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jobean12-blog · 1 month
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This Spells Love
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Best friends to lovers)
Word Count: 2,782
Summary: Bucky is your best friend and he really is the best but he wants more, he wants everything, but the idea that it could ruin your friendship and he could lose you is too much...
Author's Note: This is for @the-slumberparty February Sleepover Challenge, Eight Types of Love and Philia (deep friendshp-friends to lovers). Our reader is a bit oblivious to Bucky's feelings but it all works out just fine in the end. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!
Warnings: lots of fun and fluff and sweetness and Bucky being the best and some tension and a bit of flirty fun too, slightly oblivious reader.
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The groan Bucky lets loose makes you spin your head to look at him.
“Did you say something?” you ask, trying to speak loud enough over the din of the bar.
He shakes his head no and digs his teeth into his bottom lip when you smile and shift again in his lap, turning back to your group of friends. Every time you move it’s sweet torture but he can’t seem to keep himself away…and besides, there are no empty seats…he can’t let you stand and you wouldn’t want him to stand…so sitting in his lap it is!
His fingers dig into your thigh and you turn to face him again.
“Are you sure?” you ask, searching his face.
“Yeah, doll. All good.”
Steve shoots Bucky a smirk and Bucky shoots back a steady death glare.
“Did I miss something?” you ask Nat, who’s sitting to your left.
She just smiles and takes a sip of her drink.
You can feel Bucky’s warm breath on your neck before he speaks.
“You want another doll face?” he asks.
With a pensive tilt of your head you pause before telling him, “yeah, one more.”
“I’ll be right back,” he whispers against your ear.
He deposits you in the seat and walks toward the bar.
You instantly feel his absence and fiddle with your empty glass. You listen to Steve and Sam argue about their last run time while Nat and Wanda chime in, teasing both boys but the conversation starts to fade away when you feel the weight of Bucky’s eyes and you look toward the bar to catch him staring.
He waves awkwardly and you giggle.
“I’ll be right back,” you say to the table.
When you reach the bar Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up in question.
“You looked bored,” you shrug.
“Thanks doll,” he winks.
There are even more people by the bar and they continue to crowd around you, pushing to get closer. When someone bumps you particularly hard Bucky pins them with a murderous stare before he slips his metal arm around your waist and pulls you in front of him.
He settles both hands on the bar top on either side of you and leans his chin on your shoulder.
“Too many people,” he explains as his hard chest presses into your back.
You snuggle into the safety of his arms and wait for your drink.
“Are you ever gonna say something to her man?” Sam asks Bucky as they stand outside the bar with Steve.
You, Wanda and Nat are in the bathroom.
“About what?” Bucky asks with an incredulous expression.
Sam rolls his eyes and Steve’s hands land on his hips.
“Buck,” Steve sighs. “You’re torturing yourself.”
“No I’m not,” Bucky counters. “Not having her at all would be torture.”
His last words come out quietly and Sam and Steve give each other a knowing look.
“Well, I still think you should do something…say something…she might feel the same way. What have you got to lose?” Sam asks.
“Everything,” Bucky answers as he watches you come out the door and back to his side.
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As you walk down the street toward your apartment building you can feel Bucky staring so you give him a sideways glance.
“It’s the shoes, isn’t it?” he demands when he catches your eye.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say and lift your chin.
“This always happens at the end of the night doll face. You wear these shoes and they hurt your feet and then I’m supposed to just watch you suffer.”
 “I have a solution,” you chime with a determined smile.
He stops walking to watch as you slip off your shoes and place your bare feet back onto the sidewalk with a contented sigh.
When you see Bucky’s scowl it makes your smile widen. “What’s the problem now Barnes?”
“Put them back on doll. You’re going to step on something like broken glass or worse…”
You spin away with a breeze and start walking again but before you get very far your feet leave the ground and you’re cradled against his chest.
“You were put on his Earth to drive me crazy; you know that doll face?”
“I’m not sorry about it,” you whisper into the collar of his shirt. “Does that make me a bad person?”
You giggle when you feel his huff of frustration.
“No. You could never be a bad person.”
As you nuzzle closer and inhale his familiar scent you express a quiet, “thank you,” before yawning.
“Too tired for the stars tonight?” he asks as his arms flex to heft you higher.
“No! I love when we look at the stars.” You tilt your head back and look at the sky. “It’s a clear night too.”
“Don’t you like it?” you ask, bringing your eyes back to his.
“I love it,” he says. “Just like I love when you practice new baking recipes and I get to taste test them all.”
“That’s fun for me too except that you say you like everything I bake! It can’t all be that good.”
You lay a soft hand against his scruffy cheek and the corner of his mouth kicks up.
“It’s all that good,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Well the next time my macaroons don’t have good feet you better speak up Buck!”
“Macarons have feet…not macaroons…big difference,” he says.
You hum against his neck with a smile. “I know that. Just making sure were paying attention.”
His hold on you tightens slightly and he looks down just as your eyes start to close.
He’s always paying attention.
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Bucky slows his steps and turns on his heels, watching as Sam and Steve approach.
“Man you two are slow today,” he teases.
Steve purses his lips and throws a thumb in Sam’s direction. “I’m just trying to keep this one company.”
Sam grunts out a string of curses and plops down on the nearby bench.
“I can’t stand either of you,” Sam says between catching his breath.
“I have to make a phone call,” Bucky states as he saunters off for some privacy.
He presses your name on the screen and puts it to his ear.
“Hiya doll face,” he says when you pick up.
“Hi Buck!”
“Are you on your way home yet?”
“I am.”
“Pizza?”
“Sure, I’m starving…”
“Me t…”
“Of course you are,” you cut in. “You’re always hungry.”
He laughs. “Well I did just finish a run.”
“I’ll meet you at my place?” you ask.
“Sounds good, how much time do you need?”
You open your mouth to answer but the words die on your lips when your foot catches a crack on the sidewalk and you careen forward.
“Doll?” Bucky asks, “you still there?”
He hears scuffling but you still don’t answer.
“Doll?”
His heart beats faster the longer you don’t reply and instinctively his feet start to carry him toward your workplace.
“Where are you goin’?” Sam asks as Bucky runs by.
“Everything ok?” Steve asks.
“I gotta go,” is all Bucky says as he starts jogging.
He’s already half way to you when you pick your phone up off the concrete and try to say hello. The screen is cracked and black and you curse under your breath.
“Bucky?” you say softly but your phone is dead.
You try to put pressure on your ankle but it hurts and with a wince you scoot backwards to avoid the foot traffic. You search the crowd, waiting for someone to stop and help but it isn’t until you see Bucky rush toward you that you feel true relief.
He’s at your side, kneeling on the concrete and running his eyes over every inch of you. He’s sweaty and breathing heavily and one of the most welcoming sights you’ve ever seen.
“Thank fuck,” he breathes out. “I was worried sick.”
You start to say you’re sorry but he interrupts you.
“You tripped didn’t you?” he asks.
You nod.
“How?”
“My foot…got stuck. I don’t even know.”
He stares at you blankly before pinching the bridge of his nose. When he opens his mouth to speak you clap a hand over it.
“I know…I’m clumsy and I have to be more careful…just take me home.”
His expression softens.
“Of course doll, it’s a good thing I’m here.”
“It is,” you echo. “I’m glad you’re here.”
He gently brushes his fingers over your ankle, inspecting it.
“Come on doll. Let’s get some ice on this.”
When you reach the door of your apartment Bucky props you up against his side, his hand secured around your waist and his fingers slipping under your shirt when he moves so you can get your keys.
He sucks in a breath at the contact and you give him a confused look.
“What happened?”
“Nothin’,” he answers, willing his fingers to stay put and not explore your soft skin. “Got your keys?”
“Right here,” you say and hand them over.
He unlocks the door and helps you inside.
“We forgot the pizza!” you say, whirling around and nearly falling over since you’re mostly supporting yourself on one leg.
He reaches out and snakes his arm around your waist again. “Woah, careful doll face.”
You place a palm on his chest and lean into him. “I’m hungry.”
“I’ll order a pizza right now. Don’t worry.”
“Order two. You practically eat a whole one yourself.”
“True,” he winks.
He pulls out his phone and starts to dial the pizza place.
“Wanna stay and watch a movie?” you ask.
His fingers pause and hover over the buttons as he looks up at you. “Which movie?”
“Hmm…how about Magic Mike?”
“Doll.”
“Alien?”
“You won’t sleep for weeks,” he says with a stern look.
“Fine! What about…” and you tap your chin.
“Notting Hill,” he suggests.
Your eyebrows shoot up. “Really?”
“Sure,” he shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. “Steve said I should watch it.”
You give him a wide smile and push from his grasp, limping toward your bedroom. Bucky watches until you safely sit yourself on the bed and then goes to the freezer to grab a frozen bag of vegetables.
“I can’t wait until the pizza gets here,” you sigh as you start to unbutton your shirt. He tries to focus on what you’re saying but when you pull the fabric from your shoulders and reveal the light camisole beneath he suddenly feels like a trapped animal needing to either pounce or run away at full speed.
“Will you put the movie on Buck? I don’t want to get up again.”
You collapse back onto the bed and needing the closest distraction he takes the bag of peas and places it on your ankle, adjusting it so it doesn’t fall.
“Thanks,” you say. “Don’t forget the movie Buck.”
He blinks at you several times. “You want to watch it in here? What about the couch?”
He gestures to himself. “Look at me. I can’t get in your bed like this. I’m a sweaty mess.”
“You smell good to me but if you want to shower, there are extra towels in the hall closet.”
You hear the water turn on a few minutes later and realize you’re thirsty so you peel yourself off the bed and limp to the kitchen, knowing Bucky will reprimand you when he realizes you got up without his help.
Once you have your water you go back to your bedroom and wait for the shower to turn off, closing your eyes briefly.
You don’t even realize you’ve lightly dozed off until you hear Bucky’s heavy tread on the wood floor. You open your eyes and see him standing in the doorway, filling the entire frame.
Shirtless. Skin still shiny with wetness and his jeans sitting low on his hips, revealing the V shape of his muscles. And then you drag your eyes higher and stare at his abs, now flexing as he lifts the towel and rubs it over his hair one last time.
His metal arm shines under the bright lights in your room, distracting you further but not enough to miss the droplet of water that escapes the swipe of the towel and rolls down his sharp jaw before sliding down his neck and between his pecs. It get’s lost somewhere in the valleys of his six pack but your eyes move down again, landing on the dark trail of hair below his belly button.
“Did you forget I was here doll face?” he asks.
The sound of his voice pulls you from your haze and your eyes shoot up to his.
“No…” you start. “I just…I don’t understand.”
“Understand what?”
“How?”
“Doll did you hit your head when you fell?”
“NO!” you answer far too loudly. “It’s not that. I’m fine. My ankle just hurts but I don’t understand how you have those abs.”
You motion to his stomach and he looks down.
“You eat whole pizzas!”
He throws his head back with a laugh and then drops the towel into your hamper. He’s still grinning when he rounds the bed and climbs in behind you, all his muscles flexing as he settles in.
“Yeah well, I run a lot…and you know the serum helps.”
Your laughter eases the tension a little but only until he places his hands beneath his head and stretches out, making your bed feel tiny.
“Why don’t you ever bring girls around Buck?”
Your question surprises both of you and your apology catches in your throat.
He sits up without warning and reaches for your glass of water, taking a long sip.
“Forget I asked,” you mumble. “I shouldn’t have.”
He shakes his head and takes another drink.
“Do you want me to bring girls around?”
Your immediate reaction is to inwardly scream NO! but instead you ask, “would we still be able to hang out like we do?”
“Probably not doll face,” he says and shifts closer. “Pretty sure you’d make any girl jealous.”
“Then no,” you whisper. “No girls.”
You look away with the admission and then blurt out.
“You smell like my bodywash now. Did you use my shampoo too?”
“Nah,” he murmurs. “Just used the bar soap.”
You face him again and then lean over to sniff his head.
“You definitely used it, don’t lie!”
Capitalizing on having you so close Bucky wraps his arm around you and draws you against his side. Your head lands on his shoulder and you instantly relax, feeling safe and warm.
“You smell good. I like it,” he murmurs.
“I like the way you smell better,” you say sleepily, mumbling something else incoherent before you start to doze off.
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You wake slowly and as the heaviness of sleep wears off you open your eyes to partial darkness and become acutely aware of the hum of anticipation that travels over your sensitized and warm skin. You feel taut and the building pressure between your legs makes you rub your thighs together.
Bucky’s steadying breath makes you turn in his arms, your chest brushing his. You can feel your pulse beat against your skin, pounding wildly all over your body.
For long seconds you study his face and then your eyes are obscured by your lashes when your gaze travels lower, over his bare chest and then even lower to the obvious bulge in his jeans.
“Bucky I…”
Your eyes lock for a fleeting moment and then his gaze drops to your mouth. He dips his head, running his nose along your jaw until his lips lightly brushing the skin of your cheek.
“If you want me to stop…tell me now.”
You say nothing, his delicate touch making your entire body tremble. Then his lips graze yours, just barely, the quick taste not nearly enough.
“Or now…”
Your eyes are closed and you make no sound.
He presses his lips to yours, softly at first, searching and waiting for you to react but when a moan gathers at the back of your throat it’s all the reassurance he needs and he sweeps his thumb across your cheek, cradling your face and angling your head for a deeper taste.
When he rolls his hips you feel the fullness of his arousal against your belly and your lips part on a gasp. A low growl rumbles in his chest and he pulls away to look at you.
“Is that for me?” you ask, still breathless.
“It’s all yours…if you want it.”
His eyes darken with the words and you see the heat in his intense gaze but it only makes you feel coveted and safe.
“I want you Bucky. I don’t want anyone but you.”
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@hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @goldylions @kmc1989 @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814
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semiweirdshipper · 10 months
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Slashers' as fathers with a child/reader. (Comfort drabbles for anyone like me who has daddy issues).
Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is less than ten years old (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.
I'm a little embarrassed that I made this but I can't deny that it does comfort me and make me feel better. If it makes you happy as well, then I'm glad. Thank you for reading. I hope you have a nice day.
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Freddy
He was sleeping in his bed when he felt something nudge his arm, the soft callings of your voice quickly rousing him from his slumber. "Daddy? Daddy, please wake up."
Paternal instincts demanding that he instantly wake to check and see if you were okay, Freddy sat up and opened his eyes. Immediately the sight of you standing beside the bed in your pajamas with a sad, frightened look on your face greeted him, and he reached out to gently brush a hand through your messy hair.
"What's the matter, sweetie? Is everything okay?" He asked, gazing around for potential danger.
You whimpered, your little hands anxiously fiddling together as you say sadly, "I... I had a nightmare and I... I got scared."
Relaxing a bit, Freddy sat up all the way in bed and lifted his arms out towards you, "Oh sweetie, come here."
Stepping forward and lifting your arms, you whimper whenever your dad pulled you sideways onto his lap and held you close. He kissed the top of your head and gently patted your back. "Thought I told you not to be having those?" He mumbled.
"I know, but... It was so scary and I-I didn't like it," You whined, burying yourself into the divine safety of his chest, his scent familiar and comforting.
"Shh, shh," Freddy rubbed soothing circles against your back while hugging you securely against him, always prepared to fight all of your demons away- even if your demons were as simple as nightmares. "It's okay, sweetie. You're alright. Daddy's got ya. Everything's gonna be okay."
"Ok..." You whisper, still snuggled against him. He was so comforting and safe. "Daddy? I'm thirsty. Will you get me some juice, please?"
"You want juice?" Freddy tickled your nose causing you to giggle, "Hm?"
"And a story?" You smile at him hopefully.
"And a story? Well, aren't you spoiled," Freddy smiled back and leaned down to nuzzle your forehead, "Sure, sweetie, let's get you some juice."
Grinning at his compliance, you lean forward and give him a big hug. He hugs you back, and it feels so nice and comforting that you feel as if you could go to sleep right then and there.
Freddy holds your hand as he takes you to the kitchen to get you some juice. Then he grabs a book from a shelf and sits down in his arm chair with you sitting in his lap with your blanket and juice in clutch. He reads to you the short story as many times as you want until you've finished your beverage and declared that you were tired again.
"Can I sleep with you, daddy? Please," You ask, fidgeting in the hopes that you wouldn't have to sleep in the dark alone by yourself again tonight.
Freddy doesn't have the heart to tell you "no", so he nods and ruffles your hair, "As long as you promise not to have anymore nightmares. Promise?"
"I promise, daddy," You say happily, crawling into bed with him and immediately going to snuggle into his chest, "I love you."
Freddy kisses your head and tucks you both in with a blanket, one arm wrapping around you to hold you against him. Warm, safe, and comfortable. "Love you too, sweetie. Now get some sleep and, this time, have 'good' dreams."
Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester
"Hey Les, you seen (y/n) around?" Bo asked as he approached Lester's truck.
Lester gave him a look that he came to dread. "Yeah, they're on back with Vincent. Why?"
Relieved by your assured safety, Bo placed his hands on his hips and stared hard at the ground. Guilt chewed on him like a hungry wolf, and shame became a permanent dark cloud hanging all around him. "I-I messed up, Les," He admitted, shaking his head.
Lester raised his eyebrows in suspicion, "What'a ya mean?"
"Yesterday, I... I messed up," Bo huffed, dragging a rough hand through his hair, "An' now they ain't talkin' to me, and I... I just... Uh."
"Oh, so that's why the little critter wanted to spend the night," Lester chuckled and petted his dog's head fondly, "An' here I was hopin' I was the new favorite uncle. Guess I ain't, huh?"
Bo ignored him as he thought about what happened yesterday. He had been angry for reasons unrelated to you, and when you had tried to get his attention he snapped and yelled at you. Even though "what" was all he yelled, he could still tell how much he scared you and hurt your feelings. Now you wouldn't go around him. Gosh, he didn't mean to do it, he just... He was just an idiot.
Lester frowned at him as if noticing his distress, "Well hell, if it's botherin' ya to the pits then why don't ya go talk to them? You are their daddy after all, ain't ya?"
Yes. Yes he was your dad. And no child should ever have to be afraid of their dad.
Making his ultimate decision, Bo adjusted his hat and began stomping away, "Gotta go."
He found you in the house eating snacks with Vincent. When you noticed he was there, you looked at him and then quickly bowed your head like... like you were afraid of him. And it broke Bo's heart. Good grief, what had he done?
Pulsing with regret, guilt and shame, Bo slowly approached you and knelt down beside your chair, "Hey there, little critter bug. What'cha eating?"
You were hesitant, keeping your face averted as you timidly mumble, "Grapes."
"Ooh, yummy, can I have some?" He lifted his hands out, uncertain of where and when he should start explaining himself.
Sadness and uncertainty decorated your face as you lifted out the bowl to him. Vincent seemed to understand what his brother was doing, and he stood up to leave and give you some privacy.
As he ate some grapes, Bo was surprised to hear you quietly ask, "Daddy... Are... Are you still mad at me?"
"Oh..." He straightened his posture, set the bowl aside and reached out to gently grasp your shoulder, "Oh, (y/n), I was never mad at ya, I just... I was just havin' a bad day and I..."
Bo sighed, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently in reassurance, "Look, critter bug, I didn't mean to yell at ya, and I definitely ain't mad at ya. I just... Daddy made a mistake, and I'm so, so sorry, (y/n). I promise... I'll never yell at you again. I promise."
Your eyes glistened as you looked at him as if in debate. Bo's throat was dry as he waited for your reaction, the negativity and guilt nearly driving him insane.
Instead of saying anything, you spread your arms and lift them upwards. Bo sighed quietly in relief and went to scoop you into his arms, his aching chest slowly beginning to calm down. He still felt guilty for how he made you feel, and he wasn't lying when he promised that he would never ever make you feel that way again.
Michael + Aunt Laurie
You were both trick-or-treating and having a good evening on Halloween. Michael alternated between carrying you on his back, on his hip, or simply holding your hand while walking. It warmed his heart to see how happy and excited you were, your candy-bag becoming overloaded with sweet treats.
He decided to stop at Lauries for a quick break and some refreshment. You ran back out while he was still inside. It only felt like a minute before he followed your footsteps and soon came to a scene that made his blood boil and his eyes widen.
You were laying on your back against the sidewalk, small, frightened cries spilling from your lips. In the direction you were staring, Michael caught a glimpse of a group of teenagers quickly running away. They must have done something to you. But what?
"D-daddy," You cried as he quickly walked over to you, and you skittered to get to your feet.
Michael barely got to check you over for damage before you were wrapping your arms around his waist and crying into his belly. "They pushed me and stole my candy," You whined loudly against him, "I-I just wanted to be friends, b-b-but they stole my candy. Ehh, daddy, daddy, what do I do? They stole my candy."
Anger invaded every nerve within Michael's body as he held you close protectively. How dare anyone treat you this way. How could they? You were the nicest, sweetest little angel. What was their problem? Michael's eyes burned with the memory of those teenage scum and the direction they fled.
Hearing your loud sniffles, Michael gently coaxed you back and knelt down. Slipping off his mask, he reached out, cupped your cheek and used his jumpsuit sleeve to wipe away your tears and snot. Then he used sign-language to ask if you were okay.
You nodded and cried in great sadness, "But they stole my candy. Wh-why did they do that, daddy? I-I just wanted to be friends."
Michael quickly explained to you how those teenagers were obviously bullies. This same experience happened to him too when he was your age. Everything was going to be alright. They would get you more candy. Calm down. Everything was going to be alright.
Slowly you began to calm down, your sobs and whines diminishing. Michael pulled you into his arms and hauled you against his hip so that he could take you into the house. You stayed attached to him the whole time, and he refused to let you go. Frustration still burned inside him, and he was overwhelmed with the urge to protect and comfort you/his child.
Laurie was there to save the day, thankfully, offering you all of the candy she hadn't yet given out and putting on a fun movie for you to watch.
You were snuggled up against your dad on the couch, your mood significantly eased as he rubbed your head and back and offered you pieces of candy. For the most part you forgot about the incident, but Michael certainly hadn't.
Let's just say that, by tomorrow, you would have your stolen candy back.
Hannibal
He had taken a leave of absence from work so that he could better take care of you while you were sick. It wasn't anything serious; just a small cold. The nurse from your school had sent you home earlier due to a sore throat and a fever. Hannibal had rushed to get you as quickly as he could.
Once he got you home, he had you take a bath and get dressed into your pajamas. You complained of throat and stomach pain, and you had irritated sinuses. He gave you some medication and told you to lie down while he made you some special soup that would soothe your tummy.
As he was cooking, he heard your tiny footsteps echoing from the hallway, and he turned to see your sleepy figure approaching, "Daddy?"
"Yes, my child, what is it?" He asked, setting his cutting knife aside.
"My tummy hurts so bad," You pouted, your voice beginning to sound scratchy, "And I don't feel good. I wanna be with you."
Hannibal grabbed a kleenex from the counter and knelt down to gently clean your messy nose, "I know. And that is precisely why you should be sleeping."
"But I can't sleep," You whimper, looking at him with sad, tired owl eyes, "I wanna be with you. Please, daddy? Let me stay with you."
Hannibal tilted his head at you, his brows lifting in debate. While he would rather you be getting some decent rest, he knew that you were young and still filled with energy even whilst you were sick. He didn't have much left to do cooking wise either, so he figured that having you stay around wouldn't harm anything.
"Alright then," Hannibal leaned forward and picked you up, swiftly positioning you on his hip and supporting you with one arm so that he could use the other to cook with.
You held onto his neck while resting your head against his shoulder, your eyes mostly shut as you listened to the sound of his heart beat. Safety and warmth enveloped you making you feel much, much better than what you had before. Your dad was always so cozy and comforting.
Hannibal was able to finish cooking dinner with you on his hip the entire time. Once it was time to eat, he set you down on a chair and made you a drink and a bowl of soup. You ate quietly which worried him a little, but he knew it was just because you weren't feeling good.
"Feeling better?" He asked when you were finished.
You smiled and nodded at him, "Mhm, it was real yummy. Thank you, daddy."
"You're welcome, my child," He reached out and gently squeezed your cheek before taking your bowl and cleaning it, "I don't suppose telling you to get back in bed will do any good, will it?"
Your pitiful whimper was enough of an answer. Hannibal chuckled, dried his hands and went to pick you up again, holding you close as he carried you to the living room. "A movie it is then."
"Can Will come over?" You asked, grinning.
Hannibal gave you a look, "I'm beginning to believe that you're not sick at all."
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All good fathers' should fight their child's nightmares away, not be the reason why they have them.
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desperate-gay · 7 months
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Bodyguard
Leah Williamson x fem!reader
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“No, absolutely not. You are not going out in that.”
Leah’s hand swipes up and down in the air, referring to the dress that covers your body. Well, some of it. It definitely tips towards the more risky side of things with the plunging neckline, making your cleavage spill out to leave very little to the imagination. Along with the fact it's a short dress, the end of the outfit stops a little before the end of your ass. You do a little spin so Leah can get a full view.
“Why not? I think it looks quite nice.” You shrug your shoulders in oblivion. The blonde walks over to you and places her hands on your hips; her eyes continue to roam your body.
“It does. Which is exactly why you need to take it off and put on something else.”
You roll your eyes and raise your eyebrows, “Don’t you want me to look nice?”
Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. She steps back and takes her hands off your hips, huffing and falling dramatically down on the sofa. Her hands cover her face and her legs manspread, leaning all the way back. Maybe it was the fact she was wearing a suit, or maybe it was because she looked so incredibly hot manspreading, but either way, your throat starts to dry up and you begin to feel highly flustered. You ignore your arousal and step closer to the sofa.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
Her palms move to rest on her pants and she gives you pouty eyes. She then leans her head down and mutters something so quietly you can’t hear.
“You gotta speak up if you want me to make you feel better, Lee.” You again move forward a little more.
“I don’t want other people to try and flirt with you.” She finally speaks up. Her head tilts back down out of embarrassment.
You plant a seat down on her lap, sitting sideways as you wrap your arms loosely around her neck. The captain’s arms hug your waist and her head raises. There is a comfortable silence between you two before you sigh and speak up, “You shouldn’t have to worry about that, baby.”
“I know, but-“
“Hey, no buts. I’m not judging you for feeling this way at all, it’s just, there’s always gonna be sleazebags trying to get my number and sadly, there’s nothing we can do about it. Besides, I should be worried about the amount of girls that will be all over you.” You smile down at her, which she quickly returns. “You just have to remember, you are the only one who gets to cuddle me in her bed,” you place your lips right by her ear and whisper, “You’re the only one who gets to hear me moan your name. Not theirs.”
She turns her head so your noses are brushing against each other. When she leans in, you place your finger on her lips and lean closer so your lips are brushing against your finger. Her hooded eyes make contact with yours after being so focused on your lips. Finally, you whisper, “You should be excited because you get to brag to all the disgusting men that you get to take me home and fuck me until I can’t breathe.”
The only thing stopping the both of you from smashing your lips together is your finger. You smile at her when a light whine comes out of her throat. Giving in, you finally move your finger and Leah is quick to pull you in. Your lips smash together in a needy kiss and both of your guy’s hands roam wherever they can on each other’s bodies. It goes on until you're gasping for air and breathing heavily. Once your breath is caught, she leans in again intending to have a long make-out session, but is soon let down when you place a quick peck on her lips and stand up.
Your arms reach out, offering her a hand which she takes with an annoyed look on her face. Feeling bad, you place a longer kiss on her lips then nuzzle your head into her neck. “I love you,” Leah hears, feeling the vibrations on her skin.
“I love you.”
Pulling away, you look up smiling at the taller girl. Just to feel her skin on your lips, you lean up and kiss her cheek. She looks down at you with the most loving look.
“I’m so happy I get to call you mine.” She grins.
“And I’m so happy I get to call you mine, even with your jealousy and all.” You tease, making her gasp and place a hand on her heart.
“I was not jealous, more protective if anything.” She reasons, and all you do is grab the car keys along with your purse, then grip her shirt and drag her with you to the door.
“Well then c’mon bodyguard, don’t wanna be late. And hey, if some guy tries to flirt with me; free drinks for the both of us!”
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twola · 6 months
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To Name A Vista
Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI
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It's beautiful - this hidden place he's brought you - but you'd have to admit, nature is not the only view you're admiring.
When you awaken, blinking yourself back into the world of the living, it's only a moment before you arch your back against your bedroom that your body becomes your own again.
You yawn, stretching your arms above your head and your legs out straight, the small of your back bowing upward. As you settle back down on the rumbled bedroll, you run a hand down your face, brushing your hopelessly tangled hair from your cheeks.
As you stare up at the pitch of the tent, the morning light filters through the canvas as your hand settles over your stomach. A smile crosses your face.
Your cunt aches sweetly, a dull pain you're happy to feel within the cradle of your hips. A blanket lays discarded, twisted around one of your legs. Otherwise, your skin is bared completely within the tent, gooseflesh prickling as a soft morning breeze pushes through the hanging flap of the tent.
You roll over, yawning again, frowning slightly as you feel the stickiness of dried sweat on your back and something else entirely between your thighs.
Sitting up, you roll your shoulder backward to shake out the sleep from your body. Discarded clothing litters the ground, trousers and shirts, gun belts, and a chemise bunched up in the corner of the tent. A pair of men’s boots knocked over.
Your fingers grasp for the tent’s flap, drawing it open slightly to let the early morning sunlight in, birdsong becoming louder as you squint against the brightness.
It’s certainly picturesque, here along the banks of the Dakota River, tucked away from roads and trails, the gentle waters flowing south to collect in Flat Iron.
You grope for the discarded blanket on the other side of the bedroll and wrap it around your shoulders as crawl out of the tent to stand. Stepping past the campfire that’s been re-lit in the morning, you notice a pot of coffee heating up in that old beat-up percolator.
You’re drawn by some unseen string to the riverbank.  Your bare feet slide slowly over weathered river stones to where your toes touch the water’s edge. Pulling the blanket around you closer, you smile as the birds chirp loudly overhead.
Arthur stands several feet out in the water, gently lapping at his thighs as he scrubs at his shoulder idly, staring off into the distance, Mount Shann looming large miles away.
Nude as the day he was born, you are transfixed, gazing unabashedly at your lover’s body. The lines at his neck and elbows where sun-kissed skin meets what’s usually hidden beneath his clothing. Scars, marks, a smattering of dark, wiry hair. That slash on his shoulder from a coach robbery in Colorado. The circular mark on his bicep when he was shot in Arizona. New, pink-red lines scratched into his skin on either side of his spine. No, those weren’t battle wounds, those were love marks - carved into his skin by your blunt nails as he thrust himself inside your body, over and over and over again last night.
A smile creeps over your face as you note a faint pink imprint of your hand on one of his ass cheeks.
He rolls his shoulder, still unaware of your gaze on him. Blading his body sideways, he leans over, cups river water between his hands, and brings it up to his neckline, splashing it to cover his chest, idly scrubbing at wet skin.
You cannot help but stare at his large cock hanging prettily between his legs. Even with how many times the two of you climbed into each other last night, heat flares in your belly as you feel wetness gathering in your cunt. You rub your thighs together absentmindedly as you trace the paths of the rivulets of water down his chest, down the muscles of his abdomen, as it weaves through the dark curls of his pubic hair and drips off of his cock.
You’re smitten, there isn’t any denying it. 
This was all fairly new between you - and maybe it’s still those early days of a relationship where you can’t keep your hands off of each other. At some point when the gang was traveling from the west, the simmering tension between the two of you boiled over, and after a night around the campfire and a tad too much whiskey, you awoke in Arthur’s bedroll, thoroughly satiated and adorned with sloppy bite marks and suckled bruises across your décolletage.
That, of course, quickly devolved into sneaking into tents at night, groping behind wagons, and the occasional dalliance in the woods outside of camp.
When things had finally calmed down from the Blackwater mess, he grabbed you without much preamble, led you to the horses, swung you up on the rump of his new mare, and headed out of Horseshoe Overlook, muttering something about needing a break.
Not that last night was much of a break… the night was spent holed away in that little tent, between gasps and moans and cries of each other’s names for hours.
Arthur finally turns around completely and sees you, your hair spilling messily over the blanket you’ve wrapped around yourself. A grin slides across his face as he begins to wade toward you, unabashed in his nakedness.
“Get some sleep there, darlin’?” 
You snort lightly as he steps closer to you, his arms reaching toward your shoulders, engulfing them in his large hands and rubbing them affectionately.
“You know me, need plenty of beauty rest.” You roll your eyes with a laugh.
Arthur snorts in return, bemused, “Y’dont need a lick of that to be a beauty.”
Oh, this man…
You give a smile as you let the blanket fall from your body and collect at your feet. You can hear him suck in a breath for a moment, then Arthur’s hands immediately dart to your bared breasts, his palms engulfing them as he squeezes gently. Your hands trail down his abdomen, fingers brushing the wet hair from just below his navel until it spreads out over his pelvis.
He smirks, “That getcha goin’?”
You grasp his cock, solid and warm even when he wasn’t aroused, and squeeze as gently as he holds your breasts, “So gentlemanly,” You stress the honorific by swiping your thumb over the head of his cock, and he shivers in response, blood rushing to his groin as he is coaxed to rigidity in your hand.
With an affectionate squeeze of his right hand to your breast, he quickly moves southward, reaching between your thighs as you begin to stroke him.
