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A CHRIS X READER THAT IS POC I BEG YOU ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BUT YK HOW THEY DID THAT COLLAB WITH SAM AND COLBY, TARA, JAKE, LARRAY AND JOHNNIE

BUT DURING THE COLLAB CHRIS WAS BEING REAL TOUCHY WITH THE READER LIKE WHEN SHE BENDS OVER HED PUT HIS HANDS ON HER CROTCH BUT NB SEES IT AND THEY EVENTUALLY F*CK PLS

last time

chris sturniolo x poc! reader

warnings: smutttt, p in v, cursing, unprotected sex, cream pie, choking, poc! reader, sexual jokes

a/n: writing for this friend group was so funnn

enjoyyy<33

“wait, ok chris! let me get up!” i exclaimed, laughing as chris squeezed his arms around me tighter.

we were currently at the triplet’s house with his brothers, jake, johnnie, tara, larray, sam, and colby.

when the entire group agreed we were hungry, i offered to make us something.

“so, what’s on the menu?” colby asked, eyebrows raised as he clapped his hands together excitedly.

“nothing, if chris doesn’t let me get up to make it” i spoke, causing him to glare up at me and squeeze me even tighter.

upon hearing the words, the entire group yelled at chris to get off of me, the hunger beginning to make them cranky.

“fine” he grumbled as he let go of me, allowing me to stand up.

i began to make my way to the kitchen when tara spoke up, “wait! i’ll help you” she smiled as she walked over to me.

once we got to the kitchen, which happened to be just out of earshot from the couch that the rest of the group resided on, she began to speak.

“so, you and chris aren’t together, right?” she asked.

i raised my eyebrows at her suspiciously at the statement, squinting at her. “why?”

she lightly chuckled at that, “i just noticed you guys are really touchy, but i don’t wanna assume anything” she said, raising her hands in defense.

i laughed at the gesture, “no, you’re ok. i don’t know what we are, honestly. i mean, we’re really close, probably closer than friends should be. but, neither of us are ready for a relationship, you know?”

it was true, chris and i had done some questionable things for just being friends.

it’s not like we had sex often, we just happened to get caught up in the moment once or twice.

…and a few times after that…. and a few more after those times.

but other than that, we had a completely normal friendship.

we were both aware of each other’s feelings, but we were content with where our relationship was at.

why risk messing everything up when we’re both happy ?

“so you guys don’t want to be in a relationship, you just want to act like you’re in one?” she pointed out, “that logic seems a bit flawed to me”

“you do have a point, but honestly? change is scary, and i’m not willing to completely dismantle mine and chris’s relationship because i got greedy” i spoke.

she tilted her head, squinting her eyes, “is that not what you’re doing right now?” she deadpanned. “you’re not worried that fucking around will ruin your relationship first?”

my eyes widened at the statement, “when did i say we were fucking around?” i defended, taken aback at how quickly she was able to figure it out.

“so y’all are? i knew it!” larray joined in, suddenly appearing next to me.

i quickly shushed him, not wanting chris to hear the conversation from his spot on the couch.

“keep your voice down, he’s right there! and where did you even come from?” i asked.

i glanced over to chris to determine whether he had heard the conversation, only to be met with his eyes already on me.

“you think he knows we’re talking about him?” tara whispered to us, catching his gaze on me.

“i don’t know, but girl he’s eye fucking the shit out of you right now” larray told me.

my jaw dropped at his words, a light giggle falling from my lips.

“oh our girl’s getting dicked down tonight” tara joined in.

“y’all have to stop” i spoke, the two collectively laughing at my flustered state.

suddenly, chris got up from his spot, beginning to walk over to the kitchen.

“oh shit, he’s coming over” i whispered to them.

“okay girl, go get your pasta and lobster” larray spoke, beginning to walk away.

“you got this!” tara whispered, walking away with him.

before i knew it, chris stood in front of me, a light smirk growing on his face.

“you guys talkin about me?” he asked, his hands finding their way to my waist.

“no” i denied, despite of us both knowing it wasn’t true.

"mmhm, you tell them how good i make you feel?” he asked as his fingers ran over the skin under my t-shirt.

“chris” i spoke, swallowing harshly.

“how you act all innocent in front of everyone else, but in bed you’re a freak?” he whispered into my ear.

“chris!” i scolded him, lightly slapping his chest. “what’s gotten into you?”

“what do you think? you’re walking around in this skirt, showing off your thighs. all i can think about is shoving my head between them” he spoke, his hands running down my body.

just before they could make their way to my thighs, a voice made us pull away, “you guys are real cute and all, but i’m hungry! chris, please just let her make our food” jake yelled from his spot.

his words caused tara to smack him upside the head, his face contorting into a wince at the feeling.

“what are you making anyway? we have, like, no food in our fridge” matt spoke up.

“oh, i know. i was just gonna make pizza rolls” i answered.

“we don’t have any pizza rolls” nick spoke, brows furrowing in confusion.

“yeah, we do” chris spoke, pulling them out of the freezer, “i bought her some”

i smiled bashfully at the statement, mouthing a “thank you” to chris.

he lightly nudged me with his shoulder in response, a smile of his own growing on his face.

“you two make me sick” colby spoke, “don’t be jealous, it’s not my fault no one buys you pizza rolls” i defended.

his eyes widened at that, taking offense to the words.

“ok, but wait, you said you were cooking something. this entire time i thought you were actually making us a meal” nick said, the group making noises of agreement.

“listen, y’all ! i’m not, nor did i ever claim to be a chef. i don’t know what you thought, but you were wrong” i spoke playfully.

“and nick, you know there’s no food, this is your house. where did you think i was getting ingredients from?” i asked as i placed the pizza rolls on a sheet.

“girl i don’t know, but pizza rolls aren’t gonna fill anyone up, those are like appetizers”

“ok then don’t eat any” i shrugged as i finished emptying the package.

“y’all can order something if you want, i’m really just craving pizza rolls” with that the group began to have a conversation about what they wanted to order.

“i’ll have some of your pizza rolls” chris spoke from beside me.

“good” i smiled up at him, before grabbing the baking sheet to place in the oven.

i bent over, pulling the oven open to place the sheet on the rack.

when my skirt rose up slightly, chris didn’t waist a second in placing his hand on my ass.

he quickly dipped his fingers into my panties, rubbing my heat.

he used his free hand to pull my front half back up, quickly covering my mouth with the palm of his hand.

“hmphhh” i lightly moaned into his hands, as his fingers explored my wetness, collecting my arousal on his fingers.

before i knew it, his fingers left my body, as he turned me around to face him.

he placed his fingers, which were now coated in my juices, into his mouth.

i watched intently as his tongue swirled around each finger, lapping at them like a starved man.

“hm, just needed a taste” he spoke, smirking at my shocked state, “you should probably close that”

“close what?” i asked him as i blinked rapidly, attempting to recover from his actions.

he nodded towards the oven with his head, “i don’t know how well they’ll cook if you leave the door open” he raised his eyebrows at me.

he was having the time of his life right now.

“uh- yeah, yeah you’re right” i spoke as i quickly closed the oven door.

“need some help with that?” chris asked as he stared down at my thighs, which were involuntarily clenching together.

i was doing my best to hold it together, but his actions turned me on far more than i’d like to admit.

“i’m fine” i spoke quickly, hoping he wouldn’t point out the fact that i was obviously lying.

but he, being chris, would never give me the luxury of sparing me from his teasing.

“really? you don’t look fine. you look like you need to be ruined” he whispered into my ear.

“chris, i’m not gonna have sex with you with all of these people in the house”

“really? don’t think that’s stopped you before” he spoke cockily.

“we said that the last time was gonna be it, remember?” i reminded him, placing my hand on his chest.

“yeah, you’re right, we have to stop. so we’re done doing this” he nodded his head at me.

“yup, that’s it. it’s done”

well, it was done. until-

“fuck, chris! yes, yes, yes ! right fucking there, holy shit” i did my best to keep quiet, as chris pounded into me from behind.

“one last time, just one last time” he whispered to himself while he drove himself in and out of me like his life depended on it.

“if this is the last time, i’m gonna make sure you remember that no one else will ever fuck you like i do” he whispered into my ear, chest pressing against my back while my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“ you got that? can you say it back to me, princess? “

“i- no one, no one will ever fuck me like you do” i heaved out, fisting his sheets as continued to push himself deep inside of me.

“damn right” he rasped, as he gave my ass a slap, eliciting a moan from me.

“god, what did i do to deserve you? you’re so fucking good for me, holy shit” his head fell back as he moaned out.

“you feel so good in me, chris. don’t want anyone else, just you” i spoke back to him.

“yeah? am i making you feel good, baby? that’s all i ever want, just want you to feel good” he whispered, his fingers digging into my waist.

“you always do, baby. always feel so good with you” i moaned back.

my mind grew fuzzy as he went from giving sharp, quick thrusts to slow and deep ones, allowing me to feel every inch of him.

“love fucking you hard, but i gotta show you how much i care bout you” he spoke before burying his nose into my neck.

he placed a sweet kiss to the skin, before pulling it between his lips.

he sucked on the skin until it became darker, making it known that he had been there.

his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his body as his cock stretched out my pussy.

“i don’t- fuck chris, it’s so good” i choked out as he continued to leave kisses against my skin.

“love seeing you like this, all fucked out under me. you’re so fucking beautiful, can’t believe you’re even real” he whispered.

“all yours, chris. you’re the only one who gets to see me like this”

i pushed my hips back into him, grinding on his dick, as he wrapped a hand around my neck to choke me.

“god, oh my-” he whined out his dick twitching inside of me.

“you gonna cum for me, chris?” i asked as i felt myself on the brink of my own orgasm.

“yes, yes, please cum with me” he whispered, head dropping to the crook of my neck as he shot his seed inside of me.

he continued to thrust into me, the coil in my stomach snapping as i coated his cock in my pleasure.

coaxing me through my orgasm, he gave a few more sloppy thrusts, before gently pulling out of me.

“did so good for me” he mumbled, pressing a light kiss to my shoulder.

“was that good ? did i hurt you?” he asked as he went to lay down next to me.

“of course it was good, chris. and i’m okay” i told him, cupping his cheek.

“good, let me clean you up and we can cuddle?” he asked, a grin taking over his features.

“yeah, sounds good“ i spoke as i heard my phone vibrate on chris’s nightstand.

when i opened it up, i was met with unopened text messages:

THE ULTIMATE CROSSOVER ❗️(10 MEMBERS)

matty b 💁🏻‍♂️ 9:01 pm

SHUT THE HELL UP ! WE CAN HEAR YOU ALL THE WAY OUT HERE

nick 👑 9:01 pm

oh great you guys pissed off mat

(i agree w him)

johnnie 🧛🏻 9:02 pm

i’m just waiting for my food

jake 🕸️ 9:10 pm

CHRIS STOP FUCKING AND TELL US WHAT U WANT SO WE CAN ORDER OUR FOOD

tara 👅 9:10 pm

YOU SHOULD’VE GOTTEN IT BEFORE THEY DISAPPEARED TOGETHER

TF WERE U EXPECTING DUMBASS

larray 💅🏽 9:15 pm

🍝+ 🦞

if it’s not snowing she ain’t going y’all

sam 👻🌝 9:34 pm

update: we ate your pizza rolls

colby 👻🌚 9:34 pm

we’re still hungry hurry up

y/n ⭐️ 9:41 pm

MY PIZZA ROLLS ???

FUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF U HOES

IMMA FIGHT Y’ALL 🤺🤺

chris 🦌 9:41 pm

oops

my bad guys

nick 👑 9:42 pm

chris come do the walk of shame out here so i can beat your ass 🙂

TARA 🧚🏻‍♀️ 9:20 pm

🌀🌀🌀🌀

masterlist

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storiesforallfandoms · 5 months

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kneel ~ loki laufeyson;mcu

word count: 3541

request?: no

description: after finally being fed up with loki’s pranks, she finds out something about her friend’s little brother, something that intrigues her greatly

pairing: loki laufeyson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (masturbation, oral - f receiving, unprotected p in v)

masterlist (one, two, three)

I had known Thor since we were both kids, and that meant I had known Loki just as long. Loki was always Thor’s annoying little brother who lived up to his “God of Mischief” title a little too much. He had always loved to pull pranks on Thor and his friends, and he was the only one who enjoyed any of those pranks.

They started when we were kids - small, innocent pranks that were annoying, but not terrible. It was when they continued into our teenage and young adult years that they became a problem.

It was no use talking to Thor about it. He loved his little brother too much, even if he didn’t like the pranks either. He’d always just say, “He is the God of Mischief. It is just within his nature.”

I was pushed to the edge one day when I returned to my quarters to find a surprise waiting for me in my bed. Everyone knew of my fear of snakes. This information had unfortunately reached Loki as well. I had been waiting for him to use that information against me, but eventually I managed to forget he even knew. Until I got back to my quarters, kicked off my boots, and pulled back the covers to flop onto my bed, only to find it was full of snakes.

I shrieked and fell flat onto my ass. My heart was pounding as one of the snakes stretched its body out to put its face in mine. My fear was quickly replaced by anger as I realized exactly who put them there. I got to my feet and stormed out the door.

Loki was in the palace garden by himself. He was lucky I didn’t have any of my weapons, even though I could do just as much damage without them. I stormed up to him and, when he turned to face me, I swung. My fist connected with his cheek, knocking him to the ground. He had the audacity to look up at me in shock as he cupped his cheek.

“I have had enough of your bullshit, Loki!” I sneered. “Your tricks are going too far. Now you will pay!”

He tried to stutter something out, but I cut him off with a kick to the gut. I heard him wheeze as he fell onto his back, clutching his stomach. I knew I’d be in huge trouble if anyone were to catch us. Whether I was Thor’s friend or not didn’t matter when I was beating the shit out of the Asgardian prince. But I was far from caring at that point.

I drew back my leg and kicked him again, sending him rolling across the ground again. He quickly scrambled to his knees, holding his hands up to stop my assaults.

“I’m sorry!” he said. “I’m sorry. The snakes were too far, you’re right.”

“Why should I accept your apology?” I asked. “Nothing has ever stopped you before. Why should I believe you won’t put more snakes in my quarters once I’ve forgotten about this?”

“Please, I promise you I will never pull any pranks on you ever again. I have learned my lesson. You have my word on that.”

His word often meant nothing. He was the trickster god after all. I wouldn’t trust his word as far as I could throw him.

But there was something about the way he looked right now; on his knees, looking up at me with his big, blue eyes, his chest rising and falling with every panted breath as he tried to recover from my attack. His words were lost as I just looked at him. The thoughts that started to fill my mind were not ones I would’ve ever thought I could have about Loki.

When I realized what I was thinking, I quickly snapped out of my trance wans said, “I believe you” before turning to rush back to my quarters.

I closed my door and leaned back against it. I had completely forgotten about the creatures Loki had left in my bed, but now they were gone. I guess he had used his magic to get rid of them sometime between my attack and hasty departure. I tried to channel that anger back as I was reminded of what sent me to Loki to begin with, but my mind was now clouded with the image of Loki on his knees.

I decided to get a quick, cold shower to try and cool myself down, but it only made things worse. As the cold water cascaded over my body, I found myself envisioning that I wasn’t alone. As my hands moved over my body, I found myself imagining they were Loki’s hands. Soapy hands running over my arms, my shoulders, cupping my breasts. I let out a moan as I squeezed them, imagining Loki stood behind me, his lips on my neck as his hands toyed with me.

I gasped as I came to my sense. What is wrong with me?!

The minute the water shut off, my body felt hot to the touch again. The thought alone of having to put clothes back on made me feel claustrophobic, so I decided just to slip under the covers. my mind was still playing images I desperately wished would stop. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Loki. It’s not like I hadn’t noticed Loki like that before. When the two of us were going through puberty and starting to “notice” the opposite sex more, I saw how handsome he had become. But even then I never thought of him like this.

There was a dull ache between my legs that was starting to become too much to ignore. Maybe...maybe I just take care of it and these thoughts will finally go away.

