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I was thinking about a head cannon of how some of the mw2 characters (ghost, soap, KĂśnig, etc) would react to their partner sending them a nude photo?đđđ
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MW2 Reaction to Receiving a Special⢠Photo from Their S/O
Warnings: 18+ (just to be safe), Non-Specific/Explicit Implications of Smut, No Pronouns used for Reader except 'You', Singular Mention of Graves Throwing Himself off a Cliff, Dominant! MW2, Submissive! MW2, Dominant! Reader, Submissive! Reader, Profanity, etc.
Ghost
He will literally stare bug-eyed at the picture youâve sent him like đď¸Ođď¸
Since itâs a physical photograph, he keeps it on him like a chapstick, which is to say all the time.
He isnât risking ANYONE besides himself seeing it.
And when heâs about to embark on a mission, he keeps it tucked into his vest right where his heart is so that itâs practically part of him.
He likes to think that, somehow, you can hear â feel â his heart beating, know that heâs still alive and fighting so that he can come home and see you.
And when he returns from a mission and goes to his quarters, he has someâŚalone time.
You know, to really study the picture.
Not that he doesnât know every curve and edge of your body already.
But that doesn't stop him growling your name into the pillow as he rocks against it, a hole cut into the bottom of it â a poor imitation of you.
A makeshift lover.
If anyone ends up seeing that picture â if they stole it from him, if by some act of God (because thatâs what itâll take) it slipped out of his vest or pocket â they are in for a World of Painâ˘.
There wonât be a time they wonât flinch upon hearing Ghostâs name, or when they see his shadow like an omen on the wall as he commandeers the halls. Prowling.
Heâd feel pretty guilty about someone else seeing you how he does, even if it was only for a fraction of a second.
So heâs definitely going to make it up to you when he gets back <3
KĂśnig
His heart canât take this kind of torment.
Heâll be looking down at his phone, the image of you burning into his skin like a holy artefact.
He definitely gets more jumpy around people when he has his phone on him.
Will literally clam up and shove it into the deepest recesses of his pocket if someone comes too close.
Even when your picture is safely stored behind a password-protected photo album.
He has to excuse himself from training or other commitments whenever his mind wanders back to you, and subsequently that image (which is basically all the time).
Sometimes he calls you while heâs sorting himself out.
He just needs to hear your voice â to feel closer to you.
Itâs the only way he can finish.
âEngel,â he rasps, his breath stuttering, âI need you,â
And everyone just looks at him like heâs grown a third eye when he returns because, unbeknownst to him, KĂśnig canât keep quiet, and everyone who has never heard even a peep from him is suddenly aware of the carnality that lies beneath his skin, wired into his soul.
And at the centre is his love for you, boundless and overflowing so that the rest of his teammates know it, too.
Not that they mind all too much.
They all sit and think that you must be one beautiful person to evoke such a response from KĂśnig.
Soap
Will tease you back.
Sends a mirror pic of him in a tight black shirt, saying something like âYouâll see the rest when I get home.â
Is absolutely ravenous when it comes to you.
No cap, goes absolutely ham in the shower when the image of you in nothing flashes in his mind.
His low moans are enough of a warning for the rest of the 141 to stay away for the next half an hour or so.
Aside from that, heâll just look at the picture because he finds you beautiful.
Stares at it while heâs in bed. Laments on how much he misses you âšď¸.
Heâs counting down the days until he can see you again, and with each that passes, he can feel your silhouette becoming tangible in his hands, as if you were stepping out of the photo.
Sometimes, he dreams that youâre there with him, nestled between his arms.
Other times the dreams are a little moreâŚgraphic.
But Johnny canât help it.
He just canât contain himself when it comes to you.
Valeria
If you thought her violent tendencies could never extend to you, prepare to be amazed.
The second this woman sees what youâre trying to do â or, rather, what she thinks youâre trying to do â she is not happy.
You could have sent that image with the purest (within reason) of intentions; just letting Valeria know that you miss her, wishing her a good day â whatever.
What she sees is you trying to manipulate her by using your body as an instrument of destruction.
Dramatic, yes. But Valeria has never been one to take chances.
Sheâll be deceptively calm over text: âDonât tease me, Darling. You know what happens when you do.â
All day, all she can see is that image.
Whenever she turns a corner, youâre there; whenever sheâs talking to someone, youâre peering at her over their shoulder; when sheâs alone, youâre sat with her â on her â trying to take her attention away from her paperwork.
Redemption is a baseless concept when Valeria returns home that evening.
You will not know rest until sheâs done with you.
Price
âFuckinâ Hell, Love,â heâll say, the darkness hanging on his voice tangible even through the voice note.
âWhatâve you been up to while Iâve been away, hmm ?â
Will not rest until he knows heâs got you hot and bothered.
This entails him sending increasingly risquĂŠ images of himself; first, just one of him flexing, his arms thick and crawling with veins.
The next is of his shirt raised just below his chest, the dim light of the room keeping enough of him shrouded that his identity is unknown to all but you, his wide silhouette taking up most of the picture.
And, if you decide to be resilient against his attempts to make you feel as you have him, youâll receive a series of menacing messages.
âDonât get too comfortable, Angelâ, heâll say.
âYou never know when Iâll come through that doorââ
He grins as he sees youâve read his message, hanging on his every word.
âAnd ravage you.â
And you know he means it, too.
Meanwhile, heâs multitasking; keeping a clear, professional head and giving orders while resisting the primal urge to drop everything and find you.
And no amount of pleading or tears will spare you from his wrath when he returns.
Horangi
Regardless of how well the military life trained his self-discipline, nothing can dampen the sheer need Horangi feels whenever he receives a special picture from you.
Iâm talking: he will literally sit in silence for ten minutes because heâs got a raging issue he needs to take care of but canât risk anyone else seeing it.
Will thunder down the hall to the nearest bathroom when the meetingâs over and take out his frustrations there.
When he calls, youâd better pick up the first time.
If you donât, youâll have Hell to pay when gets home.
âBaby,â he breathes down the phone, the fog already making his mind frost over, his body burning up.
âWhat have you done to meââ
These brief encounters are the only thing keeping him sane while heâs away; they make him feel closer to you.
And, repaying you in kind, he returns one night, in the silence of the moon hours.
He finds you, pulls you to him, clutching on tight as you begin to wake.
And, between delirium and consciousness, his voice is all you can hear.
âShouldnât have tested me, Sweetheart,â he says, whispering as though partaking in a secret.
âNow Iâm going to have to challenge you.â His arms are snakes as they constrict you.
âFall asleep before Iâm done with you, and I promise there will be no end to your suffering.â
Alejandro
Teasing a man as passionate as Alejandro is not going to end well for everyone involved.
Expect to receive a barrage of very choice texts back.
âYou have no idea what youâre doing to meâ, heâll say, followed by a photo of the tent in his trousers.
And a sinister: âBut you willâ.
If heâs away on business for even just a few days, heâll go practically feral whenever he sees that picture of you.
To everyone else, heâll be the leader Alejandro Vargas they all know him as â ruthless and righteous.
Yet, thereâs something different in the way he walks as he excuses himself from the table, his destination unknown.
His gaze is narrowed and his teeth are grinding, rabid in disposition.
And when he gets home, no matter how long of a day itâs been, youâre in for a very long night.
Heâll appear behind you, a spectre, clamping a hand down on your shoulder.
âYou shouldnât test a soldier, Love,â he says, his grip tightening.
You don't turn around, an exhilarating fear keeping you frozen.
He leans down, his mouth just at your ear, his breath hot.
âBecause you never know when heâll snap.â
Rodolfo
This man is usually rather quiet and submissive when it comes to the more personal aspects of your life together.
But when you send him a picture that makes him question how long he can keep his composure for, youâre in trouble.
Youâll be receiving a phone call from a very exasperated Rodolfo, who, despite his best efforts, has succumbed to your charm.
Definitely a growler when heâs in a dominant mood.
More of a whimperer when heâs not.
At times like these, you get both.
âDarling,â he breathes, the back of his head pressed against the cold cubicle wall. âLook what youâve done to meâŚâ
His whining is more than enough to let you know the effect youâve had on him.
And itâs what he says next that makes your blood run cold.
âI wonât let you get away with this.â
The husking baritone in his voice tells you heâs being truthful.
And if you try to clap back with something witty, or even an apology, Rodolfo just laughs.
âThe time for mercy is long past, mi Amor,â he tells you.
âAll you can do now is prepare for the Reckoning.â
Graves
This smug idiot.
Definitely smirks to himself when he gets that picture.
Has to resist the urge to show it off to everyone in the boardroom because heâs just that proud to have you as his partner.
Yes, he is hard. Yes, heâs still going to give this presentation in front of all the major shareholders.
Why ?
Because heâs Graves. Also, because he knows he has more money than everyone else in that room, and, consequently, more power.
Will shoot you back a text like: âMighty fine work, Babydollâ, followed by, âYouâre getting a promotion when I get home.â
Yes, he uses corporate jargon when discussing intimate matters.
Heâs a businessman at heart, he canât help it.
Definitely more playful than most of the others on this list.
The type to take his time with you and make you laugh while he does so.
But when he wants to be rough (and when you want him to be), he can be.
And he gets mean when heâs like that.
Iâm talking hair-pulling, name-calling â basically just bullying you, but consensually.
Does his best to take care of you, though.
If he found out that heâd actually upset you, heâd literally jump off a cliff â he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
Expect many lavish gifts if this happens, though.
But donât tell him that I told you that đ.
Gaz
Will nearly drop his phone â it turns to butter in his hands.
He looks over his shoulder at least fifty times before heâll allow himself to look at the photo again.
Poor boyâs face is turning red, his palms are sweating, he canât think straight.
Paranoid 24/7 that everyone knows he has that picture of you.
But it doesnât intimidate him enough for him to even try to keep quiet in the barracks when he has some alone time.
Similar situation to Soap; everyone knows to steer clear of whichever room Gaz was last spotted walking into for a while.
It would take him a few days for him to send a picture back.
More than likely, itâll be of him in a scarcely lit bathroom in nothing but his boxers with a very prominent outline in them.
Followed by a text with something to the effect of: âBeen thinking about you all night, Sweetsâ
And God forbid you send him another image of yourself. And definitely do not send a message saying âAww, has my good boy been behaving himself ?â
Will literally send him over the edge.
The rest of the 141 canât commandeer the bathroom for the rest of the day after that.
And when Gaz gets home, just know that your phone screen canât protect you anymore.
Not when you have a man made of pure intellect and solid mass running full-force at you with all the pent-up energy seen only in a nuclear reactor.
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Mike Schmidt x fem!reader Request
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Warnings:Angst to Fluff to Smut, this got way angstier than i thought SOWWWY- but I promise, fluff ensues, Smut ensues, so MDNI/18+, Movie Spoilers
Summary:After you finally return from work, a few surprises await you at homeâŚ
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Your day had been slow. Agonizingly slow. Time seemed to go by extra slow today and by the time you finally left your office, it had felt like you had spent a week there, instead of a day. But as you slowly made your way towards your car, your mood lightened, as you remembered what would await you at home.
Your loving Boyfriend and his even sweeter little sister.Â
The little family you had built over the years always managed to put a smile on your face and especially after the whole drama at that Pizza Plex, you were even more grateful for what you had.
You slightly shook your head, trying to avoid thinking of those memories. The things you had seen, while Mike and You tried to save his sister from the dead children. You hoped that they got what they wantedâŚand that the Monster who created them had gotten what he deserved.
Your mind was about to wander back to the memory of the springlocks violently stabbing into his chest, as a knock on your car window quite literally pulled you out of your thoughts.
A quiet gasp left your lips, as you looked outside to see who had knocked. Much to your relief, it was only your coworker, who wanted to wish you a good night. You quickly uttered your goodbyes, before finally starting the car and making your way back home.
By the time you arrived, the sun had long since disappeared behind the horizon. You quickly parked your car next to Mike´s before moving towards the entrance.Â
You didn't bother turning on the lights in the hallway, as you dropped your bag to the floor and kicked off your shoes.
Before you could call out for Mike and Abby, you heard someone running towards you and as you realized what was happening, you quickly duck away, stumbling backwards.
Just in time to avoid being hit by the bat that was swung into your direction.
âMike!! It's me!! It's just me!!â, You quickly yelled and reached for the lightswitch.
As the hallway was suddenly illuminated by the dim gleam of the ceiling light, you could make out the figure of Mike in front of you. He was breathing heavily. With the bat still in his hand, he was towering over you. He just looked at you for one more second, before finally realizing what was happening. He quickly dropped the bat, a hand flying to his face, covering his mouth in disbelief of what he had just done.
âI´m sorryâŚâ, he mumbled, dropping to his knees,âI'm so sorry. I thoughtâŚI thought it was..that it was o-one of t-them..â
Your heart broke at the sight in front of you. You quickly pulled Mike into your arms:âIt's okay, Mike. I´m alright. They're gone now. They're gone.â
You gently kissed his temple, as you saw that he tried to suppress his tears. You knew that he was having a hard time dealing with the gruesome events. It had left scars on him. Both physically and mentally.
âI´m sorry..â, he muttered once more, pulling you closer to him. You only kissed his forehead again and mumbled sweet nothings into his ear until he had calmed down again.
You gently cupped your boyfriend´s face and gave him a soft smile. To your delight, he returned the smile and leaned forward to quickly peck your lips.
The sweet moment was interrupted as the voice of Abby grabbed your attention. The young girl came running into the hallway, calling out both of your names. Your smile got even bigger as she quickly came over to you, giving you a short hug, before starting to ramble about what she had drawn today and that she wanted to show you all her artworks. You happily nodded at everything that she said.Â
âAlright Abbs.â, Mike suddenly said, interrupting his sister and affectionately patting her head,âYou can show her tomorrow. It's time for bed now.â
The little girl pouted for a moment and turned back to you:âBut I wanna stay up and play with you.â
You gave her a mischievous smile:âI tell you something. If you promise me to go to bed now, I will play and draw with you tomorrow the entire day. And I'll make your favorite Dinner, hm?â
Abby´s face lit up in anticipation. She quickly nodded and said good Night to you and Mike, before disappearing into her room.
Mike only looked at you with admiration,âHow do you alway do that?â, he asked, as the two of you also made your way to your shared bedroom.
âIt´s a secretâ, You grinned and let yourself fall down on the bed. A satisfied groan left your lips, as you finally felt the stress from work dissolve into nothing but hot air.
You watched how Mike pulled his Hoodie over his head and throwing it to the side. Now only left in his T-Shirt, he flopped down beside you, propping his head up on his arm and looking down at you. He didn't say anything for a few seconds, just looking you up and down, before he slowly lifted his hand and gently grasped your cheek. You gasped quietly, as he suddenly leaned forward and connected your lips in a sweet and tender kiss. It only lasted for a few seconds before he pulled back again. You looked up at him and saw that his eyes were closed, as he leaned his forehead against yours.
Finally, Mike opened his mouth to say something, but after a few seconds of silence, he closed it again and he opened his eyes. You looked at his dark orbs and almost lost yourself in all the emotions, he was trying to convey only with his gaze.
âIt's okay.â, you affirmed, âI know. You don't have to say anything, Mike.â
The boy only smiled at you and it was a genuine smile. One, that you rarely got to see.
Without another word, Mike suddenly sat up, pulling you with him and into his lap. You gasped loudly at the sudden change of position, which gave Mike the chance to put his mouth back onto yours.
This kiss was different. It was passionate, hungry even. He groaned lowly as he pulled your body tighter against his. Your hands pressing up against his chest, while he explored your Body with his.
âMike..â, you warned him, as he started to kiss your jaw, your skin burning like fire everytime his lips touched you.
âYour sisterâŚâ, You mumbled again, but you and him both knew that it was already too late, that you were already at his mercy, the gaze of yours just as hungry as his.
âWe'll be quiet.â, he finally answered, as he pushed you off his lap and onto the mattress. You watched how he now also pulled his Shirt over his head, before leaning down to kiss you again. You moaned against his lips, as you felt his cold hands wander under your sweater. He squeezed your hips tenderly, while making it his mission to let you drown in his kisses. As he finally parted to help you out of your clothes, you immediately missed the feeling of his lips pressing against yours.
Quickly you pulled your sweater over your head, discarding it on the floor. Mike only admired you for a few seconds, his gaze wandering all over your Body and you felt heat rising to your cheeks.
âDon't look at me like that.â, you mumbled and gently put your hand over his eyes.
Mike only chuckled at your antics,âLike what?â, he asked, acting all innocent and letting your hand remain on top of his eyes.
After a few seconds of Silence, you slowly pulled your hand back and his eyes went back to look at you.
âLike that.â, You croaked, looking away from him.
âBut why?â, Mike teased, pulling you closer to his body by your hips,âI love what I am seeing.â
Upon hearing his words, you looked back up at him. his eyes held no ounce of doubt. He was a hundred percent sure.
âI love you too, Mikeâ, You smiled and quickly pecked his lips. Mike only returned the smile,âMay I?â, he asked, mentioning towards your bra.
You quickly nodded and mere seconds later, your bra joined the heap of clothing that was already on the floor.
Mike´s lips quickly latched onto your breast, as his hand gave the same attention to the other. With a moan, your head lolled back in pleasure.
âYou like that, hm?â, Mike mumbled, as he pushed you back down on the bed. You weren't able to form a coherent sentence anymore, so you just nodded.
âPlease, let me have you.â, he urged, his hands wandering to the hem of your pants,âLet me make you feel good.â
âMike please..â, You finally pressed out,âI need you..Need you inside of me.â
That was all the confirmation he needed, before finally pulling your pants down, alongside your panties.
He slowly pushed your thighs apart and started to kiss up the inside of your calves, but never quite touching you where you desperately needed him.
âMike please.â, You whined again, while trying to keep your voice down. But your eyes widened in surprise and you tried to suppress the loud moan that made it´s way up your throat, as Mike suddenly pushed two fingers inside you without a warning. His tongue joined mere seconds after, as he ate you out like a man starved.
Your hand wandered to Mike´s hair and you gently pulled and pushed at his head as he was working you closer to your release. You could already feel that coil form inside you and after only a few more seconds, it snapped and with a suppressed moan, you came against his mouth.
As your heavy breathing started to slow down again, Mike finally looked back up at you, the desire in his eyes bigger than ever. He quickly latched his lips on yours again and you could taste yourself on him as he kissed you hungrily.
Your hands now wandered towards his sweats and as you grabbed his already hard member through his pants. He groaned lowly, closing his eyes in pleasure.
Quickly, you pulled down his pants, leaving him now also bare in front of you. Without a second thought, you grabbed his length and gave him a few experimental pumps. That seemed to do the trick on him and you watched how Mike´s brows furrowed, as he melted against your touch.
âWanna be inside you..â,he mumbled against the skin of your shoulder. With anticipation, you lined him up with your entrance and looked back up at him. Mike was looking at you questioningly. And as soon as you gave him a small nod, he finally pushed inside of you.
You grabbed onto his biceps, as the pain slowly dissolved into pleasure. Mike slowly started moving in and out of you, grabbing your hips tightly. You suppressed a moan by sinking your teeth into his shoulder. Not to pierce the skin, but hard enough to leave a mark.