You step up on your toes and he leans down to press your lips together, opening your mouth immediately to him as a comforting rumble emits outward from his chest.
Your tongue presses up against his as his fingers slide between the seam of your body, collecting your dewy sheen as he rubs back and forth between that little nub of pleasure and the rim of your aching cunt.
Speaking of which, you jerk backward slightly when his pointer finger slips inside to the first knuckle. He pulls back immediately, hand landing on your hip. He blinks, a concerned look on his face. 
“Y’hurtin?” Arthur whispers, patting your hip gently.
“Just a little sore.” You smile up at him and press your lips to his again quickly, “Been a while since we did that. And you ain’t exactly small neither.”
Arthur blushes, and you’re overcome with a fondness for him - for this, he blushes, considering every damn position he had you in last night. 
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t ever want to hurt you.” Your outlaw says forlornly, one of his hands moving to cup your cheek as a frown snakes across his face.
“Stop, stop it. You didn’t hurt me. Y’did nothin’ but please me last night,'' You shake your head with a smile, “Now let me please you.”
He cannot suppress a groan as you slowly let yourself down to your knees, the blanket saving you from being directly on the sandy soil.
“Oh honey - y’don’t -”
“You’re all clean and I’m still dirty. Let me.” You whisper in a sultry voice as you stroke his cock languidly. He swallows audibly as his hand moves to cup your jaw.
“Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me, my girl.” His thumb traces the apple of your cheek as you smile, turning your head to kiss his palm.
You move from his palm to the edge of his hip, where the hard-earned lines of muscle collect in a v-shape, tapering from his waist. Slowly, nearly painfully slowly, your lips trail across his body, from the crest of his bone to underneath his navel, where dark, wiry hair starts to curl. 
Arthur cannot help but to gently rock forward against you, and you place your chin just below his navel, smiling up at him in complete adoration. He returns that smile as he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ears.
You grasp the base of his hefty cock with one hand and turn your head back to him, drawing the red tip of him to your mouth and kissing it gently before letting your tongue dart out against it. He hisses in pleasure as his fingers thread through your tangled locks to grasp your head. You take that action as permission to take him into the wet cavern of your mouth, inch by inch, tongue pressing against him. 
Arthur groans aloud and throws his head back, slightly bowing his body toward you. You suck gently on the head of his cock before pressing forward to take more of him in, beginning to bob back and forth, taking him more and more with each movement. Your hand balances on his thigh, thick and corded with muscle.
He looks back down at you, breathing heavily, while you tip your head up slightly and make eye contact with him. Slowly, near aggravatingly slowly, you take him into your mouth, deeper, deeper, until you can’t look at him anymore, and your nose presses against his pubic bone. You choke slightly as the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, leaking precum 
“Jesus fuck,” He curses, unable to stop himself from rocking forward slightly, and you moan around him, pulling your head backward to begin bobbing again.
You’re able to wrench the most beautiful sounds from him: pleads and groans and heavy, needy breaths as you suckle on him, the pain in your knees an afterthought as you continue to pleasure your lover.
“F- fuck-” he gasps, breathless and red-faced looking down at you, “I’m gonna -ngh- where…-?”
Your mouth releases from around his cock with a wet pop , a trail of saliva connecting you to him for a moment before it snaps.
He groans, panting.
“Wherever you want.” You purr.
Arthur whines, actually whines, this outlaw, this hardened criminal, this man hewn from the rough life he lives. His hand flies to his cock and starts pumping, obscene noises loud in your ear as his fingers slide over the wetness your mouth left.
“Lemme… lemme spend on them pretty little tits o’ y-yours.” Arthur gasps out, his hips rocking in time with the hand stroking his cock.
You smile, brushing your hair back over your shoulders and leaning forward as he begins to grunt, his free hand moving from your head to cup at his full, heavy balls as he strokes his cock faster and harder.
A groan spills loudly from his throat as his knees shake slightly, and warm spend splatters across your chest, slowly rolling down the curve of your breasts and between them.
Arthur pants, and with one last slow stroke, the pulsing of his cock ceases, a final lazy drip from the head of his member falls to the ground between them.
He stares at you as he staggers back half a step, trying to catch his breath. “Jesus Christ,” He breathes, a dopey, satisfied grin crossing his features. 
Milky spend slowly trails down your chest, and he cannot help but stare. With a gentle shake of his head, he regains both his balance and wits, stepping back toward you and offering his hand to help pull you up.
“C’mon, my lady, let’s get you clean.” You’ve stood up for only a moment before he swings his arms down on either side of you and lifts you beneath your knees and back. You giggle softly as he pretends to exude an air of chivalry, wading slowly back into the river water carrying you like a princess - albeit a ‘noble’ lady with his spend splattered all over your chest.
The morning birdsong blooms along with the sunshine, near perfection in this small wooded area where the two of you are hidden away from the world.
Until your screeching voice cuts across the valley, that is.
“Jesus Christ, Arthur! The water’s cold as shit!” 
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jinwoowoo · 14 days
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Previously on the beach…
"YN. Wait! We're in public." Saerom moaned out, panting as she took her time to take a breath after you stopped all of your movements.
"You surely are late to notice it by now, Saerom. What do you want? Should we go back to the van and continue there?" you offered on Saerom while trying to slip your hand further into her pussy.
"Show them why you are the leader of the group, babe. Let them know why I, YN, chose you to be my girlfriend"
With some encouraging words, all you need is a little push to make Saerom fuck you out in the open. You held her slim waist and thrust your hips upward, making her moan needily out loud again. The people around gasped, finally confirming that you and Saerom are fucking. Her eyes slowly turn their gaze from worried to aroused as she finds the fun of having people watching her having sex. She looks at you and grabbed your hand, slipping it under her crop top and having a direct connection to her boobs.
Few more bouncing and Saerom reached her peak like you. She came around your cock, much greater in volume this time and proving that your sex tool wrings out more of her pussy juices. She felt exhausted and leaned back, resting her tired body on top of your chest. You hugged her body and turned sideways, spooning your tired girlfriend on the beach chair.
"Well done, Saerom… Haha…" you chuckled while kissing her sweaty shoulder, slurping out her bodily fluids.
Saerom had to go as it was finally her turn for the photo shoot. It feels lonely to be left alone on the beach chair, but luckily someone seems to want to have what Saerom had.
"Hey, Nagyung! Come here." you patted the space between your legs. Nagyung smiles and giggles as she goes toward you.
"You call for me, YN oppa?" Nagyung smiled while sitting in the allocated space you made for her.
"How's my little Nagy? Did you see Saerom's performance a while ago?"
Nagyung nodded and scooted closer, leaning her sylphlike body against yours. Moving and wrapping your arms around her waist, your face snuggled on the crook of Nagyung's neck, and took a deep breath, inhaling her appetizing body scent.
"Oppa not here…" Nagyung whined out, body shivering as she felt your moist heated breath traveling from her neck down to her shoulder and exposed back.
"Where do you want to do it then, Nagyung? I don't want it to be that far or else I can't do my work properly."
Nagyung chuckled at your joke since you basically doing nothing at the moment. She took your hand and pulled you somewhere else. Letting her lead the way, she brought you inside the shower room built right next to the hotel swimming pool area. There are much fewer people around compared to the shore where the MV filming is happening. Pushing you inside one of the cubicles and closing the flimsy curtain that serves as protection of your privacy, Nagyung gave you a victorious smile for doing something clever.
"How about here YN, oppa? Do you think we can do it here?" Nagyung leaned forward a little, shoulders moving back and forth in the opposite direction.
"Nice choice of place, my little Nagy~ should we start now?"
After rubbing and tickling Nagyung's chin like petting a puppy, you strip all of your clothes until you are buck naked. Your huge appendage stands proud and tall, slapping your abs in the process. Seeing you going naked convinced Nagyung to do the same. With her panty as the last artifact on her body removed, you walked closer to her and examined her body.
"You have such a gorgeous beauty, Nagyung. Your body is so hot and your pubes are well-trimmed, too. Did you do this by yourself?" You asked as you rubbed your thumb on Nagyung's luscious lips, traveling them down to her midriff and crotch.
"N-no, YN oppa. Saerom helped us with our diet and keeping our body pleasurable in case you need us anytime." Nagyung stood still as you examined her carefully.
Kneeling to see her womanhood better, your fingers spread her vulva and witness her wet velvety walls slowly getting damp to your touches. You suck your middle finger, coating and lubing it with saliva before sticking it inside Nagyung's hole.
Nagyung's body jolted as she felt your slick long finger exploring her nether cave. Her hands reached down and tried to push your hand out in an impulse, but one stern gaze from you made her stop in her tracks. Her fingers folded and hid her mouth, preventing her moans from coming out. Having enough fun teasing Nagyung with your finger, you pull the digit out of her hole and wipe it clean using her trimmed pubes.
"Little Nagy made a mess. Should YN oppa clean you up?" You asked Nagyung, indicating to her love juices dripping on her inner thighs.
Nagyung meekly nodded, begging tears form in her puppy eyes. Petting her head gently, you opened the shower using your other hand and let the water pour on your bodies. Nagyung gasped after feeling the cold water hitting her bare skin. To prevent her body from shivering, you quickly pull her into your embrace and let the warmth of your body pass through hers.
"YN oppa… The water feels so cold…" Nagyung whimpered as she looked at you.
"Don't worry, Nagyung. Oppa has a perfect solution for that."
Bringing her closer to the wall, you trapped Nagyung between you and the cold tiles while grinding your body against her front. With your chest continuously rubbing against her breast, warm breath blowing into her face between the kisses, and your erect cock poking and threatening her hole to be penetrated, your body, not just Nagyung's began to warm up as your libido rises.
Nagyung wrapped her slender arms around your nape and pulled you for a searing kiss. She hopped a little, then snared her legs over your waist. With a willing body rubbing and grinding back against your front, you used the wall behind Nagyung's body and lifted her by her ass to prevent her from falling.
The simple kiss turns into a making out, steaming out with lust and desire to breed and make love with each other. Pausing to catch some oxygen, you rest your forehead against Nagyung's shoulder while she tilts her head back and sighs contently.
"I want you now YN oppa. Please put your hard cock inside me." Nagyung begged desperately.
Feeling her once damp pussy turning completely wet despite having water pouring on your body, your dick is twitching madly and begs the same. "I will push it in now, Nagyung. Don't tense up, okay?"
Earning a soft nod from Nagyung, you grabbed your fuck meat from its base and slapped it multiple times against her hole, giving her the tingles and stimulating her more. Once you are both ready, you aim the tip of your head on her awaiting entrance, slowly thrusting your hips upward while pulling her body to your crotch.
Nagyung instantly moans painfully as she feels her tight hole forcing her to take your whole girth inside. Her fingers clawed against your broad back, leaving some scratch marks. Even though you want to thrust fast and fill her already, it seems impossible as Nagyung's pussy had turned unbelievably tight. With some retracting and trying to push deeper, along with some grunts and aching sobs from her, you took your time penetrating Nagyung's pussy until you are fully sheathed inside her, crotches connected to each other.
"Shit Nagyung. Are you okay, little Nagy? Does it hurt too much?" You concernedly asked.
"I-i'm fine YN oppa. Can you wait a little bit before you can move again?"
Complying with her request, you let her be accustomed to your size first before moving. You cupped and grope her ass gently, peppering her with soft kisses all over her face and neck with a focus on her nose and lips to relieve her pain. After some seconds of helping her with the pain, Nagyung cupped your cheeks and gave you a nod.
Getting a go signal from her, you pinned Nagyung harder to the wall and pumped your hips slowly. Nagyung groaned sexily, with much more ease and gusto compared to her first penetration. Still holding your cheeks tenderly, Nagyung leaned down to capture your lips with hers and kissed you.
Dividing the work, with you focusing on fucking each other while she handles the kisses, you roamed your hands from Nagyung's supple ass up to her breast, fondling and kneading hard and slowly. Each squeeze sends a pleasuring shiver down her spine that continues to course through her body. Her slick pussy tightens the harder your grasp could is.
Plowing her little cunt continuously, the tension in Nagyung's groin keeps on growing stronger until she can feel your hard cock knocking and stirring her insides already. Your warm thick shaft grinds tastefully against her spots. Sensing the sudden hungriness on her kiss and erratic breathing, along with her restless legs and arms trying to grasp and hold into something, you stopped thrusting your penis in her vagina and looked at her.
"Are you near, little Nagy? Do you want to cum already?" You compassionately asked.
Nagyung shyly nods, admitting her pending orgasm is about to reach its climax "I'm sorry YN oppa… I want to cum already"
"That's fine, Nagyung. At least you told me the truth. Now, can you turn your back for me?"
After petting her head caringly, Nagyung unwrapped her legs and arms around your body. You pull out of her cunt, seeing a slick string of her natural lube connecting your sexes. After turning around, Nagyung knew what to do next and planted her hands firmly against the cold wall.
Now that Nagyung is in position, you grabbed your slick cock from the base and slid it against her dripping folds, recoating your shaft with her juices before slamming your cock back inside her. Nagyung moaned once more from the contact, but she remained in her position steady as you fuck her behind.
You fuck Nagyung fast and relentlessly, reminding yourself that she is already at her limit and you want to give her the best fuck she could ever have. Wrapping your arms around her slim sexy waist, you push and pull her lightweight body to meet your thrusts halfway, causing her to stand on her toes and her face grinding against the cold shower wall.
Nagyung becomes a moaning mess. Her words turned incoherent besides moaning out your name. Carried by the heat of the moment, you spitted on the curving of her back and fuck her faster. She wants to warn you about her orgasm but fails to do so as she comes faster than she expected.
Nagyung's body convulses from her intense orgasm. Her pussy is gushing out her juices, back arching gracefully with fingers clawing against the walls, but you didn't stop your thrust and fucks her more. Her tight pussy is milking you out having an orgasm, sending you closer to your limit.
Pumping and pounding her stretched sensitive hole, you also reached your peak in no time. Ropes after ropes of thick cum jetted out of your dick and filled Nagyung's womb completely. The remaining spills out of the gap from the connecting sexes are washed away by the running water. After catching your breath and pulling out of Nagyung, you leaned against the adjacent wall and sighed deeply.
"You fucked me so good YN oppa. I can feel your seeds swimming inside me." Nagyung said as she fingers herself in front of you, cleaning out her hole and removing all possible cum out of her hole.
"I can say the same, Nagyung. Fuck… I didn't fucked you for a long time that your pussy turned tight."
You joined Nagyung in cleaning and soaping your bodies together. After drying out and helping to wear back her outfit for the MV, you opened the curtain to be surprised by someone outside.
"Oh, Jiheon! How long have you been outside the shower?"
"N-not for too long. The director is looking for Nagyung but I can't disturb you two."
Jiheon stared at you first then at Nagyung, who was radiating a beautiful post-sex aura. You sense the neediness for Jiheon to have the same, there is one reasonable thing to ask.
"Do you want to have sex too, Jiheon?"
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gavisfanta · 29 days
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FRAUD - PEDRI
summary: pedri has things to hide
warnings: cursing, tiny bit of smut
[PEDRI:] I love you 02.27 am
[PRINCESA:] Pedri? 09.29 am
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12 HOURS BEFORE
"What are you doing?" Pedri asked just as you wanted to stand up and go upstairs.
"I wanna go to bed, I'm tired." You hummed and he pulled you back onto the couch. He then pulled you on top of his leg so that your legs were sideways over his.
"Or we could go to a party, Balde's friend owns a nightclub and me and the boys planned to go there, I'd like you to come too." Pedri put his hands onto your hips and you groaned.
"I'm so tired tho,"
"It's okay, I'll stay at home too then." He mumbled but you shook your head while you yawned.
"No, you can go, it's okay. I won't wait until you get home tho." You told him and he gave you a look.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to be mad after." He raised his eyebrows at you as you smiled.
"No, its okay, you can go, have fun. Don't drink too much tho." You kissed his lips and then got off his lap again.
"I love you, have a goodnight." He told you and you just gave him a smile while walking up the stairs.
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"Come on, don't be a loser." Balde pushed another glass towards Pedri but he just shook his head.
"Nah, I won't." He laughed but then everyone started saying his name in sync.
"Pedri! Pedri! Pedri! Pedri! Pedri!"
So in the end he took the shot glass and downed the hard liquid in a matter of three seconds. His throat burned not only with the alcohol but with regret too. He shouldn't have drank that, he shouldn't push his limits because of others.
Not even 10 minutes later he was drunk, so drunk that he for sure didn't know what he was doing.
He was sitting in bar because he ordered himself some water when a girl walked up to him and stood next to him.
"What are you doing here? So alone? Girlfriend didn't wanna come?" Pedri scanned her with his eyes. Long black hair, a shit amount of make up and very revealing dress. The black dress wasn't even reaching the middle of her thigh, if she would have leaned over, her ass would have probably been seen.