I let one hand move down my body again, skimming over my breasts and stomach until I reached the heat between my legs. I gasped as I applied light pressure to my clit. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to picture Loki. I imagined him on his knees again, his blue eyes watching me as I stand over him. I pictured him pulling me closer and his lips teasing the host skin of my lower stomach. I whimpered as I applied more pressure to the circles I was rubbing on my clit. In my imagination, Loki was lifting my leg over his shoulder to get better access to my dripping pussy.

Before I could stop myself, Loki’s name slipped from my lips followed by a string of moans. Despite the fact that my brain was too lust clouded to really think about it, I knew I had no reason to stop myself from saying his name while I pleasured myself. The walls were essentially soundproof, so no one was going to hear who I was fantasizing about.

Or so I thought anyways.

Because as I came closer and closer to the edge, I heard a noise in my room. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was not alone.

Loki was stood there, looking at me with wide eyes and pink tinted cheeks.

I screamed and sat up. The blanket fell to my lap, so I collected it again and used it to cover my bare body.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I snapped. “How did you get in?!”

“I-I came in while you were in the shower,” he responded. “I...I was trying to scare you as payback for what happened in the garden, but when you came out naked and didn’t get dressed...”

He trailed off, his face growing redder by the second. I wondered at first how much he had seen, but if he was saying he had been here since I was in the shower, that meant he had seen everything. He had seen me naked, seen me touching myself, heard me moaning his name.

It was my turn for my face to burn with embarrassment. I turned away quickly so he couldn’t see my expression.

“Do you often think of me when you’re in here at night getting yourself off?”

I tried to scowl at him for even asking such a stupid question, but when my eyes met his I saw that he was no longer embarrassed. Instead, there seemed to be a hint of mischief in those blue eyes. And not the kind where he was about to cause some sort of annoying trouble. No, this was lust.

“No,” I told him. “I’ve never thought of you like this. It’s just...for some reason...after seeing you on yours knees in the garden...”

He chuckled. “Oh, you want to see me on my knees then, is that it?”

I could feel the heat growing between my legs again. Loki approached me, pausing a moment to see if I was going to tell him to leave. I knew I should’ve, but I really did not want to. I was curious to see where he was going with this, and if it meant he was going to give me the release I dearly needed...well, there was no harm in that, was there?

When I didn’t give any indication that I wanted him to leave, he extended a hand to me. I took it and he gently pulled me from my bed so I was standing in front of him. He was always taller than me, but I never truly noticed it until this moment, looking up at him and waiting for him to make some sort of move. He held eye contact with me as he slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of me.

“What was it I was doing in your fantasy?” he asked.

“Y-You were using your m-mouth on me,” I stuttered out.

“Like this?” he asked before leaning forward to press a kiss to my stomach - just like in my fantasy.

“Y-Yes,” I said. “But also...lower.”

“How much lower?”

“I think you know.”

He chuckled again. “I do, but I want to hear you say it.”

“You were kissing me on my pussy before you so rudely interrupted my fantasy.”

I gasped as he lightly bit at the soft skin on my stomach. “So naughty, even when you have me on my knees wanting to give you exactly what you were thinking about. Although, I suppose I did so rudely interrupt you while you were trying to get yourself off. I should try to make that up to you.”

He took my leg and lifted it over his shoulder. I reached behind me and used the nearest object - my nightstand - to steady myself as Loki immediately dove his tongue into my folds. I gasped, which turned into a moan. It felt even better than I ever could’ve imagined. Actually, I don’t think anything I could’ve imagined would ever live up to this. I had never had anyone go down on me, although I had done the same to plenty of my partners in the past. The feeling made me so lightheaded so quickly that I felt like I was floating.

While keeping one hand on my nightstand (because I was sure if I stopped holding it I would’ve toppled over), I ran my other through Loki’s long hair. Growing up, I had often teased him about wanting to keep his hair long because I told him it would just get in the way during battle. But now, I was glad he had never taken any of my words to heart. His long, black locks were the perfect thing to grab hold of and use to direct him as he devoured me. At one point, as his tongue ran from the tip of my clit all the way down to my pussy, I involuntarily pulled on his hair a little harder than I meant to. His response was to moan, not taking his mouth from me, sending a shiver all throughout my body.

He was watching me. Never once did his eyes leave me as he made me come undone just with his tongue. I tried to keep eye contact, but my eyes kept closing or my head would lull back in pleasure. I wanted this to last as long as possible, but I found myself nearing the edge quickly. I tried to pull Loki away, but he attached himself to me.

“Wait,” I breathed. “I-I’m gonna...”

“Cum in my mouth,” he told me before placing his mouth around my clit again and running his tongue over it.

It was enough to finally push me over the edge. I cried out in pleasure as I felt his tongue run down to my pussy to collect the juices running from it. My legs began to tremble and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand up for much longer. As if reading my mind, Loki’s hands raised up to hold onto my hips as he had a few last laps. When he finally managed to pull himself from me, I could see that his lips were glistening from me. It was enough to almost turn me on again.

He got to his feet again and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips. He slowly backed me up until I was falling back onto my bed. He followed me down, crawling on top of me so that his legs were straddling my hips. His mouth was on mine again, still hungry as if he hadn’t just eaten me like a man who hadn’t had food in years.

I reached between us to try and undo his pants, but he quickly moved his hand to capture my wrist. I jumped at the sudden contact.

“Do you not want to go further?” I asked. “I’ll respect your wishes if not, but you’re giving me very mixed signals if that’s the case.”

He shook his head. “No, I want to go further. You have no idea how badly I need to be inside of you right now. It’s just...”

He didn’t have to finish his sentence for me to understand what he meant.

“There’s a lady in town who gives out contraceptives to the maidens in town,” I told him. “She said that on Midgard they call it ‘birth control’, but other realms are starting to take note of it to try and control their populations.”

“So...if we were to go through with this, there’s no risk of us producing an offspring?”

For some reason, the way he phrased it made me giggle as I shook my head. “No. There will be no little Lokis running around the castle.”

In a flash, his lips were on mine again. He didn’t stop me when I reached between us this time. I unbuttoned his pants and tried to pull them down without breaking the kiss. Unfortunately, it was not as easy as I would have wanted it to be and we eventually had to break away so Loki could undress himself. I watched, impatiently, as he pulled his shirt over his head first, then agonizingly slowly removed his pants and boxers. I couldn’t help but stare as his cock sprang free from their confinements. I had never really thought about the size of Loki’s dick, but I was pleasantly surprised to see what he was packing.

He climbed over me again, kissing me deeply as he lined himself up with entrance. I was still wet enough from my first orgasm that he was able to run the head of his dick through my folds and collect enough wetness that he could push himself into me with ease. He filled me slowly, letting me adjust to every inch of his length until he was buried to the hilt inside of me. I felt so full that I almost never wanted him to pull out of me.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “If anything hurts I’ll stop.”

“You are hardly the first lover I’ve had, Loki,” I told him. “I’ve done this before, you aren’t going to hurt me.”

He grinned down at me. “My, my, Thor’s virtuous best friend allowing herself to be defiled?”

“I’m hardly virtuous. Even Thor knows that. He just never wants to heard of my escapades.”

“I don’t think I want to hear of them either.” Before I could respond, he pulled out until it was just the head of his dick inside of me, before thrusting all the way in again. The words fizzled in my throat and became moans instead. “I don’t want to think of anyone else defiling you. Not in the past, and not in the future. If we are crossing this boundary tonight, then I want you to be mine. No other person in all of Asgard or any other realm can have you, do you understand?”

I nodded.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Gods, Loki, I’m yours! I promise, I will not let anyone else have me. I’m yours and yours alone, I swear.”

I could feel his smirk against my neck as he began to kiss me. “Say it one more time. I like hearing it.”

“I’m yours, Loki. All of me is yours.”

With every thrust inwards he was hitting spots that I didn’t even know could exist within me. He kissed wherever his lips could reach, and what they couldn’t reach he touched with his hands instead. He continued to whisper sweet nothings into my ear as he fucked me like it was his life’s purpose. I wasn’t sure if he actually meant that he wanted me to be his or if it was just the lust of the moment taking over, but I was starting to hope he really meant it. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else after this. He was ruining me with every thrust, every caress, every kiss.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “I’m getting close.”

“Please cum in me,” I said. If I was in my right mind I might’ve been embarrassed to beg, but there was one thing I wanted right now and I wasn’t afraid to voice that.

“Is that what you want, pet?” he asked. “Do you want me to fill you up? To really claim you as mine?”

I nodded quickly, unable to form any other words. I wrapped my legs around his waist, which caused him to chuckle. “Alright, I’ll give you exactly what you want then.”

I could feel him twitching inside of me, and within a matter of seconds he was spilling into me. He buried his head into my shoulder, his groans muffled against my skin. My hands were gripping at his back so hard that I was sure there were going to be imprints of my nails left in his skin. I looked up at the ceiling of my quarters, but all I could see were stars.

We laid together for what felt like hours. I didn’t want this to end, but I feared that once Loki had come down from his high that he would regret everything he had said. I knew I probably was supposed to feel the same way, he was Thor’s little brother after all. I shouldn’t think of him as a partner or a lover. And yet, I was dreading the moment he pulled out of me and looked at me with regret. Or worse yet, that he would leave without even so much as a glance in my direction and forget this ever happened.

To my surprise, when Loki finally did pull himself from me, he held me with one arm and moved the blankets back so we could both slip under them. He pulled me to him, resting my head on his chest, and reached over to turn off the light on my nightstand.

“You’re staying, then?” I asked. It came out soft and hopeful.

“Did you want me to leave?” he asked.

“No,” I said quickly.

“Then I’ll stay.”

“You don’t...regret what just happened?”

“Do you?”

“Do you always have to answer a question with a question?”

His chest vibrated beneath my cheek as he laughed. “Well, considering the questions you’re asking, I feel the need to make sure that isn’t how you’re feeling.”

“It’s not,” I confirmed. “I want you to stay, and I don’t regret what just happened. If anything, I’m very glad it happened. I don’t think I’ve felt that good during sex in a long time.”

“Then you were having sex with the wrong people.”

“Evidently so.”

He squeezed me gently and kissed my forehead. I felt the touch run through my entire body, from the place he kissed on my head all the way down to my toes.

“I meant what I said. About you being mine,” he said. “I’m not one to engage in meaningless sex. If that’s all you wanted, then I would leave and forget it ever happened. But, I don’t intend to let you go that easily.”

“I don’t intend to be let go.”

“Good.” He kissed me again. I couldn’t fight back the smile that tugged at my lips. “Go to sleep. We can talk about this more in the morning.”

I nodded and settled against his chest. “Goodnight Loki.”

“Goodnight, love.”

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How can I make money writing fiction?

I'm gonna be straight with you. There is no guarantee that you'll make enough as an independent writer to make it worth your time. You very well might -- I make a liveable wage as an independent writer -- but many don't. Most writers I know also have a job. And luck plays a big part in it.

If you're interested in going forward in spite of this, you have two main options for monetisation open to you, and you are going to have to pick one. I call them the sales model and the sponsorship model, and you are going to have to pick one.

The sales model involves writing stories and selling them to readers. You can put books up on Amazon or Smashwords, sell them direct from your own website, enlist the help of a traditional publisher to handle that for you and let them decide where to sell, whatever -- the point is that your money is made from the sale of books to readers. If you go with a traditional publisher, you're using this model (though they will give you some of the money ahead of time in the form of an advance). Most indie authors also use this model, publishing through draft2digital, Ingram Spark, direct through Amazon, whatever. I've never relied on the sales model and can't give you any advice on how to do this, but Tumblr is full of indie authors who probably can.

The sponsorship model involves soliciting small amounts of money from various readers over time. This is ideal for web serials, and it's what I use. I use Patreon, which is designed specifically for this purpose, but you can use other sites such as ko-fi. This model involves providing regular content for free, with bonuses for those who support you.

"Can't I do both? Sell books and have a Patreon?" You absolutely can! I know several indie authors with a Patreon. I sell my completed books as ebooks and will eventually sell them as paperbacks. But your time and attention is limited, and so is your audience's, and you're going to have to half-arse one of these in order to have enough arse to whole-arse the other. You're going to make a lo of decisions that benefit either the sponsorship model or the sales model, not both. So pick your primary income source early and commit.

I can only advise on writing web serials and using the sponsorship model, so I'll go ahead with that assumption. If you want to make a liveable wage doing this, not only will you need luck, you'll also need patience. This is not a fast way to build a career. at the end of my first year of doing this, I had one single patron, and they were a real-life friend of mine. When I reached an income of $100/month, I threw a little party for myself, I was so happy. It had taken such a long time and was so much work. I reached enough to cover rent/mortgage after I'd been doing this for more than four years. It's a long term sort of career.

Here are some general tips for succeeding in this industry, given by me, someone with no formal training in any of this who only vaguely knows what they're talking about:

Have a consistent update schedule and STICK TO IT

The #1 indicator for stable success in this industry (aside from luck, which we're discounting because you can't do much about that) is having a consistent update schedule. Your readers need to know when the next chapter is coming out, and it should be coming out regularly. Ideally, you should have no breaks or hiatuses -- if you're in a bus crash or something, that might be unavoidable, and your readers will understand if you tell them, but if you're stopping and starting a lot for trivial reasons, they WILL abandon you. You can't get away with that shit if you're not Andrew Hussie, and I'm pretty sure Andrew Hussie doesn't message me for career advice on Tumblr. If you find you need a lot of hiatuses to write fast enough then you're updating too often; change your schedule. A regular schedule is more important than a fast one (ideally it should be both, but if you have to pick between the two, pick regular).

2. Pay attention to your readership, listen to what they want from you

Your income is based on a pretty complicated support structure when you're using the sponsorship model. this model relies on people finding your story, liking your story, and continuing to find it valuable enough to keep paying you month after month. This means that your rewards for your sponsors should be things that they value and will continue to pay for ('knowing I'm supporting an artist whose work I enjoy' counts as a thing that they value, to my great surprise; there's a lot of people giving me money just for the sake of giving me money, so I can pay my mortgage and keep writing for them without needing a second job), but it also means supporting the entire network that attracts readers and keeps them having the best time they can with your story -- being part of a rewarding community. Because this is advice on making money, I'm going to roughly divide your readership into groups based on how they affect your bottom line:

sponsors. People giving you money directly. The importance of keeping this group happy should be obvious.

administration and community helpers -- discord moderators, IT people, guys who set up fan wikis, whoever's handling your mailing list if you have a mailing list. You can do this stuff yourself, or you can hire someone to do it, but if you're incredibly lucky and people enjoy being a part of your reader community, people will sometimes volunteer to do the work for free. If you are lucky enough to get such people, respect them. They are doing you a massive favour, and they're not doing it for you, but to maintain a place that they value, and you have to respect both of those things. My discord has just shy of 1,300 members and is moderated by volunteers. I'd peel my own face off if I had to moderate a community that large. If you've got people stepping up to do work for you, you need to respect them and you need to make sure that they continue to find that rewarding by doing what you can to make sure that the community they're maintaining is rewarding. Sometimes this means taking actions and sometimes this means staying the fuck out of the way. Depending on the circumstances.

fan artists. Once you have people drawing your characters, writing fanfic of your stories, whatever, treat these like fucking gold. Give them a space to do this, and more importantly, give them a space to do this without you in it. Fanworks are a symptom of engagement with your work, which is massively important. They are also a component of a healthy community, an avenue for readers to talk to each other and express themselves creatively to each other. Third, fanworks act as a bridge for new readers. When readers share their art on, say, Tumblr, it can intrigue new people and get them into the story. Your job in all of this is to give them the space to work, encourage them as required or invited (I reblog most TTOU fanart that I'm tagged in on Tumblr, for instance), and other than that, stay the fuck out of their way. These people are vital to the liveblood of your community, the continued engagement of your audience, and the interest of your sponsors. Some of the fan artists will be sponsors themselves; some won't be. Those who aren't sponsors are still massively valuable for their art.

speculators, conversers, theorists, livebloggers, and That Guy Who's Just Really Jazzed For The Next Chapter. Some people don't make art but just like to chat about your story. These people are a bedrock of the community that's supporting your sponsors and increasing your readership, and therefore are critical to your income stream. Give them a place to talk. Be nice to them when they talk to you. Sometimes, they'll ask you questions about the story, which you can choose to answer or not, however you feel is appropriate. They'll also want to chat about non-story-related stuff with each other, so make sure they have a place to do that, too.

that guy who never talks to you or comments on anything but linked your story to ten guys in his office who all read it now. Some of your supporters are completely invisible to you. You can't do anything for these people except continue to release the story and have a forum they can silently lurk on if they want to. But, y'know, they exist.