You could hear Mike mumbling incoherent words into your ear, as he picked up his pace, desperately trying to push you over the edge again.
âMike..â, You moaned, feeling yourself coming closer and closer to the sweet sweet relief and as you looked back into his eyes and saw the adoration that he had for you, you were done for it. You clenched around him and came all over his cock. Mike followed soon after, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm.His thrusts got slower and sloppier and he finally pulled out of you, his breath still heavy against your skin. He quickly kissed your temple, before getting up. After a minute, he returned with a damp cloth and a water bottle. With a smile still on his face, he gently cleaned you both up, before slipping back into bed with you.
You chuckled, as he nuzzled his head into your neck, his stubble tickling your skin. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled his body closer to yours. His warmth engulfing you fully.
âGood Night, Mike.â, you smiled and gently kissed his cheek.
âNight.â, he replied with a yawn.
It didn't go unnoticed by you, that he didn't use his pills to fall asleep today. Or the recording of nature sounds. He didn't even look up at the Poster of Nebraska, that was now hanging over his bed again.
Looking at your beloved one last time, you smiled once more before finally closing your eyes and letting sweet sleep engulf you.
Bonus:
âMike!?â
âMiiiike!?â
âMiiiiiike!?!?â
Your eyes snapped open and within a second, you were sitting up on the bed. Your gaze wandered to the door, where loud knocks and shouts were being heard. After a few seconds of trying to understand in which century you had woken up in, you realized where you were and the events of last night returned to you.
âMike?â, You mumbled quietly and tapped your boyfriend's shoulder, who was laying next to you,âMike??â
With a groan, he finally looked up at you and before you had the chance to say something, he tumbled off the bed due to leaving too much over the edge.
You couldn't suppress the chuckle that left your lips as you leaned down to check on Mike.
âMorning.â, You smiled, as you realized that he was fine. You quickly leaned down to peck his lips, which immediately seemed to wake him up more.
âMiiiiike!?!â
Your sweet moment was interrupted, as you heard Abby banging against the door again.
Mike let out an annoyed groan before getting up and putting his pants back on.
âIn a minute, Abbs!â, he yelled back and the banging on the door finally stopped.
âWe have a lot to do today.â, you said as you finally got up too and started to get dressed.
Mike only looked at you in confusion:âWhat do you mean?â
âRemember how I made Abby go to sleep yesterday?â, you chuckled and softly kissed his cheek before walking to the door. Pushing the handle down, you were immediately greeted by the sight of Abby who grabbed your hand and pulled you towards her room to show you her drawings.
Mike could only look after you with a tender smile on his face. How had he gotten so lucky?
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ACOTAR MEN X READER, BANNING THEM FROM INTIMACY
âď¸ â summary: you let them know theyâre not allowed to touch you in any way, shape or form. How do they react!
âď¸ â warnings: 18+, nsfw, az being a slut as per usual, cassian being yummy, touchy needy fae males, slight dumbification in lucienâs
âď¸ â amaraâs note: lucien was my fav one to write omgggg, also i hope u sluts enjoyđđđđ also enjoy while i work with tutor azđđ
RHYSAND
âYouâre putting me on a ban? You canât be serious.â
âNuh-uh Rhys, you flirted with that girl so have fun by yourself for the unforseeable future.â
Rhysand didnât actually flirt with anyone, he was being his usual self and the way the girl was leaning towards him made you angry so you just blamed him instead
He gets through the first few days calmly although he is mildy irritated. Especially when Cassian and Azriel tease him about it.
âSo no sexy time for you Rhysie, that must suck,â Cassian says as he ties his hair back.
âWell, not really much sucking these days, right?â Azriel snickers, getting ready for the inevitable fight
Rhysand takes out his frustration on them for their smart little comments.
Rhysand has quite a high libido so that man usually fucks you good atleast once a day even when youâre both busy.
âDarling, please forgive me. I will never do it again. Tell me what I can do to earn your forgiveness.â
He begs and begs because heâs going a bit crazy
In the end, it takes him only three days for you to forgive him and lift the ban. The man is charming and seduces you into dropping the ban
The second you drop the ban, he grabs your waist, throws you over his shoulder and winnows to the cabin where he fucks you for a week straight.
âThat oughta put that nasty idea out of your head foreverâ he says, patting your head while smiling at your ruined self. Mascara running, laboured breathing, and a pounding heart is your only answer
Yeah this man wrecks you and you never pull this stunt againâŚ
YUMMM MHE IS SO DELICIOUS đšđšđšđš
ERIS
âYou may not touch me or have sex with me in any way until I say you can.â
He narrows his eyes as he slightly smiles when you announce a ban on all intimate activities for the unforseeable future.
âIs that so?â
You cross your arm on your chest, lifting your chin in defiance.
âYes, thatâs right. Since you want to entertain Nesta Archeron, you may not be in my vicinity.â
You are being waaaaaay too dramatic. He didnât even spare her a single glance until you pointed to her. Nothing at all happened, I mean the male didnât even know she was at the ball until you told him.
Nesta walked up and was a bit too close to him and even though Eris moved to your side, giving her an unamused look, you were still irritated
And since you couldnât take it out on her, you take it out on Eris.
But Eris knows what youâre doing, he knows how extremely dramatic you are being, so he just lets you cool off, letâs you huff and puff around the house
You are a mess. An absolute mess
You find yourself longing for Eris's touch, even just a simple headpat from him would send you into cardiac arrest.
The fact that you lasted an entire week is insane bc youâre both touching each other in some way all the time
When youâre lounging; his head rests on your chest, and you lovingly massage his scalp, running your fingers through his hair. Alternatively, he pulls you closer to his body under a warm blanket, nestled in his neck, while he warms his hands for you, acting as your personal heater.
When youâre in public; he always has a hand on your lower back, waist or you walk hand in hand. You also wrap your hands around his biceps, caressing the arm when you feel tired
When youâre in a meeting; your hands naturally seek each other under the table. Whenever one of you gets heated or irritated, the other soothes them by rubbing their thumb on the back of their hand, offering quiet support.
After a week of torture you finally breakdown in his office, storming in and placing your palms on his wooden desk. He looks up at your curiously, an eyebrow raised.
âOkay, I canât do this anymore, please touch me, I donât know what I was thinking.â
Eris is just as desperate as you are but he wants to drag this out just a tiny bit more before giving in
âInteresting. You initiated this ban, yet youâre the one who canât follow through? You were fine without me for a whole week, I think youâll manage another one.â
Your jaw drops in disbelief. Another week? No, youâd rather die.
âI think not. I will beg if I have to. Touch me, please. I will probably die if I go another week without you.â
He leans back in his chair, puts his arms behind his head as his arms bulge. One of your biggest weaknesses
âNormally, Iâd make you beg but I missed you aswell. Come here.â
You damn near cry in relief when you sit in his lap and nestle in his arms. His warm hands rub your back and thighs, making you impossibly more relaxed
âThis was one of the dumbest things I have ever done. Never again.â You whine against his neck, kissing it over and over again.
âIâll hold you to that,â he says, emotional as he press a kiss to your head
AZRIEL
âOkay.â
That is all he says when you tell him your banning him from touching you. Honestly, you thought heâd have a bigger reaction so you start getting second thoughts.
But you thug it out bc you still want to prove a point even though he looks super unbothered
In reality, Azriel is panicking on the inside
Although he knows he can physically withstand sex, itâs the love and intimacy he misses the most
So he does the one thing he knows you wonât resist
He sluts around the house
Okay, he walks around shirtless or with super tight black shirts thst highlight years and years of working out
Azriel knows youâre weak for his muscles and body so flaunting it around is step one of his plan.
Step two of his plan draws him extremely close to you, mere inches away. He leans in as you speak, exploiting yet another weakness.
He wears delicious colognes that make your eyes flutter. He wears chains around his neck and leans over you.
Azrielâs final and ultimate slut move is waking up in the morning, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he speaks. It's all it takes for you to cave in to his charms.
You find yourself the one begging for his touch, unable to resist the longing for his embrace. You babble about never wanting to go so long without feeling his presence again.
CASSIAN
Cassianâs love language is most definitely touch so when you tell him that he is banned from here on out, he freezes.
Like it doesnât make any sense, he actually canât grasp the concept.
âWhat does that even mean? What do you mean I canât touch you?â
Tha man is flabbergasted
He will follow you around, apologizing for his behavior over and over. Youâve already forgiven him since it was a minor thing but he doesnât know that
Cassian starts carrying a pillow with him, imagining it is you. He craves touch, and if it's from a damn pillow, he'll gladly take it
He pouts as you try to surpress a smile at his expression. Heâll give you puppy eyes in hopes of you dropping the annoying ban
Eventually, Cassian levels up and becomes extra touchy with the inner circle instead, seeking any physical touch
A confused Azriel gets extra pats on the shoulder, but Cassian's hand lingers, staying put longer than usual, leaving Azriel puzzled by the sudden change in his behavior.
An amused Rhysand receives more hugs, but Cassian's hugs linger, holding him close as if imagining you there for a moment.
Obviously, nothing compares to you, and the whole situation only makes Cassian more irritated.
No sex is just unbearable. Jerking off isnât fun at all and he can count on one hand how many times he had to use his hands since you got together
After only one and a half day you start to miss his touches and get jealous that your friends is getting his warm touches instead.
Youâre also very horny and since you and cassian have a VERY active sex life, it makes a lotta sense. This male usually fucks you 1-2 times everyday, and I mean EVERY day
Seriously not a day goes by without some action, whether it be fingering, bjs, handjobs, nipple play, him eating you out, 69 just anything really
When you finally, after 1,5 excruciating days let him touch you, he smiles and thank the Mother then drags you to your bedroom
Yâall donât come out for a solid 2-3 business days
Ever since the ban, he is stuck to you like glue fr
LUCIEN
Lucien is very calm for someone who isnât allowed to touch his mate
âYouâre banning me from touching you? Thatâs really cute,â Lucien remarks casually, a hint of amusement in his tone as he takes a sip of his peppermint tea.
You furrow your brows, pouting. âI'm not joking, Lucien. If you touch me, I'll scream,â you assert firmly, crossing your arms over your chest. With lifted chin and proud gaze, you stand your ground, making your new and temporary boundaries clear.
Lucien chuckles softly. âYeah? Youâll scream? Love, you scream real nice for me when I touch you anyway, so what's really new?â he teases, getting closer to you.
âI mean, do you really want me to not touch you?â Lucien asks, his voice low as he inches closer and closer until your faces are mere inches apart.
He gets so close, his warmth leaving you breathless. His soft, plump lips barely brush against yours, the touch so light it's almost not there.
âTell me, my sweet, perfect girl,â he murmurs, his breath mingling with yours, âwho put this idea in your head?â
You are barely functioning, your words stuck in your throat as you struggle to come up with a response.
âI know you're too out of it to properly respond to me right now, and it's okay,â Lucien says gently, his tone teasing. âI guess using your brain is a tough task, hm?â
You nodded absentmindedly, distracted by his charming smile
âM'sorry, Lucien,â you mumble, your words breathless and slightly slurred. âIt was just a joke. I really want you to touch me,â you admit, your voice trailing off as you become increasingly dumbfounded in his intoxicated presence.
He tsked with mock sympathy. âIt's okay, sweetheart,â he said gently, gripping your chin. âLetâs not say things we donât mean the next time, okay?â
âOkay, I wonât.â you say blushing at the proximity before giving him a sweet sweet kiss on the lips. Lucien pulls you in closer and yâall fuck right there on the kitchen table but damn it was good
Yeah, banning Lucien from intimacy will never work
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if i could request a fic if youre down to write it, but joel feeling conflicted (but turned on) about his urges to breed/knock up the reader, but ultimately cant resist so he gives in, going feral đ tysm if you write this!! âĄâĄâĄ
Pairing:Â Joel Miller x f!reader
warnings:Â unprotected p in v sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, just a tiny bit of choking and Joel being a little rough
You felt so fucking good.
I mean, like, criminally fucking good.
Your eyes were closed, your body putty underneath him as he'd drained all the energy out of it with the previous 2 mindblowing orgasms.
All you were left able to do was moan and cry out his name while gripping his strong bicep, even the thighs around his waist were barely hanging on.
That's what Joel Miller did to you. Every single time: He fucked you so good you forgot your own name. Literally.
"that's a good girl" he grunted, drilling into you mercilessly "my good girl" he breathed, his mouth to your ear now "letting me stretch this little pussy- taking me so fucking well"Â
the sound of skin on skin and the squelching of your juices drenching him filled every inch of the room, but all you were able to hear and feel was him.
His cock so deep inside you you could feel it in your belly, his left hand on your waist, gripping tightly, his fingers wrapped around your neck, cutting out your oxygen intake just enough to make every sensation he was providing you with double down. And then finally, all you could hear was his voice, his hoarse, deep voice, traced with lust and malice, grunting and breathing every dirty thing that crossed his mind, until finally... he let one he shouldn't have slip.
Listen, Joel wasn't one to hide anything, in or out of the bedroom, but this... this was too much. It was wrong, and it was filthy and it wasn't something you'd ever talked about, but before he knew it, before his brain could realize it, the words had left his mouth.
"yeah take that-take my cock-Â fuck-Â look at that, you're sucking me in" he groaned, feeling your walls squeeze and squeeze around him "begging to be filled up- this little pussy's begging to be full of my cum" he growled, his hand going to your face now, squeezing your cheeks as you opened your eyes, and to his surprise, moaned even louder, your walls strangling his cock now.
Oh fuck yeah
"You like that?" he mocked, as your legs trembled and your brain felt ready to leak out of your ears "you'd like to be my little cumslut? Just let daddy fill you up again and again? Fuck a baby in you?"Â
You could hear and feel the way the idea was turning him on more and more, his thrusts getting sloppier and his voice getting more strained.
You nodded, half a second away from passing out.
"Good girl" he groaned, his hand on your thing moving to your belly "Fuck-Can't wait to see this all swollen- let everyone know you're mine" he sighed, his sweaty forehead dropping to his "Only mine- That I get to fill you up whenever I please, that you're begging for my cock every night"
Your vision was blurred, and your body felt ready to implode, and you were close, god you were oh so close
"You're gonna come?" he grunted, his hips still working overtime to split you in half "You're gonna milk my cock? take every single drop I give you?"
"yes" you moaned, your voice not even sounding like your own "yes please daddy give it to me"
"what?" he taunted "what do you want sweetheart?"
"y-your cum" you cried "D-deep inside of me daddy"
"f-fuck" he growled, praying to whatever god that would listen to not wake him up if this was a dream "good fucking girl- take it then" he said, as your eyes squeezed shut, a tsunami of pleasure overcoming you as you reached your orgasm "take my cum like the good little girl you are"
And just like that, you did, as he shot every single drop of his spent inside of you, you moaned, watching him do exactly as he said: filling you up to the brim, as he breathed soft that's it, and every single drop babygirl- just like that, until finally, he collapsed on top of you.
he stayed inside you the entire night, the only explanation given, a simple: "Can't let any of it go to waste darlin'"
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Finnick and maybe like arguing in the arena that turns into a kiss?đ
It's been a few months since I got this but since I'm in my Finnick era, I thought I'd finally write this!
"You need to slow down," Finnick mutters under his breath and reaches out to grab at my wrist, stopping me in my tracks as I nearly trip over a branch that's stuck in our path. My head whips around to look at him with a deadly look at he pauses before his cocky grin takes over once more.
"Maybe you need to pick up the speed." I snap, tilting my head at him in a calculated way and he laughs, shrugging his shoulders brifely before looking around at the others with a tired look on his face. We're twenty minutes into the games and we're already at each others throats.
You should've seen us in training.
"You know, when I agreed to team up with you and the others, I didn't think I'd be bullied the whole time." He crosses his arms across his chest with his nose in the air and I scoff, rolling my eyes at his taunting behavior.
"I'm not bullying you. Pointing out that you're too fast is a fact." He shots back and laughs and I turn to look at Katniss with a dumbfounded look but she just gives me a shrug but I can see Peeta attempting to hold back an obvious laugh.
"Finnick, shut up." I finally say, huffing shortly.
"You guys sound like a married couple." Peeta adds and I look to him with wide eyes and Finnick gives him a similar look with a small gasp.
"Shut up!"
I let the thought infiltrate my head for a moment, picturing Finnick and I, standing hand in hand, smiling instead of biting each other's head off every five seconds whenever we're in the same room together. We've known each other for years, through the capital and what they used us for, but now that I think of it, I don't think we've ever had a serious conversation.
"You guys can go ahead, I need to slap some sense into this kid." I wave the rest of the group away from us and they all give the two of us a hesitant nod before moving along the trail, still ever so careful, leaving Finnick and I behind.
"You have me alone. It's what you've always wanted, right sweetheart?" He flirts and I can't deny the way it makes my stomach flip and for a moment I can feel my cheeks heat up under his weighted gaze and I swallow deeply.
"You're insufferable." The words come out more breathy than I want them too and I almost want to tell them that now is not the time to decide to flirt with me and sweep me off my feet. There's more time for that, when we're free and the revolution has begun. But apart of me is selfish.
"You're beautiful." He takes a step towards me with a sinister smile and I feel my breath being sucked from my lungs as his hand reaches up to cradle my cheek softly and he gives me a small wink before leaning in and I panic.
"Finnick." I place my hand on his chest and he pauses for a moment but I don't push him away, instead, after just a moment of hesitation, I give him a gentle nod.
He leans in and presses his lips to mine, my lips instinctively parting to deepen the kiss with a smile, his other hand wraps around my back, pulling me closer to him and I can only imagine the cameras zooming in on us and all our sponsors cheering and sending us goods as we kiss.
He pulls away with a smile, his eyes staying closed for just a moment before they open, blue hues focusing on mine as I raise my hands to my cheeks, concealing my giddy smile.
"Shut up."
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Elevator Pitch
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
WC: 2k!!
Warnings: Smut, fingering, semi-public sex/ foreplay, praise kink-ish, some pet names completely ignored Spencer's germophobia to make this work 18+ MINORS DNI
Summary: Getting trapped in an elevator is never fun, but at least the attractive you're sharing the metal box of death with has an interesting idea about how you can pass the time.
A/N: This is just a really quick drabble for @imagining-in-the-margins Meet Cute challenge for this month!! I have an idea for another one that I'll post closer to Halloween too, so look forward to that alongside all the kinktober fics đ
Check out my masterlist here!