"Yeah, she was tired" Pedri smiled a little and the girls expression changed. She nodded her head as she held her hand out for Pedri to shake.
"I'm Lorena, nice to meet you" Pedri shook her head and just nodded his head.
"Pedri" He informed her and then she nodded her head as she tilted her head to the right.
"Do you wanna come to the dancefloor? I'm alone and I have no one to dance with." She made a bit of a sad face and Pedri groaned as he stood up and nodded his head.
"So you have a girlfriend?" The girl asked him as she stood in front of him, holding him by his bicep.
"Mhm" He nodded his head and then put his hands on the shoulders of the woman in front of him. She grabbed his ankles and moved down his hands to her own waist.
"You know what, let's just sit down." Pedri nodded his head towards the bar again. Lorena gave him the fakest smile she could have ever imagined to make and followed him.
As he sat down he groaned, his head was spinning and he could already feel the headache coming in.
"Come on, lets go and drink some water, I can see that your head's hurting" She jumped off the stool again and started walking away. Lorena stopped however as soon as she realized Pedri was still sitting down. He took another shot and downed it pretty quickly.
Maybe the pain would dissappear then.
However, Lorenas cheeks rises up as Pedri then jumped off the stool too. At this point the alcohol was too much for him.
The way he couldn't think clearly and everything was spinning. He managed to walk to the single use bathroom with Lorena and she pushed him inside.
He watched as she looked the door, not thinking much of it he also watched her walk over to the counter and sit down on top of it.
She invited him closer by waving her hands. Pedri stepped closer to her and she pulled him into a kiss.
A kiss at first, it quickly turned into a make out session, it became very dangerous tho when Lorena pushed up her dress so that her black thing was revealed to Pedri.
He looked down for a second, her hand sliding down his abs and pressing onto his semi hard dick.
Sooner than he knew, his dick was in her hand, pushing it inside of herself. He was silent as he watched her.
'Is this rape? I'm in control tho, I could just pull away, run outside, before it's too late, it probably is too late already, let's just get the job done, my head hurts too much for this'
Pedri's head was full, but still so empty. He then started moving his hips back and fourth as he couldn't help but get an erection which he would gladly get rid of.
So he thrusted into her, pushing her back on the counter, her moans filling the bathroom as Pedri's expression was emotionless. He furrowed his brows, looking almost angrily at himself while he pushed inside of her again.
Then he finished, his head sunk as he breathed heavily. "I'm sorry" He muttered under his breath and Lorena then caressed his cheek with her thumb.
His head shot up as soon as she touched his skin. He hit away her hand and pulled his pants back up and then stormed out the bathroom.
He walked towards Gavi who was talking to a blonde girl. "Gavi, I need help, I fucked up bad." Pedri immediately told Gavi, grabbing his shirt.
"Dude, I'm kind of in the middle of something-" He pointed at the girl in front of him but Pedri shook his head.
"No, I fucked up, I need help." Pedri said, his eyes almost watering. Gavi looked at him for a couple of seconds and then nodded a goodbye to the girl.
Pedri then began to push Gavi outside of the club. "You need to drive me home. Please- no actually, let me stay at your house." Pedri was talking way too fast as Gavi and him sat inside the car.
Luckily Gavi didn't frink anything so he was able to drive. "Dude, shut up for a second. What happened?" he buckled in his seatbelt and then looked at Pedri to his right.
"Fuck, FUCK," Pedri yelled and hit the seat. Gavi then looked at him while he raised his eyebrows. "She's gonna kill me." Pedri burried his face in his hands.
Gavi suddenly realized. "Don't tell me you fucked that girl" Gavi mumbled and looked at Pedri brush his hair back with his fingers.
"I didn't want to, I swear, I love her. My god she's never gonna forgive me." Pedri mumbled while rubbing his eyes.
"Look, I'll let you sleep at my house, then you'll go and talk to her." Gavi tried to remain calm. Pedri nodded his head and after he calmed down a bit, gavi started to drive to his own house.
Pedri's thoughts were racing, suddenly he didn't feel drunk anymore. He just felt sick, he wanted to throw up, he wasn't the cheating kind of type.
So he pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked onto your contact. He texted you the only thing he coukd think of.
[PEDRI:] I love you.
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hi jade <3 what do you think about a hurt comfort where Eddie gave you one of his rings but you lose it? and you're so down on yourself about it and scared to tell him, but he's not upset at all at you, obviously, and is sad you're so hard on yourself <3 love u!
hi i love u!!! i think he'd take it way too seriously and get all stern 😭 doesn't care about the ring but you crying over it??? he's heartbroken ♡ fem!reader | 1.1k words
You've always had a tendency to be hard on yourself. When you lose Eddie's ring you hate yourself for it, though it's your ring, technically. He'd given it to you recently and that makes it so much worse, that it was his, that he'd trusted you with it, that you'd barely had it for two weeks and now you can't find it. 
Your hands are sticky with tears, pressed over your eyes and cheeks unkindly. The couch on the porch of Eddie's trailer should be freezing under your legs – it's November, and it's getting late – but you're too distracted to feel it. So distracted, in fact, that you almost don't hear the sound of Eddie's van approaching. He's already turning into the driveway when you pick your head up, wiping the tears off or your face with your sweater's scratchy sleeves. 
Eddie smiles as soon as he's out of the van, making a beeline for you. 
"Hey," he says excitedly, taking the steps two at a time. He shrugs out of his jacket and dumps it over your knees like a blanket. 
"Hi," you say without a hint of upset in your tone. 
"Why are you out here?" He sits down as close to you as he possibly can, hand behind your back. "S'freezing." 
"I didn't want to disturb Wayne." More like you'd already been in tears when you got here. 
Eddie frowns. You know Wayne well enough now, it shouldn't really matter that he's home. You've always been a little bit shy, and he lets it slide. 
"He'd hardly mind," he says, his smile shaping each word. You can feel the curve of it as he kisses the side of your face, arm wrapping around your waist to hold you in place. 
His kiss makes you feel better and you lean into him unthinkingly, hiding your hands between your legs so he can't see the missing ring. If he's confused by your hand placement he doesn't show it, hugging you sideways and pressing another kiss to your cheek. 
"Sorry I took so long," he says, still cheerful. You think maybe he can feel something's not right. He's trying to cheer you up. 
You try to let him. "That's okay, Eddie baby," you say as sweetly as you can. 'Eddie baby' becomes one word, all squished together with affection. You almost sing it. "I got here earlier than I meant to." 
You'd wanted to search his front yard for the ring. 
"Should we go inside?" he asks. 
You feel too heavy to stand. You should tell him here. If he's mad it might be better to have some open air between you. Not because you think he'd ever be cruel, just that his room can feel a little suffocating. 
"I have to tell you something," you say. 
He doesn't flinch. His expression doesn't flicker. "Yeah?" 
"I-" You look down at your hands between your thighs. "I lost the ring you gave me. I'm sorry." 
"It's okay." 
"No, it's not. I'm so- so fucking stupid," you say hotly, pushing your thighs together until your hands ache. "I can never look after things. I never should've let you give it to me, I knew I was gonna lose it. I'm an idiot." 
Your voice is wavering with emotion by the end. Eddie's hand grows still where it rests on your hip. You bunch your shoulders up and wait for him to reprimand you. 
His fingers flex and then squeeze. 
You look up at him with tears in your eyes. 
"It's okay," he says again slowly. He works his free hand between your legs and intertwines your fingers.
"It is?" you ask.
Eddie leans back heavily into the couch. You don't follow. He frowns. "You're not stupid," he says seriously. 
You swallow and sniffle. A tear struggles down your cheek from the movement. He narrows his eyes at it, watching it trace down your cheek. 
"I didn't mean to lose it," you say under your breath. 
"I know you didn't," he reassures. "Sweetheart, it's only a ring, okay?" 
"But it was yours." 
Eddie pulls both of his hands away from you. You mourn the loss, feeling like you've been hit hard in the chest. He's only bringing them together to pull one of the remaining rings off, holding it in the middle of his palm. He offers it to you. 
"Here," he says encouragingly. 
You sit back. "No, Eds, I'll just lose it again, and-" 
"So what? Lose it again. Throw it out if you want to." He takes your hand and slides it onto your ring finger. The gesture isn't lost on you. 
"Y/N." He says your name like it means something else, like it means 'baby' or 'sweetheart' or 'love'. "You don't have to worry about it. Or cry about it. S'just a ring. Just cheap metal. Everyone loses things, that doesn't make you stupid." 
He tilts his head to the side, dark curls falling into his face. He brushes them out of his face and holds out his arm. You fall into his side reluctantly. You still feel like you don't deserve his affection. 
You can't understand why he's being so nice, but you feel guilty for worrying he'd be anything but. 
"I'm sorry," you murmur. 
"Don't be," he says, just as soft. "Don't be. You could lose every ring I own and you still wouldn't be stupid, okay? Don't think shit like that." 
"I don't know what happened, I just… lost it." 
He slouches down even further and gives you a brilliant smile, all puppy dog eyes and mischief. "Who cares? Fuck that ring. I didn't even like that one."
That makes you laugh. "Oh yeah, s'why you gave it to me?" you ask, giggling. 
"Exactly." 
You both beam, though his quickly tapers into a shiver. "Are you okay?" you ask. 
"It's really fucking cold out here," he says, looking pointedly at his jacket over your legs.
"Oh! Oh, let's go inside." You jump up with his jacket in hand. 
He catches your hand before you can get too far and stands himself, dragging you back into his chest. Suddenly close, you breathe in his smell and gaze up at him imploringly.
"What?" you ask. 
He raises his hand to hold your cheek. "Do me a favour? Try not to be so hard on yourself. Please." 
"Since when do you say please?" you ask, avoiding the matter at hand. 
He pushes his fingers behind your ear and leans down for a kiss so quick you don't have time to close your eyes, his lips cold but kind. You try to follow for a second and he lets you, huffing a laugh before pulling back. 
"Be nice to my girlfriend," he says sternly, squeezing your cheek. 
You smile. "Okay. I will." 
"Thank you," he says, and gives you a third kiss. 
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Part Two: Will Power
(Read Part One here first)
Warnings: smut (oral, male receiving; masturbation), language, references to cheating
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At first you were just pissed off.
You hadn't known Jack for more than a couple of hours, and he already thought that you were willing to sleep with him. The guy you thought was cute and charismatic suddenly seemed like an entitled asshole. You were familiar with the way the music industry worked; you gave some mediocre guy a music deal and suddenly they thought they were God's gift to the earth, and they could have whatever they wanted.
So why were you in the back of an Uber at midnight, on your way to the Waldorf Astoria?
To tell him to fuck off. That's what you kept repeating to yourself as you approached Park Avenue. To tell him to fuck off, and give him his key card back. You were going to tell him that you were in a committed relationship, and you couldn't be propositioned for the sake of Jack Harlow's entertainment.
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With every step you took down the hallway of the fourteenth floor, you started to lose your confidence. Like it or not, Jack had pull in the industry, an industry where you were a lowly assistant, and if he didn't like your answer, it might ruin your career. You rapped your knuckles on the door of 1423, feeling your throat go dry.
The sight on the other side of the door damn near took your breath away. You understood why Jack was popular with almost every woman he cam across. There was just something about the combination of the messy chestnut curls, baby blue eyes, and pouty lips that had you rethinking your entire strategy. He exchanged his black suit for a white tee and gray sweatpants that he wore low on his hips. His hair was damp from what you assumed was a shower, his freckles more evident now that you could see him in better lighting.
What were you supposed to be angry about, again?
"You gonna just stand there, or are you gonna come in?" By the time you had come back to reality, Jack was already standing out of the way of the thresholding, waiting for your to step inside the room. The entitlement of his question quickly jogged your memory. "No, here. I just came to give you back your key." You extended your arm out toward him. A grin slipped on his face that let you know the he knew he had you exactly where he wanted. He grabbed the key card, but not before making sure your hands brushed against each other, ever so slightly.
"Listen, I know how this looks, but I promise I'm not some sleezy guy. Just come in, let me explain."
Against your better judgement, you stepped into the room. You were going to listen to his explanation and then leave. No harm, no foul.
"Sit wherever you're comfortable. Can I get you something to drink?" Jack asked you as he leant down to the mini fridge.
"Uh-yeah, please." Your voice cracked as you walked into the room. You took a spot on the couch at the far end of the expansive hotel room, a perfect view of the king size bed from where you sat. You crossed your legs as you thought about Jack fucking you, your hands white knuckling the 800 thread count sheets. It had been months since you'd had sex that didn't leave you feeling more frustrated than satisfied. It wasn't you weren't attracted to Darien, but his idea of sex was a couple of pumps before he collapsing on top of you and you were forced to finish with one of your vibrators.
"Here." Jack handed you a glass bottle of sparkling water. He sat in the armchair across from you, leaning back, his legs spread wide. You dropped your gaze as you realized that he was leaving very little to the imagination under those gray sweatpants of his. A couple of pumps from him might have you walking sideways for a couple of days afterward.
"Did you enjoy the party?" His eyes roamed your body, noticing that you had changed out of the dress he liked so much, into a pair of jeans.
"Yeah, I was having a great time until some asshole decided to slip me their hotel key after knowing them for only a couple minutes." You scoffed, shifting uncomfortably in your spot.
Jack was silent for a second as he studied you. He couldn't tell you if you were interested in him or not. Usually he could tell pretty easily, if the girl wasn't throwing themselves at him, their face gave it away right away. Like they were hungry for something that was sorely lacking in their life. Sex, definitely, but something more important and hard to come by. Attention. Some many of the girls he got involved with felt like they lived life in the shadows, and they were desperate to step into the spotlight. Desperate for someone to notice them.
You, he couldn't read. The only thing that was obvious to him was that you were confident, and had no problem holding your own.
What was going to make you crack? What was your weakness?
"Why did you come?" He took a swig of his own water, resting the bottle against his knee. He stroked his beard, patches of red visible.
The question caught you off guard. You were supposed to be asking the questions, questioning his motives and where he got the balls to be so forward with you. Instead this quickly became an interrogation of your character. How fuckin' dare he.
"You know what? This was a mistake." You rose to your feet and made your way to the door, stopping in your tracks when you felt his hand around your wrist. You thought you'd feel disgust, anger even, but instead, you just wanted to feel his hands on other parts of your body.
"Sit." The gruff in his voice sent a chill down your spine.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs as you sat back down. "If we're gonna do this, you have to drop the self righteous act."
"I'm sorry? What act? And do what exactly?" You were back to fully pissed off again, but for some reason, you couldn't get up and walk away.
"If you didn't want to be here, you could have thrown the keycard away, gone back to your apartment, and forgot the night ever happened." You opened your mouth to object, but he held up a single finger to stop you. "Don't interrupt me. That's not cute either." A big part of you was upset with him, but the other side was unbelievably turned on. Jack could see that you're pupils were blown, your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth at his commands.
There she was. There was your weakness. You liked being controlled, submissive to a master.
"So, lets not pretend like you don't want to be here." Jack continued, letting out a huff as if he was growing bored. He was just closing the deal at this point. "What was his name? Dull Darien I think your friend called him." He let out a humorless chuckle.
"Its just Darien." You gripped the strap of your handbag tightly in your hands, feeling your palms start to burn against the leather. You knew your resolve was weakening, and god you just wanted him to fuck you then and there. Make you forget all of the bad sex you'd had in your past, make Darien just a boring memory.
"Darien, right", Jack nodded. "Does he make you happy?" Such an easy question, you wouldn't be with someone for three years if you weren't happy, right? For some reason, no was dancing on the tip of your tongue.
"What do you want?" You decided to counter, flip the script on Jack. He didn't even flinch. "You."
You shook your head in disbelief. "What? You just met me this evening? You don't know anything about me." Your conversation had been flirty but brief, and you were far from an open book, so he really didn't know much about you.
"I think that's better when two strangers have sex, don't you?" You saw a peek of his ego. This wasn't the first time he had this conversation. You weren't the first, and you sure weren't going to be the last. You were going to be just another tick on his counter. Another sexual conquest he could fantasize about as he laid his head on his pillow at night.
"Yeah, that's not going to happen." This time you stood up with what little conviction you had left in you. Your hand lingered on the door handle before turning the brass, and Jack took that as his invitation to make his move. Before you could breathe he had you turned around, pinned against the door, his pelvis pressed into your hip bones. His thumb grazed against your bottom lip as his gaze fell to your mouth. "You're not allowed to leave until I tell you that you can."
You were first to kiss him, your teeth clinking against his as you kissed him roughly, the thought of breathing the last thing on your mind. Jack's hands found the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. He was just as eager, as hungry as you were for this to finally happen. Warmth pooled in the bottom of your stomach as his tongue roamed your mouth.
