handsome, but that wasn't what she was thinking when she saw him.

"You're late."

"Sorry about that, chérie."

"Don't call me that," she spat as another drink was placed in front of her. "You know this isn't a real date, right? You know Henri only set this up so that we look good."

Charles nodded his head. "I'm aware," he said, playing with the rings on his fingers.

"Then why are you here? To waste my time?"

Charles shook his head. Taking his wine glass, he lifted it to his lips and took a quick sip. He placed it back down and cleared his throat.

"Your brother and I have been talking," he began. "Because of my recent trouble with the media after a messy break up, and because of your constant PR blunders and messy nights out, Henri and I thought it would be a good idea if you and I 'dated'. That way we could pull the media's attention away from our fuck ups and onto our seemingly perfect relationship."

She let out a dry laugh. "Do you really think that'll work?"

Charles shrugged his shoulders. "There's only one way to find out."

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something just outside of the restaurant window. "Let me prove it to you," he said, reaching for her hand with a blissed out smile on his face.

When she saw the flash of a camera, she placed her hand in his and painted a practiced smile on her face. Her laugh, too, was practiced, perfected after years of unwillingly being in the spotlight.

"Do you think it'll look like too much if I drove you back to your apartment after this?" Charles asked as the food was placed in front of them.

She rolled her eyes and just hoped the paparazzi didn't see. "Nothing is too much for the party princess," she spat.

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