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captainfern · 8 months

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omg omg cap please i’m begging you to write this (if you have time)

HAVE YOU SEEN that specific scene of “Six” with Barry Sloane where him and his wife are trying fertility treatments and he basically has to j off and fill a cup and then his wife comes and calls him “my big bear” and man’s already busting with just that??? WELL-

can we get smth like this with Price? Like it doesn’t have to be that specific scenario just smth where his s/o is jerking him off and calls him a name, and he immediately comes, but that’s exactly not the end of it? YOU GET IT

i’ve been thinking about it an unhealthy amount these past days… I’m literally foaming at the mouth.

Anonymous asked: Been seeing a lot of Bear appreciation on here, so what about... C. Price and reader trying to (naturally, of course) conceive? Maybe he's on injury leave or something! He gets hurt and now is the perfect time to tell him she wants him to retire and put a baby in her >:) I just see that scene from SIX and go feral every time. Breeding kink go wild 🙏

Anonymous asked: Dbf!price x reader mating press? Or or or price taking her somewhere nice for dinner and they go back to his place and he leads her through it while doin the nasty….

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In Utero

Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“In Utero” Album by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - you and price are trying for a baby lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 3.9k • warnings - fem!reader, civilian!reader, some possessive!price, handjobs, unprotected piv (obviously), praise, breeding kink, creampies, mating press, talks of pregnancy n babies blah blah blah, body worship, breeding kink (again cause i'm being so fr), price calls you mama at one point (*whispering* is this a mommy kink? i don't know. i don't think so? but idk take this how you will), strong language

the amount of breeding kink related requests i get for this man is crazy 😭 some of you should be studied cause oh my god (i am not complaining)

killing three birds with one stone with this one. changed it a little but hope you all enjoy :)

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It had been a long few days on base, and Price had been looking forward to coming home to you.

He loved nothing more than returning home to you after work. You'd greet him, looking absolutely fucking stunning, and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and cradle him to you. He'd breath you in, absorb your presence, his mind running a million miles an hour as he hugged you back.

You were his. And he was so happy.

Price never considered himself a very possessive person. But when it came to you, his wife, he felt an overwhelming urge to ensure everyone knew you were his.

He was so, so proud of you. He's always show you off, worship the ground you walked on. He'd hold your hand, or guide you with a hand to the base of your spine in public. He wasn't afraid to pin your body next to his in a crowd, either.

It was much the same in the bedroom.

Price would worship your entire body. He'd kiss up and down the length of it, from head to toe. He'd take extra care in massaging different parts of you that he loved– your tits, your waist, your hips, your arse, your thighs. He'd smooth his fingers over your skin, trailing kisses in their wake, whispering sweet praise and affirmations as he did so.

When he'd finally reach your face, he'd kiss you with as much passion and force as the sea. Cradling your head, holding your face, moving his lips warmly against yours, probing your mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss so he could be closer to you.

He loved you.

You were his, and he was yours.

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You had gone for a night out with your friends, leaving Price alone at home.

To keep him occupied in the silence of the house, he cleaned and cooked, listening to his music. He cooked up a meal that he stored in the fridge for later, then he proceeded to clean what he could of the house. He wanted to ensure you got home from having fun and didn't have to lift a finger.

And so Price could have you all to himself for the night.

You returned home hours later, the sun sinking past the horizon. You entered your home, your social battery ticking downwards, and Price was in front of you as soon as the front door was closed and locked.

He wrapped you in his arms, your face to his chest, and you returned the hug as he placed his chin on the top of your head.

"You had fun, sweetheart?" Price asked, taking a deep breath after pressing his nose to the crown of your head.

You hummed into his chest. "Yeah, it was nice."

You pulled out of the hug, and Price held your hand as you walked him into the living room. The both of your flopped down onto the couch. You couldn't help but admire the way he spread his legs when he sat, and the expansion of his thighs beneath his sweatpants as they made contact with the couch cushions.

You squeezed your thighs together, heat blooming in your core. A giddy, almost nervous feeling swelled in your chest as you locked eyes with your husband. You chewed on your bottom lip, fighting a flustered smile.

He looked so good.

Annnndddd you were ovulating.

Yep.

Evident by the fact that at just one look from your husband, one smile, your underwear was completely fucking soaked.

Price released a breathy laugh. "What?"

You whined, still biting your lip and smiling. "You look so handsomeeeee." You said, dragging out the final word.

He laughed again, eyes twinkling. Your eyes scanned his face, then you were crawling across the couch. He shifted, leaning back so you could crawl onto his lap, arse across his thick thighs. You ran your hands up and down his torso, feeling the smooth ridges of his muscle beneath his shirt. He hummed in the back of his throat, eyes closing, as you dragged your nails down the soft bumps of his abs.

"John, can I touch you?" You asked, hands coming to rest on the waistband of his sweatpants, toying with the ridges of the elastic.

"You are touching me." Price joked, opening his eyes. He settled his hands on your hips and squeezed gently.

You rolled your eyes. "I want your cock."

Price couldn't help but laugh through his moan as you shimmied his sweatpants and boxers down, pulling out his hardening cock. He groaned deeply as you pumped him a couple of times to full stiffness, before swiping your thumb across the head.

His hips bucked, twitching against the couch. You continued to fist him tightly while leaning over and letting a string of saliva fall from your mouth. It dripped across the tip of his cock, and Price let out a throaty moan, the grip on your hips tightening.

You used your saliva to make your hand glide, pumping him quickly. Usually, your stokes would be languid, seductive, as you prepped to either take him in your mouth or in your cunt. But this time, your movements were purposely fast, and the grunts in Price's quick breathing was an indicator that he liked it.

The wet clicks were consecutive as you stroked his cock from base to tip– squeezing tighter near the base, twisting near the tip. Price grumbled contentedly as you did so, beads of pre-cum leaking from his slit. He watched you with hooded eyes, a fucked out smile on his face as you jerked him off.

"Haven't even been home five minutes and you were so desperate for my cock, huh, sweetheart?" Price mused, hips jerking and cock twitching as you sped up the movement of your hand. He groaned, closing his eyes for a moment. He forced them open, watching your hand for a second, before finding your face. He smiled, leaning forward to try and kiss you. "Mmm this is your cock, isn't it, baby? You can have it whenever you want..."

He kissed you, and you let him. You let his tongue lick along the seam of your lips, and you allowed him to coax your mouth open, a moan passing from his to yours. You continued fisting his cock, heating up against your palm, the tip flushed and glistening.

You pulled out of the kiss and with his eyes closed, Price rested his forehead against yours, mouth agape. He opened his eyes eventually, looking down at where you rapidly stroked his throbbing cock. He let out a quiet groan, flecks of pre-cum splattering onto his shirt at the pace at which you jerked him off.

He was close, his release building higher with each stroke of your hand. He held your hips tighter, grinding you onto his lap, and you moaned quietly, sweetly. He groaned in response, lifting his mouth to try and kiss you. You backed up a bit, enough so his lips were just brushing yours.

"John?" You whispered, and he released a quiet groan at that.

"Mmm?" He didn't have the cognitive ability to reply with words at his point, solely focussed on the way you were stroking his cock, and his looming orgasm.

You pressed a brief kiss to his lips, then pulled back. He watched you, eyelids drooping, eyes glassy, and you couldn't help but smile. You leaned back in, and whispered, "I want you to put a baby in me."

Price let out a loud, guttural groan. "Holy fuck."

He came abruptly, thick ropes painting your hand and his shirt. He moaned your name, cock twitching as strings of white dribbled down your fingers and across his now semi-hard length. Price pressed forward, kissing you, and you pumped him a couple more times before you were retracting your hand. You moved your head away, and licked his cum off your fingers. His eyes rolled, and he slumped back against the couch with a groan.

"You liked that, huh?" You teased, creeping your fingers beneath his shirt and slowly pushing it up, revealing the dark happy trail that led from his navel to his pelvis.

He hummed his agreement as you pulled his shirt further, and he sat up, lifting his arms so you could pull it off all the way. You tossed it aside before running the flat of your hands up and down his body. He hummed again, this time in content as you massaged the flesh of his pectorals, running your thumbs over his nipples and making him jerk against the couch.

"D'you mean what you said?" Price suddenly asked as you dragged your nails down the grooves in his abs. Goosebumps raised along his skin.

"What, about putting a baby in me?" You smiled, and he groaned, head flopping backwards again. You ran your fingers through the hair of his happy trail, following it down to his cock, still sticky with his release. You took hold of it again, and you felt it slowly hardening. Your smile grew. "Oh, I'm serious, John."

You pumped him slowly, gently, until he was fully hard in your hand once more. Price's breathing was laboured as he kept his head tossed back, eyes screwed shut. His chest rose and fell.

You stripped yourself of your own shirt and bra while he was occupied, managing to do so while still gently stroking his cock. Then, you raised yourself, and wiggled your skirt off– you had to use both hands to do this.

With your hand gone from his cock, Price pulled his head forward to see what you were doing. He released a breathy moan, immediately bringing his hands to your waist. You laughed as he dragged you forward and buried his face between your tits. You threaded your hands into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp as he kissed the soft skin of your chest.

His hands rubbed your waist, your lower back. Then, one hand still on your lower back, the other came to rest on your tummy, and he rubbed it gently.

"Wanna get you pregnant," he whispered into your sternum. "Mhm... mhm... wanna put a baby in you."

You felt your core throb red-hot at his words, your entire body thrumming with sexual energy that really, really needed to be released. You still had your underwear on, and you could feel your arousal dripping into the soft cotton fabric.

Face still in between the mounds of your breasts, Price dragged his hands away from your stomach and back and hooked his fingers beneath the waistline of your underwear. He slowly pulled them down until they were mid-thigh and couldn't go any further with the way you were sprawled across his lap.

Price shifted his head to the side, taking one of your nipples into his mouth as he took two fingers and ran them up and down your wet slit. You keened, looking down at him with a whimper of his name. He looked up at you, mouth suctioned around your tit, as he dragged two fingers through your folds.

He retracted, moving to repeat his actions on your other nipple as he gently pushed his two fingers inside of you. You released a moan from low in your throat, holding yourself steady on your husbands shoulders as he fingered you open. He continued to watch you, tongue and teeth against your sensitive flesh, revelling in the way your tight walls clutched at his fingers.

Drops of arousal pooled past his knuckles and through the lines in his palm. He angled his hand so the drops dripped onto his lap, and the heel of his palm ground against your puffy clit. You gasped, hand shooting upwards to tug on Price's hair, his teeth scraping the bud of your nipple at the same time.

"John, I need you." You whined, trying desperately to grind yourself onto the heel of his palm. He let you, the pressure on your swollen clit making your eyes drop closed and your mouth drop open.

"What do you want from me?" He asked in a whisper, curling his fingers inside you and making your body alight with pleasure. The base of your tummy drew tight as the pads of his fingers worked that spot inside you.

"Need your cock," you whined impatiently, your climax just inches away from you. "Please, please, need you to fill me up."

You clenched around his fingers as he continued to hit that spot inside you. He applied more pressure to your clit, throbbing in tandem with the heartbeat in your chest. Price changed the angle of your sitting arrangement, so he could now comfortably kiss up the column of your neck.

"Need my cock, eh? Just need me to fill you up?" He murmured into your ear as he fucked his fingers into you. "I'll fill you up, sweetheart, I will. Fill you up niceeee and full. Fill this pretty tummy with my kids, eh, baby?"

His words made you come around his fingers without much warning. You pushed yourself against him, orgasm knocking you off balance as it wracked through you. Price fingered you through it, his other hand on your lower back and keeping your body close to his. He kissed you and although you struggled to kiss him back, you were still moaning his name into his mouth.

Price kissed you again, and then peppered kisses across your face as he took his fingers out of you. He grabbed your hips in both hands and helped you off his lap, standing you on your feet as he followed. Your underwear dropped the rest of the way down your thighs, and you quickly kicked them across the room as you grabbed Price by the shoulders and pulled him back into you.

Price's sweatpants and boxers fell and he kicked them away too as he kissed you, wrapping his arms around you. Still kissing, he led you out of the living room and eventually, the two of you made it to your bedroom, breathless.

He pushed you down onto your bed, and you giggled as he immediately followed after you, pinning your body beneath his. The weight of him made your cunt throb, arousal sticky against your inner thighs. The warm, solid form of his cock against your inner thigh made you moan, scratching your nails down his back.

"Can't wait for you to have my kids... our kids..." Price drawled between lazy kisses as he notched the head of his cock at your dripping cunt, smearing your arousal around your hole. "You're gonna look so pretty as a mum, aren't you, baby? Gonna be such a good mama."

Price pushed into you in one solid thrust, knocking the air from your lungs. You arched your back, meshing closer to him, as the tip of his cock knocked up against your cervix. You mewled, grasping at his back, as he dragged his cock out. The sensation was slow and heavy and sparked something deep in your stomach. When he was all the way out, he playfully tapped the head of his cock to your clit a couple of times. You choked on your moan, before he was filling you up again.

"John–" You moaned outwardly, sickly sweet and making him grunt above you. He doubled his efforts, slamming into you, the rhythm rocking the bed against the wall.

His fat cock split you open, stretching your wet hole around him and pushing up into your womb. You could feel him in your stomach. You felt so full.

Price pressed a hand to your lower stomach, admiring the subtle outline of his cock beneath the soft mound of your belly. He moaned loudly, pressing harder, and the feeling made you moan as well.

"John, fuck, oh my god." You whimpered as he thrust into you, heavy and rough, dragging along the tight, wet walls of your cunt. You clenched around him, your hands desperately trying to bring him closer to you. His chest hair against your tits, his hands on your stomach and hip– you wanted, no, needed him close.

He removed his hand from your stomach, instead gripping your hips as he fucked you into the mattress. He was grunting and groaning above you, eyes never leaving the way your body and face were reacting.

"That's a good girl, taking it so well... Always take it so well, sweetheart, don't you?" Price murmured, eyes on your face. "Such a good girl taking my cock. S'like this pretty cunt was made for it, eh, baby?"

For emphasis, he increased his pace. The tip of his cock slammed into your sweet spot, and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. His thrusts were drawing wet sounds from you, and you could feel your arousal being spread across your lower arse and inner thighs as he moved.

Your second orgasm approached quickly. Price fucked you hard, his noises of pleasure above you making you flutter around him. Your clit throbbed with a heartbeat, a thin layer of sweat settling over your naked body.

"John, John–" You tried to warn him, but failed when your orgasm slammed through you mid-sentence, rendering you speechless. You gushed around him, and he moaned, hips stuttering as your cunt squeezed around his cock, your orgasm dribbling out of you with each timed thrust.

He moaned your name. "Mmm there you go, there you go. My perfect girl, that's it. Feels good, sweetheart?"

You nodded, dizzy. "Yeah, y-yeah, fuck, so good, John, so good."

Price hummed, pleased. As you babbled, he shifted off of you for a second so he could hook his hands beneath your knees. Cock still stuffed inside you, he bent your legs and pressed them up against your chest, making you release a series of airy whimpers. He pressed his body heavily against you, holding the backs of your knees and literally folding you in half.

He began his thrusts again, and your eyes rolled at the new angle– his cock hit further, deeper inside you. The remnants of your orgasm were loud and wet as he rutted into you desperately, deep grunts falling from his mouth.

"Gotta fuck you deep, baby," he whispered, voice low. "Gotta stuff you full of my cock so it takes. Want it to take... want it to fucking take..." He punctuated each sentence with an extra heavy thrust, cock dragging against your slick walls. He groaned. "Gonna get you pregnant, sweetheart. Gonna get you fat with my kids. That's what you want, yeah? Want me to breed this pretty cunt?"

You hummed a yes. His words were making you even dizzier than you already were. You moaned and moaned, pleasure poisoning your veins as he fucked you towards a third orgasm. Your body was hot, damp with sweat. Price was warm too, strands of wet hair falling over his forehead as he looked down at you.

"Fuck, fuck," Price whispered. "You're my good girl, baby, you're my good girl. Want you to come one more time for me, okay? One more time n' then I'm gonna–" He cut himself off with a moan, but you understood.

Your body shook beneath him, your legs tightening in his grasp. Then, with a shattering moan of his name, you came around his cock. Your third orgasm fizzed through you, and it took a while to fizzle out as he rutted into you nonstop. The feeling of static pleasure lingered as he chased his high, and you whimpered quietly in his ear as he fucked your sopping cunt.

Your husband was cursing under his breath, moaning your name too. His balls slapped against the curve of your arse, sticky with your arousal, and the hands on the backs of your knees gripped tighter as his orgasm loomed. He imagined the future– you, round with his baby and looking so fucking pretty. He moaned at the thought, cock throbbing inside you.

"Oh, fuck– fuck, m'gonna come, mama," it slipped out through a moan. "M'gonna breed this pretty cunt nice and full. M'gonna give you my kids–"

Buried to the hilt inside you, Price came. A lot.

He filled you, just like he promised, and you felt the thick, hot ropes flood past your cervix. You moaned his name, and he slammed his mouth onto yours, shushing you with his tongue. He continued thrusting gently, stuffing his seed further inside you, plugging it up against your womb with the head of his cock. He groaned when you squeezed around him, gently dropping your legs from him.

Price pulled out of the kiss, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "Fuck, I love you."

"I love you too." You replied breathlessly, and the both of you lay in silence for a moment, panting like dogs in heat.

Fitting, really. The thought made you smile.

Price groaned into your neck, sucking a kiss to the skin. You pet his head gently.

"What's the matter?" You asked him, soothing the crown of his head as he bit and sucked at the curve of your shoulder.

"I just imagined you pregnant again," he uttered against you. "And now I'm hard again."

You laughed. "John, oh my god."

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Several months of... trying... later, you sat in your bathroom, a positive pregnancy test in your hands. Happy tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked at the two lines.

Outside, Price knocked on the door. "You alright, sweetheart?"

You sniffled. "Yeah, m'fine."

"You sure?" Price asked as soon as he heard the slight waver in your voice. "If you're not feeling well, we can tell the boys we can reschedule dinner–"

You opened the door of the bathroom with the test behind your back. Price noticed the tears, cupping your face.

"What's wrong?"

You had always planned on revealing your future pregnancy to your husband in an elaborate way. You'd dreamed of it, actually. But, overwhelmed with excitement and relief, you simply took his hands off your face, and placed the pregnancy test in his palm. He took it, confused for a moment, eyeing it skeptically.

Then, his eyes widened, tears immediately springing to his waterline as he looked down at you.

"You're pregnant?" He was crying.

