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nastyaromatherapy · 7 months

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can we get dark ethan where he takes reader’s virginity through non con? sorry if this request is too dark only if you’re comfortable with it 💜

Unwanted encounter (18+)

Ethan your econ partner, loves the idea of taking your virginity.

pairing - ghostface!ethan landry x cheerleader!fem!reader

one shot length, 2.2k+ word fic

warnings: non con, first time, minimal knife play, hair pulling, creampie, reader is smart w an airhead personality, pervy ethan

read more cut isn't working so sorry for that 🌚

Your professor partnered up you and Ethan for an Econ project. Ethan at first, was not at all thrilled. You were popular, didn't care much about grades, and had the douchiest boyfriend.

He on the other hand, actually wanted that A, and didn't have many friends outside of the core four. He wasn't that close with them either. You wanted that A too, he just wasn't aware of that. He already created a version of you that was untrue in his mind.

But when the day finally came, and he was over at your house, he realized how wrong he was about you. He realized that you were actually really smart, nice, and funny. You actually had a personality.

He asked to see all of the research you've conducted, and you showed him pages of notes. "You're smarter than you look y/n," he teased. You rolled your eyes at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, taking offense. "I mean you look like the average cheerleader that's fucked more then half of the football team."

You gawk at him and his incel driven ignorance. "I haven't even fucked my boyfriend on that team," you corrected, annoyed. "I'm a fucking virgin- you know nothing about me." He went silent not knowing what to say, but the thought of you never being taken like that before made him throb in his jeans.

"Fuck I'm sorry, it was just a joke." He apologized, voice getting quieter the more he spoke. "Joke," you repeated, clicking your tongue. "Just get the fuck out of my house, my boyfriend 'll be back soon. He's not going to be too happy with you here. He doesn't like dogs on the bed," you snark, pointing to the door.

He looks at the ground and apologizes under his breath again before leaving the room.

Your boyfriend didn't come home. He texted you, "Gonna be out a little later than usual, emergency with the guys." You believed him, Ethan knew he was out fucking some girl. Guys like him can't live with abstinence.

Ethan sat at home, jerking off to videos of you on the sidelines in football highlights. He groaned whenever your skirt lifted up when you jumped, exposing some of your dark navy panties.

He had to know how it felt to be inside you. How tight you would be, never been stretched before. He imagined your moans, begging to be slow your first time, loving the way he impaled your cunt.

He pumped himself faster, getting closer to the edge, imagining his hands were your soft, delicate ones. Then his mind wandered to other places, how would your lips feel, wrapped around his tip? He came just at the thought, shooting ropes onto his grey sweats.

He just had to feel you, he had too. So, he put on his black robe and mask, the one he planned to use to execute Sam, Tara, and the rest of their friend group with. But today, he had other plans.

He creeped to your rich boyfriend's house, seeing you in bed reading a book in the window. You were listening to god knows what with your airpods, bopping your head to the music while highlighting pages of the book. He gave your phone a ring, and he watched you doubled tap the earbud to answer. "Hello?" You asked with that sweet voice of yours he relished in. "Hello y/n," he asked using the voice changer. "Hi!" You respond bubbly and obliviously.

"Watcha listening to?" He asked huskily. "Ariana Grande," you giggled out. "Who's this?" You ask the mystery caller. "Oh only your biggest fan," he replied, voice smooth. "I look forward to seeing you every game, you're my favorite." You blush at his creepy compliment, continuing to annotate the quotes in the book. "Thank you, I work hard. But seriously.. who are you?" You repeat.

He chuckles to himself, "What? You want to see me? Want me to show myself?" You shake your head giggling, unaware of the danger coming your way. "No, I just need your name." You said.

"Need," he repeated. "Y'know what I need at a time like this? A warm cunt I can stretch out," he groaned. Bewildered, you check your phone to see who called, no caller ID. "Uh, what?" You awkwardly chuckled, growing uncomfortable.

"You're a virgin, right y/n?" He asked. You nodded, unaware you were being watched, but you did it subconsciously anyways. "You ever thought about it? Getting fucked by a cock?" He asked through the phone. "Of course I have. But it's never been the right time, y'know? I want my first time to be special."

As you spoke Ethan snuck his way into the house, making his way towards the room where you basked. "Trust me," he spoke, breath heavy. "It will be," he finished, stepping his way into your doorframe.

You screamed out, scared, shaking uncontrollably. "Oh my god! Get the fuck out I swear to god, my boyfriend will be back soon, and he will not be happy with you." He tilted his head, knife in hand. "And you think he's happy with you?" He asked, plunging onto the bed, mounting the top of you, struggling to hold you down. He started to graze the blade of the knife against your jaw. "Every weekend," he drags out, still using a voice changer through the mask. "He goes missing. He goes to the sorority house and knocks up a couple of sisters."

You tear at the news, not wanting to believe it. "You're lying!" You spit, trying to escape his grasp to no use. "No, doll. I am telling nothing but the truth." You reach up to try to pull the mask off to no use, he pinned your arms down onto the bed. He sighs and gets up off of you, pointing the knife at you so you stay put.

He places a camera on the dresser, facing the bed. "What'd you say we get back at him, hm? We make him a little movie, and he see's how good I fuck you?" He said, climbing back onto the bed. You cry, "Please no." You shake your head with tears streaming down your red cheeks. "Please fucking yes," he mocks, reaching up your nightie.

You gasp when his gloved hands grasp your body, making their way up to your breasts making you whimper. "Your boyfriend ever touch you like this?" He asks. You shake your head a no in response, sniffling a little.

His hands moved down to your delicate lacy panties, slipping them off swiftly. You gasp as the cold hair hits your pussy. He takes the gloves off of his hands and tossed them onto the floor before toying with your folds. You weren't soaking but you were getting there, wetness dripping out of your pussy.

He attempted to slip a finger inside but you were so goddamn tight. You whined having nothing ever been in there before, not even a tampon. He finally got one in and you moaned out, kicking your foot a little. "Easy," he whispered, trying to make room for another finger. You were much wetter on the inside then out. "Please, if you want to live just s-stop. My boyfriend will actually kill y-" You were cut off by your own moan when he slips in his second finger.

You moaned at his big fingers, extremely sensitive. "No, stop- Ethan," you moaned out. His face shot up when you said his name. You noticed his reaction. "You don't even have to hide it," you said breathily, chest heaving. "I've never told anyone I'm a virgin." With that he slips the mask off, revealing his cute but devilish face and sweaty curls. He bit his lip and curled his fingers deeper inside you making you screech.

You shook your head a no as you felt yourself grow close, but your body was going against your protests, molding itself against his touch. "Ethan please s-stop," you pleaded as your thighs started to clench. Your hips completely contradicted your words, bucking into his fingers before letting out a final scream and secreting fluids onto his fingers and your sheets. He inhales before leaning down and sucking your clit, extending your high.

You huff and puff, chest rising and falling. Ethan pops off of your clit and goes for your lips, kissing you. You don't kiss back, trying to retract your lips as much as possible. You couldn't deny he was a good kisser, but he broke into your house and fingered you against your will, and made you orgasm.

"Come on, baby," he grunts into the kiss. "You can't deny I'm the best you've ever had." You shake your head when he finally pulls away. "You're the only I've ever had! Please Ethan, I love my boyfriend, I don't want this." You cry, but he keeps groping you through your dress anyways, making you throb again. "Well maybe I don't care what you want. I care what your cunt does." He says, kissing at your neck as he continues to toy with your heavy, cloth covered tits.

Your nipples grew perky and you moaned as he sucked on that sweet spot on your neck. He left a mark on your neck and pulled away, then he started to pull down his pants. After that he took off the whole costume, leaving him naked on your bed. "You look so sexy in that dress, but you're going to have to take it off." You shook your head a no. "No?" He mocks. He picked up his knife from the side. "Guess I'll have to cut it off." Your eyes grow wide, not wanting to ruin the expensive gift from your boyfriend. "No!" You yell, stopping his actions. "I'll take it off," you say weakly, pulling it over your head.

"Good girl," he cooed. "God you're beautiful." He groans, pumping himself in his hand, eyeing your pretty, dainty tits. "Come on, try it," he urged, guiding your hand to his length. You wrapped around him perfectly, hand more gentle than his own. He groaned as you jerked him, feeling disgusted with yourself. On your boyfriends bed, giving your econ partner a handjob.

He groaned and grew more desperate, needing to be inside of you more than anything. He removed your hand from him. "Turn around," he spoke, motioning you to face the headboard. You choked on tears, complying worriedly. He pushes your face into your pillow and guides your ass up. He grabs the knife and grazes it along your back, making your spine shiver.

"Ethan please, we can forget about this, I swear." You beg, but it doesn't stop him. Ethan teases your opening with his tip making your mouth agape. You involuntarily start to push back against him, scooting your ass back to meet his cock. "Slut," he remarks, slapping your ass cheek leaving it a bright red.

He grips your ass with his hands, making you suck in air a little, before he pushes in a little more than the tip. You groan at the stretch, face contorting uncomfortably. He let you adjust a little, only using the tip for a solid minute. "Ethan please stop, it hurts s'much," you whined. "Hurts? I'm not even halfway," he chuckled out, continuing to fuck you with his thick, pink tip. You cried, stomach bubbling up from the stimulation.

Your wetness seeped onto his cock, making it easier for him to ease his way all the way in, slamming his hips against your ass making you bite your pillow, screaming into it. "That's it," he whispered, slowly thrusting in and out of you. You moaned into the pillow, arching your back.

He grunted and started to get rougher, slamming his hips against yours, every thrust making the bed frame hit the wall. He gripped your hair and pulled your head out of the pillow, your face covered with tears. You moaned, gripping the sheets behind you while taking him from the back. You felt yourself getting close again, stomach tightening as you felt the sensation of having to piss. He felt you clench around his length and whispered in your ear, "Cum on my fucking cock, slut."

In response to his words you screamed out as you came around his cock, leaving a creamy ring around his base. He let go of your hair, letting you collapse back onto the bed. He continued to hold your ass up, continuing to hit it roughly, groaning at every one of your throbs. You started to salivate a little against the pillow due to your excessive whines.

He wiped the sweat off of his forehead while panting, getting close. His thrusts through sloppy and less uniformed. "Gonna breed this pussy, and you're gonna wish I was in you every second of every fucking day," he spat out, huffing and not being able to hold back any longer. With a final thrust, he came deep in your cunt, shooting spurt after spurt inside you. After he pulled out, his cum dripped out of you followed by the sound of flatulence.

You laid there and didn't even realize how much time has passed. Ethan disappeared through your window that was now open with his camera with everything documented. Through the window, you saw lights of a car, and soon your boyfriend stumbled in, eyeing your cum dripping cunt.

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shuashuagirl · 4 months

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Sooner Than Later (M)

Based on a fic by @kaespas lost to the void and my obsession for "just the tip" and "forced" with Joshua ever since and part of the Two Birds universe

Warnings: Noncon as there is no verbal consent, manipulation, just the tip, no protection, creampie, mutual masturbation, shua unable to hold back, brother's best friend!shua, "we can't do this", age difference but nothing crazy y/n is just the younger sister, no aftercare, mean!shua but in an indifferent sort of way, so many run-on sentences- but valkie if you know that you have a bunch of run-on sentences just fix them-, spitting!

Summary:

What you and Joshua do when your brother isn't around, isn't meant for anyone other than you.

There was a soft knock at your door, and you glanced over your shoulder back at the door, feeling a bit annoyed.

“Soonyoung, you’re already-”

The quiet click of your door being closed was what told you that it wasn’t your brother Soonyoung. You spun your chair around, your whole body warming as your eyes fell on Joshua. He was in the process of shrugging off his jacket, dropping his keys to your floor as if he had done it a million times.

He had done it a million times.

“Joshua, you’re in the wrong room,” you mumbled softly, but even as you did your thighs were rubbing against themselves.

“Am I?” He asked, and his lips flickered into a smile. Amused, it seemed that after the last few weeks you were playing this out the same way as it had happened the first time. “Well, is Soonyoung home?”

You shook your head as Joshua cocked his hip, staring at you in amusement.

“No, he’s not, but you can wait for him in his room,” you replied softly. Your fingers drifted to the edge of your chair, and you tightened your grip around it.

“And what am I supposed to do there?” He crooned. He closed the distance between the two of you, his hand coming to the back of your neck. He gripped you so tightly that you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. “Don’t you think that you have some obligations? To entertain me, since no one is around.”

His other hand found the base of your neck and his thumb brushed over your collarbone.

“N-No.” you mumbled, but he didn’t let the game continue for long. He pressed forward, his lips consuming yours and his hand sliding down the collar of your shirt, into your bra, his hand engulfing your breasts. Your back arched, and you pressed into Joshua because despite your game, despite the fact that you knew you shouldn’t, you wanted Joshua so badly.

Your fingers fumbled forward to find Joshua’s pants and you fumbled with the belt buckle until you were finally able to get it undone.

You had only recently been allowed to touch Joshua’s dick, and you were obsessed with how it felt pulsing in your hands. You tugged at his dick desperate for him to hurry up.

“Sh-Shua, want to touch myself,” you whimpered out. Joshua hummed.

“Yeah?” He asked you. “Don’t even want to play around today?”

You didn’t want to play around today, and Joshua didn’t tease you about it. He shifted, placing his hands under the pits of your arms and lifting you out of your desk chair.

He laid you down on the edge of your bed and in seconds your clothes were off and he was standing above you, his cock in hand.

He never took his clothes off for this. You never asked, and he never did.

You lowered a hand shakily to your clit, hissing as your cold fingers brushed against it. Joshua’s eyes bore into yours as he settled himself between your legs. As you began to slowly rub your clit in circles Joshua began to rub his cock, just above where your hand was. His pumps were slow, and each pump brought him closer. His dick so close to your pussy that you could feel the warmth radiating off of it.

It was this, that Joshua raided your room for every day he came over since you got back from your first semester of college. It was this that you had dreamed of every day since you had met your brother’s best friend. And it was this that you were always so excited to do.

To lay beneath Joshua, while he rubbed himself off, watching in delight as you rubbed your clit, both of you wishing that you were doing something else but never daring to because… What would Soonyoung think if he were to ever know?

The tip of Joshua’s dick pressed at your fingers, and you obediently let your hands fall back, your whole body jolting as the tip of his dick pressed at your clit. You whined and arched your back, your fingers digging into your comforter.

“You like how my dick feels on your clit?” Joshua asked you, his voice a bit breathy. He continued to rub his dick against your clit, enjoying the way that it made you whine. Your core was burning, you wanted to be able to finger yourself… Or even better you wanted Joshua’s fingers inside of you.

You felt Joshua’s dick begin to rub a little slower, caught up in your wetness, slipping right against your burning core. You gasped suddenly, pulling yourself back a little.

“Joshua,” you hissed. “You know you can’t-”

“I know, I know,” Joshua mumbled softly. His cock slipped back up to your clit, and his now wet dick rubbed circles around it. “It’s okay y/n, don’t you trust me?”

You let out a frustrated whine because now that his dick was back at your clit you were feeling much less satisfied.

“But I mean… It felt good, didn’t it? When my cock slipped in just a bit?” He asked. You let your head hit your blankets, but then you couldn’t see Joshua’s dick on your pussy and… You wanted to see Joshua’s dick on your pussy.

“I-I- just want something inside of me,” you murmured. Joshua nodded.

“Of course, you do,” he agreed softly. “Anything would feel good right now, wouldn’t it? Your fingers… My fingers… My cock…”

As he spoke his cock slipped down again, slipping inside you a bit, and again you were able to force yourself back.

“We can’t,” you said weakly. “I’m not on anything and you don’t have a condom.”

And what would Soonyoung say?

“Your little college education do nothing for you?” Joshua teased, making a blush flush your face again. “A little precum won’t do anything to you. Besides… How long have you known me? Have I ever lied? Have I ever fooled you?”

You relaxed a bit and Joshua’s dick tapped at your clit again, before sliding back down. Not allowing you to answer even in the slightest.

“Just a little bit won’t hurt you, y/n,” he promised you softly. “Let me just give you a little bit. Just the tip, hm? How long are you going to wait?”

You jerked yourself back again, another frustrated whine vibrating in your throat. Joshua let you relax again, and his cock rubbed through your folds.

“Stop resisting,” he said, and it sounded like music to your ears. “Just the tip y/n… Let me slip just the tip into you.”

You were shaking your head, surely you were, but you weren’t pulling away. Your hands were shaking and your eyes were trained on his dick sliding into you, and you were saying: “Please Shua.”

True to his word, once he got the tip of his cock inside of you, he stopped moving. One hand was on his dick, slowly pumping it, low moans leaving his throat, while his other hand pressed down on your pelvis, keeping you still.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” He asked you softly. “God… You feel so fucking good… Your pussy is so tight and warm.”

You gasped out, trying to come up with a response but being completely unable to. Your voice was so shaky, moans that you didn’t even know you could make were leaving your throat.

Joshua’s tip felt fucking huge inside of you. Bigger than anything that you had ever pushed into your pussy, craving the rush that would come with being able to fuck someone. If Joshua wasn’t pushing you down by your pelvis, you would probably be grinding yourself down on his dick.

But then… You didn’t even have to do that. Suddenly, both of Joshua’s hands were on your hips, and you were being held still as Joshua’s cock began to split you open. You gasped out again, shoving your head back into your pillow all over again.

“Joshua y-you c-can-” Before you could finish speaking Joshua was leaning forward, his mouth preventing you from speaking. It was probably better this way anyways. Your protests turned into a desperate moan against Joshua’s lips.

Your hands surged up to Joshua’s hair, and you tugged at the strands.

Joshua’s thrusts had started out slow but the more that he fucked you, the faster and more desperate his thrusts were getting.

“Y/n, you feel too fucking good I’m going to come inside of you, okay?” He blurted against your lips. You had clarity for just a few seconds. You gasped against him.

“You-” Can’t. Don’t cum inside of me.

Instead, Joshua pressed his thumb into your clit again.