If you want to focus on income then these are, roughly, the groups of people that you will need to listen to and accommodate for. You can generally just make sure they have space to do their thing, and if they want anything else, they'll tell you (yes, guys, paperbacks will be coming eventually). Many people will fit into multiple groups -- I have some sponsors that are in every single one of these groups except the last. Some will only be in one group. A healthy income rests on a healthy community which rests on accommodating these needs.

3. If you can manage it, try to make your story good.

It's also helpful for your story to be good. Economically, this is far less important than you'd think -- there are some people out there writing utter garbage and making a living doing it. Garbage by what standards? By whatever your standards are. Just think of the absolute laziest, emptiest, hackiest waste-of-bandwidth story you can imagine -- some guy is half-arsing that exact story and making three times what you'll ever make on Patreon doing it. And honestly? Good for him. If he's making that much then his readers are enjoying it, and that's what matters. Still, one critical component of making money as a writer is writing something that people actually want to read. And you can't trick them with web serials, because they don't pay in advance -- if they're bored, they'll just stop. So you have to make it worth their time, money and attention, and the simplest way to do that is to write a good story.

This hardly seems mentioning, since you were presumably planning to do that anyway. It's basic respect for your audience to give them something worth their time. Besides, if we're not interested in improving our craft and striving for our best, what are we even writing for? I'm sure I don't need to tell you to try to write a good story. The reason I list this is in fact the opposite -- don't let "I'm not a good enough writer" paralyse you. The world is full of someday-writers who endlessly fuss over and revise a single story because it's not good enough, it's not perfect, they're not Terry Pratchett yet. Neither was Terry Pratchett when his first books were published. If you're waiting to be good enough, you won't start. I didn't think Curse Words was good enough when I started releasing it -- I still don't. I started putting it out because I knew it was the only way I'd get myself to actually finish something. I don't think it's all that great, but you know what? An awful lot of people read it and really enjoyed it. And if I hadn't released it, I'd have been doing those people a disservice.

Also, it taught me a lot, and based on what I learned, Time to Orbit: Unknown is much better. If I'd never released Curse Words, if I hadn't seen how people read it and reacted to it and seen what worked and what didn't, then Time to Orbit: Unknown wouldn't be very good. And it certainly wouldn't be making me a living wage, because it was the years writing Curse Words that started building the momentum I have today.

And Time to Orbit: Unknown as it is today has some serious problems. Problems that I'm learning from. And the next book will be a lot better.

So that's basically my advice for making money in this industry. Be patient, be lucky, be consistent. Value your community; it's your lifeline, even the parts of it that don't directly pay you. And try to make your story as good as you can, but make that an activity you do, not a barrier to prevent you from starting.

Good luck.

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nyxiswrites1200 · 5 months

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Could you maybe do a guilty pleasure Sebastian (or Elliot) post? I’m not sure I have any specific ideas in mind. I really like slight possessiveness (not outright yandere) so maybe something like whoever you chose getting jealous of another bachelor/ette getting attention from the farmer and being a bit possessive of them? Lots of “you’re mine and I hope you know it” and giving hickies to mark territory type stuff. I also would like you to just have fun with it, you know? I’d like you to enjoy the writing process too, I know how much it sucks to not have ideas to write. Indulge yourself :)

"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔"

AAAAA I didn't expect someone to respond so fast?? But I literally love this <33 Indulge I will, love. I hope you enjoy it <3

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Sebastian x GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, OOC(??), Jealousy, Possessive bf, Established Relationship, Oral sex, PDA, Marking/Hickeys, Praise, Aftercare

Mentions: Reader enjoying coffee/hot chocolate, Sam (Stardew), drinking/alcohol, Use of nicknames (Precious, Sebby)

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Sebastian was always an amazing lover. Ever since you two started dating in Pelican Town, he was rough around the edges at first, but that seemed to be just your thing.

The saloon was bustling with activity tonight. You and Sam were playing pool in the corner while Sebastian refilled his drink. Sam had missed the ball by a long shot, tripping onto the pool table. You couldn't help but laugh as you went over and helped him compose himself.

Sam chuckled in response to his idiocy and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. The interaction was so simple and innocent, yet it had Sebastian overtaken with a burning sense of jealousy from across the bar. Maybe it wouldn't bother him so much if you weren't so open and nice with Sam, even if he is his best friend.

When Sebastian returned, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist as he kissed you deeply. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue as he searched your mouth. You gasped softly into his mouth, and his grip on your waist tightened. When he finally pulled away for a breath, you spoke with a pant. “What was that for-” you asked curiously, but Sebastian just shrugs.

The night went on, and Sebastian seemed more aloof than usual, which had you concerned. Along with the passing glares and the clingy antics. Eventually, everyone was starting to head home for the night. Despite Sebastian's feelings, he still took your hand as you two began to walk back home.

“Sebby, what's wrong with you?” You ask, genuinely concerned. “Mm…you know you belong to me, right?” He rasps as he stops walking and drags you close to him. Chest to chest as he meets your gaze.

Oh so that's what this was, he was jealous.

“Ah- of course, I'm all yours” you respond reassuringly, but it was also completely honest.

Sebastian cracked a bit of a smile at that, and it seemed to do him in until you two made it back home. He wasn't much for public inquiries and while your words did mean something. He needed a different type of relief from this situation.

As soon as the door shut behind you both, Sebastian dropped onto the couch and pulled you into his lap.

“Sebby-” you tried to inquire, but were cut off by a small gasp as he began kissing your neck, his hands firmly holding your hips.

“Why you gotta be so fucking charming, huh?” He growled as he pulled you in closer. He began roughly sucking on your neck as he groaned in content.

“What are you talking about?” You struggle to get out as you tangle your hands in his messy hair. But you knew how jealous he got. How possessive he was over you—he wanted the most of your attention.

“Sam. Always being so fucking nice to everyone and letting him touch you…” he sighed against your neck, his lips moving to another spot. “Guess I'm gonna have to mark this pretty neck as mine; mark you as mine.” He rasped.

Sebastian sucked on your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys in the wake of his lips. You didn't mind at all. If anything, his possessive attitude had you grinding your hips into his crotch. Seeing the obvious tent start to form in his pants.

“Yes, please baby~ I'm all yours, you know that” you reassure as a moan leaves your lips. “Good” he responds softly.

“On your knees, my precious” he asks rather gently. You slide off his lap and onto the floor, sitting on your knees in front of him. You lay your head on his thigh as you reach and free his aching cock from its restraints.

“So good for me, all fucking mine” he says, placing a hand on the back of your head as he urges you to fill your mouth with him. You have no problems with it.

You take all of him down your throat with a gag, his long, pretty length with a distinct vein down the underside. It had you gagging already.

You began sucking on his cock, drool slipping down his shaft and onto his balls as you moaned onto him.

Sebastian let out moans and grunts; eventually, he pushed your head down and held you there. “So good for me, choking on my cock. You belong to me, you're my precious little thing and I won't let anyone else have you.” he held the back of your head as he began fucking into your mouth, using you to get himself off.

You felt tears threaten to spill from the feeling of gagging on him, but a soothing rub to the back of your head reassured you from his end.

“Don't cry, precious. Just showing this pretty mouth who it belongs to.”

That sentence alone had your tight and aroused hole clenching around nothing in anticipation. A part of you wishes he'd just bent you over on the pool table in the saloon and fucked you senseless. Oh god, your thoughts were awful.

It doesn't take long for Sebastian to become a moaning mess, his cock twitching as he gets close to release.

He pulls out of your mouth, and you lick up the underside of his cock as you look up at him. “Fuck…finish me off, let me cum on your face. Show you who you belong to” he groans.

You wrap your hand around his cock as you continue to edge him closer to his release. Your tongue slips over that prominent vein again, causing your boyfriend to moan.

“I'm gonna cum, precious-” he groans before a deep moan leaves him as he cums onto your face. You swallow what you can manage.

Sebastian panted as he looked down at you. Neck covering his purple-ish marks, your face splattered with his cum, and eyes teary from him fucking your throat.

“Good” he praised “I love you, precious” he smiled as he cupped your cheek “I love you too” you smiled.

Sebastian took extra care to bathe with you and make you coffee/hot chocolate in the morning. Kissing you softly as he praised you. You definitely don't mind being his.

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whatdudtheysay · 1 year

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°One night stands°

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Satoru Gojo x F! Reader (afab) •outfit inspo•

Context - The infamous school playboy has finally set sight on his new competition...

(Modern au and not proofread )

Cw- unprotected sex (don't do this) , breeding kink, kind of hate sex?

Part 2

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Satoru Gojo. One of the most intelligent students in one of the most prestigious colleges across Japan. But his attitude was the complete opposite.

He was what you'd label a 'playboy'. Overly attractive, charming, athletic and a big asshole. Him and his friends - Sukuna and Getou were infamous for how quickly they slept around with different girls, so much to the point where guys on campus envied them.

However, they were obviously doing something right for girls to continue going back. Random girls around campus always finding them in classrooms before lessons begin to bombard them with questions.

"Satoruuu, when am I gonna see you again?"

"Gojo please come out with me and my friends tonight?"

But that all changed for him when you walked into his business class. A foreign exchange student. When Gojo got a good look at you, he was speechless. You were prettier then any other girl he's dated. You had soft features and carried yourself with confidence and from what he heard when he eavesdropped on the conversations you had with other students, you were also soft spoken.

But then he noticed sukuna and Getou eye fucking you too which made his hand twitch.

"Don't get your hopes up. She's mine."

Sukuna and Getou chuckled.

"We'll see," they both hummed in unison.

Bit you were different. Yes, you noticed all three of them and they all gave you their signature smiles and you returned the kind gesture but by the end of the lesson, you weren't begging for their numbers or trying to get them close to you. Instead, you walked out with a girl and guy you'd been talking to all lesson.

Eventually, sukuna and Getou got occupied with different girls but Gojo couldn't shake you from his mind. He wanted you. Bad. But he couldn't seem to get into your bed as easy as he thought. And soon he saw some familiar behaviour. His own. You were a flirt. Basically a female version of him. He noticed you in classes flirting with various male students, giving them your full attention while you'd only give Gojo a glance and if he was lucky, a look over.

And soon enough, he decided to let you go as well, busying himself with studying in preparation for finals and hooking up with any girl that came up to him and tonight was no different. He was in the corner of the living room at a house party, a girl cornered against him, her hands rested on his chest whilst they both engaged in a sloppy makeout.

"Hey, Satoru. Stop tongue fucking." Getou, nudged Gojo's shoulder.

He broke the kiss, the girl pouting in response.

"Calm down, pretty. Go hangout with your friends for a bit, mk?"

The girl smiled half drunkenly before walking off, Gojo leaning against the wall after, taking the beer that getou handed to him.

"You even know her name?" Getou asked, a smirk on his lips.

"Nope. Told me twice 'n I forgot." Gojo sighed, taking a large sip from the beer.

Getou laughed before letting out a deep huff. "Well if you aren't too bored then maybe you could actually try with y/n again?"

Gojo raised a brow. "Who?"

"Twelve o'clock."

Gojo's eyes immediately locked on you. He was surprised he hadn't noticed you sooner. A beautiful dress hugging your figure, showing off your pretty curves, the hem dangerously short to the point where he wasn't sure if you were really wearing panties or not while a lollipop was placed in your mouth, glossy lips surrounding the sweet treat.

"Fuck..."

Getou broke into almost uncontrollable laughter, but Gojo was still in a trance, blood rushing both North and South.

"You're lucky sukuna isn't here tonight. Would've had her within minutes."

Gojo rolled his eyes before placing his beer on a nearby table.

"Course."

Gojo didn't wait for Getou to respond, instead moving his way through the sea of people until he finally got behind you, eyes locking with a random man that was talking to you. It didn't take much for him to become intimidated.

"Uhm, I'll see you in class..."

You were confused until you felt a hand tap your shoulder, making you turn, a cute and curious expression on your face which almost made Gojo fold.

"Y/n right?" Gojo smiled, letting his eyes wander down your chest.

You turned to face him fully, pulling your lollipop from your mouth, only making Gojo's thoughts more impure.

You let out a light scoff. "Gojo... Surprised you know my name."

"why's that?" He questioned, folding his arms.

"Well... With your reputation. " You remarked. "Might be hard remembering so many girls' names."

He let out a slightly sarcastic laugh. "Hilarious. But what're you doing here without your friends?"

You shrugged, looking through the crowd of people.

"probably still dancing or getting more drinks." You hummed, biting down onto your lollipop.

"You bored, pretty thing?"

Your eyes returned to his. "Kind of... Not really my vibe..."

A toothy grin fought it's way onto Gojo's lips. "Want me to make it a little more interesting?"

You raised a brow. "Is this the part where any other girl would pull down their panties for you?"

"You jealous?"

"Of course not..."

"Well, you wanna find out why they always come back?"

This time you narrowed your eyes at him. But Gojo could tell he had you locked in.

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"Fuck-!" Gojo moaned, his hips slapping into you harder, making you jolt with each thrust.

He said he'd take you back to his dorm or to a hotel nearby but seeing you in his car, arms folded under your chest, unintentionally pushing up your cleavage cut his last thread and he instead parked in a nearby car park, telling you to get in the backseat.

And that's how you ended up here, on your back looking up at him with a fucked out gaze while your hands grazed over his chest, the same place the girl prior had been clinging to, his harsh movements shaking the car almost violently, anybody who happened to be passing by at this time would be able to conclude what lewd acts were happening inside, despite the tinted windows.

Gojo on the other hand was losing himself inside of you. You hugged him so nicely to the point where he couldn't even remember where he was, the only thought in his mind was to push himself deeper into you.

"Gojo-! Right there-" you whimpered as he brushed against your sweet spot, your legs locking around his waist to pull him in further.

Gojo listened to your needy request, hands locking on your hips before picking up his pace, eyes locked on your bouncing chest, your nipples soundlessly begging to be sucked. And Gojo complied, leaning down to suckle on your breasts, moaning around them whilst a hand moved down to rub circles against your clit.

"Fuck, y/n- ah, shit, this pussy's so fucking-" Gojo rambled, moving up to your neck to lay more bites.

You would've internally rolled your eyes but you were too busy enjoying the pleasure he was giving you to give a damn about the phrases he was whispering against your neck, knowing he would've obviously told the same thing to every girl he's been with.

It didn't take long before your orgasm came dangerously close, your legs locking around him harder whilst your walls clenched around him.

"Shit, Gojo, I'm gonna-"

"Ah, fuck me too, princess." Gojo groaned against your ear. "Where do you want it?*

That sentence alone turned you on more than it should've, your walls squeezing him for dear life as you came around him, a thick white frothy ring coating his base, making Gojo shudder, a light whine leaving his lips, his orgasm almost rolling over, the feeling of releasing his seed deep inside you almost sending him feral.

"Shit," Gojo groaned, lightly slowing his pace. "Stay with me,"

You whined, trying to move away from his hips but the grip he had on you was too strong, his hips slowly picking up the pace once more when he felt his impending orgasm calm down

"Mmm, Gojo, want it- ah, want it inside me, please-!"

He didn't bother to ask if you were on the pill, easily coming to the conclusion that he could just get you plan b after, the only thought on his mind being that he wanted to fill you up to the brim with his seed.

And that he did, hips moving plush against you whilst he emptied himself completely into you , both of you letting out lewd moans. Gojo grunted when he felt your walls squeeze him, milking him for all his worth before he slowly pulled out, letting his tip lightly slap against your clit that made you jolt up, glaring at him from under your pretty lashes, your face completely flushed.