Your fingers toyed with the waistband of his sweatpants, instinctively moving to ghost against his dick. You could feel that he was growing hard, so his hips bucked when you cupped his crotch. "Hmm", he hummed against your lips, twitching at his sensitivity. "This is your last chance to leave." He grunted out, groaning as you gently dug your nails into his skin. "Do you want me to leave?" You grinned as you watched him come apart in your grip. His answer was another deep kiss, his large hand clamping down around your throat.
"Drop to your knees." Jack backed away from the door, just enough so you could lower to the ground. There was no going back now, and at this point you didn't want to.
You wasted no time pulling his sweatpants down to his knees, his cock springing free easily as he wasn't wearing any boxers. His length was impressive, definitely larger than any guy you'd been with before. You could barely wrap your hand around it as you swirled your tongue around the head, tasting the precum that leaked from the tip on your taste buds.
"Open your mouth", he commanded, his voice shaky as he felt his orgasm already start to build in his core. You looked up at him through your lashes as you let your tongue hang out, desperate to taste him again. He gripped the base of his cock and slowly slid himself against your tongue and down your throat. He groaned as he felt the soft walls of your mouth tighten around him. You began to bob your head slowly, back and forth at a rhythm that Jack could match, his hips swinging in tandem.
"Fuck. I knew you'd be good." He gritted out between clenched teeth as you increased your pace, slobber dripping from the sides of your mouth as you messily sucked him off. He pulled out of your mouth, the head popping against your lips. He tipped your head up to look at him with a single finger on your chin. He took a minute to admire your face. Your lips were red and swollen, a perfect flushed tint to your cheeks.
"Can you take more?" He asked, and you nodded yes immediately. "Take your jeans off, I wanna see you play with yourself while you take me all the way." If anyone else talked to you the way he did, throwing out orders, you would have slapped them, but with Jack, you just wanted to obey his every command, satisfy his every desire. You fumbled with the button of your jeans, undid the zipper and slipped your hand down the front of your panties, feeling just how wet you were. You writhed your hips as you rolled your fingers around your clit, the bundle of nerves already super sensitive.
You opened your mouth once again as Jack cupped the back of your head, this time barely giving you time to adjust to his length before he was hitting the back of your throat. You dragged your fingers through your folds, moaning with a full mouth.
"Shit, I'm gonna come." Jack slapped a hand against the door as his legs began to tremble. You didn't let up, determined to have him cum down your throat. "Fuck, not so rough, baby." His pet name for you was enough to bring you over the edge. You went back to circling your clit, close to your release. Within seconds you were coming around your fingers, your body jolting forward as waves of pleasure moved through your body.
Your pussy continued to pulse as you focused on Jack. You could feel him try to pull away, so you tightened your lips around his shaft, careful not to use your teeth.
"Oh fuck", you could feel Jack's cock twitch in your mouth as he came, and you took all of his release down your throat, swallowing and then opening your mouth so he could see. He grinned, his eyelids heavy as he looked down at you. "Good girl." He lightly tapped against your cheek before cleaning himself off and putting his pants back on. You stood and buttoned up your jeans.
"I'm in town till tomorrow. I wanna see you again before I leave." When you didn't answer, he grabbed at your face, planting a kiss on your lips. He tasted of spearmint, something you hadn't noticed the first time you kissed. "Do you understand?" He spoke to you like you were a child, and you nodded, wanting him to kiss you again.
You left before he could say anything else. The hallway was eerily quiet again, and you wondered if anyone could hear what had just happened in Jack's hotel room. You weren't ashamed, but exhilarated at the thought that someone had heard the two of you.
You tried to make yourself presentable again as you walked toward the elevator, wiping underneath your eyes to collect any ruined mascara, and dapping at your lips with your sleeve. A woman was already standing in the alcove, waiting as well. You could have sworn you recognized her from the party or your office, you couldn't be sure.
"Hi", you returned her greeting with a small grin as the doors opened and you walked into the elevator, pressing your back against the cool metal walls. You didn't realize how hot you were until you left the room. You closed your eyes, resting your head against the wall as well.
"I was trying to surprise my boyfriend, but I seem to have lost my key card somewhere." She was blonde, tall and cute, a bit mousy, like someone you'd see modeling for a catalogue, but not edgy enough for the runway. You watched as she dug through her designer purse. You simply hummed, not wanting to get into a conversation with her.
"He travels all the time, we barely get to see each other, so I thought I'd surprise him", she continued against your silent wishes. "Its so early in the relationship. Trying to make a relationship work with someone in the music industry is not easy. Jack tries to make it work, but I really can't blame him." Your ears perked up at her words, but you tried not to panic. There were a number of people staying in this hotel, a lot of them famous, at least a few with the name Jack. she couldn't possibly be talking about who you thought she was talking about.
"I'm really not supposed to say anything, because we're trying to keep our relationship secret, but you seem like a nice person." You could add dumb to the list of her features. She leaned over like she was going to tell you a secret you did not want to hear.
"Have you ever heard of Jack Harlow?"
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𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 —
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— : [ nsfw ] yakuza boss terushima, stripper y/n, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, pet names, fingering [ sir kink if you squint ]
— wc : 1.3k
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the way you moved your hips was hypnotising. try as he might, terushima could not bring himself to look away from your body. he can hear kuroo talking, something about shipments and guns. he should be paying attention, he’s their boss after all but he can’t look away.
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why would then have a meeting in the new club? he usually doesn’t pay attention to the dancers. they’re beautiful sure but he knows they want his money and to be known as his girl. he finds it amusing more than anything else.
you’re beautiful and he loves the way he strobe lights shine from above you. you’re so confident with your body and the way you move has everyone hooked. he has no doubts that his club his going to be raining in a lot of money tonight.
“she’s new” kiyoko says, placing their tray of alcohol on the expensive glass table, “she started on thursday”
“you didn’t think to take it up with me?” terushima asks, eyes never leaving you as you grip the pole with both your hands. his mind wonders to other poles you could hop onto.
“you never take interest in our dancers” she says dryly, “just as long as they keep customers coming back, right?”
he ignores her and stands to loosen his tie. he didn’t like the way the men down below were watching you, drooling over your body. it made him clench his jaw.
“send her to my office” he says, tone dismissive and leaving no room for anyone to argue. they know better anyway.
you weren’t scared. you knew all about the shady business and the owner of the club. you enjoyed dancing and the extra money wasn’t bad either. whatever they did wasn’t your business but when mikasa told you the boss wanted to see you, your palms felt a little clammy.
“come in” terushima, your boss, grins, “close the door sweetheart”
“yes sir” you say softly. not because you’re scared but because you’re in shock. you didn’t know this was your boss.
“have a seat” he says, “would you like a drink?”
“sure” you shrug, taking a seat on one of the luxury leather chairs in front of his desk. he smells good, even from where you’re sitting. he licks his lips and you notice the small metal ball on his tongue.
“no need to be so nervous love” he chuckles, handing you a glass of wine, “i don’t bite”
you wouldn’t mind if he did bite but you don’t say anything, subtly squeezing your thighs together as you take a sip of the wine. after a long night, it felt good to sit down and have a glass of wine.
“i don’t usually meet the dancers unless it’s for work or events” he taps his desk as he crosses his legs, “but i saw you out there tonight and i had to meet you”
you don’t really know what to say so you nod, smiling when he grins at you again. he really was so handsome but the piercing you knew he had was distracting you.
“want to see it up close?” he smirks
you feel flushed.
“i’m sorry” you say quickly, not realising you had said that out loud.
“don’t apologise sweetheart” he laughs, giving you a perfect view of the piercing again. “do you want to come sit closer?”
you don’t know why but you do. walking over, you sit on his desk right in front of him. you lean back on the table and look down at him as he eyes your legs. he’s not ashamed to check you out and even though it’s the bare minimum and he could probably get away with doing whatever he wanted, he doesn’t touch you.
“i didn’t ask for a private show but i’m not opposed to it now” he bites his lip when you tilt your head sideways. you look so pretty perched on his desk. when he invited you upstairs, he really was only interested in meeting you. he wasn’t against playing the long game.
“did you ask me up here to talk, sir?” you ask, pretty eye lashes batting at him as you teasingly spread your legs. you were usually confined so you had no reason to be shy around him. it was obvious he liked what he saw.
he groans and runs his hand through his dirty blonde hair. he narrows his eyes at you and you hide your smile.
“y/n, you’re testing my patience” he warns, “i didn’t call you up here to fuck you”
“no?” you pout
he sighs. he was known for getting around but he was more interested in you than he’d ever been in anyone else for a very long time. he doesn’t really remember a time where he was this interested.
you weren’t necessarily intimidated by him and you seemed confident which he appreciated. people enjoyed kissing his ass and he hated brown nosers.
“unless you want me to” he rolls his sleeves up, “you’re a big girl, speak up”
you spread your legs slowly, revealing just now interested you were. it was embarrassing but you wouldn’t let him know that. your sheer panties left little to the imagination up close.
“you let everyone fuck you?” he scoffs, eyes never leaving your pussy even as he mocks you.
“no” you frown, “but can you blame me right now?”
he laughs and shakes his head. he could tell you were going to be a handful and he would enjoy keeping you in check.
you lean down and kiss his jaw, trailing soft wet kisses down his neck and he bites back a groan.
“touch me sir” you whisper, “please”
he grabs your hips forward, causing you to yelp and fall backwards. he nips and bites the inside of your thighs as he grips your ass. he slaps your pussy when you try to close your thighs.
“behave baby” he says, voice sounding slightly hoarse
he kisses your clothed pussy before pressing his tongue flat against you. the feeling of the ball presses against your clit and you moan, grabbing his hair with one hand as the other travels up to grab your breasts.
“you’re so fucking wet” he moans, pushing your panties to the side as he sucks his fingers. “all for me?”
“yeah” you nod your head, grip in his hair tightening as he slips his middle finger into you. you’re tight and he feels his dick throbbing in his slacks. he was going to ruin you.
“fuck” he groans before going back in to eat your pussy. he sucks on your clit and adds a second finger. he scissors you open as he makes sure to teases your clit with his piercing.
the feeling is so foreign but so good. your sweet moans fill his office and he hopes everyone in the next room can hear just how good he’s making you feel.
you were his now.
his tongue joins the two fingers inside you and you arch your back, struggling to keep your eyes open but you want to see him so you look down.
he’s watching you intently, eyes narrowed into slits and it makes you squirm. he’s smirking against your pussy, fingers deeper than you could ever hope to achieve on your own.
“that’s it baby, ride my fucking face” he slaps your clit which causes you to scream. you grip his hair and move your hips against his face. it’s so messy and sloppy but it’s turning you on and you’re so close.
“fuck” you cry out, tossing your head back when you feel your orgasm approaching “i’m close”
“let go” he says, “cum on my face”
your legs shake from the intensity of your orgasm. you can barely catch you breath and he’s helping you ride it out. you’ve never felt this good just from being eaten out or fingered.
“you’re so fucking sexy” he groans, standing to remove his shirt.
he gives you some time to calm down. he was far from done with you and after tonight, you were his girl.
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hi hi!! in this fic you talked ab how peters girlfriend took pics of him and flustered him, could i request something where peter takes pictures of them instead and flusters them? if you do write this could you make it gender neutral? it’s completely okay if you can’t 🙏🏽
(feel free to ignore this i don’t mind i love everything you write)
hi thank u so much for ur request!!! | 0.7k of fluff, gn!reader
Peter has a drawer full of polaroid pictures.
You’re the one who gave him the camera. Your first christmas together, a wrapped box handed over with a shy smile, a tackling hug from Peter once it had been opened. He hasn’t stopped using it since.
Now, his drawer is almost exclusively filled with pictures of you. Years worth of memories and moments frozen in a frame. You sitting by the boxes on the floor after moving into your apartment, your head tilted up towards the sky when it snowed.
He carries the thing everywhere, slung over his neck or in his beat-up backpack. All the pictures of you, and you’re still not used to having a camera pointed towards you.
Tonight’s a takeout kind of night, both you and Peter too lazy to cook. It’s sweatpants that are too long rolled at the ankles, a baggy t-shirt with a hole in the neckline.
He ordered your favorite without asking, you’d simply overheard him on the phone with the restaurant and smiled because he knows you that well.
“I’ll be right back,” he’d said to you before he left to go pick up the food, a kiss stamped to your cheek.
It’s not even fifteen minutes later when he comes back through the door, the rustle of the takeout bag in his hand, the jingle of his keys being set down on the counter. You stand from the couch and meet him in the kitchen.
He’s standing by the island, taking out the boxes filled with your dinner from the bag. You come to stand beside him, nearly hip to hip.
You eat that way, too, sideways glances during bites, giggles hidden behind hands. It’s the kind of easy, simple, domestic thing you’ve come to love so much. The comfort that you could only ever feel with Peter. With the boy you love.
Peter catches you looking at him, your eyes all fond and sweet, and his heart swells in his chest. For a long time, he thought he was difficult to love, someone nobody would want, and then you came along and you look at him this way and he feels much differently.
“Don’t move.” Peter drops his fork and all but runs into your bedroom. He comes back with the polaroid camera in hand.
“Peter,” you groan. “Another one?”
“Just one, I promise.” He stands by the island again, hip leaning against the counter. “Please?”
You’ll never be used to the attention he gives you, to the idea that you’re worthy of being the subject of his pictures. As much as it embarrasses you, you can’t say no. Not when he says ‘please’ the way he does. Lip jutted in a pout, brown eyes sweet on yours.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” Peter’s smile is instant, eyes crinkling in the corners. He leans in and pecks the tip of your nose, “thank you, honey.”
Your nose crinkles at his affection, and before you can really prepare yourself, the click of the camera sounds.
“I wasn’t even ready!”
“That’s kinda the point,” he says. “You already looked perfect, ‘kay?”
You hide your face in your hands, flustered as always when he takes a picture of you. It’s not even the picture itself, really, it’s the words that come with it, the compliments that he spits out like they’re facts.
You’ll never understand how this boy could feel the way he does about you, but he feels it and you don’t ever want to let that go.
The picture prints from the camera, and you can hear Peter start to shake it in the air to develop it quicker. After a couple of seconds, he sets both the picture and the camera down, freeing his hands to grab yours and pull them away from your face.
“Stop hiding,” he weaves his fingers between yours now that your hands are down, swinging them lightly between your bodies. “You’re pretty. Thank you for letting me capture that.”
“Give me my hands back, I need to hide again.”
“No!” Peter shakes his head, his smile soft and easy as ever. The private smile that he saves for you. “You’re not getting ‘em back.”
And, even flustered, you suppose having your hands in Peter’s forever wouldn’t be so bad.
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nickybloodhead · 6 months
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Kinktober day 9: Stripping
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James had lost a bet against you and was now questioning all of his life decisions.
You looked at him with a mischievous smile as you waited for him to start, he looked everywhere as if he expected someone to come to his rescue out of nowhere, but no one would come, so he had no way out.
"Can't we, you know, renegotiate the terms of the bet, honey?" he asked with a smile, you just scoffed and shook your head.
"Nope, sorry baby, but you lost so...why don't you start taking your clothes off for me?" You smile and wink at him, resting your chin on your hand and looking him up and down lasciviously, eating him with your eyes.
The sudden role reversal had him disoriented, he couldn't help blushing and feeling shy as if he were a virgin. He pursed his lips and hesitantly unbuckled his belt, but a disapproving sound from you made him stop.
"No, no baby, up and down and uh, make sure you give me a show, yeah?" you smiled flirtatiously at him and leaned back on the couch. He averted his gaze embarrassed and a little horny but obeyed, he started to unbutton his shirt slowly, his eyes back on you.
You smiled sideways and watched as his shirt slid down his broad shoulders, he looked so shy and small with that look of embarrassment and red cheeks, neither of you had ever done this before, but bossing him around and making him this nervous was turning you on. You watched as his hands slowly moved down to the edge of his tank top, he tugged it up and pulled it off in one swift movement, his fingers running over his chest and abdomen tentatively as he looked up at you through his eyelashes.
"Is this show enough for you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at you and crossing his arms in a vague attempt to look tough, it didn't work.
"Uhm, I don't know, you still have your pants on" You moved dangerously close to him, circling him and getting a glimpse of his naked torso from every angle, your hand caressed his back, which sent a shiver down his spine "Maybe if you make good on what I win on the bet, just maybe, it'll give you some relief here" You looked down at his growing erection, straining against the fabric of his tight jeans, you squeezed his bulge momentarily, James gasp completely turned on.
He unbuttons his pants, hooks his fingers in the belt loops and pulls them all the way down. You nod in approval and gesture for him to sit next to you, again, he obediently does as you ask.