“You’re being so good you know that? So, fucking good for me,” he praised you, and it was going straight to your head. You couldn’t even really think straight anymore, you could just feel Joshua wrap his arms fully around you, his thrusts erratic. Your body bounced.

“Don’t come y/n,” Joshua managed to get out. A choked sob left your throat.

“What?”

“You don’t want me to come in you, do you?” Joshua replied back. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw the red look on his face, the pure desperation in his eyes. He really was holding back.

“F-Fuck Sh-shua, I can’t just not-”

His cock pressed impossibly deep inside of you, and you squeezed your eyes shut again.

“Don’t come, pl-please don’t come, y/n you feel too good, I won’t be able to help it if you come- Don’t-”

You realized somewhere in his blabbering that this was a type of tactic for him to get what he wanted, but in the end it didn’t really matter did it? You shoved your face into the crook of Joshua’s neck, biting down into his skin.

“Oh y/n,” Joshua said breathily, his hips stuttering as his cum began to spurt deep inside of you. Your body shook as his cum filled you up, and you wanted to remind Joshua that this was wrong, that he couldn’t come inside of you, but part way through he had pulled out. His body was quaking as more of his cock spurted cum out on your folds and all over your stomach.

You gasped in and out, desperate for air, but as you did, Joshua’s lips sloppily peeled from yours. You felt spit drip into your open mouth. You swallowed, whimpering as Joshua peeled off of you. Your body burned and you heard the tone of Joshua’s phone beginning to ring.

He pulled away with the same amount of energy that he had when he first walked in. But you? You were still shaking, burning, and now sticky.

“Hello? Oh, hey Soon. Yeah, I was just about to head over,” Joshua said. You could hear the hum of your brother’s voice on Joshua’s phone as he began to resituate his pants.

“What could I have been doing?” Joshua asked. “You know I just play games at home before I come over. You’re never home this early.”

There was some noise of agreement coming from Joshua’s phone.

“I’d be caught dead before I walked into your house with your younger sister in it,” Joshua said suddenly with a laugh. “I know she’s been off at college, but doesn’t she do anything?”

You wearily looked up at Joshua as he picked his keys up off of the floor.

“Well, I’ll see you in a bit. Better head out now if I’m going to get there by the time you get home.”

And he didn’t say a word to you as he slipped out of your room, where you laid until you heard the tell-tale sound of the keys rattling at the front door meaning that Soonyoung had finally gotten home.

#back at it again with the noncon #been a writing fiend these last few days #joshua noncon #joshua smut #seventeen noncon #seventeen smut #joshua hong #kpop smut #guess where i got the fic title from

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1004tyun-archive · 1 year

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❥ late bloomer

✿ pairing: non-idol!taehyun x noona!reader

✿ summary: your high school and college years were nothing short of uneventful. no first dates, no first kiss, no first boyfriend, nothing. but when you and taehyun hit it off at an art exhibit and start a relationship, you know you want him to be your first for everything. but does taehyun know he's your first?

✿ genres: established relationship, smut, slight angst

✿ warnings: slight age gap (reader is 25, taehyun is 21), virgin reader, soft dom taehyun, body worship, mirror sex, voyeurism

✿ word count: 5.8k words

✿ a/n: hi friends! i've been noticing an increase in the taehyun noona lover agenda, so i thought why not toss my hat in and give y'all a noona reader fic of my own? i hope you enjoy <3

very special thank you to @cherrypeaking for being my sounding board while writing this fic! screenshots were shared, tears were shed, memories were made 🥹

You zoom down the streets of Seoul with purpose, the wind blowing through your hair as you blast Carly Rae Jepsen’s entire discography in your car, not caring if anyone’s bothered by the way the bass shakes your car. Today’s a special day, after all.

You and Taehyun’s halfiversary, to be specific. It was like pulling teeth trying to get him to play along with the gimmick of celebrating the first six months of your relationship, but you were too excited not to celebrate it. You had a feeling there would be many more months to come, you knew it from the first date. You’ve never been more certain about anything.

You roll up to Taehyun’s apartment complex and turn your music down to a whisper’s volume. You text him indicating that you’re outside and he steps out moments later. He looks so dashing in a white dress shirt, black pants, his dark hair pushed back, and a Rolex adorning his wrist. As soon as he slides into your car, you’re hit with the scent of his woodsy, floral cologne.

Does he have any idea how irresistible he is?

“Happy halfiversary, baby,” you say and lean in, smiling into the kiss he gives you. You playfully smack him on the arm when he doesn’t return the greeting and he holds back a smile, his lips pressing into a line.

“Come on, you have to say it too!”

“Or what, the magic won’t work?” he asks dryly.

“Come on, say it!” you whine, then cross your arms. “I’m not driving us to our reservation until you say it.”

His smile gets harder to suppress as you give him puppy eyes, you can tell his resolve is beginning to crack.

“Happy… halfiversary, Y/N,” he finally says. You pump your fist and kiss him on the cheek. He can’t stop himself from smiling and neither can you.

If there’s one thing you’ve grown to admire about Taehyun, it’s his dry sense of humor. He takes so much pleasure in messing with you, but you love to return the energy, pushing the boundaries of just what you can get him to do in the name of love.

You switch to the playlist you and Taehyun made when you first started seeing each other and warmth spreads in your chest as you reminisce.

It hasn’t been too long you started dating, but every day has been so bright since Taehyun entered your life.

You’re relieved by everything he is. Protective, kind, warm in his own special, Taehyun way. His warmth radiates even as he sits across from you and holds your hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. The flame of the candle between you enhances the brown in his eyes.

Being an art museum security guard is a niche job that requires you to look tough and always be on your toes, but being around Taehyun allows you to let your guard down.

You’re the older of the two of you; you’re a couple of months into being 25 and Taehyun turned 21 just days before you met, but you turn into such a giddy child whenever he’s around.

You swing your arms as you hold hands and walk through the city streets together, and Taehyun watches you in amusement, a quiet fond smile on his face.

You make your way from the restaurant to the grocery store to stock up on snack foods for the night.

As you and Taehyun load your many bags of snacks into the trunk of your car, it finally hits you.

You’re going to be spending the night with him for the first time. You’ve never spent the night with a boyfriend before, much less even had a boyfriend before, period.

Your CRJ marathon continues as you drive back to Taehyun’s apartment. Want You In My Room starts to play and the heat rises in your cheeks. You try to keep your cool as the song plays. You’re having good conversation, but of course it settles to silence in the middle of the first chorus.

♪ I wanna do bad things to you / Slide on through my window / (I want you in my room) / Baby, don’t you want me, too? ♪

You get flustered and quickly switch to the next song.

“Subtle,” Taehyun remarks and you want to bury yourself in your steering wheel.

Despite your prior embarrassment, Taehyun has your back pressed against the wall the moment his front door shuts behind you. His hands slide up your waist and to the side of your neck as his lips press against yours.

He kneels in front of you and runs his hands up your legs and under your dress to play with the tops of your sheer tights.

“Can I take these off?” he asks, running his his hands down to rest on the backs of your thighs. He’s so breathtaking from this angle, looking up at you with those eager, glittering eyes.

His breath is fanning against your thigh, sending tingles up your spine and making you dizzy. Every cell in your body is urging you, screaming at you to say yes.

And yet…

“Wait,” you say, breathing a little heavily. “I… uh, I-I didn’t shave.”

“That doesn’t bother me.”

“Well, it bothers me,” you emphasize, sounding more offended than you intended. Taehyun pauses to look at you for a moment before the warmth of his hands slowly leave your body. You feel a pang of guilt and offer a meek apology as he rises to his feet.

“It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

But that’s the problem. You do want to, you really really want to.

But there’s a massive roadblock that always stands in your way whenever situations like this arise.

A roadblock called inexperience.

You change into your pajamas and spend the rest of the night watching competitive cooking shows on Netflix while gossiping about your work lives and sharing snacks like you’re two kids having a sleepover.

You fall asleep on the couch snuggled into his side and you’re stirred awake by his movement.

“Let’s get to bed,” he says sleepily. He helps you up from the couch and you can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you realize you’ll be sleeping in the same bed together for the first time.

Once it dawns on you that you’re sleeping together, you’re too giddy to possibly fall asleep. You say goodnight when Taehyun falls asleep, but you’re still up, taking in the atmosphere of his bedroom. He has blackout curtains but a small, round galaxy lamp casts shadows on the ceiling and grants the perfect amount of light to the room. Everything smells like him, floral and woodsy like his cologne, but also like the lavender scent of his hair shampoo.

You could imagine yourself here more often.

When you wake up hours later, all you can do is stare at Taehyun’s sleeping face. He looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping, even with his mouth slightly open and messy hair.

“Morning,” Taehyun says. His morning voice is so sexy, it warms up your entire body. He throws an arm over you and snuggles you closer. You’re close enough for the tips of your noses to touch, close enough to hear his breathing.

“G’morning,” you say then kiss the tip of your boyfriend’s nose.

“I made a brunch reservation for 10:00,” he says. “It’s a quarter to 9 now, so we have time.”

“Time for what?” you ask.

“Time for this,” Taehyun pounces on you and kisses you. You kiss him back and things get heated pretty quickly with his tongue making its way past your lips and into your mouth.

Your heart catches in your throat when you feel his morning wood poking at your inner thigh.

“Wanna make a mess before we get ready?” he asks, his tone suggestive as he slips his fingers past the fabric of your worn t-shirt. Your heart is hammering in your chest as the warmth of his hand against your waist makes you dizzy.

“I-I think we should start getting ready,” you say, shying away from Taehyun’s touch. He looks a bit disappointed but ultimately does what you say and removes his hands from your body.

You quickly get up to get your clothes for the day and go to take your shower.

The rest of the day is awkward, to say the least.

You and Taehyun walk back from brunch. You reach for his hand and hold it, but he doesn’t hold yours back. Taehyun, the chronic hand holder, not reaching for your hand as soon as you left the restaurant already raised a red flag, but him not holding your hand at all?

You get back to his place and take a seat on the couch. Taehyun sits on the couch too, but not immediately next to you. And at first, you chalk that up to him needing a bit of space. It’s not like he was icing you out, he wasn’t kicking you out, after all. He was still in the same room with you, just a little more quiet and distant than usual.

He’s pretty quiet for the rest of the day, giving you tacit responses when you ask questions and giving a half-hearted laugh when you try to tell a joke or make him laugh.

You finally notice things are wrong when he’s cooking dinner. You wrap your arms around his waist and he exhales through his nose.

“Now you want to touch me?” he asks. Your heart breaks a little as you let go of him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.

“Nothing.”

Oh, so now it’s back to the short responses?

“No, it’s not nothing,” you say, it’s impossible to hide that you’re upset. “What did you mean?”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” he asks. Where did this tone come from? He sounds like he’s joking, but not really. It’s really setting you off.

“Clearly there’s something I’m not getting,” you say.

“Then maybe you need some time to figure it out. Time away from me.”

You’re taken aback.

“Taehyun, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying you should probably go,” he finally turns to face you and his face is devoid of any warmth. When he looks at you with those cold eyes, it’s like the warmth leaves your body as well.

You search his face for any inkling of mirth or signs of him joking, but you don’t find any.

He really wants you to leave.

“Fine, I have work tomorrow anyway,” you stuff your clothes back into your bag, and storm out of Taehyun’s apartment without even a second glance. He doesn’t even look at you as you leave.

You walk to your car, not being able to hear much over your heart pounding in your ears. By the time you’re seated behind the wheel, your heart plummets.

It hits you that you’ve hurt your boyfriend’s feelings big-time. You didn’t need to see him on your way out to know that.

You can’t even bring yourself to start your car. You sit behind the wheel and hold back your tears until you can’t any longer, tears spilling down your cheeks while you mentally beat yourself up for having done this. Why were you so afraid? Why were you going out of you way to drive a wedge between the two of you?

It’s like you wanted him to hate you.

You check your phone at every red light, hoping and praying that he reaches out to you first, but to no avail. No message, no phone call, nothing from him.

A sinking feeling festers at the pit of your stomach. You’re not sure if you even want to go home, but you can’t think of anywhere else you could go.

Your housemates Jihyo and Nayeon are sitting in the living room laughing at something on TV and you know you’ve tanked the energy the moment you step through the door.

“You’re back,” Jihyo greets from the couch. “How’d it go?”

“It was… nice,” you say, voice strained.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Nayeon asks, clearly detecting that something’s wrong.

You can already feel the tears returning and you can’t stop them from falling. You break down into sobs and both Jihyo and Nayeon get up to console you. They lead you to the couch to sit down and you tearfully explained everything that has led up to this point.

“I hurt him,” you say between sobs and Nayeon rubs your shoulder. “He’s never gonna speak to me again.”

“Did he say that?” Jihyo asks.

“No, but he didn’t need to. Ever since this morning, he’s been tiptoeing around me and walking on eggshells trying not to upset me. He didn’t touch me, he didn’t even sit near me. He probably thinks I hate him.”

“Sounds like he thinks you’re mad at him,” Nayeon suggests.

“I’m not mad at him, I’m just.. scared of messing up.”

“Why are you so scared of going through with it?”

“I-I don’t think I’m ready. It’s something I want, but I don’t feel ready. There are only so many articles you can read and videos you can watch in preparation. Nothing compares to actual experience, and until meeting Taehyun, I’ve had none. What if I do something wrong? What if there’s something wrong with the way I smell or the way I taste or I can’t get into the right positions or—”

“—Y/N, no one’s first time is perfect,” Nayeon says. “The only way it can be close to perfect is by communicating with each other.”

“Right,” Jihyo adds. “Just like how you can’t read his mind, he can’t read yours either. You have to talk things through with him, even if it’s hard.”

You fall silent.

“Does he know he’s your first?” Jihyo asks.

You shake your head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Y/N, you should tell him,” Nayeon says. “He should understand, he loves you.”

“After tonight, I’m not so sure he does. I don’t wanna lose him.”

“Please, you should see the way he looks at you,” Jihyo says. “He looks at you like you hung the moon and put every star in the sky. You’re not gonna lose him over this, just talk it out.”

You keep Jihyo and Nayeon’s words in mind as your fingers hover over your phone screen the following afternoon.

You have to do this, it’s now or never. A knot forms in your throat as you begin to type.

you: Hey are you busy tonight? I want to talk

taehyun: We’re talking now

you: No I wanna talk to you in person

you: If that’s okay

you: We can meet at that cafe you like

taehyun: That’s fine I have time after work

you: Okay see you then

He doesn’t respond and your entire body gets tense. Jihyo wasn’t wrong about this being hard.

You end up arriving first, standing outside the café with your hands in your pockets mentally hyping yourself up for this difficult conversation. You can do this. It’ll be hard but it’s important for your relationship.

You spot Taehyun from the corner of your eye and walk toward him, greeting him and giving him a hug. He doesn’t hug you back, that on its own worries you, but you try not to let it discourage you.

“How are things?” you ask from the across the table.

“Fine,” he says. His tone is so cold, not like the playful kind of cold tone he uses to tease you, but genuinely cold, distant even. A frigid silence settles between the two of you and your throat tightens.

“I wanna apologize for last weekend,” you start. “I didn’t mean to be so weird.”

“It’s fine,” Taehyun says, his voice is tense and it unsettles you.

“No, it’s not fine. I hurt you when I didn’t mean to, and I’m sorry.”

Taehyun is unusually quiet, part of you wants to ask him why but you also want to give him the proper space to think.

"Y/N, be honest. Are you trying to break up with me?"

That question hits you like a slap in the face.

"What?"

"Whenever I try to touch you, you always push my hands away, change the topic, or run away. This didn’t start with last weekend, it’s been going on for a while now and I don’t know if I can take it anymore. What am I doing wrong? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No, no. Taehyun, you're not doing anything wrong."

"Then why are you pushing me away?"

"I’m not pushing you away, I just…" you hesitate, looking down at your hands then back up at Taehyun, who's looking at you expectantly. He’s a bit upset, but it's clear that he wants to hear what you have to say for yourself.

The thing is, you aren't completely prepared to say it. You swallow, fighting the dryness seizing your throat.

"I’ve spent all my life feeling invisible. My friends had their first kisses before I did, got married before I did, started having kids before I did while I couldn’t even get a date. I felt like time was running out for me, and then I met you. Taehyun, you make me feel seen. Being with you makes me feel like the lovesick teenager I never got to be. Before we got together, I'd never had a boyfriend, been on a date, held someone's hand, or had my first kiss. You've been my first for everything, but whenever sex comes into play, I-I get scared.”

“Scared?”

“Scared that I won’t measure up, scared of how you’d react. You’ve had years of experience with different partners while I just bought a vibrator for the first time this year. Can you believe it? 25 and I just bought my first sex toy,” you say with a wry laugh. “You make me so happy, Taehyun. There’s no one else I’d rather have my first time with, but the thought of disappointing you or making you slow down for me hurts too much. I don’t want to do that to you."

There’s a long silence between the two of you. Taehyun pulls you into a tight hug. You’re startled at first, but you soon close your eyes and wrap your arms around him in return.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he sighs. “I’m- I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Another thing you’ve learned to love about Taehyun is his firm belief of actions speaking louder than words. The way he holds you tight in this café speaks for him perfectly. Sometimes words aren’t needed and this is one of those times for him.

“Let’s make some plans,” Taehyun says, determined. “I’m gonna give you the best first time you’ll ever have.”

As the week progresses, Taehyun texts you asking about your sexual preferences, your kinks, anything you’d like to try, and you answer to the best of your abilities. You blush when he tells you the things he’d like to do to you.

Things like tying you up, spitting in your mouth, overstimulation, the works. He emphasized that he’d only do these things if you want him to, but little does he know that you’d let him run you over with a tractor as long as he called you his princess while doing it.

But maybe you’ll reserve those for after your first time. Baby steps.

You open your underwear drawer and the tip of your one and only vibrator is staring you right in the face.

You stare at it for a good minute, wondering if you should bring it along on your journey. You suppose it wouldn’t be a bad idea and tuck the toy into your purse.