You weren't planning on running late on your very first day on your new team, but here you were. You were scheduled to meet Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner in his office at 9 a.m. sharp, and here you were at 8:57, trapped inside an elevator. At least you weren't alone, but alone with a stranger, and one who seemed to be talkative in the worst way wasn't exactly ideal either.Â
"Hey, don't panic. There are about 6 elevator-related deaths per year and about 100,000 injuries. I'm pretty confident about those statistics." He said, taking a sip of his coffee as he stood calmly by the door, pressing buttons and waiting for something to happen.Â
"Oh god, I'm gonna die in here." You whimpered a little bit, falling to your knees and screwing your eyes shut.Â
"No, I said we're not gonna die. Or its at least very unlikely."Â
"And I'm supposed to trust you?"Â
"Yes, I'm very good with numbers. Elevator accidents account for 0.00024% of all elevators in service in the US. There you don't have to panic anymore." Almost punctuating his words, the elevator gave a low groan and fell an inch lower, pushing him off balance and toppling to the floor right next to you.Â
"That was just unfortunate timing." He said, his breath hitting your face. Your eyes opened again finally, and you noticed that due to his topple, he was way closer than before, face merely inches from your own. Whoever this overconfident stranger was, he was attractive. Distractingly so, as you didn't respond to his sentence the entire time he was there in front of you, words suddenly escaping you as you stared into his dark, wide eyes.Â
"Mechanical issues are the cause of about 15.3% of elevator incidents. Since we're in Quantico, we can probably rule out foul play, which means that they'll probably have us back up and running in around 27 minutes." Opening his mouth ruined the fantasy for a minute, waking you up to the reality of your situation.Â
"Did you work an elevator case or something, why do you know so much about this?" You regretted the question as soon as you asked it, as he launched into another speech.Â
"I read the statistical reports published by the CPSC and the OSHA. Itâs really interesting stuff actually, there are-â
âPlease donât take this the wrong way but I need you to shut up. I donât think I can take any more statistics about my inevitable death by elevator. Can we do something else instead?â
âLike what?âÂ
âI donât know. Can you⌠Can you hold my hand?â You felt yourself flush red the second the words left your mouth, and suddenly it was your turn to talk too much. âMy mom used to do it when I was scared as a kid, and obviously youâre not my mom, and you donât even know me, but I thought it could help comfort both of us. Human contact and touch is supposedly comforting in times of distress so I just thoughtâŚâ He cut you off by silently grabbing your hand and settling into a seated position beside you and you sent a little prayer up to god to spare both your soul and your heart.Â
Because Jesus Christ it was beating hard now.
âOxytocin,â he said and you looked up at him with a questioning look. âOxytocin is released when you come into contact with other people, itâs the reason newborn babies benefit from skin-to-skin contact and why humans enjoy petting domestic animals so much. And the whole sex to destress thing.â He nodded and looked away, but you could have sworn the oxygen was completely sucked out of the room when he mentioned sex.Â
âSex?â He turned to you as you said the word, as if processing the conversation you were in the middle of it.Â
âYeah, never heard of it?â You rolled your eyes and squeezed his hand in your own for a second, but his body was leaning closer into yours now, his entire attention on you, as if he expected you to answer the question.Â
âOf course I have.âÂ
âAnd what do you think? Can it help you de-stress?âÂ
Your mouth moves before you can stop it. âCan we stop talking about this please, Iâm already scared, I donât need to be scared and horny.â You close your eyes and groan as his widen again, and suddenly youâre praying again, but this time you wouldnât really mind if you became one of those six elevator malfunction deaths.Â
âI donât know, maybe it would help you. There are some studies that show that stress can have aphrodisiacal impacts in women, you know?â His voice was light, but your entire body stiffened as you looked into his eyes, trying to gauge what this stranger was offering.Â
âSo what, youâre suggesting I just get more and more turned on until Iâm not worried about death?âÂ
âNo, Iâm suggesting I close the gap between us and distract you for a while.â You spared a glance down to his lips then, his tongue darting out to lick them and pulling you in closer. You nodded quickly, a small movement and he pushed his lips down into yours.Â
He was soft at first, and you almost felt like pulling away and scalding yourself for engaging in risky behavior during a near-death experience. But just as you moved to pull away, his hand came up to your hair and you melted right back into him, the kiss deepening as you slanted your neck up to give up more of yourself to him.Â
You barely feel his hands pulling you into his lap, but youâre suddenly there and so happy you are. Your free hand wanders up to his chest as he squeezes your connected digits again, sending your heart into a fit of palpitations. In a panic you pull away, groaning a little as you can feel his not stiff member poking between your legs.Â
âSorry, I donât think we exchanged names. Iâm Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N..âÂ
âNice to meet you, Y/N.â His lips fall down to your neck as he whispers the words into your skin, and you let your head fall back as his hands untangle from you and fall to your hips, encouraging your movements as you begin grinding over him.
âAnd you said we had twenty-seven minutes before weâre free, right?âÂ
âWhose the one talking too much now?â He bit into your neck sharply then, and you moaned out, battling the urge to let him take you there on the elevator floor. From itâs perch on your hip, his hand slips down and pops the button in your pants, pushing inside and finally touching you through your panties.
âThatâs it, good girl, just keep grinding down on me.â Unconsciously, you press your hips into his hands, the pressure leaving you letting out a whistful sigh of relief.Â
âGod,⌠Should we be doing this here?â Your words were unsure, but your movements werenât as you pushed yourself into him again and again, desperate to feel more of him as he rubbed circles into your clit, driving you closer and closer to your peak.Â
âLetâs assume for now that the elevator malfunction has wiped out the CCTV,â he says, lips pressing against your skin as you lose yourself in his touch again. âWe absolutely should be doing this.âÂ
His words fell straight to your core, and you felt yourself grow more aroused as you pondered being caught in such an intimate position with a stranger.
âYou think you can cum right here, baby? Think you can give me one soon?â His words almost sent you over the edge, his smile widening as your hips twitched over his.Â
âFuck, yes, yes, please, donât stop.âÂ
âNot so scared about this elevator anymore are you? Or did you want to spend your last moments coming undone in my hands?â With his words, you lost the ability to speak, simply moaning out your agreement to his every word.Â
âI think I can hear someone talking through the walls, baby, youâre going to have to cum now for me, can you do that?â You nodded to him as he increased his pace on your words, and within seconds, you were letting it all out, head falling against his shoulder as you twitched through your orgasm. He pulled his hands out of your pants quickly and pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling you up to a standing position and making you look presentable as the doors to the elevator were finally pried open from the other side.Â
âHey, how are you guys holding up in there?â The call came from the maintenance staff, and you were sudden;y thankful that heâd finished you off when he did because as horny as youâd been, actually getting caught like that was something entirely different than the fantasy of it.Â
Youâre almost sorry that you have to leave when you do, suddenly absolutely involved in helping him âdestressâ the same way heâd helped you out. But he removes his hands from you and strikes up a conversation with the maintenance staff working to get your elevator level with the floor doors. You gravitate to the back of the stall, gripping the railing while your brain catches up to the circumstances.Â
In no time, the elevator is back in working order, and you and your stranger are stepping foot on steady ground again, and saying your goodbyes. Â
âAaron Hotchnerâs office is through those doors. Up the stairs to the left.â He smiles and nods at you before turning down the corridor and leaving you there by yourself. A glance at your clock tells you youâre too late to question his words, and how he even knew where you were going. You take off down the hall, ready to profusely apologize to your new boss and pledge to take the stairs for the rest of your days.Â
When Hotch finally greets you, he has already heard about the elevator malfunction, and all is thankfully forgiven. You have to bite your tongue before asking if everyone on this floor is psychic. But youâre still late, and you have a case, so your introductions have to take place in the briefing room and you half-run, half-walk behind the older man as he makes his way down the hall.Â
âEveryone we have a new team member today, please help her out for this first one and show her the ropes.â He introduces you by name, and youâre suddenly doing your best to memorize the names of a Prentiss, a Rossi, a Morgan, a JJ, and one Penelope Garcia. They seem to be waiting for someone else, but with the clock ticking, Penelope begins debriefing you on the next case. Â
âSorry Iâm late,â a voice calls from the door, and you feel the hairs on your neck stand up in shock as everyone slowly turns to greet the newcomer.Â
âWhat time do you call this?â Morgan laughs as the familiar man approaches, and a quick glance around tells you that the only seat left at the table, which had been so obviously reserved by the pile of paper files in contrast to everyone else's digital alternatives, was right next to you.Â
âSpencer, we have a new team member, this is Y/N. Sheâll be joining us on cases from today onwards.â Hotch quickly says, and you lock eyes with the man just as he falls into his seat.Â
âI think weâre acquainted. Nice to meet you, Y/N. Iâm Spencer Reid.â The room falls silent as he holds out his hand for you to shake, and you do your best to not show your shock and embarrassment on your face. You let your hand fall into his, the same one that youâd held earlier, the same one that had worked you up to the edge and then helped you pour over it, the same one that had pulled you together afterward. You said nothing after youâd finally pulled apart, waiting for him to make the next move once again.Â
âI look forward to working with you.âÂ
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ok but w step bro! neteyam w/ âjust the tipâ đ
Infected
Stepbro Neteyam x female omatikaya reader
Words: 2.9k
Summary: While on a hunt with your stepbrother Neteyam, he comes in contact with something that makes him act⌠strange.
Warnings: explicit smut, stepcest (means theyâre not siblings related by blood, reader is adopted!), aged up characters, sex pollen, mild dub-con, dry humping, p in v, quickie, semi-public, creampie
Notes: gif made by the amazing @eclipseatsea <3 Anyways, I wrote this in one sitting wtf??đ§đťââď¸
Naâvi translations:
ThanĂŹ - little star
Neteyam is hot. No, not that kind of hotâ I mean yes, that kind too, but right now he feels hot. Feverish even.
His skin is glistening in a thin layer of sweat, breathing slightly uneven and rapid and eyes almost fully blown. The yellow of his iris has decreased into a thin ring around his pitch black pupils.
You hastily blurt the information of your stepbrothers condition into your throat comm, pacing back and forth in worry. Occasionally, you glance back at Neteyam, who was barely able to hold himself up on his feet, his back now resting against a tree trunk. Every time you looked at him over your shoulder, he seemed to slide further down the trunk, until he was finally sitting down on the ground. His eyes were still glued on you the whole time, following your every movement. You saw the way his nose scrunched and his ears laid flat against his head, his tail trashing against the ground behind his back and if you didnât know any better, you wouldâve thought that he was still hunting.
"Sweetheart, listen", Jakes voice finally snapped you out of your thoughts, "That sounds like heâs been infected with something. Did you two touch or eat anything strange? Got stung by something?"
"No? I- I donât know, dad, I really donât", you sigh, "How much longer until youâre here?"
"Twenty⌠maybe thirty minutes." Not before the eclipse starts, you think, chewing on your bottom lip as the anxiety grows worse. "Make sure he doesnât fall asleep until Iâm there and try to get him some water."
"Yes, yes okay, alright." You nod, even though he couldnât see it. "Please hurry."
"Breathe, donât panic, babygirl. Itâs going to be alright, Iâm sure itâs nothing bad", your stepfather reassures you and the soothing tone in voice actually helps you calm down a bit. "Check him for any stings, wounds or other injuries, okay? And if you find anything, report it back to me."
"Yes, sir."
You tried to focus on that order, because if you were to think even for one second about anything else, you wouldâve lost your composure once and for all. Immediately after the line went dead, you turn back to Neteyam. Heâs still sitting there, silent, unmoving, just looking at you.
"Dad will be here soon", you mumble, more to comfort yourself than him, as you step closer. "He said I need to check you for injuries."
Thereâs the slightest movement, barely even a nod from Neteyam as you kneel down in front of him, giving you permission to touch him. With shaky fingers and your heart pounding inside your chest hard enough to break your ribs, you reach out for his hands. You feel his palms first, then his wrist, but nothing. Your hands move further up, checking his arms, shoulders, his chest. Your mouths feels dry, but again, you canât find anything. Not even a splinter or the tiniest scratch. He seems completely fine. You wouldâve thought that there was nothing wrong with him, if it wasnât so obvious that there was clearly something very wrong with him.
Itâs when youâre about to check his back, shuffling closer and leaning forward for a better view, that he suddenly pulls you by your wrists and makes you straddle his lap. The air around you both felt electrifying now, every one of your senses coming alive all at once. You gasped his name in surprise, your face turning bright red from the intimate position you found yourself in, with both of his arms encircled tightly around your middle.
Itâs been a while since someone was last this close to you and you couldnât help but notice every single inch of bare skin that was now touching yours. Your thighs on his, his arms around your middle, your hands on his chestâ
But then Neteyam hisses through clenched teeth and buries his face in the crock of your neck and it immediately snaps you back to the fact that your stepbrother was sick. He was sick or injured or eywa knows what he was going through, but it seemingly caused him this much pain and distress, that he was seeking comfort in you.
Cause thatâs what it was, right? Thatâs why he pulled you into his lap. Right?
"A-Are you in pain?"
What a stupid question, you thought, face scrunching up in embarrassment. Of course he was, you knew that already. But what else were you supposed to say to him? You just had to say something, because sitting in a position like this with someone you considered family and not saying anything wouldâve made this even more awkward than it already was.
"Hmh", Neteyam only hums. His breath is warm against the skin of your throat, a constant reminder of how close he was to you like this.
"Where?"
Why did that even matter? Maybe you thought, hoped, that he could show you where, that he would point to somewhere and help you understand what was wrong with him.
Well, lucky for you, thatâs exactly what he did. With his arms still wrapped around your middle, Neteyam pushed you down harder against his lap, his own hips rising just enough to grind his hard cock against your clothed cunt. "Right there", he groans lowly and in that moment, it felt like all the blood in your veins rushed straight to your head, making you feel dizzy with heat.
You donât even know why, but instinctively, you try to push yourself off and away from him. Okay scratch thatâ you knew exactly why. Itâs not that it didnât feel good, it was the fact that it didnât feel right. Neteyam was your stepbrother, someone you werenât even supposed to touch like this! Whatever it was, that made him act the way he did, he surely wasnât himself right now. He wouldâve never⌠or would he?
You shake your head as if to shake the thoughts out of it, hands finding purchase on his shoulders and you attempt to lift yourself off of him again, but his arms hold you secured against him. "Stay. Please", Neteyam murmurs against your collarbone, "You make me feel better."
"I, uhm⌠I donât think thatâs a good ideâ"
Youâre interrupted by the sound of your own surprised squeak, when he suddenly lifts you up and quickly, probably a little too quick, lays you down against the ground with a thud. Your back was pressed against the soft grass now and his full body weight laid on top of you, his arms on either side of your head caging you in completely.
Your heart races, hammers against your ribs like a Fkio in a small cage. A new wave of heat spreads all over your body when Neteyam presses his nose against the skin of throat, inhaling as deep as his lungs could expand.
Your arousal and natural scent were so potent on his nose, it was making his mind hazy and his cock strained against his loincloth so tightly, he thought it would tear the fabric at any second. You were trying so hard to hide your own arousal, but he could smell youâ could see your flushed face, hear your panting and feel how you tried to squeeze your thighs together, if it werenât for his hips to be settled in between them.
Neteyam inhales again and his eyes flutter close. He does so, while he continues to grind his cock against your core. The outline of his length getting dragged over your folds and his tip bumping against your clothed clit makes you whimper softly, your noises only egging him on more.
"W-What are you doing?" Your voice is barely above a whisper. You sound so small and uncertainâ uncertain if you could allow yourself to feel good, to enjoy this, despite the guilt of doing something so forbidden with him.
"Iâm sorry. Feels better when i do that", Neteyam responds, burying his apologies into your skin, "Makes it hurt less." He doesnât sound uncertain, or guilty for that matter. He sounds desperate, breathless. Like heâs holding himself back.
You could feel Neteyams tail wrap itself around your calf and his breath ghost over the shell of your ear, but then you shake your head and swallow thickly, like it pains you to say this, "You should⌠probably get off of me."
Not even a second passes, before you feel him grind himself between your thighs again, hard cock gliding over your most private parts, the fabric of your loincloths only adding further to the rough friction and you could feel the wetness pool right there, soaking the fabric.
"Sorry I just⌠I canât think. Canât stop." Neteyam whispers, sending a shiver throughout your entire body.
It was the truth. He had tried to downplay the effects so as not to worry you even more, but ever since he had accidentally inhaled that weird pink dust of this strange looking flower, the one he wanted to pick for you when you had your back turned to him, it had been hard to breath. His lungs, loins, skin, everything felt on fire.
The first touch of your hands on him, skin to skin, had felt like a mouthful of fresh water, cooling down his insides. The first relief heâs had in hours.
But it still wasnât enough. He needed more. He needed you.
"Itâs okay, i know youâre in pain butâ"
You nearly moan, just barely managing to catch it before the sound leaves your throat, when he bumps against your clit again. The sounds he coaxed out of you made his blood boil inside his veins.
You had to remind yourself that this wasnât supposed to feel good, that you were in the middle of the forest, that he was your stepbrother, that his father, your stepfather was on his way to your position, but eywaâ eywa, does it feel good when he moves like thisâŚ
Neteyam growls into the crook of your neck, bucking his hips just a little harder against you, and it sounds strained, reflecting the state of his body perfectly. "Please, thanĂŹ, câmon. Fuck. Just the tip, please."
"Teyam, we⌠we shouldnât. Dadâ Dad will be here a-any minute now." Itâs a weak attempt to try and reason him. Youâre not even convinced to stop this yourself, if you were being completely honest with yourself. Biting your lip, you had to conceal another whimper from escaping, as he continues to hump you like he was experiencing his rut. At this point, you werenât sure how much more you could take of this, without giving in to your desiresâ to his desires.
Neteyam should feel sick about this. He should feel sick about it, but all he could feel was the heat in his guts, the painful throbbing of his cock and the soft of your skin pressed tight against his body.
A warm breath tickles your throat once again, feeling Neteyam inhale and exhale deeply, nosing your skin as if he tried to imprint your scent on his nostrils.
"Iâll be quick, I promise", he groans, "Eywa, you smell good, r-really good."
As his mouth wanders to your jawline, kissing and sucking, his forehead comes to rest against your cheek and you gasp. Heâs burning, his skin feels like itâs been set aflame. This is worse than any fever, worse than any rut.
"O-Okay", you finally agree, all resolve shattering to pieces.
Neteyam moves quicker than you were expecting. One of his hands wedges itself between your bodies, hastily pulling your loincloth to the side, just enough to gain access where he needed to. Thereâs no time, it seems, no time to take it slow as he fumbles with his own loincloth, flicking the fabric up and out of the way, pulling his leaking cock out from under his coverings and lining himself up with your entrance. He really couldn't think anymore, not of any consequences, not with all the blood pounding through his angry cock, desperation clinging to his body, making his mind hazy and eyes half lidded.
When he pushes your legs up with his free hand, folding you nearly in half, youâre spread wide open for him to push inside, inch after inch. The stretch as he buries himself to the hilt drives every single thought, every worry, every ounce of guilt right out of your head. Neteyam moans, he moans loud and wanton and itâs a sound of relief followed by a deep groan rumbling in his chest.
You never imagined that there was so much space inside of you, but your stepbrother happily claimed all of it, every last bit.
Eywa help him if he doesnât savor this, because he didnât know the next time heâll be able to do this again, if he was even ever allowed to. Youâre warm and wet and soft and tight, so tight. Great mother, it felt like his mind was going into overdrive as he began to thrust into you.