"Wow, who knew the mighty Hetfield could be so accommodating" you tease him, his boxers still on so you run the tip of your finger along the contour of his cock. He lifts his hips in search of attention, no words from him, just pleading looks; you grab the hem of his underwear and pull it down to the middle of his thighs. He almost trembles with anticipation until you finally wrap your hand around his girth, he moans at the relief of being touched and seeing him this desperate makes you lose it.
You quickly manage to remove your pants and panties, then take his hand and guide it between your legs, as you begin to masturbate him you hump against his fingers, using it to grind your clit, James is mesmerized and just lets himself be handled at your pleasure.
His dick is contracting in your hand and you know he's close if his increasingly loud moans are any indication, so you lean over and put your lips around the tip, which is enough to make him cum and fill your mouth, you hear how it's a panting disaster, so you swallow every last drop just for the pleasure of it.
When you are sure there will be no more cum you stand up and look at him, he has a mess of emotions painted on his face, but the one that stands out the most is surprise.
"Wipe that expression off your face, I haven't cum yet so go ahead, make me drip, baby."
Did I make a bit of submissive James ?.... You can bet your panties I did, uh huh, I love to make this big man nervous.
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gravehags · 7 months
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our little remedy
Pairing: Aether x f!Reader x Mountain
Rating: Explicit
18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Tags: threesome, PinV sex, anal sex, weed smoking, ghouls being tender as always, Cumulus and Dew cameos
Words: 2,416
Summary: Two ghouls at once was unprecedented for you. But you love a challenge.
a/n: PART 5 BABY HORNY HOURS ARE NOW the way i would let aether and mountain absolutely destroy me...whew
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“Mm…’Lus…I have kitchen duties.”
The ghoulette smiles against your lips and pushes you further into the doorframe. Clearly she pays your concern no mind as she slides her hand into your hair, claws scratching lightly at your scalp. 
“Not finished with you yet, my love,” she purrs, hand sliding down to cup your ass. A low wolf whistle comes from the hallway and the two of you part, brows furrowed. Dewdrop is leaning against the door opposite Cumulus’, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. Cumulus lets out a little growl that makes your breath hitch.
“We’re busy, fuck off,” she snarls at him, gripping your hips and frowning.
“Oh I know,” he says slyly, “heard you both loud and clear last night. And you didn’t invite me?” His lips slide into a faux-pout and Cumulus looks like she’s going to launch at him. 
“Dew, fuck off,” you say simply in an effort to de-escalate the situation, “and mind your business. ‘Lus, I have to go.” She looks so damn sad, tail flicking lowly behind her. Squeezing her hands you lean over and give her two kisses on her cheek and one achingly sweet one on her plush lips. Dew at least has the decency to look away as you give her a meaningful stare. She sighs and relinquishes your hands.
“If you must,” she says, giving Dew a sideways dirty look.
“Bye, love,” you murmur. “Goodbye, Dewdrop,” you say, brushing his shoulder affectionately as you pass.
You hurry down the hall to make sure you don’t witness any ghoul-on-ghoul violence. It’s still too early in the day for that.
A week passes, filled with duties both tedious and enjoyable, and you find yourself heading to the common room on your floor. You’ve earned the ire of your fellow siblings after the invasion of ghouls in the space but quite frankly you couldn’t care less. You walk in and immediately register a conversation.
“I don’t think she can handle it.”
Mountain is sitting on the couch, joint in hand speaking to Aether, who sits in a chair opposite with his feet propped up on an ottoman. You loudly deposit your bag in a chair and sidle over to them.
“Who can’t handle what?” It’s not like you to be this nosy but you and the ghouls had become close over the past few months and they seemed to prefer bluntness. Plopping yourself on the couch next to Mountain, you give them both a look. Mountain takes a deep drag from his joint and passes it to you.
“Can’t handle us,” he says simply, exhaling smoke.
You don’t have to ask for clarification - you’ve picked up on what he means.
“Took Cumulus’ strap,” you say, not without a little pride. Aether grins wickedly and winks at you.
“We heard,” he chuckles, watching you take a hit. “Been thinking about those sweet noises you made that night for days now.”
You cough a little on your exhale, making Mountain smile.Your cheeks are burning from the way they both look at you.
“Do you want it?” Mountain queries, accepting the joint back from you. “Both of us?”
Lust simmers low in your stomach as the weed pulls through your system.
“Yeah,” you breathe, biting your lip. Aether’s eyes fly to where your teeth tug on flesh and you see his fists clench. Mountain stands, positively towering over you and you crane your neck to look up at him. Aether follows suit, looming, and you turn your gaze to him.
Oh absolutely, you think.
As if reading your mind, Aether extends a hand and pulls you off the couch.
“Yours?” he asks Mountain as the three of you walk towards the door.
“Yeah. Bed’s bigger.”
Once again you find yourself in the ghoul den, standing at the threshold of Mountain’s room. He’s right - his bed is massive. The room is decorated with crawling vines and beautiful blooms and idly you wonder how he cares for them in such a dark space. Aether slides his hands around your waist from behind you as Mountain closes the door, making you jump a little.
“Easy,” he purrs, leaning forward to inhale deep at the crown of your head. When you turn in his arms to face him he’s gazing down at you with a soft expression, even with his pupils blown. Suddenly gripped with desire you slide your palm along his jaw and raise yourself on tiptoes to capture his lips. You whimper against him as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue against yours. As he devours you, he guides you backwards towards the bed, where Mountain is sitting. Upon your approach he stands and you slip from Aether’s grasp to enter his. He’s too tall for you to reach so you grab the front of his shirt, pulling him down to your level. When he slides a hand down to bring your hips against him, you moan at the feeling of his hardened cock resting against you. 
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Aether asks from behind you as he strips himself. You want to turn to look at him but Mountain grips your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up.
“She’s perfect,” he murmurs. Your flush continues to spread across your body and you’re filled with such emotion not only for the both of them, but for all the ghouls. They’ve been so kind to you, so loving - more so than anyone else you’ve met during your time at the abbey. Mountain must see the tears welling in your eyes because he sits, bringing you back to eye level with him.
“You’re perfect,” he repeats, and Aether echoes him before wrapping his arms around you once more. You’re finally distracted from emotion by the feeling of Aether’s lips on your neck as his hands slip the buttons of your habit loose. Mountain helps his effort, sliding the garment down and off your body until you stand before the both of them in your bra and panties.
“C’mon, Mountain,” Aether says, lips on your shoulder.
“Your turn,” you smile at him as he begins to remove his shirt and pants. As he is occupied with that task, you feel Aether unhook your bra and a shiver runs through you as his large hands slip down your body to remove your underwear. When you’re finally nude, you turn to face him and gasp. He’s gorgeous - big, strong, dusted with hair and his cock juts out proudly. He’s nowhere near as long as Swiss but he’s thick - so thick your body aches at the thought of being filled by him.
“You like it?” he asks, bringing a hand down to idly stroke himself.
“Mmhmm,” you respond, stepping towards him and sliding a hand into the hair on his chest. He purrs contentedly as he moves his hand to your breast, teasing your nipple into hardness. You lean into his touch, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of him fondling you when you realize Mountain has gone untouched. You turn to face him and your jaw hangs open. He’s already reclined on the bed, slowly stroking his (unbelievably big, you think) cock.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he says with a grin as the two of you make your way towards him.
“Didn’t want you to feel neglected,” you say as you kneel on the duvet. Slowly, you climb over him and swing your leg to straddle him. Leaning forward, you kiss him slowly, letting his cock drag between the two of you as you work your mouth over his. When you shift forward to drag him through your folds, you hear Aether moan behind you. You turn to beckon him and he kneels onto the bed behind you, mouthing at your shoulder blade. With every roll of your hips Mountain’s gaze darkens, and he grips you hard.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growls, making a surge of wetness slide out of you. “Both of us.”
Unable to handle the teasing drag of his cock against your clit any longer, you sit precariously up on your knees and take him in hand. You can barely wrap your fist around him and you feel a swoop of anxiety. Mountain seems to sense your nervousness and slides his hands to your waist, gazing up at you. When you position yourself above him, you take a deep breath before slowly lowering yourself on him. The stretch is divine, and you hear yourself whimper as you continue to ease him inside you. You finally take him to the base, and Mountain’s eyes roll back in his head. You’re content to sit there for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling of being full, when you feel Aether behind you sliding his hands up to your breasts.
“Look at you take him,” he breathes, pinching your hardened nipples. “How does it feel?”
Gently, you roll your hips a little and moan at the sensation.
“Good,” you say, head falling back against Aether’s shoulder as you repeat the motion, “so good.”
You lift yourself up enough almost for the entirety of Mountain to slip out of you and then bring yourself down. His hips jerk upwards to hit that beautiful spot inside of you. Slowly, you begin to ride him and he grips your hips, claws digging into you.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Mountain growls, thrusting up into you with every roll of your hips, “just like that.”
Aether continues to play with your tits, breath hot in your ear as you arch backwards against him. When he pulls away for a moment to grab something on the dresser behind him, you whine at the loss. He returns, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear as his hand drifts down your body to rest on your ass. He spreads you open and you lean forward, arching your back. Gently, he brushes his thumb over your asshole and you buck backwards into his touch. You’ve stopped riding Mountain, too distracted by Aether, but Mountain continues to fuck into you at a steady pace. You hear a small pop from behind you and when Aether’s fingers return to brush over your hole, they’re warm and slick. Biting your lip you let him gently probe a finger into you and he coos in your ear.
“Feel good?” he asks, teasing your hole open until he’s knuckle deep.
Too full to think, you nod your head dumbly, pushing your hips back on his hand so his finger is completely inside of you.
“Good girl,” he purrs, making your cunt clench around Mountain, “can you take another?”
Mountain thrusts up particularly hard, causing you to cry out.
“Yes! Please, Aether,”
Slowly, Aether adds a second finger and you moan brokenly. He eases into you, lightly scissoring his fingers and the stretch makes your clit throb. Aether continues like this for several minutes as Mountain steadily thrusts into you. But it’s just not enough.
“Need you,” you whine over your shoulder. “Need your cock, Aether.”
When Aether slides his fingers out of you you let out a pathetic noise, only to have your cunt clench at the sound of Aether slicking his cock up behind you. When he presses the head against your hole, you arch your back into his touch. With a leisurely pace he slides into you and your jaw hangs open as he stretches you. 
“So tight,” Aether hisses. “Isn’t she?”
Mountain grins from beneath you as your eyes roll back. The feeling of both of them inside of you, making you feel so full, practically makes you drool. When Aether begins fucking your ass at an unhurried pace, Mountain joins in. You can barely bring yourself to move, let alone think, as your body hunches over in pleasure. 
“Fuck, love,” Aether groans, as his pace begins to pick up. Mountain matches his speed, making you throw your head back and moan again and again. It’s somehow both too much and not enough as you work their cocks, drinking in the desperate and hungry noises they make.
“Mountain,” you pant as your breasts bounce, slick with sweat. “Aether!”
“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” Mountain says breathlessly. “Don’t stop fucking her.”
Aether’s lips are on your shoulder as he obeys the other ghoul’s command. Mountain’s thrusts become frantic as you continue to ride him, despite the burn in your thighs. When he cums, it’s with a shout and you moan at the feeling of his seed pulsing into you and spilling out. You don’t stop after he’s finished and softening inside you, determined to chase your own high. Aether’s own thrusts are becoming haphazard and he reaches around you to cup your mound, fingers sliding through Mountain’s cum to rub your clit.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Aether pants, “cum on our cocks.”
You whine, desperate to reach your peak and feel Aether finish. All of a sudden, your orgasm hits you like a freight train and you’re crying out over and over as you clench Mountain’s softening cock and Aether’s hard one. It’s exactly what Aether needs to hear because all of a sudden he lets out a broken moan and cums into your hole in drawn out spurts. A moment passes, the only sound in the room being the collective panting of the three of you. When Aether slips himself out, you let out another, far smaller moan at the feeling of his seed sliding out of you and down your cunt to where you’re still joined with Mountain. Gently, Aether urges you off Mountain and picking you up, lays you down on the duvet. You barely register Aether leaving and heading towards the bathroom but when he returns and slips a warm, damp rag between your thighs you make a sweet sound of thanks. Mountain shifts himself over to make room for both you and Aether and you sigh contentedly.
“Well done,” Aether says in your ear.
“Thanks,” you say breathlessly, running your hand over Mountain’s chest. Both ghouls are purring and the sound sets you immediately at ease. Suddenly, you think of something that makes you laugh out loud. Both of them cock their heads at you quizzically and you rub your eyes.
“Dew,” you say, grinning, “Dew said he wanted to watch me take both your cocks. He’s going to be so disappointed he missed it.”
Aether loudly snorts and Mountain rolls his eyes.
“Don’t worry,” Aether grins against your shoulder. “There’s always next time.”
They don’t stop teasing you about your blush for a while.
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harryforvogue · 1 month
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harry and annaliese please!!!
“Do you know what you’re doing?”
Annaliese looks up from the lather, offense etched onto her features. “I’ve done this before.”
“Several years ago, yes.”
“I wouldn’t say several. Now, do you want to be standing for this and I could get a stool or maybe–”
“No,” Harry says, sitting on the edge of the tub. He pats his thigh twice. “Come here.”
Annaliese’s eyes widen. Her heart flutters…well, everywhere. “Really?”
“Really.”
She grabs all the utensils and then carefully sits sideways on his lap. Harry shakes his head and grabs her waist, twisting her over so her legs wrap around his torso. 
“You’ll fall over,” she protests. 
“I won’t.” He spreads his legs wider to balance himself. His hands don’t move from her waist. If anything, they grip tighter. 
She froths the cream a little bit more before shifting closer, raising his chin. “Your lips.”
He pulls them between his teeth, eyes alight with excitement, and perhaps something else. She starts over his mouth, and then down his cheeks and jaw. Then his neck. He shudders at the cold cream, but lets her swirl the brush over his stubble until nicely coated. 
“Do you remember the first time we did this and I nicked your neck?”
Harry restores his lips to normal and chuckles softly. “I bled for ten minutes. You ran to get me a bandaid if I recall correctly.”
“And Thea asked how you could have cut yourself when you’ve never done so before.”
“It was fun, wasn’t it? Keeping us a secret.”
“Fun for you, maybe. I didn’t like lying to my best friend.”
“Lying?” Harry rubs her hip with his thumb. “I don’t think it was lying. Just hiding.”
“I had to tell her I wasn’t interested in anyone for, like, six months!”
“The horror,” Harry murmurs, turning his head as Annaliese flips open the razor. “Carefully, yes?”
“Yes, yes. I know.”
She starts at his sideburns, slowly dragging down. His eyes flutter shut at the contact, just briefly, before opening, staring past her shoulder. Harry never lets his stubble grow out much, so the hair are already short. She stretches the skin with one her left hand and shaves with her right. When the razor is coated, she pulls back and leans over to the sink to dip it into the already filled warm basin. Harry’s hands hold her tightly to make sure she doesn’t fall.
“Good?” she asks.
Harry nods. “So far no casualties.”
“You’re so dramatic.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Cannot be more dramatic than you.”
She uses the towel slung over his shoulder to wipe down the blade and then goes back to stretching his skin. As she gets the hang of it, he relaxes his tense shoulders and wanders his eyes over to her. 
She can see him watching her from the corner of her vision. When she glances over at him, Harry only stares back until his left eye drops in a wink.
Annaliese, despite being married to this man for several years, blushes. Harry laughs, rubbing her back as if to comfort her.
Once she gets to his mouth, he dutifully bites down on lips to hide them as she glides the razor over his mustache and down his jaw. She makes sure to get the corner of his mouth, and one one side of his face is down, she cleans the blade and leans forward to kiss his soft cheek a few times. The cream he uses smells divine. There must be some science behind how the smell drives her insane.
This, of course, Harry knows. He gives his knees a little bounce to send her bumping into him.
“You’ll fall!” she says again. 
“Won’t.”
Annaliese sighs and continues with the other side of his face. When she’s done, he tilts his head back so she can get his neck, visibly tense again as she goes over his Adam’s apple. He grabs her waist again as she washes away the froth. 
“Done,” she announces, extremely proud of herself. “Now I’ll go over it again–”
“No,” Harry says quickly, grabbing the razor from her. “I’ll do that.”
She frowns. “You said I could.”
“Yes, but I’ve changed my mind. Going against the hair is, er, too advanced. I can do it. But you can watch.”
He pats her thigh firmly and goes to stand up, taking her with him. Her feet land against the floor and he walks her backwards until her back hits the sink, trapping her there. He takes the cream and rubs it over his face once more, cleaning the blade again as well.
Annaliese stops her complaining right away as Harry looks over her head at himself in the mirror, quickly shaving his jaw and neck. He does it at such a speed, it’s so fun to watch. A smile plays on his lips because he knows exactly how she feels as she watches him. Her hands grab his shirt, mouth ajar, waiting for him to finish his neck to press her lips to his pulse point, kissing it repeatedly.