You throw on your best dress and heels and make your way out the door. Your heart is beating at a thousand miles a minute but talking things through with Taehyun all week combined with your housemates’ good luck texts this morning give you all the confidence you need.

Your heart is pounding as you walk down the narrow hallway of his floor and get closer to his apartment. You knock on the door and you’re greeted with a surprisingly dressed down Taehyun. He’s got a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants on, a far cry from the glam look you decided to go with for today.

“Wow, you got all dressed up for me?” Taehyun wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you.

“I feel so overdressed,” you confess.

“Don’t worry, that won’t matter later,” he says with a smile and your cheeks burn. He leads you to his bedroom, but you can hardly wait to touch him, to kiss him, to feel him.

You don’t even make it to the bed before you pounce on him, pressing his back to his bedroom door and kissing him hard. He leans into it almost automatically as his hands find your waist to pull you impossibly closer.

“Have I ever told you how sexy your legs look in tights?” Taehyun asks, running his hands up your legs.

“No, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it a couple hundred more times.”

“As you wish,” Taehyun kisses your neck and his hands go to the tops of your tights. He peels them off of your legs and casts them to the side. He sucks on the skin of your neck and you sigh at the sensation as he leaves a few pretty hickies behind.

His hands trail up your ass and to the invisible zipper on the back of your dress. Your heart skips a beat as you feel your dress slowly fall off of your body and pool around your feet on the floor. Taehyun grabs your shoulders and turns you toward the full-length mirror. He snakes his arms around your waist to hug you from behind.

”God, look at you,” Taehyun whispers against your skin. “I can’t believe no one’s gotten their hands on you yet. How did I get so lucky?”

Taehyun sits at the end of the bed and pulls you down onto his lap so that you’re still facing the mirror.

“Lift your hips,” he says into your ear. You do as your told and lift your hips so he can take your panties off. Once he rolls them down your thigh, you wriggle out of them and kick them off to the side. Taehyun unhooks your bra and pulls it off of you, letting it fall to the floor next to your underwear.

It’s a little embarrassing, sitting in his lap completely naked while he’s fully clothed.

Taehyun explores your naked body with his hands, fingers dragging up your thighs to your stomach to squeeze your breasts. You close your eyes and relax into his touch, feeling every individual callus on the skin of his palm. He slides his thumb over your bottom lip and you sigh, granting him access to your mouth. He shoves two fingers into your mouth and your tongue lazily swirls around his fingers before you begin to suck on them.

“That’s it, princess. You’re a quick learner,” he says and you tingle from his praise. He thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth and you suck on his digits with every movement.

After a minute or so, he pulls them out of your mouth with a wet pop. Your eyes shoot open when you feel his saliva coated fingers in your pussy. Your back arches from the sensation and you make a noise you’ve never heard yourself make before. Taehyun chuckles.

“You’re so cute,” he whispers and kisses the shell of your ear. “So wet already and we’ve just barely started. I can’t wait to make a mess of you.”

He grabs your jaw with his free hand and turns your head to face the mirror head-on.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror for me.”

You obey, but it’s so hard. Your vision goes blurry as you watch as his fingers thrust in and out of your wet, throbbing entrance. He curls them in just the right way to have you moan so loudly that you shock yourself. You throw your hand over your mouth, but Taehyun quickly removes it.

You've never seen or heard yourself like this before. He’s driving you absolutely wild.

His erection presses against your ass and when you grind against it, his breath hitches.

He rubs at your swollen clit with the heel of his palm. It’s enough to have you clamping your legs shut and squirming in his lap. Taehyun uses his free hand to hold your leg open as he continues to tease your clit at that same, excruciatingly slow rhythm.

You come undone, high pitched moans leaving your lips as you writhe in his lap and he holds you in his strong arms. He continues to finger you through your orgasm until you’re reduced to a panting and whimpering mess.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “You’re so good, princess.”

You go limp in his arms and he holds you, closing his eyes and burying his face in your bare shoulder.

“Are you okay? Do you have enough energy to get on the bed for me?” he asks. You nod and he helps you up anyway, taking your hand and getting you properly seated on the bed.

You sleepily watch as Taehyun slowly undresses, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it into the nearest laundry basket. He pulls a foil packet from the pocket of his sweatpants and places it on his nightstand.

And then, suddenly, you have a lightbulb moment.

“Can we try something?” you ask.

Taehyun raises an eyebrow. “In the mood to experiment already?” You nod shyly and he leans in, eager to listen.

“Can you get my vibrator from my purse? I want you to use it on me.”

It’s a simple little thing, a pink silicone rabbit vibrator about five inches tall.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks, hand resting on your thigh.

You shrug, “I don’t know, be creative.”

“How about you show me how you use it?” he tosses the device to you and your mouth goes dry.

“You’ve used it on yourself before, right? I want to watch you use it.”

You’re frozen in place as the gears in your brain slowly turn in an effort to process what he just said.

“You’re already naked, love. Just get in the usual position you’re in when you use it. I won’t judge you, I promise.”

You’re hesitant but you eventually roll over onto your stomach and shift onto your knees so that your ass is in the air and your face is buried in the softness of one of the memory foam pillows. It smells just like his shampoo, you close your eyes and bury yourself in the scent until your eyes suddenly snap open and you remember what you’re in the middle of.

You can’t see Taehyun but can you feel his eyes on you and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’m waiting,” he says in a teasing tone and your face heats up. You press the button at the bottom of the vibrator to turn it on and hold it against your pussy, not yet sliding it inside. You take a breath and rub it against your slit, your thighs twitching when it brushes by your sensitive clit.

“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

You jolt at the question, already feeling flushed.

“Don’t be shy, you can tell me. It’ll be our little secret.”

He must think he’s so funny. It’s hard to concentrate, your mind is already foggy as you try to focus on your own pleasure while trying to put on a good first show for your boyfriend.

“Put it inside,” he says, softly but commanding. You do as he says, mewling as you push the silicone toy into your dripping core.

“Do you imagine me fucking you?”

Taehyun hovers over you, his toned chest pressing against your back. He kisses your shoulder and slides a hand down over your busy hand, helping you to thrust the vibrator in and out of you.

“It doesn’t compare to me, does it? Doesn’t stretch you out and fill you up like I can, either.”

The mere thought of having him inside you is enough to turn you on even more. Your pussy tightens around the toy, but he’s right. It isn’t enough. You want— no, you need more.

You need him.

“What’s wrong, princess? Can’t cum? Not even with me helping you?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears, you’re so close yet overstimulated at the same time and you’re not sure you can take this any longer. You wordlessly shake your head.

“Want my cock instead?” he asks and you nod fervently. He pulls the vibrating toy out of you and the vibrating sensation that initially numbed your pussy is replaced with the head of Taehyun’s cock. You whimper and he kisses your shoulder.

“Let me know if I need to slow down, okay?”

You give a nod and he plants another kiss on your shoulder before aligning his cock against your pussy and pushing into you. You hiss, hands tightly gripping the cotton sheets beneath you as you feel him slowly fill you. Your body feels like it’s on fire, stretching around him burns, but the pain slowly starts to settle in the boundary of pleasure as Taehyun slowly slides into you until he bottoms out.

You’re pretty sure you’ve elevated to higher plane. You can feel every curve and vein of his length inside you, he fits you so perfectly.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice soft as a feather.

“Mhm,” you sigh. “Feels so good…”

“Mm, that’s my girl,” he rubs your thighs and up towards your stomach. “Relax, okay? I’ll take good care of you.”

You steady your breathing for a moment before he drags his length out of you and plunges it back in. He thrusts particularly deep and hits a spot that has you drooling and grabbing the sheets until your hands start shaking.

“Fuck, Taehyun…!” you cry.

“I’m here, princess. I’m here,” he says soothingly. “You’re doing so good.”

He continues to pound into you, hitting that same spot over and over, it feels so good you could cry. His girthy cock is filling you up, stretching you out so perfectly; you can’t imagine why you waited so long for this, but you’re so glad you’re experiencing it now.

Your entire body runs hot and your thighs quake as you feel a pressure building in your hips.

“T-Taehyun, I’m… ‘m- shit, I’m so close,” you squeak.

“Cum for me, princess. I want you to fucking drench me,” Taehyun says, thrusting faster. “Come on, give it to me.”

You cum so hard that your entire body shakes and your voice breaks. You call Taehyun’s name over and over like it’s a prayer and he holds you tight. Your reaction is enough to push him over the edge as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“You’re mine, Y/N. You’re mine, no one else can have you,” he breathes, thrusting in you faster and faster until he finally cums. You shudder at the way his cock swells inside of you. Your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath.

“C’mere, I wanna look at you…” Taehyun pulls out and turns you over on your back so that he’s hovering over you. The outline of his toned body has your heart racing. It’s only been seconds but you already miss the feeling of him inside you.

“You’re so pretty,” he leans in to kiss your forehead and you instantly get butterflies. He falls onto you and you wrap your arms around his waist. You lay there for a minute, still catching your breath until your breathing is in sync.

“Y/N, I want…” his words trail off, he looks flustered. You silently urge him to continue and he gives you a shy, hesitant look you’ve never seen before.

“You might not have been my first, but I want you to be my last,” he confesses. “I know it might be too soon to say it, but I—”

Before Taehyun can continue, you grab his face and kiss him. It’s clumsy, your faces mush together in an awkward kind of way but you can’t help the way you’re feeling. All the admiration and fondness you have for him overtook you like a tidal wave. You separate and he stares at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, continue.” you apologize, breathless. Taehyun looks at you with amusement.

He chuckles, “No, I think that spoke for me just fine.”

“Come on, say it.”

“Are you gonna interrupt me again?”

“Only if you want me to,” you say with a suggestive raise of your eyebrows. Taehyun laughs, it sounds like the ringing of bells.

“I love you, Y/N. I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re mine.”

You smile, holding back your tears of happiness, “I hope you know there’s no getting rid of me now that you’ve said that.”

“Wouldn’t want that for the world,” Taehyun kisses you and lays his head on your bare chest. You run your hands through his hair.

“I love you, Taehyun. I love you so much.”

#taehyun fic #taehyun oneshot #taehyun x reader #txt smut #txt fic #crystal's fics #terry bear 🐻‍❄️❤️‍🔥#bye this was so much fun to write

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includes/warnings: fem!reader, bondage (reader), dom!yangyang, blowjob, cum eating, eating out, unprotected sex, plus sized friendly!reader, overstimulation, rough sex

wc: 1.5k

a/n: merry xmas u guys ho ho ho bitches (me from the future: i don’t really like this one much)

the taste of your core and the unpleasant textures of the lace linger in your mouth. your on your knees, naked body and all.

he towered above you with his leg perched on another, his pajamas hilariously rivaling the dark and lustful eyes that looked down upon you. he really wasn’t kidding when he said that he only wanted you for christmas. so you lunged into his arms in the morning, claiming you were all his for the day (not like you were already his every other day). he took it and sprinted with it.

he dressed you up just as he wanted it. red fluffed cuffs on your wrists, christmas bows stuck on to your hard and ready nipples, your hand-picked lace lingerie bottoms stuffed in your mouth to keep you quiet, the red ribbon that tangled you up, and most importantly, the stupid santa hat he plopped on your head earlier, that you were both laughing about just earlier before the boner grew, hidden in his fluffed up pants.

but that childish glitter in his eyes was long gone. dark eyes trained on your body, fixed on the mess between your legs and occasionally running along your body to admire how pretty you were.

you watch him free his cock from his pants, watching the hard length spring up from his crotch. his hand pump himself ever so slowly. his free hand signaled for you to come to him. “c’mere.” he added.

it was like signaling a frenzy in you, because your tied up legs shuffled at the fastest speed you could, hungry for what he had in his lap. he shuffled forward a bit, his tip now just inches from your face, teasing you.

he reaches forward to free your mouth of the taste of you, stuffing your panties in his pajama pocket for later. you can taste the clean air, thick of lust and longing.

you stretch your neck forward to extend your tongue and kitty lick his tip. he must be sensitive because his head is thrown back already, softest moans escaping from his lips, sucking in his teeth. you apply more pressure, your tongue now swirling around his tip. his hand falls from holding his cock in relaxation now, completely immersed in the pleasure you gave him.

you never really gave him head often. despite his immaturity and childish antics, he was actually really thoughtful in bed or when you’d both have sex. he wanted you to feel good, you to feel pleasure. it would be the other way around today.

you’re slow, and careful, as you take in inch after inch. you ignore your own whimpers if it means you can take him all.

“come on baby.” he groans, lifting his head that was tilted back to now look down at you, his previously slumped hand reaching to cup your face. “you can take all of me. i know you can.”

his words were quite encouraging but demanding. he wanted to be balls deep inside your mouth. he wanted his cock to slide down as far down your throat he could. he’d do anything to see his outline in your throat as he fucked your mouth.

your eyes began to water, letting salty tears roll down your cheeks and collide with your spit that you drooled that leaked on the bottom, dropping to your breasts, and eventually sliding down further and disappearing into your cunt. watching liquid disappear into your core was so hot to him.

“fuck baby. i’m gonna need you to go down a bit further.” he says, hand from the side of your face wrapping around to your hair. “breathe.” he eases, before pulling your head further down on him. your eyes widen and more and more of your tears roll down your cheeks and adding to the bubbling sensation between your legs. “you look s’pretty, yeah?” he groans, twitching in your mouth with a rapid sensation. he felt like he was gonna blow at any moment now.

and he blew. you winced as his seed shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow. he leaned forward and gripped your chin.

“no pulling away until every drop is swallowed.” he snarls in your ear, sex driven and crazed. so you do. you close your eyes and force down his cream, letting the wild taste linger in your mouth. he pulls himself out of you, letting you pant. you want it back inside, you almost felt incomplete… so you lunged for it again.

his arm blocked you.

“no. i’ve had my fun. its your turn now.” he instructs you to turn around with a twirl of his finger. so you do, turning your back to him. you feel the tight sensation of the ribbon leave your ankles as he frees you from the red velvet shackles, letting you move your legs freely. “get up.” you obey, standing up with wobbly legs, a weird feeling after being confined for so so long. you turn around and watch as he settles himself on the couch, a head propped up on a pillow. “come on.”

you join him on the couch, settling yourself by his crotch, figuring that’s what he wanted. so you grind yourself on his lap.

“not there.” he says, his fingers hooked in the loops of the ribbon and pulling you to his face, where your soaked cunt hovered above his face. “what a meal.” he mumbles, before lifting his head ever so slightly and extending his tongue.

you yelp and whimper, your arms gripping the arm rest and your shaky legs the only form of balance with the overstimulation. his tongue swirled around your sensitive bud that always sent shudders down your spine. you can’t close your legs with his grip on your thick thighs, the boy under you in a fixed state of bliss as he pleasures your core.

“m’gonna cum. gonna cum.” your grip tightens on the headrest, legs so close to caving in and letting you fall. you freeze and you release your load with a scream, letting the hungry boy lap it up happily.

“we’re gonna keep going. till you can’t take it anymore and you’re begging for my cock.” you glance down and he had this grin on his face. he moves a hand to add his fingers to the stimulation, rubbing aggressive circles. “i could fucking do this all day.” he says, before licking stripes down your core.

“fuck.” you whimper, your body leaning against the armrest now. “need you inside me.” you plead, begging for anything just for him to slam you onto the couch, and fuck your pussy raw.

“not until you cum for me.” his tongue leaves your core, leaving his fingers to pump painfully slow in and out.

you whimper in response, hip grinding on his hand, anything to get you to cum so you can finally clench around him. you yelp when you cum, releasing your load for the nth time of the night, your count completely lost as stars occupy your mind.

yangyang sits up from beneath you, your hips meeting his. you mindlessly grind on his crotch as his lips meet yours and his hands rest on your hips, letting his fingers rub comforting circles, trailing down to your thighs to give a squeeze.

“someday your gonna let me squish my head between those things, yeah?” he pulls away, his voice low and dripping with lust. you nod with a whine, sinking down on him, hoping, but to no avail, missing his cock. “that’s what happens to impatient girls. only patient girls will get what they want.” he teases, his fingers teasing your core again.

after a couple of rubs his fingers slide to pump his cock, before lining up his cock to your folds. his hand guides your hips down and he fills you up to the brim.

and this bitch is deep.

his tip is already twitching inside of you, needy to release inside of your warm body. “oh fuck it.” his hands begin untying the ribbon, no longer finding it sexy. “hold on tight princess.” so you do, sandwiching your body with his, arms wrapped around his back. once your situated, his hips buck up and slam into you, letting you choke out a moan. “pretty girl is tight for me.” he grunts, his cock even struggling to slide with how tight you clenched.

your sensitivity allowed you to cum early, his hips continuing to buck into you and fuck your cum inside of you. a beautiful squelching sound fills the dim, christmas tree lit living room. his pace quickens, his hands more than secure on your sides, keeping your fucked out expression on display for him.

he cums. inside of you.

he growls when he does so, and it’s like setting off a firework in him because he continues to thrust. “gonna fuck my cum deep inside of you. gon make you have to live off of my cum. you like that?” you nod. “oh baby. you’re gonna be so glad you said that. because i’m gonna fuck you all day. you understand? not letting you go until you’re crying for me to stop.”

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drunkjaked · 2 years

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BIRTHDAY BOY ft lee heeseung

pairing: bf!hee x fem!reader

smut (mdni) + 2824 words

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, tipsy hee and tipsy reader, sort of dom!hee i can’t really tell, mutual masturbation, slight overstim, reader is a good girl !!!, random mark lee (idk why this is a warning i adore him), ig also random kim chaewon and huh yunjin, i think that’s it ..

thank u so much to heeseung for being born today and giving me an excuse to write this fic thank you so so so much you are so selfless and do so much for me thank you happy birthday i love you #21 i hope you take a shot today you deserve it !!!