"Yeah." You were crying too.

He wrapped you in his arms, pressing you gently to him and burying his face in your hair, sobbing with happiness. Your heart clenched, the excitement rolling off of him. After a long moment, he pulled back, placing a sweet kiss to your lips.

"Told you I'd get you pregnant." He smiled, winking.

You rolled your eyes.

He laughed, then looked at the test again. He beamed, eyes twinkling. Then, he looked down at you again, eyes shining with mischief. You narrowed your eyes jokingly at him.

"What?" You fought a smile.

"Are we sure this is accurate?" He smiled. "We might, you know, have to try a couple more times, just to be sure."

"John!" You laughed.

And the two of you did have to reschedule dinner with the boys. You both got distracted.

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uravitypng · 1 year

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atsumu is such a little shit, always flirting with you in public. that's what it looks like to others who look you way, with atsumu holding your hand and whispering in your ear making you flustered as you turn your head away as you get shy. i'm sure they're thinking "aww, what a cute couple."

they don't know that it's not so cute though. it's not what people would deem cute as atsumu comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your soft waist pulling you closer and pressing your bodies together so you can feel how hard he is when you're spending too long talking to some other guy. it's his way to remind you that you're his, it's his way to say you better stop talking to this guy right now or he'll bend you over and fuck you in front of him.

it's not very cute as what he whispers to you are things he should definitely not be saying in public. "damn sweetheart, you look so hot in that dress, can't wait to fuck you in it later." it's hard to ignore the comment and try not to think about it. you're practically ignoring him completely so his teasing doesn't affect you as you're spending time with osamu and suna, but atsumu just ramps up his teasing, all while keeping a hand on your knee and softly stroking it, as you try not to shiver and give him the satisfaction of successfully breaking your composure. of course your idiot of a boyfriend would want to tease you in front of his brother.

"we've been here for ever, i think we should just go home so i can be in deep in your guts." ignore

"i love it when you have that little look of annoyance, especially directed at suna, it's s' hot. lets get ya angry so your actual thick accent comes through and you pout so pretty that i can't help but think about sticking my cock down your throat" ignore

"ya didn't do a very good at covering up those hickeys i gave you last night, didya want everyone to see?" ignore

atsumu's trails his hand up your body resting his hand on your lower thigh and tightens his grip. god you hope no one sees. ignore

he has the audacity to say "it's very hard to have a conversation with you sitting there like that" when you're doing absolutely nothing while he's been talking in your ear all day. ignore

"hhm, i guess this taste's nice but your pussy's tastes nicer" ignore. "do you wanna hop up on the table baby?" ignore "sweetest pussy i've ever had," ignore "fuck i'm getting so hard just thinking about it" IGNORE IGNORE IGNORE

you end up choking on your cake. atsumu just bursts out laughing. leading to osumu shouting at him about how he should treat his girlfriend better as suna pats your back and hands you water.

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dollyhao · 7 months

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pastor’s wife!reader x perv!ellie

summary: ellie moves to a new neighborhood and is instantly infatuated with her innocent, married next door neighbor.

cw: teasing, dirty thoughts, cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering, talk of the bible and church. (yall ion know shit bout church but i hope this is satisfying i know some people were excited about this.)

word count: 1.8k

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how fucking unlucky does ellie have to be to move next door to a damn pastor. ellie moved in 2 weeks ago when the pastor was at her door for a ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ visit. ellie has to literally stop herself from rolling her eyes at him when he mentions ellie coming to the church sometime that is until ellie sees someone out of her peripheral vision walking over to the two of them.

ellie feels like the world slows down. she sees a young woman, older than her but still young, walk over to her and the pastor holding a glass container of cupcakes. “hello, these are for you. welcome to the neighborhood!” you say with a beaming smile, handing over the cupcakes. you're wearing a ribbon as a headband and a knee length length dress with knee-high socks on. looking impossibly cute and innocent.

“hi, i’m ellie by the way.” ellie responds smiling a seemingly sweet smile, but there is nothing innocent going through her mind. “this is my wife,” the pastor said wrapping his arm around your waist. ellie literally cringes, he's like, twice your age. ellie sees you slowly pull out his hold with a strained smile.

“oh well thank you. i have to go back inside. it was nice meeting you two though.” ellie gives a tight slip smile. “of course. don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything and i mean anything.” you say grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze. you and the pastor walk off back to your house and ellie closes the door.

now she might be tripping but ellie thinks that you were hinting at something with that last statement but she probably just imagined it.

that night, ellie is playing a game on her pc when she takes a quick look out the window but does a double take when she sees you in a soft purple underwear and bra set rubbing lotion on your legs. ellie has a direct view of your tits and how they sit just perfect in that bra.

you walk away from the window digging through your drawers, still in her line of sight, to get a cute, short silky night gown. your back is towards her when you go to pull the nightgown over your head, she has the perfect view of your ass. fuck, ellie just wants to bend you over that same bed your senior citizen of a husband sleeps in and fuck the shit out of you until your begging for her to let you cum. you walk over to the window looking directly at ellie, there’s no mistaking it this time, blushing at her before pulling the curtains closed. she swears she sees a small smile.

ellie is totally dripping wet right now. and shes decided, ellie has to have you.

ellie walks over to you a couple days later while your outside gardening one morning. you look up at her, "hi ellie!" you say standing, taking your gloves off giving her your full attention. "hey i was hoping you could teach me more about the bible and.. stuff." ellie doesn't know anything about this shit or care, but if it gets her in your pants, she's all for it.

"of course ellie! i'd love to. meet me at church tomorrow?"

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"please give donations to the church, they are going to a family in need right here in our community thank you and have a blessed day." the pastor says. everyone stands and walks around conversing. ellie is standing against a wall in the back of the church, watching you.

you shake hands and smile with gossipy older women. she waits until the church is practically empty and your picking up items left on seats putting them in the lost-n-found, to approach you. "ellie!" you say smiling at her, "when did you get here, i didnt see you through the whole sermon?" "a little while ago, i watched from the back," she says hands in her pocket and standing infront of you, "you look cute" she says looking at your lilac dress.

"thank you.." you say giving her a shy smile, walking over to the lost n found box, with her following behind. you put the random stuff in the box turning around finding ellie really close. "did you enjoy the um…sermon?" you whisper staring into her eyes. ellie hums, putting a hand on your waist.

she leans in, her lips ghosting yours. you lean forward before ellie backs up. "i dont really feel like the bible reading today. how bout next week?" she says hand rubbing up and down your waist. you nod, too nervous to talk. "...y-yea, thats fine. ill see you then." you say when you finally find your voice. ellie walks out leaving you there confused and excited.

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everyday the next week, ellie has been going over to your house for an hour to read the bible, with or without your husband there, trying to get closer to you. while you two are sitting on your couch one day, your reading a passage from the book, while ellie's staring at your face, not giving a fuck about what your reading, just thinking how pretty you would look with her dick in ya mouth.

you glance up at ellie catching her staring. you sit the book between the two of you, resting your head on the back of the couch, staring back. then you start giggling, "whats so funny." ellie says setting her copy of the book down too. "your so pretty ellie." you give her a soft smile. ellie blushes, shes not used to people calling her pretty, not even ex-girlfriends.

"thank you. your very beautiful yourself" she says not looking you in the eye. you scoot closer to her, "lets be friends ellie." you say grabbing her hands in yours, looking at her with those bambi eyes. "yea? i would like that, but if were going to be friends we can't read the bible every time we're together." ellie says chuckling.

"of course, how bout we watch a movie?" you suggest standing up, walking over to the tv. ellie knows that the movies you have are probably super PG, so she suggests you go over to her house 'because her tv is bigger'.

you get to ellie’s house and she puts on the gayest wlw movie she has. you two are snuggled on the couch under a blanket when a kiss scene comes on. the scene starts sweet but turns dirty quick. ellie looks over at you expecting to see shock but instead sees you squirming.

"you alright?" ellie asks whispering in your ear. you nod your head quickly. "im ok." you sit there for a couple more seconds, watching the scene before grabbing the remote and pausing it. you turn towards ellie, "i have a confession." you say looking down playing with your ring again. "what is it?"

you take a deep breath before mumbling, "i.. i like to watch girl on girl... videos." ellie looks at you shocked, this was gonna be easier than she thought. "i know its a sin to watch those kind of videos let alone the gay kind. but whenever i watch it, i just feel so... horny." you say, whispering that last part, glancing up at ellie. "im not sure im attracted to my husband... or men in general. and i know you like girls, i saw how you were looking at me from the window a couple weeks ago... so will you show me?"

ellie blinks, shes been trying to stop a smirk from breaking across her face the whole time you've been rambling. "show you what?" ellie knows what you mean but she wants to hear you say it. "show me what its like," you grab her hand placing it on your boob, "to be touched by a girl." she can't wait no more, she has to kiss you.

ellie leans in kissing you deeply, cradling your head slowly pushing you to lay back on the couch never disconnecting your lips. ellie slowly trails her hands from your breast to your waist while pushing her tongue in your mouth. you whimper already soaked. ellie is going too slow for you, you need more, so you lift her shirt up running your hands over her tummy hoping she'll get the message.

ellie takes off your dress straps pulling the dress down under your boobs. you have this cute white lace bra on. ellie disconnects her lips from yours looking down at you, she groans cupping your boob, "you have no idea how sexy you are." she whispers before biting and sucking on your boobs.

she sits up to look at you. your breathing heavy, with your tits covered with spit and bites and your dress askew. "cmon ellie. your taking too long." you say grabbing her hand putting it under your dress. "how impatient.." ellie grins leaning back down, kissing on your neck pulling your panties to the side, running her fingers up and down your pussy feeling just how wet you are. "have you ever been this wet before?" she asks popping her finger in her mouth.

"no, never..." your breathing gets heavier as ellie slides her finger into you curling it. your back arches gripping on the couch cushion, moaning out ellie's name. ellie lowers herself giving you little kitten licks, making you buck for more. ellie latches on to your clit sucking and licking while fucking you with her two fingers.

you chant her name gripping onto her hair. you are seeing white spots, "omg ellie, i-i feel weird.." ellie chuckles coming back up to bite at the sensitive spot under your ear, fucking you faster. "you gonna cum baby, you ever did that before?" she asks biting at your ear. you shake your head, feeling the knot in your tummy burst. you moan out, whimpering as ellie lets you ride out your orgasm.

she pulls her fingers out, popping them in her mouth again staring you in your eyes. you let out a cute mewl. ellie sits up, looking down at you. "how do you feel?" ellie says as you pant with a dazed look on your face. you look at her flustered, wrapping your arms around her shoulder, pulling her down to you, planting sweet pecks on her lips.

“Like i wanna do it again.” you smile.

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hypewinter · 2 months

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You know Duke doesn't get nearly as much love within the dp x dc fandom as he deserves. That man has as much potential as the rest of them and to prove it, I give you the following scenario we see a lot of:

Danny as Duke's brother

Danny reincarnates because after a long time as a full ghost, he wants to experience living again. The only problem is that he reincarnates to some pretty crappy parents. They never wanted him and they make it blatantly obvious. Luckily, Danny's best friend and his family are incredibly nice. They celebrate his achievements when his parents are too drunk to care and let him sleep over all the time. One day Duke's parents make the sleepover permanent and Danny never has to go home again (it isn't until years later he learns the Thomas's persuaded his parents to give up their parental rights).

Thus begins Danny's life as the second Thomas son. And honestly life starts going pretty good for Danny. Who knew having healthy and loving parents would do such wonders on Danny's development and mental health? But then tragedy strikes. Their parents disappear and the two are placed in foster care. Duke reassures him that everything will be fine. That they'll stick together no matter what. But Duke keeps disappearing at night. He claims he's looking for their parents, but he never lets Danny go with him (This is to protect him). And suddenly all of Danny's unprocessed trauma from this life and the last comes flooding in and he gets this intense urge to keep Duke in his sights at all times. So he becomes Duke's shadow.

He sneaks out after Duke and gets back before he does. He makes sure to keep just the right distance so that Duke doesn't notice him but he can also jump into action if need be. Anytime Danny loses sight of his brother, he panics. He practically goes feral until Duke is in his sights again. Danny is determined to keep his brother safe. He doesn't want to end up all alone anymore. He wouldn't be able to handle it.

As time passes, Danny begins to believe this will be their new routine. Him constantly chasing after Duke. Constantly worrying if this is the day he'll be left all alone. And things only get worse. Because it turns out their parents were jokerized and there's nothing to be done about it. So Danny's hope that one day he could get his perfect little family back in dashed on the rocks. Then Bruce Wayne comes and offers to foster them and Duke agrees but Danny silently doesn't.

He knows who Bruce Wayne really is. He knows that he's training his brother. He knows that he's taking Duke away from him. He knows there's nothing he can do about it. So Danny sinks even further. He stops following Duke around. Then he stops going outside all together. He starts pushing everyone away (that way it'll be easier when they eventually leave him).

Meanwhile on Duke's end, he notices his brother pulling away. He noticed for a while actually. He just thought that Danny was having a tough time during this transition period so he gave him some space. But then Danny keeps shutting people out and so he starts taking things a little more seriously. Duke starts trying to coax Danny out of his room. He tries to get him to talk about his interests again. But all he gets is angry lash outs instead. Finally Danny says something that makes Duke angry and a massive confrontation ensues. This of course leads to a heart to heart confession time and finally Danny opens up. He spills everything and the two brothers embrace in a tearful heart to heart. We end with Danny slowly starting to interact with the others at Wayne Manor (And getting some much needed therapy too).

Whether Danny joins Duke on patrol is up to you

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter's tales #don't worry #i'll eventually get to danny as duke's son too

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thot4ellie · 3 months

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oh sweetheart pt. 2.5

pairing: boxer!ellie x f! jesses sister!reader

word count: 1.2k

rating: 18+ (smut will be coming in later parts)

warnings: dealer! boxer!ellie, weed, alcohol,

summary: ellie gets your phone number.

author notes: hi just something small for a filler, setting up for the next part, hoping to have it posted up friday the 1st! thank you for reading! pls reblog, comment, or like! i love the support, and thank you for over 1000 likes and 100 followers!! it’s a great feeling

italic = ellie and bold = reader

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its been a week and a half since you last saw her when she drove you home from the match in her old busted truck. thoughts of her plagued your mind all week. you wondered if she was working. you wondered if she was out with friends. you wondered if she was thinking about you. she is but you don’t know that. you’re not aware she’s thinking of you also. thinking of the way the smell of strawberries stained her car after you left. thinking of the way you said you like it when she calls you sweetheart.

both of you wonder when the next time you’ll see each other is.

its a wednesday afternoon, you’re currently sitting on the couch with dina. she’s the only friend you have down here so far and its not weird that she’s dating your brother. she has come over a bunch, helping you shop, getting little things for your apartment, watching movies and of course, getting high. which is exactly what you’re doing right now. you both sat on your old lumpy couch and watched the iron man series that you had on dvd, not paying to much attention to the tv, but rather your conversion.

“so no luck still? you should just come work with me at the farm, i mean i love it- the horse shit not so much.” dina exclaimed.

“yeah its like no one is hiring, i may have to take you up on that, i still wanna keep looking though, maybe something will come along.” you told her.

“yeah avoid horse shit as long as you can, something will come along don’t worry!” she said trying to make you feel better knowing you’re stressed. but at the end of the day, you need something to fill your time besides thinking of the boxer that drove you home.

you guys just sat and talked then eventually as the credits rolled for the last movie, you got up and started to clean up the mess from the pizza you ordered earlier. after you went to the kitchen and put the plates in the sink, you grabbed the bottle of wine and two glasses and made your way back to dina still in the living room. you hold it up to her and with the look on her face, you knew she was thinking the same thing.

by the third bottle, it was 10pm and you’ve run out of weed and not much wine left but you both are feeling great, laughing and giggling like kids. its nice to have a friend you thought.

“what are you doing friday night?” she questioned.

you responded to her, “probably exactly what im doing right now” you both laughed.

“well there’s another match this weekend, me and jesse are going if you want to come along again, ellie will be there too.” she replied. you couldn’t hide the smile on your face when she said her name.

“woah! what’s with the smiling and the blushing…” she joked asking. you didn’t tell either of them what happened that night at the first match. from outside or inside, they assumed you both got an uber and you didn’t tell them any differently.

“nothing, i just thought she was nice thats all.” you said trying not make any signs of anything more.

“oh she is!,” dina started, “well maybe not at first but once you get to know her, we’ve been friends for years now,” she laughed and kept going, “she fights at the gym sometimes, but she works there too, its a good hang out space plus cheap drinks. plus she’s bringing us the restock.” she finished as she picked up her weed jar.

“oh you get it from her?” you inquired, thinking back to the faint smell of weed in her car when she drove you home.

“yeah she’s got good stuff and nice deals, ugh its great, always easier to get it from someone you know,” she ended. you thought about asking her if you could tell her to get you some to and for some other non-obvious reason but she beat you to it.

“ill send her your number and she’ll text you.” she said to you as she pulled out her phone and sent a message. a few moments later, her phone rang and she answered, it was jesse waiting outside for her so she gave you a hug and grabbed her stuff and you walked her to the door.

you locked it before you turned around to sit back down on the couch, grabbed the wine glass and poured the last bit in your cup, you were still drunk and definitely feeling it. you heard your phone buzz and you picked it up, answering the call, not paying attention, thinking it was dina but the voice surprised you.

hey sweetheart

you didn’t expect her to call so soon, you haven’t even given yourself a moment to think about what to say beforehand. you weren’t prepared for this. you feel yourself getting nervous over the girl you only met last week but you just cant help it. she’s been on your mind since you met her.

hi ellie

dina sent me your number i hope that’s okay

yes she said she was going to

well in that case, she said you needed to buy

yeah we managed to smoke up all her stash and i haven’t gotten any since i moved here, probably cause i didn’t know where to get it

well no worries, i’ve got everything you need sweetheart.

thank you ellie, you said smiling but she couldn’t see you through the phone, you wondered what she’d think if she saw how red your face was right now.

you can call me el sweetheart, no need to be so formal.

she laughed through the phone, and then asked if you were coming to the gym on friday with your brother and dina.

they invited me but i hadn’t thought about it yet, not wanting to sound too eager about the potential thought of seeing her on friday.

mhm- well you should, we’re just gonna have some drinks and chill so nothing crazy. but i will have the weed for you then if that peaks your interest.

bribing me with drugs?, you laugh into the phone and she laughs with you.

if that’s how you want to put it sweetheart, sure

you smiled into the phone, not even sure how to respond to that before becoming flustered, before you continued,

i guess we’ll just have to wait and see then…

yeah i guess we will… goodnight sweetheart.

that was the last thing she said before she hung up and you sat staring back at a black screen. thinking that now she has your number and you have hers.

it’s almost 11 now as you brush your teeth, throw on a t shirt and cuddle up in bed. falling asleep to the thoughts of how friday was going to go when you finally saw her again.