Harry laughs softly, continuing to shave over his mustache. All she can hear is the scratch of the blade against the short hair. She pulls away once he’s finished, stepping back to let him wash the rest of the lather away. She takes the towel away from his shoulder and pats his face dry.
“So handsome,” she whispers. “You are so handsome. It's so unfair. I should keep you locked up. Nobody should be allowed to look at you.”
Harry wraps his arms around her when she leans up to kiss him, urgency laced into her lips. She kisses him and kisses him until the air runs out, her back digging into the sink. She has to press her thighs together to get some relief, which Harry, as the attentive man he is, notices right away.
“If you keep kissing me like this,” he murmurs heavily against her mouth, “we’ll never make it to dinner.”
His hands slide down her sides suggestively.
“We don’t need to go to dinner,” she says.
“I made these reservations four months ago, my love.” He pulls back to hold her face, squishing her cheeks together. “We will be going to dinner.”
Annaliese attempts to pout, which earns her another heavy kiss from her husband. “Fine,” she sighs, seeking out one more kiss. “But after that, I get to have my way with you.”
“Mm. Absolutely.”
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southerngirl41 · 2 months
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Lead You On (Alt. Ending)
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Warnings: 18+, Angst and all the sad things.
Thank you all so much for sticking with me through this long ass story! It has been a labor of love for more than six months. But I couldn't end it without giving Jey his happy ending. So, here is the first part of the very end of this story
Just a reminder that this is all fiction!
This part will pick up at the end of Alt Ending 22.1
Catch up here: Part 1
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Part 1 of 2
Emery smiled to herself as she heard the scampering of feet down the long hallway echoing off the wooden floors. Two sets of bare feet ran into the kitchen, both kids shouting, “Momma!”
“Yes, my loves?” She asks as Willa and her two year old brother Keoni come into her line of sight. Her daughter climbs onto a stool at the kitchen island, “What are you making?” she asks as Emery picks up her son, sitting him on the island next to her, as she works, “Trying to make daddy a cake.”
“I love cake!” 
Emery chuckles, “So does daddy. And this is his favorite. If I can just read your Great Auntie's handwriting.” Emery tells her daughter,  as she scrunched her nose and tilted the recipe sideways, a pout forming on her lips as she tried to decipher the scribbled handwriting. 
Huge brown eyes looked up at Emery with excitement, clumsily taking a handful of coconut flakes from the bowl, “You can't eat all the coconut, silly boy.” She takes the bowl from her son and stands him up on the floor, ruffling his wild, curly hair, “Baby, take your brother to daddy and you can come back and help me.”
Willa nods her head excitedly before taking her brother's hand and leading him out of the kitchen. Emery watches them go, her heart swelling with love for her family. She turns her attention back to the task at hand and continues to sift through the recipe.
Jon looked up from his pool cleaning duties as his two kids came running toward him, “There's my babies!” he smiled and opened his arms wide, scooping them both into a hug, "What's momma doing?"
Willa laughed, “She's making a cake!” she said excitedly before pulling back to give her brother a tug to lead him away from the pool. He grinned as his daughter told him all about the cake that Emery was trying to make, "The coconut cake?” He asked in amusement.
Willa nodded, "She said it was your favorite."
Jon sighed affectionately, “Oh my. Alright, go help momma with the cake and me and little man will finish up here.”
“I'll admit I was worried when Willa said you were making a cake.” Jon laughs, looking over at Emery as she slips a nightgown over her head. Her nipples, hard against the nearly sheer white fabric, poked out in stark contrast. He smiled to himself as she rubbed some lotion on her hands and walked toward the bed. She stuck her tongue out at him, “Must have been good, you ate two pieces!”
"It was delicious, baby.” Jon smiled as he looked up at Emery who was now straddling his waist. His hands found her hips, his thumbs making a steady back and forth sweeping motion across them. 
"What?"
“Just thinking about how happy I am,” He said, “...how much I love you. Never imagined we'd be here- with two kids.
Emery leaned down and kissed him, her tongue tasting of minty toothpaste. Jon's heart swelled with love for the woman above him; almost three years together in Samoa and he couldn't have asked for a better life. He hadn't touched alcohol in almost six years, and he had two beautiful children with the love of his life. He reached out to brush the stray strands of hair away from her face before saying a silent prayer for all he was blessed with. Emery smiled as she felt his affectionate touch on her face, “I can feel your love for me,” She said softly before capturing his lips with hers again. This time their kiss was slow and passionate; speaking volumes without words about the promises they had made to one another - Of faithfulness and forever.
“That ain’t whatchu feelin’ girl…” Jon's hands slipped underneath her gown, his fingertips tracing intricate patterns across her back. Emery let out a soft sigh, surrendering to the sensation of his touch but Jon's face turned serious, “You ever regret not marrying Joe?”
Her head dropped, she stared at his stomach, her fingers making little circles on his skin. “Let's not talk about that again. It always ends in a fight.”
“Sorry.”
“I'm not going anywhere, you know that.”
“I just get- “ he pauses for a moment,  “insecure, I guess?”
“Baby. Why? We literally live halfway across the world from him. We have two kids, a beautiful home in the one place you always dreamed of living…life is good!”
“You're right.”
Emery smiles, “I tell you that all the time and yet-”
“And yet I still argue.” He laughs, rolling her onto her back. “Let's get some sleep, got a big day tomorrow. What time are mom and Josh gon’ land?”
“Ten. It's been too long since the kids have seen them. Do you think we've been away too long?  That maybe we need to be closer?”
“Nope...we good here.  Good night babe. I love you.” He replies, essentially cutting the conversation short.
“Night, love you too.” She sighs as her husband rolls over.  
He might not want to admit it but being so far away from everyone had its challenges. Jon had taken on a much lighter travel schedule since moving back to Samoa, almost exclusively doing PLE's now.  Meaning he would only be gone a couple times a month at most.  Josh was hotter than ever, being the biggest baby face in the company. And Joe was on the cusp of retirement. 
Emery sighed, staring at the ceiling in the bedroom. She missed the excitement of traveling and the roar of the crowds but with two small kids it felt impossible to travel to the shows. Especially with such a crazy time zone difference. Jon had told her that maybe for WrestleMania they'd give it a try, he wanted to introduce his son to that world before he got too old and found interest in something else. “Can't let the legacy die out.” He'd often tell her.
The next morning Emery jolted awake, hearing voices in the kitchen, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked at the clock, “12:05” she mumbled to herself,  she must have overslept. She scrambled to make herself look presentable for their guests and walked down the hallway to join them. 
“Hey, there she is.” Jon says, giving her a sloppy kiss on the forehead,  “You musta been tired babe.”
“Sorry guys, I don't know what happened, haven't slept that long in years.” she apologizes, pulling her mother-in-law into a hug. “Don't even worry honey, I know how those kids can wear you out!” she tells Emery, squeezing her extra tight.  “You deserve some good sleep!”
“Where's Josh- never mind, I hear him and Willa.” Emery chuckled, when the two of them were together she forgot which one was really the eight year old. Josh had become such an amazing Uncle to her two children. She loved their bond.  
••••••••••••••••••
Emery made her way to the kitchen sometime during the middle of the night, stopping in her tracks when she saw Josh standing with the refrigerator door open. His silhouette bathed in the fluorescent light from the fridge. She swallowed hard, studying his bare back, now covered in tattoos; a stark contrast to his once beautiful, flawless skin. She hesitates for a moment, taking him in as he closes the door. “Couldn't sleep?” Her voice cracks causing him to jump a little as he turns around. 
“Sorry.  Didn't wake you, did I?” he asked softly. 
“Nah. Got thirsty.”
His arm extends, handing her the glass of juice he was drinking from,  “We can share.”
The tension was palpable as their eyes met over the glass of juice. Emery licked the excess from the corner of her lips and handed the glass back. 
“Jet lag.” He shrugs, swallowing down the remaining liquid. 
Silence-
“Jon's happy you're here…and the kids. Willa, she misses you.”
The corner of his lips curled into a smile, “And you-miss me?”
Emery looks away, sensing how close they were to crossing a line they should not cross again. Just as she thinks about turning away, Josh catches her by the fingertips and pulls her back gently. “Talk to me…please."
Emery felt herself trembling as she looked up into his dark eyes. He was still the same man she had fallen in love with all those years ago, but there was something different about him now. Maybe it was age, or maybe it was the pain that he had endured in the intervening years. She wanted to tell him that she still loved him, that a huge part of her heart would always belong to him no matter what, but something held her back.
“And say what Josh?”
His hand comes to rest on her hip, “Say that this is all a bad dream. That…that we'll wake up tomorrow- in bed together, your head snuggled into my chest, my leg thrown over yours. That we’ll make love and then eat breakfast in bed like we always did. And we’ll laugh and tell each other a dozen times that we should really get dressed and get outta bed but we won’t, we’ll just lay there, day dreaming together. I’ll kiss you and tell you over and over again that you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved and I could never be whole without you,”
She bit her lip to fight back the tears that pooled in her eyes as he spoke. Every word felt like it ripped open an old wound.
He let out a ragged breath, “We were supposed to end up together.”
Emery could feel her heart racing as she looked into his intense gaze. He was right- they were supposed to end up together and now here they were, eight years later and worlds apart. She wanted to tell him the truth, but it felt wrong in so many ways. She was married now, and Josh had a long time girlfriend. It wouldn't be fair to anyone if she admitted her true feelings for him.
"I-” she opens then closes her mouth.
“I, what? Can't talk about it. Won't admit you still love me." His voice was firm yet tender as Emery's lip quivered when he spoke the words that she had been too afraid to say herself. Josh's arms wrap tightly around, pulling her body to his as he whispers softly into her ear; “Tell me you still love me…please babygirl. Need to hear you say it- just once more. Even if it’s the last time.”
Emery takes a deep breath before finally speaking; "I will always, always love you." Her voice is barely audible, but it's enough for Josh to understand how deeply she was feeling in this moment. He holds her close for a few moments before finally stepping away from her gently. “We both made choices in life that- ," he whispers, his hand dropped suddenly from her waist as footsteps came toward them. Emery's heart thumped hard in her chest as Willa appeared at their side. “Hi pumpkin.” Josh says softly, smoothing back her wild bed head, “What’s wrong?”
Willa leaned into his side, “I had a bad dream.” And although she was about to turn nine, Willa jumped into his open arms like she was still three. “There's my sweet girl.” He cooed as he kissed the top of her head as she laid it on his shoulder, “Go on to bed, I got her.” He tells Emery with a wink. 
Emery stopped just past the kitchen, frozen as she watched Josh hold Willa in his arms, her long legs dangling at his side. He walked to the large picture window that overlooked the water, the soft moonlight casting a glow over them as he swayed back and forth.  “You know when you were just a little bitty baby you hated to sleep.”
“I did?” She asked curiously. 
“Yes ma'am you did. And I would hold you in my arms and sing, Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. And the dreams that you dream of once in a lullaby.”
Tears welled up in Emery's eyes as she listened to Josh singing to her daughter just as he had all those years ago. 
“By the time I got to the second verse you were fast asleep.” 
Willa yawns, “I like when you sing to me.”
“Somewhere over the rainbow. Bluebirds fly. And the dreams that you dream of…Dreams really do come true.”  His voice was soft and comforting as he continued to sing, “Someday I'll wish upon a star. Wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where trouble melts like lemon drops. High above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me.”
Emery finally turned, walking back into her bedroom and crawled in bed, Jon moaned in his sleep, wrapping his arms around her, “Everything good? You been gone a minute.” Emery smiled at the warmth of Jon's embrace as he snuggled into her. She kissed him in the dark before whispering that Willa had had a bad dream. He nodded sleepily, his raspy voice heavy with exhaustion as he replied, “Mmkay. Love you babe."
Emery allowed herself to slowly drift off to sleep, her heart still full from the moment earlier with Josh and Willa. Somewhere over the rainbow she could hear his voice still singing, a reminder of the beautiful love they shared all those years ago.
The morning sun shone through Emery’s bedroom window, casting a bright glow over her face. She felt a warmth settle over her as she slowly stretched, opening her eyes to take in the new day then quietly rolled out of bed so as to not wake Jon. She peeked into Willa's room as she passed by,  she was fast asleep with Josh sleeping in the rocking chair at her bedside. She shook her head and smiled to herself thinking, he could always sleep anywhere. 
As she made her cup of coffee Jon walked into the kitchen, wrapped his strong arms around Emery from behind and kissed her neck affectionately. "You tryin' to sneak out on me girl?" She shook her head but he could feel that something was different about her today,  “What’s got you up so early?” he asked curiously as he poured himself a cup of coffee and faced Emery with an inquisitive look on his face.
"I wanna go to Wrestlemania this year." Emery tells him.
Jon raises an eyebrow at her sudden out of the blue request but can't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "Wrestlemania? Why, you ain't wanted to go in years." he chuckles. Emery smiled as she wrapped her arms around Jon’s neck. “I know, but Josh is gonna win the Undisputed title and I wanna be there to see it."
Jon scoffs and removes her arms from his neck, "Is that what he told you?"
"No- He doesn't know yet but Dad told me."
"I see." Jon’s face stays blank, giving Emery no indication of his thoughts.
"I wanna sit ring side and cheer for him, because I'm so fucking proud of him!  I wanna support him because he supported me… He stepped up when-”
Jon cuts her off, “Is that how you really feel? He stepped up?”
“Why do you get like this when it comes to him?”
“Because I know, Em…” he shakes his head as he sips his coffee.
“Know what?”
“That I'm just a consolation prize...your second choice... ya baby daddy. Someone who will never measure up.”
“Excuse me?”
“I know you wanted Josh. It's always, always been him.”
Emery rolls her eyes, crossing her arms, “This sounds like some drunk Jon bullshit you're on!”
“Why you always throwin’ that shit back in my face!”
“The same reason you throw Joe and your brother back in mine! It hurts doesn't it?” She can feel the anger bubbling up inside her, ready to burst at any moment. “You know what, you're being ridiculous!” She snaps. “Josh is a part of my past, and that's where he'll stay. I love you and I chose you. I wouldn't have married you if I wanted to be with someone else. And I certainly wouldn't have had two children with you!”
Jon shakes his head, “I can't keep competing with a memory, babe.”
“I'm not asking you to,” Emery replies firmly, “I just want to go to Wrestlemania with my dad and support Josh. Is that so wrong?”
Jon's shoulders droop, and he stares down at his feet. “No, you're right. I'm sorry, babe. I shouldn't have said that.” He looks down at Emery, his dark eyes full of regret. “I trust you, and I know you love me. I'm just paranoid, I guess."
“I'm sorry too,” Emery steps forward and takes Jon's hands on hers, squeezing them reassuringly. “So, are you okay with me going?”
Jon gives her a small smile, “Of course, I want you to be happy."
Wrestlemania
Josh burst out of the ring, his chest heaving with adrenaline as he clutched the Undisputed title belt tightly in his hand. The roaring crowd shook the arena, their energy coursing through his veins as he made his way to the edge of the crowd, reaching out to touch every outstretched hand in the sea of people. A surge of emotion overcame him as he stopped in front of Emery and Willa, throwing his arms around them and squeezing them in a fierce embrace. "I did it, baby! I really did it!" He yelled triumphantly, his voice barely audible above the deafening cheers. Emery's eyes glistened with tears of pride as she shouted back, "I am so damn proud of you, you deserve this more than anyone!" Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she cried in happiness for the incredible fight she had just witnessed and for Josh's well-deserved victory. He pulled away from their embrace, leaning down to kiss Willa on top of her head a few times before whispering fiercely, "I love you, princess." With a wink at them both, Josh made his way backstage to Gorilla.
As the crowd began to disperse, Emery and Willa walked hand in hand towards Gorilla. “Are you proud of Uncle Josh, Momma?" Willa asked, looking up at her mother with wide eyes. Emery smiled down at her daughter, "Of course I am, sweetheart. He worked really hard for this and he deserves it."
Willa nodded thoughtfully, "Yeah, he's really cool."
Emery chuckled, "That he is, baby. That he is." 
“My heart was beating really fast when he kicked Uncle Joe! I was scared he was gonna lose.”
She squeezed Willa's hand, feeling a deep sense of happiness that they were able to share this moment with Josh.. “How do you feel about Uncle Joe losing?”
“Daddy said he wins everything so, I don't feel bad. And Daddy said he wanted to fight him too. Maybe he can next time.” Willa says innocently. 
“I'm sure daddy would love to fight Uncle Joe. And probably Uncle Josh…”  she mumbled. Her thoughts drifted back to Jon and she wondered how he was feeling. She knew that the conversation they had earlier hadn't gone exactly as planned, but she was hopeful that things would get better with time.