Heeseung watches you apply the last of your mascara in the mirror, sitting on the edge of Yunjin’s bed with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth – and now, finally happy enough with how your makeup (and outfit) came out, you take a step back to admire your reflection before turning to face the birthday boy.

“Is it too late to cancel?”

“You were totally pumped about the party, like, an hour ago.” You frown, linking your arms around his neck.

His hand sits near the top of your thigh, toying with the hem of your dress. “That was before you put this on.”

“I can take it off if you want.”

Heeseung’s eyes leave your tits with some reluctance, raising to meet your gaze. “Really?” He gasps, his voice thick with excitement.

You copy his tone when you say, no.

His lips quirk up into a small smile as he pulls you down onto his lap, a hand holding your neck as he leans in to kiss you. You taste the bitter remnants of a vodka shot on his tongue when it moves against yours, humming into his mouth when he tightens his hold on your neck. His other hand leaves your waist, finding the strap of your dress and tugging at it a little, pulling away just enough to say, please, against your lips.

“Later, baby.” You tell him, leaning back a little to look at him, unable to hold in the little laugh that forces its way out at the way he’s frowning. “Have you always been so impatient?”

With his hand in yours, Heeseung lets you pull him down the stairs to the living room where Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon all stand by the speaker bickering with one another over which playlist to put on, and Yunjin lays on the couch napping resting her eyes before the party starts.

Insisting that there’s better lighting in the hall, a now awake, Yunjin leads the way and can’t fight a smile at the sight of you and Heeseung together – not missing the chance to remind the two of you that you should be thankful to her. “If it wasn’t for me, I mean, you probably would have found each other anyway because you were both friends with Jay but I.. I di-”

Heeseung cuts her off. “Just take the pictures.” A little smirk forms on his face as he places his hand over the curve of your ass, grabbing at it and angling your back a little more towards the camera for everyone to see.

“At least one good one, Hee, come on.” You groan, trying to move his hand. “We don’t have any nice pictures together.”

“We have plenty of nice pictures together, we just took some last night.”

A wave of heat rushes over you as you hide your face in his chest, the sounds of your friends chuckling at what he said from the living room only mortifying you further. His arm wraps around your shoulders as he presses a sweet kiss to the top of your head. “I’m sorry, baby.” He mumbles, fighting for his life trying to hold back his own laughter at your reaction.

When you manage to recover, Heeseung lifts his hand to a respectful height on your waist, beaming at the camera like you’d asked him to, and he doesn’t even fuss when you and Yunjin pass the phone back and forth so you can have a look at the photos, scrolling through the ones already taken and deciding that the two of you should stand a tiny bit closer.

Your boyfriend is gracious enough to grant you more than just one nice photo, and you can’t help but feel a little bit sick with love when you notice that in most of them, he’s smiling down at you. But of course, Heeseung being Heeseung, there’s no escaping the pictures he asks Yunjin to take with his hand on your ass. And your tits – though if you’d known this would be the last time he’d so much as look in your direction all night, you might’ve begged for more photos.

Three rounds of rock, paper, scissors, and an almost inconsolable Jake later, Sunghoon’s phone plays On That Time throughout the house, and Kim Chaewon is pouring Grey Goose into your mouth straight from the bottle while Mark Lee films it with a blinding flash and a series of ayyys – you’re thankful when she decides it’s time for you to tap out, and you grin into the camera before the video ends.

From across the room, you watch as Heeseung plays beer pong with a crowd of people - you recognise from around campus - cheering every time he sinks the ball.

And you feel your eye twitch when the girl who sits behind you in your stats class whines about how she’s so bad, looking up at him and batting her lashes as she asks him to teach her. You let out a breath you didn’t even realise you were holding when he shakes his head. And you clench your jaw when he winks at her, just making out the way he says, I’ll go easy on you.

Noticing your irritation, Mark drags you away from the scene of the crime, elbowing through the crowd in the living room to an empty corner. “You okay?”

You shrug in response, not wanting to unload on a relatively new friend.

“He’s the man of the hour, it’ll die down soon and you guys can .. whatever, don’t worry about it.” He tells you, offering you his cup to take a sip from.

Much to your disappointment, he was wrong, and the two of you danced around (perhaps a little closer than you should have been) for what felt like ten years (but was probably only an hour) before you excuse yourself to look for Yunjin.

Desperate to catch your boyfriend’s attention, you ask her and Chaewon to help you find something else to wear. And even though it takes longer than expected, the two girls sit on the bed with their jaws on the floor at the sight of you in a purple set that she was yet to wear.

“I don’t think you’ll be wearing that for very long when he sees you.”

Unfortunately, being wrong seems to be the trend amongst your friends as Heeseung only looks at you for a split second before resuming the conversation he’s having on the couch with.. the girl from earlier. He doesn’t even acknowledge you when you sit in his lap, only wrapping his arm around your waist as he continues to talk about his major.

You shift a little in your seat, leaving a kiss on his neck before sucking the spot – an action that finally makes him talk to you. “Not now, YN.” He says, moving his neck away from you. This is enough to force you to blink away tears and you’re just thankful that Yunjin’s bedroom is empty when you go back up there.

In an effort to make yourself feel better, as you sit on her bed with your knees to your chest, you tell yourself that you’re only crying because you’ve had a little to drink and not because your boyfriend hates you. Or is acting like he hates you.

You don’t look up when you hear the door open and you thank whatever higher power will listen that whoever it was decided not to stay, quickly closing it again. Though the alone time doesn’t last as the door opens once again.

“Baby?” Your boyfriend’s voice is soft when he speaks but you’re far too embarrassed to respond. “Hey, what’s the matter?” The door clicks shut behind him and you feel the bed dip next to you when he sits down, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. Heeseung doesn’t say anything for a while, humming a song that you like and using his thumb to rub circles on your arm. “Do you wanna talk about it or do you just wanna sit for a bit?” He eventually asks.

When you look up at him his brows are furrowed and he watches you with wide eyes. “You left me alone all night.” You mumble.

“You looked like you were in good hands with Mark earlier, I didn’t wanna interrupt.” Heeseung clears his throat a little before shifting in his seat, hating himself a little for the way his cock hardens at the sight of his crying girlfriend. “Come to think of it, the two of you looked pretty cosy in the living room.”

“I’m surprised you noticed.”

Heeseung sighs, scratching at the back of his neck. “I’m here now, you’ve got me as long as you want me.”

“I got changed and everything, Yunjin lended me this stupid outfit,” Which admittedly is very cute. “And you wouldn’t even look at me.”

“Well, I had to punish you somehow.”

“Punish me?”

He nods, fingers toying with the strap on your dress. “You used to be such a good girl for me, what happened?”

“I still am.”

“Would a good girl grind on another guy at the birthday party she threw for her boyfriend?”

“I didn’t grind on him.”

He squints at you, and you’re certain he knows you didn’t. Because you didn’t. But the look on his face tells you otherwise, and you’re not sure what more you can say. “You were ignoring me.” You offer uselessly.

“You wanted attention so bad you used another guy to make me jealous,” he pauses. “On my birthday?”

“I’m sorry.” You try, voice coming out in a pathetic murmur as you wipe a tear from your cheek with the back of your hand.

Heeseung tuts, pulling you onto his lap. “Not gonna cut it, princess.” His hand slips under your skirt, resting at the top of your thigh. “When did you take your panties off?”

“When I got changed.”

“Hmm.” He nods. “For Mark?”

“For you.” You refrain from rolling your eyes at him, desperate to stay in his good books. “You know that.”

He smiles as he echoes you. “I know that.” A grin splitting across his lips at the way you practically gasp when his fingers ghost over your pussy, dragging your wetness towards your clit. And despite how good it feels, you shake your head.

“Wanna make you feel good.”

“Yeah?”

You grab his wrist, pulling his hand away from your legs and bring it to your face instead, nodding as you pull his thumb between your lips.

He helps you undo his fly and can’t help but chuckle at the way you grin when you move his underwear and his cock slaps his stomach. Eyes locked on your hand as you wrap your fingers around it, thick and hard, his slit oozing precum already – your thumb touching him as if drawn by a magnet, spreading it around his tip before stroking him gently

“Spit on it.” He mumbles, groaning a little when you do, watching as it slips down his skin, over his veins and pooling at his base. It’s slick in your hand as you make sure to cover the whole thing, wrapping your hand around it once again, grip tighter than before as you jerk him off near his head just the way he likes, more than pleased with yourself at the loud moan he lets out.

He can’t draw his eyes away from the sight, from the way the sheer size of his shaft makes your hand look so small around him. The knot forming in his stomach causes his nose to scrunch up and his pretty lips move to utter a curse. “Such a good girl.” His voice comes out in a whisper and his eyes snap to look up at you, your hole clenching around nothing under his gaze.

If Heeseung could manage to stay still, the eye contact might’ve intimidated you a little – but his hips keep bucking up into your fist as he loses composure, a sight that leaves your cunt leaking. A sight that leaves you so wet that when he reaches between your thighs his ring finger slips in with no resistance, a shuddered breath falling from your lips as your grip on him falters slightly.

It stings a little when he adds his middle finger, his thick digits stretching you out as he curls them towards your belly button. His eyes are lidded as he looks down at the sight before him and it’s a little hard to concentrate on anything other than the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

You mumble an apology around his thumb as you continue your movements, a whine falling from your lips at the feeling of him grazing your walls, a moan coming out when he presses on your clit with his thumb. He takes his thumb from your mouth and puts his hand on your waist to keep you steady as you squirm in his lap, your eyes screwing shut when the tip of his finger brushes against your g-spot.

The look on your face is mesmerising and he feels his tummy flutter as he watches you, the way your jaw falls slack and your hand comes up to grab at his shoulder and–fuck, he’s so lucky to have you like this. To have you at all.

He can tell you’re close from the way your hand loosens on his cock and your strokes lose their rhythm, sporadic now, almost as if you have to remind yourself to do it. That and the way that the only word you can get to leave your mouth is his name – which he’d never complain about. If anything the whole thing only brings him closer too, his thighs tensing under you and his stomach contracting beneath his shirt.

The knot in your stomach is unbearably tight as you claw at his back, your hips stuttering while you ride his fingers, and your mind too hazy to process the fact that you’re cumming until Heeseung brings his coated fingers to your mouth, biting on his lip as you suck them clean.

“Beautiful.” He mumbles, sucking a breath through his teeth when you start stroking him again, obviously a little tired now given how slowly you move your hand, chest rising dramatically as you huff to catch your breath.

“Sorry about the mess.” You whisper when you look down, a part of his black pants now sticky and wet with your arousal.

There’s a pretty smile on his face when you look back at him, shrugging a little as he says, you know I like it. And he smiles even wider at the way you cover your face, embarrassed. “You’re so cute, baby.” He chuckles, stopping short when you swipe his tip with your thumb again.

His hand is so much bigger than yours when he covers it, helping you finish him off, writhing under you as you wrap your other hand around his base, covering the whole thing. With a couple more tugs at his shaft and a cry of your name, his head falls forward and his cock twitches in your hold when he cums, white and hot between your spread legs.

Your body jerks a little at the feeli—Shit, you gasp as some of it spills into your clenching hole, and he can’t tear his eyes away from it, so pretty, so messy, all because of him. A shiver creeps up your spine when he pulls you closer, the head of his cock grazing your cunt, spreading the mess all over you.

Heeseung can’t help the soft sigh that slips past his lips as he pushes into you, still so tight he can barely get his tip inside, but you’re so hot, so wet. And with no time to recover from your orgasm you collapse into him, your head falling into the crook of his neck. “Too much.” You whimper into his skin.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his arms coming around you to hold your body in place. “Be a good girl and take it.” He mumbles, moaning as he fills you all the way to the hilt, grinning at the way you shiver and grind down on him.

His hips rock against yours as slow as he can manage, he’s never taken you like this, never used his cock to fuck his cum into you, and he feels like a fool now that he knows how good it feels.

“Hee, please, too much.” You cry out, halting your movements and nestling your face in his neck.

And he almost feels glad when he hears you say it, feeling overwhelmed himself. “I know, baby,” he speaks into your hair, leaving a kiss. “I know. Let’s just stay like this for a bit, hmm?”

Letting out a yawn, you nod your head. “Happy birthday, baby.”

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gaybananabread · 9 months

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Heyyyy! How are you doing?

Can I please request a fic with lee! Raine and Ler! Darius from The Owl House? Raine won't stop calling their group the C.A.Ts, mostly to get a rise out of Darius (it's working😂). Fed up after Raine ignores his warnings, Darius pins him down and wrecks the shit out of him. Raine is a nervous bard, so he cannot stand tickle anticipation and Darius knows this. Cut to a few minutes later and Raine is giggling up a storm while Darius is just smiling at him and saying things like, 'I'm not even touching you...'

I am alive, thx for asking! THIS IS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT LIKE- It's cute and fluffy and I love it. I'm gonna be honest, i pumped most of this out after midnight. I hope this doesn't suck. Sorry this took so long, schoolwork started back up and I got swampedddd. Enjoy!

Lee: Raine

Ler: Darius

Summary: Raine is being a little shit and annoying Darius with the group name. He decides to teach the pesky bard a lesson.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

"Or, for short, the CATTS!"

Darius despised that name. Not because of the stupidity, and not because of embarrassment. He hated it because Raine loved to annoy him with it. Every chance they got, every set-up for a cat pun, Raine would be there to tease him about it.

Now, Raine wasn't doing it maliciously, of course. They didn't want to actually upset the other coven head. They just saw a way to make the ever-stoic and sassy Darius groan or stifle a laugh. So, like any reasonable person would, they did it as often as possible. Just to see the ghost of a smile or hear the small, choked sound of a chuckle from the man. Some days they just took it a bit too far. Today was one of those days.

Running through the halls of the base, Raine searched for Darius. They had the perfect idea for new masks. Luz had shown them some drawings of human-world cats, and they absolutely loved them. True, soft and fluffy isn't exactly a typical rebellion style, but that can change. At the very least, it'll be fun to annoy Darius with.

Finally, they found the abominations head. He was fixing some of the damaged uniforms and clothes for the members. Raine ran up to him, showing him the pad of paper. "Darius! What do you think of these new designs for the CATTS uniforms?"

He didn't respond for a second, waiting to see if that was a joke. When he found out it wasn't, he shook his head, sighing. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Raine, I don't even know where to- are those paw-pad gloves?"

Raine nodded excitedly, pointing to the glove design. "Yeah! I figured, since we're the CATTS, we might as well look the part. You, Eda, Luz and me even get tails." They smirked, turning the page to show him their outfits. They had Darius in a purple-themed calico cat outfit. They even had cat ears in the design. "I think they're purr-fect. What about you?"

That little... they're so dead. Using his magic, he sent an abomination to grab Raine, holding the bard's arms above their head and keeping them in place. He stood from his workbench, slowly making his way over to the restrained Raine.

"Raine Whispers... I belive I've told you about my thoughts on the whole cat thing, correct?" Darius placed his hand on their side, just resting it there. Raine nodded, squirming under his touch. They knew what was coming. "I thought so. And what, exactly, are those thoughts?"

Raine shrugged, a wobbly smile on their face. They knew they were screwed. The bard twisted and tugged at their arms, but the abomination didn't budge. Darius had them right where he wanted them. "Let me remind you: I am NOT AMUSED!"

With a playful growl, Darius dug his fingers into the bard's sides, roughly clawing and poking at the sensitive skin. Raine squealed, squirming and tugging at their goopy restraints. The abomination didn't budge.

"DAHARIHUHUHUS! PLEHEHEASE!" Darius going straight for their sides was not something they were ready for. Raine's laughter was loud and pitchy, their cheeks quickly reddening. It was their worst spot, after all.

"Please? I remember saying that many times when you would make cat puns or annoy me with that cursed team name. And, as I'm sure you remember, you did not stop. It's fitting that I shouldn't either."

Darius was enjoying himself. Sure, it's a bit childish, but it gets the job done. He would never harm his friend, and the tickling gets his message aross just fine. Did he need to be so cruel about it? No, but that's half the fun.

That "fun" is a very different story when you're on the receiving end. Sure, it wasn't awful, but their death spot for too long was getting a bit intense. "COHOHOME OHON! GAHAHA- GOHOHO SOHOMEWHERE EHEHEHELSE!"

His fingers immediately moved up to Raine's neck, fluttering his fingers across the pinkened skin. He didn't wanna push their boundaries. Their loud, shaky laughter turned to squeaky, almost childish giggling. It did nothing to help their blush, the red color quickly spread further down his neck and to his ears.

"Dahahahariuhus! Quihihit it!" They scrunched up their shoulder as best as they could, trying to block Darius's hands. "Maybe someone should've laid off on the feline puns." He was honestly just having fun teasing the bard at this point, though they didn't need to know that.

Raine didn't know if their face could get any more red. Their bouncy, squeaky giggles were music to Darius's ears. Though he couldn't stay there forever. That'd just be unfair, both to him and Raine. He let his hands drift downward, stopping on the bard's ribcage.

Their gigging ramped back up into laughter, though it wasn't half as loud as before. Raine tugged at their arms, but to no avail. Darius's magic held them firmly in place and at his mercy. "You know, you've really brought this upon yourself. I've told you countless times not to bring up the cat thing around me. Yet you still press me, daily, on the matter. It's almost as if you wanted this."

The bard shook their head, hastily denying the comment. They knew he was just teasing, but still. Raine wasn't exactly aiming for this result, but it's not unwelcome in the least. They might've wanted to make Darius chuckle, but they weren't against having a laugh themselves. No reason for Darius to know that, though. "GEHEHET OFF! DAHAHARIUS!"

Darius suddenly got a very fun, very mean idea. Inspired by his friend's words, he pulled his hands away, hovering them over their sides. "Alright then. If you wish, I'll stop touching you." He teasingly wiggled his fingers, just shy of meeting their skin. They giggled and twisted around, eyeing his hands nervously. Oho, that prick-

"Dariuhuhus! Thahat- this ihisn't fair!" The abomination covenhead just huffed, shaking his head. "You need to make up your mind, Raine. 'Touch me, don't touch me.' It's rather confusing." He acted like he was going to go for their sides, faking them out at the last moment. The bard squealed and jolted out of instinct, making the other coven head laugh.