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thelargefrye · 5 months

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STARSEED : PERFECT LOVE … mature one - shot

pairing : king!hongjoong x concubine!m!reader (ft. concubine!seonghwa and guard!yunho)

genre : fantasy au, slight historical au, royal au, smut, romance, sprinkle angst (i'm sorry i just can't help myself)

word count : 3.7k

warnings : language, slight jealousy (mainly yn), mentions of working in a brothel

smut warnings : unprotected sex, anal sex, oral, slight cumplay / eating

note : for my secret santa @yourfatherlucifer! i hope you enjoy it and happy holidays!! no tag list for this since its a present!

as the king’s favorite, you had many advantages and most of those included being with king in a way no one else could.

something felt uneasy in your stomach. like a swarm of moths flocking around inside of you. it was a feeling you didn't like, but you couldn't figure out how to get rid of it.

"what's wrong, moonflower?" you look up at the voice that snaps you out of your dazed thoughts. your eyes easily lock with seonghwa's figure who is standing behind you. his features are so soft and comforting as he smiles down at you.

his hands come to rest on your shoulders, gently massaging them and you feel the uneasy go down. but not disappear. "hmm?" he cocks his head to the side and you swallow the lump in your throat.

"i don't know... i'm just nervous i guess."

"nervous? about what?"

"hongjoong hasn't requested to see me in a while," you say with a sigh as you feel seonghwa's fingers press into your shoulders and you slowly feel the knots go away. seonghwa always was good a massages.

"i'm sure he's just busy, y/n. he is our king after all," seonghwa tries to reassure you and you appreciate his attempt, but it still doesn't settle the uneasiness. you hate it.

it's been several days since hongjoong last came to see you or even requested for you to spend the night with him. basically almost a week, and he's never went longer than a day without coming to see you. you couldn't help the thoughts running through your mind. was he still interested in you? did he still love you like he claimed?

you know he hasn't been by himself. having heard that he's been requesting for seonghwa as of late. your eyes flicker back up to the male standing behind you. seonghwa... he was so beautiful and kind. you don't blame hongjoong for taking him as a concubine, because you too fell in love with him. it wasn't hard.

perhaps hongjoong has just fallen for seonghwa harder and enjoys his company more than yours. the uneasiness returns tenfold the longer you think about these questions.

"moonflower?" seonghwa's voice once again brings you back to the present, his hand coming to rest on your jaw as he turns it to look at you. his eyes filled with worry as he looks at you.

you don't want to admit it, but you're completely jealous of seonghwa. how could you not be jealous of your lover? even when you both were growing up, he was the star of the village that everyone either wanted to marry or be. even when your village was raided and you were both sold off to the brothel, seonghwa was seen as the favorite "jewel" that everyone wanted. you were always second place to him, your own lover.

hongjoong probably only kept you as a concubine because of seonghwa.

"y/n, what's wrong?"

you open your mouth to speak; however, a knock at your chamber doors stops you. it opens to reveal yunho stepping inside, his armor hugging him nicely as he stands tall and proud.

"excuse me for interrupting, but his highness as requested to see you, y/n," you feel your heart jump into your throat as you stand up. you feel your palms sweat at the negative thoughts that fill your head.

this is it, he's going to tell you that he doesn't want you anymore. he's going to dismiss you and you'll never see him or seonghwa or any of the others again.

"hey, y/n," seonghwa grasps your wrist and you turn to look at him. "come find me later. so we can talk, okay?"

"okay, hwa," he smiles at your words before he's quickly leaning over to kiss you. his lips feel soft against your skin and you have to will yourself to not melt into his touch. thankfully before you can he's pulling away, his touch lingering on your skin even when you walk out of your chambers and down the grand hall.

yunho trails behind you, not saying anything as he escorts you to hongjoong's personal chambers.

"thank you for escorting me, yunho," you say looking at the guard with a smile. yunho returns your smile, bowing his head a little bit and you can't help but think he might have gotten taller since you last saw him. he's definitely gotten buffer, probably training with san and yeosang instead of resting. his brown hair is soft looking and he looks much happier now than when he did years ago when you first met him.

"of course, y/n," he says before his eyes are darting down each end of the hallway. there's no one else but the two of you and yunho takes the chance to lift your hand up and kiss the back it. he lets go of your hand before he's standing tall and adjusting his armor before he's turning and making his way back down the hallway.

and then you're left alone in front of hongjoong's chamber doors. you feel an ugly twist in your stomach as you knock on the oak doors and wait for his voice to let you in.

"come in," god, how long has it been since you've heard his voice. even just hearing him speak is enough to make you weak.

opening the door, you are immediately greeted to the sight of hongjoong lounging at his table, sitting in one of his plush, velvet chairs. his royal garments have been discarded, leaving him in only his thin, silk blouse and black trousers. his brown hair framing his face perfectly and you feel a wave of butterflies fill your stomach as your heart beat picks up.

hongjoong turns to see who has arrived and upon seeing you, his stoic face quickly turns into one of happiness. he stands up and makes his way over to you as you close the door behind you.

"my moonflower," he says, arms open as he brings you into a hug. his strong scent fills your nostrils as his arms wrap around your form and you can't help but to return the hug as you bury your face into his neck. you hear hongjoong let out a small laugh as his hand comes up to run over your head. "i've missed you so much."

you can't help but doubt his words. the knowledge that he's been seeing seonghwa again and again comes crashing in. if he truly missed you then why did he wait till now to request you?

"i've missed you too, your highness," you tell him, you can't help the mix of emotions that swim through you. you want to question him, but you know it will do no good. it will only make you look jealous.

"come on now, y/n," he says with a grin as he pulls away just enough to look at you, "we're alone, there's no need to call me that."

you can't help but feel flushed at his words, "sorry, just a habit," you say a little embarrassed, but hongjoong brushes it off with a laugh. "so... did you call on me solely because you missed me?"

"ah, yes, i actually have something i want to talk to you about?" he says before he's taking you by the hand and guiding you to his lavish and overly large bed. you sit down when the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

"talk about?" you feel your nerves bubble up when you watch hongjoong walk away from you and over to his desk that is filled with an assortment of stuff, but mainly parchment papers with writing all over them. however, its none of the papers that he picks up, but a small ornament box instead.

hongjoong holds the box as if it will break any second before he's gently sitting down next to you on his bed. you look at the box with confusion before you're are looking back up at hongjoong.

"this box is very important to the royal family," he begins to say as he runs his hand over it. you take notice of the white moonflower – the lunar tear – craving on the top of it. "my mother gave this to me when i became king," he adds on and you can't help but feel your palms start to sweat. "when she gave it to me, she told me about the duty my family had to the goddess and to protect this box."

"what's inside it?" you couldn't help but ask as you reached your own hand out. not to touch the box, but to touch hongjoong's hand.

"my mother told me its the spirit of a great evil. that centuries and centuries ago, pandora's soul was trapped in this very box by the goddess," he explains and for a second you want to laugh at his words. you think he's messing with you, but when you look at his face you can tell he's serious.

however, despite this information he is sharing with you, you can't help but want to ask him the one question that stands in your brain. "why are you showing me something this valuable, hongjoong?"

"because, my moonflower," he says with a smile as his hand comes up to cup your face. "i want to give it to you, to protect for me."

"me? h-hongjoong have you gone crazy or something?" you are completely caught off guard by his words. he wants to give you the box that supposedly has the soul of the most evil spirit the world has seen.

pandora is a person of myth; however, its been proven throughout the history of the world that she was just as real as you and hongjoong are. her goal was to bring about the end of the world. how she attempted to bring about the end of the world tended to change slightly, but her goal was still the same. kill any and everything.

and here, hongjoong was giving you this box to trust and hold. "hongjoong..."

"i'm giving entrusting this box because i know i can trust you," he says, leaning over as his lips ghost over your cheek. you feel a chill run down your spine as you look towards your lover right as he rests his forehead against yours. "my favorite flower, the one i love the most," he adds softly as he places the box into your hands.

his words make your heart skip a beat as his hands come up to cup your face. his breath fans against your lips as his hovers closely to yours. just centimeters from touching yours.

"but that's only if you accept the box, my love, i won't force you to take it," he says and that's when you're reminded of the weight in your hands from the small metal box.

you take a deep breath before answering, "of course, i’ll guard it with my heart, joongie." the king's smile is enough to make your heart do a flip.

“that’s not the only reason why i summoned you here though,” hongjoong said, his usual grin on his face as he gently takes the box and sets it on his bedside table.

you feel hongjoong tug on your sleeve and you turn to see his eyes filled with lust and longing and you can't help the smile that tugs at your own lips. "its been way too long since we have been one, don't you think?"

"yes it has, my king."

hongjoong's chamber was filled with a mixture of your moans and the sound of skin slapping skin. your legs were spread wide and you were practically bent in half as hongjoong pounded away at your hole. you couldn't help but arch your back as how hongjoong's cock filled you up.

"you take me so well, moonflower," hongjoong says a grin painting his lips as one of his hands wrap around your own cock, he gives it a firm squeeze that makes you cry out. your lover can't help but let out a laugh as he watches you wither underneath him.

"n-ngh! joongie! p-please!" you cry out as you feel hongjoong hit your sweet spot as he continues to stroke your cock. his thumb runs over your slit and it slowly begins to leak pre-cum that hongjoong uses as lube to stroke you off quicker.

"please what, love? use your words," he's clearly mocking you as he leans down to kiss you before he's pulling out of you and turning you onto your stomach. you can't help but moan at how hongjoong handles you like you were nothing.

"h-hongjoong," you can't help but moan as you feel hongjoong lick at your puckered hole as his hand grabs at your cock again and begins to jerk you off once more. "a-ah fuck! fuckfuckfuck!"

hongjoong laughs as he licks at your hole before he's pulling away. "does it feel good, moonflower?"

"y-yes s-so-so good, joongie!"

you let out another moan when you feel hongjoong enter you once again. you can't help but let out a sigh at hongjoong not only filling you up once again, but also at him finally leaving your poor cock alone. both his hands grip your hips tightly and he begins thrusting into you once again.

you grip the sheets below you tightly as you can't help but feel your eyes roll back as hongjoong's cock massages your prostate. you clench around him tightly as you feel your orgasm build up the longer he fucks you.

"you're so perfect, my flower," hongjoong says as he presses his chest against your back. his hands wandering over your body before they stop of play with your nipples and pinching them harshly which causes you to let out loud cry. "you take my cock so well and your body was made for me."

"n-ngh, yes joongie, only yours," you say in your fucked out daze as you felt hongjoong trail his lips down your back. you felt a pleasurable chill run over your body when hongjoong licks up your spin before his arms are wrapping underneath your armpits in order to pull you up off the bed.

you're pressed flush against hongjoong as he continues to abuse your hole, pounding away as he uses you for his pleasure. not that you mind, you would happily allow hongjoong to use your body to his heart's content in order to pleasure himself and make himself happy.

"you're so beautiful," he says before kissing your cheek. "i love you so much, moonflower," he says and the nickname that him and seonghwa and others always use for you makes your heart skip a beat. you remember when hongjoong had overheard seonghwa call you that nickname and how he had asked if he could call you that ask well.

"if i could marry you, i would in a heartbeat, but t-those bastard ad-visors of mine– fuck!" hongjoong cuts himself off as he does a particularly hard thrust before he's stilling himself inside of you for a moment.

he slowly lets you go as you rest back on his sheets, the cold material feels good against your hot skin. hongjoong moves once more to hover above you as he leans down to kiss you again.

"i wanted to ask..." he begins as he moves at a slower pace this time. "if you would come with me on my next campaign. i can't bare being without you and so i want you to be with me."

"r-really?" his question catches you off guard as you turn to look at him with just as much shock as you feel.

"yes," he says with a little laugh. "i've been trying to find a way to ask you since i got back from my last one and i even asked seonghwa if i should ask you. he scolded me for trying to hog you too much, but he eventually told me to just ask and so... yeah, here i am."

"fuck– hongjoong, of course!" you say when you feel his tip rub against your sweet spot. hongjoong gives you a teasing smile.

hongjoong doesn't say anything as he kisses you one last time before he's focusing back on making the two of you come. and when you finally do, you moan at how you feel hongjoong pumping you full of his cum. you know that when he pulls out, it will leak out of you knowing how much cum the king has.

you are left a panting mess as you feel your own cum panting your stomach. hongjoong pulls out slowly and you whine at how empty you feel as your lover turns you onto your back to look at the mess he had cause.

you watch as hongjoong bends down before licking up most of your cum that painted your skin. he then moves to lean over you before kissing you and you cringe at how you taste yourself on his lips and you can tell hongjoong is enjoying himself.

when he pulls away from your lips, you can't help but pout as he smiles at you softly before he's rolling over to lay next you. he brings his hand up to rest on your waist as he pulls you closer to you.

"i love you, my king," you said and hongjoong looks at you fondly as you brush some hair out of his face.

"i love you too, my moonflower."

its a few hours later when you are finally leaving hongjoong's chambers. your lover of course begged you to stay with him longer, pleading to spend the entire night with him, but you turned him down. not because you didn't want to spend the rest of the night in his embrace, but because you needed to find seonghwa.

you wanted to talk to him as a way to clear your conscious from those jealous thoughts you had earlier.

you kissed hongjoong's pouty lips, "next time we can spend the entire night together, my king."

"yeah, yeah, just go before i change my mind in letting you leave," his tone is full of tease as he rests on his side, his silk blankets the only thing covering his nude body.

you let out a laugh as you reach for the box before making your way out of his chambers and down the hall before you are arriving at the wing that has both yours and seonghwa's private chambers.

standing outside of seonghwa's chambers, you feel a sense of nervousness settle on you as you try to build up the fleeting courage to knock on his door.

then without a second thought, you knocked on his door. you bit your lip as you waited for your lover to open the door, and it felt like ages before you heard the door opening.

your eyes immediately met seonghwa's bright and shining ones. and then he beamed a bright smile at you when he realized who was at your door.

"ah, y/n!" he says your name and you can't help want to hear him say again and again, over and over. "did you go see hongjoong?"

"yeah, i just got back," you tell him and the box he gifted you feels heavy in your hands as you look at seonghwa. "b-but i wanted to talk to you, can i... can i come in?"

"of course, moonflower," seonghwa says before letting you, "how did your visit with hongjoong go?" he asks once the two of you are in his room and away from any prying eyes.

seonghwa had stripped you of your clothes, a wet rag in his hands as he wipes down your body. you felt a warmth spread over you as you felt seonghwa's hands roam around your body. you had to stop yourself from moaning when his hand wrapped around your cock.

"so..." seonghwa begins after he finished wiping you off, "what did you want to talk about?" his head tilts to the side as he watches you redress yourself.

"i wanted to apologize for earlier," you say, feeling embarrassed now that you say it out loud.

"what for, y/n?" seonghwa asks as he comes to sit down next to you on his bed. he takes your hands into his warm ones and sweet scent makes you want to melt into his embrace.

"i thought hongjoong was going to dismiss me from being his concubine because he had been seeing you more than me recently. i was... scared that i would never be able to see you again."

"oh, y/n, i would never let that happen," he says pulling you into his embrace. your head rests against his chest, your cheek pressing into the soft material of his blouse. "i love you so much."

you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his confession, tears brimming at your waterline as you wrapped your arms around him. "i'm sorry for being jealous, i'm sorry for not being good enough like you."

"you hush now, don't think like that, my love. you are more than enough for me, that's why i love you." you peer up at seonghwa to see him smiling down at you. his hand runs through your hair before he's cupping your face and kissing you.

you immediately melt into the kiss as your hands pull him closer to you. seonghwa moves in order to lay you down onto his bed with him hovering overtop of you. both his and your own hands roam over each other's body, pulling away your clothes so that you are both bare and pressed up again each other like you have been so many times before in the past.

seonghwa kisses down your body, his hands squeezing your flesh as he leaves his own trail of lovebites next to and around the ones hongjoong had left.

and then seonghwa is entering you, your warm hole welcoming his cock as he milks your prostate. your moans fill his chamber as his hips meet your ass and you can't help but feel loved by seonghwa.

eventually, you reach your climax with seonghwa before you're laying together in his bed. the two of you lay so close to each other that your noses graze each other whenever one of you moves.

"seonghwa?"

"yes, y/n?"

"we'll be together forever, right? nothing's going to tear us apart?"

"no, never. together forever." you two share a brief kiss before seonghwa is pulling you to rest your head against his chest. seonghwa smiles down at you before his eyes flicker up at pandora's box that sits idly on the bedside table behind you.

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kentophilia · 2 months

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w i n e ' n d i n e !

synopsis: the pleasant anniversary dinner with your husband has you dining between his legs later on.

contains: rimming, fellatio, fingering and prostate massage (male receiving), lots of lube, sub-ish atsuya, food and wine consumption, atsuya being a sexy ass man, footsies with his dick, established relationship, petnames (love, darling etc.), fem!reader (wears makeup, a dress and high heels), intended lowercase

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is for @honeybleed's underrated character collab! also first fic on this blog teehee, enjoy!

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

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ping!

the notification sound on your phone broke you out of your daze. it meant that atsuya was near to pick you up for your anniversary dinner.

you had dressed up in your (and your husband’s) favorite dress, its fabric hugging your figure in all the right places. you finished your makeup and put on your shoes and coat to wait for him by the door.

you had felt giddy the whole day, barely concentrating at work at the prospect of a nice dinner and possibly getting a little frisky, too. both you and your husband had been working a lot, barely finding time to spend with each other. both of you were constantly tired and your frustration grew to a point where you would have even sneak a little orgasm in during your lunch break.

so the anniversary dinner was the perfect opportunity to let off some steam afterwards. you knew that atsuya was also growing more impatient. his hands would be wandering a little more, gripping you a little tighter each morning, the goodbye kisses lingering for a little too long.

while you were waiting for your beloved, your mind started to wander. you had watched a few…. interesting videos in hopes of bringing those topics up with your husband and bringing a little more excitement into your dreary day-to-day life. maybe you’d be able to try something out today.

you were coaxed out of your thoughts by your husband's car turning into the driveway. he stepped out, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. he walked over to you with a crooked smile, a toothpick between his teeth to soothe his oral fixation.