His face was still buried into the space between your throat and shoulder and he didnât plan on moving anytime soon. Heâd stay like this forever if he could. Neteyam wants every single breath he takes to be filled with your scent from now on. Whatever it was, that made him act like this, it made him so painfully aware of how sweet his baby sister smelled. How good she tasted, when he ran his tongue over her pulse point and how incredible she felt, wrapped around his cock like a little sleeve made just for him.
"T-Teyam, f-fuck!", itâs a high-pitched whine, followed by a little punched out noise that doesnât sound like anything thatâs ever come out of your mouth before. His movements are jerky and rough, all for the purpose of chasing his own pleasure. The obscene squelching sound from him pounding into your pussy, mixed with streams of moans filled the air around you within seconds.
"Sorry, sorry, Iâmâ fuck, Iâm sorry. You just feel so good, canât slow down", Neteyam groans into your ear, his words being the complete opposite of his actions. The movement of his thrust are deep and fast, knocking the air from your lungs and causing your eyes to roll all the way back into your head. With the way he was hammering his cock into you, you could feel the mushroomy head of it kissing your cervix over and over again, pummeling against your g-spot on the way.
Itâs okay, you want to say. You would, if you were still capable of forming any words on your tongue that werenât just mewls and curses and brabbled nonsense.
Neteyam was surely aiming to fuck the very soul out of you like this. Your hands clawed at his back, nails digging into his skin and holding on for dear life as you felt your cunt turning into a gooey mess, thanks to the mixture of his pre-cum and your own slickness leaking out of you already.
"So good, feels so good, thanĂŹ", you hear him moan next to your ear, fangs grazing your skin as he licks and nibbles on your shoulder. "O-Oh fuck, you feel amazing. So wet and t-tight."
Between the thrill of being caught and Neteyams brutal pace, it didnât take long for you to hit your peak. His cock expertly finds all the places you couldnât reach yourself, all the spots that make pleasure curl your toes and starbursts explode behind your eyelids. Neteyam licks the sweat from your collarbones like itâs something to be savored, moaning at the feeling of you squeezing his cock like you were trying to milk him for all itâs worth.
"Teyam, Teyam Iâm close, youâre gonna make me come!"
Right on cue, Neteyam hiked your leg up higher around his waist. The new angle allowed him even deeper access and you throw your head back at the new sensation. The second you felt his cock throb inside of you, your orgasm crashed down upon you like a sheet of iceâ your legs squeezing around his waist, arms tightening around his neck so much that he had trouble breathing. But that didnât stop him from fucking you like it was the only thing you were made for.
"Gonna.. haa fuck, Iâm gonna cum inside you."
Neteyam feels his orgasm building like heâs been waiting for it for years, like someone had edged him, like he hasnât had a release in forever and then it hits him like it never has before.
"Take it, shit, just take it, take my cum!"
He squeezes his eyes shut, biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood, because if he didnât, he wouldâve latched onto your shoulder like a palulukan into its prey. His hips stutter, abs tensing and then he slams into you as deep as he could go, groaning your name as rope after rope of his cum fills you.
And then, the heat inside of him was gone.
As the last droplet of his seed was successfully pumped into you, Neteyam finally felt his head clear up and he came back to himself. The both of you stayed like that for just a moment, with him panting into your neck, both of you trying not to think about what you had just done.
When Neteyam finally pulls out of you, itâs gingerly, tenderly even, almost like he didnât want to hurt you. As terribly sore and used as you felt, somehow there was a secret shard of happiness under it all. You wondered, if his coy smirk was any indication that he felt the same.
By the time Jake finally arrived, the only evidence of your sins was his cum dripping down your thighs, soaking the fabric of your loincloth.
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Pieces of You pt 2
Summary - After losing Feyre to childbirth, Rhysand finds himself leaning on one of her friends much more than he'd ever expected.
Warnings - panic attack, a well-deserved breakdown, negative thoughts, death of partners, sickness
A/N - đ
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You hadn't gotten used to waking up with Rhysand beside you. The High Lord had shown up the day after visiting Nyx for the first time, pulling a few bags from his pocket world, and moved in. That was 2 weeks agoÂ
He had started in the guest room. Opting to move Nyx's bassinet in there, he slowly realized caring for Nyx was impossible without you. Nyx was not comforted by his scent the way he was yours yet. He enjoyed the warmth of Rhysand's skin, but that skin wasn't the skin that held him so close those first few critical days. Plus, and most importantly, Rhys could not feed him. The one time they tried the mixed powder substance Madja had made for them, Nyx had a look of betrayal gracing his small face before gagging. He cried until you couldn't emotionally take it anymorez glaring at his clueless father as you sat on the floor and fed him. You were too attached to the heir, and him you. He was your son, and you were the closest thing he knew to a mother.
Rhys had accidentally pulled you close to him during the short nap, arm tight around your waist, head buried in your hair. He had fallen into heavy sleep for the first time since welcoming himself in. It was so heavy that he couldn't hear the soft grunts coming from his son. You tried wiggling from his grasp, almost struggling for breath as his grip grew tighter.Â
It shouldn't have affected you the way it was. Being held so tightly was like having a knife stabbed into your chest over and over. It felt like ripping and tearing fine hair from your arm. Sharp, dull, aching, soothing. You finally freed yourself and had to back away to breathe, to forcely remind yourself that wasn't your husband, your mate, holding you. He'd never get to do that again. You'd never feel his arms scarred from years at sea and in port wrapped around your waist. You'd never smell the salt air and sunshine that clung to him like second skin again.Â
You'd never feel that tug again. That warmth spreading through you as he sent his love. Instead, you were empty. You were a shell of a female, walking on borrowed time, on borrowed life.Â
You had always thought you would fade if he was gone. That you would leave this world when he did, dying of a broken heart, yet here you were, living, breathing, mourning.Â
You shook your head, wrapping and clipping your hair before moving to Nyx and gently picking him up. You'd keep going for the babies. You would push for the babies.Â
Feyre told you once the Suriel had asked her to leave the world a better place, and your mate had once told you the world would have been better if everyone loved the way you did. Ensuring Nyx and Morwenna lived, ensuring they were loved, it would fulfill both of those wishes.Â
You could feel everything later. Lose your mind and heart when Rhys took the babies out for the day. You needed to be strong now, though. Be the anchor all three of them needed you to be.
You kissed his forehead softly, going to take him out of the room to eat when the soft scent of the sea hit you.Â
And you didn't know, but Rhys had pulled your pillow closer, welcoming the soft scent of pear that lingered there despite your absence.Â
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Rhys kneeled before you, stroking your face as tears fell.
Wen was refusing to eat, sleeping heavily, and not herself. He had called for Madja, trying to calm you as you cradled her closely. He wanted to take her, to hold her the way you were. He had grown attached to his Little Mor ao quickly, welcoming her so warmly into his heart that it pained him to see you two like this. He saw Little Mor as his daughter. He loved her the same way he loved Nyx, his little ones.Â
Relief flooded him as Azriel walked Madja in. Old hands coming to linger over the small girl. âYou need to breathe, y/n,â the healer knew the breakdown you were having was about much more than your daughter. It was a matter of time before this happened. âRhys, will you take y/n away while I look over our sweet Morwenna?âÂ
Azriel reached, holding eye contact with you as he took your daughter. Azriel knew a dangerous animal when he saw it. A mother panicking over the health of her baby as a male she had only recently met took said baby was dangerous, deadly even if provoked.Â
He knew what was happening to you as the sobs became uncontrollable. Wrecking through your body as your mind played the worst-case scenario over and over again.Â
The house seemed to creak and groan under the weight of your power flaring, making him grateful Cassian and Elain had taken Nyx for a walk when everyone realized Morwenna may have been sick. And making him wonder how the hell you had gone undetected for so long. He craddled Little Mor close to him, backing away before setting down for Madja to examine.Â
âTake her to another room, Rhysand. I cannot focus with her magic choking everything out.âÂ
Rhys picked you up, carrying you back into your shared bedroom before setting you on the ground. âBreathe,â he whispered softly. His hands were resting on your upper arms, empathy lacing his features as he watched an all too similar moment of weakness.
âIf she dies I don't know what I'll do. She's all I have left.â
âShe will not die-â
âShe's my everything. She's why I get up. Why I'm doing this. She's my world.â
âShe will be fine-â
âI can't lose her. I can't. It'll be too much.â
Rhys watched as your mask cracked. As everything fell apart. He heard your mental shields crumbling as you were. He had this impression you had moved on quickly, that you were not as broken as he was, but he was clearly wrong.Â
You kept going for Little Mor.
You kept going for Nyx.
You stayed for him.Â
You fought the dying of that light inside you, one he had already allowed to extinguish for them. You were selflessly fighting darkness for them.Â
He held your face in his eyes wide and searching as the panic attack began.Â
He did the only thing he knew for moments like this. Something Feyre had done countless times for him when his mind took over, poisoning him and his thoughts.
Rhys crashed his lips onto yours, shocked at how well you two fit, at how you were like that last piece of stained glass being added into a tight spot due to miscalculation and poor design.
Rhys relaxed fully into the kiss, a hand going to your hair as the other stayed on your cheek.
And, as if the Fates were mocking him again, he felt a small kindling inside of him restart.
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A content Rhys, the curtain gently blowing in the breeze, the texted soft grey wall behind the High lord, his black cotton shirt, your hands on his chest.
The feeling of soft lips pressed in yours, that buttery fabric as you gripped it, his muscles moving in his arms as he pulled you closer, his hands. His warm, gentle hands.
Birds chirping, soft muffled whispers from another room, your heartbeat, or maybe that was Rhysand's .
Citrus and sea salt.
Expensive whiskey.
Your eyes closed, mind completely shut off to anything but the first sign of affection you had in weeks, and you leaned into him, kissing him back until you were both breathless.Â
He pulled away then, watching as your eyes mixed with emotion, looking up at him in shock, in adoration.Â
âFeyre used to kiss me when I would begin to get lost in my thoughts they way you were,â his hands lingered in those positions, thumb stroking your cheek. âIt always helped me shut my brain off.â
You nodded, still leaned into him closely, mind lost to everything but that odd feeling of warmth settling into your chest. âCan-â
âYes,â he answered before you could even ask, and he kissed you again.Â
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lavender haze - a.a
pairing: abby anderson x f!reader
summary: you find yourself at abby anderson's house party, turns out she's a really attentive host. (no outbreak au)
warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI) mentions of alcohol (they both have like 1 beer, 2 max) and smoking, abby (she's a warning), owen (he's a trigger warning let's be real), fingering, pet names (pretty girl, baby), semi-public sex, biting, slightly mean abby but like in a hot way.
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a little note: first abby fic, low-key nervousđ not betaâd cause iâm sleepy. part two to little miss sunshine is coming but also iâm being lazy. anyways this is for my fellow girl kissers, love u bye x
A heavy beat thumps through the floor as you move through the crowded kitchen. Flashing lights and grinding bodies envelope your senses and you grip your bottle a little tighter, pushing through the crowd until you're practically tumbling out of the back door.
You round the corner, finding comfort in the shadows and take a deep breath. The evening breeze and cool brick soothes your warm skin, the slight drip of condensation from your bottle dripping down your fingers.
You hadn't expected to spend your Saturday evening amongst a sea of sweaty bodies and smoke, but Ellie had forced your hand, refusing to let you spend another weekend cooped up on the sofa.
The same Ellie who had conveniently ducked out on you the second she saw Dina.
You're no stranger to this type of thing, but recently the solitude of your home has outweighed any desire to go out partying. Even now, in the throes of it all, a minute alone away from it feels good. You tilt your head back, eyes closed trying to extract just a moment of calm from the screeching and playlist of 90's throwbacks.
"Hey stranger."
Even in the dim light you can tell she looks good. A tight black tee stretches across her broad shoulders, moulding to her trim waist. Her arms bulge slightly when she takes a sip from her beer, eyes never leaving yours.
"Hey Abs."
Abby Anderson. Friend by proxy, craved by default. She'd worked her way into your silly little brain the day she met you with her coy smiles and rasping voice. You still remember her knocking at your bedroom door, her body taking up most of the frame as she asked for the code to the wifi.
Why Ellie couldn't just give it to her you don't know, but you couldn't complain. She'd hunched over your shoulder, repeating every digit bsck to you as she typed it into her phone. Then, before she left she gave you a simple friendly pat on the thigh and said âthanks pretty girlâ with one of those half tipped smiles.
You spent the nights following face down in your pillow, riding your fingers imagining it was her strap pushed deep inside you.
She continues watching you, skin tinted purple and half concealed by the shadows. The silence stretches to an almost uncomfortable width between you and you clear your throat.
âNice party.â Maybe you shouldâve stayed silent. Abby just shakes her head and smiles, clearly amused by your futile attempts at conversation. For a while she just stands there, nursing her bottle, always watching you.
âYouâve been avoiding me?â She speaks after a moment. Abby loves this, making you squirm. Making statements and disguising them behind questions. You take a special interest in your scuffed shoes avoiding her gaze, because beneath her insufferable cockiness, sheâs not lying.
Being in her presence alters your brain chemistry piece by piece until all that swirls around you there is Abby Abby Abby. Still you donât give her the satisfaction of an answer, settling on shrugging your shoulders instead.
She takes a step closer and suddenly the brick against your back feels icy rather than soothing. Youâre trapped beneath her gaze and her slow approach.
âCâmon pretty girl, you not gonna give me an answer?â There she goes again with that pretty girl. Questions that arenât really questions. Maybe if she was less everything youâd be able to function like a regular human being around her.
âNo apologies? No sorry for making you miss me Abby, huh?â Sheâs so ridiculously close to you now, making her demands. Sheâs putting her cards down on the table, waiting, pushing until you pull and unravel the thread between you two.
âWhat are you doing Abs?â You feel the ghost of her knuckles tracing your arm, leaving a burning fire in their wake. She takes another step closer, until your shoes bump one another.
âTell me to stop.â She puts her bottle down, resting her now empty palm against the brick, inches above your head. âYou tell me right now to turn around and walk back into that party and I will.â
âI-â
Sheâs everywhere. In your dreams when you sleep, on your mind when you wake. And now sheâs here. In the flesh. She smells like pine and alcohol, sweet with a bitter edge, grounding you in what youâre struggling to believe is reality. Your words die on your lips. Of course you donât want her to leave, youâd do just about anthony to make her stay.
âHm, thatâs what I thought.â
Her broad nose nudges your cheek, cold against your burning skin. She presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips, a taunting smirk lighting up her features as you keen for more. Her forefinger and thumb grip your chin ever so lightly, eyes trained on your lips, making you stew in the unrelenting tension.
Finally, her lips touch yours, slow and exploring at first, as though she wants to savour the moment as much as you do.
Her hands grip the glass bottle as your hands go lax at your sides, placing it next to hers on the old rusting barbecue.
Then her hands are on your hips, rough yet soft, commanding your movements and giving you the chance to back away all at once. You donât.
Abby has never been a patient person. She always takes what she wants when she wants it. You canât complain though, she does it do damn well. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up with your body. Abby Anderson is kissing you, not in some dream where she evaporates into the harsh morning sun, not in some shower time fantasy that runs up your water bill. Sheâs here. Tangible. Kissing you.
She tastes faintly of mint and cheep beer, her soft tongue moving harshly against yours as she all but claims you in a kiss. Her thumbs stroke the soft skin of your stomach, the rough pads of her fingers a source of electricity.
You rest your hands in the nape of her neck, pulling her impossibly closer. Her soft blond hair tickles your fingertips and when she nips your lower lip, your back arches, moulding you perfectly into her.
Her thumb strokes just above your bellybutton, small torturous circles sending your stomach into spasms and your thighs clenching. Itâs impossible to stay as calm and collected as her, especially as she pops the button on your jeans, taking her sweet sweet time to pull down the zipper.
Her lips suckle on the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a pretty purple mark. Itâs so visible, unable to be hidden by your shirt. No matter where you go tonight, everyone will know that Abby Anderson has claimed your body. Not that she didnât already own your mind and soul.
Her rough fingers, tracing the your damp cotton panties, not giving your enough pressure to truly feel her. But sheâs there. So close to where you need her.
âPlease.â Your voice is quiet and hoarse, every function of your being focused on getting Abby to touch you. You desperately push your hips into her, gasping from the small bit of pleasure thatâs not nearly enough to give you relief.
She pouts at you, removing her hand entirely and you wonder how she could be so cruel and give you so much at the same time.
Youâre surprised you donât fold there and then, that single touch enough to have you needling against her lips. She presses her fingers against your sensitive clit, rubbing in small circles, trailing down to your sipping hole and back up. She keeps you like that for a while, on the edge of pleasure, desperate and doe eyed all for her.
Maybe itâs the way you whisper her name like a prayer, or the soft dazed glint in your pretty eyes, but she relents sliding a finger inside of you right to the knuckle, pressing her lips against yours to quieten your soft sounds.
You grip the tight material of her shirt, anchoring yourself to her as you get lost in her taste, her scent, her sounds.
âMore. Please Abs. Need to feel you.â She didnât think it would take so little to get you babbling like this, half way to sinking into her like a rag doll. She presses another of her digits into you, groaning as your tight wet channel greedily sucks her in.
âYouâre so good for me baby.â Her lips are warm and soft against your cheek when she pecks you, a stark contrast to the images she has of you floating around her head, or the way her hand moves between your legs.
âGonna let me stretch you open, ruin this perfect little cunt?â Another demand. One that has you clamping down on her. You nod, the only words on your lips her name. Abby Abby Abby over and over.
The pads of her fingers nudge something inside of you when she curls her fingers, palm smacking your clit with the force of her thrusts. She actually chuckles when your eyes roll back into your head and your mouth opens. You look so pretty like this, bent to her will.
She alternates her thrusts, keeping you panting from her unforgiving pace one moment and whining from the slow grinds the next.
But itâs not enough for her, for either of you. Her hands make quick work of helping you yank your t-shirt up and bra down, exposing you to any prying eyes.
The image would startle anyone, Abbyâs build frame hunched over you, her hand down your trousers as she sucks at your exposed breasts, barely concealed by the shadows, not even 10 steps from the porch.
"Such perfect tits." The light breeze picks up slightly, brushing over your sensitive nipples, wet with Abby's spit.
âAbby, fu-uckâ Your voice breaks off into a harsh moan when her teeth sink into your flesh. Itâs barely enough to hurt, but it leaves a small mark, like her own personal claim on you. You buck your hips further into her hand, almost buckling when the rough callous of her thumb presses against your clit.
She has some type of power over you. The kind where your brain takes a while to catch up with the rest of you, leaving you to blurt out stupid things.
âImagined you fuckin me dumb on your strap, making me take it.â Your breath catches in your throat when her wrist flexes, changing her angle slightly. âFeels so good.â
A triumphant grin breaks out on her face and she tilts her head slightly, swallowing down her own moan.
"You think about me when you're playing with this pretty cunt of yours?" She whispers, breath hot against the shell of your ear. âDonât go all quiet on me now.â
Youâre a babbling incoherent mess, bent to her will. Your body moves as one with hers, your lips move when she tells you, your brain turns to mush as she wishes. In this moment youâre hers. All you can do is nod.