"I'm not even touching you, Raine. If you're that ticklish, I think you should invest in some body armor. I mean, if Belos found out about this, you'd be toast. A few illusionists sending some feathers near your sides and poof: no more revolution." He wiggled his fingers teasingly, drawing a line in the air right above their stomach. It was kinda cute how they giggled and squirmed at the almost-touch.

"Wohohohould you juhust- quihit! This ihis ehehevil!" They hate anticipation. It's just... why? They know he's gonna tickle them again, why drag it out like that? Their giggles bounced around the room as they squirmed like a worm on a hook.

"Why would I ever do that? And what do you mean by quit? Quit stalling and tickle you again, quit teasing you, quit calling you out? There's a lot of possibilities here, Raine. You've got to be specific."

He smirked, just hovering his hands over their sides. His fingers twitched absent-mindedly, sending shivers down the other's spine. Raine knew they weren't getting out of there without getting tickled again. Might as well own it.

"Juhust- shut uhup ahand t-tickle me ahalready!" Darius could've been very mean. He had plenty of things to tease the bard with. Their burning cheeks, stuttering on the t-word, eagerness to get wrecked. But he didn't. He dug his fingers into Raine's sides once again, clawing and scratching and wiggling his fingers on their death spot.

Raine all but shrieked. The anticipation had made everything twice as bad, their laughter loud and boisterous. It's not something you see- or hear -every day. "NAHAHAHA! DAHAHARIUHUHUS! IHIT- GAHAHAHA!"

The man was silent, just smirking as he wrecked the poor bard. Even though they had literally asked for it, Darius would feel guilty if he teased them. At least for the moment. He just tickled them, his fingers scribbling mercilessly against Raine's sides.

Barely two minutes later, Raine was practically done. Their squirming had almost stopped, their laugh taking on a wheezing edge. If not for the abomination, they would have collapsed by now. Seeing the behavior shift, Darius slowly stopped his tickling, rubbing at their sides to try and calm the phantom tickles. "You alright, Raine?"

Said bard all but went limp in the abomination's grip, hanging their head as they got the rest of their giggles out. They were exhausted, the tickling thoroughly tiring them out. Darius chuckled as he wrapped an arm around them. He dismissed the abomination, catching before they could faceplant. They mumbled a "thanks" before going limp in his arms.

Darius led them over to their bunk, laying them down and pulling the thin blanket over them. Raine didn't react much as they melted into the soft mattress. Darius shook his head, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he left them to rest.

Maybe he could make just one of those uniforms... if only to humor them. Yes, that sounds right. Sitting back at his workbench, Darius grabbed some fuzzy fabric, making Raine's CATTS design. The things he does for his friends...

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foreverdolly · 1 year

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sorry that i disappeared. my health went to absolute hell in a hand basket. i’ve been in the hospital for my lungs, and got a c.t scan done. i have a mass on my liver- a “cyst”- that i need to get checked out.

so basically i can’t breathe and i’m being pumped full of god knows what, and they break the news in the most nonchalant way humanly possible that i could possibly have cancer.

if you’re one of the people that have messaged me sweet things to check on me because you got a bad feeling- thank you so so much. i’ve been reading through them all and smiling this morning. if you messaged me to talk about me not posting when i said that i was- please understand that i don’t make a single penny writing fics (though i wish i was), and i have a very hectic life as of late. i’m sorry that you weren’t able to read the fic when i promised it (it’s annoying, i know. and i feel bad for the promise falling through), but i’ve been legit fighting for my life. asthma is no joke, and not being able to breathe is one of the most terrifying experiences. i don’t wish this on anybody. i don’t want to come off as flaky, so i will no longer be telling you all when i post or teasing upcoming fics. it’s just going to… appear :)

i’ll still be doing lil polls to see what you all want to see, but i’ll be finding other ways to interact with you all. if any of you babies have any good ideas or things that i can do to get more involved, please tell me! i love talking to all of you, and will do my best to message you all back right now. i’ve been really inactive due to my bad health. i’m scared about the cancer shit, but on the mend with my lungs! i’m getting discharged later today! i’m trying to stay positive. anyway, i’m feeling pretty lonely and scared, so feel free to message me.

#foreverdolly #miss you all #that shit hurted #life update #sorry i was gone #but i’ve been knocking at deaths door the past week and a half

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urmomschocolatemilk · 10 months

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I am dying for some dad! Price fics and I can barely find any☹️ I just know he’d be the sweetest with his kids!!!

Dad!Price x reader

He literally would be :(( (id know bc im acc his daughter) anyway you've come to the right place bc I'm obsessed with dad price.

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It’s the first day back to school for his daughter after her break, and Prices third day back from deployment. Getting her up in the morning and out of bed for school had been a struggle, as she’d insisted on staying home and spending the day with her father. As much as Price loved that idea you’d told her it couldn’t happen today, he could already see this tantrum boiling up and quickly promised her they’d have a daddy daughter day that weekend. That seemed to calm her down and she’d dragged herself out of bed, still with much protest, scarfed down the breakfast Price had made her and got ready for school.

Price relished in the domicity of the situation. The idea of struggling with his wife to get their daughter out of bed was something he never thought he’d have considering his line of work and yet there he stood, flipping smiley face pancakes and yelling “Listen to your mother little lady” across the house at his daughter. It was the perfect contrast to the adrenaline pumping action that he experienced on a day-to-day basis.

15 minutes later and much struggling from your end his daughter stood in front of the mirror whining as you tried to do her hair.

“I want daddy to do my hair!” she whined, pulling her head away from you. You sighed

“Daddy’s busy cleaning up after breakfast,” you tried to tell her for the millionth time. She was having none of it, crossing her arms across her chest and jutting out her bottom lip in a pout.

“No!” she protested to the sitaution as a whole. You threw your hands up in the air, muttering something she didn’t catch under your breath and exiting the bathroom. Price was leaned over the sink, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he scrubbed at a pan.

“John can you go do her hair?” you asked tiredly, leaning against the island, “she wont let me do it, she wants you to,” you explained. He looked up from his work with a chuckle. Grabbing the towel from where it was hanging next to him he nodded, drying his hands.

“Yeah,” he agreed, with another chuckle “I can do her hair.” Price marches into the bathroom, looking down at his little girl pointedly, hands on his hips as she looks up at him. “You been giving your mother trouble little lady?” He asks in a semi-stern tone. Even though he was attempting to scold her his words had a soft and playful undertone to them. How could he ever truly be mad at his little girl?

Quickly she shakes her head, but when he raises an eyebrow at her it changes to a nod.

Price steps behind her, getting to work on making two cute buns at the top of her head, combing back her hair, parting it and twisting it. That’s ‘his’ hairstyle as she calls it, and she never lets you do it on her, so it’s a safe bet.

“I told you to listen to mom this morning, didn’t I?” he asks, running a comb through her hair.

“Yeah...” she confirms, her tone turning to a mumble as she says a quiet “Sorry...” watching through the mirror as he takes a bunch of her hair and twists it into a little bun at the top of her head. Price ties it in place with a hair tie, starting on the other side

“Don't apologize to me honey, apologize to mom, okay?”he looks at her through their reflections and she nods. He ties the second bun, pushing some pins into it before clasping her shoulders, “All done,” he smiles, and she grins at her reflection for a second, before turning to hug his legs tightly.

“Thank you, daddy!” she squeals looking up at him with a bright smile. He engraved the site into his mind, the moment is to fleeting in his opinion as she turns and runs out of the bathroom to find you and go to school. He watches her run off, bitter thoughts dulling his joy. He couldn’t believe he’d have to leave all this behind in just a couple of weeks.

#urmomschocolatemilk #141 x reader #modern warfare 2 #x reader #call of duty #john price x you #captain john price x you #john price x reader #captain price x reader #captain price x you #captain john price #john price #price x reader #captain price #dad!price

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revelinginthedarkrooms · 2 years

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RZ!Michael Myers x Pregnant!Reader - Blowing Off Steam

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Fandom: Halloween (Rob Zombie)

Pairing: Michael Myers/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Rough pregnant (unprotected) sex, mild choking, oral sex, lactation, mild breastfeeding kink, implied breeding kink

Notes: This obviously isn’t a sequel to my previous RZ!Michael oneshot, but this has not left me alone since I finished it. That, and I’m slowly achieving my goal of giving the RZ Halloween AO3 page more Michael (that thing is painfully bare of good x reader fics ._.) Honestly more on the soft side. Or, at least, as soft as it can get with Michael Myers. I hope y’all enjoy!

It was another freezing October day, and as you huffed and puffed, sweat dribbling down your brow, you wished desperately that Michael was here.

Another low, almost painful moan rippled through your throat in time with the toy you were methodically pumping in and out of your sopping cunt.

“Michael,” you breathed your lover’s name shakily, throwing your head back against the couch as you rolled your hips against your hand. “Ugh, fuck I need you...”

It was no good. You lay limply on the soft couch, panting and disappointed. Not even Ol’ Reliable was enough to bring you to the edge and ease your wanting.

You shot a glare at the offending object before reaching down and pulling it from your quivering heat. A gasp hitched in your throat as it dragged on your clenching walls, deliciously dragging along them until it finally popped out with a squelch. Sticky strings of your arousal clung to it like a translucent web.

Shaking your head, you sighed, “Not today, old friend.”

You grunted as you got up to grab something to clean it with. At twenty weeks your unborn was beginning to make themself known more and more every day. You placed a hand atop your swelling belly, and a responding nudge made you crack a tired smile.

Your back popped with your stretch, a yawn escaping you soon after. Scratching the back of your neck you finally found a moist towel to wipe down the toy, and after carefully making sure it was clean, you put it back in its drawer.

Well. You weren’t done yet. Your core still pulsed with desire, a desire you couldn’t sate yourself. When was Michael going to be home?

You huffed, sitting down on the edge of your shared bed. It was getting later and later, and while you knew his urges heightened during the spooky month you’d at least expect him to pop in every once in a while.

Shuffling back against the wall, you propped up a few pillows to save your back the trouble and spread your legs open.

Luckily you didn’t need lube, and as you closed your eyes your fingers found your needy pussy through your panties, and a deep breath left you as three fingers made their way inside.

The sounds of your pussy greedily sucking in your own fingers filled the room with lewd fapping noises, and a deep blush settled across your face as your other hand raised to your tender breast.

“Michael, oh,” you keened, drawing from your memories of the man. You could just imagine him sitting before you, watching intently as you fingered yourself. Needy, wanton moans fell from your mouth as you worked your clit with your thumb, squeezing your breast with your other hand until you could feel your shirt beginning to dampen.

“Touch me, ugh... fuck, I need you, Michael...” Your back arched from the pillows and the hand at your chest traveled to your throat. You carefully squeezed, the sudden pressure of a lack of air accentuating the throbbing need in your cunt. “Fuck...”

You imagined his tongue, so sinfully skilled, lapping at your dripping sex as if it were a lollipop, his nose bumping your clit with every time your legs clenched around his head, his deep humming groans vibrating through your hips.

Your mouth fell open and your toes clenched, feeling your release coming. Finally, you would be able to release! “Ah... uhhh... Michael.... shit, baby, I’m coming...!”

All of a sudden your fingers were ripped away, and as your eyes fluttered open wide you saw your lover standing before you, coveralls stained with blood, that creepy white mask all that stood between you and his handsome face.

His shoulders heaved, his breath deep and heavy with excitement as his fingers gripped your hand tighter. Your essence continued to dribble down your palm, and slowly, he brought your own hand to your mouth.

You took your own fingers in with no hesitation; you moaned around them as you licked every drop of your own arousal away, the tang and subtle sweetness invading your senses. Mercilessly it helped distract you from the obvious cold sting of iron to your nose.

Michael reached up to tug the mask up just enough to kiss you then, and as he replaced your hand with his own chapped lips you greedily took every inch that you could. You leaned into his body, uncaring of the blood that began to seep into your pajama top as you wrapped your arms about his neck, fingers working his tense shoulders as his went to the small of your back.

He groaned into the kiss as your sensitive boobs pressed into his chest, and as his massive frame sank into the bed you slumped into his lap, grinding your sopping core against the straining bulge in his coveralls.

As he briefly pulled away, he tugged your hair to one side and began to press open-mouthed kisses against your nape, making you gasp in ecstasy when his tongue and teeth took turns punishing and soothing your tender flesh.

“Fuck, baby,” you whimpered, rolling your hips against his. “I need you so bad... my pussy’s been aching for you all day.”

In response, you got a harder bite. You cried out, fingers clenching the fabric of his clothes before he pulled back and hastily began undoing the button snaps.

In one swift move, he grabbed both sides of the collar and yanked. The snaps popped satisfyingly and your mouth began to water at the sight of his toned, bare chest. Light blond hairs decorated his pecs and trailed down towards his navel, a darker line of hair following a path towards his groin.

Michael’s erection was all but weeping, red and twitching against his stomach. As he got up to shimmy out of the bloodstained clothing, it bounced free of its confines and stood tall, a delicious six inches that was almost as thick as your wrist.

You wiped away some drool and reached for his cock. The second your hand closed in a fist around it, Michael tangled his fingers in your hair and threw his own head back in a deep, reverberating groan that made your pussy throb in desire.

“You’re so hard, Michael,” you murmured, doe eyes darting up to look at him with a sly grin. “Were you thinking of me while you were out? Couldn’t wait to come home and fuck me raw?”

His shoulders shuddered.

“Yeah, you wanted to fuck me so hard the baby would feel it,” you continued, your voice taking on a sultry tone as you swiped the precum around the head. “What do you want, darling? You want me to suck your cock?”

He nodded, fingers clenching in your hair as he stepped closer. His erection bumped your cheek, the scent of sweat and arousal making you clench your legs together.

Winking up at him, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, teasing the underside of his dick before taking the rest of him into your mouth.

Since you’d gotten pregnant, you’d come to a mutual agreement not to deepthroat until the baby was born. That didn’t mean you didn’t have your own tricks to make him cum.

You bobbed your head along his length, massaging one of his more prominent veins with your tongue. His fingers in your hair guided you along, though he didn’t have do anything but stare you down as you sucked.

“Mmmm,” you hummed, and the vibrations that went up his cock made him stiffen, an almost-silent moan making his lips part.

Obscene slurping filled the room, and drool pooled around the corners of your mouth, further dampening his cock. You jerked him off quickly with your other hand, squeezing just hard enough for him to buck his hips further toward you.

Michael pulled you off of him, tilting his head as his eyes swept along your red face, your eyes half-lidded, your lips moistened and dripping with drool and precum. His dick twitched as another wave of desire rushed through it, and he found himself pressing his thumb to your pinkening lips, smearing the drool and precum all along them before sinking it inside.

You eagerly sucked at his finger, cupping his hand with your own. After a moment he pulled it away with a pop, his other hand petting your hair. You leaned into the touch with a content sigh out of your nose.

Michael was uncharacteristically gentle as he picked you up by your hips and lay you on the bed, his hand trailing to your knee and pulling it open. You spread your legs just as he knelt before you with your ankles at either side of his waist.

You could feel his icy-blue eyes trail down the swell of your belly to your soaked panties. With one move he pulled them from your hips, leaving your blushing wet folds on full display.

You shivered when the air hit your core, biting your lip in excitement when Michael loomed over you, shifting himself so that the head of his cock was pressing into your lower lips.

“Fuck me, Michael,” you breathed, lashes fluttering as you looked up at him pleadingly. “Please, I want you to pound me into this mattress so hard I won’t be able to walk tomorrow morning.”

He seemed all too eager to oblige. Guiding himself with one hand, the head pressed eagerly at your entrance until it sank inside, and both of your voices filled the room as your greedy cunt sucked him in nearly to the hilt.

“Ohhhhhh,” you gasped, fingers gripping the sheets as your back arched. “This is so much better than my fingers-- ah--!”

Michael pulled back tantalizingly slow, savoring each whimpering moan and writhe against the pillows until he could almost see the head. Then he slammed back in, eliciting more delicious screams from your tender throat.

The two of you quickly set into a rhythm; you jerked your hips to meet him, and he planted his hands on either side of you to steady himself as he fucked you hard. Your voice, high and needy, served as a pleasing duet to his own deep, dulcet groans in your ear as he nipped at your neck again.

“Fuck, Michael,” you mewled, pleasured tears slipping down your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his own neck. “Fuck me... fuck me harder! I need you deeper!”

With a grunt, his hips adjusted their angle so that he was aiming further, higher, and your squeal as his cock nearly hit your cervix made him breathe a chuckle.

“Yes!” You howled, toes curling, legs quivering, grip tightening as he brought you into a mind-blowing orgasm, your pussy clenching down hard on his cock. “Yes! Yes, just like- tha- aaaaahh- aat!”

Michael’s hands roamed your body, caressing your face, tightening about your neck in that way that made you shiver, cupping your gorged breasts and squeezing hard enough to make you cry out in guttural tones, your chest heaving.

Liquid dribbled from your pebbling nipples, further soaking your now-bloodied shirt, and you let out a tiny yelp as Michael wrenched it up your body, your boobs bouncing free and bare to his ardor. You mewled in delight as his mouth found one bud, pinching and pulling at the other as he suckled vigorously.

“You like that?” You breathed as another shiver made its way up your spine. “Fuck yeah, it’s all for you, baby.”

With a growl that rippled through your breast and made you bite your lip, his hips stuttered and he pressed as deep as he could into you.

You lay your head back, an ecstatic sigh easing the tension in your shoulders as he came deep inside you. You could feel the force of his release; he must have been incredibly pent-up.

Michael’s rough suckling slowed as he crested his peak, instead lazily swallowing around you. His other hand rested atop your belly, his thumb stroking circles around your taut skin.

The two of you lay there in the afterglow, exhausted, yet very satisfied.

You smiled softly down at him, pressing your thumb soothingly against the back of his neck. “How was that, baby? Did that get you calmed down?”