“happy anniversary, my love.”

his deep voice reached your ears and a smile spread over your face, cheeks burning and heart bursting.

taking the toothpick from his mouth, he leaned in to kiss you. his cologne was overtaking your senses. you wished you could just jump him right there and then and forfeit your evening plans, desire coursing through your veins. he pulled away too soon for your liking but you masked your disappointment, taking the flowers and inhaling their sweet scent.

atsuya offered his arm and guided you to the car, opening the passenger door for you. as you stepped in, your husband got a glimpse of what you were wearing underneath your dress, sucking in a deep breath.

he was in for a hell of a night.

the drive was short, his hand on your thigh warm and comforting. you filled the silence with some comfortable small talk until it was time to step out.

the restaurant atsuya had booked was stunning and on your to-go list for a long time. there was gentle jazz playing in the background as you were guided to your table.

as your eyes scanned through the menu, you felt your husband’s sharp gaze on you. you felt your face growing hot yet again. his ability to make you bashful with just a look was astounding.

“i already know what i’m gonna eat tonight,” he spoke, a smug grin playing on his face.

a giggle escaped your throat, your hand fanning yourself as you felt your whole body getting hotter.

“atsuya, we're in public!” you fake gasped, lightly swatting his hand that reached out to hold yours.

“and we're married, everyone knows what married people do! don’t act all shy on me now!”

your husband’s low laughter had your heart skipping a beat. you had truly missed him and couldn't wait to get your hands on him.

you ordered your food, along with two glasses of wine, your favorite. the waiter smiled at you both while taking your menus before turning and walking away.

“you look gorgeous, sweetheart.”

“you don't look too bad yourself,” you giggled.

atsuya was practically drooling over you. the dress was his favorite color on you, making your skin glow along with your makeup. his thumb gently rubbed over your knuckles, wedding bands glowing in the soft candlelight. you bashfully thanked him, squeezing his long fingers between yours.

dinner went by without a hassle, the food and wine were spectacular and everything you had imagined. the pair of you engaged in pleasant talk about your days, the gentle buzz of the wine slowly settling in.

as atsuya was telling you about a particularly annoying coworker of his, your heeled foot slowly slid up his leg. he raised an arched eyebrow but let you continue. he kept talking while your foot hiked up to his thigh and nudged itself between them. your husband sucked in a sharp breath, holding your foot against him as you tilted the ball of your foot towards his slowly growing erection.

truth to be told, he’s been half hard all day thinking about you. and it did not get better when he saw what you were wearing underneath your dress. he was trying so so hard not to think about just putting your ass on the restaurant table and taking you right then and there. but atsuya knew that both of you were in for a treat once home.

your shoe rubbed against him just right, giving him just enough friction to feel something but not enough to actually bring him to orgasm. you leaned forward onto your hand, your foot pressing just a bit more onto his clothed cock. atsuya swallowed a groan, his eyes fluttering shut just for a second.

“you were saying?” you mused, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you watched your husband try to compose himself.

“you’re driving me crazy, woman. weren't you the one acting all bashful about my comment earlier?” he chuckled, breathless with how you moved your foot against his leaking erection.

you giggled, sending your husband’s heart into overdrive. “and what about it? can't i have a little fun with you despite that?”

atsuya just shook his head with a grin, trying to hide his flushed face as he took another sip from his wine. his other hand still held your wiggling foot against him. he was relishing in the feeling and anticipation of finally being intimate with you again.

you opted out of dessert, naturally. atsuya paid, with no regard to the waiter giving you both a knowing look before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the car.

the air was buzzing on the ride home, with your husband trying to focus with your hand on his bulge.

as soon as the door to your house clicked shut, his hands and lips were on you. pulling him close by his collar, you barely made it out of your coats before his hands slipped under your dress and gave your butt a harsh squeeze.

you licked along his bottom lip and he moaned, granting you entrance. heavy breaths and spit were exchanged in your makeout session as your hands wandered over his chest and tummy down to his belt loops. you pulled your husband’s pelvis against yours, feeling his throbbing bulge against you.

a small string of spit connected your mouths when you pulled away, a grin playing on your lips.

“i wanna try something today, atsu. let’s take this to the bedroom, yeah?” you breathlessly asked. he just nodded, mind still hazy from the heated kisses you shared.

clothes were discarded in seconds and you pushed your husband onto the bed, the mattress dipping underneath his weight. you crawled on top of him, lingerie-clad ass right on his heavy cock. leaning down, you started kissing his neck, gently sucking and biting on the skin. just enough to leave a few marks.

you made your way down his body, occasionally nipping at his skin to make bruises blossom on it. you spent a bit more time on his nipples, knowing how sensitive they are. one bud was engulfed by your hot mouth while the other fell victim to your nimble fingers. they swelled a little under your ministrations, flushing the prettiest shade of pink.

atsuya’s sounds were heaven to your ears, the prettiest of whines falling from his lips. his brows were furrowed and eyes threatening to fall shut as you got lower and lower. so close, so close to where he needed you most.

as you kissed the tip of his cock, droplets of pre-cum started to roll down his length. atsuya whined, pleading for you to hurry up and suck him off. foreplay was both of your favorite bedroom activities and you planned to take your sweet, sweet time with it.

you licked along the twitching length of him, feeling it hot and heavy against your tongue. the teasing was almost too much for atsuya, he just wanted to be buried in you, feeling your walls clench around him. but he knew that with you, patience is a virtue and so he let you take your time.

when you finally wrapped your lips around him after a few more licks and kisses to his dick, he almost blacked out from the pleasure. his hips twitched upwards, making you gag slightly.

the tightening of your throat around his cock made him nearly bust right then and there. you pulled your mouth off, gasping for air before returning it to his length. you bobbed your head a few more times, your husband’s hand heavy on the back of your head. before long, you pulled away again, forcing a whine out of atsuya.

you reached into the bedside table, pulling out the small bottle of lube and squirting some onto your palm. you gave it a few seconds to warm up before engulfing your husband’s leaking cock in your hand.

his reaction was immediate and everything you had hoped for. his hips bucked up, his eyes screwed shut and a loud moan and a string of profanities left his swollen lips. your leftover spit paired with the lube made everything so wet and his cock so, so much more sensitive. he trashed and squirmed a little, the sensation almost too much for him. but your hand on his hip soothed him and he let you torture him for just a little bit longer.

as your hand continued to move up and down his length, your tongue traveled lower and lower. from the base of his cock to his heavy balls. but before you could reach where you wanted to be, atsuya’s panicked voice reached you.

“he-hey, hey, woah, what are you doing?” he whined, his voice climbing up a little.

you grinned, head between his thighs and your hand still jerking him off. his head fell back onto the mattress when your thumb pressed right underneath his tip.

“relax, love. i’ll make you feel good,” you murmured against the skin of his thigh.

he leaned up onto his elbows, his eyebrows furrowed as a low whine escaped his throat. you gave the swollen tip of his cock a kiss.

“do you trust me?”

atsuya loved eating ass. it was a regular practice when eating you out, his tongue would always find its way to your puckered hole. and you loved it as well, your orgasms so much more intense. his tongue playing with your ass, his thumb on your swollen clit and two of his fingers inside your throbbing cunt. it would have you coming in no time.

but having you between his cheeks was uncharted territory. he had never experienced this with anyone else before. it was taboo, unheard of – downright dirty – and never really crossed his mind (lies he would tell himself as his finger would sometimes slip inside his ass as he showered and pleasured himself).

but now that he was on a cloud of bliss, he wondered why he didn't do this sooner. yes, his finger was one thing and it was pleasurable and made him cum hard, sometimes to the point where he'd almost faint from the pleasure.

but your tongue, that only his cock was acquainted to so intimately up until now, felt heavenly against his hole. even better with your hand around his length, slick sounds and his high-pitched moans filling the bedroom. the stimulation on both ends was driving him crazy.

you could feel him twitch in your palm, pre-cum rolling down his length as he tried to keep himself from cumming too soon. the grip he had on the backs of his thigh was strong enough to bruise. your forehead was sticky with sweat, relishing in the high that came with reducing such a strong man like atsuya to nothing but whimpers.

the corners of your mouth twitched into a smirk, your tongue lapping and prodding at his hole. his cock had taken on a dark shade of red from the stimulation and how hard atsuya was trying not to cum.

“feeling good, handsome?” you teased, slowing down your hand on purpose.

he whined, his voice becoming hoarse from all the crying out he had done so far. “y-yeah, please, please don't stop! feels s’good,” he slurred, his whole body shaking in exertion. this position, legs in the air with just his rough hands keeping them up, was taking a toll on even a trained man such as him.

“as you wish,” you murmured, giving his ass cheek a kiss before switching your hands. a lubed up finger was now prodding at his hole, gently pushing past the tight ring of muscle. atsuya’s lips parted in a loud moan, his hips moving on their own accord.

his hole was practically sucking you in with his hips moving in small circles. you gently pushed in and out, now realizing that he had done this before (he would've denied it if you had asked). grinning to yourself, you got him used to the sensation of one finger with a few more thrusts before pushing in a second one.

your husband was drooling on himself, mind absolutely blank from the pleasure you were giving him. scissoring your fingers and pushing them in and out of his hole, you were searching for that one spot –

“oh fuck! right there, please, please!!” atsuya almost screamed at you, his muscles twitching and his cock leaking all over your hand.

found it.

you smirked, gently moving your fingers against his prostate. your teasing drove him crazy, he was so, so close.

he panted like a dog, his head peeking out between his spread legs. “please, darling, please let me cum!”

his begging and his whiny tone was going straight to your core, your underwear sticking almost uncomfortably to your cunt. you wanted to torture him just a bit longer but he's been so patient – so obedient – for you that you decided it was enough.

you pressed hard against his prostate, your other hand simultaneously speeding up against his cock. your wrists hurt, your fingers were starting to look like raisins but you didn't care. nothing mattered more than bringing your husband to ecstasy.

atsuya trashed against his own hold, against your hands bringing him so much delight. curses after curses were leaving his spit-slicked lips, his voice reaching higher in pitch. after just a few more movements against his cock and his prostate, he came undone in a series of unintelligible babbles.

spurt after spurt spilled out of his tip onto your hand and his stomach, seemingly never ending as you slowed down both of your hands to gently milk the last of his cum out of his spent body.

you gently pulled your fingers out of his clenching hole, making a low whine escape his throat. a dull ache settled into your knees and back as your body cooled down. you slowly straightened up into standing and went to get a towel from the bathroom. after washing your hands, you wet the towel and returned to your husband in the bedroom.

atsuya was laying starfish style on the bed, eyes closed and chest heaving. he opened one eye when he felt the bed dip under your weight. you leaned to press a gentle kiss against his forehead, murmuring praises into his sweaty skin. he sighed, the praise warming his cheeks. having the roles reversed for once felt nice. his lips quirked into a small smile and he quietly thanked you for taking such good care of him.

you carefully wiped down his tummy and between his butt cheeks. as you started cleaning up his softening length, he twitched from the stimulation and grabbed your wrist. a few deep breaths later, he let you clean him of his cum and you threw the soiled towel into the laundry basket.

you laid down beside atsuya, curling into his side. as you traced little figure eights on his cooling skin as his thumb caressed your shoulder. your husband’s head turned to you, a lopsided grin on his face.

“will you let me return the favor now, love?”

tags: @likelilacwine @kentocidal @kizoken @tojjist @sttoru and thank you to @redskyvenus and @bleach-your-panties for proofreading!!

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cozage · 1 year

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Hey! I saw your request being open!

Could I have Monster trio (separate pls) with a female s/o that Sees her lover stressed/despressed/ down what you like, so she makes them Some dessert to their taste? To Show them love and being there for them? So just pure fluff!

Thank you again and take enough Breaks and have a nice day/night

A/N: I was a big fan of this. I hope you liked it!

Characters: gn reader x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Cw: sad boi hours, but still really cute!

Total word count: 1k

Luffy

Luffy doesn't seem as crazy as he usually does. He’s not running around or screaming as much, he’s more wandering around the ship, staring out to sea in thought. It’s kind of alarming for everyone on the ship, honestly

Double chocolate cake. It’s his favorite thing to eat, and luckily it’s something you can make pretty easily

You whip up the cake, and leave the spoon and the bowl off to the side for him to lick up later (sorry Sanji- you know he hates when Luffy does that)

He doesn’t even come into the kitchen when he smells the cake baking, and you take it out early just to get it to him faster.

When he sees it, the biggest grin appears on his face. And then he sees the battered spoon and bowl, and his smile somehow gets bigger. He starts to get tears in his eyes from happiness

He swallows it almost entirely whole, and he licks the bowl and the spoon completely clean of any HINT of chocolate. You could put it back into the cupboards, that's how clean they look.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask, and he stares into the cleaned bowl he’s still licking at.

“It’s Ace’s birthday today, I think.” he finally answers after a few long moments. “We made up birthdays for each other since we didn’t know our own.”

“Well, Happy Birthday Ace.” you say softly. “Should we have a party?”

Luffy’s smile returns. It’s not as big as it was before, but it’s there, and you count it as a win. “I think he would like that a lot.”

Zoro

He’s grumpy. Zoro is usually grumpy, but today he’s extra grumpy.

Zoro doesn’t like to talk about his emotions, and you know that better than anyone. So instead you remind him of your love…from a distance.

Desserts are hard for Zoro. Chocolate and candy are far too sweet for him to enjoy. But, surprisingly, you know he does like mochi. So that’s what you make.

It takes a lot of time and effort, making the sticky sweet rice balls and the ice cream to match. But luckily all you have is time today. You know when Zoro gets in his funk he doesn’t want to see or talk to anyone.

You make a few of each; green tea, strawberry, red bean, and just regular vanilla, and climb up to the crow’s nest where he’s hidden away.

You open the hatch and you can see him look over to see who has disturbed him, his eyes full of irritation. They soften slightly when they see you, but not by much.

“I just brought dessert for you,” you whisper, placing the plate down and starting to shut the door.

“Wait!” he demanded, slight desperation in his voice. “Do you want to eat with me?”

You smile at that, and climb up into the crow's nest. The two of you sit silently and eat the dessert until it’s all gone.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked him.

“No,” he snapped instinctually. “Sorry,” he quickly corrected. “Thank you for the food. It was really good.”

“Sure thing” you smile, blowing him a kiss and winking at him, taking your leave. “Let me know if you need anything else.” You see him nod and you’re thankful that you get to leave him with a smile on his face.

Sanji

It’s hard to tell when Sanji is upset about things, but there’s one main thing: He hides in the kitchen. So when you realize he hasn’t come out to see you halfway through the day, you get suspicious.

You wander into the kitchen and he looks up from his manic whisking of some kind of batter. He didn’t even look up to see you come in, and you can see three trays of cupcakes already made behind him.

“Sanji?” you call, and he looks up like a deer caught in the headlights.

“My love! Are you hungry? Are you sad? Do you need something?” he’s scanning your face to see if you were angry at all, worried he forgot something.

“Sanji.” You walk over and take the bowl out from his hands, setting it on the counter. Your hands cup his face so his eyes only focus on you. “Breathe, Sanji.”

You breathe in and out with him a few times, trying to get him to calm down. Once his breathing calms down and his eyes seem a little less scared, you both feel better.

“Out,” you command, and he looks at you funny. “I’ll handle this mess in the kitchen. Go sit by Chopper’s inflatable pool with him.”

He needs something simple, something refreshing, so you decide to stick with the basics. A homemade vanilla bean ice cream with a lavender lemonade.

He comes in several times during the process, and you kick him to the curb every time, He can’t even get past the door before you’re screaming “OUT!”

Luffy cleans up the cupcakes and batter, and you do all the dishes while the ice cream is mixing.

When you take it out to him, he cries a little bit. “You know me so well,” he sobbed, mouth full of ice cream.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, looking over at him.

“Not really,” he says, and you nod. That’s fine with you too. Some things are just too hard to talk about, but you’re glad you could get him out of his baking spiral at least.

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biggestsimp12 · 1 year

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Who fell in love first?

Its literally 4 in the morning and i got no sleep and brain goes brrr for these so >¬° (probably will post way later lmao)

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Fluff

The reader hasn't a specified gender

Tw: none. Just lots of fluff

With following characters: Wanderer, Xiao, Cyno, Kazuha , Zhongli, Kaeya, Itto, Childe, Albedo.

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Xiao

You fell first he fell harder

Got trapped in his mysterious eyes when accidentally spotting him at Wangshu Inn. From that day you visited almost daily in hope to meet him once more. When you succeeded to do so, you couldn't leave his mind. You got such a pretty smile, gorgeous eyes and a heart-stopping laugh. He thought you had put a spell on him lmao

He started avoiding you as he tried to figure out this new "thing" you've done to him.

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Zhongli

He fell first you fell harder

Got to know each other after paying for his tea. His stories were so interesting you couldn't help but want to hear more. His nice and gentle aura made your heart flutter. Sadly you got to go as your boss scolded you for being late for work.

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Childe

You fell first he fell harder

Oh, how easily this man got obsessed with you...

How you always greeted him like an old friend despite knowing his status in the fatui.

You better know what you got yourself into since you're not escaping.

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Kaeya

He fell first you fell harder.

Must i even explain? We all know his charms and flirtatious nature could get everyone all over him. Yet he's got his eye on you while you having not even a clue of the situation. How cute.

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Albedo

You fell first he fell harder

You were always very opened minded to his experiments that he couldn't help but start developing a crush on you.

Sucrose had to explain him once more what he was feeling. Very calm about it actually. Didn't try a thing from what Sucrose told him, not wanting to rush you.

Sweetie pie

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Kazuha

You fell first he fell harder

This boy is a sweetheart omfg

Enjoyed traveling with him and vice versa.

Who would've thought the wind could bring him such a nice person. (>^<)

He sings for you when you guys are on a trip. Lots of stories. Collecting things on the trip and to see your happy face makes his heart skip a beat.

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Itto

You fell first he fell harder

This big guy is gonna leech to you like crazy.

Gonna tell all the new thing he and his squad does.

He won a beetle fight? Your the first to hear.

Somebody tried to throw beans at him? Whining straight to you.

You better stand him cause you're not going to leave any soon.

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Cyno

You fell first he fell harder

His voice softens when he's talking to you. Since he sees you as a friend, he likes telling you all the rendom jokes he has in mind. Laugh at one of them and he's high over heels for you.

Talks to Tighnari about you.

"Have you seen how gorgeous Y/N is? I must be a snowflake since i fallen for them."