Gojo chuckled lightly, feeling lightheaded from how good you'd made him feel just by laying there and looking pretty for him.

But his hunger wasn't satiated. He needed more of you. He'd been waiting for this for too long.

He rubbed his tip over your slit before letting himself slip inside you, Gojo leaning down to capture you in a messy kiss, humming in delight at the taste of the lollipop you'd had prior.

"Sorry princess." Gojo mumbled against your lips between kisses, his hips rocking into you. "But you're just so sweet. You can take more f'me?"

You lightly nodded, sinking back into pleasure whilst your mind fogged over, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him into another kiss.

At least now you knew why almost every girl was so hooked ❤︎

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berylcups · 8 days

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Abbacchio x Reader :drabbles

“Just Friends”

Cw: drinking, dubious consent? (It’s like tipsy consenting but imma tag it as dubious just in case. Drink wisely lovelies 🍷) also this is OOC AF but for it’s myself indulgence lol MINOR DNI

Notes: here’s some drabbles from my storage. Hopefully this will keep y’all full until I got my other work completed. Let’s just say there’s some cuck fuckery going on mwahaha 💜 Beryl

Y/N was the 2nd to last addition to Bucciaratis' team. They were quiet,and reserved. They didn’t like to talk much so it was a breath of fresh air for Abbacchio. The last thing he needed was another talkative brat to annoy him. He did find them to be a little suspicious…of course it turned out they just had social anxiety.

The rowdy boys would scare Y/N back into their shell and they’d stop opening up for a while. Much to bucciaratis dismay he would have to scold the others into behaving properly so Y/N felt comfortable enough to open up and bond with the rest of the team.

What’s a way for Y/N to loosen up? Alcohol of course. Specifically wine. The team was celebrating another win for taking down a rivaling group in their territory. It was past hours at the restaurant so they all drank and ate as much as their hearts desired. Now all that’s left is Abbacchio and Y/N. Y/N is much more relaxed and talkative when they are tipsy. They 're pretty fun to be around!

“Prosecco? Pfft you’re a lightweight and a wine newbie.” Abbacchio teased.

“I only like what tastes sweet. The dry stuff makes my face pucker and upsets my stomach.” Y/N stuck their tongue out.

“Of course it upsets your stomach. You’re drinking it way too fast. You’re supposed to sip it.” He snickered. “ Here, try some of mine with the dark chocolate since you like sweet things so much.” He offered his glass to them and they took a sip and ate a piece of chocolate.

“Hmm…tastes better this time .” Y/N said concentrating on the flavors lingering in their mouth.

“See? I told you it’s better when you drink it slowly. Now you don’t have to rely on those cheap newbie wines anymore.” He said acting smug.

“Yeah but… I still like the sweeter one better .” Y/N teased.

“ You uncultured brat.” He chuckled.

Abbacchio was surprised to find someone that he could genuinely get along with. This was the first time Y/N truly bonded with any of the team. When sober, Y/N was still a little shy and pretty reserved but around Abbacchio they felt completely at ease. They were low key about it but they became close friends.

When Y/Ns CD player stopped working they were pretty frustrated. He offered one of his ear buds to listen to his music. This raised a few eyebrows, abbacchio never shared his music before.

You two had an evening ritual that just seemed to develop on its own where you would be the last ones up at night. You both enjoyed each other’s company and the comforting silence that came with it. Just drinking wine and listening to music. An occasional conversation would eventually pop up whenever he felt the need to say something.

“You should really stop biting your nails Y/N. It’s a bad habit and can cause nail damage.” Abbacchio would gently scold. “ Let me paint your nails. That will help you curb your habit. I think this color would look good on you.” He held your hands and filed your nails to an even length. Feeling how soft and small your hands are compared to his larger ones made him feel some sort of way… he never felt a feeling like this before. Is this what love is? No way, you wouldn’t like someone like him. Better suppress those feelings. He doesn’t realize how his low confidence is blinding what he’s seeing in front of them. He can’t see that you like him just as much but lack the confidence yourself as well.

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When Giorno joined he saw how quickly you went back into your shell again. Great- we made all this progress and this brat waltzes in and fucks everything up. You always clam up around new people and get shaky. He’ll gently place his hand over yours under the privacy of the table to calm you down. He’s gonna put you at ease by doing an old party trick…perfect for tea parties. You completely forgot about your anxiety seeing him put his back to you and hear him pissing into the teapot.

“You gotta be shitting me…” You thought in shock.

“Here… I hope you enjoy it. I made it myself.” He said deadpan to the newbie.

“?!” They clasped a hand over their mouth to keep themselves from bursting out laughing. They could feel the tears beginning to prick their eyes.

Of course your laughter would turn to horror when you see the young blonde down the “special tea” like it was his first drink he’s had in days.

Giorno would be a hindrance to your peace of mind but if it wasn’t for him, Abbacchio wouldn’t feel the desperate need to hold onto you tighter.

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“Eggplant parmigiana again Y/N? You don’t wanna try anything new? Here, try my Pasta alla Genovese. You’ll like it I promise.” He knew you were afraid of trying new things in case you didn’t like it and end up offending someone. He didn’t really understand the fear of offending someone but he knew it was just how your personality is. You were considerate of everyone and he thought that endearing but could also be a hindrance to you.

He pushed his plate closer to you so you could get a forkful, and you hesitantly put it in your mouth. He was right! It was delicious, you kinda regret not getting it.

“Wow you were right. That is good. It’s super meaty.” You said covering your full mouth while talking.

“I’ll give you half of mine if you give me half of yours.” He offered.

“Yessssss” You said excitedly.

“But you can only drink Chianti.” He smirked

“ fine— you wine snob.” You huffed pretending to be annoyed.

“Hey- how about sharing with us huh? Give me half of half your Genovese and you can have half of half of my fagioli!” Narancia complained.

“Shut u-“Abbacchio says before getting cut off by a fuming Fugo.

“Half of half?! Don’t you mean a QUARTER?! Have you LEARNED NOTHING?! you STUPID BASTARDO!.”Fugo blew a gasket and stabbed Narancias with a fork…again.

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You have a habit of falling asleep during long travels and you always somehow end up with your head on Abbacchios shoulder knocked out like a log. The smell of his shampoo and his cologne blend together perfectly and listening to the music he shares just puts you into another world where you forget about being crammed in a van with a bunch of rowdy boys.

“Aww aren’t you sweet letting Y/N sleep on you like that!” Mista teased. “You both look adorable ~”

“Shut the fuck up. You’re gonna wake them up and we’re just friends.” He gave Mista and the rest of the giggling crew the middle finger.

“…just friends…” you repeated in your sleep.

“Suuuuurrrreee buddy.” Mista teased as he gave him the finger guns and a cheesy ass wink.

“Get bent.” Abbacchio proceeded to throw an empty water bottle at him for that.

“…Are we there yet..?” You yawn, squinting your eyes as you adjust to the light.

“Not even close…” he growls. “ just go back to sleep. Y/N.”

Abbacchio gives Mista a scornful look that could kill him.

“H-hey don’t look at me like that! You throwing shit is what woke them up!” Mista said, trying not to fuel Abbacchios anger further.

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It was another night of you two drinking together but you decided to take it up into his bedroom for some privacy since a couple were still up playing video games in the living room. You were admiring the amount of makeup he has.

“You always know how to look so nice. I don’t even know how to put the stuff on other than foundation and mascara.” You sheepishly confessed .

“You have a nice natural look. But if you’d like I can show you how to use some of mine to change it up a bit. I have a few lipstick colors that would look amazing on you” he said getting some makeup off his makeup vanity.

His hand was gentle when he held your face, his ametrine eyes felt like they were staring directly into your soul as he applied the eyeliner on your face. You could feel your face getting red from the intense eye contact, his eyes were so gorgeous. You have never seen a 2 toned eye color before.

“If your eyes are hooded it’s best to go with a thinner line so it doesn’t smudge…” he said, focusing on the other eye now. “You can go thicker if you want but you need to wait a little bit to make sure it dries.”

“Okay…” was all you could mutter out. Him being so close made you get a little shy again like when you first met.

He wanted to keep staring into your pretty eyes, they were hypnotizing up close but he had to break contact to get out the lipstick.

It was your favorite color and it compliments your skin tone well. Looking at your lips as he put it on you was giving him impulsive thoughts. The way he instructed you to pout your lips made you look so kissable. His mind went into autopilot mode, he moved closer to you and you did the same. He kept staring at your perfectly colored lips and gently brushed his lavender ones against yours.

“Shit!” He realized what he did and jumped back and started apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that—I’m kinda drunk so I’m not thinking straight-“

You cut him off by kissing him back.

“?!” If it wasn’t for his full coverage foundation his entire face would be red.

“You’re fine.”you say. “I…uh… kinda always wanted to do that.“ you confessed looking away sheepishly. “I really like you a lot .”

“Oh? And you kept this from me all this time?” He said trying to regain his confidence.

“And you didn’t notice all this time?” You gently teased.

“You brat.” He smirked and roughly pulled you closer to kiss you deeply.

You never did get a good look at how he did with your makeup. Confessing your feelings and making out is much more confidence boosting than a makeover.

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You two decided to be lowkey about your relationship, the last thing you two wanted was to be teased by the others. Also neither of you are a fan of PDA, it just adds unwanted attention and it’s kinda gross having people watch you.

That doesn't mean he doesn’t mean doesn’t make his affection known. Under the privacy of the table he likes to hold your hand. If he’s feeling flirtatious his hand is on your thigh. He'll run his hand up your inner thigh, give a good squeeze and massage it a bit. You have to do everything you can not to blush or just cream yourself.

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At the restaurant he would sneak off with you into the bathroom to have some impromptu alone time. Around you he just gets so needy so easily. He has you against the wall with one of your legs hiked around his hip as he grinds his clothed erection into your crotch. He’s muffling your moans with open mouth kisses and lots of tongue. He always tastes like his favorite wine and with how good he makes you feel it’s like you could get drunk off of his kisses.

He always has to have a handkerchief and an extra tube of lipstick on him to keep both of your little secrets a secret. He’s definitely looking for a transfer proof brand of lipstick for both of you to wear so you don't have to worry about all the smudging. But… seeing his lip prints all over you gets him off hard.

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When you don’t have missions together and you’re spending a few nights apart it’s tough on you both. But distance does make the heart grow stronger, and so does your neediness for him. You both make the best of the situation with what you have. Late night conversations that end up leading to some heavy sexual topics. He texts the lewdest things that you have to go read in private and even touch yourself to due to how graphic he’s being.

“Oh the things I would like to do to you right now... I’d kill just to have you with me.”

“You think you could ride me when I get home? I love watching your cute face as you try to take me all in.”

“ I want to watch your mascara run down your face as I make you cry my name.”

“You think you can take my entire load or do you think it will leak out? The thought of creampie-ing you is making me feral.”

“I can’t wait to get out of this hell hole. These brats are annoying me. The minute I get home I’m going to blow your back out. I swear I’m going to fuck the living hell out of you”

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When you have missions together you make sure to get a room. Bucciarati spares no expense and makes sure that everyone has at least a decent place to stay for the night. You think a nice hotel would have thicker walls but poor Narancia and Fugo did NOT get any sleep that night.

He had you on to your back in a mating press pounding mercilessly into your sopping wet cunt.

“Shit Leone~!”you mewled clinging on to him.

“That’s right bambina. You keep saying my name” he panted while nibbling on your ear.

“Fuck you’re tight… I’m never sharing you. You’re all mine” he growled.

Your feet were hitting the wall as he buried his cock deep into your tight cunt at a brutal pace. He let go of one of your legs and rubbed circles on your clit.

“Oh god~ Leone~ you’re going to make me cum!” You cried as tears ran down your cheeks.

“That’s right- you cum for me. Cum with me!” He grunted.

You felt the warm release inside making you feel pleasantly full. The knot in your belly tightened and legs spasmed, your toes curled, you felt the fire in you intensify and the knot finally snapped.

“Oh fuck~ Leo I’m cumming!” You howled as you arched your back.

You didn’t have time to bask in the afterglow, you both suddenly felt weightless for a brief second and a loud crash. You both broke the hotel bed!

A zip sound came from the door-“ I heard a commotion! Abbacchio are you being attacked?!” Bucciarati burst in and his eyes fell on the both of you and his face went red.

“!!!” You quickly covered your chest with the sheet. “Uh-um….” You couldn’t form any sentences.

“Let me guess…Just friends huh?” Bucciarati teased with a shit eating grin

“Bucciarati…with all due respect-please get the fuck out.” Abbacchio said deadpan trying not to get embarrassed.

“Oh alright… but you’re paying for the damages.” He smirked as he opened the door and left.

So much for keeping everything a secret…

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mimisempai · 5 months

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Being each other’s glorious purpose

Summary

While strolling along the beach, Mobius and Loki have an unexpected encounter that forces Loki to reveal exactly what happened between him and Sylvie at the end of time.

Notes

Time to speak about the cursed kiss…

On Ao3

Rating G - 1612 words

"Do you plan to own a jet ski one day?"

Mobius didn't answer right away and Loki turned his head to watch him.

They had decided to walk along the beach below Mobius' house and were chatting happily so far. Loki feared he had asked the wrong question and was about to withdraw it when Mobius replied gently, "I don't think so. It's rather strange, but since it's Don's hobby, I don't really feel like making it mine anymore. I'd rather give myself time to figure out what I really want to do."

Loki replied softly, "It's not that strange, I can understand that, and who knows, maybe you'll eventually discover that jet skiing is what you want to do."

Mobius laughed slightly, and Loki couldn't resist leaning over and planting a light kiss on his lips before grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers as they walked on.

"So this is all your beautiful resolve, your great sacrifice, means to you?"

A female voice with more than familiar intonations made them both turn.

Sylvie

Now that they were facing each other, she continued to berate Loki, "You're just as I thought, a cheap god! I was right from the beg-"

"Sylvie, stop this right now! Not another word!"

Sylvie, visibly surprised to be interrupted by Mobius in this way, watched as he stepped between her and Loki.

Mobius didn't stop and his tone hardened as he continued, "You have absolutely no idea of the burden he must have carried and still carries. No idea how much he's sacrificed. If you really knew him, you wouldn't even think for a split second that he would give up his responsibilities, just like that. Just for me. But that's what you do, isn't it? You assume, don't ask questions, and accuse without knowing."

Sylvie was speechless at Mobius's virulence, whose tone softened as he continued, "I know where you come from, I know I'm partly responsible for certain things in your past, I like you a lot and you'll always be welcome here as a friend, but not like this. Not until you're sure you can trust us."

They stared at each other in silence for a few moments, then Sylvie's expression softened as she looked over Mobius' shoulder at Loki.

She said in a friendlier tone than at the beginning of their meeting, "You're both really fierce when it comes to defending each other."

Mobius looked confused, having no idea what she was talking about, then Sylvie continued, "I'm sorry, Loki. Sincerely."

Mobius and Loki both felt that she was apologizing for more than just what had happened.

She put her hand to her wrist, summoned a time door, and just before crossing it, said to Mobius, "Thank you. See you soon, I hope."

Mobius, now completely at peace, replied quietly, "I'm sure we will.

As the time door disappeared with her, Mobius turned to Loki and had no time to speak as Loki placed a hand on his cheek and said softly, "Thank you." Then the God leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to Mobius' forehead.

He took his hand in his again and asked in a clearly emotional voice, "Let's go home."

Mobius nodded slowly, moved beyond words to hear Loki speak of home when he spoke of his own house.

They began to walk in silence.

After a few moments, Mobius was surprised by Loki's silence, as he had been quite eloquent and animated before their meeting with Sylvie.

The meeting had indeed been intense, and she had not minced her words with Loki, even though she had apologized afterwards.

Mobius thought he would give Loki time to process what had just happened, and that they would talk about it at home if the god needed to. But a short time later, they were both inside and the silence dragged on.

Mobius, sensing an unusual tension in Loki, turned to him and asked, "Loki, what's wrong?"

"Mobius, I have to..."

After they both spoke at the same time, they laughed embarrassedly.

Mobius said quietly, "Go on, I'm listening."