Michael hummed against you, and your shoulders rolled involuntarily at the sensation it caused. His lips left your nipple, now swollen and sore, and he curled his body around yours so that he could more comfortably fit in the bed.

You let him, pulling a pillow out of your pile so that he would have something to lay his head on. When he pulled you against his body, your back pressed almost feverishly against his chest, you let out a sigh of content at the feeling of his strong arms wrapping around your front and resting atop your belly. He threw the covers over you both, shielding your nakedness from the cold midnight air of the old Myers house.

Just as the two of you settled in, the unborn being within you pressed against Michael’s hand. You could feel him take pause, half looking over your shoulder as he flattened his palm against that area.

A strong kick made you let out a quiet “Oof”, followed by a breathy chuckle as you felt Michael crack a smile against the back of your neck.

“They missed you too,” you whispered, running your thumb along his scarred knuckles. “I’m so glad you’re home, Michael.”

Only now did you feel the mask come off, and your big, strong lover pressed a chaste kiss against your sweaty nape as you closed your eyes, sleep pulling you under in a thick blanket of exhaustion.

#rz michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #rz michael myers x you #tw: pregnancy #tw: choking #Female reader #tw: breeding kink #tw: breastfeeding

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julians-rum-and-coke · 10 months

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i love seeing my mutuals requesting fics haha, could i possibly request a either ricky or julian x hyperfemme reader :3 like juicy couture hot pink lip gloss 25mm lashes with 5 inch pumps type of girl.. like they're having a shoot out with cyrus and they see the reader worried and confused or possibly hurt in the background and try to help her? sorry if this doesnt make sense, you dont have to answer ! <3

just wanted to say thanks for ur requests everyone, i love seeing what yall come up with and besides this gives me something to do while i'm not busy for the summer (school for me starts mid august so i prob won't be as active on here but i will try to fulfill all requests by then so keep them coming!!)

this is gonna be a ricky and julian fic (not a gay fic, i dont write gay because i'm not gay and i'd rather have the actual gay ppl in the tpb fandom writing the gay fics cuz i dont know SHIT on how to write fruity fics) meaning that ricky and julian will be main characters in this fic

idk what to title this so here's a short synopsis: ricky and julian see that y/n got hurt from their shootout and goes to help you out :)) enjoy!!

TW: mentions of blood, wounds, nasty shit like that

You were headed out to the grocery store for your usual weekly shopping, wearing an eye-popping pink outfit that was sure to be eye-catching and the topic of everyone's conversation (in a good way). The outfit today was a PINK Victoria's Secret shirt, hot pink track pants, and some cute pink pumps to go with it. Sure, it may have been a little over-the-top for the grocery store, but you didn't give a fuck what anyone else thought. You looked good and you knew it.

As you stepped out of your trailer, you were greeted with gunshots in the road. Ricky and Julian were shouting at that heavy metal dick, Cyrus. Jules saved you from Cyrus once, and little did he know, he'd have to save you again.

You were used to this kind of shit going down in the trailer park, so you just walked to your car like it was nothing. Suddenly, a sharp pain went through your left arm. You could see blood seeping through your sleeve. A bullet grazed you and left a wound that looked absolutely disgusting. You gritted your teeth out of pain and held your arm with your other hand.

Ricky looks over and sees you laying on the ground in pain and runs over to you. "Julian, get the fuck over here," Ricky shouts, and Julian runs over to you. "Holy fuck, I'm sorry, Y/N," Julian says, sitting you up and looking at your wound. It looked nasty and bloody, but not horrible where you'd need medical attention, thank god.

They help you stand up and follow you into your trailer, into the bathroom where your first aid kit was, sitting underneath the sink in the cabinet. Julian looks through the kit and finds some gauze and tape.

"Here, sit right here," Julian says, motioning for you to sit on the counter while he patches you up. "Go get me a wet towel," he says to Ricky. Ricky runs to the kitchen and grabs a wad of paper towels and wets them in the kitchen sink. He brings them back and Julian wipes off all the blood on your arm, then puts the bandage on.

"It's really not that bad, I've been shot many times and I'm fine." Ricky says, pulling out a joint and lighting it. "Here man, have a hit." He offers you, and you accept.

"Well at least I'm not dead." You reply, taking another hit off of Ricky's joint.

"Are you mad at us?" Ricky asks, since he shot you on accident.

"No, why should I be? At least you apologized and took care of me, and I appreciate that." You responded, as Julian finished putting the bandage on you.

"Thank fuck, cause you're pretty fuckin' cool to be around and I don't want hard feelings or whatever." Ricky says.

"Yeah man, I'm glad you're not mad at us. But if you need help putting another bandage on later, you know where to find me." Julian says, glad that he helped you along with Ricky.

"Okay guys, I've gotta go buy groceries now, y'all need anything while I'm out?" You ask, basically returning the favor.

"Chips and pepperoni." Ricky says, handing you a wad of cash.

"I'll take some chips." Julian says, handing you a few dollars.

"Alright then, see you in maybe an hour." You give them both a hug, being careful because of your arm. You drive off to the grocery store and when you return, Ricky and Julian are there, waiting for their stuff. They even helped you carry your stuff inside.

Later that evening, you hung out with them, drinking, snacking and smoking. Bubbles was there, too. It turned out to be a pretty good day despite being shot (kinda).

#trailer park boys #julian tpb #ricky tpb #tpb bubbles

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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Unexpected Judgement-- Alternate Ending Ch 12

Today @bluetodie requested an alternate ending to “my favourite Casey fic” and while this one might be my fave, I couldn’t really pic, but this one was the easiest to do an alternate ending to. Be warned, I’ve gone full Shonda Rhimes.

A/N: This takes place via Chapter 12, the first 1/3 of the chapter is the exact same as the original, I left it in for background info, otherwise skip to the +++++ and when that starts, listen to this song on repeat https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Svfd999aej8.

Warnings: Language, angst, oof.

There was a flurry of movement in the squad room that gained the attention of the three women in Olivia’s office before the Captain came clattering through the door.

“They’ve got her! She’s en route to Mercy!” Emotions were strung high, there wasn’t any information on your condition or how far they’d gotten in their methods before the squad had managed to track you down.

As timing would have it, Olivia was barely managing to wrangle them into the waiting room of the ER when the paramedics were rolling you into a trauma room. Casey heard a cry leave her lips at the sight of you, your lips were blue, the skin of your face unbelievably pale, they had you wrapped in a foil blanket as they sped away. She heard shouting about barely finding a pulse, that you weren’t dead until you were warm and dead. She felt a hand between her shoulder blades, finding herself in one of the ridiculously uncomfortable chairs of the waiting room. She didn’t even realize her leg was shaking until Liz’s hand reached over, giving her knee a gentle squeeze. Liz gave her the best smile she could muster up, her eyes shining with tears, grief stricken across her face, Casey linked her hand into the older woman’s, squeezing in what she hoped was a reassuring manner.

It felt like hours later when a nurse came out with an update (it was well past midnight). Things were extremely touch and go, you were still being treated in a trauma room for extreme dehydration and a nearly severe case of hypothermia. Your tox screen had come back positive for some concoction of drugs, but since they had been injected into your blood stream they couldn’t just pump your stomach to get rid of them, it was a ‘wait it out’ type of situation. The nurse said there was a chance you’d be dealing with a mild concussion, they found gun shot residue near the wound on your leg, and there were multiple lacerations across your torso that they couldn’t exactly figure out what caused them. (Melinda would later confirm that they did indeed, come from a whip). Olivia pulled the nurse aside on the way back, asking if they could check for trauma or bruising that would’ve been caused by sexual assault, and if there was to run a rape kit, since you were nowhere near conscious there was no way you’d be able to outcry yet.

The minutes dragged on unbelievably slow, but seemed to speed by at the same time. Casey found herself utterly physically and mentally exhausted, she’d already been in court for 7 hours before they’d realized you’d been missing, she’d cried herself out completely, nearly asleep against Liz’s shoulder. It was only when Rita’s back up alarm went off that anyone realized it was already 7:00am Thursday, and it was only with Liz’s encouragement that she’d keep the other woman updated that Rita left with only an hour until she was needed in arraignment. It was shortly after that the nurse came back for another update, looking almost as exhausted as Casey and Liz felt, she said you had been moved to the ICU, things were still touch and go, and they were at the stage where it was time to just wait and hope for the best. The doctors had specifically requested no visitors, they were still flushing the drugs out of your system, monitoring for various side effects, if the hypothermia was bad enough your heart could stop, you were still under, and they didn’t want family witnessing if something started to go south. There was a chance of infection from the drugs and the open wounds that could lead to sepsis but they’d managed to get everything cleaned up, and much to everyone’s relief there were no signs of sexual trauma.

Olivia took a quick break down to the cafeteria once it was open, picking up a few different options, including a couple of smoothies along with the coffees, knowing that Liz and Casey might deny the actual food but they’d need some kind of nutrients if they were to keep going. She was sure to try and keep the optimism up in the room, conversation was limited, there were tiny little cat naps that everyone seemed to jerk out of suddenly, remembering where they were. Finally, nearly 12 hours later, the same nurse from earlier came out, a hint of a smile on her face.

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“Ms Donnelly?” Liz’s head shot up, “Your daughter’s out of the ICU. She’s still pretty groggy, but she’s awake if you’d like to see her.” There was an overwhelming sense of relief shooting through the room, the sorrow and fear that previous occupied the air began to melt away. Casey felt the tension dissipate within her body, her jaw unclenching, limbs finally relaxing at the thought of you being okay, more importantly, being alive.

“I…uh..” Liz started before turning to Casey, “I..think you should go.”

“But..”

“After what I said to her I’m not entirely sure she’ll even want to see me. She at least knows you love her, and that’s what she’ll need right now.” The older woman gave a reassuring squeeze to Casey’s hand, nodding at her to follow the nurse back to your room.

Casey wasn’t sure what to expect, finding her hands shaking slightly as she followed the nurse down a couple of hallways. She paused slightly in the doorway, giving herself a moment to take in the scene in front of her before you would notice her. You were hooked up to a couple of different machines, IV linked to your arm, the other one bandaged, covering the burnt skin of the brand, you were still pretty pale, and had an extra blanket wrapped around you to combat the hypothermia.

She couldn’t help but notice just how small and fragile you looked in the bed, the way you’d curled around yourself in an attempt to make yourself even smaller, an attempt to disappear. Quietly she shut the door behind her, beginning to move to your bedside. The noise alerted you to someone in the room, cracking an eye open before your eyelids fluttered clearing your vision, focussing on the woman in front of you, it was then that she noticed how utterly broken you were, the light and sparkle in your eyes completely diminished.

“Casey?” Your voice shook when you spoke, unsure about what exactly was going on, your brain was still pretty foggy, all you could really notice was that you were in pain literally all over.

“Hi Baby…” She spoke softly, a concerned smile on her face. When she reached for your hand you instinctively flinched away, a whimper nearly escaping your lips. “Baby…it’s me..it’s Casey..I’m not gonna hurt you..” She could feel tears brimming into her eyes at your reaction, it was clear you were still scared, whatever the hell those bastards had done to you etched into your brain that contact meant pain.

“M’sorry.” You shifted slightly, wincing as you sat up, pulling your legs under you, still resting against the tilted up bed.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about my love.” She pulled a chair closer to your bedside, sitting to not be towering over your crumpled frame. You gave her a timid look, flipping your hand palm up, stretched out on the bed towards her. She was cautious, gingerly resting her hand on yours, fingers tracing the lines of your palm in a feather light touch, she was shocked at how cold your skin still was, wondering if that was okay. “I’m just incredibly thankful you’re safe, I love you so much baby, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You gave her a warm smile, interlocking your fingers with hers,

“I love you too.”

“Do..do you remember anything?” You shook your head, eyes glassing with tears.

“N..not really? Mrs Connors was at my apartment, next thing I know everything’s black, blurry. The room felt like it was spinning, I couldn’t really hear anything. I..I just remember it hurting..a lot…”

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” Casey laid a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, thumb soothingly rubbing across it. You barely made eye contact with her, she could see the worry in your face when you spoke next, voice shaking heavier than when you’d first greeted her.

“Is..is my Mom here?”

“Of course she is!” You shied away from her gaze, “Why wouldn’t she be?”

“Because she thinks I’m worthless.” You mumbled into the pillow, not wanting to speak the truth into words.

“Baby…believe me…she doesn’t. She’s been terrified this entire time that she’d never see you again.” A strangled cry broke free from your throat, you may have been head over heels in love with Casey and didn’t want her to leave your side, but there were just times in your life that all you needed was your Mom, and this, this was one of those times. You felt scared, victimized, afraid of what was going to come after all of this, how were you supposed to move on from it without a mother’s love?

“Can…can you go get her?” Your eyes finally met hers, silently begging her, “P..please..” Another cry shot from your lips, Casey thought it was the overwhelming emotion that was causing your heart rate to spike, she squeezed your hand, just as she opened her mouth to reply one of the machines you were hooked up to started to go haywire.

Your body seized up, before falling limp, your grasp dropping her hand just as a team of nurses burst into the rooms, everything was happening so quickly, a flurry of movement throughout the room. She could barely hear the nurse telling her she needed to leave the room, her head spun while she was shuttled outside, utter and complete fear shaking through her body as she watched them start chest compressions, placing an oxygen mask over your face. She could hear the rushed shouting through the glass of the window, your body jolted when they shocked you, concerned faces waited, watching the monitor for a moment before repeating the process, once, twice, there was the tiniest of blips on the third try. Hope seemed to glimmer through the room, though it was quickly overcome by defeat as the fourth and fifth times brought nothing but a dull drone of a dying beep as your heartbeat ceased.

No…there was no way this was happening, you’d been fine, you’d been talking to her only a moment ago, slowly breathing life back into your wounded body. Casey knew it, she knew she was about to jolt awake, find herself back in the uncomfortable waiting room chair next to Liz. Oh God…Liz…what on Earth was she supposed to tell her now? She felt her body shaking, briefly registering a nurse giving her arm a gentle squeeze, relaying her apologies, something about cardiac arrest, that they’d done everything they could. The tears brimmed her eyes, daring to make their escape as her brain was lost in a world of denial, barely able to tear her eyes away from your lifeless form. Not even realizing it was happening her feet drug her back to the waiting room, Liz glanced up at the movement, her face quickly changing to confusion at the blank expression on the other woman’s features. Casey’s face tightened, daring to look up, her eyes caught Liz’s and she could only choke out a sob,

“Sh…she..coded…” The words were barely above a whisper, Liz’s chest constricted, tears immediately trailing down her face, it couldn’t be possible. You’d been fine less than 15 minutes ago, both women felt as if their entire world was absolutely crashing down around them, the one thing that they loved more than anything else gone, cruelly snatched away before they could even attempt to process it. Olivia felt her own heart breaking at the sight of the two of them burying into each others arms, silent sobs wracking through their bodies. Two people who, 24 hours ago, held distain for each other, only brought back together by their shared love, and now their immensely shared grief. Casey managed to pull away from the hug, her face stained with tears, knowing how important it was for Liz to know, “She was asking for you…she wanted to see you, she knew you were here, that you cared.” Liz let out a shaky breath, trying to hold her emotions back for at least a moment, gathering the strength to speak.

“Did you tell her you loved her?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” It was all she could shakily manage, but Casey knew where she was going with the sentiment, that you may have suddenly and tragically vanished from their lives, but you knew that you were loved, that there was someone out there who cared about you more than anything else in the world.

****

It was roughly a month later when Casey found herself curled up against that all too familiar piece of driftwood, her face stained with tears as she let the sound of the ocean crashing against the sand invade her senses. She could practically feel your spirit enveloping the beach, as if your soft giggles echoed in the light breeze, the warmth of your body encased in the sand against her legs, the rhythm of your heart beating in time with the waves while she laid against your chest. She’d lost track of time, simply staring out to sea, wishing more than ever that you’d appear at her side, that wicked grin on your lips, telling her just how much you had missed her. She jumped at the sound of the trees rustling, glancing over her shoulder, the glow of the evening sky illuminating her visitor.

“Liz?” Her voice broke through the air roughly, throat hoarse from the tears she’d shed. The older woman gave her a tight smile, moving through the sand, seating herself beside Casey.

“You really think I’d be anywhere else but here today?” She questioned, a pained look on her face. “She loved this beach more than anywhere else in the world…” She began, “Her little escape from the real world. That’s how I figured out how much she loves you Casey, she brought you here the very first night you met, she never brought anyone here.” She pulled three Uncrustable’s from her bag, handing one to Casey who smiled at the choice of one of your favourite snacks, “Figured this was the least I could do.” Liz continued, unwrapping the third one, placing it in the sand in front of them before she revealed a birthday candle and a lighter. The Uncrustable serving as a cake on what should have been your 29th birthday, silence overtaking the pair watching the flicker of the candle before Casey let out a sniffle, almost surprised when Liz wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“I..fuck..I just miss her so much..”

“I know…” Liz’s hand stroked through her hair gently, tears brimming her own eyes, “So do I.” They stayed in silence for a moment, their pining sorrow only breaking by the sound of the ocean. Casey was actually surprised at the gentle feeling of Liz giving the top of her hair a maternal kiss. Since you’d gone they’d grown even closer, any amount of animosity vanishing, everyone needed someone to lean on during times like these, and they found solace and friendship in each other. “You know…”Liz began, “You would’ve made the best daughter in law a Mom could ask for.” Casey straightened up, looking at Liz, perplexity consuming her face.

“You mean that?”

“Yes.” She gave the younger woman’s hand a squeeze, “You meant the world to her Casey, that’s all a Mother wants. I know I reacted horribly at first, but you were nothing but good for her, you would have made an excellent addition to our little mish mash of a family.”

“Thank you…” Casey felt a whelm of gratification flowing through her, sure, it was months later, but knowing that Elizabeth approved, and was in support of whatever happened between you still meant something. Another rustle broke though their thoughts, both glancing back towards the tree line, expecting something like a stray cat, surprised at the form emerging from the bushes.