(Tighnari internal sighs lmao)

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Wanderer

You fell first he fell harder

The lots and lots of patience you need to have if you like this man. His attitude sky rockets if he likes you. Honestly he's in denial when it comes to human feelings.

Just give him time and patience. He has trust issues and he's scared you are going to leave him. Just give him time and his ice hard walls will melt from around his heart.

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The end

Have a nice day/night

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Book Boyfriend

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Summary: Bucky is better than any book boyfriend. You'll prove it to him. Word Count: Over 1.9k Warnings: E.S.C., (o)ral (m. receiving), (d)irty talk, possible touch of insecurity, slight feels (it's me, okay), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: A Stud and Smartie "drabble" for Sinday thanks to a wonderful prompt provided by @drabblewithfrannybarnes . I hope I did this justice, my beautiful friend! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone , so any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass, and divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

It was supposed to be a harmless game night. Something fun for you, Bucky, and your friends to unwind. Between classes, work, and everything in between, you all deserve a break.

You didn't expect to be on your knees for Bucky while everyone hung out in the living room.

His. Fault. My fault? No, it's his fault that his perfect cock is sliding in and out of my mouth when I should be a good hostess.

You would remind him of that later once everyone left.

For now, you had to take care of him.

It began a few minutes prior when Clint started setting up the next game while you snuggled with Bucky on the couch. That was after you tried to make sure everyone had a drink or snack and he snaked a hand out to pull you down beside him. He firmly wrapped an arm around you to pin you to the spot when you attempted to get up.

“What does a guy have to do to get your attention?” he asked as you tucked your legs beneath you.

A strange look crossed your face as he pulled you closer. “You think you don’t have my attention?”

Bucky decided to wear a tight blue t-shirt and spritz himself in your favorite cologne before everyone showed up. You couldn’t even concentrate on the first game you played because the scent left you dizzy, along with his hand teasing your inner thigh. You told him you’d yank on his hair if he kept it up.

“That a promise?” was his retort.

Menace.

“I don’t know,” Bucky said in a singsong tone. “You didn’t pay much attention to me today.”

“We cleaned the apartment so it would look nice for everyone,” you reminded him.

“You had your headphones on for most of the day,” he pouted.

An actual pout, which you were tempted to kiss away.

“It helped the cleaning go by faster, that’s all,” you said, moving your body closer to lean against him. “You always have my attention, Stud.”

Always.

"Are you two going to be lovey-dovey all night?" Sam asked. “I guess that isn’t different from any other night with you two. No wonder Alpine’s hiding.”

"Give them a break,” Steve intervened, the corner of his lip lifting in a small smile. “It's sweet."

"Yeah,” you smiled. “Let me be lovey with my boyfriend."

"Aww, so you do wanna pay attention to me,” Bucky teased, placing his hand back on your thigh.

Like he had during the previous game.

“You wanna be lovey with me, Smartie?"

"Hold on, big boy,” you giggled, putting your hand over his. You didn’t push it away since, well, you liked having his attention, too. “Maybe not where they can see."

Bucky’s friends put up with the two of you flirting and dancing around each other before you started dating. Having to deal with the two of you once you got together was another level. And while Steve thought you two were sweet and Natasha planned to help you design a wedding dress, which you argued you weren’t engaged, you didn’t want to flaunt or make them uncomfortable.

Bucky’s lips brushed the shell of your ear before he whispered in a low voice, "You think I give a fuck if any of them see?"

You sat up straight as you attempted to process the words that came out of his mouth.

No. That has to be a coincidence. Act normal. Don't give anything away. Like we're playing poker.

"Get on your fucking knees for me,” he rasped, nipping your earlobe hard enough that you had to bite back a whimper. “Show me how much you love me."

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuckity fuck.

"…You listened to my audio book?" you asked, closing your eyes because you were sure you’d combust if you looked at him.

And how would you explain that to the gang?

“Not on purpose. You left it running when you took a break to feed Al. I am, however, a little offended because why would you listen to that when you have me?” he asked, cupping your chin and turning your face toward his.

You kept your eyes shut. You weren't exactly embarrassed that he caught you. Not completely. Lots of people listened to naughty books.

“You know I love to read. You could’ve just picked a book for us to read together and act out. I can get my voice nice and deep, just like when my cock’s inside you.”

Brain does not compute. Smartie is going into reboot mode. I’m thinking of myself in the third person. Goodbye.

“Open your eyes, doll,” he urged, smiling when you obeyed. “There’s my beautiful girl. And I think you do wanna get on your knees for me,” he said, like it was just the two of you there.

Up close, you could see how blown his pupils were. The hand on your thigh didn’t inch higher, but his grip tightened like he was trying to stay in control. And all you could think about was how quickly you could suck him off before the next game.

“Be right back!” you announced, surprising yourself with your strength as you managed to stand up and pull your large boyfriend with you.

“Everything okay?” Steve asked as you dragged Bucky away.

“I think they’re gonna play ‘hide and seek’,” Natasha answered.

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Clint questioned. “I can think of a few other names for it.”

You drowned out the conversation as you pulled Bucky to your bedroom and shut the door. You didn't mean for the kiss to be so desperate, but hearing the rasp of his voice as he repeated the naughty audio back to you riled you up once the shock wore off. He didn't seem to mind as your lips parted to allow his tongue inside.

Hell, you could consider it a blessing that he heard since it sounded a million times hotter coming from him.

"No more audio books," he said as he leaned against your door, staring you down as you dropped to your knees.

You were glad the light was on so you could see the desire in his eyes.

A look that only you got to see.

"Why not?" you asked as you worked his jeans open, smiling as you gave him your best doe-eyed expression.

"Because I want my voice to be the only one you get off to," he said, brushing a hand along the top of your head as you froze. "Is that wrong of me?"

The adoring smile on his face was met with one of your own. "Is that why you've been wanting my attention tonight?” you asked, your smile falling a bit. “You think I prefer a book boyfriend over you?"

He didn't say anything, but his smile fell a bit, too.

Oh, hell no.

Your brilliant, hard working boyfriend, the gorgeous, solid wall of muscle, your rock, the man who worked his way into your heart and became your best friend. Was he actually jealous of some random man's voice reading filth to you? As if that guy would ever compare to the perfect man in front of you.

You refused to let him feel anything less than the confident man you fell for, especially when he made you feel like a goddess.

"Who do you think I'm thinking about when I read, or listen, to any romance novel? It's YOU, Bucky. And when the book ends, I actually have you," you promised, your mouth watering as you distracted him long enough to get his cock out. The adoring gaze is still on your face as you stroke him. "And I love being on my knees for you, just like you do for me. You taste so good and you're so big. Chokes me in the best way."

"Fuck," he whispered as you licked him from base to tip.

You weren't lying when you said you loved the taste of him. Musky, delectable, something so masculine, you'd always want more. Because it was Bucky’s taste and his dick and his everything.

"I want you to ruin my mouth the way you did outside of the shop," you challenged.

If he can fuck my throat in the car before going back to work, he can do it here.

You swirled your tongue around him before swallowing him down. You didn't stop until the tip hit the back of your throat. It didn't matter if you choked or gagged, or if your jaw ached from the girth of him, as long as he knew how much you loved him.

"My dirty girl sucking me off while our friends are here. Can't even go a day without my cock in one of your holes, can you?" he groaned, keeping his hand on the back of your head. "Look at me, please. Let me see those pretty eyes while you take me."

You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked a bit harder, your tongue teasing him just the way he liked it. You didn't want him to hold back and you hoped the warmth of your mouth would allow him to lose himself for a short time. The way his thigh trembled under your touch, it wouldn't take him long.

"So fucking beautiful like this," his strained voice made you moan. "Should keep you under the table so you can keep me warm before I fill you up later."

Drool sweeped around your swollen lips as your nose bumped the patch of coarse curls. The image of him playing cards while you kept your mouth around him made your panties damp. Maybe you could explore that one day.

"I'm close," he warned you, his head almost hitting the door. You refused to tear your gaze away as you glided your teeth ever so gently along him. "You gonna swallow it like a good girl? Take everything I give you?"

He was giving you an out in case you didn't want to.

Which only made you double your efforts.

Bucky came with a moan so deep it almost got you off. Warm on your tongue, you swallowed his release as much as you could before you began to lick him clean. Seeing him flushed and satisfied as he caught his breath made you smile once you finished and tucked him back in his underwear.

"I need to taste you now," he groaned, gripping your arms to help you to your feet.

And that’s another reason why you’re better than any book boyfriend.

“Wait,” you croaked when he kissed you, seemingly uncaring that the taste of him was still fresh in your mouth. “You know I adore you, right?" you asked, pausing to clear your throat again. "And you're the only one I want."

Whether he was actually jealous that you listened to a smutty audiobook or not, you needed to say that.

“I know, Smartie,” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose. “I adore you, too. I'll take you over a book girlfriend any day of the week."

You better.

You could blame being on your knees for why you fell against him for support. “They’re probably waiting for us.”

And they'll be able to tell from my voice exactly what we were up to.

"I think they started without us,” he smirked. “Besides, we're not done playing 'hide and seek'.”

If anyone could convince you to hide in your room and play a bit longer, it was Stud.

Lucky for you, it was a game you’d both have the pleasure of winning.

Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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auteurdelabre · 2 months

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SOMETHING TO FIGHT FOR - VIGNETTE #3

SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ SOMETHING TO FIGHT FOR

RATING: PG

tags: Pregnancy, Talk of pregnancy anxieties, fluff, Joel being sweet, Sarah being the sweetest.

Summary: As requested from my comment section on a03: You find out your pregnant and tell Joel.

a/n: To all of you who send me messages on here and leave comments about my STFF story to this day, know that y'all have my heart in your hands and this is for you.

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You find out during your monthly girl’s night with Maria huddled under blankets, a glass of wine forgotten on the table and plenty of magazines spread over your laps. You’re very interested in the home repair ones now, similar to Maria. She’s thinking of installing a games room in the basement (your former apartment). Joel has mentioned something about doing some built-ins for the kitchen and the thought delights you.

“Isn’t it so nice to be married to handy men?” you muse with a dreamy smile as you flip through the glossy pages.

“It really is,” Maria replies equally dreamy. She hears the gentle thud and shriek from upstairs and smirks. “Tommy’s putting Jackson to bed but we’re weaning him from his soother.”

“Good luck, Tommy.”

The two of you giggle before swapping magazines, pointing out fixtures you like, dreaming about perfect kitchens and listening to Maria catch you up on Jackson, the wild toddler who keeps both she and Tommy on their toes. You love hearing about Jackson, since you’re his favorite person (aside from his parents). You and Joel often babysit for Maria when she and Tommy need a night off. Nights spent watching movies with Sarah on one end of the couch next to you and a dozing toddler between you and Joel make you feel strangely contented.

“We’re thinking of having another one,” Maria says with a coy grin.

You slap her thigh under the blanket excitedly. Thoughts of them expanding their family makes your heart squeeze with joy.

“Really?”

“Yeah, are we insane? One is already enough work.”

“No!” you insist joyfully. “That’s so w-“

Before you can answer properly a wave of nausea goes through you. Maria’s eyes go wide as you fling the blanket from your legs and go staggering to the washroom. You barely make it in before you’re throwing up into the sink. Maria is there to hold your hair back, waiting until you’ve finished before running the sink and cleaning your mouth.

“Where did that come from?” she muses. “Food poisoning?”

“I don’t think so,” you insist, wiping at your damp mouth. “It’s like all of a sudden I just felt sick.”

“Nervous about anything? Work?”

“No, work’s great.”

“And Sarah? Joel?”

“Perfect,” you answer honestly. “I don’t remember ever being this happy.”

“Hmmmm,” Maria nods as you shakily make your way out of the washroom. She gives you a short laugh. “Pregnant?”

You start to laugh along with her before you pause. Like bullets to your brain you’re assaulted with the memory of Joel coming to your office to fuck your brains out. Unprotected, excited at the thought of getting pregnant. But it never happens on the first try! The percentages of that is so low! Everyone knows that… right?

When you don’t reply right away Maria turns, brows raised. “Something you’re not telling me?”

“Uh…”

“Get back in there,” Maria says, ushering you back into the bathroom. She drops to her knees and retrieves a box from the far back under the counter. A pregnancy test. She thrusts it into your hands and grins widely.

“Hope you have to pee.”

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Ten minutes later you and Maria stare at the dual lines on the pregnancy test.

“You’re pregnant.”

“Holy shit.”

“You’re gonna have a baby.”

“Holy fuck.”

All of a sudden Maria gives a large shriek of excitement, pulling you into her arms and jumping.

“Wait, no, shhhh,” you insist, not wanting Tommy to hear. “I don’t want anyone else knowing before Joel. Don’t say anything to anyone until I give you the go ahead.”

“Oh of course,” Maria nods, her eyes bright with excitement. “How are you gonna tell him?”

You pause, thinking of all the romantic gestures Joel has thrown your way during both your courtship and your marriage. It has to be something special, something memorable.

Joel deserves the best.

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The next morning you sit at the kitchen table with your coffee and a piece of paper covered in your scribbles. You look down critically at your list, frowning.

1. Put actual bun in oven. Cheesy??

2. World's greatest Dad Mug? Where would I get it done ASAP?

3. Scavenger hunt?

You've worked on this stupid thing all morning while Joel went into the office and nothing on it looks good. It turns out grand gestures aren’t really your natural style. The thought seems daunting at best.

You considered having Sarah tell him, but you want to tell Sarah together. You want Joel to be a part of sharing that with her.

You hear tiny feet making their way down the stairs and you quickly ball the useless list up into a ball before throwing it into the garbage can.

"Hi Mama," Sarah says padding into the kitchen with a sleepy smile. She's wearing polar bear pyjamas tonight, ones you got her for Christmas. She's growing faster than expected, her ankles already showing.

"Morning."

She wraps her tiny arms around your middle, squeezing gently as you hold her. You rock gety from side to side before you smile down at her, pushing a curl of hair from her large eyes. You curl, pressing a warm kiss to the top of her head.

"Have good dreams, bug?"

"Yeah," Sarah insists with a bright smile up at you. She follows you around to the oven, standing at your hip and chatting away.

Joel is normally the Sunday morning pancake maker, but on the odd weekend he's busy with work you take over kitchen duties. Thankfully he had the batter already prepped and waiting because you are a shit chef. It took you weeks before you stopped burning each one.

You lift the waiting Sarah and place her on the nearby counter to watch. You love these little traditions you share with her. Every year you feel a little bit more like her mother, every time she calls you Mama or requests it be you that kisses her scraped knee better, every moment she clings to your hips or draws you a picture makes your heart squeezes with adoration for her.

"So what did you dream about?"

You place a small bowl of blueberries on the counter for her to snack on as she jiggles her legs absently as she tries to recall her dream.

"I dreamed that there was a zoo and me and daddy we went but the animals were all gone," she says taking a handful of blueberries and chewing. "And we had churros but-but they were bad and uh..."

"Uh huh," you say politely even though your mind is a billion miles away.

"And I dreamed that I could fly over, um, up over the school and-and," Sarah stumbles over her words to get the story out. "You remember like in that movie where the guy flies in the car?"

"Oh yeah."

"Like that guy. Plus I dreamed I had a little sister and she didn't wear the hat I gave her."

This gives you a start. You whip your head to face her fully, the pancake temporarily forgotten.

"You dreamt you had a little sister?"

"Yeah," Sarah pops another blueberry into her mouth, her tongue already stained blue. "She was so cute and small."

Your heart jumps into your throat.

"What was that like?" You ask, trying to be subtle as you go back to flipping the pancake. "Did you like being a big sister?"

"It was only a dream mama," Sarah tells you with a good natured laugh, as if you're a silly fool who doesn't know the difference. "I don't have a sister."

"Of course," you say with a smile, dishing the pancake onto Sarah's plate. "Mama was just being silly."

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MARIA: Have u told him yet??

Not yet. I just got the official confirmation from the doctor yesterday.

MARIA: C'mon!! I'm dying to tell Tommy! It's been A WEEK!

Just wait. I need to make it perfect.

MARIA: Just fucking tell him!!!!!!

The truth is you have no idea how to tell Joel. The entire thing seems strangely stressful and you wish you could be as naturally romantic as he is. You gaze at him over breakfast, taking in the curls that fall into his forehead, the strong line of his jaw and nose. And that’s not even the sexiest thing about him! He’s so kind, so patient, so fucking loving.

"You know the spare room upstairs?" Joel says not noticing how distracted you are. "I was thinkin' of turning it into a playroom for Sarah. Might mean havin' to put some stuff down in your office to store if that’s okay by you."

Your body tenses.

But that's where the baby will go.

"I was actually thinking we could turn it into an extra bedroom," you offer quickly. Joel glances up from his coffee, brows quirked.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"What do you want that done for?"

"To have a guest room," you lie. "When Jackson gets bigger he'll need somewhere to sleep, right? Not just a portable crib. And what if my mom comes to visit?"

"Suppose so, yeah." Joel takes a look around the room with a critical eye as if just seeing his kitchen for the first time. "Maybe we need more space."

You're not paying attention to that last murmured comment. All you can fixate on is the fact that in nine short months you're going to have a baby.

A baby. Pregnant.

A wave of nausea hits you again, but you manage to excuse yourself without raising any alarm.

///

It's not until that Saturday that things go pear shaped.

You rise with a yawn and a stretch, your hand absently stroking down your midsection. How strange to imagine it swollen with life, your son or daughter.

"Mornin' baby," Joel greets you from behind with a sleepy growl. The kind of sound that hits you below the navel.

You roll to face him, your cheeks flushed. He's so sexy in the morning with his tussled hair and sleepy eyes. Your love for him feels overwhelming at this point and you decide to just tell him flat out that he's going to be a father again. No bells, no whistles.

"Morning handsome," you reply, hand sliding between the two of you to grasp his forearm. "Joel I wanted to-"

Before anything else can be said, the door to your bedroom is flung open and a bleary eyed Sarah comes stumbling in.

She mumbles something about going to the park before clamoring into the bed, situating herself under the covers between you and Joel. She snuggles up to her father, calling over her shoulder to you.

"Mama can you give me back scratches?"

After ten minutes of good back scratches Joel suggests it’s time for pancakes and then a trip to the park. You and Sarah give an enthusiastic yes to this suggestion because you need some time to think of how to tell Joel. It seems a direct approach might not work with Sarah around.

Full of pancakes and wearing your favorite sundress (and Sarah her favorite purple sneakers) the three of you drive to a new park Joel suggests. It's in a nicer part of Austin with lots of greenery and expensive looking homes.