“Why won't you sit with us during the show,” Emery demanded, her voice laced with impatience as she pulled on her jeans. Jon turned towards her, a strange and distant look in his eyes. “In the middle of that chaotic crowd? Fuck no! You know I can't handle that.” 
Emery's frustration boiled over, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she glared at her husband. “But this is history in the making! Your own brother is about to dethrone Joe and become Champion!”
Jon shook his head, a mix of fear and resentment evident in his expression as he struggled to dress their squirming son. “I'm happy you're excited babe.”
“Willa, sweetheart, stay here with your brother while Momma talks to Daddy.” Emery instructed their daughter before dragging Jon forcefully into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind them. She wouldn't let his fears ruin this moment for their family.
"Go ahead, give me your best shot," Jon growls, his arms tightly crossed as he perches on the edge of the counter. Emery stands between his legs, her stance defensive as she pleads with him. "I just want you there with us, that's all."
"And what if I ain't wanna be there?" Jon's voice is laced with bitterness and anger.
"I thought we were past this," Emery's tone is pleading, desperate.
"Well, we ain't," Jon snaps back, his jaw clenched in frustration.
Emery takes a step closer to him, their faces inches apart. "You do know that I love you, right? That you are my husband?"
Jon nods slowly, meeting her unwavering gaze. "Yeah, I know. And you my wife."
"Exactly," Emery's voice softens as she reaches up to cup his face in her hands. "It's always been you and me. Not me and Josh or me and Joe. I chose you over everyone else."
There is a tense silence between them as they continue to stare at one another. Emery's hands tremble against Jon's face before she continues. "Do you remember when you took me to the doctor that first time I thought I was pregnant? I was so scared but you were so strong for me. And you took care of me for the next three months." Her voice cracks with emotion. "I knew then that I loved you. And I've only loved you more since then. We've had our share of ups and downs, but we always come out on top. Together."
“I know. I just…can't.  I'm sorry.”
"Are you really going to skip the after party?" Emery's voice was laced with disappointment as they walked out of the arena. She knew his answer before he even spoke.
"I'm good. The kids are exhausted and so am I." Jon opened her car door, taking their sleeping son from her arms and placing him in the car seat. Emery shook her head, defiance flashing in her eyes. "I'm not leaving without you. Don't you want some time with your family?" She pleaded, hoping he would change his mind.
"Just go. It's obvious you want to." Jon's tone was sharp and cold, causing Emery's heart to sink. "Come with me," she begged, desperation creeping into her voice. "We can leave the kids with my dad. They're asleep anyway. Let's have some fun!”
Jon let out a heavy sigh, frustration evident on his face. "You always tryin’ to do too much, babe."
"And you always need to control everything," she retorted, her voice tinged with hurt. "I just want us to spend some time together as a family. Isn't that what we've been fighting for all these years? Time together?”
Jon stood there, silent for what seemed like an eternity as he stared at Emery, his expression twisted with uncertainty. “We got two kids, we don't need to be out partying like that.”
"I've been stuck on a fucking island for three years, away from everyone I love! You've isolated me from the entire world." Emery spat. “What do you think I do while you're out living life on the road? Not a Goddamn thing!”
The words hung heavy in the air between them, the weight of their past grievances suffocating their ability to move forward. Emery's eyes welled with tears as she watched Jon's face contort in anguish.
"Isolated you?" His voice was barely a whisper, filled with disbelief. "Is that what you think I'm doing?"
She took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for the car door to steady herself. "I'm sorry." she mumbled. Jon reached for her arm, his grip tightening gently. "Just fuckin' go without me.”
She wiped away her tears, determined not to let this ruin the night. With a heavy sigh, Emery stepped into the car, the engine rumbling to life. As they drove away from the arena, the silence between them was suffocating. Emery stared out the window, her mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions. She couldn't help but feel a profound sadness at the growing distance between her and Jon. As they drove further away from the arena, the lights of the city flickered in the distance, mirroring the fading hope within her heart. She stole glances at Jon, his face etched with a mix of anger and sadness. She wanted to reach out to him, to bridge that divide between them, but she knew that her words would only fall on deaf ears.
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The afterparty was in full swing, the sound of laughter and music filling the air. Emery plastered a smile on her face, determined to make the most of the night and celebrate with Josh and their family. But deep inside, her heart ached with every passing moment, the absence of Jon weighing heavily on her. As she made her way to the bar and ordered a drink, hoping that it would provide some solace amidst the chaos. Sipping her cocktail, her mind kept drifting back to Jon and their strained conversation. She understood his frustrations and fears, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment. Why couldn't he see that she just wanted them to be a family, to share in the happiness of this moment together?
Lost in her thoughts, Emery failed to notice someone approaching her from behind. Startled, she turned around to find Josh standing there, his face etched with concern. "You aight?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry. “You ain’t spoke to me since you walked in.” 
Emery forced a smile, not wanting to burden Josh with her own troubles. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, taking another sip of her drink. "Just lost in thought, I guess."
Josh nodded, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something. "Where's Jon?"
Emery's smile faltered, and she looked down at her glass and sighed, “He didn't wanna come. He said he was tired, wanted to take the kids to the room."
Josh frowned, his brow furrowing with concern. "That don't sound like him. Is everything okay?"
Emery squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a rush of emotion well up inside her. She knew she couldn't keep it bottled up any longer. "No, everything is not okay. We had a fight earlier, and he just...he doesn't want to be a part of this."
"What? Why?" Josh's voice held a mix of confusion and disappointment.
"Let's dance." she replies, changing the subject and drags him to the center of the dance floor. Josh stumbled a little, caught off guard by Emery's sudden change of topic. But he quickly regained his footing and followed her lead onto the dance floor. The pulsating music enveloped them, drowning out their troubles for a brief moment.
As they swayed to the rhythm of the music, Emery felt a wave of sadness wash over her, mingling with the electric energy of the room. She clutched onto Josh tightly, desperate for some semblance of solace amidst the chaos that had consumed her. She closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the music and the warmth of Josh's embrace. The longer he held her the more she felt a glimmer of hope begin to flicker within her, as if this dance held the power to heal her wounded soul. As they twirled and spun, an unspoken understanding passed between the pair. It was as if he knew exactly what she needed without her having to utter a single word. His strong arms held her close, providing a sense of stability amidst the chaos that surrounded them.
Lost in their own private bubble, they danced on, oblivious to the curious glances and hushed whispers that surrounded them. Pictures were taken, shared online for all to see. And the rumors spread like wildfire as the night went on. Drink after drink was consumed until Emery had to be carried back to her room by Sefa at the end of the night.
The next morning, Emery woke up to a barrage of notifications on her phone. Groaning, she rolled over and picked it up, expecting the usual flood of messages from friends and family. But what she saw made her heart seize in her chest.
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Pictures of her and Josh from the after party were plastered all over social media. The rumors were swirling, insinuating that there was something more than friendship between them. Panic coursed through Emery as she opened her social media accounts, and was met with a deluge of comments and messages. Some were supportive, understanding that a night out can lead to moments of vulnerability. Others were harsh, judgmental, and accusatory. The outside world never knew of her and Josh's past relationship so all these pictures looked as if she was stepping out on her husband with his twin brother
Tears streamed down her face as she read the hateful messages. She never meant for any of this to happen. All she wanted was to find a moment of peace amidst the chaos happening in her relationship with Jon. But as she looked over at her sleeping husband, her heart ached with guilt. How would she explain this to him? How could she make him understand that it was just a moment of weakness, a desperate attempt to seek comfort? 
"Don't be cryin' now. I ain't see you cryin' in the club last night when that shit was happenin'." Jon grumbled.
Emery's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Jon's voice. She hadn't realized that he had woken up and was witnessing her distress. She quickly wiped away her tears, trying to compose herself before facing him.
"Jon, I..." Her voice trailed off as she searched for the right words to say. But Jon's expression was stone cold, his eyes void of any warmth or understanding. "You think dancing all up on my brother was gon' fix anything?" he spat, his voice laced with anger. "You humiliated me in front of everyone."
Emery's heart sank further at his accusatory tone. She never meant to hurt him, and now she realized that her attempt at finding her peace had only created more pain for both of them. "I didn't mean for it to go this far," she whispered, her voice filled with regret. "It was just a moment of weakness. I needed someone to lean on, it-"
Jon shook his head, his eyes filled with disappointment. He held up a hand, cutting her off before she could finish. His eyes were bloodshot, his face etched with exhaustion and anger. "Save it, Emery. I saw the pictures. Don't even bother denying it." A bitter laugh escaped Jon's lips as he shook his head in disbelief, "You think I'm an idiot?"
"No, baby, I don't. ," Emery pleaded, her voice trembling. "Please, just listen to me."
Jon's eyes hardened, a flicker of anger passing through them. "I don't wanna hear it, Em., I'm not gonna say it again!" Jon's voice was filled with resignation. "I thought we had something real, something worth fighting for. But now... I don't know who you are anymore."
The next few days passed agonizingly slow for Emery. Every time she looked at Jon, she could see the pain and disappointment etched into his features. He had barely spoken to her since the incident at the afterparty, and their once vibrant relationship had become nothing more than a shell of its former self. She tried desperately to explain herself, to make Jon understand that it was a moment of weakness, a desperate attempt to seek comfort in a difficult time. But her words fell on deaf ears. Jon remained distant, shutting himself off from her completely. It was as if their love had evaporated overnight, leaving behind nothing but bitterness and resentment.
“Pack your bags, baby. We're leaving to go visit Grandma and Pop Pop.” Emery's voice crackled with anger as she threw clothes into a suitcase. Jon watched her, his own bag half-full beside him.
“What about Willa and school?” He asked, knowing the answer already.
“That's why I homeschool her, so we can do whatever we want.” She gestured around the cramped hotel room they had been living in for the week. Jon sighed and nodded, knowing there was no point in arguing.
"You gon' do whatever you want anyway. Don't matter what I fuckin' say..." He muttered under his breath, anger building inside him.
“The only thing I care about is YOU! Don't give me that shit.” Emery's voice rose to a yell as their daughter Willa walked into the room, wide-eyed and confused.
“Momma, why are you yelling at daddy?” She asked innocently.
Jon crossed his arms and turned to face Emery, waiting for an explanation. “Yeah, momma why you yellin' at me?”
“Stop it.” She hissed at him before grabbing Willa's hand and storming out of the room. Jon stood alone for a moment, the weight of their strained relationship heavy on his shoulders before shaking his head and finishing packing.
It seemed that their world had come crashing down on them yet again.
To be continued...
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babybadger · 1 year
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Dan always pulling you onto his lap for a cuddle when the boys are around and you’re just trying to mind your business and bring them snacks and beers 🙈
no cause i literally find this the cutest and hottest thing ever ! ! ! !
Public Cuddler
Daniel loved many things in life. Two of the main things were: you and having guys round. Whether it was his friends coming to visit a race, Friends from back home or the drivers themselves. This time round happened to just be some of the drivers Daniel was close with. Namely, Max, Carlos, Charles, Lando and Pierre. You preferred to stay out the way and allow Daniel to have his ‘manly time’ as he called it.
“Hey babe you coming to sit down?”Daniel asked coming up behind you in the kitchen as you poured out crisps into bowls so you could take them out to the tables outside. Twisting around in his tight grip, he has you pinned between his arms as he leans against the counter. “No no babe you enjoy your little boy toy time, I’m gonna go catch up on some Netflix upstairs.” you tell him punctuating the end of the sentence with a little peck before going to turn back around to get the crisps. Before you could, Daniel stops you and looks you in the eyes dead serious and says “it’s manly time, not boy toy time.” You can’t help but burst out laughing and tell him “Babe, baby, boo, honey, I’m away to watch a serial killer documentary and your gonna catch up with your mates about the gossip at your job. It’s okay embrace your girly side, I think it’s quite hot.” Daniel runs his tongue his top teeth and waits for you to stop talking. Giving you a deep kiss he walks away rolling his eyes shouting “come keep me warm princess.”
You giggle to yourself and grab the bites to eat to take outside. “Y/N heyyy” everyone shouts as you walk out to the patio and put down all the bowls. Daniel pulls you onto his lap sideways. His hand gripping your hip. You knew he was being possessive and now trying to prove he’s manly after you riled him up five minutes earlier. How you loved riling him up.
“Hey guys anyone want a beer?” You ask after a few minutes of catch up. A chorus of yeah, yes and pleases fire at you before they go back to their conversations. “You want one babe?” you ask Daniel shifting on his lap slightly. A flash of a warning shot out of his eyes straight to you. You knew you were playing with fire but you loved it.
Coming back outside with a beer for everyone on a tray, Daniel takes his last and pulls you straight back onto his lap. “Sure everyone wants Y/N to stay!” Once again the chorus of boys agreed and you leaned further into Daniel relaxing. His lips gave you a gentle peck on your head as you turned your whole body into his. You didn’t come out with the drinks preparing to stay out so you were freezing five minutes into it but you knew Daniel would have an embarrassing problem if you stood up now to walk away.
“I’m gonna go back inside now baby” you whispered to Dan so not to interrupt the conversation between the group of loud boys. “Babe seriously don’t you dare move” Dan whispered back between his teeth. You had been moving the last five minutes to find the position with the most warmth radiating from Daniel and now his ‘problem’ was WAY worse than before. You giggled at him quietly into his neck as he continued to talk with Max and Carlos. A gentle kiss here and there as Lando came back out the house from the toilet and with him a blanket off the back of the couch. “Here you got Y/N you look freezing” he smiles a genuine smile at you while referring to the literal goosebumps littering your bare arms. “Thank you Odnal” you reply kindly using the nickname his girlfriend created.
As daniel was distracted in conversation again you slide up his lap to his ear and whisper once again, now I’m warm there’s no telling what I can do under here Mr Manly man.” Daniel stands up telling everyone he’s gonna get the next round with you helping him to carry them. As he runs off into the house you smirk at everyone and reply, “be back in 30 seconds?” you tease and everyone laughs knowing exactly why dan had to run away so fast.
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gingerjolover · 5 months
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Pet Names - NM (Muna)
okay first things first, shoutout to @whore4munagenius because they helped me SO MUCH in coming up with these names and the vibe and i love them sm <3
okay here's the thing, naomi is so complex and i can't figure them out fully i can't explain it so here is to the best of our abilities of possible scenarios/names
also canonically thinking of soft!gf i cant stop myself we are one
All of Muna uses baby/babe/honey so those aren't included that's just canon i said what i said
rpf smut under da cut - minors gtfo
Luv (in a british accent ONLY) - you know the vibes okay naomi is walking in the door, chipper as ever and saying something like "ello luv," and fully leaning into the accent or like late at night you'll be half asleep on the couch and they're like "it's gettin late, innit luv," and you're giggling bc why are they talking like that? i think its usually subconscious or to cheer you up
Princess - hear me out, you are naomi's princess! period! okay you get what you want when you want it and no one will tell them otherwise. this could definitely be a dom!naomi situation but truly (like julien) it's an everyday nickname. naomi LIVES for the flushing of your cheeks when they call you princess followed by a swift kiss to the cheek or jaw.
definitely calls you princess while blowing your back out :-)
Bunny - this one.... okay so again ever the mystery i couldn't figure out what naomi would call their partner but i think they live for calling you bunny. maybeeeee it originates from you and your behavior when they've got you on their thigh and you're bouncing away... or it's because you're as cute as a bunny and they love you sm... could be either 🤷🏻‍♀️
Baby doll - everyday name, easy, pretty much the replacement for your name. there's definitely a backstory that might be explained in an upcoming smut, who knows, but i think naomi wants something more special than just baby or babe so they've coined you babydoll. definitely loves coming behind you in the morning when you're brushing your teeth or doing your skincare, holding your hips, lips attached to your neck being like "how'd you sleep babydoll?"
Pumpkin - this one is just so cute, i think naomi would have one name that doesnt get used often and its kinda special for just the two of you. like maybe they are having a shit day and feeling really down or super stressed and they feel sick, and you're walking into their office, rubbing their back and sitting sideways on their lap. definitely putting a plate of their favorite snack or bringing them a drink and they just nuzzle into your neck, "thanks pumpkin" before placing small pecks there
Pookie/Schnookums - they do this to annoy you, like you guys are fighting and its not a fundamental issue so you're just annoyed with each other and if there's one thing that naomi knows about you, its that you're stubborn and they have to give in. i think you'd be standing at the sink like angrily scrubbing a pot and naomi comes up behind you (canonically their fave way to embrace you) and they're placing kisses up and down your neck being like, "you can't stay mad at me forever pookie," and you're groaning in disgust and giggling before they laugh with you.
BONUS:
Boss - this isn't necessarily something that naomi calls you per say but it is so husband!coded for naomi when y'all are out with friends and they ask to plan something next week and they are like "let me check with the boss" because while naomi is the dom in this relationship, soft!gf is the boss and really what soft!gf says goes
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