“Rita?” Liz started, “Are…are you wearing leggings?”

“Yeah, well the beach and Prada don’t exactly go together.” She shot back, moving across the sand, “Figured at least one of you would be here tonight.” She dropped down on the other side of Liz, a fast food bag lingering in front of her.

“McDonalds?” Casey questioned, you’d never brought up loving the chain, though maybe there was something she’d missed.

“Closest thing I could get to Dino Nuggets on short notice.” Rita replied, causing Casey to let out a snort,

“You mean closest thing you could get to Dino Nuggets without burning down the house.” Rita was quick to shoot her a playful glare, prepping for Liz’s practical wrath.

“Burning down the house? For the love of God Rita!”

“It was ONE time!” For the first time that evening, laughter broke through the beach front, interrupting the evening of sorrow, making it seem like everything would actually be okay, and eventually, it would.

The three women spent more than a few hours on that beach, reminiscing about various moments of your life, their favourite memories, there were tears, there were laughs, small smiles, stories revealed that the other two had no idea had happened. But most importantly there was camaraderie, a sense that things would finally start to look up. You may have been gone, but there was no way you were about to leave any of their hearts.

It became tradition, not mattering how busy they were, every year the three of them gathered on that beach in Seagate, lighting a flame in memory of someone they loved more than anyone else. Some nights they were silent, some nights there were tears, some nights were filled with laughter, but every night was full of love, the stars above them shining down, reminding them that no matter what, you were still watching over, keeping a safe eye on the people you loved the most

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cyberrat · 2 years

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62nd Batch of Fics: 10th Fill

Reaper/Soldier76 – Part ½ – reunion; emotional – Old men in love.

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“You sure you don’t want to come up here?” Jack murmurs, hand moving underneath Gabriel’s chin to briefly hold it before slowly rubbing his thumb back and forth over his goatee.

Gabriel just hums. He sounds listless but his expression is calm… downright serene when Jack leans forward a little to peer into his face. The fire paints distracting, flickering shadows over his old partner’s face. It’s not necessarily flattering at times but it makes him pause to stare even so.

Even after all these years Gabriel is gorgeous. A large predatory cat, now old and tame as he lets himself get pet by Jack, going as far as to putting the weight of his head into his hands.

He’d never really anticipated retirement to be something that is feasible for people in their line of work – or that he would enjoy it for that matter… but Gabriel keeps the both of them plenty busy.

Just today they’ve done a long hike toward this cabin out in the middle of nowhere. Mostly in silence because that’s how Gabriel just is these days. Not in a hostile way, at least.

“You’re pretty weird again,” Jack mutters finally. He lightly squeezes his legs around Gabriel’s shoulders, short nails scratching beneath his chin in a hypnotizingly slow rhythm. “I can’t believe you that the floor is supposed to be more comfortable than the couch. I get back pain just looking at you.”

That, at least, gets him a reaction, albeit only a half-assed sounding: “Age finally catching up with you?”

Gabriel’s usually smooth voice is rough with disuse. He shifts a little until he can put his head against Jack’s knee, his only concession to becoming more comfortable, apparently.

Jack sighs and puts his hands on his shoulders, rubbing them but not bothering him any more. He’s a grown man… he will know best what is and isn’t comfortable to him.

In any case it feels good to have Gabriel lean on him. He can’t say when the last time was that he felt it. It seems… special in a way, but his mind shies away from thinking about it too much. It feels weird to be entertaining thoughts of ‘it is special’ and ‘it is right’ in his age. He is suitably sure that Hana would be laughing her head off if she knew about it. It is something more fit to a teenager than a grizzled soldier.

They stay sitting in front of the fire for a good while longer, listening to the banged-up radio that they take everywhere quietly playing. He’s surprised that it even has reception out here in the middle of nowhere, but he won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

By the time he starts to nod off, Gabriel begins to shift and pull away from him to slowly get up on his feet and stretch, joints cracking in a very satisfying manner.

They get ready for bed. Gabriel has crawled in before him but he is waiting, his dark eyes almost glowing in the moonlight that peeks in through the drawn curtain.

Jack pauses, standing there in his underwear and allowing himself to feel the excited prickle on the back of his neck. It would be a lie if he said that he isn’t insanely interested in Gabriel 24/7. He has been when they were younger and he still is now, a good thirty-plus years later, so very ready to take him at a moment’s notice but unable to just fulfill that animal desire inside him.

Gabriel hasn’t been in the mood, after all… other than a few kisses here and there, nice and slow… so slow that Jack had felt like he would have to crawl out of his own skin if he couldn’t push Gabriel down that second to push inside him, all the while sucking on his tongue…

He’s been able to restrain himself, obviously, but still-

Gabriel snorts softly. It sounds derisive, like he’s been able to listen to every single one of Jack’s thoughts just now. Maybe he was. He’s still not quite sure what those little machines they pumped into his system actually allow him to do.

He’s still slowly mulling over whether to feel embarrassed or not when Gabriel pushes the blanket aside and shows him that he’s completely naked underneath, his cock a nice half-chub resting against one of his massive thighs. It seems to dance for him but that is just Gabriel nervously tensing his muscles.

Jack groans. It sounds pained even to his own ears… and maybe it is, in a way. He’s been waiting for this sight for months now, desperately jerking it in the bathrooms of whatever hotels or huts they’re staying in, trying to be nice and patient and understand that maybe, just maybe, Gabriel has lost all interest in sexuality whatsoever…

But now he’s just offering it to him without a warning. It’s nearly too much.

Gabriel snorts again. He looks away but reaches down with one hand, casually cupping his dick and giving it a couple slow, easy tugs that make Jack’s mouth grow very dry.

With that husky voice of his, Gabriel mutters: “You’re a goddamn idiot… either come here and put some work in or get out so I can take care of it myself.”

Jack doesn’t know what sound he’s making next. Somewhere between a gurgle and a growl. He’s definitely bit his tongue in an effort not to choke on it as he makes his way over to the bed and simultaneously wrestles his underwear off. He won’t let Gabriel go anywhere right now.

The bed is large but old. It creaks ominously when he crawls onto it and over his lover but it will just have to survive… he definitely won’t stop now. Not when he’s been crawling up Gabriel until his nose is all but bumping against the tip of his slowly fattening cock.

Gabriel slowly takes his hand away and instead puts it on the back of Jack’s head, fingers lightly rubbing through his short hair but not exerting much pressure to urge him and suck… so Jack takes his time just staring for a moment. He feels like his eyes need to adjust to the lighting in the bedroom since he can’t possibly be seeing what he’s seeing but after a while he’s certain that there is one long scar running along Gabriel’s shaft, from the base right up to underneath his glans. He has no idea where that came from. The last time he’s seen his dick up close – which was… many many years ago – it had been perfectly normal.

It’s just one more reminder of all the shit they’ve been through. Gabriel even more so than he with all the medical experimentations in Talon.

It feels like tonight they can put it all behind them just that little bit more.

Wouldn’t that be something?

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yelenabelovasbxtch · 2 years

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The Coffee Shop

Florence Pugh X f!reader

a/n: Hey! I don't know if you guys have seen these new photos of Flo or not (attached below) but I just felt love struck when I saw them. So much so that I HAD to write a fic inspired by them...so, I hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 2090

Concept: You go to a coffee shop where you meet a short-haired brunette that has you falling head over heels.

Warnings: Not much, mainly just some fluff, NOT proofread.

Taglist: @jeyramarie @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @wandanatvoid @3xbyrn320 @thorya22 @ravenclawbitch426 @mellowladyangel @wandanatvoid @ailenepuff

You were in LA for the week on a girl's trip but were originally from New York. You and your friends just wanted to get away for a bit somewhere warm because winter in NYC can get very cold. None of you had been to LA before so this was a whole new experience for the three of you. You are naturally an early bird but your friends always sleep in, so, you’re alone for probably a good three hours every morning. Today when you woke up, you knew they were not going to be out of bed any earlier than noon since the three of you were out late clubbing last night. You decided to go to a nearby coffee shop and sit down to edit some of the photos you’ve taken on your trip so far. You love taking photos of people whenever you go somewhere new. You never sold these pictures as they are ones that you technically don’t have consent to take but it’s sort of like a small passion project of yours. Other than that, you are an architecture photographer as your full-time job. With photography as a passion and you already being three days into the trip, you had a whole SD card of pictures to edit. So, you grab your camera bag and head out the door, being sure to leave a note behind in case they do get up earlier.

You found a nice quiet coffee shop near your hotel, not a Starbucks but a genuine coffee shop where they took pride in making their drinks as opposed to pumping as many of them out each hour as they could. You get a latte and settle down in a seat near a window at the back of the coffee shop. It was only you and a couple of other people there as it was still fairly early. You figured this place doesn’t get super busy as it was fairly secluded from the main streets of LA and not a major franchise. You sat there for what felt like an hour sifting through photos and 2 coffees and a scone later you were finally ready to start editing. As you eject your SD card and put it back in your camera you look up to see a brunette walking through the door of the coffee shop.

You were honestly stunned by this human being. She was beautiful in every way imaginable Her smile, her hair, her eyes, oh my gosh her nose. She had the most perfect nose. You knew you had to take a photo to add to your LA collection of portraits so you turned your camera on and started focusing your lens as she had her coffee order taken. You snapped a few photos and while your head was looking down at the tiny screen on your DSLR you hear someone talking.

“Hello.” A beautiful thick British accent says. “Hello? Hi.”

You look up not realizing she was talking to you. “Oh– Hi! Sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking to me.” You say with a smile.

“Yeah uh, sorry, but I was just wondering if you could not post those?”

“Post?” You respond confused.

“Yeah, the pictures? You were taking photos of me, right? Sorry, I just, I know it’s your job as paparazzi to take photos and sell or post them but I have successfully kept this coffee shop one of my quiet places when I come to visit LA and I would like to keep it that way.” She says in a genuine tone.

Did you take a photo of a famous person and you didn’t even realize that they were famous?

“OH! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude–”

“No, no, it’s okay. Like I said, I know it’s your job–”

“No!” You abruptly cut her off. “Sorry, I just, I’m not a paparazzi.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I um, I’m just a photographer and I have this small little passion project thing I do where I take pictures of people that stand out to me when I travel around the world. It’s sort of like a side thing I do for personal enjoyment. Otherwise, I’m shooting architecture.”

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to assume, it’s just been a really crazy week with people following me around and this is the one place I come to get away from it all.”

“No, I totally understand. I can delete the photos if you’d like?” You say as you turn your screen towards her and show her the raw photo you took.

“No that won’t be– Woah. That’s a great photo. You took that just now?”

“Yeah.” You say with a smile.

“That’s amazing work uh…”

“y/n.”

“y/n. That’s amazing work y/n. Also, you have a beautiful name I must say. I’m Florence by the way.”

“It’s nice to meet you Florence.”

“It’s lovely to meet you.”

“FLORENCE!” You hear yelled from behind her as the barista holds up her drink.

“Looks like that's me, it was nice chatting with you.”

“And you!”

You continue to edit your photos as she turns around and walks to get her coffee, thinking that was the end of that interaction when suddenly you hear, “Hey again, would you mind actually if I sat down and watched you edit some photos?”

“Yeah of course!” You say in an eager tone. It’s not often that someone shows this much interest in your work.

“I took these when I travelled to Venice about a month ago.” You say, showing her the different portraits you took on your trip.

“Wow. y/n, you have some serious talent love. Do you sell prints or anything of your work?”

“Not really, not too many people are interested. I live in a really small apartment with my best friends in New York and it is seriously overpriced and working as a photographer isn’t really cutting it. When I head back after this trip I think I’m going to have to get a different job and just do photography as a hobby.”

“Nonsense! That’s ridiculous. You need to be taking photos y/n! Your work is just amazing, you have a great eye and I think I know someone who would agree.”

“I have an ex-boyfriend, his name is Zach Braff, we are still close but I know he would love your work and he’s actually working in New York right now.”

“Sorry…Zach Braff? Like the popular actor from Scrubs? You dated him?”

Florence just sort of chuckles at your response. “Yes.”

“Oh my gosh, Florence, I feel terrible, I feel like I should recognize you but I’m so sorry nothing is coming to mind. Is there something I might have seen you in?”

“It’s okay! It’s honestly refreshing meeting someone who isn’t talking to me just because I’m famous.”

“Well, I must say, you are quite lovely to talk to.”

Her cheeks turn a shade of red at your kind words.

“Well, thank you. You are too and I’d love to hire you to do some work for me. Your stuff is seriously amazing. Plus, I’m heading to New York to shoot a movie next week so if we exchange contact info we could maybe meet up?”

“Sure! That would be amazing. Thank you so much.”

“Of course. Oh, and to answer your question, I haven’t been in too much…not sure if you are a Marvel fan but I do play one character in that universe. Yelena Belova, Natasha Romanoff's sister.”

Your eyes feel like they grow three times in size and blood is rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Oh– There it is aha.” She says. “Looks like something clicked.”

“Okay, well. Now I feel even worse for not recognizing you. I want to say the new hair and different accent is what messed me up but honestly, that’s just totally on me. I am so sorry. But! I did love you in Black Widow and Hawkeye.” You say with a grin.

“Thank you. I hope this doesn’t change anything between us? I just want you to see me as the same old Florence, the person that you randomly met in a coffee shop and not famous actor Florence.”

“Yes, of course. Besides, it was your natural beauty that had me taking pictures of you in the first place.” You say with a cheeky grin and in a teasing tone.

“Oh stop it,” Florence responds giving you a little nudge on your arm that causes the two of you to start laughing. “You’re not too shabby yourself y/n.”

You felt yourself blushing again at Florence lightly flirting with you. You look up at her and just for a second get lost in her eyes as the sun was coming through the window just right.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah! Sorry. I just um, zoned out.”

“No problem, I was just asking for your number.”

“Oh my number! Yes, for sure, sorry let me write it down for you.” You pause for a second in place. “Actually Flo, could I um, could I take another photo of you? I just, I have this vision that I’m seeing right now.”

“Oh? Yes! For sure. Let me see the master at work.” She says with a chuckle.

You pull out your camera again and take a few scoots backwards in your chair as you pull the viewfinder up to your face. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw how beautiful she looked with the sun naturally highlighting her face. She noticed your smile behind the camera which caused a big one to come across her face. She was grinning ear to ear.

“You look beautiful Flo.”

Her cheeks are then brought out more in these photos as they turn a light shade of pink from your compliment. Her nose scrunches up and she shows more teeth in her smile and it was one of the best photos you have ever taken. You pull the camera down from your face and lock eyes with her. You had this feeling in your stomach, absolute butterflies. You were falling for this random girl in a coffee shop you had just met that apparently just so happened to also be a movie star. You moved back towards her and she leaned towards you a little and the two of you were extremely close to one another's faces.

“Are you guys all done with these?” A waitress asked pointing to your mugs and plates causing you two to practically jump backwards from one another.

“Uh, yeah, yes, sorry, yes please take them.” You say.

She grabs your plates and as she walks away the two of you make eye contact and just burst out laughing from mild embarrassment.

The two of you exchange contact information and Florence walks you back to your hotel around the corner.

“Well y/n, it was lovely meeting you and I can’t wait to do work with you in the future. Oh, and I will be sure to pass your information along to Zach too.”

“Thanks so much, Flo and it was great to meet you too…sorry again for not recognizing you.”

She just chuckles. “It’s no problem. As I said, I’m just a girl you met in a coffee shop.”

A warm smile comes across your face as she leans in to hug you goodbye.

You head back up to your room and as you open the door you were feeling absolutely love-struck like you were floating in your own world.

“So, where are our coffees?” You hear one of your friends say.

“Shit– Sorry guys.”

The two of them just look at you with the most exhausted expressions.

“If it’s any consolation, I think I just met the love of my life.” You say.

They both perk up with interest as you sit down and explain to them everything that happened. Once you were done, they both decided to go and get ready as your phone binged. You look down to see a newly added contact pop up.

“Hey, it’s Flo! It really was lovely meeting you today, I hope that we can meet up again in New York and maybe not just for work or coffee next time? ;) p.s. Send me the pic you took of me!! Your work needs to be shared with the world!”

Reading this text brought all the butterflies back to your stomach. You couldn’t wait for the adventure that awaited you when you got home.

– The End –

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years

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desperate || c.sc x reader

Summary: the first time seungcheol fucks you raw (sponsored by irresponsible decisions)

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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additional warnings: oral (m receiving), choking, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (bathroom), creampies

“Baby,” Seungcheol groaned against your neck in an attempt to get your attention, but if you’d heard him you were choosing to ignore him as you continued to grind down onto his lap with your head buried in his shoulder. “Baby,” he tried again, “I don’t have a condom.”

He was still desperately rifling through his wallet with one hand and digging through the pockets in his jeans with the other in the hollow hope that maybe he’d find one.

He always carried condoms with him, he had since before you had started dating. How the hell was he missing one now- then it dawned on him. Last month, at that bar back in London when you had been wearing nothing under your tight black skirt and he just had to have you… god damn it, Cheol, he thought to himself. He had used the last one then, when he fucked you in the bathroom that night. But now you were the needy one and he couldn’t even take the edge off for you.

Despite the circumstances at hand, Seungcheol’s body was reacting accordingly to your actions. His cock was straining against his jeans and he was almost positive you could feel his erection against your thigh. And if your moans were any indication, he was right.

He sighed into your shoulder, and used his hands to still your hips. Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout momentarily before you began pressing languid kisses to his neck, sucking hickeys right underneath his jaw.

“Y/n, I-I don’t have a condom,” Seungcheol stuttered out again and pushed on your shoulders to make sure you heard him this time.

“I don’t care,” you whined, slumping forward onto your boyfriend in defeat. “I want you so bad.”

“I know, darling,” he said in a hushed whisper, trying to ignore the way your hips were still rocking instinctively on top of his.