Loki swallowed several times and began, "You remember our conversation at the TVA, when I told you about my confrontation with Sylvie? That I told you it ended in a draw?"

Mobius nodded and replied with a half-smile on his lips, "I understood that she had the upper hand."

"But you don't know how."

Seeing Loki's troubled expression, Mobius took his hands and said gently, "Come, let's sit down."

He led the god to the sofa where they sat side by side, and Mobius took Loki's slightly shaking hands in his own and said softly, "Take your time, Loki."

Loki took a long breath in and out before he said in a strained voice, "We were fighting, I was desperate to stop her from killing He Who Remains, and... and... I tried not to hurt her and I certainly didn't want to kill her."

Mobius, feeling Loki grow anxious again, gently stroked the back of his hand with his thumb as the god continued, "She had the blade of her sword against my throat and... and I tried to make her understand that I didn't want the throne, that it was bigger than us, but she wouldn't listen and all of a sudden she dropped her sword, put her hands on my shoulders and... ... and... and... she kissed me, and mostly out of surprise, I responded to the kiss, and then before I had time to realize anything, she stepped aside, told me she wasn't me, and pushed me through a time door."

Loki looked down at their entwined hands, at Mobius' fingers that had stopped their soothing caresses. He dared not look up at him as he continued, "Everything was so confused in my head, I can't even tell you what I felt at that moment. But..." he raised his eyes and planted them in Mobius', "What I am sure of is that I don't feel anything for her now. I mean, we have a bond by nature, but it's only affection, a mutual acknowledgment. I need you to believe me, Mobius."

Mobius nodded slowly and didn't answer, but what gave Loki hope was that he didn't let go of his hands.

After a few moments, Mobius replied softly but with determination, "First of all, Loki, I have infinite trust in you. So of course I believe you. I don't feel any jealousy or even anger, except towards her and the way she manipulated your feelings so well. My trust in you remains completely unchanged."

Loki breathed a sigh of relief and dropped his forehead onto the shoulder of Mobius, who wrapped his arms around him before murmuring into his hair, "It's okay, Loki. It's all right."

Suddenly, Loki straightened up and, cupping Mobius' face in his hands, said in an emotional voice, his eyes shining with unshed tears, "Thank you, Mobius, thank you for defending me. Again and again. No one has ever done it like you." Then, without giving Mobius time to respond, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to his in a lingering, deep kiss that conveyed better than words what he felt at that very moment.

When they pulled away to catch their breath, Loi wrapped his arms around Mobius and pressed him against his chest before whispering against the gray hair the confession he'd carried in his heart for so long and which his lips could no longer hold back.

"I love you, Mobius. So much."

He felt Mobius freeze slightly before he raised his head and asked in a trembling voice, as if he thought he'd misheard, "Is that true? Do you mean it?"

Loki smiled softly and nodded slowly.

Mobius continued, "Because I love you too, Loki. So much and for so long."

Loki chuckled softly and replied, "When it comes to time, I think I outrank you."

Mobius shook his head and muttered, "Idiot!" before pressing his lips to Loki's in a kiss filled with the love he had just confessed.

It was as if they were kissing for the first time. Now, aware of their mutual love, every kiss, every touch took on a new depth for both of them.

A little later, Mobius, who was resting against Loki's chest, asked, "What was Sylvie talking about when she said we were both fierce when it came to defending each other?

Loki, who had wrapped his arms around him, gently stroked his back and replied, "It happened right after she scolded you for wanting to eat the piece of pie, and I followed her. At that moment, I defended you, and I did it every time, every time I went back in time, sometimes before, sometimes at the same moment, but every single time."

Mobius breathed a sigh of relief and planted a kiss on Loki's chest before murmuring, "Thank you. I just realized how much I needed to hear that you didn't approve of what she said that time."

Loki wrapped his arms around him and whispered into his hair, "Do you not know that this is my glorious purpose, to watch over you, to protect you, to defend you against all odds? To love you."

Mobius wrapped his arms around Loki a little tighter and replied softly, "I have the same purpose as far as you're concerned. That means Sylvie was right about us."

Loki nodded against Mobius' hair and murmured, "Even if it kills me to admit it."

Mobius chuckled slightly and Loki let go and laughed with him.

For it was true.

They were each other's glorious purpose.

Nothing would ever change that.

For all time.

Always.

This beautiful drawing to illustrate it by @rins-love-wins

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Timeless Growing love : here (After season 2)

Lokius masterlist : here

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pr33tylul · 2 years

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Hii i was wondering if u could do a fluffy smut with harry and the readers first time but if u aren’t comfortable with doing smut then maybe harry x reader first kiss?

First time

Hp x fem!reader

Warnings: cute fluffy smut, swearing, soft!harry

Year: 6th year

Being the only virgin in your friend group wasn't all that bad until your friends start to tease you about it.

"Just ask him!" Lavender brown said to me over the table. "No, im not going up to my boyfriend and just popping the question" I argue back. I look over the table to see harry laughing with ron and hermione. "Look just give y/n time, it'll happen eventually and when it does i want a full report." Katie wiggles her eyebrows playfully, causing all of us to laugh. "Does sex even feel that good? Maybe your just over exaggerating" I look at them all, there mouths were hung open. Lavender,katie,Leanne,Angelina start talking over eachother. "Speak one at a time." I say to them. "Well i mean you'll never know until you try it" Angelina looked at me with a smirk. I roll my eyes and continue to laugh and joke with them.

About 30 minutes pass and we are all done eating, we start to stand up. "Hey guys, im sleeping in harrys dorm tonight so ill meet you here in the morning?" They all turn to me, smirks appear and I roll my eyes again. "Oh merlin" I slap my head. "Yeah we'll meet you here tomorrow, but expecting a full report on what happeneds" Leanne whispers as they all leave me. I walk up to harry putting my arms around his torso.

"Hey, beautiful" he smiles as he kisses My head. "You ready?" I nodded as I let go of him and take his hand. walking to his dorm.

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Another movie had ended, laying on his chest still thinking about the conversation I had with the girls. "What you thinking about babe?" I look up to see harry looking down at me. "Well..." i didn't really know how to put this still looking up at him as he furrowed his eyebrows. "You know you can tell me anything right?" "Yeah, harry i know i just dont want to make this an awkward conversation." I sit up off of him as he then sits up. "Then dont, tell me whats on your mind?" I take a breath, looking at him again. "I want to have sex with you" as soon as I say it I wish I didn't, already making myself feel awkward.

He looked at me, in fact he didn't even feel awkward. "Its just, y/n your a virgin and i need your full consent, are you sure your ready? I dont want to push you into something you dont wanna do" I smile a little as I lean up and kiss him. "Im ready, im sure" harry nods connecting his lips with mine climbing on top of me, my back meeting his bed.

"Is it okay if i take off your top" he looks Down at me I nod looking at him. "Love, i need words" "yes, its okay" I smile as he takes it off. Not wearing anything underneath, my top half was completely exposed to him. "So beautiful" he whispers, sucking gently on my left nipple, nibbling lightly. My breathing becomes a little heavier. After a couple of minutes he switches to my right, giving them both the exact same amount of attention.

Now leaving small kisses down the valley of my boobs, moving slowly down getting closer and closer to the top of my pajama bottoms. He looked up at me for permission. "Yeah, take them off" I breath heavily as he slides them off carefully, revealing my panties.

He took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor then removing my panties and then dropping them to the floor. He bent down kissing my thighs, then kissing around my wet throbbing heat. He looks up at me. "If you want me to stop, tell me okay?" I nod.

Harry licked up her slit, doing that a couple of times until his lips wrapped around the small bud, slightly sucking. My back arched, moans started to leave my mouth. He wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me in place, opening my legs even more. "Harry...thats fucking amazing" I blurted out, closing my eyes as my moans grew a little louder. He slid one finger into me, pumping it in and out slowly letting me get used to the small stretch. My moans now picked up my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He sat up pulling out his finger. Putting his lips on mine. He slides his tongue on my bottom lip for entrance, gladly giving him it. Our tongues danced and swirled together, slightly tasting myself on the tip of his tongue. I reached down to touch him but not making it there as his hands pull my hands to the side of my head. "No baby...tonights about you, tonights about making you feel good." I swallowed then nodded. He sat up, getting off the bed and walking to one of his draws, pulling out a condom. He then removed his joggers, seeing his hard dick in his boxers. He also took them off. He climbed back on top of me opening the condom with his teeth, then putting it on himself. "You ready?" "Yeah, im ready." He kissed me again for a moment then slowly sliding himself in me why still kissing me. I gasp a little as he stops not fully in. "Shh, your okay" he whispers as he pushed the rest of him in me. Our breaths become heavier, foreheads touching, eyes closed. He pulls out then pushes himself in again. Feeling a different feeling that I just felt. "Harry you can move" I open my eyes and so does he. Nodding, slightly thrusting into me. I wrap my legs around him. "Fuck, your tight" he moans in my ear. "Harry, please. Faster" he didn't need to be told twice. He got harder and faster with each thrust, the both of our moans mixing to get her along with the sound of our skin clapping together. Harry kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, y/n felt an unfamiliar knot in her stomach. "Harry i think im gonna..." "cum...cum around me my love" he cut her off, not even seconds later she clenched around him letting go. Harry not long after her. He stopped both of them breathing heavily, "oh my..." y/n looked at him smiling away. He pulled out, taking off the condom and throwing it in the bin. Wrapping her in his arms. (Jist like the gif) "i love you" he kissed her cheek answering her. "I love you too"

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suckerfordylansstuff · 7 months

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New Journey (S.H.) Chapter 7 Season 1

! This is a backstory. There are more chapters to the actual fic. Check my masterlist !

Pairing: (eventual) Steve Harrington x henderson!reader

Summary: The beggining of the story. How did Y/n Henderson get herself into this mess? How did she deal with the loss of a dear friend and how will she survive the bullies and monsters?

Warnings: swearing, blood, fighting

Notes: I told you I had the next chapters ready to go. Enjoy! 💕

Gif not mine

Chapter 6 << Masterlist >> Epilogue

Making a sensory deprivation tank wasn’t in your plans today, but here you were with the kids, Jonathan, Nancy, Joyce, and Hopper separating into teams to prepare it. You were paired with Joyce and Eleven to help her prepare for the tank.

“Where can we find goggles in this school?” Joyce asked you and you pointed to a classroom at the end of the hallway.

“That way is where the science classroom is. You will easily find goggles there. I’ll come find you after I get Eleven something to eat to regain some of her strength.”

You left Joyce and Eleven as you headed in the opposite direction towards the kitchen area. Walking through these halls made you almost nostalgic as you remembered your time spent here. It wasn’t any different than high school, kids were mean, and teachers were too strict, but right now you longed for the lost innocence of your old self.

You stepped into the kitchen and tried hard to find something a little edible in this nightmare of a kitchen. You ended up opening a refrigerator to find probably hundreds of puddings in there. You grabbed two of those and the cleanest spoon you could find and made your way back to the classroom where you found Joyce and Eleven sitting on two chairs facing each other. Joyce was busy covering the goggles with tape as you walked in, grabbed another chair, and sat down with them.

“Here, I hope it’s not spoiled.” you joked and opened the pudding for her and held it out for her along with the spoon. She sent you a small smile and started eating it. You turned your attention to Joyce who was just finishing up the goggles.

“You think this will be good enough?” she held them up for you to see.

“Yeah, they should be able to let her concentrate better.”

“Great…” she looked at Eleven for a moment. The girl was eating the dessert fast and before you knew it she was reaching for the other one. You both smiled at her, making you miss Joyce’s eyes now on you “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Huh?” your head whipped in her direction.

“When you guys found her, you should have said something to us.” Joyce’s words were so sincere, it almost brought tears to your eyes.

You smiled and looked at her shaking your head a bit “You were focused on Will… And she looked so scared around me at the beginning, I didn’t want to bring more adults before we had completely gained her trust.” Joyce understood, but she still felt bad that you had to deal with all this before she learned more about this case. It was just her motherly instincts kicking in. Almost losing Will forever made her feel empty, and she didn’t want to feel it again with any of you.

“Just know that you can always come to me for anything.” her smile made your lips turn upwards as well, taking her hand in yours.

“I will.”

“Finished.” Eleven’s words pulled you towards her and you grabbed the empty cups, getting off your seat to go throw them into the bin. In the meantime, Joyce was talking to Eleven about the goggles.

“Okay, great. So, this should keep it dark for you. Just like in your bathtub.” she stopped for a moment to take a good look at the little girl “You’re a very brave girl. You know that don’t you? Everything you’re doing for my boy… for Will… for my family… Thank you.” you returned to your chair and watched as they held hands “Listen. I am gonna be there with you the whole time. We both will. And if it ever gets too scary in that place, just let us know, okay?” you nodded at her words and waited for El’s answer.

“Yes.”

“Ready?” you spoke up.

“Ready.”

The three of you made your way back to the gymnasium where the others had set up the pool. Everything was ready for her. You took your seat in between Dustin and Lucas as you all watched the young girl put on the goggles, enter the pool, and relax her body to float.

You can feel your anxiety kicking in, the silence around the room making it worse while you wait for something, anything to happen.

The lights started flickering above you before turning off completely, darkness surrounding you.

Not much time passed when Eleven’s voice filled the gymnasium and the lights started flickering again. But you didn’t care. Your entire focus was on Eleven and the word she whispered, the name ‘Barbara’.

“Is Barb okay? Is she okay?” Nancy asked, her voice filled with fear, begging for good news. But all of your hopes were let down when the girl before you started repeating the word ‘gone’ each time getting louder and louder. Tears filled your eyes as they fell to the ground. Your friend was gone, you would never see her again.

You could hear Joyce reassuring Eleven, her screaming easing down, but you still couldn’t look up, like a weight keeping your head down. A hand covered yours and squeezed it tight, pulling you out of your trance. Dustin was looking at you with his big eyes and you used your strength to nod, silently telling him ‘thank you’.

Both your heads turned back to Eleven who had now found Will at Castle Byers. The realization that at least Will was okay, allowed you to take a deep breath, blinking away the tears that had gathered underneath your eyes.

“You tell him… Tell him I’m coming. Mom is coming.” Joyce said to her and Eleven repeated the words. The static coming from the radio stopped for a moment when a single word came through.

“Hurry.” you gasped as you heard Will’s voice, weak and small, but it was his.

“Okay. Listen, you tell him to- to stay where he is. We’re coming. We’re coming, okay? We’re coming, honey.” Joyce was on the peak of tears after hearing her son’s voice.

You could hear Eleven reassuring Will when she suddenly stopped speaking, whimpers now only coming from the radio. El shot up from her lying position, breaking any connection with the Upside Down. She was crying but she was okay. Joyce took her in her arms and tried to calm her down.

The girl ended up cuddling in a blanket, sitting with the rest of the kids, while Hopper and Joyce started making plans, Jonathan helping them, when you realized that Nancy wasn’t in here with you, you silently made your way outside.

You found her outside the room, sitting on the ground and leaning her back on the wall, her knees brought up to her chest. She looked sad and lonely. You knew all you could offer her right now was just your presence. You couldn’t make her happy or less worried or angry at herself because you were in the same situation. You had both lost a friend, a best friend in Nancy’s case.

But the brunette didn’t care about words of empathy, she just didn’t want to be alone, so as soon as you sat beside her she hugged your form as tight as she could, praying that nothing else bad would happen to any of you.

Being in Nancy’s arms brought back all the emotions you felt when you heard the word ‘gone’ from Eleven’s mouth “I’m so sorry, Nance.” you fought back the tears in your eyes as you hugged her tighter.

“I’m sorry too.” her voice whispered in your ear.

You spent a good while just holding each other, your head ending up on her shoulder when Jonathan walked out of the gymnasium and spotted you. You watched as he made his way towards you and sat next to Nancy, the comfortable silence lasting for only a moment longer before Nancy spoke up.

“We have to go back to the station.”

“What?” you and Jonathan said in unison, your own head leaving the comfort of her shoulder as you sat up straight.