The park is bustling with families and you watch as the ever social Sarah waves to you and Joel before taking off for the swings. You both watch your daughter playing but your mind is a million miles away, stuck on two lines on a pregnancy test.

The shock has worn off now, leaving you with a thrumming excitement that terrifies as well as thrills you. This morning it had been all thrills, the thought of telling Joel and how he would react. But now hours later it’s been replaced with terror of all the things that could go wrong.

Your husband holds a cup of coffee in one hand, the other rubbing along your spine absently. You lean into his touch, your eyes on Sarah and your mind on the child slowly knitting itself together within your womb.

"This is a nice neighborhood," Joel observes, glancing around as you watch Sarah pump her legs on the swing. "Close to the schools."

"Mhmm," you answer not really listening.

What would you name the baby? Do you want a boy or girl?

Joel continues to drone on beside you.

"..could even walk with Sarah to school..."

What if Joel changed his mind? What if after all of this he doesn't want to be a dad again?

Sarah rushes off the swing and you absently observe as she clamors to the top of the slide.

What if Sarah hates the baby?

".... for cutting the grass and..."

What if you're a terrible mother? What if you're selfish like your dad?

"... different mailbox, but I don't...."

Fuck what if your baby grows up and hates you?

"...So what do you think of this place?" Joel asks, his hand tightening around your waist. The sensation brings your attention back to the present and after a delay his words catch up in your mind.

You glance over to see the house he's pointing at, a pale yellow suburban home with ornate windows and large front yard.

"S'nice," you observe. "You and Tommy doing renovations on it?"

"No," Joel says and you feel his deep intake of breath behind you. His large fingers tap along your hip. "I mean, what do you think of livin' there?"

Confusion suffuses you all over. You turn to face your husband, brows furrowed.

“Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I just got to thinking after we talked that maybe we need to think of moving somewhere bigger. More space and-"

Joel suddenly breaks off when he sees fat tears rolling down his wife's cheeks. He's immediately on guard, hands coming to cup her face.

"Baby what's wrong?"

"I don't wanna move!" You blubber, suddenly overcome. "I love our house."

Joel's heart softens at this remark. He'd always worried you'd thought of the house on Rancher Street as his. He bought it before you, raised Sarah there. Hearing you refer to it as home makes him pull you tight, pressing tender kisses to your forehead.

“Don’t you think we need a bigger place?” Joel asks, eyes wide with concern. “I thought that’s what you’d been hinting at.”

"We have enough space," you insist, wiping your damp cheeks with the back of your hand.

“But you’ve been goin’ on about converting that spare room upstairs and I thought maybe you’d wanna get a place we both chose,“ he reasons.

“No!” you insist, eyes welling with tears. “Joel we fell in love here, this is where you raised Sarah, and it’s where you proposed to me. I never want to leave Rancher Street. I fell in love with you in that house, Joel. You and Sarah. There are so many memories in that house. I want the baby to grow up in the same place as Sarah and I want-"

Joel's sharp intake of breath stops you from continuing. You watch as his eyes fill with tears.

"The baby?"

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Sarah watches her parents from the top of the slide as other children clamor around her. She sees them talking while facing one another with Mama looking at Daddy with a serious look. Sarah has never seen them fight before and she wonders if this is what's happening.

Sarah is further confused as Daddy looks down at Mama's tummy then back to her face. He keeps saying the same word over and over but Sarah can't make it out through the din of the noisy kids around her.

Sarah's anxiety is erased as Daddy starts to smile wider than Sarah's ever seen, his eyes disappearing into half moon crescents.

He grabs Mama in his arms and raises her off the ground. Sarah giggles when Mama gives a loud yelp of surprise, the two of them laughing before Mama wraps her arms around Daddy's neck and kisses him all the while with tears running down her cheeks.

Allergies, Sarah decides.

Daddy lowers Mama to the ground, their lips breaking apart so that their foreheads can touch gently. Their eyes are closed and Daddy is saying something to Mama and she's nodding.

Their eyes open and Daddy's hands are cupping Mama's cheeks. She's smiling up at him and Sarah thinks she sees a tear rolling down the curve of her Daddy's cheek but she can't be sure.

Sarah looks away when he kisses Mama again, feeling shy to see it even though it secretly delights her. When she glances back up Daddy and Mama are scanning the playground for her. Daddy finds her first (he always does) and he waves at her.

"Come down here babygirl," Daddy calls over to her. "Let's go for ice cream."

Sarah squeals excitedly, throwing herself down the slide and jogging over to her parents. Mama lifts her up into her arms for a tight embrace even though Sarah's getting too big for it. But she allows it because Mama's hugs are the best.

"I love you, bug."

"Love you Mama." Sarah glances over her shoulder at her father. "You too, Daddy."

Joel chuckles and presses a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. Mama lowers her to the ground and both she and Daddy take one of Sarah's hands, the three of them walking to the truck to drive to the ice cream shop they always visit in the summer.

You've just reached for the handle to the truck when Sarah suddenly stops and glances up at your face, a beam spreading across her features as if she's just come to a sudden realization. And even though she doesn’t ask and even though her parents won’t officially tell her for months to come, Sarah just knows she’s getting a sister.

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literaryuppsala · 1 year

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Hello ❤ got a request. Can you please write about reader that used to be married to rollo and one day he just fucks off without telling the reader. Years later he got informed that the reader had gotten pregnant and that it was his child. Rollo wants to go back to be with his "family" but to do that he has to go through a trail of sorts. He agrees to it without knowing what it is. The trail being, him chained to the bed and having to watch as the reader gets fucked by everybody of the ragnarson family. He is close enough where he can hear and see everything but he is not allowed to touch the reader. And at the end he found out that the reader has gotten remarried to ubbe/bjorn/maybe even ragnar??? And that his child doesn't even know him and he gets kicked out 🤤😌

You can choose to do either just the men of the family including ragnar cause I want to see rollo suffer or you can choose to have the mothers/ wives with them.if you want to, have the reader blind folded so she has to guess who it is ❤

Basically make rollos life hell 😂

What a ride... I guess I never wrote something like that, I am THRIVING, it's filthy, it's messy, has a lot of fluids, and dude it took me forever to finish, like always... Anyways, I hope you like it AND YOU WATCHED THE PROCESS SO BE NICE TO ME! Thank you for your ask babe, have fun you pervert.

Warnings: ALL OF THE WARNINGS POSSIBLE, it's complete filth, pure smut, but with a little plot, not a lot, just a little to give context.

Minors, stay the hell away from this one, I'm not joking.

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen.

You were very young when you first met Ragnar and his brother Rollo. Your eyes crossed paths with them on one of their first meetings with your father, Horik. They were handsome, strong warriors, such a sight when you first saw them, caught your attention very quickly. The meetings ended up with an alliance, Horik and Ragnar decided to raid together in England, returning to Norway filled with treasures and a promise of land.

A feast was prepared to celebrate, the treasures were shared between everyone but Rollo wanted something else, he wanted more. You didn’t mind at first when his eyes caught yours in the middle of the night, didn’t mind when he approached you and offered a cup of ale, you talked until everyone else was already passed out around you and you ended up in his bed that night.

You really thought he loved you, he proposed to your father who gladly accepted and you married him just a few months later that night. He moved you to Kattegat, bought you a house and introduced you to his family until It became yours. But things changed, he changed. One day you heard about a woman he had in his life, someone he loved but died years before, and you thought that was the reason, that he couldn’t love you completely because part of his heart died with her and you learned to live like that.

But Rollo was a different man, to be married to him wasn’t easy, he was demanding, ambitious, always thought he should be doing greater things, that he should be bigger. After years of marriage he became very distant and despite having his way with you every night, you were never able to conceive, you thought to yourself that something was wrong with you, that the gods made you that way and that was another reason for your husband to treat you like that.

“I went to see the healer.” You told him one night. “She gave me a few herbs that can help.”

“The gods cursed me.” He mumbled. “An empty woman who can not give me any child.”

Ragnar was the one to always cheer you up, saying that you weren’t the problem, but his brother. He wouldn’t make a good father, he’d say, the gods won’t give him a child to raise. You never told Rollo about these conversations, he hated his brother and the fact that after Horik’s death, he became the king, something he thought belonged to himself.

“Your brother was looking for you.” You warned him as you put his plate in front of him at the table.

“He came here?” He asked without looking at you.

“Yes, he said It was important.” You continued. “I think it is about going back to Frankia.” You sat in front of him. “You should take me this time.”

“No.” He answered simply.

“Why not?”

“It’s dangerous, and you have no business in Frankia.”

“I’m a shieldmaiden Rollo, I wasn't made to sit back at home and take care of your children.”

“What children? You haven’t given me any.”

They left to Frankia the next morning, Rollo left without saying a single word to you and something in your heart broke that day. Months later they came back, you were at the pier waiting, your baby bump showing and a big smile on your face, a few days after their departure you found out you were with child, and you couldn’t wait to tell Rollo about It. But as the ship docked, your smile died on your face.

“Where is he?” You asked when Ragnar stood in front of you, his hand immediately touching your belly. He didn’t answer, but you knew, he stayed there.

Later you learned Ragnar was betrayed by Rollo and defeated by Frankia’s army and the last news he had before leaving was about his marriage with a princess. Rollo had abandoned you without a second thought.

Years later, you grew accustomed to a new life, your son was already five years old and growing stronger each day. Ragnar took care of you, accepting you in his house, he protected you and your child, who he named after one of his good friends, Leif, and he loved your boy, after his own boys grew into strong men, to have yours running around gave him life and so did you.

You weren’t blind to Ragnar’s affection towards you, after Aslaug’s death he didn’t have anyone in his life except for you and despite being a sight for sore eyes, you weren’t interested on the men in Kattegat, but both of you never tried anything, maybe you felt wrong about that even though Rollo was gone for so long. However, he wasn’t the only one, Bjorn and Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar, and even Sigurd, all had soft spots for you, but you brushed it off and ignored it as something simple as a crush.

One night, without a warning, a ship docked at the pier. People let Ragnar know about it, and he went there with both Bjorn and Ubbe, just to find a ship from Frankia, from where Rollo jumped. He frowned, confused by his brother’s presence, Rollo looked into his eyes and swallowed hard.

With a grunt Ragnar turned around, silently nodding for his sons to grab Rollo by his arms and drag him to the great hall. As soon as they got there, Ragnar took his place in his throne and Rollo was thrown on his knees, at his feet. You heard the noise from your bedroom in the back and walked towards It, standing in shock when you finally saw the man. Rollo seemed old, his once dark brown hair was filled with gray strands, so was his beard, he widened his eyes as soon as they met yours.

“Mama!” You heard Leif’s voice and heard his footsteps running towards you, looking for you. He hugged your legs as soon as he found you. You grabbed him in your arms, Rollo’s eyes focused on the boy and a tiny smile showed up on his face, but that was quickly wiped by a punch, thrown by Bjorn.

“Don’t look at him.” He grunted angrily.

It didn’t take long for Ivar and Hvitserk to join you in the great hall, none of them seemed happy to see the man in front of them, neither were you.

“What are you doing here?” Ragnar rasped.

“I want to come back…” He mumbled.

“Seems funny… After all these years…”

“I have every right to be here, to be with my family.”

“The family you abandoned…”

“I’m here now.”

“You say this like you’re some sort of treasure we should be proud to gain. Tell me, Rollo, what happened in Frankia to make you want to come back?”

“I heard about my son, I want to know him.”

You hugged your son, like you could protect him from Rollo’s prying eyes.

“He’s not yours.” You growled. “He’s mine, only mine. Didn’t your princess give you any sons?”

“Brother…” Rollo looked at Ragnar.

“Don’t talk to him, talk to me, I’m the wife you abandoned!” You insisted but lowered his head again. “This is unbelievable…”

“I want to prove myself.” He answered. “To you…” He looked at Ragnar then moved to you. “And to you.” He sighed. “To the gods… I deserve that!”

It took a few minutes of silence between all of you, Rollo looking around searching for any sign of kindness, but you weren’t one to pity that man, not after everything he put you through.

“Take Leif to the back.” Ragnar told you. “And come back here.”

You didn’t understand at first, but nodded and took your son to your bedroom, asking one of the servants to stay there with him.

“Don’t leave until I come back.” You told her under your breath, locking her inside.

When you came back you found Rollo tied up to a chair in the middle of the great hall, Ragnar was standing in front of him while his sons waited behind him. He looked over his shoulders and offered his hand to you, you frowned but took it, walking until you were standing by his side.

Ragnar grabbed you by your waist, startling you who quickly wrapped your arms around his neck for support when he took you in his arms, bride style, taking you to the nearest table, he sat you there, taking his place between your legs.

“Do you trust me?” He asked under his breath, only for you to hear.

“I do.” You whispered shyly and he smiled.

Ragnar took a cloth from his pocket and covered your eyes, your breath caught on your throat and you sighed heavily. You felt his hand feather touching your face before moving away from your body and you immediately felt the absence of his warmth. The next thing you felt was a pair of hands on your thighs and a warm breath against your cheeks, before you noticed, someone kissed you.

The kiss was feverish, filled with a hunger you never experienced before, you’ve never been kissed like that. Teeth and tongue, saliva gathering on the corners of your mouth, a pair of hands meeting the base of your spine pulling you closer to the edge of the table, his thighs between yours keeping your legs open. He stopped the kiss to murmur against your lips.

“Waited so long to do this.”

You recognized Ragnar’s voice before he kissed you again, your mind spinning when your hands met his hips, unconsciously pulling him into you. His hands roamed down your shoulders taking down the sleeves of your dress. You felt a little self conscious and your body tensed, Ragnar distracted you by taking his kisses down your neck and collarbones, making you shiver. A “what’s this…” growled by Rollo sounded in the back of your mind and something twisted inside you, you felt excited.

Ragnar kept kissing down your chest, taking down your dress until your breasts were exposed, your breath hitched and your nipples hardened on the cold of the great hall. His mouth latched at your nipple, sucking on the little nub, your hands met the back of his head and you pressed his face against your chest, wanting more of that sensation. He did the same to the other nipple, using his hand to knead at the free breast.

Between your legs, Ragnar found the skirts of your dress, raising everything up your waist “Open your legs for me.” He asked against your lips and you obeyed, suddenly he moved away from you and stood by your side, your pussy now in full display for Rollo’s widened eyes.

“What are you doing?” Rollo asked with gritted teeth.

“What do you think?” Ragnar asked back, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and making you whine. “I’m gonna fuck your wife.”

With that being said, Ragnar kneeled in front of you, hands rubbing on your calves before putting them on his shoulders. His lips brushed against the side of your inner thighs, his beard scratching the soft skin as he peppered kisses all around until he shoved his face into your bare pussy, licking from your hole to your clit. Your back arched and you gasped, putting your arms behind your back, on the table, for some support, throwing your head back.

Ragnar was something else while he was eating you out, with a little crowd watching, he wanted to give them a show. With his face buried into your cunt, he was nosing onto your clit while teasing your hole with the tip of his tongue, then he worked through your folds, long and slow licks like he was savoring you, drinking from you. You suppressed a moan, still self conscious of the others presence surrounding you, earning yourself a low grunt that sent vibrations through your core and a harsh slap on your thighs.

Rollo’s eyes were glued to your body, he was growling under his breath, trying to get rid of the straps binding him to that chair. Ragnar moaned right into your pussy, he moved his tongue quickly and you started to grind your hips on his face, gripping his hair and pulling it slightly. His beard was scratching against the soft skin of your pussy, you could feel it rubbing against you painfully while he started sucking on your clit.

Your moans became louder, your hips moved on its own accord, your body was working on automatic, the knot on lower belly forming and tightening. Suddenly, two of his fingers were knuckles deep into your warmth, thrusting up inside you and you gasped: ‘Ragnar’ knowing damn well Rollo was listening to you. Ragnar could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, so he increased his pace, dragging more mewls from your mouth until the knot finally snapped and you groaned loudly.

Ragnar stood up, turning on his side to stare at a nervous Rollo, his face glistening with your slick, he sucked his fingers clean off your juices and cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. Moving away from between your legs, he held your chin, your fucked out face on full display for his brother’s sight.

“Open your legs.” He ordered again, and you obeyed, showing off your puffy cunt. “Did you miss this, brother? Did your princess have a better one?”

Once again he was between your legs, shimming out of his slacks and pulling his cock out. His hands quickly held the back of your thighs and pulled you further to the edge of the table, his tip featherly touching your hole making you whine.

“See, Rollo…” He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing it against your pussy and coating himself in your juices. “I don’t think you could ever have anything better.” He pushed himself in and both of you moaned in unison, fresh slick leaking out of you to coat his length.

Ragnar threw his head back, closing his eyes as he felt your warm walls engulfing him, sinking into you slowly until he’s fully sheathed. He pulled back completely just to slam inside you again, he did that slowly a few times, like he was savoring every inch of you, until he was thrusting up inside you and he didn’t hold back. Holding your hips with one of his hands, the other met the space between your breasts, pushing you back until you laid down on the table. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

“Gods…” You moaned, holding onto the table like your life depended on it.

With your eyes covered, you felt everything more intensely, Ragnar’s body on you, picking up the pace until he was pounding hard into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs with every thrust. You clenched down on him and he gasped, hand squeezing your hip hard while the other kneaded on your breasts that bounced with every movement of your body.

When he felt your thighs starting to tremble, he brought his hand to your aching pussy and found your clit, making quick work of your bundle of nerves with the tip of his fingers. You moaned again, loudly, feeling your orgasm approaching you, the knot on your lower belly starting to form.

“Let go for me.” He begged under his breath.

With a particular hard thrust the knot snapped, triggering Ragnar’s own release as he pushed himself to a hilt, his body tensing as both of you panted heavily. He leaned forward for a moment spreading kisses all over your stomach before moving away from between your legs, putting his trousers back and holding one of your knees to keep you wide open, his cum dripping from your pussy, onto the table and on the floor.

“That was...” Ragnar mumbled, three little slaps on your knee had you sitting up straight.

“Can I-Can I go now?” You heard as Rollo begged.

“What? No…” You felt when Ragnar moved away and heard some shifting around you, the thrilling feeling of not knowing what to expect had your pussy throbbing with need in a way It never did before. “We’re only getting started.”

You gulped, scared about what he meant, but excited at the same time. Next thing you knew, the space between your legs was occupied again, a bulky, slightly familiar body stood there like it belonged there, you shifted on your place, not able to close your legs and feeling again self conscious of your own nudity.