If you were at home it wouldn’t be such a big deal. Seungcheol could just pop out to the shops and be back within the hour with enough condoms to go as many rounds as you wanted. But you were all the way in Monaco at the F1 Grand Prix- it wasn’t like you could just come and go as you pleased, once your ticket was scanned at the beginning of the day you were stuck there because the no re-entry policy was strictly enforced at all exits. You’d learned that the hard way on the first day.

When asked later, your friends would claim not to know where you and Seungcheol had run off to. But everyone knew. You were a bit infamous for bathroom quickies, hence that night at the bar last month, and you had been before Cheol was in the picture. Bars, restaurants, movie theaters, clubs, and department stores were all fair game to you. Today was no different. Seungcheol was sitting on the counter with his back pressed against the mirror in one of the racetrack’s tiny, one-person facilities and you were straddling his lap.

Everything had been going routinely when Seungcheol broke the news and you felt your heart (or rather, your pussy) shatter into a million pieces. He just looked so goddamn good in that pink shirt with his hair slicked back like that… fuck. And the way he’d been acting this weekend, so casually confident with his friends and the racers, it brought out something primal in you.

“You want my fingers?” Seungcheol offered, holding up the middle and ring fingers on his left hand.

You shook your head. “Just want you.”

He chuckled lightly and brushed your hair out of your eyes. You knew you were being a brat, but you were too desperate to care.

“I know, but I already told you-”

“I don’t care that you don’t have a condom,” you sighed. “Just go without.”

Seungcheol blinked at you in surprise. “Wha- are you sure?”

In all the time that you had been dating, you and Seungcheol had never had sex without protection. It wasn’t that you were opposed to the idea, you were on the pill, but you had always been overly cautious and you and Seungcheol had never really… talked about it before.

“Y/n?” You had fallen silent.

“Hm?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You could only nod at first before you could verbalize.

“I need to hear you say it,” he murmured, voice an octave lower than it had been a second ago.

“I’m sure,” you managed, “please, Cheol.”

He smirked, biting his lip. “Of course, baby.”

You pushed yourself off of him and watched as he unfastened his belt. Your mouth watered as he pulled at the button and zipper on his jeans and you thought for a brief moment about how pathetic you were.

But as soon as Seuncheol had freed himself from his pants you found yourself not caring anymore. The humiliation burning in your cheeks melted back into want and you felt the temperature in your whole body rise a degree or two.

Seungcheol pushed his jeans down to where they sat bunched around his thighs and looked at you expectantly.

“Ready, angel?” he asked, dark eyes giving you a onceover.

It wasn’t often that you were the one fully clothed and Seungcheol was the one exposed to you, but on the rare occasion it did happen you liked to take advantage of it.

“Wait, can I?” Your gaze fell to his lap and he cursed.

“Always.”

You smiled and licked your lips as you bent over to take him into your mouth. Seungcheol wasn’t the biggest you’d ever had, but his cock was still able to hit the back of your throat, which you loved. You suppressed your gag reflex as best you could while you sucked him off, feeling the arousal simmering in your stomach multiply tenfold just because of how full your mouth was. He brought a fist to his lips and bit down on his hand to stifle his moans, tangling his other hand in your hair.

He twirled your hair around his fingers into a makeshift ponytail and tugged gently. You moaned around his cock and took him even deeper so that the tip of your nose was pressed against his pelvis.

“God, y/n,” Seungcheol groaned, bucking his hips upwards into your mouth. “Sorry,” he grunted.

“S’okay,” you said with a smile, still somehow managing to keep your pace.

“So desperate for my cock, you’d take it any way you can get it, huh?”

You whined in response and nodded your head. You heard him laugh, then choke when you pulled off of him. He scowled at you as you licked a stripe from the base of his cock, along the vein, to the head, before taking him fully in your mouth again, making him throw his head back in pleasure.

“Stop, stop, I’m close,” he warned and pulled you off his cock by your hair.

If you weren’t so intent on having him inside you you would’ve finished him off there. He looked so hot like that- jaw clenched with restraint, stomach taught and firm, even under his shirt. And the way he looked down at you while you sucked his dick, fuck.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and leaned in to kiss your boyfriend on the lips. He met you halfway and pressed his lips to yours, smiling into the kiss. The taste of champagne lingered on his lips.

“C’mon, baby,” Seungcheol grunted and motioned for you to climb on top of him.

You did just that and hiked your skirt higher up on your thighs, pushing your panties to the side so that he could have easy access to you.

You reached for him and used your knees to brace yourself on the counter before he held out a hand to stop you.

“Wait,” he said breathlessly, “let me taste you first.”

You watched as reached a hand under your skirt and used two of his fingers to collect your arousal before bringing them to his lips and sucking it off. When he was satisfied with his work he offered the same two fingers to you.

“Open,” he instructed.

You sucked his fingers into your mouth as he’d asked and moaned around them, which might have been a little over the top, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Seungcheol retracted his fingers after a couple seconds and kissed you again, cupping your face with both of his hands. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you whimpered. You could taste yourselves on each other’s lips, but as you continued to make out they became indiscernible, a mix of both of you. All you knew was that you couldn’t get enough.

Seungcheol struggled to pop the first few buttons on your shirt, but eventually got the hang of it, and unbuttoned the rest with ease, exposing your chest to the cold air.

“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of your tits,” he whispered, mostly to himself.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his shoulder lightly. “Cheol, stop teasing me,” you begged.

Your entire body ached. You were clenching around nothing at this point and it was torture. You needed something inside of you right that minute and if Seungcheol wouldn’t give it to you your own fingers would have to suffice.

“I’m not teasing you,” he insisted earnestly.

“Then fuck me already!”

He smirked for what felt like the millionth time and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re going to have to keep your voice down if you don’t want us to get caught, darling. Do you think you can do that?”

You nodded fervently, knowing it was a boldfaced lie. Seungcheol knew it too- you had literally just been yelling at him to fuck you seconds earlier, but you were already this far and he’d made you wait so long already.

“C’mere,” he said lowly and put a hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. “Spit,” he commanded and held out his hand for you. You spat into his palm and watched as he used his hand to pump his cock a couple of times, ensuring that it was lubricated enough for you to take comfortably.

He then lined himself up with you and held back a groan as you sank down onto his cock. You sighed in relief at the feeling and wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. You stayed there like that for a minute or so, not moving, just enjoying how full you felt.

Seungchel always felt good inside of you, but like this… without discomfort of the condom, without the resistance of the rubber or the texture of the latex, without anything in between you… it was indescribable. You could feel every vein, every curve of Cheol’s cock. You could feel his pulse in your pussy and the sensation was enough to make you forget how to speak.

“G-god,” you gasped.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Seungcheol muttered through clenched teeth.

“Feels so good,” you mumbled.

Seungcheol managed a smile and brushed your hair out of your face. His smile faltered when you began to ride him without warning and he choked out your name along with a string of profanities.

You rocked your hips forward to meet Cheol’s over and over again, moaning quietly every time the head of his cock brushed your g-spot. It wasn’t long before Seungcheol was doing most of the work, slamming into you like his life depended on it. It was actually impressive, how hard he was fucking you in the position he was in. He was sitting upright with all of your weight on top of him and was still railing you like it was nothing.

“Is this what you wanted?” Seungcheol asked, voice low and gravelly. “For me to fuck you like a slut?” You could only nod. “Answer me,” he demanded. “Are you such a desperate fucking cockslut that you couldn’t wait a few more hours like a good girl?”

“Yes!” you cried.

Seungcheol brought a hand to your throat and wrapped his fingers around it, rubbing his thumb along your pulsepoint. He squeezed lightly, smiling darkly when your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” he asked, knowing you were close.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Do you think you can be quiet?”

“Yes. Please, Cheol-”

“Please what?”

“Please can I cum? I-I need to cum, fuck!”

You fell over the edge before your boyfriend could respond, not even allowing him the chance to get a word in before your entire body was overcome by waves of pleasure. Your vision went white as you rode out your orgasm and Seungcheol held onto you tightly the whole time, whispering praises in your ear as you came down even though you knew you were in for it later.

Your thighs were still trembling when the aftershocks had finally subsided and you gave Seungcheol a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby,” he assured you. “I made you wait long enough.”

“You were teasing me! I knew it!”

He kissed you chastely on the lips and winked. “Couldn’t resist. You’re so fucking hot when you’re desperate.”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did.”

“And if I remember correctly, you haven’t come yet. I could always leave you hanging-”

“No! No, I’m sorry,” he apologized hastily.

You laughed and pushed his curls out of his face as you began to ride him again, ignoring your own arousal still burning in your stomach. Seungcheol cursed, letting you know that he was right there on the edge.

“Where do you want me to cum? Your mouth? Your chest?” You didn’t answer and leaned down to kiss his neck instead. “Baby, I can’t,” he rasped, “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“I want you to,” you whispered.

“What?”

“I want you to cum inside me, Cheol. Want you to fill me up-” your pleas were cut off with a moan as Seungcheol came and you felt him tense underneath you as spurt after spurt of cum filled your cunt. If you thought you had felt full before-

You threw your head back at the feeling and helped your boyfriend ride out his high. It wasn’t enough to make you cum a second time, but the way his cock throbbed inside of you, the way he clenched his jaw and bit his lip as he came… it certainly… sparked something within you.

Seungcheol was out of breath by the time he could open his eyes again and when he did he smiled at you from underneath messy hair and hooded eyelids, completely blissed out. He pulled out of you slowly, watching his cum drip out of you and onto the counter.

He turned around and snatched a few paper towels from the dispenser on the opposite wall and handed half the stack to you while he used the other half to wipe down the counter.

“What a gentleman,” you said sarcastically as you used the towels to clean yourself off. You knew when you stood up there would likely be more dripping down your legs, and that was if you could stand, but you would have to cross that bridge when you got to it.

“And they say romance is dead,” he quipped back cheekily, holding his hand out for your half of the used paper towels.

“Can’t imagine why.”

You watched from the counter as he threw them away and washed his hands. He pulled a couple more paper towels from the dispenser and wet them in the sink before making his way back over to you and just tossing them between your open legs.

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itstheimpossibledream · 3 years

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Superuncle

Word Count:1836

Pairing: Henry xOFC educator

Warning: Smut,Size kink

Summary :Henry's nephew is convinced he's superman and the teacher has warned him that telling 'tall tales' is incredibly unethical. However, when he brings his uncle to class you are forced to eat your words...and more??

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"I'm so sorry I - I " Henry cuts you off.

"It's really quite alright. I'm sure he usually is exaggerating in class." he chuckles more to himself than to you, but you find it endearing that he's quirky enough to laugh that hard at his own words, or was it nerves? You couldn't pretend as though you hadn't seen the movie with your friends and drooled over his body but, if an incredibly good-looking , movie star uncle was indeed related to a kid in your class this was the first time the PTA moms had neglected to fill you in on some juicy gossip. You reached for the lock on your bike, you had to admit it wasn't the most impressive ride but, it got you where you needed to be without wasting the gas money.

"If you need a lift I drove Tom to school today so ...." He trailed off but, whether he had out of humility or not, You knew better than to deny a moviestar offering to spend time with you.

"O - uh sure. Can I throw my bike in the back?" Before you knew it, he was lifting the bike into the truck as though it was nothing. You admired the movement of the muscles in his back, through his shirt as he swung his arms back to his sides. He must have noticed you were staring but, clearly didn't mind as he opened the passenger side door for you.

You could feel your nerves propelling you through the car ride , knowing you were talking a mile-a-minute but also much to embarrassed to stop. You directed him, and eventually , he pulled up to your house. The truck roared into the driveway and you watched as he gingerly lowered your bike from the bed and wheeled it into your garage.

"So how long have you lived here?" he furrowed his brow as he asked, looking up at the house.

"O I started teaching there right after college,moved into this house maybe a year later?Four years." you say looking at him, stopping yourself from rambling as you push your key into the door knob.

"Would you ummm- like to come in for a drink or something ?" You watched as the corner of his mouth upturned. The silence broke as you clicked the lock open.

"After you." he bellowed, you felt a jump in your stomach at his acceptance of your offer. The heft of the door swung behind you and he caught it, closing it gently. You set your bag down on the table and walk to the kitchen. Reaching for the glasses you push up on the counter, you feel him steady your hips as you come down with the first glass. A million things flash through your mind but, the most prevalent is that he is touching you. A very hot movie star is touching you. You roll back up on your toes to grab the second glass, and his hands move lower this time. He moves towards your crotch, rubbing you through your pants and it's clear that he wasn't just assisting you , he was making a move. It was so subtle,possibly practiced but still incredibly hot.

"Is this okay?"his deep baritone begged the question as he whispered it into your hair, never stopping the movement of his hand. You barely managed to exhale “ummmhmmm” while nodding your head , your breath had completely caught in your throat. He must have felt you tense up because he followed up with "We can stop whenever you want." it was genuine, you could tell that.You angled your head to the side so that you could see him, you looked right into his beautiful blue eyes.

"I don't want you to stop. " you whispered back to him breathlessly, leaning in to catch his lips in yours. With that, he kissed you back, moving his hands to undo your pants and slide his hand into your underwear. He pushed a thick finger into you and he laughed at the noise his touch made you illicit. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers pushed their way inside of you. You swayed your hips in an attempt to shimmy out of your pants. He noticed and bent down, helping to get the pants over your feet. You both chuckle as he struggles, pulling the pants off.

"God you're gorgeous." he said as he bends you over the counter roughly, you hear him fumbling with his belt but nothing really registers until you feel him sliding his thickness along the outside of your entrance. You allow yourself to moan out again and he grabs your hair up into one hand, pulling your head back, mouth kissing the sky.

"You're such a good girl for me" his voice was low and gravelly. "spread your legs more for me." he whispers, controlling your body with commands over and over again. Not waiting for you to do it as much as he was telling you that he was going to move you. As he lifted your leg, you could feel that he was able to line up and easily slide into you. You couldn't help yourself, you exhaled into all the all the sexual tension that had been between you.

"I love that sound." he smirked, you turned your head as far as you could to see his dark curls moving in rhythm as he pumped into you.

"Just like that baby, you're taking me so well." You could feel the butterflies in your stomach jumping at his praise.You groaned again as you shifted your position allowing him deeper inside you. Despite your intent of not seeming easy you moaned loudly, unable to control yourself.

"Please..........please." you begged him, to which he responded by cupping your hip and driving into you slower. He must have felt that it was to much for you to take.Because his pace slowed even more as he lowered his mouth to your ear again saying " I want you to go lay on the bed with your legs open for me okay princess?" He carefully pulled out of you,your legs were wobbly as you peeled your chest off of the granite countertop. "Go now." he said smacking your ass and urging you in the direction of the hallway. You moved as quickly as your legs could carry you, unabashedly letting out a light giggle on the way. As you laid down you could feel his eyes on you. You spread your legs, trailing your hand down to your core , your fingers moved gingerly as he watched you, rubbing yourself closer and closer to your climax. He stood to the side of your bed, working himself over in his large hand. Taking in his body, the expanse of chest and abs coupled with the faint beginning of hair curling on his chest was driving you insane. His hand seemed so big, and you were mesmerized by his body.

"Do you want me to fuck you again?"

"Yes.Yes-" you cut off realizing you sounded more eager than you had intended to. He moves to the bed, hovering over you he lifts your chin and kisses you for the first time. It's exploratory but simple, his lips work slow and sweetly,almost as if he doesn't want to push you. Which feels weird considering he'd already been inside you. But, in your own bed doing missionary like a couple that actually knew each other was more intimate, you respected that he was treating it as such. He hummed into you as he deepened the kiss. When he rolled his cock into your hand you heard him let out a deep moan.

"Wait -wait. Do you have a condom?" he says stopping you. That is not at all what you had expected him say.

"Yeah." you nodded looking at him but, not moving, partly shocked that he had even asked.He looked in the direction of your nightstand and you nodded again. He opened the drawer, found the condom and tore it open effortlessly. You resumed rubbing yourself under him and he groaned as he rolled the condom on watching you.

"You're a very slutty teacher" he smirked, lining himself up again at your entrance.

"Maybe I just don't see the point in using a condom after the fact." you chuckled.

"Maybe I want you to think I'm a nice guy,a good girl like you wouldn't let me fuck again if I wasn't responsible." you chuckled at his response, and he immediately pushed into you. You gasped at the pressure and he put a hand on your lower abdomen. You could tell he was enjoying how your muscles were moving to make space for him.

" Wearing a condom makes you responsible?" you managed to get out. “Even highschool boys can do that.”you press.

"Makes you think I am" he shrugged, wrapping your arms around his neck and lifting you up to face him. You could see right into his perfectly blue eyes were glued to yours as he watched your response to the new depth he found within your body.You craned your neck up to kiss him. Before long you had to break the kiss, the pressure in your abdomen simply becoming to much in building up to your orgasm. You ended up sharing his air as he rocked you into your orgams, your body shaking. You were loud and you didn't care. Once it was clear that you had hit your peak he began driving into you quickly,grunting loudly. His speed lacked nothing as he managed to push you over the edge again, this time with him.

You breathe him in, not breaking eye contact.Memorizing the slight winces in his face as he emptied himself into you.

"Holy shit- holy shit." you exhale between deep breaths. He runs a hand through his hair and begins laughing, his canines shining in the afternoon light, perfectly slotted between your shades.

“Holy shit is right.”he exhales, chest heaving again. You watch the rise and fall of the small curly hairs on his chest, wishing to touch him but, not knowing if that would be okay yet.You settled for rolling onto your back and covering your face in your hands.

“You alright? Did I do something wrong ?” He asks calmly awaiting your reply. When you remove you arm, you see him hovering above you, a palette of concern painting his face.

“I just-I usually don’t sleep with someone as soon as I….” you trail off into a mumble and he leans in , kissing you and silencing your worries. His hand encases your throat, as he moves it up to clutch your jaw.

”You don’t have to worry about that love.Your secret’s safe with me.”He pecked you on the lips again and wrapped you up in his arms. It was oddly easy being held by him, and you allowed yourself to be lost in him, effortlessly.

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