“Your mom and Hopper are just walking in there like bait. That thing is still in there. We can’t just sit here and let it get them too. We can’t.” you all knew she was right. Hopper and Joyce haven’t seen this thing and for all you could know more of these monsters could be down there. The least you could do was distract one of them, possibly, hopefully, even kill it.

“So, the plan’s still on?” you knew what the answer was going to be, but you had to make sure you were all on the same page.

“I wanna finish what we started. I want to kill it.” Nancy answered you.

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You left without saying a word to the kids. You knew if you had gone back to the gymnasium, they would have wanted to join your task and there was no way in hell you were even having that conversation. So, you didn’t say goodbye to Dustin, which meant you also couldn’t die during this madness of a plan, because you really couldn’t leave without telling him a final goodbye.

Your first stop was at the station, taking back the stuff Hopper had taken out of Jonathan’s car. Then you headed straight to his house. The first thing on the plan was to put back on the bulbs of the hundred little Christmas lights Joyce had put up. After that, you had to take care of the weapon equipment. Nancy had her gun with her, but unfortunately for you, the Byers didn’t have any other weapons inside the house, so you decided to use that and help Jonathan get creative with the baseball bat they had, putting nails all over it. For your protection, you had a couple of knives that you carried with you. Sure, they were small, but you had good aim.

You watched Jonathan carefully place the bear trap in the hallway, helping him when he needed it. The final step was to pour gasoline all over the hallway, stopping just at the living room’s entrance where you placed a chair and the yo-yo that was connected all the way to Will’s room. After all the preparations, the three of you gathered around in a circle, each of you holding a knife.

“Remember.”

“Straight into Will’s room. And-” Nancy said before Jonathan spoke again.

“Don’t step on the trap.” your friend’s eyes fell on you.

“Wait for the yo-yo to move.” you finished and held his gaze.

“Then…” he lights up his lighter for just a second, before bringing his focus back on the task at hand “All right. You ready?”

“Ready.” you and Nancy say, holding up your blades, a small hint of apprehension rising inside you.

“On three. One. Two… You don’t have to do this.” Jonathan must have noticed your shaking hand closing in on your free palm.

“Jonathan, stop talking.” Nancy told him.

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to-”

“Three.” you said determined and you grazed your palm as much as you had to draw out blood, to draw the monster to you. Nancy and Jonathan followed along, and the room filled with your gasps of pain. You dropped the blade on the table next to you and rushed to grab the bandages, tightening them around your hand to stop the bleeding. Nancy came over to help you tighten the fabric around your hand, waiting for her own turn.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when your thoughts were interrupted by a creaking sound.

“Did you hear that?” Nancy asked the three of you. She and Jonathan were sitting together on the couch as she was helping him with his cut. You were sitting on the opposite side of the room, playing with your blade after cleaning it, and calming yourself down before everything happened.

“It’s just the wind. Don’t worry.” he said to the both of you with a soft voice “My mom, she said the lights speak when it comes.”

“Speak?” Nancy questioned.

“Blink. Think of them as alarms.” he explained.

“Like when El uses her powers.” you thought out loud. Your eyes connected with Jonathan’s and his look made you stare back down on your hands. Mentioning Eleven’s name right now reminded you of everything you kept from them, from your friend who was so desperately trying to find his brother, oblivious to the fact that you knew the entire time. You felt guilty and embarrassed, but you swallowed down any unwanted feelings for now. The sudden knocking on the door certainly helped get your mind off of things as it startled all of you.

“Shit…” the curse left your lips while your heartbeat peaked up.

“Jonathan! Are you there, man? It’s… It’s Steve! Listen, I just want to talk!” Harrington’s voice was clearly heard through the door, only making you question whether it was true, or the gasoline had messed up with your head.

You turned to look at your friends, silently asking them what the hell are you gonna do now. His knocking wasn’t stopping, his voice was getting louder, and you couldn’t believe you were worrying about Steve’s well-being right now, but if you didn’t stop him right now there was a high chance your high school was going to have to find a new ‘King’.

So, Nancy quickly opened the door and tried to make him leave, keeping her answers short, which wasn’t making her dear Steve any less concerned. You and Jonathan kept quiet just waiting for this to be resolved, when Steve’s worried question made you pay more attention to the conversation happening by the door.

“Hey, what happened to your hand? Is that blood?”

“Nothing. It- It was an accident.” Nancy tried to dismiss him, but he wasn’t bulging.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Wait a sec. Did he do this to you?”

“No.”

“Let me in.” Steve pushed past her and stopped in his tracks as you and Jonathan came into view, as well as the hundreds of lights and the weapons lying around. Yeah, it didn’t look good on any of you “What is…”

“Get out of here.” Jonathan tried to push him back out, but Steve was strong enough to hold his position.

“Whoa. What is all-” he pointed around, but you really didn’t have time for his questions.

“Get out, Harrington.” you pointed towards the door.

“Listen to me, I’m asking you. I’m telling you, get out of here!” Jonathan was still pushing him back, but still to no avail.

“What is that smell? Is that gasoline?” you and Jonathan continued your yelling, failing to make the famous jock leave, when Nancy’s voice grabbed your attention from behind.

“Steve, get out!” you turned around only to find the end of Nancy’s gun pointed to Steve. You took a step back letting her handle the situation.

“Wait, what? What is going on?” the guy looked startled as he watched the high school sweetheart with a gun.

“You have five seconds to get out of here.” Nancy told him.

You watched the scene unfold before you, Nancy starting her countdown when the flickering of light caught your attention, your eyes widening with realization.

“Guys.” you called out, slightly hitting Jonathan’s arm to get his attention, pointing up at the lights.

“Nancy.” he tells her, but she’s too focused to hear you.

“Wait. What- what is this?” Steve asked, terrified over what was happening before him.

“Nancy!” you screamed.

“Nancy, the lights!” Jonathan finally managed to get her attention “It’s here.”

“Wait, what’s here?” Steve said.

“Where is it?” Nancy completely forgot about Steve as she walked next to the two of you. Your backs faced each other, creating a circle so you could have a clear view of the room before you.

“Where is what? Whoa! Easy with these!” Steve exclaimed when he saw you use your weapons out for defense. He was watching everything happen before him and did not understand a thing. Why were you all here? Why were you all hurt? Why did you have weapons? And what were you looking for?

“Where is it?” Nancy asked again, getting impatient.

“I don’t know. I don’t see it.” Jonathan said.

While your eyes were moving everywhere at once, trying to find a glimpse of the monster and ignoring Steve’s cry for an explanation, you saw specks of dust falling in front of you, making you look up. Suddenly, with a loud thud, the creature appeared from the ceiling “There!” you pointed.

Nancy started firing at the creature but Jonathan was already grabbing her, yelling for all of you to start running. With quick breaths, you began walking backward following your friends, but Steve’s still body made you stop. You grabbed his hand, tagging him along with you. You both started running, quickly telling him to jump over the bear trap, only letting go of each other when you entered the room and Jonathan closed the door.

“Jesus! Jesus! What the hell was that? What the hell was that?” Steve was panicking and yelling at the three of you, but right now it wasn’t the time to draw any more attention to you, so you collectively decided to tell him to ‘shut up’ while you waited to see what the monster was going to do.

You could hear shrieking from outside so you took your position with your blade out before the door next to Nancy and Jonathan, who had the lighter ready, waiting for the yo-yo to give him the signal to drop it. The plan was for the Demogorgon to trap itself in the bear trap and then light up the hallway, so it would burn up.

So, you stood there, hearing it walk around the house, panting as you prayed to hear the trap go off, but nothing was happening.

“What’s it doing?” Nancy asked you.

“I don’t know.” Jonathan answered.

The flickering lights returned to normal when you noticed that the house was now too quiet.

“Can you hear it?” your voice was small, dreading any type of answer you would receive.

Jonathan just muttered no. He put his lighter back in his pocket and carefully opened the door, each of you going out one by one. You looked around the house, expecting to find it hidden in a corner, ready to sneak up on you, but it was nowhere to be found.

You let yourself relax for a moment, your knees almost giving up as you crouched down in exhaustion. But, of course, you couldn’t even have a moment to yourself since Steve had started panicking again, yelling how this was all crazy. You stood up when you saw him grab the phone to call for help, but Nancy was quick to stop him, throwing it on the floor.

“What are you- What are you doing? Are you insane?”

“It’s going to come back. So, you need to leave. Right now.” she instructed him.

The guy was frozen for a moment, looking around the trashed living room and glancing at Jonathan and you for confirmation. It didn’t take long for him to understand how serious all of this was, scrambling to take his car keys out when he fled to the door.

A few moments after the door closed behind him, the lights started acting up again “Get ready.”

You held the same position as before, looking around the room to spot it. Nancy’s adrenaline was making her ramble about where the hell it was, while Jonathan’s impatience was getting the best of him as he was now ordering the creature to show itself. You just stayed silent, trying to realize where it was going to appear.

Suddenly the lights went out and a growl was heard from behind you.

“Jonathan!” Nancy screamed for the boy’s name as the Demogorgon attacked him, sending him to the floor, the bat falling from his grasp, leaving him helpless as the creature climbed on top of him.

“Nancy, shoot it!” you yelled, and she responded quickly, the sound of shots filling your ears.

“Go to hell, you son of a bitch!”

The Demogorgon rose from the ground, the bullets doing little to no damage as it began closing in on Nancy. You just watched in horror for just a moment, watched as Nancy continued firing at it, but when she ran out of bullets, you took it as your cue to help her out. You take a deep breath and aim the blade at it. Luckily for you, it successfully landed on its back, making it shriek in pain. Unluckily for you, it didn’t do enough damage to stop it from coming towards you.

It felt like time was moving in slow motion when the abandoned bat caught the corner. The adrenaline inside you told you, you could make it, you could grab it and beat the creature with it. But your fate was decided for you when it clawed the carpet from under your feet, sending you to the floor.

You thought this was it. You hopelessly laid on the floor watching the monster approach. Its petal-shaped mouth opening up, revealing hundreds of teeth ready to demolish you. Your eyes closed waiting for the impact, and it did come, it just wasn’t for you.

You opened your eyes to see none other than Steve Harrington swinging Jonathan’s bar effortlessly, avoiding any contact the Demogorgon tried to make and in return landing every swing he made. You watched him in awe, tears prickling in your eyes as the realization of not dying caught up to you.

Nancy was helping you get back on your feet when a snapping sound caught your attention.

“He’s in the trap! He’s stuck!” Steve yelled and Nancy screamed for Jonathan to do it now.

He goes over to the poured liquid on the carpet and drops his lighter, fire igniting in the hallway, the monster screeching in pain. The heat burned your face, so you shielded it with your arm. You saw Jonathan grab the fire extinguisher as he instructed you to get back before firing it.

After a few seconds, the fire was out, smoke filling your lungs and making you cough. As it cleared out, the four of you started walking forward to see the damage, Steve next to you still holding the bat ready to defend all of you. But you quickly realized that once again, it had disappeared.

“What…” you mumbled under your breath.

“Where did it go?” Nancy asked.

“No. It has to be dead. It has to be…” Jonathan was panting, frustration filling his entire body.

You put a comforting hand on his shoulder when you notice the Christmas lights before you light up one by one. In fear you all backed away slowly, nearing the end of the hallway when they stopped approaching you and started lighting up in the opposite direction. Steve, who was now shielding the rest of you with his body and the bat, began following after them, which made you all follow after him slowly.

The lights lead you back to the living room and you all look at them nearing the front door. Jonathan moves a bit ahead of the rest of you, muttering something before you all follow the lights outside of the house.

You stand on the porch watching the streetlamp flicker for just a moment, then return back to its normal state.

“Where’s it going?” Nancy asked.

“I don’t think that’s the monster.” Jonathan simply answered as you all stood in silence catching your breath and hoping you did enough to help Joyce and Hopper out.

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chloe-skywalker · 2 years

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Dangerous Jobs - Jay Halstead

Jay x Fem!reader severide

Kelly x sister reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 681

Summary: Both Jay and Y/n have dangerous jobs, but will Jay be a hypocritic?

Authors Note: My first Jay Halstead Imagine! Feel free to Request for him.

P.s - Might eventually change Chicago fire masterlist to One rChicago masterlist so everything will be und theree

Masterlist

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“You know my brother’s gonna flip, right?” Wil said as he entered the hospital room seeing Y/n there wasn’t to much of an unusual sight. But she was there a lot less often then his own brother. He knew Jay would flip out once he heard she was here for any reason. So would her brother.

“Yeah, so is mine.” Y/n let out an unamused laugh.

“Your gonna have 2 men to deal with. Sucks to be you.” Will smirked teasing her.

“Jackass.” she responded and they both broke out into laughter. It was nice to be good friends with her boyfriend's brother. The two ended up getting to joke around a bit longer before the door to the room opened. Upon seeing who had opened the door, Will took that as his queue to leave.

“What were you thinking?!” Jay yelled as he entered the room, Kelly following not far behind.

“I’m guessing you told him what happened?” Y/n asked tilting her head to the side looking at her brother.

Kelly shrugged his shoulders. “He was gonna find out sooner or later.”

“Why would you risk your life like that?” Jay scolded her crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hey-” Kelly raised his voice cutting Jay off before he could scold his sister anymore for doing her job. “As much as I hate it to Halstead. She saved a young girl’s life, and your one to talk about life risking stuff.”

It was silent for a few minutes but Jay did stop. He couldn’t argue he got hurt way more than Y/n did. She did save a life.

“Hey Kelly, can you give us a minute?” Y/n aksed licking her dry lips.

“Yeah, Y/n/n.” Kelly nodded, he understood there was a conversation that needed to be had between the couple. “I’ll go get you a drink, okay?”

“Hmmmhmmm, thanks.” Y/n smiled gratefully to her brother.

“y/n-” Jay went to start after Kelly left the room but Y/n cut him off.

“No, Jay. I watch you get shot and beat up all the time. More than I and I’m sure Will would like. This.” Y/n gestured with her hands across her body. “This is nothing. Hell, I even get to be discharged tonight and back to work next shift.”

Jay listened till she was done. He knew he overreacted but it scared him that he could have lost her in the blink of an eye. “I know, I know. I just don’t like seeing you hurt.”

“I don’t like seeing you hurt but that’s practically a weekly thing.” Y/n stated, she understood Jay’s feelings completely. But it doesn’t change the facts. They have dangerous jobs getting hurt happens. Y/n let out a sigh looking down at her hands in her lap as Jay moved to sit in the chair next to her hospital bed. “I saved a young girl's life. I don’t regret it. I know you love what you do and I support it but…”

“I can’t be a Hippocratic?” Jay finished smiling at her.

“No offense.” Y/n dropped her head to the side smiling back at him.

“None taken.” he shook his head, dismissing the form of apologies. “I’m sorry I got mad at you. I just worry about you.”

Y/n reached out, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers together. “An I appreciate it. But we both have dangerous jobs. I promise if it was something serious-”

Jay nodded in understanding. “I know. Me too.”

“Is it safe?”Kelly asked as he popped his head through the door after opening it. He could tell by the lifted mood in the room that they had worked out their little issue.

“Yeah, it’s safe. You know Kel I find it off-ly convent that you decide to happily fill in Jay when I happen to be hurt.” Y/n smirked at her older brother.

“More people to watch over you the better.” Kelly shrugged his shoulder smiling guiltily. Jay couldn’t agree with the lieutenant more.

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cosmos-dot-semicolon · 11 days

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An unhealthy basis for enjoying media

Rewatching one of my favourite video essayists' take on Avatar, and how a lot of people seem to be so emotionally invested in it to a almost religious degree. I have little investment in that show beyond its representation, but it kind of got me thinking about the times I've done the same with my favourite media. Luckily with smaller fandoms and hence with a far less toxic feedback loop, but still.

The main point she brings up is that people remember the show for what it represented, as a big, mature turning point for cartoons rather than the actually good themes about friendship and diversity in it. And I think that actually extends to worse fandom obsessions generally.

Something like Steven Universe can't be a show with legitimately great episodes next to some really terrible ideas we don't talk about. It has to be the most beautiful thing ever that will bring true art and social justice to the world.