“Ragnar…” You mumbled under your breath, a pair of hands touched the sides of your face before you were kissed.

Even though you felt familiarity within the act, that wasn’t Ragnar, that kiss was different, passionate, but still unsure, It felt like he was claiming a new territory. His beard scratched the soft skin on your face, his teeth nipped at your lower lip, you couldn’t help but open up to let him in, you held his face and kissed him back.

“Can I do this?” He mumbled against your lips and you recognized Bjorn’s voice. You gasped, surprised.

“Bjorn…” You whispered, your hands started to shake.

“I’ll be gentle.” He assured you, one of his hands touching the side of your face. “I promise.”

You felt your heart sinking to your stomach, like it was beating there, the blood in your veins ran fast and your body quivered, your mind was spinning, when his hands found the swell of your pussy you whined in his mouth, turning your head to the side giving him room to work on your neck. Bjorn sucked and nipped your skin like an artist painting his masterpiece, taking his sweet time while his fingers worked through your cum wet folds.

He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that another man just fucked you minutes ago, by the feeling of it, he seemed turned on. Two of his fingers entered you when his mouth found your perky nipple and you moaned, arching your back offering him more of your chest. You were overstimulated from your previous orgasm and the sensations Bjorn was bringing to you, your peak wouldn’t take long so you clenched around his fingers and worked your hips in sync with his movements. With his thumb he started to nurse on your clit, rubbing the small bead in tight circles until you came on his fingers, a loud, long moan filling the great hall.

Bjorn wasted no time after this, you felt him standing up and shimming out of his trousers, sinking into you in one swift motion. You gasped, not used to the way he stretched you out, and threw your head back, making room for him to kiss on your neck. He sheathed inside you, not pulling out immediately, just grinding against your hips first, his hip bone teasing your clit.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and arched your back, leaning back over your hands. He used both of his hands to grab your breasts then leaned forward to catch one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking on the perky buds. It was messy. Wet with your own arousal and Ragnar’s cum, you could feel it dripping from your core.

Slowly, Bjorn pulled out completely, just to thrust back in. He did this a few times, dragging soft mewls from your mouth. With his hand between your breasts he made you lay down on the table once more, picking up his pace. You held onto the table while he started to rut against you with full force, your body jolting back and forth. His mouth was skillful on your nipple, going from one to the other and still using his hands.

“You feel so good…” He mumbled, one of his hands leaving your breasts and quickly finding your clit.

You moaned loudly. With two of his fingers he pinched your clit, then dragged his finger around in tiny circles. The pressure on your belly started to build and you squeezed your eyes shut, even though you weren’t actually with them open to start with. Your mind could only focus on his movements, you clenched around his cock and he growled, speeding up his fingers and his thrusts. Bjorn was fucking the air out of your lungs as he fucked you like his life was on the line, his cock throbbed inside you, the sound of skin slapping against skin was filling the great hall and was so loud.

“Enough.”

Somewhere, on the back of your mind, you heard Rollo’s beg, but as your climax approached you could only think of this. Bjorn’s thrusts started to falter, he became sloppier as he chased his own release and you were right behind him, feeling the pressure on your body finally explode. You came around his cock, clenching down on him with a wanton moan. He came right after you, feeling you to the brim with his seed, grunting raspily.

He wobbled away from you and you whined at the sudden emptiness. He leaned against the table trying to catch his own breath, eyes still on your fucked out body on the table. Unconsciously, your hands went to the cloth on your eyes, almost getting out of the way but a cold hand on yours stopped you. You whined impatiently but before you had the chance to complain, the same hand grabbed a handful of your hips, dragging you out of the table until you stood on the ground.

There was this silence, the only thing in your mind being the amount of pleasure going through your veins, you could feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, your breathing uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly while you tried to ease your body. Your hands traveled to the body in front of you, holding his shoulders while he kept his firm on your hips.

You had no idea who he was, you felt his body against yours, the familiar scent you were used to feeling but couldn’t recognize him. His hips met yours and you felt his hard cock against your core, making you moan. Taking your face with both of his hands he kissed you. His kiss was calm, soft even, nothing like the sexual spiral you just got out of. His hands explored the sides of your body with care, like you would vanish from his sight at any moment.

The mess between your legs made you painfully aware of what just happened, either way his fingers found their way to your core, his tips exploring your folds, he coated his fingers in the your slick, the mixed cum inside your pussy, then he pushed his middle one all the way in, til he was knuckle deep inside you. You sobbed and threw your head back when he started to kiss down your jaw so you could give him more space.

His kisses met your neck, he circled your clit and that made you jerk in response. Suddenly his fingers were inside your mouth and you whined at the taste on your tongue. You started sucking on his fingers, obscenely licking through it and he groaned when under his breath, you licked him clean.

He stretched you out with his fingers, pumping in and out of you as he kissed down your chest, your body arching, right thigh rising up his waist opening up a little more for him. He curled his fingers up finding your sweet spot and making you see stars behind your eyelids. You started to grind down on his fingers while the sound of your moans resonated around the great hall. He licked down your collarbones and your legs started to shake, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

You felt like your body was on fire, shaking violently until the knot snapped and your orgasm hit you like a punch. You clenched hard on his fingers, body falling limp on the table, but before you had the chance to ride your own high, your body was pushed and turned around, your back hitting his chest, you could feel his hard cock on your behind, listening while he struggled with his trousers, pulling down his legs til the middle of his thighs, just enough to free his cock from its confines. He teased you with the tip between your ass cheeks and you teased back, grinding on his hips, silently begging for him to just slide in.

He lined his cock to your wet folds, enticing another moan from you and then he pushed in, his tip stretching your walls. You gasped, fingers holding the table for support while you felt him sliding only a few more inches in. His hand rubbed up your back until he grabbed the nape of your neck, you grunted feeling him leaning your body forward, your breasts pressed against the head of the table while he started to thrust up into you.

He was fully inside you when he used his free hand to pinch on your clit, making your body jolt, your walls fluttered around him, a choked whine slipped through your lips as he went deeper. He picked up his pace quickly, hands now on your shoulders tugging your body back to meet his thrusts, your body trembling when you felt the pleasure building up once again, extremely sensitive from everything that already happened to you. You both moaned loudly, he was lost on you just like you were on him, every thrust was powerful and deep, stroking every nerve ending inside your pussy. His hips slapped against yours, the table shaking with his movements.

“Gods…” You cried out, feeling the pressure on your lower belly.

He cursed under his breath, feeling your walls clenching hard around his length, his own climax coming through while you felt the first impact of your orgasm. Your entire body froze as he fucked you through the haze, coming inside you a few seconds later.

“That’s your idea of punishment?” Rollo growled, his voice far away like It was in another room, your mind still dizzy with pleasure. “Are you punishing me or her?”

“Her?” Ragnar scoffed. “I’m not punishing her, brother. Watch It… She likes it. She wanted It.”

You felt a pair of hands wrapping around your waist and your body was gently sat on the table again, the mess between your legs just growing by the minute, staining the soft skin of your thighs and leaving you slightly bothered. A kiss on your forehead had you trembling even more, so you raised your hand trying to hold his.

“Who…?” You couldn’t finish the phrase, but your hand was softly removed and you were left alone.

“It’s done, I’m done!” Rollo tried one more time.

You heard Rollo’s begs one more time, his voice was shaky and you imagined his face. If you remembered correctly at this point he would be all red and sweaty and your tummy twisted with excitement, you shouldn’t like this as much as you were.

“Well… We’re not.” Ragnar answered carefully.

For a moment nothing happened, you sat there with your body trembling. The line between pleasure and pain was thin and your body had started to complain about It. Suddenly you felt someone taking the place between your legs one more time but despite being so tired, your mind seemed to have other plans, your skin prickled at the warmth engulfing you, another familiar scent wrapping your whole body.

He didn’t waste any time, he kissed you… Kissed you like he craved you, feverishly. His lips moved in sync against yours while his hands roamed through your sweaty body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugged him with your legs feeling his hard cock against your abused cunt. You were too sensitive, your body was hot all over, and even though It was telling you It couldn’t take it any longer, your fucked out brain wanted more.

You grinded against his hips and started to fumble with his trousers until you freed his cock from its confines. You grabbed at his length and he moaned in your mouth, waiting for you to align the head of his cock against the pulsing entrance of your pussy and you cried out at the new intrusion, feeling incredibly sore.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, you started to grind against his hips again, urging him to fuck you. With both of his hands on your hips, he set an excruciatingly slow rhythm, distracting you with his mouth on your neck, he started to paint your skin in dark bruises. You cried again, threw your head back while letting your hands on his shoulders, digging your nails into his shoulders to anchor yourself, like his body was the only thing keeping you grounded, keeping you from floating away.

With one of his hands, he started to play with your clit, massaging the sensitive nub between his fingers, dragging more mewls from your lips, making you writhe against his strong grip. His cock was unrelenting, picking up his pace as he started to fuck you hard and deep, your sensitivity only amplifying the waves of pleasure that crossed your veins. Your pussy fluttered around his length and he knew you were close, hips bucking to meet his thrusts, the spongy head of his cock was pressing directly against your g-spot and you moaned loudly.

You felt his hand snaking up your chest until it found your neck and he pressed for a moment, your breath hitched, caught up in your throat and you clenched down on him. You got lightheaded and his thrusts became sloppier, you could feel he got lost in yourself very quickly and arousal twisted in your stomach, you felt flattered.

He gave a chucked off groan and for a moment you imagined who it could be, which one of them was fucking you this time, the great hall was filled with his grunts and the wet squelch of your pussy.

“Faster… Please…” You managed to mumble.

Your pussy was clenching desperately around his cock and he was throbbing inside you, he was close too, you could feel it. He fucked you hard and faster until he sheated tightly into your pussy holding you in place as he came, triggering your own orgasm. You came so hard your mind went blank, your body spasmed and you went limp in his arms. He held you strongly so you wouldn’t fall, your head on his shoulders as you breathed heavily. He rubbed your back for a minute before he pulled out and after making you sure you were firm, sitting on the table, he left.

“I-I… Ragnar…” You raised your hand blindly and seconds later you felt his fingers intertwined with yours.

“You’re doing great for me, my love.” He whispered, lips on your sweaty forehead. “Can you give me one more?”

“I don’t know…” You breathed.

“I know you can, you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He kissed your lips. “Give me one more so we can take care of you.”

We. You noticed the weird choice of word and felt him when he kissed your knuckles. We. What did he mean by that? Your thoughts were cloudy when his warmth surrounded you again, he picked you up in his arms and you immediately wrapped yours around his neck, laying down your face on his shoulders, letting him carry you wherever.

Ragnar sat you down on someone’s lap, when you felt a pair of shaky legs right under your body and nervous hands wrapping around your waist. He turned you around, made you put one of your knees on each side of that body and just like that he left. There was a nervous silence between you two, but you were close enough to feel his shaky breath against your cheeks.

Suddenly, he used one of his hands to take off your blind fold, you blinked your tears away, trying to get used to the new brightness. You focused on the image in front of you and met Ivar’s widened eyes staring back at you. Ivar was nervous, but you could sense his arousal in the way that he watched you, intently following down your body, from your face to your collar bones and your chest, your soft belly and your exposed core, he gulped.

You stayed like that for a moment, only looking at each other like you were trying to read each other’s minds, you almost forgot about the little crowd watching you two but as his eyes wandered over your shoulders you were reminded.

“C-Can I kiss you?” He stuttered and you nodded dumbfounded. His lips touched yours slightly, shaky and cold, you didn’t kiss him back at first, then he pulled back, looking at you with a frown and a little pout. “You don’t want to…”

“No!” You were quick to respond. “I want to. I really want to, Ivar.” You reassured him and his expression softened.

You cradled his face between your hands and kissed him, this time deeply, your tongue teasing his as you felt his hands pressing on waist, pressing your body down. When you pulled away, he was gone, glossy eyes staring back at you as he choked out a whimper, following your face with his eyes still closed, reaching for your lips.

He sighed and opened his eyes, he frowned again, so impatient. You touched his lips with your thumb, fluffy and wet from your last kiss and he licked the tip, you shuddered. Being that close he seemed so young to you, kinda lost in his own feelings and sensations, so different from the Ivar you knew, he always seemed so sure of himself.

Ivar opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but as you rolled your hips down his lap he gasped, that seemed to erase every trace of thought in his head, he just closed his eyes and whimpered, throwing his head back. You used the chance to latch onto his neck, groaning quietly against his skin. Gods, you were soaked. It was definitely not like you hadn’t been fucked into oblivion by four men already, you were ready to get lost one more time. You licked his skin, sucked and nipped, leaving behind tiny red marks, basking in the sounds he was making.

“Can I?” You asked him and he nodded, that was the only permission you needed to come back to his neck, to start rolling your hips over again.

The rumors about the young man not being able to satisfy a woman were the biggest lie, you thought to yourself. You could feel him getting hard under your body and the thought of having him inside you was driving you mad.

“I’m so wet for you, Ivar.” You murmured against his ear, only for him to hear you and he whimpered again, thrusting up his hips a bit.

“For me?” He whispered breathlessly and you nodded, tracing his lips with your thumb again before kissing him feverishly.

“Yes.” You grabbed his hand and put it between your bodies, his fingers met with your core, rubbing the mess of fluids on your pussy. “Will you help me?”

He nodded, dumbfounded. You used your hand between your bodies to grab his cock and started jerking slowly, his lips parted as he gasped for air. The fact that these small touches were bringing so much pleasure to him was even more exciting to you. Your faces are so close you can feel his breath against your cheeks, your lips almost touch and his fingers trembled between your legs, nervously moving between your folds.

Abruptly, you intensified your movements, he choked out a groan and closed his eyes, precum was leaking from his tip, making it easier for you to slide your hand up and down his cock, that pulsed and twitched in your hand. Quickly you moved it away, standing up a bit to line up his cock with your entrance, he looked at you like you were some sort of goddess, silently worshiping you, shaky hands wrapping around your waist as you sat down his length.

“Gods… Please…” He groaned when he felt your warm walls engulfing him.

You placed your hand on his shoulders as you fucked yourself over his cock, slowly moving your hips up and down. You brought his hand back down your body and started to use his fingers to massage your clit.

“Like this?” He asked in awe.

“Yes…” You answered under your breath.

Quickly you started to bounce on his cock, riding him like your life depended on it. The great hall was filled with Ivar’s small grunts and your breathy moans. You squeeze at his shoulders and threw your had back, he kept his fingers in your clit, drawing hard circles on your little nub just like you taught him and you could feel him twitching inside you, you knew he was close and so were you.

You moaned with every thrust, you hunched over and kissed him, his arms wrapped around your waist and he pushed you down on his cock. You felt his release and he moaned loudly against your mouth. Your own high coming down hard on you as you clenched on him, cumming for what felt like the thousandth time that night.

You laid down on his shoulder for a moment, trying to ease your breathing as you came down from your orgasm. He hugged you tightly, thumb drawing small circles on your back and you could fall asleep right there, you closed your eyes and your consciousness almost abandoned you for a moment, that’s when you felt someone taking you up from Ivar’s lap and you whined, feeling empty and sore.

“I’ll take care of you.” Ragnar mumbled in your ear. “Take him out, we don’t want him here.”

You imagined he was referring to Rollo who was finally silent, or maybe you just stopped listening to your surroundings. In Ragnar's arms you did fall asleep, waking up again only when you felt a warm cloth between your legs, you quickly moved away from the touch but was stopped by a pair of hands on your legs.

“I’m just cleaning you up.” Ragnar told you and you opened your eyes, finding him sitting by your side, you looked around and recognized his bedroom, the furs were soft against your skin and you were extremely tired.

“Was I good?” You asked under your breath, reaching out for his hand, which he really took, taking it to his lips, spreading kisses all over it.

“So good...” He said it against your skin and you smiled tiredly.

After cleaning you up he snuggled by your side, covering your bodies with fur and putting your head on his chest, rubbing your hair as you slowly fell back to sleep.

“Our best girl.” Was the last thing you heard before drifting into slumber.

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oncomingnight · 10 months

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Yandere! Theoretical Physicist

Hello everyone, I hope you've been having an amazing day and night as you deserve. Last night, I watched Oppenheimer and it's my favorite movie of the whole year. It's the type of movie you just have to see in the cinema when you have the chance, the cast is absolutely phenomenal and the soundtrack is beyond incredible, as expected from Christopher Nolan. Now, time to talk writing! I decided to make this very specific original character, I don't think this post will get a ton of recognition but i just wanted to experiment a bit. I hope you all enjoy and never hesitate to send me a request or talk to me in my ask box. I'm here for you all :)!

Every child is naturally curious, constantly grasping at everything and questioning subjects adults have long learned about. But Hans was a particularly curious little boy, asking extremely specific and quizzing questions, stunning his parents that couldn't even muster up a joking answer. This behavior perfectly explained the educational and career path he chose later on in life.

Your husband was a highly renowned man, but that never changed his outlook on life. He was still the charming and disgustingly romantic man that hid a surprise bouquet of roses behind his back each time the two of you had a date night.

Hans isn't ignorant towards his obsessive behavior, he's known for obsessing over his theories so being overly attached to you isn't something he's particularly concerned about. You're his wife...who isn't obsessed with their wife?

Well, other women and men have no effect on him romantically or egotistically, so, sometimes when other people brag about their spouses he's just sitting there like:

"Mhm. Well, yesterday my wife-"

His friends will invite him out for drinks and will try to get him to stay till midnight and he will immediately reject. "Yeah, no, I've gotta get home to the wife."

There's nothing he loves more than eating dinner with you in his office. The atmosphere is messy, ink-stained paper, pens misplaced, discontinued files, but you make it seem like the most peaceful room in the world with your presence. As much as he enjoys his job, it's nice to get away from thinking about such grand things and relaxing with the loveliest woman to ever live.

You.

As he's giving speeches in governmental spaces, he looks for your eyes to find a piece of solace. At times his thoughts can get a bit scattered when he's in front of large crowds, so, your companionship is everything he'll ever need to keep him in check.

There's a running rumor that all theoretical physicists eventually snap and go crazy. For him, this isn't necessarily true..?

I'm a liar.

Well, he has done questionable things to many people that he has and still considers threats. He's put them through extricating "experiments" in the basement at the bottom of your shared victorian home. Experiments aren't necessarily his forte but he'll take any excuse to teach those people a life long lesson.

One night, the two of you were at a birthday party in the home of another highly renowned scientist, a friend of his. Hans decided to leave your side for not even a full minute to go and grab a plate of food for you. He rarely leaves your side but when he just so happens to do so, a random nobody trying to make a name of themselves walks over and attempts to sweep you off your feet.