âDid you leave your door open on purpose? You want me to catch you lookin so pretty with your ass in the air, huh? Whining my name like a bitch?â Thereâs a condescending edge to her voice that spurs you on more than youâd like to admit.
Any initial embarrassment youâd felt is washed away the instant you realise that she had enjoyed it just as much as you. Abby Anderson enjoyed perving on you as much as you enjoyed the thought of her using you into the mattress.
âYou love it donât you, knowing I watched you fuck yourself.â You canât contain the whine that bubbles up and out of your throat, paying no mind to the fact that someone could be listening.
She laughs again.
âYeah, you fuckin do.â
You rest your hands on her stomach, her muscles rippling beneath your fingers with each precise movement. You let your hands roam, wondering if she'd let you pin her down and rub your puffy clit against each perfectly sculpted ridge.
"Abby!" a voice calls from somewhere around the corner, "Abs where are you?"
Your head turns quickly, seeking out the disembodied voice in the dimly lit garden. You should push her away, maybe pull your shirt down and have some decorum. But of course sheâd never let you, instead pressing her body closer to yours, keeping you exactly where she wants you.
âNo no no, eyes on me, thats it pretty girl.â Her fingers grasp your chin, forcing your eyes away from where the vaguely familiar voice had called out to her.
The sound of her fingers fucking into your messy cunt is downright filthy, drowned out only by the spike in music when someone steps outside. You grip her braid when she hunches over, tongue flicking at your nipples again. Her lips are soft yet torturous when she suckles on them, pulling wanton moans from you.
She hooks her fingers, grinding her palm down on your clit, shifting her other hand from your chin to your lips, muffling your cries.
âHe doesnât get to see you like this.â Your nails dig into her biceps when her pace becomes bruising. âCâmon baby, use me, cum all over my hand.â
You have no choice to comply. Thereâs no way you couldnât when youâre practically riding her hand, her thick fingers so perfectly hitting every spot you need them. She pushes her palm flat against your sensitive clit, teeth scraping lightly over the marks on your tits and youâre done for.
You press your hips into her hand, riding out your orgasm as the world becomes a little hazy, a slight ringing in your ears as you all but gush all over her palm.
Gazing up at her barely illuminated face, she looks about as wrecked as you feel. Her pretty cheeks are tinted pink and her lips are a swollen cherry red. She looks so pretty like this. A slight bit of jealously sets in your stomach when you consider anyone else seeing her like this. Itâs stupid but it should be for you and you only.
She presses her sweet lips to yours, letting you grind down on her once more and removes her fingers from your wrecked panties. The kiss is messy, the two of you moaning into each others mouths like there isnât a party going on a few feet away.
She pulls back, only slightly, enough to take in your half lidded gaze and swollen lips. Her thumb traces your bottom lip as she mutters under her breath "fucking Owen," listening to him call out her name but making no effort to move.
When his voice grows closer she steps away from you, sighing. He's not going to let up. She tentatively pulls your shirt down and helps you fix your trousers, pressing small kisses to your cheeks.
"Come find me later, yeah?" It's not so much a request as it is a command. One you find yourself easily obliging to.
Then she's gone, stepping into the glow of the purple lights, surrounded by tendrils of swirling smoke from someone's cigarette. She follows Owen for a few paces and pauses.
She's nonchalant when she turns to you and presses her fingers to her tongue, sucking your slick from them with a barely there smirk.
You watch as she follows Owen inside, leaving you slumped against the wall, jeans unbuttoned, body just as hot as when you stepped outside.
in conclusion i love my wife đŤśđž (also hc/drabble recs are open for now đ)
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If it would be okay, could I request a breeding kink(not sure if that's in the extreme category or not) Sanji x Reader where reader wants him to finish inside her and it 'does things' to him? đ
Vanilla Filling(NSFW)
Sanji x Chubby!Reader
!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!
A/N: S-soft Sanji that loves you so muchâŚ.. that is allâŚ
warning: breeding, creampie, whimpering, pussy eating, heâs a lil pathetic but that makes him hot
It had been nearly a month since the last time Sanji had his darling in his bed. Having sex on a ship with a bunch of other people wasnât exactly the easiest thing in the world to do, considering most of his comrades had heightened senses. Sanji didnât really care too much about who knew when he was having sex, be he knew you would, so he waited.
The wait was agonizing for the both of you, but surprisingly it was you that suffered the most. It didnât help that you were going into ovulation, and all you wanted was your boyfriend to help relieve the intense heat in your body.
He was in the kitchen, preparing dinner when you walked in, a towel on your head, drying your hair after swimming around with Nami. The second Sanji spotted you, he melted, opening his arms to pull you in close and bury his face in your neck.
Sanji didnât yell in excitement when he saw you like he did with other girls, because he didnât love them. You were his everything, his princess, so he held you right, showing his adoration for you by placing a kiss on the nape of your neck and gently rubbing your back. âDid you have a nice time in the sea, my princess?â
You gave him a nod, relaxing as he held you against him. âYeah⌠missed you, thoughâŚâ
He had trouble breathing when your lips brushed against his neck, leaving a trail of kisses to his jaw. âI m-missed you too, princess.â
Sanji moved his hands to your plump hips, giving them a soft squeeze before wandering to your ass. âSanji, baby⌠itâs been too longâŚâ
The sound of the rowdy residents of the ship faded as he looked down at his princess. Your chubby cheeks were warm, your body pressed against his. âI know, princess. I⌠fuck I need you so badâŚâ
A whine left your mouth as he picked you up, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you in place. âI canât take it anymore⌠letâs go to your room.â
You didnât protest, not one single bit when the row of you fell into bed, kissing and touching. He couldnât keep his hands off of your plump curves, his touch feeling like heaven on your needy body. When he lowered his face to your crotch, you couldnât help but whine.
Sanji was a lover that got off on your pleasure, so hearing you mewl as he tongue lapped at your cunt through your panties made his pants tight. He couldnât get your panties off quick enough.
You gasped when he buried his face into your pussy, feeling his tongue go straight for your clit. Just by that you understood just how much he had been holding back. Usually your lovely boyfriend started with soft kitten licks to get you warmed up, but not this time. He dived in, his tongue circling your clot before taking the sensitive bud between his lips to suck on it.
When his fingers sunk into your cunt, you couldnât help but shove his face further into your pussy, causing him to moan pathetically. His gently nibbled at your puffy pussy lips, looking up at you adoringly. Truly, he could go at this for ours most days, but today he was feeling particularly needy.
He almost always got you to cum before he fucked you, but this time was different. Sanji fumbled to pull his pants off, parley getting his boxers pushed out of the way before sinking into your pretty pussy. Just the feeling of your warm, tight walls clenching around him had his grips on your fat hips tightening.
âF-fuck, princess⌠canât take itâŚâ
He gazed down at you as your tits and tummy bounced with each thrust. âSo pretty⌠mmph, all mine, my perfect little angelâŚâ
His climax was coming way faster than usual, but so was yours. When he moved to pull out and replace his cock with his fingers, you stopped him, crying out. âN-no, want it inside!â
He paused, his eyes going wide. His pretty princess was sprawled underneath him, begging to have him cum inside of her⌠the thought of filling up her womb, getting the love of his life pregnant had him placing his hand over her chubby tummy.
âAnything you want, princessâŚâ
He kept going, pounding into her as he imagined her belly swelling with his seed, her breasts getting heavy with milk. Why did the thought of her carrying his child get him going?
Sanji came faster than he ever had before, holding onto her hips as he spilled inside of her, painting her walls white. As she panted beneath him, coming down from her own high, he couldnât help but run his hand over her belly, biting his lip.
âPrincess⌠youâll be such a good motherâŚâ
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Hi! If youâre down/comfortable I have a request for mammon accidentally walking in on MC touching themselves and then noticing theyâre (only) wearing a shirt they had borrowed from him đ I keep thinking about how the brothers would react differently to this, but especially him lol
I am a WHORE for this prompt! Anon you chad sigma giggacock having babe.
MDNI 18+ NSFW, Dom! Mammon, possessiveness, MC masturbating, AFAB! gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous, Bad Dragon dildo use, spit swapping, dirty talk, Mammon jerks off into you, spitting, teasing, Mammon leaves you high and dry
You had gotten into the habit of locking your door whenever you decided to have a little 'you time'. You didn't want your demon housemates walking in on you with your fingers deep inside yourself seeing how they disregarded knocking with such a passion. Maybe it was the long day at RAD or just the exhaustion from classes in general but you forgot to lock your door this one time. That's how you ended up frozen in place with Mammon equally stunned and frozen in the doorway while you were mid thrust pushing your Bad Dragon up your pussy. Your legs were spread wide open to make room for the big toy with your back pressed against the wall. The shirt you stole from Mammon for pajamas was bunched up around your waist to give you more room to fuck yourself. You were essentially on display with your pussy stretched wide. You quickly pulled your knees together and tucked your legs in to try to hide the toy currently stretching you to your limit.
Mammon made a sputtering noise before slamming your door shut and locking it. "Stupid human," he grumbled, "what do ya think you're doin'?!" You could see the obvious tent in his pants starting to form. "Anyone of those schmucks could have walked in on ya fucking yourself!" At this point Mammon was frantically removing his jacket to discard wherever it landed on the floor to move onto his shirt all the while he marched towards you. He unbuttoned his jeans giving a hiss of relief at the lessened pressure on his hard cock. "I thought I locked my door!" you tried to defend yourself but Mammon wasn't hearing it. He knelt on the bed and kicked your legs open using his knee. Each of his hands was pressed on your knees to keep your legs spread. "And what are ya doin' using this?" He grabbed the base of your toy and shoved it in until the base brushed your clit. You gasped and moaned out at the sudden feeling of being so full. "Mammo-" "Shut up!" Mammon growled pulling your toy out then jamming it right back up your cunt. "You like that?" he said under his breath, "you like having your pussy stretched out like this?" Mammon slid his other hand down your thigh to hold your waist while he continued fucking you on your own dildo. His paused for a second when his fingers made contact with the shirt you were wearing and took in the image before him. You were sweating with lust wearing his clothes and fucking yourself open on a monster cock.
You were wearing his clothes.
Mammon took a tense breath in as a wet stain slowly grew on the front of his boxers. "Fuck," he mumbled under his breath before taking your lips between his own. You moaned into his mouth bucking and rolling your hips against the faux cock he moved it in and out of you. Your hands found their perch on his neck gripping the baby hairs that grew there. Mammon groaned against your lips before taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging slightly earning a shaky moan from you. "Look at you," Mammon said in a breathless voice. "All fucked out in my shirt." He leaned down to attack your neck with bites. You could feel him sucking on the sensitive skin then leaving harsh bite marks around where he left a hickey. You were sure he was doing this to mark his territory in a way. "You're so good at takin' cock," Mammon moaned watching how your pussy swallowed the toy. "I wanna see you cum on this thing." Mammon thrusted the toy into you faster causing sparks of pleasure to ignite inside your abdomen. You could feel the orgasm building in your stomach and in your thighs as he moved to rub your clit with his other hand while continuing to thrust the toy into you.
"Fuckin' slut," Mammon growled. "In here rubbing your pussy when you should have called me!" You cried out when the band in your stomach finally snapped and the waves of your orgasm crashed against you. "Yeah," Mammon said with his eyes trained on your fucked-out face, "that's it baby." He slowly calmed his thrusting down until he fully pulled the toy out of you earning a small whine of over-stimulation from having such a big object slide against your walls once again.
Through half-lidded eyes you watched Mammon take the toy into his mouth to suck all of your juices off of it before tossing it to the side. He leaned in to take your lips into his once again which you happily accepted then squeaked in shock as he pushed his spit mixed with your pussy juices into your mouth. Mammon gripped your jaw as he pulled away leaving a string of saliva connecting your faces. "Swallow," he ordered squishing your cheeks slightly. You obeyed and took the debauched mixture down your throat causing Mammon to release a pleased groan. "So fuckin' good for me," he moaned going back in to kiss at your neck. "Mammon," you moaned, brushing your hands down his shoulders and across his toned chest. "Say my name again," he said shakily into your neck. You took one of his nipples between your forefinger and thumb giving hims a teasing pinch, "Mammon, I was thinking about you before you walked in."
You couldn't tell if the gasp he let out was from your confession or the stimulation to his chest.
"What were you thinkin' bout?" Mammon groaned with his face pressed into your neck.
"You."
"Fuck, MC, I know that! What was I doin'?"
"I was thinking about having your cock in my throat."
You felt Mammon shiver at that.
"And you using my holes as your personal cum dump."
Mammon gripped your waist with a tense grip. The fabric underneath his touch a further reminder to him who you gave yourself to. Who was your first man and who will always be yours. "Fuck yeah," he said breathlessly, "only I get to pour my cum in ya." You shivered and nodded in agreement with your lower lip between your teeth. Mammon rose from his nesting spot between your neck and shoulder to press his forehead to yours. You stared at his lust filled face with dreamy eyes.
"MC," Mammon said in a breathy voice, "I need you so bad."
You ran your fingers through his white hair and leaned in to kiss his nose. Mammon felt his face warm with your gentle affection. His hands snaked lower to grip your hips and squeeze the fat there. Your own hand moved to pull his throbbing cock from his boxers. Mammon moaned your name at the feeling of your fingers on the velvety skin of his cock. Your skilled hand grasped his shaft and pulled up and down at a gentle pace.
"You're so handsome, Mammon," you said holding the back of his neck so he couldn't move his face away from yours. You could feel Mammon's breathing pick up from the intense eye contact. "Fuck MC," Mammon moaned, "I don't know if I could go a day without feeling that sweet pussy around me." You smashed your face against his in a passionate yet sloppy kiss. The sweet whines and groans Mammon made against your lips made you shiver in delight. You could feel his cock twitch and pulse under the palm of your hand signaling to you that he was getting close.
Mammon separated first from the kiss leaving a trail of spit connecting your lips which he gladly licked up. He grabbed the wrist of your hand that was rubbing his throbbing cock to still its movements. "I don' wanna waste my cum like that, baby," Mammon groaned trying to hold back his hips from thrusting into your soft hand. "Lemme cum inside you, please." Your eyebrows furrowed in awe of the pleading tone Mammon took on. "Yes, baby," you breathed, "you can cum inside me." Mammon swore under his breath as he flipped your lower body up so your knees were pressed against your shoulders. Your breath became shallower in this position and you could feel the back of your thighs straining against Mammon's hold. "Hold your legs up, baby," Mammon grumbled running his muscular hand up and down the back of your thigh. You nodded and grabbed the back of your knees to hold yourself open the best you can. Your pussy slobbered in the presence of Mammon making him knowingly smirk. This was for him, the pleasure he brought you and the pleasure your body brought to him was all his for the taking.
Giving his cock a couple pumps, Mammon lined himself up to your hole only pushing the head of his cock inside of you. You looked up at Mammon with a pleading gaze but the demon only chuckled. "Gonna use ya as my personal cum dump," he teased now vivaciously rubbing the shaft of his cock. "Gonna remind you whose pussy this is." You moved your hips the best you could in this position to get any stimulation inside of your pussy. Mammon groaned at the feeling of your velvety walls moving around the sensitive head of his cock. Mammon lurched forward propping himself up on one of his hands that slammed right next to your head. He grit his teeth and let out a gurgled whine before shooting thick ropes of cum into your pussy. You gasped at the warm feeling inside of you before Mammon pulled the head of his cock out allowing some of his release to dribble out.
"Mammon-" you were cut off when the demon placed his hand over your mouth and used you as leverage to push himself up. "There's a good human," Mammon groaned seeing his seed drip out of your spent hole. He let his hand run down across your torso to your thigh enjoying the simple texture of your skin. Then when you least expected it, he worked up some saliva and spat on your dripping cunt. You gasped feeling his spit drool down your folds.
"Gotta shoot in about 30 minutes," Mammon said before tucking his cock back into his pants, "I'll be back later today." And with that he pushed himself off of your bed and left your room leaving you speechless and wanting for more.
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Hiya! Lemme start of by saying, Iâm a HUGE fan of you and your commitment to bringing our sad cowboy infinite orgasms. Out here doing the lords work. I was just wondering, if youâre still doing requests, could we get some cock warming? Idk why the idea of that makes me so feral. I just need it. Do what you wish with it, should it strike your muse. I do prefer HH Arthur⌠đ. I jus love your writing and hope you are doing well!
Snowbound
Arthur Morgan x F!Reader
Smut (18+), MDNI
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âI d-donât know w-why you thought this was good idea.â
A gruff snort is your response, and you can do nothing more than bury your wind-chapped face into the back of his heavy coat, your arms around his waist as the horse beneath you struggles through the snowdrift. The scarf wrapped around your head barely takes the edge off the biting chill.
Follow up on a lead about some abandoned riches in the mountains, it couldnât still be snowing up there, he said. So goddamn sure of himself.
âTh-this is de-decidedly the m-most unromantic t-thing ever, Arthur M-Morgan.â Your muffled voice cracks against the fabric of his coat.
âAlrighâ, alright. Arthur huffs, his breath visible in the cold air, âThereâs a place round the other side of the lake we can get outta the wind.â
An icy gust blows across the frozen Barrow Lagoon and you squeal miserably as you tuck yourself in behind Arthur once again. He curses as he leads the horse over to that abandoned cabin.
The mare slogs around the lagoonâs shoreline, finally reaching the cabin as Arthur extends his arm to help you slide off from her rump. He follows, landing heavily in the snow. You slowly make your way into the cabin as Arthur leads his horse to a covered area on the side of the small abode.
By the time he has the horse settled, youâve started a small fire in the cast iron stove, long abandoned. You stand in front of it, rubbing your hands furiously.
âIâm so c-coldâŚâ you whine, your voice cracking as you huddle into yourself. This abandoned cabin on the lakeâs shore did little to stave off the cold outside.
He shrugs the coat off and wraps it around your shoulders; it dwarves you as you frown, looking up at him.
âArthur -â You scold, trying to bat off the coat.
He frowns, âCâmon, sweetheart. You ainât got enough meat on your bones to keep warm, âm fine.â
You succeed in pulling the coat off, and shove it back at his chest. Before he can respond, you point toward the floor a few feet away from the stove he had gotten lit. âSit down. We can share the coat.â
Arthur grumbles under his breath, but acquiesces. He grunts as he lowers himself to the floor, crossing his legs as he pulls the heavy coat around his shoulders, holding it open for you to crawl into his lap.
âWell, ainât we sharin?â
You nod, taking the two steps closer to him, but to his surprise, you donât turn to sit in his lap with your back toward him. In one fluid motion, you hitch your skirt up and spread your legs on either side of him before lowering yourself down, facing him.
You situate yourself, your legs winding around his hips, your chests pressed together, your skirts parted around him. It takes him a flustered moment to settle his hands at your waist, looking up at you with a blush blazed across his cheekbones. You give him a sly smile back as you wind your arms around his neck, sitting fully in his lap, a head above him as you settle down.
His eyes blaze even wider as you roll your core against his rapidly filling cock. Before he can say anything, you press your lips hard against his, his hat falling down the floor. It takes him several surprised seconds before he returns the kiss and tightens his grip around you.