...This probably goes for like half of left-wing YouTube and adventure fantasy shows now I'm typing it out, actually. She covers those a lot.

I don't have a point to make on those media, though. Their fandoms just reminded me of the past hyperfixations I've had that turned unhealthy: how it always ended up with deifying them into the greatest thing that ever existed in my mind, how I felt the need to vitriolically defend them against any differing takes because they were my personality.

They were a reprieve from the worst times of my life. But in retrospect that's not completely a good thing - I was using them to cope, but also avoid thinking about my issues at all.

The one I feel comfortable namedropping is the most recent one on Ninjago. I kinda just brushed it off as a result of academic pressure, but as I was reading more critique on it (and since was in therapy at that time), it eventually clicked that I'd been using it as a vector to escape thinking about my relationship with being Asian.

But it doesn't only happen from flawed media. My other major example was a game that is damn near perfect in its execution, but my interactions with it - absolutely mining it for as many ideas as I could, and spending all my time on it were just the only way I could think of to escape the crushing changes happening in my life at that point. It also lead to me having really weird headcanons and intrusive thoughts about it and not acting as considerately as I should've been around my friends at the time, both IRL and in the fandom.

I think you can almost always tell the difference between healthy and unhealthy attachments though. It just requires one moment of clarity and a bit of introspection away from the media in question.

My main advice would be... well, first consider therapy if you know you've dealt with a lot of stuff in your life. But barring that, my advice is that no one piece of art can capture the entire human experience, or even your personal entire experience. Or beliefs. Or fantasies. You should not rely on them as such.

Have multiple, varied things you like going into a hyperfixation, so you can draw on them if you need. It'll probably feel less immediately rewarding, but it stops you from feeling that you're eating yourself months in and being the living incarnation of the Boss Baby Problem.

It'll also feel more fun if you're a creator, because you can get some really original ideas by pulling totally different media together.

#dots dots dots #I get the sense most of the people reading my blog are more stable than I am.#but i thought this'd be interesting to write about nonetheless #especially since I am on a streak with essays recently #dunno what to tag this as but maybe it'll have at least one person reflect on their own interests. who knows

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thottie777 · 4 months

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college matt.

part 2.

you woke up the next morning to meg poking you until you opened your eyes, “y/n wake up for fucksake” she groaned, crossing her arms like a child when she saw you eventually squint up at her, confused on what the fuck was going on. “what do you want” you replied grumpily, rubbing your eyes and yawning, hair a frazzled mess from your heavy sleeping. “can you stop using my drunk elephant drops, they’re expensive and they’re mine” she demanded, looking down at you as though you were scum of the earth. “your drunk fucking what?” you responded, convinced she was speaking another language, “i haven’t touched your shit meg”, rolling over and burying your head in your cushions, hiding from the bright sunlight that was bursting through your windows.

meg stormed into the bathroom in a huff and came back, holding a pink plastic fragrance that was half empty, you knew what it was since meg sprayed it all over herself multiple times a day, stinking the room out. “can you also stop using my fucking sol de janeiro spray, get your own!”, you rolled your eyes and put your headphones in, attempting to block out the nonsense that was spilling out her mouth. it was times like these where you felt baffled on how matt tolerated her let alone loved her, you’d seen the way meg talked to him at times and felt appalled by the lack of self awareness she had, you couldn’t wait until second year so that you could move in with your best friend instead, but for your first year you knew that financially living with meg was your best bet, unfortunately.

(later that evening)

it was 11 at night and you were in your small pjs with leftover pepperoni pizza in a box on your bed and your hair in a messy ponytail, your laptop sat at the end of your quilt with the american office playing whilst you sat crossed leg, painting your nails.

you heard a quick knock at the door, confused since the only person who ever hung out in your dorm was matt yet meg was currently on a night out with her girlfriends. you crept out of bed, blowing on your black nails so they wouldn’t smudge and opened the door. there he was, stood with a cheesy grin on his face and a bag of reese’s in his hand, you gave him a soft smile. “meg isn’t home tonight matt, sorry if she miscommunicated with you”, he nodded, handing you over the reese’s “yeah i know, she wants me to pick her up later and said i’d be closer to the place if i hung out at your guys’ flat beforehand, that okay with you?” he asked “i bought sweeties, your favourite”, he beamed his teeth at you, it was impossible to say no to a face like his, you opened the door wider and raised your arm to gesture him to come inside.

hours went by, hours of giggling and long conversations. you found yourselves sat on the floor, backs leaning against your bed, your laptop shared between the two of your laps as you watched the lego batman movie on netflix. your knees were leaning against each other for comfort, it was too much effort to go out of both of your ways to completely avoid any physical contact since you were sat side by side, and it’s not like anyone could see you to judge anyways.

he looked down, removing his concentration from the film, “cool tattoo” he said, breaking the brief silence and staring down at your bare thigh. “thanks, spiders are actually my biggest fear so i thought i’d get them tatted on me so i could get over it” you murmured softly, letting out a soft laugh and looking down, a little embarrassed by your lame explanation. he lifted his hand that was closest to your side and gently placed his fingers on the spiderweb, trailing them delicately across the supple skin of your thigh, running lines around each corner of the web. your breathing became heavy as he completely caught you off guard by his touch, you tried to ignore the warmth between your legs as his skin held contact with yours. you felt your lips part from the light sensation, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers crept closer up you thigh to the top of the web. the goosebumps on your body were evident and hard to hide, you felt increasingly more flustered the longer his hands lingered on your body, “i like it” he replied, after what felt like years of sensory torture. you were disappointed when his hand left your thigh, moving it back down to his side and against the floor.

matt’s eyes made contact with the small tattoo that hid on your neck behind your ear, it was revealed due to the ponytail your hair was kept in- the tattoo was a match that was set alight, it had little to no meaning, you just thought it looked cool. your breath hitched completely when you saw matt lower himself to get a closer look at it, his hand travelling back to your thigh, doing loops around the web. as he leant in to observe it better his lips very lightly brushed the side of your upper neck, you were almost certain it was accidental but still felt a flutter in your stomach, feeling somewhat guilty of how aroused you were getting by such a tame interaction.

he slowly backed away from your neck, “that one is sick”, he whispered with a raspy voice, lips delicately grazing the edge of your ear as he returned his body to how he was sitting beforehand. “thanks” you mumbled, finding it hard to find words as you were attempting to lock in everything that just happened to your memory so you could save it for later when trying to sleep. you looked down at his arm and trailed your eyes over the numerous amount of tats that dotted across his skin, “these ones are my favourites” you pointed, placing your fingers on the leaves that fell down his forearm, “i love fall” you said quietly, looking back up at him and keeping heavy eye contact, he smirked at you and just as he opened his mouth to speak his phone began to ring, meg needed picking up.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #college #smut

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lucy90712 · 1 year

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Hiii can u do a sort of love triangle with gavi and pedri ♡♡

A/n: my requests are open so feel free to send me more requests.

If you guys want me to do another one of these but the other way round let me know

wc: 2200+

When moving to Barcelona I thought I would really struggle to make friends but right when I arrived I managed to make two great friends and now we are as close as anything. Gavi and Pedri aren't the people I thought I'd make friends with when I moved here but after we happened to meet and they were so nice and helpful I wouldn't have wanted things to go any other way. Being friends with them is like having two bodyguards at times they are always keeping an eye on me and protecting me when we go out anywhere together which I really appreciate. Its come to the point that I don't know what I would do without and I hope they feel the same way about me.

It has been far too long since I've last seen them both has they have been away for the World Cup but now they are back and we are finally going to see each other for a movie night which we do all the time but it's been a while since we've done one. Since we planned this I've been really excited but also a bit nervous as things have changed since they left. After they left and I had so much time to myself I spent too much time thinking and I realised that I have a crush on Pablo which I had been trying to ignore and push to the back of my mind for months. I feel so stupid because I told myself not to catch feelings for either of them as I know that if I say anything it will ruin everything as if he doesn't feel the same way it will ruin the whole group dynamic as things will be so awkward. While they have been away its been fine as when we talk over FaceTime I can hide it but I'm not sure that I can do the same thing in person as they know me so well that I just know I'll give it away.

To distract myself from how nervous I am about tonight I have spent most of the day in the kitchen baking as the boys both love the cookies and cupcakes I make so I thought I'd make some for us to have as snacks and as my way of showing how proud I am of them both for their performance. As a distraction it has been working pretty well as I've been busy and had music on which has kept my attention away from my worries but as soon as I stopped my worries came flooding right back into my mind. I can't stop playing out every possible scenario in my head which isn't helping at all as none of them end very well in fact they all end with me losing my friends and being all alone again.

The boys have their first training back with Barca today but afterwards they said they would stop off at mine and pick me up so we can go back to Pedri's place as thats where we always hang out which means I don't even get any time to prepare myself because as soon as they get here I'll have to see Pablo straight away. Since finishing baking I've been looking at my wardrobe deciding what to wear as I want to be comfy but I also still want to look nice as for some reason I still feel the need to impress Pablo. After ages of debating with myself I settled on some sweatpants and a crop top so that I didn't look like a complete mess but was still comfy although it still didn't feel right but it will have to do as the guys will be here soon.

Pedri's POV

Training seemed to drag on forever but eventually it finished and Pablo and I quickly got changed and headed to my car to go and pick y/n up. We have been friends for ages now but we haven't seen her in a while as we were away for the World Cup and she had to stay for school and work so the both of us are really excited to see her again. For a while now I've had feelings for y/n as in feelings that go beyond just friends but I haven't said anything as I don't want to ruin our friendship or make things awkward with Pablo as he will still want to be her friend I know. Sometimes seeing her is hard because I just want to say something or for my feelings to go away but of course they don't so I just put on an act and pretend that everything is normal.

Pablo and I got in the car and since he’s been fiddling with literally anything in sight which isn't normal for him. He has been acting off in general today to start with he was way too excited about training in the freezing cold but since we finished he's been nervous as anything and I just can't figure out what's going on. Usually he will tell me everything but today there is definitely something he isn't telling me and I have to know what it is as this isn't usual for him.

"Hey man are you alright you seem really nervous" I said

"I'm fine its just y/n" he said

"What about her?"I asked

"Well I really like her and while we've been away I have been thinking more about it and I want to tell her how I feel but I don't want to ruin everything as I don't think I could handle not having her in my life" he admitted

As soon as I heard those words came out of his mouth I felt my heart sink. I should've known that he liked her I mean now that I think about it it’s so obvious she's the one person he FaceTimes all the time and he doesn't stop talking about her. Knowing that the both of us have feelings for her makes me feel even worse as I know these sorts of love triangles never end well for anyone involved.

"If you think telling her is the right thing to do then you should do it as whatever happens is meant to be will be" I said trying to be supportive

It hurt having to say that but I know that once Pablo has his mind set on something he doesn't easily let it go plus if he truly feels as strongly for her as he says then maybe they will be good for each other. Part of me is hoping that she will reject him and then maybe I might have a chance but I know deep down the right thing to do is back off and let them figure things out. Over my life I've had a few crushes that weren't reciprocated so this will just be another one to add to the list although I never stayed in contact with any of those girls so that will be a new aspect I have to figure out. I don't have long to figure it out though as soon we will be at y/n's picking her up.

Your POV

My doorbell sounding throughout the apartment made me jump to start with but pretty much straight away I got up and ran to the door to greet the boys as I just knew it would be them. When I opened the door I was right and both Pedri and Pablo were stood outside my door smiling. I gave both of them a hug but held onto Pablo for a bit longer but not too long as to give away my feelings. As we left I grabbed the cookies and cupcakes which they both tried to steal so they could eat one before we even got to the car but I didn't let them. When we got to the car I went to open the door but Pablo managed to get in there first and held it open for me before then getting in the back of the car with me. Usually when we are all together unless we use my car I sit in the back as people always try to take pictures of Pedri and Pablo so I hide out in the back on my own so that I don't have loads of pictures taken of me. It was strange having him sat next to me to begin with but I did like having him sit with me and it made me wonder if maybe he feels the same way I do.

When we got to Pedri's place he went and grabbed more snacks for us while Pablo and I sat down in the living room. He sat down first while I put the cookies out but when I was done I decided to test the water and sit right next to him on the sofa. For a second he looked at me before getting comfy and putting his arm behind me resting on the sofa clearly trying not to cross a boundary by touching me. We looked at each other for a second before quickly looking away again and I just know my cheeks were bright red but I was trying to pretend it wasn't happening. Things really feel like they have changed slightly between me and Pablo as we would never act like this with each other before but I don't want to get my hopes up as it could be anything or me just imagining things.

Things were normal for a while once we started watching the film but about halfway though I felt Pablo's hand drop to my shoulder so of course I looked over to him and he just smiled back which made the butterflies in my stomach even worse. The longer we sat there the more confidence I built up so after some back and forth in my mind I decided to lean into his side and rest my head on his shoulder. For a few seconds he tensed up and I worried that I'd done the wrong thing but after a while he relaxed and moved his arm again this time around my waist. That was all the indication I needed to know that he must have some form of feelings for me as although Pablo is touchy with other people he would never do this if he didn't have feelings for me.

We stayed in that position for the rest of the movie and only when it was over did we move slightly to put a small gap between us which was mainly to avoid Pedri asking questions. After the movie we all talked for a while until it was getting quite late and although I was willing to stay up later Pedri wanted to make sure I got home as I have work in the morning so I agreed to let him take me home along with Pablo. This time Pablo sat in the passenger seat but he kept turning round to talk to me and involve me in the conversation which quickly turned to football and what they were doing in training.

Once we got back to my place me and Pablo said goodbye to Pedri as Pablo doesn't live far so will usually walk the rest of the way from mine. After Pedri left things got a bit awkward as it was clear that both of us wanted to say something but just didn't know how to start. Seeing as we were just stood outside in the cold and dark I decided it would be a good idea to at least go inside as then we can talk for a as long as we need to. Without thinking too much I grabbed his hand and walked up to my apartment and I only realised what I'd done when we got it my door and I had to let go of his hand to grab my keys. When we got inside things were just as awkward for a few moments until Pablo broke the silence.

"I'm just going to say it I like you y/n and not just as a friend I know that this makes things awkward not just between us but also with Pedri but I can't hide it anymore being apart from you for so long made me realise just how much I love you which is why this is so hard to say" he rambled

"Hey stop rambling I like you as more than a friend too" I admitted

"Hearing you say that makes me feel so much better now I can finally ask will you be my girlfriend?" He asked

"Of course I will" I answered

He looked at me smiling for a moment before asking if he could kiss me which of course I said yes to. Pretty much as soon as I said yes his lips crashed against mine in the most amazing kiss I've ever had. I didn't want it to end but eventually we both pulled apart and he gave me one last kiss before leaving to go back to his place leaving me stood in my hallway smiling like an idiot at the fact that Pablo is now my boyfriend, life couldn't get any better.

#pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi imagines #pablo gavi oneshots #gavi imagine #gavi imagines #gavi oneshots #pedri imagine #pedri imagines #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri gonzalez imagines

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What if Marinette and Adrien had an Adult (Part 2)

So been thinking about this for awhile. This is going to be a Maribat fic (Mostly found family, Daminette (eventually) Adrien x Jon Kent (they would be awesome together) Jason Todd x OFC (mentioned)). What if Selina took a note out of Bruce's book and adopted a little orphan of her own. What if she was close to Jason, what if she followed Dick and started the Teen Titans after losing Jason, and what if she eventually ended up in Paris saw Hawkmoth and these two kids doing their best and just went "mine now!". Well I guess we'll find out.

Masterlist

Prologue

Dusk welcomed the 2 young heros to her hideout

Kitty had bought this building when she first moved to Paris as a place to train in peace and a place for the Titans to hang out when they visited

Dusk: Welcome to Grande Falls or the unofficial name Titans' Falls!

Ladybug and Chat Noir looked in wonder at all the training equipment in the huge room that took up what looked to be two floors from the outside

Half the room was exercise equipment and the other half was filled with parkour equipment while the rafters had what look to be trapeze equipment

Chat Noir: Titans' Falls?

Dusk: Yep! I own this whole building and the Titans use it as a base for operations in France.