Oblivious to their flirting, you participate in the conversation with friendly, simple and curt dialogue. What you don't notice is Hans staring at the two of you from the kitchen that is on the other side of the room. He was absolutely furious. On the rare occurrence he leaves you alone, someone comes and takes advantage of the situation for their filthy desires.

He walks on over with a tray filled with tea cakes, tiramisu cubes, mini crepe cakes and cheesecake bars. He wraps his free hand around your waist, squeezes and sternly asks:

"And you are?" The way Hans purposefully makes himself look more intimidating than he already is results in the third party to feel like an immediate outsider, causing them to blurt their name then scurry away.

You harmlessly tease him about being a bit jealous which ignites his dimple ridden smile before he smoothly remarks:

"Please tell me, Bärchen, would that be so terrible? You can't blame a man for fighting to keep a woman like you."

He'd be so entranced as he watched you get ready for any occasion. Putting on moisturizing cream? He's sitting with his face in his palm and observing. Slipping a dress on? He's watching with a teasing smile before offering to help.

He'll see you getting ready, slowly walk up to you as he gently runs his veiny hands up and down your arms before leaning his head onto your shoulder and whispering:

"You look so beautiful, but I'm sure you know that already, hm? Let me help you." "You know how that ends, Hans. We can't run late this time, what about your speech?" "They can wait for me. Let a man show his adoration, m'kay?"

Even when the two of you live together, he finds a way to hide gifts around the house so he can surprise you with them at the right time. There doesn't even have to be a special occasion for him to show up with an edible arrangement, a beautifully boxed gift and a bouquet of yellow roses.

He had to work long and hard to get to the place he's in today, to get the recognition he deserved. He uses his money in an incredibly smart manner. Purchasing new decor for the house and...you might not guess it....booking trips and spoiling you with presents and trinkets.

He never really flaunts the amount of money he has in public, but, your wedding costed an immense amount and he was unapologetic about it. Hans knew you deserved the royal-like marriage celebration you'd always dreamed of, and he was eager to deliver.

This post was inspired by a German actor that I have an IMMENSE crush on. His name is Matthias Schweighöfer (the blondie)

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ttoddii · 4 months

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on my mind, in my heart

pairing(s): teacher! bada x student! f! reader

cw: fluff, written in bada's pov, a bit of cussing if you squint, bad grammar, lowercase intended.

summary: bada have a certain student on her mind that she can't seem to get rid of.

a/n: i hope you enjoy this. i get a big inspiration for this from the song used to me by luke chiang, it's a great song so i hope you guys could also check it out. also, i am very sorry if this is all over the place.

🌊: hey, don't stay up too late, i'll meet you up tomorrow at the class alright? at 8? take a good rest.

: alright! good night, bada.

i turn off my phone after texting one of my student. my eyes stare at the ceiling and my mind wandering off to a certain girl.

it's an understatement to say that i had been thinking about her, it's not just 'had been', it's rather like she's always on my mind, making her way running around my head, here and there, at every corner of my mind, she's there, smiling warmly at me. and god, her smile is the sweetest i had ever seen.

it was... a weird feeling.

no, not in a bad way. it was actually very comforting. she's my student, a very excellent student indeed, she would arrive earlier than anyone else, leave later than anyone could. and her dancing skill is exceptionally remarkable.

the way she would smile while dancing, the way her brow furrows when it's a hard move, the way she would bite her lip. it's just normal moves that everyone can do, and yet, i fall for that.

i hate to admit it. i really do. but i don't think of her as just a student.

at some point in my mind, i desperately want to tell her that i like her, not in a 'favorite student' kind of way of course. i want to tell her how much i want to take care of her, how i would let her be the only exception in my life, and fuck i'm busy as hell, but if she ask me to do something, i would gladly do it for her.

it's a fact that i would not mind if she take up my time.

to be totally honest, i even want her to be more reliable on me.

i want to be the one who she would think of when she need help, want to be the one who drive her back and forth while i let her choose the music to play in the car.

i want to be the first one she would think of whenever she has an inconvenient, even if it's just a small one.

i want to take up all the space in her mind.

i want to be able to take her out on cute dates, maybe a cute potery workshop where i could stand behind and guide her to make our own cups. or maybe it's just a cozy date at my house where she would cook the most amazing meal and i will hug her from behind, my face would be burry in the crook of her neck as i breath in her cologne.

i don't think i'm sane when i think of my student in that kind of way. but god, i can't stop my heart from skipping a beat whenever i'm with her, no less having physical contact to guide her in class. it got my heart beating all crazy and my mind go fuzzy.

being around her give me warmth.

i groan, my hands go up to rub my eyes. thinking about her make me feel like i'm a loser for bottling up my feelings.

and it's not a good thing too...

the way... i feel that my bottled up feelings just keep on shaking and stirring every time i see her...

it might explode one day....

and with that final thought. i go to sleep, my mind relax as i dream a nice dream, maybe a dream where it has her, because i'm sure i was smiling all the time when i sleep.

when i arrive at the dance studio, once again, there she stand, stretching, her face focusing at herself in the mirror.

"you know, you don't have to always be early. your teacher also get late sometimes too", i said, grabbing her attention away as she turn her head to look at me.

and she smile. the smile that can make my heart flutter.

"bada! you're early today too!", she exclaim, her voice ringing through my ears as i can't help but smile and nod at her. she's indeed a gift to me.

"indeed... also, can i talk to you about something? i need to tell you this, it's important to me." i said, remembering what i think about yesterday.

it's not like i can't keep the feelings to myself, but i really start to feel it kicking in my nerves. i can't live with myself knowing that i might potentially regret not doing something. so since it is a nice opportunity where there is just the two of us. i feel like i should just stir my bottle of emotion a bit more and let it explode in my heart.

i rather take a chance in which it could make me sad, knowing that i might still have a good chance of winning the bet.

"i had been keeping this bottled up for a while", i said, my figure slowly walking closer to her as her smile remain, she look confused, but of course the smile on her face make me feel like everything is okay right now.

i take on of her hand as i hold it tightly in mine, trying to make her feel as comfortable and secure as possible.

she tilt her head, clearly confuse at my words, but she nod lightly to signal for me to continue.

"it had been a while since someone made me feel this way,

i want to be the one you would call when you suddenly wake up at night,

i want to be the one you think of whenever you have an inconvenient,

i want to take you out on dates and show you the best version of me whenever i'm with you,

i want to take care of you.

so let's not complicate this, and i would go straight to the point.

you had been on my mind and in my heart.

will you be my girlfriend?"

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n #bada lee fluff #bada x reader #lee bada #swf2 x reader #⟢ tod's chaos

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siredtosturniolos · 16 days

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First of all I’m sorry if this is the wrong place to send requests in. I’m new to tumblr so I have no clue how to use this platform 😭anyways I have a request I’m begging on hands and knees for a chris fic where reader is 18 and he’s 23. reader is a influencer (u can make up where they met) ENEMIES TO LOVERS KINDA and SMUTTTTTTT with praising (lots of praising and pet names) u can make up the whole story it should just be based off these things thank uuuu

Enemies

Paring: Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: You had socially climbed the ladder to fame and gotten your very own spot on the Vidcon lineup. Freshly 18 meant you were fully able to go on your own, and meet some of your favorite content creators yourself. And Chris. You didn’t particularly like him, as he had been rude to you ever since you met him. You confront him and things turn a different direction than you thought.

Warnings: Smut! Praising, pet names, enemies to lovers(kinda? Maybe this means part 2?). Read at your own risk and mdni! (First pov)

Authors note: thank you for requesting this! I hope you like it. <3

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Walking the halls of VidCon the day before the event took place really helped me ground myself. I couldn’t believe I was here, let alone someone thousands of fans wanted to meet. I started a YouTube channel in October of 2021, and it’s only gone up from there. Posting various forms of content such as vlogs, get ready with me, makeup tutorials, and even a couple cooking videos.

I just hit 5 million subscribers, so on top of doing VidCon I was also hosting my own meet and greet the day after. I was hoping to make some connections and see if anyone would want to come celebrate this milestone with me.

Even though I have been successful for a while now, I had just moved to LA last month. I’ve been to a party here and there, making a few friends along the way. I take a seat on a bench outside to soak up some sun, and so I can really reflect on what my life has become.

Jake, Johnnie, and Tara are supposed to be here today as well and I couldn’t be more thankful. They had introduced me to so many of their friends in the last few weeks, most of them being welcoming.

Larray and I had clicked instantly and had hung out a few times, but he wasn’t set to be here this weekend. He had already made plans with other friends so he couldn’t come keep me company. He promised me that Nick Sturniolo would be down to let me hangout with him until I was comfortable, and I was super appreciative of that.

Chris Sturniolo though? Not so much. I’ll never forget the way his eyes raked down my body, stopping at my chest for a moment before he looked back up at my face.

“Hey baby, I don’t think we’ve met before?”

I rolled my eyes at how corny he was, slightly drunk and incredibly stupid. Once he realized he wasn’t getting in my pants he had completely ignored me. I also met Nick and Matt later on, and they were absolute sweethearts.

Ever since that night any time a fan would bring me up in a live stream of his, he’d ask them to either stop talking, or call me boring and move on to the next question. I had reached out to him asking him to stop, as his fanbase had jumped to my socials and started going insane.

Every time I messaged him, he’d read it and not respond. Nick would occasionally bring me up in videos and it was clear as day Chris didn’t like me, and his fans made it known. Clipping it and tagging me thousands of times nearly made me delete TikTok all together.

I had come to find out Chris was actually really nice to everyone, just not me. I’m not quite sure what I could’ve done to make him be so rude to me, but it’s not like I see him all the time. Maybe I’ll have a chance to speak to him in person, and make him really hear me out.

“Y/N!” A voice called out to me, making me jump. I watched as Jake walked up to me, “Tara has been looking for you, yapping about getting ready for tonight.” He explains, shrugging his shoulders.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Tonight?” I ask, standing from the bench and letting him lead me to Tara. “They’re hosting a party tonight for us at the hotel apparently. Something to kick off the event? Fuck if I know.” Jake laughed.

The next few hours flew by and before I knew it, Tara and I were letting loose and dancing to Just Dance by Lady Gaga. I had a few drinks in me, just enough to stop worrying about everything. Tara on the other hand, is gonna have a hangover from hell tomorrow.

“I have to pee!” I yell to Tara as the song fades out, she nods and gives me two thumbs up before I begin to head towards the bathroom just outside the ballroom the party was in.

Just as I’m about to enter I hear snickering behind me, making me turn around. I come face to face with none other than Chris. His eyes were burning into me, as he slowly approached, a stupid smirk on his face.

“What are you laughing about?” I ask him, letting out a deep sigh.

He shakes his head, “You look ridiculous.” He states, like it’s a known fact. I glance down at my outfit, a simple black tube top and cargo camo pants. My black and white Nike’s were clean and uncreased, so what the hell was he talking about?

I look back up to him as his 5’8 frame slightly towers over my own, “What did I do to make you hate me so much?” I calmly asked him, as surprise flooded his features. Apparently he wasn’t expecting me to call him out in person.

He stood there for a second, staying silent as he didn't know what to say, “Oh so you just hate me for no reason? Nice.” I scoff, before turning around to enter the bathroom. I was stopped by a gentle grip on my arm, making me look over my shoulder at Chris.

“Look, I don’t really know why I act like this, okay?” He sighs, dropping his hand as I turn to face him again, “Ever since I met you at that party, I just can’t get you off my mind.” He explains, taking a step closer to me. Now I can smell his cologne and I hate to admit that it’s doing something to me.

“Don’t make fun of me.” He continues, making my eyebrow raise in curiosity, “When we locked eyes that night it felt different to me. It felt like more than just two people meeting for the first time.” He says quietly, looking me in my eyes so I knew he wasn’t lying, “It scared the shit out of me.”

I start to smile slightly, making him roll his eyes, “Are you telling me you fell in love with me at first sight?” I tease him, making him throw his head back and groan. “Just stop being rude Chris, we could’ve been something this whole time you know?” I tell him, watching as his eyes meet my lips before looking away quickly.

“Wanna make up for lost time?” He suggests, making me glance around the hallway we were in. There were a few people scattered around, but none of them were paying attention to us. I look up at him to see that sexy smirk on his lips, “Fuck it.” I shrug, before I drag him into the bathroom with me. I lock the door before I’m pushed up against it, Chris pressing kisses to my cheeks before going down my neck.

I let out a soft moan, lifting my hands to slide them into Chris’ hair and tugging slightly as he found my sweet spot, “No marks please.” I plead him, feeling his tongue lather the area before he moves lower. His kisses get harsher the lower he gets, looking up at me slightly before he returns to his full height and slams his lips on mine.

I moan into the kiss, the tension between us coming to a peak, “Jump.” He mumbles into my lips, wrapping his arms around my waist. I use his shoulders for stability as I jump and wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls back so he can walk me to the sink, and I waste no time trailing kisses down his neck. Chris sets me down on the counter and spreads my legs so he can stand in between them.

“Gonna make you feel so good baby.” He rasps, tilting his head back as I continue my assault on his neck. I make my way back up to his lips, taking him in for a split second before we kiss again. His hair is disheveled, his lips swollen from our kissing, and his eyes. They’re full of lust and determination, and I can’t help but try to clench my thighs.

Chris smirks at me, playing with my top, “Can I take this off pretty girl?” He asks, to which I rapidly nod. Chris’ fingers slip underneath the fabric of my shirt briefly, before he snaps the band against my chest making me gasp. He wastes no time as he quickly takes it off, setting it somewhere behind me. His hands instantly cup my breasts, his lips slotted back onto mine.

His large palms squeeze my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples making me let out a whine. I tug at his shirt and he pulls away to take it off, “Fucking incredible.” He mutters, letting his eyes fall onto my chest as I pant. He leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth, and my hand flies to the back of his head, arching my chest into his chest.

“Fuck Chris.” I moan, my hips bucking as that’s where I really want him. He switches sides, letting his hand trail down my body to pop open my pants, pulling away to look at me. “I’m about to ruin you, sweetheart.” He lowly speaks, making me bite my lip as I begin to help him remove my pants. I kicked off my shoes and Chris played with the band of my underwear.

“Please Chris.” I beg him, already tired of his teasing.

“Good girls say what they want.” He replies, using one hand to tease me through my damp underwear, the other dancing across my inner thighs.

I let out a huff, “Please touch me.” I plead, reaching down to move his hand exactly where I want him, “Make me feel good.”

Chris smirks at me, “Good girl.” I gasp as his hand suddenly slips lower, finally giving my body what it’s been craving for. His fingers collect my wetness, spreading it down to my opening, making my back arch with need. I open my mouth to beg him again but I’m cut off by him slipping a finger inside, his thumb connecting with my pulsating clit.

“Chris!” I gasp, his fingers work mercilessly, the coil in my stomach already building. I let out whines and moans, already feeling fuzzy as he continues to work my body closer to my climax.

“Look at me, baby.” Chris demands, making my eyes flutter open, “I want you to look at me as I make you cum.” He continues, working another finger inside my core. My jaw drops in a silent moan as his eyes bore into mine. I feel myself begin to clench around his fingers as he hits my sweet spot over and over.

“There it is.” He smirks down at me, and half of me wants to tell him to stop, that the pleasure is too much. The other half of me wants to be greedy, and welcome the waves of ecstasy as they flow through my body.

“Feels so good.” I whine out, watching the way Chris glances down at his fingers as they disappear inside of me, “So close.” I moan, feeling the coil twisting tighter and tighter.

“Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He asks me, and that's all it takes. The coil snaps and I fight to keep my eyes open as I release all over his fingers. Chris lets out a groan, mumbling praises left and right as I come down from my high.

I’m still in a daze when he helps me off the counter and spins me around to face the mirror. He lifts his hand to my neck, tugging my body to be flush with his. I gasp as I feel his hard dick pressing against my ass, I didn’t even notice he took off his pants.

“Gonna watch me while I fuck you, baby?” He asks, meeting my eyes in the mirror. I nod rapidly, “You look away once and I stop, got it?” Chris speaks, as he helps me bend forward and kicks my legs apart further for him.

“Yes sir.” I reply, a small smirk on my lips as I back my ass further into him, making Chris grin. “Keep that up and you won’t make it to the event tomorrow.”

He takes hold of his dick, running his head through my folds, bumping my clit making me whine. He pumps himself a few times before he’s teasing my entrance. I pout up at his reflection, arching my back even more to show how impatient I was. He takes that as a sign to slowly thrust into me, making my jaw drop at the burn from the stretch.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans, one hand resting on my hip, the other coming to hold onto my shoulder. He waits a moment before he begins thrusting, my body shaking each time he fills me up. “Feels so good.” Chris moans out, his hand leaving my hip to deliver a harsh smack to my ass, rubbing the now red area soothingly afterwards.

At this point, I can’t even form words and of course Chris took notice, “Got my baby all fucked out already.” He states, smacking my ass again. “Can’t wait to wreck this pussy.” He grunts out, his thrusts getting quicker and harder.

My mouth hangs open in a silent moan, my eyes never leaving his. “Such a good girl, keeping your eyes on mine.” I feel the coil in my stomach reappear, and I can’t help but try to squirm away from Chris as the pleasure builds, “Don’t you fucking run away from me.” Chris spits, lowering both arms to grip my waist as he plows into me.

“T-Too much!” I finally whine out, clenching on him as his head nudges that sweet spot within my core.

Chris shakes his head, “You can take it baby.” He lets out a rather loud moan before his thrusts start to get sloppy, “Be a good girl and take it.” He grunts out, sliding a hand to my front, quickly finding my clit and rubbing fast circles.

My legs begin to shake, “I’m-” I’m cut off by a rather loud moan as Chris angles his hips upwards, bringing me even more pleasure. “Me too baby, fuck.” Chris moans, lowering his Chin to his chest as he watches himself slide in and out of me.

“Cum with me.” He demands, my legs begin to shake as he meets my eyes as the coil within me finally snaps. I can feel myself pushing and pulling him in as I cum, and the feeling of his shooting out makes it all the more pleasurable. Chris finally halts his movements, staying buried inside.

He gently pulls out, both of us wincing. He quickly cleans himself up and slides his pants back on before he turns to me. He rubs my cheek lovingly before he helps me clean up and get redressed. I quickly check my makeup and fix it, before turning to face him.

“You’re staying with me tonight.” He states, holding out his hand for me to take. I take it with a smile on my face.

“I planned on it.”

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