You cannot help but to grind yourself against him, and his hands move down your back to cup your rear, holding you tighter into his embrace. It seems that he has finally gained his confidence as he squeezes the globes of your rear hard.
He pulls away from your lips and pants slightly, frowning, âAs much as I want to, don't think its a good idea to take our clothes off.â
You roll your hips over his again and he digs his teeth into his bottom lip to stop himself from groaning, âD-donât need to -â you trail off as you start to pull at the hem of your skirt, bunching it up at your waist.
Arthur gets your drift immediately, leaning backward and unbuttoning his pants and union suit as you lean up on to your knees above his lap. You grasp at your bloomers, pulling one leg open as Arthur draws his hard cock out from where he had unbuttoned his clothing. One of his hands reaches to your hip to brace you, as one of your hands rests on his shoulder to do the same.
He grasps the base of his cock as you hold your bloomers to the side, and you slowly lower down onto him, sucking in a breath as the hard column of his flesh pierces you - stretches you. After a few moments, you are able to take him fully, and the backs of your thighs rest in his lap.
âJ-just stay there,â you breathe, one of your hands gently moving from his his back to softly trace his jaw, âLet me keep you warm.â
Arthurâs eyes flutter shut as he leans into your touch. His large arms wound around you tighten as he leans his forehead against yours.
There's an odd sort of pride you have in this moment - where he had been wrapping you in his coat, in his arms, trying to keep you warm - you can at least do this for him. For all the time his strength and size had been used for you - protecting you, providing for you, keeping you warm - you cannot help to smile as you note the tenseness of his jaw subside. You can give him this.
Wound so tightly between each other, you press your lips against his before playfully clenching the muscles of your core. Arthurâs eyes shoot open and he cannot stifle the groan that escapes from his chest, deep and low.
âD-do that again.â He pants, nuzzling his cheek against yours, his arms pulling you against him tighter.
He squirms against you, his hips bucking up a little as you clench against him. He draws his arms around you tighter - you're smothered in him - and groans aloud as he buries his face into your bosom.
âGod, darlinâ, youâre so warm-â
You tighten your legs around him, pressing your face into the curve of his shoulder. He jolts against you as you clench down on him again.
âCould you come like this?â You breathe into his ear.
He pulls back, his pupils blown wide and rimmed only slightly blue. He nods, almost dumbly, pleasure-addled and unable to speak.
The two of you drown in the intimacy. At his silent answer, you swear you gush a little, your cunt so full of him that you swear you'd never feel so complete again. You thread your fingers through his hair, his hands sweep lovingly around your back.
âCome for me.â You whisper, cupping his cheeks in your hands, tilting his head back slightly recenter his gaze into your eyes.
Arthur breathes out heavily, squeezing his eyes shut as he shudders beneath you, and you feel warmth blossom between you - he fills you with his need, his devotion, he fills you with himself.
Overwhelmed by it all, you tuck your head into his shoulder as he pants against your collarbone. You whine softly as you come also, a soft, gentle tipping over the edge, shuddering around him for a moment. The two of you come down from your highs, wrapped tightly around each other.
Arthur pulls that blue coat tighter around the both of you - and as the snow falls outside, you are warm and content in each otherâs embrace.
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legally binded - 3
Jenna Ortega x F!Reader
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Chapter 3: Movie Premieres, SNL and Quarrels
Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.
Warnings/Tags: dual!pov, famous!reader, actress!reader, mentions of hard substances, intoxication, mature language, real people (do not read if any of these makes you uncomfortable)
(this is all fiction!)
Note: Otherwise known as the One in New York. What do you guys think about R and Jenna's dynamic so far? đ (taking a break for a few days/maybe a week after I post this, I think I've kept you all fed for a bit while I'm gone lol, in the meantime, send asks I'll try to answer all of them!đ)
Word Count: 6.4k+
âYou get on that plane and Iâll drop you as a client.â Jakeâs voice rings out from your work phone.Â
âWhat the fuck, Jake, are you serious?!â You seethe, practically red in the face.Â
You have been on the phone with Jake for the last hour â Liv refuses to pick up your calls after you blew up the group chat, rehashing your argument with Jenna. Desperately pleading to fly back home because you couldnât stand being in the same city as the actress, at the moment.Â
You couldn't even think about her words without it making your blood boil.
âFuck yeah, Iâm serious. Do you know what time it is here?â
Glancing at the clock it read 3:46 A.M. EST, you roll your eyes. âItâs just past midnight in L.A. You wonât die if you donât get eight hours of sleep.â
âBe quiet. I donât wanna hear another word from you.â He nearly shouts and you imagine that one vein popping through his forehead. You liked to stare at it when Jake goes off on his shouting tangents at you.Â
He never notices that you're not paying attention.
âMaybe we should get Liv on the phone or maybe Sarah?â Link glances at you worriedly.
He hates seeing you so riled up, so he often played the middle-man with your quarrels against Jake and Liv.
âLiv says she doesnât wanna hear it. Sarah says forget it and Iâm saying, Iâm not fucking around this time Y/N, this is your last chance. Iâm over your shit.â He hangs up the phone, leaving the line dead.
You jump face-first into the stiff bed, groaning loudly.
âLooks like youâre outta luck.â He pats you back, leaving you to sulk alone as he shuts the door. âTry to get some sleep.â
There was no way you ended up in this situation.Â
You guess, it was fair to acknowledge your recent streak of bad behaviour. First, it was tame â ignoring your phone, running away to party, getting mixed in the wrong crowds â eventually, Link had to start dragging you out of bed by the legs (sometimes kicking and screaming) just to make it in time for a gig.
Youâre not sure when all of this started. All you knew is that you were so tired. You just wanted one second to breathe; to feel like that young child again, with hopes and dreams. But no, someone was always hovering over your shoulder ready to drag you away to another event you could care less about.Â
You close your eyes, allowing the jetlag and exhaustion to set in as your body moulds into the mattress.
âÂ
The next day, you find yourself standing in front of Jennaâs hotel room. The large double door looks menacing and faintly, you can already hear a bustle on the other side. You really didnât want to knock but you know what was on the line so you swallow your pride and raise a fist to knock.Â
But before you can knock, the door is opening revealing a girl, with dirty blonde hair bearing a semblance to a certain actress. âOh, hi!â
âHello.â You greet warmly.
âIâm Aliyah. Jennaâs younger sister.â She holds her free hand out.
You shake her hand, âNice to meet you, Iâmââ
âI know who you are.â She smiled then laughed, âEveryone knows who you are.â
You chuckled, shyly nodding. âI guess.â
âAre you two done?â Jenna suddenly appears, yanking the door wider so you can see her. Her makeup complements her well; the green bustier two-piece looked expertly crafted just for her; and the way her hair fell in soft waves framed her face nicely.Â
âHiâŚâ You say a little vacant-sounding.
You donât say anything else.
From the corner of your eye, you see her sisterâs raised brow but you think youâre imagining it because you canât keep your gaze off of Jenna. The actress raises her brow at you, impatient.
âWhat did you need?â She asks.
âUhâI wanted to talk, about last night."
Jenna watches you momentarily before rolling her eyes; pulling you inside with a rough yank. âGet inside before someone sees you â Aliyah close the door.â
You stumble, still a little dazed but the smaller girlâs nails are gripping your arm painfully making you snap out of it.
âOw, ow, ow.â You whisper, not inattentive to the multiple people scattered around the large room.
âGuys, this is Y/N.â She ignored your complaints and pulled you past the foyer into the living room â her entire team had taken refuge in the room to get the star ready for a day of press interviews.
Various echoes of your name and greetings are sent back to you but you certainly donât miss the awkward tension in the room started by your sudden presence.Â
âSorry, I didnât mean to interrupt, I can just go.â You point behind you.
âNonsense.â An older woman that looked kinda like the actress waves off. âItâs great to have you here, Miss L/N. Jenna was just talking about you.â
âOh please, just Y/N is fine.â Shaking your head bashfully, briefly wondering what she could be telling her family and team about what kind of person you are.
âIâm Jennaâs mom. Thatâs her dad, her other sister Mia, and her brother Markus.â She points and you try to keep up with the names of the people sheâs throwing at you; Jennaâs family and team included.
âItâs so great to meet you all. Itâs not hard to see that Jenna is so loved.â You say sincerely.
âWe try our best.â Her dad says looking appreciative of your words. You smile at everyone and it seems to ease a bit of the tension in the room.
You didnât see Jenna rolling her eyes again (her favourite to do around you) disregarding the encounter; she hides the surprise she feels from your genuine compliment.
Last night's argument with you, still burning in her brain.
âWhat did you want to say?" She says a little bluntly.
Watching as everyone turns to go back to what they were doing, you look down at Jenna. âUm⌠I wanted to apologize for last night. And call a truce, maybe over dinner?
She looks surprised not expecting you to be the first one to give in. âOhâŚâ
âYeahâŚâ
âI appreciate it.â Jenna cuts in, âIâm sorry too⌠a truce sounds good. Sarah got mad at me too, for what it's worth. She even said I was whining.â
Jenna jokes, dropping her walls a bit.
You rub a hand on the back of your neck, chuckling, âGood to know.â
âI canât do dinner though.â She shuts her eyes as if remembering something.Â
âOh, thatâs okay. Maybe another time.â
âOr maybe⌠you can be my date to the Scream cast dinner?â She offers, looking a little hopeful.
âAre you sure?â You chew your lip. Ignoring the word date.
âYeah! Totally, you can meet everyone, itâll be great. Not to throw anyone under the bus but theyâve been trying to meet you.â She says sheepishly.
You laugh, dropping your walls just a tad. âSure Iâll be there.â
She smiles warmly, satisfied with your answer. âYeah, itâll be great. I guarantee thereâll be paparazzi, so itâll be good for publicity. Theyâve been hounding me since I landed, my dad nearly pushed a guy in the airport. I couldnât even walk to the door by myself at the SNL dinner cast party.â
You lose a bit of the smile but Jenna doesnât see, laughing at her memory of the paparazzi. You blink around, making sure no one saw you, it might give them the wrong idea. âUh, yeah sure. Iâm good with whatever.â
âOkay, cool.â She shoots a thumb up, walking away from you. âIâll see you tonight?â
âMhmm.â You smile, waving goodbye to everyone and booting it out the door.Â
Unsure where the tension in your chest is coming from you swiftly walk to the elevator; aggressively tapping the button as if the elevator would come faster that way. And practically throwing yourself in the metal box as soon as it opens.
You miss the entire pandemonium that implodes in the room when you leave.
âHoly shit?â Mia exclaims.
âLanguage.â Her mom chastises.Â
âNo, holy shit, indeed. Jenna oh my god what did you do to that poor girl?â Aliyah walks past Jenna to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â She looks at her sisters confused.
Miaâs rolling her eyes, standing up from the couch. âDid you not see the way she was looking at you?â
âNo? How was she looking at me?â She turns to her mom who had a hint of a smile on her lips as if she knew something. Jenna was starting to feel left out.Â
âShe likes you, Jen.â Her brother speaks up, not even bothering to look up from his phone.Â
âWhat? You guys are crazy. We barely know each other.â Jenna starts shaking her head furiously, turning to Enrique, her stylist and close friend. âEnrique, tell them theyâre being crazy.â
But he shrugs, sharing that same Cheshire grin her mom had. âGod, not you too.â She clamps her eyes shut with her hands.
âHey! Watch the eyes!â Her makeup artist warns.Â
âDad?â She drops her hands, pleading at the silent man, who, she knows is listening. Why do Dads do that thing where they let everyone argue, only stepping in when the Mom asks for backup.Â
He remains in character â staying silent.
âYou guys donât know what youâre talking about. She was literally here for five seconds. How could you possibly think she likes me from that.â Jenna turns to everyone else.
âI donât know, Jen. The eyes never lie.â Mia says, privy to the way your smile fell when Jenna mentioned being spotted for publicity tonight.Â
âIâmâ Iâm late for interviews, I need to go,â Jenna mutters, grabbing her purse and walking to the door.Â
â
âThis is gonna blow up.â Your producer says from beside you.Â
âI donât know. I still think itâs missing something.â You sigh, sliding the headphones off as you slump onto the plush leather seats.Â
You sneaked off to the studio not too far from the hotel in lower Manhattan. See you would have told Link or anyone really, but you were trying to be discreet. And Link is one âol snitch and the personal fun police.Â
It seems after your fight with Jenna, Jake and Liv put you under strict instructions not to leave the hotel unless accompanied by someone from your team.Â
Youâre not a fucking child. You donât need a babysitter. So here you are, with your producer in the studio trying to record this damn song youâve been stuck on for three months.
âMaybe itâs time to scrap the song then.â He offers. âItâs never gonna be done before Coachella.â
Immediately you are shaking your head. No, this song is special, you can feel it. If only you can get your head out of your own ass long enough to find the damn words.Â
âNo, justâ just put it on hold. Letâs work on something else.â
He sighs, clicking the screen to pull up another file. âYour call.â
The buzzing of your phone against the wooden table echoes into the silence that grew as you waited. âAh fuck.â
Reaching over, you grab the phone and are bombarded by a flurry of texts and missed calls.Â
Some from Jenna, some from your bodyguard and driver, most from Link.
Jennaâs is the first one you click.
The phone rings three times before it gets picked up. Muffled, loud voices are all you hear at first before she eventually speaks up, âHello?â
âHey, I am soââ
âWhere the hell are you? Youâre ten minutes late. Weâre all waiting for you.â Her tone is sharp and snipped.Â
You had fucked up.
âFuck⌠Iâm sorry, Iâll be right thereâ there wasâŚ. uh.â You stand, gathering your jacket and silently bidding your producer goodbye as he looks on confused. âThere was a lot of traffic. I am so sorry, Iâm trying to make it as fast as I can.â
She sighs through the phone, âItâsâŚfine. Just get here as soon as you can, please.â
A little white lie never killed anybody.
You make it to the restaurant in record time. Pushing through the paparazzi camping outside the restaurant doors. Do they have no shame? Clearly not as they shout Jennaâs name at you; asking if you were there to see her, trying to get their piece of the scoop. Thankfully, the security guard had seen you and personally ushered you to the castâs table. Someone must have informed them that you were coming.
Youâre still blinking away the spots in your vision from the camera flashes when you feel an arm pulling you down to sit.Â
âWhat took you so long?âJenna asked assertively, scanning you.
âI told you. Traffic.â You plaster a smile at all the eyes on you, subtly shrugging Jennaâs arm off yours with a little bit of attitude.
You donât miss her clenched jaw. Plastering a smile in front of her costars who were trying their best not to gawk at you. "Well, where were you then? No one could get a hold of you, we were worried."
You tried your hardest to school your genuine surprise at her worry. "Sorry. I was working. My phone was off."
âHi! Iâm Melissa, itâs so nice to meet you, Iâm a big fan.â A brunette extends her hand from across the long table â interrupting Jenna before she can say anything else.
You make the usual greetings, introducing yourself to Jennaâs costars and colleagues. You felt a bit like a trophy wife if you were being honest. Like eye candy on her arm, serving only to make her look good. Upon that realization, you feel a little flushed. Youâre not sure why, that is the whole point of this whole thing.Â
Her castmates have been sending you two knowing eyes over dinner â giving Jenna inconspicuous smirks and smug grins as if you couldnât see. You keep your head down after the pleasantries are over and the main courses are brought out.Â
Grateful, you donât have to talk about your upcoming projects any longer.
âWhatâs wrong?â You nudge her elbow, noticing how she was pushing away some pieces of food on her plate.Â
âI donât like apples.â She mutters.Â
You canât fight the smile that creeps on your lips but you donât tease. âJust push them off to the side and Iâll eat it.â
She looks at you. âYou sure?â
âYeah, itâs no big deal.â You shrug taking a sip of your wine.Â
âThat doesnât gross you out or anything? I know some people are weird about that sort of thing.â Jenna explains.Â
âDude, Iâll eat your apples, chill.â You laugh.
âOkay, thanksâŚâ She mumbles, still looking at you but you turn, talking to Mason and his girlfriend.
Jenna feels a nudge on her side. âWhat?âÂ
âYou two are cute.â Jasmin smirks. âAnd Y/N L/N? Not a bad catch at all.â
âStop.â Jenna blushes. Unsure if she feels uncomfortable that some of her close and respected friends believe this lie so easily.
â
âHey, give them some space!â The security guard shouts as the paparazzi come rushing toward the door as soon as the cast steps out.Â
You were standing in the lobby waiting for Jenna. âShitâŚâ You hear her mutter, watching as she searches for something in her bag.Â
âWhatâs up?â You ask.
âI forgot my sunglasses in my room. The flashes hurt my eyes.â She frowns. Wordlessly, you fish the pair you stashed in your jacket.Â
âHere, wear mine.â You hold the glasses out, watching as she just stares at it. Rolling your eyes, you push it toward her. âDude, just take it.â
âThanksâŚâ She mumbles, sliding them up her hair.Â
You walk ahead of her, holding the door open as everyone trickles out. Youâre regretting giving Jenna your only sunglasses cause the flashes are bright and itâs making your eyes water.
âGo ahead,â You usher, only leaving once everyoneâs gone ahead of you. You trail behind ignoring the various men with large cameras chasing you as you walk down the sidewalk.Â
âY/N over here, please! Just one photo.â
âY/N, just one photo of you and Jenna, please!âÂ
âWhat do you have to say about Vegas?â
You ignore them keeping your head down trying not to fall behind.Â
âWhereâs Y/N?â You hear over the sea of nameless faces.Â
âRight here.â You say, sliding in beside her.
You miss the subtle sigh of relief she lets out.
âYou canât just walk behind everyone like that.â She grits, frustratedly.
"I tried to keep up." You mumbled like a scolded husband.
The shouting increases when you stand beside one another; practically rendering you blind with all the flashes. âDammit.âÂ
You place an hand on her back, pushing her forward. âPut on the sunglasses and walk.â
âY/N, please over here. Jenna!â The shouting is constant and blurs altogether all at the same time.Â
âOw.â You feel Jenna tumble when someone bumps her side causing her to bump harshly against you. Firmly, you grab her arm to preventing her from falling and pushed back against the crowd to check on her.
âAre you okay?â you ask worriedly as she fixes the lopsided glasses. âYeah, yeah. Iâm fine.â
âHey. Watch itââ You grit at the closest person holding a camera. âIt wasnât me.â
The man insists, still shamelessly snapping flashes directly into your face and you begin to grow angry, slapping the camera out of his hands. âI said fucking watch it, asshole.â
You glare for a brief moment as the shouting gets impossibly louder. Knowing if you didnât pull Jenna out of this, chaos would ensue. You link hands and drag her through the crowd, briskly walking to her castmates who shared looks of concern.
âAre you okay?â You ask, still walking but now barricaded by security and her friends.
âYeah, Iâm fine, I promise.â She squeezes your hand but then sighs, âYou shouldnât have done that.â
You scoff, âAre you serious? That guy pushed you.âÂ
âIt was an accident and you kinda overreacted.â She whispers lowly.Â
You clench your jaw, dropping her hand â Not wanting to blow up in front of her colleagues, you walk swiftly ahead.