Ladybug *pointing up*: Is that trapeze stuff?

Dusk: Again yes, one of my friends is a trapeze artist and he taught me and I'm going to teach you. It'll help you in the field. I'll also going to be teaching you parkour and have y'all doing strength training. For now we're going to focus on your skills in the suits but as time goes on I want us to focus on your skills out of the suits too. But for now let's see what y'all can do in the suits, 10 laps around the gym right now!

The 2 younger heros have Dusk a solute before following orders

Dusk took her mother's approach to training

Be encouraging but tuff

After 2 hours of assessing their skills Dusk called for an end to training

Dusk: You did great tonight guys! Now head home and get to bed! We'll be doing out of suit practice Friday night at midnight. Wear exercise clothes and comfortable shoes.

Ladybug: shouldn't we do a patrol around the city to make sure everything is okay?

Dusk: I already patrolled for tonight and after that exercise you need rest not more work, but before I forget, these are for you

Dusk hand them 2 bright yellow Titans Communicators

Dusk: If you need me or each other you can call on this I already have all of our numbers programed into it, but I also have the number for the main Titans tower in it, just in case the worst is to happen you can still call for help.

Chat: Wow so cool!

Ladybug: Thank you Dusk for everything

Dusk rubbed the heads of the two teens affectionately

Dusk: Don't mention it kid, now off to bed the both of ya!

Once the 2 teens left Kitty tried to call Raven again to talk about the miraculous

Whenever she would try to talk about it, the feed would go static until she stop and it was like Raven completely forgot about their previous conversation until Kitty brought it up directly

It seemed that the miraculous or whoever was handing them out didn't want the information to leave Paris

So instead of getting information Kitty set up a safe word with the Titans that if they hear it they need to come to Paris ASAP and track the communicators and help the kids holding it

The safe words had to be something that people couldn't guess

Something that only she would use

The safe word was Pride and Prejudice

Kitty looked over to a well loved book that sat on her bedside table

She still remember the day she got that very book from...Jason

*Flashback*

Jason: Happy 16th Birthday KitKat!

Jason hugged Kitty from behind giving her a big kiss on the cheek

Kitty: Thank you, dork.

Jason: Aw and I thought we were past that darling. Enough of that! Time to open the present I got you.

The older boy handed over a small present

Kitty: Thank you Jason, but you know you didn't have to get me anything, you being here is enough, I feel like you're always on patrol or some case right now

Jason: I'll always make time for you. Now stop stalling and open your gift

Kitty did and inside was a copy of the book "Pride and Prejudice"

Kitty: I love this story, but I haven't read the book yet

Jason: Which is a crime! But I got you this book for another reason. This is our story. We started out with you hating me, while poor me fell in love at first sight and didn't know how to show it.

Kitty gave Jason a light shove at his dramatics

Jason: but we over came first impressions and became friends, then we became more than friends, and now I couldn't imagine my life without you Kitty. I know we're still young but I know you're it for me. I love you Kitty

Kitty: I love you too Jason

*Flashback End*

But it was more than just a book

Jason had made little notes in the margins for her

What he thought when he first saw her, his perspective on their interactions, and his thoughts on their future

Kitty couldn't bear to open the book now but she couldn't let it go either

It was the last thing she had of Jason and she wasn't willing to give it up

The next day Kitty was at her day job in the bakery when Marinette came storming in for lunch

Kitty: Whoa there firefly what's up? What's got you stomping around?

Marinette: Not only am I in class with Chloe again, but her friend Adrien is also in the class and he seems to be just as bad as her! He put gum on my chair today!

Kitty glanced towards the school and see a blond boy race out of the school and towards the bakery

Kitty: Did you see him put the gum on your chair or was he just standing over the gum

Marinette: Well I didn't exactly see him do it, but knowing Chloe I doubt people who call her a friend are much better

Kitty: I don't know mean people don't usually go out of their way to explain themselves

Marinette: But he hasn't!

Kitty: But it looks like he's about you

Adrien did come to apologize and explain that he was just trying to get the gum off her chair not put it on

That lunch period Marinette and Adrien struck up a strong friendship

The laughed and talked about the fashion world with Kitty interjecting every now and then but mostly just enjoying the conversation between the two teens

Outside the bakery an old man and the Turtle kwami stood and watch the trio laugh and joke

Wayzz: It seems like the holders have found a mentor mastor

Fu: Maybe that's a good thing. The holders are still very young and they could use some guidance. I cannot reveal myself until our enemy does, so until then Ms. Kyle seems to be doing a fine job for now.

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#maribat #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #kitty kyle #She's their mom now #and she is a tired mom #jason todd x oc #jason todd x ofc

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ohyeah0 · 2 years

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A/n: shitty writing. Never proof read this so safe journey. Thinking of making it a book. The sinner part does not come out in this one maybe in sort two.

Warning: smut, swearing, jealousy

Word count: 2k+

[sinner] [P1]

mattheo riddle. rich, powerful and dangerous. he was always destined for this life. it was chosen for him way beofe he had even gotten his name. his mother and father, both big names in business, knew that one day their son would have the honor of carrying on their legacy.

so they sent him to the best school there was, Hogwarts. and that’s where it all began. during first year mattheo met draco, the rich spoiled kid who’s parents visited their house frequently. they were briskness parters so their kids were bound to form a bond of some sort. mattheo also discovered that adriel, one of his long time friends was also going to attend the school as his older sibling were there doing their fourth year. and that’s when he met azalea. when they met they didn’t like each other that much. both of them had completions for now reason. and they fought over who deserved adriels attention.

After three years, azalea and mattheo formed a bond. they began to quarrel less and talk more. but unfortunately draco made a move first. Draco and azalea were that couple. the one everyone admired and wanted to be like. they were everything. they dated right up until sixth year. Draco became more silent and distant. that led to fights between him and azalea. it didn’t end well. the two ended up breaking up after a two year long relationship.

mattheo and azalea started dating three months after Draco and her broke up. people were suprised yet it was bound to happen eventually. school ended quite too fast but that didn’t stop them from continuing .

After school Mattheo immediately got to work on his duties. The company was already in his name as his parents were planning on retiring soon.

With zalea on his side he archived all his goal worked endless nights just to make sure he was stable.

For him.

And for her.

“zalea!?” mattheo screamed for the bedroom in search of his wife. he would never get used to calling her that. calling her his. as soon as they had finished school he had asked zale to marry him. he didn’t want to lose her again to anyone. do they got married.

“in the shower love.” zalea said calmly form her place behind the shower door. mattheo walked in loosening his toe and pants as he strutted and sat himself on the bench right next to the tub.

“what’s wrong theo?” she asked gazing up to look at her husband who’s chest was rising up and down rapidly.

“Draco.”

that was all he had to say before she knew what was wrong. Draco had not been happy to know that his business partner had married his ex lover. Even free him and zalea broke up he couldn’t let go of her.

“he called my office talking about you. he started talking about the times you two— did things. He then sent me a bunch of pics of you naked. Taken in spots in this very house. He’s been watching zalea and I promise you it’s driving me nuts. On more stunt and I’m ready to kill the asshole.” mattheo huffed out dragging his hands over his face.

“hey hey listen to me. I’m yours and yours alone. Let the idiot continue day dreaming cause I’m not leaving you. I’m yours. You’ve already destroyed me for everyone. yours and yours alone got that?” zalea said bringing her hand to his face and stroking his cheek.

“Mine and mine alone you say?” Mattheo said grinning madly and forming a smirk on his face.

“Yes— daddy.” She muttered but she never got to finish her sentence before mattheo had slammed his lips onto hers. He quickly got rid of his clothes and hoped into the tub next fo her. His lips found her neck and slowly wandered down to her breasts. he teasingly flicked her nipples making them hard and perky under his teasing tongue.

The pleasure she was receiving to her nipples and neck was sending electric shock waves to her pussy.

Mattheo looked up at his wife and smirked as he saw the flustered look she had on.

Zalea reached under the water and grabbed mattheos cock, stroking up and down against the forskin. Mattheo threw his head back and groaned quickly while sucking another hickey into zaleas neck.

“Theo fuck fuck me please.” She begged looking at him through her big eyes. Mattheo smirked and fixed himself under her so that his boner was pressed right up against the opening of her cunt.

“My pleasure mi amor.” He grunted while thrusting up into her.

Draco sat at his office chair looking over at his computer which has the cameras footage on it. Live footage. He watched angrily as Mattheo kissed his girls neck. How she moaned as he played with her tits. Those tits we’re gonna be the death of him.

He watched the long footage multiple times looking at mattheo pleasing her. The girl he loves. The girls who belongs to him.

She may not know it but he owned her. In every way possible.

After watching the footage for the 15th time draco slammed his computer screen shut and he turned swiftly around his chair. He stroked his chin looking at the glad wall of his office.

All this money and he still couldn’t get the one thing he wanted. Screw being rich if he can’t have her. Azalea Zabana.

Mattheo walked into my office after I called him up for a meeting. It wasn’t really a meeting as such. It was more of a way of seeing if he had any of her marks on himself. He was already five minutes late.

Suddenly the door burst open and speak of the devil himself, mattheo, walked in. he looked scruffy. like he had been shagging someone before he got here. probably his wife.

I hated saying that. the fact that he got to have her. it had been over six years since we broke up and that was in high school, but her.

Her.

she was everything and I couldn’t find anyone who would meet her standards. not that I had tried anyway.

“you’re late.” I muttered not having the tolerance to speak to him right now. “sorry got held up.” he answered back licking his lips.

Filthy pig.

“shagging someone?” I asked with my eyebrow raised but quickly chuckled to let the issue slide and so did mattheo.

we discussed for a few hours about the business and new services we were planning to add to the business. after a while we got bored and eventually got carried away drinking and talking about women. he only talked about her though. the one thing I couldn’t have was her and he got to walk around talking about her like she was a golden trophy.

a knock erupted from behind the door and my personal assistant, Nancy, walked in with her clipboard .

“sorry sir to disturb you but mrs riddle is currently waiting outside for him.” she said pointing outside the window to where an expensive black car was parked. and just outside the door was her.

I hadn’t seen her for over a few years and she looked different. she looked like the wife of well Mattheo. and that disgusted me.

“well little lady is waiting for me, so I’m going to leave now.” mattheo muttered and walked out without waiting for my response.

mattheo climbed into the passenger seat of his wife’s car. Azalea was seated ready to start driving them both home.

“baby, you good?” mattheo asked her as he adjusted his seat so that it was lying back.

“no. Draco was ogling me from his office window. I feel scared sand unsafe. He seems to be doing something. I can’t get the thought about being watched by him out of my head. I’m scared.”

Azalea was never scared. Her being scared meant she was really worried.

“baby don’t worry. I have an idea. I’ll call up Yvonne and ask her to look up a few houses a little bit farther from here if that will make you better?” mattheo suggest looking to his wife’s direction.

“Yeah. That would be great.” She answered as she pulled into their driveway.

They made their way out of the vehicle and entered their home but as soon as azalea shut the door Mattheo was all over her.

kissing her roughly, intensely and with passion. she felt the need growing in between her thighs, clutching them to gain any kind of friction.

“do you want me to fuck you?” Mattheos asked in a sultry voice making azalea quiver with need and anticipation.

“fuck yes theo, please.” She mumbled bunching up his shirt and pulling him for another kiss. He mumbled a quick “jump” and azalea followed the order jumping and letting mattheo grip her thighs as he took them to their bedroom.

Mattheo smashed the door shut and pressed azaleas needy body on it making her groan in pleasure. his hands were everywhere; her ass, thighs, back, hair. Every square inch of her body had been explored by mattheo. He knew her inside and out. her sensitive areas and what made her snap.

His hands began to wonder in between her thighs stroking slightly, enough to send a wave of pleasure and arousal to her cunt. he began to kiss her collarbone slowly making his way down to her chest where he ripped the shirt she was wearing. A sudden gasp escaped her mouth, shock evident, but soon turned into a breathy moan as mattheo bit into the flesh uncovered by her bra. her hands tugged at Mattheos hair, gripping onto anything she could. he then took his free hand and slid it round her torso to undo her bra. As soon as it was off her attacked her breasts massaging one while sucking and kissing the other. her perky little nipples were enough to drive mattheo wild. Moans flew out of her mouth as well as profanities which made Mattheos dick twitch inside his pants that suddenly felt way too tight and contracted.

He began to kiss lower, her stomach fluttering as he placed a kiss on the beginning of her panties. His hands went to the sides of her underwear and gripped the material but instead of pulling them down like a civilized human being he ripped them. Azalea squirmed when she saw this a whimper leaving her mouth making mattheo smirk.

“You like it when I’m rough don’t you? You little slut. No one and I mean no one can see you like this, you’re mine.” He grunted now parting her legs and placing one of them in his shoulder. He started of by blowing onto her throbbing nub and licking slowly at her opening, purposely avoiding the nub that throbbed painfully.

“Please theo.” She breathed out. Mattheo chuckled and pulled away and gazing into her eyes.

“Please what?” He said bringing a finger to her clit and making rough yet agonizingly slow movements. Her face contorted to one of absolute pleasure. Sex with mattheo was always good. He knew what he was doing and better yet, he knew how to please her.

“Fuck— please faster.” Mattheo granted her wish and began to move his fingers at an extremely fast pace while lapping at her cunt. Her taste always got him drunk.

The way her pussy clenched around his tongue was driving him mad.

“God shit theo I’m cumming��.” She screams into his ear while she releases all over his fingers, so much that she squirts.

“Well shit.” He says grunting and wiping the sides of his mouth, his hair dripping from the amount of arousal she released.

Azalea stumbled over the bed and lied down, exhausted from the pleasure she just received. Her breath coming out as short and quick. Mattheo chuckled at how tired she was and walked over towards the bed, sitting next to her naked frame.

“You good?” He asked lying down next to her.

“No.”

“Think you can give me another?” That sent her head bolting upward and staring at him.

“You’re crazy.”

“Please it’s only fair. I made you cum now it’s your turn to do the same to me.” He whined tugging at her waist.

He stood up and began undoing his pants . Once he got them of he pulled down his boxers revealing himself to her. All 9 inches of him. For her that sight would never get her bored. She struggled to place herself on his lap, supporting herself by his shoulders.

“You ready?” He asked stroking his cock back and forward to collect her wetness. “Yeah.” She whined as he plunged into her from below, shuddering as he felt her walls fluttered around him. A hiss escaped her mouth as her clit rubbed against his pelvis sending extreme amounts of pleasure jolting through her body.

“Shit, just like that. You take me so well princess.” Mattheo praised while quickening his pace of driving into her cunt.

“Slow down theo.” She moaned but Mattheo quickly did the opposite. She felt herself unravel all over him, bringing her to the second orgasm of the day. Her head pounded and her thighs shook violently, almost licking mattheo of her.

His thrusts became sloppier and less coordinated showing he was near to finishing. Just as he was about to pull out she tugged at him and pulled him back into her.

“Cum inside me. I want you to fill me up.” She said maintain eye contact with him while riding him.

And he did just that. Filling her up till it dropped down between the twos sweaty bodies. Rope after rope he released inside her making her whine.

“Fuck—.” He muttered finishing of and pulling out. He walked or more like staggered down to the bathroom where he took a damp towel to wipe down zalea.

“You did so well.” He praised while wiping her clean while she just muttered incoherent sentences. When he came back from the bathroom she was already softly snoring with her head on the pillow.

Mattheo shifted her so that he could climb into the bed as well, sliding under the sheets with her.

Draco’s pov

Again I had to watch him enter my lovers body. Giving her pleasure that she was only supposed to receive from me. That was it.

At this rate he was only doing it to piss me off. I could tell he knew. From coming in looking all scruffy and fucked out to talking about her over drinks, I could tell. The asshole had taken my precious away from me.

Well it was only a small amount of time before I took her back for myself. He kept on crossing the line, knowing that we were once lovers and talking about her purposefully around me.

The door to my office swung open and in walked Crabbe and Goyle who looked at me awkwardly.

“Sir you called for us.” Crabbe said trying to sound confident but his posture told me otherwise.

“I need you to do a job for me. Are you willing?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

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