You donât talk even when you are both side-by-side being driven back to the hotel. Her driver has the partition up halfway but you see the nosy glances he keeps making at the rearview mirror as you and Jenna sit in silence; acutely aware to the growing tension between you and the actress.
You refuse to speak, just looking out the window as other cars pass by on the street.Â
âAre you done ignoring me now?â She speaks up but you still donât want to talk. âSeriously?â
âY/N all he did was push me. A little shove, thatâs all. Iâm okay. Whatâs not okay is the phone call you know weâre going to get from Liv and Sarah about that guyâs camera.â
âHe deserved it.â You mumble through the palm holding your head up.Â
âIâm not saying he didnât but you canât just be aggressive to paparazzi like that. Itâs exactly what they want.â She reasons, turning to you. Hoping youâll finally look at her.Â
âI knowâŚâ
âLook at me, please?â She places a hand on your arm.
You turn, keeping your face impassive.
She sends you a shy smile then laughed. âI mean it though, thank you for having my back. My Dad is gonna think this whole thing is hilarious.â
âWhy?â You canât help but join in.
âHeâs a cop, so heâs a little protective. Heâs been waiting to shove away a pap for the longest time. Heâs gonna be so mad you beat him to it.âÂ
You laugh imagining her fatherâs reaction.Â
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âYou havenât seen Scream? Not even the original?â Jenna turns bewildered like it was the most blasphemous thing sheâs ever heard. You were in her hotel suite, watching movies. For some reason, Jenna invited you over to her room after being dropped off at the hotel. âHow? Youâre an actress.â
You couldnât think of a good reason to say no so you accepted.
âYeah, sorry. Jeez. Way to sound like a film snob. I didnât know there was a checklist of movies to watch before becoming an actor.â You snort reaching for more popcorn from the bowl beside you.Â
âShut up.â She hits you with the remote. âHow have you not seen any of the Scream movies? Youâre literally going to my premiere tomorrow.â
You hold up your hands in surrender, throwing a couple of kernels in your mouth. âSorry, theyâre not really my cup of tea.â
She rolls her eyes, snatching some popcorn from your hand, ignoring your protests. âOh sorry, I forgot we have an action star in our midst.â
It was your turn to hit her arm, âShut it. I just mean⌠I havenât found the time to sit and watch them. Theyâre not exactly short films.â
âYouâre in the MCU and Dune. Donât talk to me about long movies.â
âTouchĂŠâŚâ You canât beat her there. They are ridiculously long movies. Probably why youâve only ever seen them during premiere night and never again. âWell, put one on then. Letâs see what all the hype is about.â
She grins scrambling for the remote. âYouâre on.â
You wait for her to pull up the Scream catalogue, chuckling at her visible excitement.
âHey, why did you become an actress? and singer while weâre at it, Miss Grammy winner.â She nudges your shoulder.
You snort, shoving her lazily. âShut up⌠Do you want the press interview answer or the real one?â
She raises a brow, immediately deciding. âThe real one.â
You nod, feeling like she would say that.
âMy mom... She was a rising star in the 80s but something happened and she never got to live out her dreams. When she had me she put me through all of the arts. I bumped and failed with most of them but acting and singing kinda stuck⌠I guess she saw those were the only two things I could stand so she pushed and pushed, it led to Jake discovering me and here we are.â
Jenna stays silent processing your story, she doesnât miss the slight solemness your tone had taken. "Why do I feel like there's more to it than that?"
You chuckle, licking your lips. "Caught me... it's why I don't talk to my parents anymore."
"Oh..."
"Yeah. As soon as I turned eighteen I cut ties with them. She got too controlling, wanting money, wanting autonomy over my career so I took Link with me and moved to L.A. and did it on my own. I think... at some point acting became a spite thing with me because of her.
âSpite?â Jenna asks?
âYeah⌠it was all Iâve ever known for a long time until I started making music. Probably the only time Iâve ever felt sure about a decision.â
"Oh..." Jenna finds herself saying again.
"Uhâsorry. I didn't mean to make it weird. We can just forget about it." You curl into yourself, tugging the blanket to your lap.
Jenna blinks, feeling dumb that she's made you think her silence is a bad thing.
"No..." She grabs your wrist. "Thank you for sharing with me."
You look into her eyes, feeling a bit small at her kind eyes. You know it's not out of pity but you couldn't help but want to close up again.
Pulling your hand away from her grip, you cough. "Of course, we're friends now."
"Oh, are we?" Jenna ignores the drop in her chest when you pulled away like that. âOkay, whatâs the press answer then?â
âThat I watched the movie Cabaret when I was younger and wanted to be like Liza Minelli.â You admit.
Jenna scoffs, âThatâs literally my answer.â
âIs it?â
âYeah except, itâs Dakota Fanning in Man on Fire.â
You chuckle, âdoesnât Denzel die in that one?â
âYeah and what about it?â She raised a brow.
"But see, donât fight it weâre meant to be friends... we even share the same answer."
"Shut up, dummy. Every actor has some sort of answer like that.â
Eventually, the two of you start a marathon of the Scream franchise. Which in hindsight, is kind of a bad idea seeing as it was way past midnight and the other actress still has a long week ahead of her. It seems like the events of the day catch up to her cause you feel a head slipping on your shoulder; distracting your focus halfway through Scream 3.
Jenna had fallen asleep with her head on your shoulder. You fight the urge to tense up not wanting to wake her up. She looked like she needed the rest and you relate more than anyone to her exhaustion.Â
âJennaâŚâ You lightly tap, âYou fell asleep, you need to go to bed.â
She grumbles, whining in her slumber. You feels your cheeks warm when she unconsciously moves to snuggle closer to you, throwing an arm over your waist.
Fuck.
Really?
God, I am not your strongest soldier.Â
âJen, seriously. Wake up.â You shake her arm.
âWhat?â She complains, her words muffled by your collarbone.
âYou need to go to bed.â
The feeling of her soft lashes brushing against the material of your shirt as she blinks sends a shiver down your spine. âOhâŚâ
Jenna mumbles mortified. Quickly pushing herself off of you, unable to look you in the eyes. âSorry.â
You don't mention how she might have punched your stomach and that you were desperately trying not to cough.
âSâokayâŚâ You shake your head softly. You couldn't help but notice the way her hair fell over her eyes messily.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow?â She asks once she regains her senses, waking up from her short slumber.
Something tells Jenna she wonât be sleeping with how fast her heart is pounding; uncertain as to where her sudden anxiety is coming from.Â
âYeah⌠Iâll be waiting for you inside.â You stand gathering your belongings.
âWait, youâre not walking the carpet with me?â Jenna pulled a face.
You raise a brow, âNo? At least, I wasn't told I had to. They just said I had to show up.â
âOh⌠okay.â She nods then sighed, long and profound.
You continue to raise a brow but donât say anything. Not wanting to push her. You remember the last time you guys fought and are immediately turned off. No thanks, not trying to open that can of worms.
âOkay. Goodnight then.â
âGoodnight, Y/N.â She leans against the door.
Her premiere is a success. After borderline shoving you inside a tinted Cadillac, Link brushes your vintage Prada gown down; making sure you are in tip-top movie-star shape. You donât walk the carpet, instead heading straight inside â making headlines.Â
Your every damn move is a headline these days.
Silently thanking whatever God was out there that you didnât because the way your jaw dropped when you see Jenna was downright embarrassing. Your reaction would surely have been a running piece if cameras were around.
Your managers would love it though.
Link had to forcefully elbow your side as Jenna walks up to greet you.Â
âWowâŚâ You manage to say. âYou look stunning Jenna.â
Jenna was glad for the dim lights in the theatre, âThanks.â She blushes, casting her eyes down.
âYou look great too.â She scans you up and down, suddenly feeling warm under her gape.Â
Maybe it was the way her makeup is done or the deconstructed tuxedo for a dress that she had on tonight but she looked more mature, intimidating? Like she could throw you around a little and youâd just gladly ask her to do it again.
Wait, what?
âThanks⌠Link and I should head to our seats but I just wanted to congratulate you. This is seriously amazing.â You express sincerely.
Jenna flushes more, waving you off with a huff and a lazy hand. âPlease.â
âSeriously!â
Link coughs loudly, interrupting the bubble you and Jenna found yourselves in. âOkay, someoneâs a little impatient. We better go.â
A hand reaches out, grabbing you. âDo you wanna, maybe, I donât know. Sit beside me?â
You turn, surprised. âOh? What about Enrique?â You glance at her stylist standing just behind her pretending like he wasnât listening; fiddling on his phone.Â
âIâm sure he wonât mind switching to sit with Link, right Enrique?â She turns, asking her friend.
He grins widely, âNope. All good with me!â
âPerfect!â She smiles at you, still grabbing your arm.Â
âWeâll be down there!â Jenna calls out to Link and Enrique linking your fingers out of nowhere as you walk to beside her costars.
You still donât say anything when Jenna wraps herself around you when you make it to your seats, waving as people cheer with a large smile before pulling you to sit down.Â
Only then did she pull herself away, âsorry about that.â
âAll good.â You mumble after realizing what happened; turning to face the large screen.
Perfect photo op.
âHey is that sharpie on your dress?â
âYes.â She sighs.
The rest of the night goes off without a hitch but you canât stop the growing unpleasantness in your chest. You decide to brush it off and save face for Jennaâs night. Your sulking and feelings can wait in the privacy of your own four walls and definitely not at a high-profile movie premiere.
By the time you found yourself at the NBC building in a random dressing room at the SNL studio, waiting for Jennaâs monologue you forget all about it. You lay lazily on a stiff and most likely old couch, scrolling through your phone.Â
A knock on the door has you pulling off your headphones. âCome in.â
âHey Y/N.â A head peaks in making you sit up briskly. âAliyah, hey. Is everything okay?â
âYeah, yeah. Just uhâ Jennaâs asking for you.â She sends a sheepish smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling.
âOh,â Your head perks up. âIs she okay?â You question, following the smaller girl past hallways that all looked the same; trying not to bump into the various stagehands buzzing around.Â
âYeah, yeah, sheâs kinda freaking out, though and⌠we canât get her to calm down.â You both stop at a closed door.Â
âOh⌠why me?â You couldnât help but ask.
âUh⌠okay she didnât exactly say you but I saw your episode and you were hilarious and who better to talk her down than someone whoâs done it before.â She flashes a large grin before opening the door and shoving you inside.
The room is empty save for Jenna dressed in a short-legged suit. You force yourself to blink, reminding yourself that you are on a time crunch.
âJenna.â
She snaps her head at your voice, and a noticeable tremble in her fingers is the first thing you see. âWhatâwhat are you doing here? I thought youâd be in your seat by now.â
âYour sister asked me to come.â You admit, walking forward.
âIâm fine. Go to your seat, Iâll see you after the show.â She turns her back to you, looking over sheets of paper with multi-coloured inked notes scribbled on every open space.
âTake a deep breath for me, Jenna.â You walk closer, slowly bringing the hand tightly clutching her notes down. The bones in her fingers relax as she drops the paper. She doesnât say anything when you donât disconnect your hands.Â
You find yourself standing much closer to her.
âTake a deep breath.â You repeat.
Jenna closes her eyes, inhaling a long, deep and audible breath in then out. She clutches your fingers as she does so, unconsciously leaning back against you to ground her bubbling anxiety.Â
She stays in your hold with her back against your chest: a death grip on your fingers. Your swipe a thumb over the skin of her hand. âItâll be okayâŚâ
âThanksâŚâ Jenna looks into your eyes, taking one last deep breath.
Briefly, you hold her gaze feeling tepid under the intense look in her eyes. You canât tell what they're saying but for some reason, the way her dark pupils seemed softer under the fluorescent lights had you under a spell.
And for a fleeting second, you thought she was leaning in closer to you â eyes flickering to your lips.
âDonât mention it.â You drop her hand immediately, taking wide steps back.
Not liking the way her eyes flickered down.
You donât like what that could possibly mean.
Jennaâs turning rapidly, pretending not to notice as you take sizable steps away from her. âWhat did my sister say?â
You laugh, shoving your hands in your jacket. âThat she liked my SNL episode and thought someone whoâs done it before can talk you down.â
âTalk me down?â She scrunches her nose.
âDonât shoot the messenger.â You shrug.
âYour episode was okay.â Jenna turns away to face a mirror, brushing away her bangs.
You take the bait, glad she wasnât trembling anymore. âOkay? I got the whole cast to break, itâs considered a classic. It was nominated for an Emmy that year.â
âIt didnât win though.â
You scoff playfully, âIâm leaving. You clearly donât need my help anymore.â
She laughs obnoxiously as you stomp out of her dressing room. âWait.â
You stop just before you open the door. âYeah?â
âThank you⌠for talking me down.â She tucks a hair backs, a little shy.
The small smile creeping on your face is hard to subdue. âDonât mention it. Now, go. Youâre gonna kill it.â You wink, exiting the dressing room.
âSheâs all good.â You tell her team.
âThatâs it? She hasnât calmed down all day, it takes you â what, five minutes?â Enrique crosses his arms. Jennaâs mom smirks, patting his back then walked past him and into the room as the rest of her family slowly trickled in; her sisters staring at you intensely.
âUh sorry?â You blush furiously, walking off in the other direction to find your seat.
Jenna kills it, but that was never a surprise. You can tell sheâs nervous throughout her monologue but after Fred Armisen does his bit â from beside you, which had been a pleasant surprise. She begins to grow confident, feeling pleased with your embarrassment when the camera pans to you and Fred.
Youâd get her back for that. Making a mental note to cook up a special revenge plan, just for her.
Eventually, she falls into the role naturally. Nailing her punchlines perfectly, working the crowd like an expert, and exquisitely performing her skits. Itâs a shock to you when you overhear someone behind you say sheâs never done live stage work before.
She's so natural at it.
It's a privilege to watch her perform.
You nearly die when she changes into a red suit as she introduces the musical guest of the night.
Actually, you begin to slide off your seat when she comes out in a pinstripe suit â a reference to the Addams family you overheard in passing.
When credits roll and the âLIVEâ sign turns off. You remain in your seat. Unsure if you are just admiring her or if itâs âcause your legs no longer functioned. You canât fight that admiration as it grows when you see how supportive her family is as they cheer her on and celebrate this win as one unit.Â
You smile, wishing you can relate. At least some people had that in their lives.
A part of you thinks it makes the whole worldâs difference, having a support system like that. But you would never know.
Silently, you slip out the stage doors and back to the random dressing room youâve decided to take refuge in.Â
You narrowly miss Jenna trying to find you through the masses; her smile dropping a bit when she realizes youâre gone.
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You donât get a chance to personally congratulate Jenna because Link was bursting into the dressing room â after complaining about trying to find you for ten minutes. Rambling on how youâre needed back in Los Angeles and there was no time to say goodbye.
When you catch the other actress itâs by pure stroke of luck. You're going through checkout at the hotel, waiting for Link to do all the work as you wait behind him.Â
You feel slightly guilty that you're just leaving without warning.
You should send Jenna a text, right? But would she even care if you left so suddenly? She did want you out of the city just a few days ago.
But then, you two literally just, mightâve, maybe, almost kissed/shared a moment in her dressing room, so who knows what you should do at this point.
You feel a migraine forming at the base of your skull, the longer you thought about the other actress.
âY/N?â A voice breaks your self-deprecating thoughts. You turn to see Jenna with her team and family trailing beside her.
Jennaâs smile falls when she sees your bags. Her family walks ahead but you certainly donât miss their curious eyes as she stops in front of you.
âWhere are you going?â Her eyes keep flickering between you and your bags.
Link avoids her sharp, accusing eyes.
âBack to L.A. sorry I was just about to send you a text, actually.â You confessed, a little ashamed.Â
It felt like you got caught doing something you shouldnât be doing⌠like when you lie to your long-time partner about the real reason why you want some time apart.
âA text?â She raises an unamused brow not liking your answer.
âYeah, Jake wants me back in L.A. Uhâ sorry, was I supposed to tell you?â You ask, a bit confused.
âTell me?â She scoffs, face dropping. âYeah, youâre supposed to tell me. I was going to invite you to dinner to celebrate with my family and the SNL cast tonight. But you werenât even in the audience anymore by the time I finished.â
âSorry⌠I thought youâd want to celebrate with your family.â You shrug lamely, torn between feeling guilty and confused at her reaction to the news of your sudden departure.
She made it feel like you were trying to escape.
âWell, I thoughtââÂ
She cuts herself off with a huff then looked back as her family waits for her by the elevator.
âThought what?â
As if remembering she was still out in a very public setting, after hosting one of the most recognizable programs in America; Jenna blinks out of it. Shoving her feelings down.
âNothing. Have a safe flight back to L.A. Iâll see you in a few days⌠or weeksâ She mumbles with an edginess to her words, walking away before you can say anything else.
âTough break, buddy.â Link pats a comforting hand on your shoulder as you were rendered speechless. Unsure if you should chase her down and apologize.
Damn can she walk fast in those heels.
But, why would you be apologizing for having to do your job?
But the way her brow creased like she was actually upset caused an unpleasant drop in your chest. Not enjoying how she was upset and that it seemed like it was all your fault. You? Nah. Maybe sheâs still dealing with other stuff and is just taking it out on you.Â
It wouldnât be the first time.
âWhat. Just. Happened.â You turn, aggressively snatching your card from the hotel worker who definitely enjoyed the show.
âAre you blind?â He scoffs then walks away from you.
âWhat do you mean? Link⌠what do you mean?âÂ
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I Didn't Know I Was Into That ( Kink Unlocked ! ) || Muichiro Tokito x fem!reader
End of the Smutember 2023 ! đ Thank you for everyone who took some time to read my work ! đ°đš
A/n : Prompt 30 of the Smutember 2023 ( Imagine it's an AU in which after the Swordsmith Village Arc, the demon slayers and Hashiras come back to the HQ and they do some small missions before the final battle. Obviously I donât know what happens after as Iâm an anime watcher so no spoilers please )
A/n 2 : Muichiro is aged up like all the characters y'all read for and write for from other mangas such as Mha, Assassination Classroom, Gambling School, Tokyo Revengers... so if anyone comes here and complain bro I'mma take the first plane and find you because you've been warned đ
The list of prompts is HERE
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Warnings : Muichiro is aged up ofc, rough sex, kinda degrading, dacryphilia, oral male receiver, mention of soft sex 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it
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Word count : 1362
Since you came back from the Swordsmith Village everything seemed to have settled down, while everyone was training for the upcoming confrontation ahead, and you⌠well you rhythmed you live with some good old demon fighting. You werenât a Hashira - yet - but you still found it awfully easy to kick their asses as they were only basic demons.
For Muichiro it was pretty much the same, heâd wake up early in the morning, leave his place to go to some others in which he would slaughter some demons and then heâd come back to your place this time. Eager to spend some cozy and relaxing time with his loved one, far away from the roughness of his everyday life.
In those moments, he would come quietly to anywhere he knows you could be in the domain. And heâd take your hand and gently drag you with him to his or your place. It doesnât matter what youâre doing, or with who youâre talking, he doesnât care. Or if he is really tired heâd just go to your place and see if youâre already back, or wait for you to come home.
And once he has you he is not going to let go of you any time soon. Lying in your fĂťton, his arms would encircle your waist as he tries to pull you impossibly close to him. His head nestled against your neck as his cock rests snugly within your velvety walls. His breath would fane against your ear, as he tries to calm his breathing. And he might, thrust once or twice per moment, or just take you gently and a little tiredly, if he isnât that exhausted after his day.
Today though, he feels totally not tired at all, some asshole had pissed him off, more than he ever thought would be possible since he got his memories back ( Iâm not saying this is canon ). Like what was this guy doing in the middle of the fight ? He thought heâd be some hero or something, but he only got in the Hashiraâs way, who ended up fuming with anger when he came back.
When your eyes met his you could clearly see that he was pissed off. His eyes were slightly wide due to the range of anger that coursed through him, but maybe just maybe there was another reason for his blown pupils. In comparison, to the way he usually came to you in the afternoon / evening, this time he looked a lot more awake, not in this sluggish way of his, that showed how tired he was.
You didnât even have time to speak, that with long strides he crossed the room joining you in the middle. His breathing was demonstrative of the feelings that were shaking his body at the moment. Not losing a single second his arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you flush against his chest and in an instant his lips crashed against yours, his tongue already seeking yours. As they battled for dominance you could clearly feel the shift that had occurred during the day. He clearly wasnât planning on spending the evening the same way he has the past few days.
He pulled you up in his arms without taking his mouth off of yours and made his way towards your room. He lied you down on your fĂťton and almost immediately hastily started to take your clothes off ( of course he had had your consent before ). His fingers started fumbling with the adrenaline of the mission leaving his body and the anticipation of what was about to happen. He had spent his day losing time over some dumb guy and he wasnât planning on losing anymore on the buttons of your shirt, so when he opened his mouth he wasnât really intending to say âHurry up and take those off. Do you think I've got time to waste ?â
His intonation took you by surprise, but what was even more shocking is that you immediately started doing what he had demanded of you. You felt yourself throb and you clenched your thighs. What the heck was that⌠This didnât go unnoticed by him, a smirk drew itself on his lips when, once bare before his eyes, he was able to see the glistening desire pooling from your center. When you brought your legs closer he couldn't help but keep going âDidn't you hear what I just said ? Donât you want to be good for a Hashira, once in your life ?â his tone was the same as usual though his words cut deep in your skin and gosh it felt so good.
You parted your legs as he undressed at the speed of the light, he was already so hard that you thought youâd start already. But he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you to your knees, his throbbing erection right in front of your mouth âMake it feel good⌠for everything Iâve done to protect the weaks- ahâ he moaned as your eager mouth took him and started sucking and suckling on his glistening tip. His head fell back and you grabbed onto his muscular thighs to help yourself take him deeper.
Not so long after you started you could feel his hips rolling towards you as he subtly thrusts into your warm wet mouth âMmmh just like thisâ he groaned, his hand coming to your hair to move you the way he wanted. But he wasnât planning on coming inside your mouth, not today. Thatâs how he suddenly pulled you off his cock before pushing you back in the mattress and shoving it deep inside you.
Your walls flustered around his length as he pinned you down in a perfect matting press. His movements were rough and fast, he just needed to get it out of his system. He kept whispering some harsh words in your ears, loving the way you tightened more and more with each one. His hands found purchase on your hips as he railed you the way he had wanted for the past few days. He knew soon he was going to come âYouâre going to be useful and take all my come alright ?â he warned, but his words had for you the effect of a bomb. You were already teetering on the edge of a blissful orgasm with the way his cock kissed your cervix at each deep thrusts and his words were the last push you needed.
You came so hard around him that for a brief second his hips stuttered and stilled, you were squeezing and milking so hard, that he almost nutted. But then as he looked at your face he didnât expect to see this, nor had he ever expected to react this way. Your eyes were glistening with tears, some had already rolled down your cheeks. He really made you come so hard your body felt the need to evacuate the pressure that had built up. Muichiro, in the throes of the moment didnât hesitate a second as he restarted thrusting like a madman inside your thigh quivering warmth. You moaned, feeling him throb even more inside you, he was too moaning breathlessly. Gosh those tears had an insane power over him at the moment. His hips stuttered for one last time before he pushed his hips flush against yours, his cock nestling deep inside your folds as he came. Spurts of glistening ropes filling your depth as he finally slumped over your body.
It's evident to say that from then on something was going to change in your relationship, well mostly in bed. Now that he knew you liked to fuck hard, he could let off steam verbally. On the other hand, he was going to ask himself some questions about why your tears had such an effect on him. He thrusted his hips so as not to break the connection between you two. Doing so he realized that he was still hard even after he'd cum. He sighed out gently, knowing that it was far from over for him. And who knows, maybe he'd manage to get some more tears of pleasure from you.
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demon dean smut đđđ
speaking in tongue
demon!dean winchester x she/her reader
rundown: it's gettin' hawt in here!!! demon!dean fucks his gf and that's basically it
word count: 3k
warnings: where do we start? corruption!kink, sub x dom themes, oral, p in v pen., master!kink, cnc???, pain!kink, breeding!kink,
navigating the depths of her relationship with dean has always been difficult; he is the definition of closed off. working through typical relationship issues is easy for the two of them, but itâs the most profound secrets that dean keeps locked away even from sam that drive them apart. still, even with the disagreements and frequent pleas for dean to let her into his mind, she stays, because she promised she would.
itâs difficult, though, to not poke and prod at the mind of her lover as he shifts from mortal to demon.
deanâs more violent â hedonistic, even â but heâs almost more open than her true lover is. as the two of them sit across from each other at the bunkerâs table, drinks in hand, she canât help but purse her lips at the thought of asking more.
âgo ahead, sweetheart,â dean smirks.Â
she sighs as she stares into her drink, nervous to look up and see the green eyes of her lover replaced with depthless, soulless black ones. she wishes sam was here â she knows he would want to ask questions, too â but he had to flea the bunker with castiel. (he begrudgingly left her there, but with deanâs lack of plans to harm her, sam trusted that she would call him if something went wrong.)Â
âitâs hard to not pick your brain,â she finally says, looking up slowly at dean.
he smirks, taking a swig of his drink. âiâm an open book.â
âyeah, but, heâs not.â she sighs, also taking a drink of her whiskey. âi just - i want to know what he thinks of me. i need to know. i know he loves me â weâve been together for what feels like forever â but heâs just so shut-out and--â
âand donât you think itâs time you know what he thinks of you, sweetheart?â dean asks, looking at her with a quizzed look so human that she almost believes sheâs talking to dean. within an instant, heâs at her side, leaning against the table. his warm, calloused hand, the same as dean's, cups her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. she swallows thickly as her blood freezes up in her body. âyou know he loves you, sweetheart. iâve always been here â watching, waiting to come out and talk to you. to tell you what he thinks of you, how he feels about you.â
âdo i want to know?â she whispers, feeling the grip on her jaw tighten.Â
sheâs scared and flustered. her mind is swirling, trying to wrap around itself that this is not dean in any other way than physically. he lets her jaw go with a quick jerk, crouching down in front of her.Â
âhe thinks about you all the time. touching you, fucking you,â he purrs. he watches the blush rise on her face, and just to be an asshole, he tacks on, âitâs gross, to be honest.â
âkeep it in your pants,â she mutters, glaring at him and drinking down her whiskey.Â
he spins her chair to face him. sitting down on his knees, he places his hands on hers, gripping hard.Â
âow,â she winces. âplease,â she says, âplease take your hands off of me.â
âah, ah, ah. what you arenât getting, sweetheart,â he says coldly, âis that even if you hate me, you love him.â he pushes himself up off of the ground and leans in close to her. âand right now, we are one.â
she stares into his eyes and shakily puts her hands on his cheeks as his hands grip tight on the arms of the chair. âbaby,â she whispers, pleading. âif you can hear me, please know iâm here.â
âhe knows, sweetheart,â dean whispers. âhe can hear you. we can hear you.â dean looks into her eyes, smiling pridefully at her.Â
she takes a deep breath in, looking one last time into his green eyes, before guiding his lips to hers. she kisses him deeply, trying to feel dean amidst the demon.
ânot so fast,â dean says. his ultimate speed has their positions flipped within seconds. she sits on his lap, hands still on his cheeks. âif weâre doing this, and trust me, we want this,â he purrs, âyou need to understand that you donât control me.â she nods quickly, frightened to do anything he doesnât want her to. âbut just because iâm some cold-blooded killer that has it out for every mortal around him,â he chuckles, âdoesnât mean iâm gonna hurt you, sweetheart. i don't want no angels or hunters after me. i donât have a death wish.â
âthey couldnât stop you anyway,â she whispers, feeling herself relax into his hands that are tight on her hips.
he smiles at her. âthatâs my girl.âÂ
his hands find her hair quickly, pulling her down into a deep kiss. her arms wrap around his neck as her body slowly sinks down onto his. sheâs still unsure if her heart has stopped beating, but she feels his hand find her lower back and gently press her body down more.
âyouâre okay, sweetheart,â dean murmers, and she swears that was really him. her legs finally relax and settle themselves on either side of his thigh, feeling the denim-to-denim contact. her arms tighten around him, and her lips find his neck where she places small kisses up and down it.Â
testing the waters, she grabs a fistful of deanâs hair at the back of his neck as she kisses it, and she feels his hips buck up to hers.
âgod,â dean whispers. âdonât make me feel like some desperate teenager here, baby girl.â
she smiles as she continues to kiss. she gently grinds her hips down against his thigh, staying very close to his body and keeping her movements slow. âdonât mean to,â she whispers back. âjust trying to enjoy all of you.â
"we've got time, baby," he purrs, his hands roaming her thighs. he tilts his head back, savouring the wet, open-mouthed kisses that she continues to leave all over his throat.
the grip his hands have on her thighs leaves a searing pain behind, so she pushes herself away from his delicious skin to peek and see if the denim of her jeans has been burned away. she grabs his shoulders to steady herself, wincing as he squeezes harder.
she stares at her thighs, expecting burning flesh to be escaping the denim, but there's nothing there.
"ow," she whines, eyes meeting the demon's soulless black ones.
he smirks at her, peeling his hands off her thighs. "feel that?"
"yeah, it hurts like hell," she mumbles.
her jaw is grabbed once again by the familiar calloused hand, and her mouth hangs open slightly.
"i didn't ask for the attitude, sweetheart," dean snarls. "all that pain? means your little boyfriend is here, feeling all of this and watching us like a pervert in a movie theatre."
his eyes melt green again, and the combination of a mention of a mortal dean mixed with his luscious green eyes allows her body to fall slack. she drops back down onto dean's thighs and drools, coating his hand in spit. he smiles slyly at her, pulling his hand off her face before leaving a hard, aggressive slap to her cheek. he places his thumb in her still-open mouth and forces her face back to his. her mouth instinctively closes around his thumb.
"my good girl," he says, a hand finding her waist.
she smiles around his thumb, her cheek wet from her own spit being slapped onto it. she very slowly leans forward until her head rests on dean's shoulder and gently grabs hold of dean's wrist. she rests against him for a moment, feeling the pulse of his cock against her core every time she sucks on his thumb (she swears her heartbeat matches the rhythm of his dick.). her body goes slack, recovering from the pain in her thighs and on her face.
if she was in any other state of mind, she would be the utmost apprehensive woman in the world. if dean truly is watching, she has no doubt in her mind that he will condemn her for feeling safe in the arms of a demon. but as she lays here with her head on his shoulder and his protective arm around her, she wonders if there's some form of loneliness that drives a demon's anarchy.
she sits up, tired of thinking. she gently pulls his thumb out of her mouth, then presses a kiss to his lips. her shakey fingers unbutton his red shirt, and she feels a surge of wetness overtake her when she feels how incredibly hot dean's skin is.
dean can't help but admire her. he watches her as she licks her lips, and he feels his shirt coming undone. her eyes are huge and innocent, glistening like she's experiencing this for the first time. he knows she's focusing too much on the heat of his skin, overthinking about how close dean of the subconscious is watching, so he guides her hands to the tent in his jeans.
"we want you, sweetheart," he purrs, his hand looming over hers.
"take me," she whispers, so quiet that even with exaggerated senses, dean can barely hear her.
his inhumane speed brings her up onto the table with her jeans pulled off her legs. he smirks at her soaked thong - once a baby pink turned a deep rose from the amount of wetness her body has made. he pulls her to the edge of the table, kneeling down on the floor to press kisses to her thighs.
her hands try to push his head away. "no, please! he hasn't - it's been too long! i don't want you there, i want him."
dean smiles up at her from in between her thighs. "he's always here, babygirl."
he pulls her underwear to the side, immediately licking up all of the slick that her warm pussy made. she releases a loud, pornstar moan, her hands finding dean's hair quickly. he kisses her pussy, and she swears she can hear him growling from in between her thighs. she moans louder, hoping his dick throbs harder.
it must have, because his mouth finds her clit and sucks hard, eliciting a long, loud whine from her spit-covered lips. her hands are tight in his hair, the tension in her body having nowhere to escape but her hands. dean continues to lick and suck at her clit, making her whine and moan like she's never been touched before.
"need, need you," she groans, feeling dean's fingers dig deep into her thighs.
he comes up for air, pressing kisses anywhere he can. she swears she feels her dean here with her.
"need me?" dean whispers, his eyes staring into hers. she moans at his deep voice, swearing it rumbles through her. her head tilts back, and, within mere seconds, her body bounces off of dean's soft, memory foam mattress. she hears her breath catch in her throat, to which he smirks. "too fast for you, sweetheart?"
she shakes her head quickly as her hands find his belt and button. "like it," she mutters, her thoughts flowing too quickly to focus on anything but touching dean's cock.
when it sits in the palm of her hand, hard and hot, she whines and feels a gush of wetness fall over the tops of her thighs. she immediately tries to position his cock against her entrance, but he grabs her wrist.
"one thing about us, sweetheart," dean says, "is nothing turns us on more than watching those angel eyes suck cock." he smirks at her as she nods feverishly.
he flips their positions, allowing himself to sit against the headboard while she lays in between his thighs. her ass is high in the air as she wraps her hand around his cock again, licking up his long, veiny cock. he grabs her hair immediately, allowing her brain to turn off and her mouth to be used.
"pretty girl," dean mumbles, moaning as he face fucks her. her eyes are glazed over when she looks up at him, and she moans around his cock as those beautiful, green eyes watch her suck his cock. he holds her head down, her nose just an inch away from his pelvis. she gags, and usually dean would let up, but this time, he holds her head still.
she moves her hands up his thighs, digging her nails into them, letting him know it's too much. he doesn't let up until she draws blood just one gag later.
"bitch," he mutters, as he pulls her up by her hair. he watches his doll catch her breath, a long line of spit keeping her mouth connected to his cock. her eyes are watery, and a few tears have slipped down her face. small traces of makeup are smeared over her face.
their eyes meet, and his black, soulless ones switch back to his crystal clear, serpentine green eyes. he immediately pulls her onto him, his large protective hands rubbing her back. "i'm sorry, angel," he mutters.
she pulls herself up, and her legs straddle his hips. she keeps herself close to him as he kisses her head. his kisses lead onto her face, eliciting a small, fucked-out smile from her.
"it's okay, master," she whispers, peeling his hands from her face and pressing kisses onto his wrists, desperate to feel the human in him. as she does, he rubs his cock over her wet pussy, making her whine and hide her face in his hand.
she grabs his hand and tangles their fingers together, pushing herself up onto her knees to sink down onto his cock. she watches her boyfriend's face fall into the expression it always does when she takes it all; his mouth open, eyes closed, and his chest tight with air.
"i'll always let you do whatever you want to me, sir," she says, rocking her hips back and forth on his dick.
he smacks her ass, and a deep burning sensation flows through her veins. she knows her dean is gone again, taken over by the demon yet again.
"good girl," he says, watching her intently. he watches exactly where their bodies connect.
whether it's the demon's energy coursing through her boyfriend's body or the fact that she hasn't been fucked this hard in a few months, she finds it hard to take all of dean's cock. still, she does her best, feeling electricity course through her pussy whenever she sinks down all the way. she knows from the burning that dean is there. trapped in his mind, but he's there.
knowing he's there brings her an odd source of comfort. she wants to put on a show for him, and she wants to stay on this demon's good side. she hopes that he can feel everything the way she is. she rocks her hips again, feeling dean's fat cock hit her g-spot. she lets out a very loud moan, squeezing dean's hand harder as she rides.
dean groans, too. "fuck, babygirl," he mutters. "so fucking wet."
she caresses his face with her free hand, stilling her hips. "sir?" she asks quietly.
he smirks at her shyness, bucking his hips up into her. "yes, sweetheart?"
she squeezes his hand again, and to her surprise, he squeezes back. her hands feel like she's touching a hot stove. she blushes, knowing dean's right there. "make me squirt?"
his eyes roll back as he groans, and his lightning speed flips them into doggy quickly. he places her head into the pillows and grabs her hips, fucking her soaking wet pussy hard and fast.
"sir, sir, fuck!" she screams, feeling her hips burn where his fingertips squeeze. "i need," she moans. "need your cum."
"fuck, sweetheart," dean says, slowing down his speed a bit. he chuckles. "your boyfriend in here does not want me to do that."
her laboured breathing makes her choke out, "since when did you care?"
he laughs again. "you're a dirty whore. i like it."
she smiles into the pillows and wiggles her ass, begging for him to fuck her harder. he finds his rhythm again, and within a moment, she's finding his wrist and squeezing hard as she cums around his cock.
"don't stop, sir, please, don't stop!" she can feel the tension in her tummy build up again, and she's excited to see how worked up her mortal body can make a demon.
he keeps his pace, slapping her ass and fucking her pussy deep.
"fuck, your pussy is so good, doll," he mutters. "you want a demon to cum in you?"
she nods her head yes. "want your babies," she whispers, instantly regretting her dirty words.
dean haults, flipping her onto her back. "gonna watch that pretty face."
she smiles, grabbing his face for a kiss. his hands fist the pillow around her head, and he fucks her wet, warm pussy until his cum spills into her. the feeling of his thick load inside her makes that rope in her tummy snap, and she's begging him to fuck her hard again. he does, and she squirts as he fucks his cum deeper into her.
she cries out loudly as her body winds down from its high. dean switches them so she can lay on his chest. he rubs her body all over, and if her mind wasn't gone, she would easily overthink why he's showing her any sort of care.
her leg loosely wraps around his hips, and her arms wrap around his chest. he presses kisses to her head, petting her hair.
"y'know," he starts. "takes a real strong man to fight off total possession." she nods dumbly against his chest, just happy to feel the vibrations of his voice from his chest in her ear. "your man's got a lot of willpower to get back to you, sweetheart."
she nods again, pulling herself onto him more. "thank you for not hurting me, dean."
he smiles at her, and his hands continue to rub all over her body. "i still don't have a death wish, babygirl."
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