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youaintnothinbuta · 10 days

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“Did you cum without me?” — feyd rautha x reader

Summary: Feyd Rautha, your husband, knows you very very well. He knows what your sex smells like, and he’s not pleased when he can sense it on you despite not having seen you at all that day. He reminds you that you aren’t to touch yourself, and that making you cum is his job

Pairing: feyd rautha x fem!reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, mature language, unprotected sex, p in v, masturbation insinuated, squirting depicted, probably typos sorrryyyy

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Feyd stirred from slumber before you as always, a habitual gesture that allowed you the luxury of lingering in bed as long as you pleased. However, you didn’t see him at breakfast either, hinting at his preoccupation with Na-Baron duties.

All day you found yourself restless and bored, ennui gnawing at you, more than ever typical. You even spent almost two hours in the bath, just trying to make time pass. Spending hours and hours alone, your mind started to wander. Your hands followed suit. You found yourself lying in your’s and Feyd’s shared bed, writhing beneath your own touch. You laid on his side of the bed, his smell helping feed your fantasies as you succumbed to orgasm by your self indulgence. And, once not being enough, for a second time.

Only minutes later you peeled yourself up off the bed, washed your hands, and were once again making your way aimlessly through the Harkonnen residence. To your delight, you heard your husband’s voice resonating through a nearby hallway, and quickly made that your destination. He smiled as he saw you, reaching out for your hand briefly, to acknowledge that he hadn’t seen you all day. As you passed him, he turned his head, inhaling deeply. You continued walking, but he quickly grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

He pulled you closer, his face just inches from yours. You could feel his warm breath against your skin as he sniffed your skin. Suddenly, he pulled back, his eyes narrowing.

“Did you cum without me?” he asked, his voice low and menacing.

“No,” you lied, trying to pull away from his grasp. But he was too strong. A growl rumbled from deep within him, a reaction to your lie. He could smell you. Harkonnen men were surprisingly gentlemanly and yet so, so primal in nature. The scent of your orgasm on your skin was certainly not one unfamiliar to him.

“Then you won't be too sensitive to cum right now,” he growled, his hand already making its way between your thighs. The men he was talking to quickly took their cue to leave, leaving you alone in the hallway.

You tried to protest, but it was too late. He had already pushed your skirt up and was fingering you roughly. You could feel your clit swelling and becoming sensitive, but he didn't seem to care.

“Push through it,” he commanded, his voice laced with possessiveness, his fingers moving faster and faster. You did as you were told, biting your lip to keep from crying out. But it hurt, and you couldn't help but squirm under his touch.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

With his right hand still playing with your pussy, he used his left to flick his belt undone. One handedly, he freed his already hard cock from his pants, lining himself up at your entrance.

His arms snaked around your waist, holding your body flush against his as he slowly pressed himself inside of you. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of him finally filling you up, like that itch was finally being scratched. He gripped you by the jaw, pulling out of you softly before slamming back into you.

“I make you cum,” he growled, “Me. Not you.”

“Understand?” He barked, pounding another hard thrust into you.

“Y-yes.” You stuttered, watching as he clenched his jaw in pleasure.

“Say my name,” he demanded.

“Yes, Feyd. You make me cum. Only you.”

“Good, darling, good,” he purred, lightly circling your clit with his thumb as he continued to fuck you, there, standing in the corridor.

His grip on your jaw eased, you took the opportunity to press your lips to his, in a burning kiss. You descended into a mess of moans and whimpers as he softly pressed his tongue into your mouth. His hips started to lose rhythm, your noises helping draw him closer to orgasm. He focused his attention on his thumb, rubbing your clit with the perfect pressure and pattern he'd come to learn so well for you.

“That's it,” he whispered to you. “Come for me.” And you did. With a scream he loved so very much, a gush of liquid spilled out of you. Marvelling at the sight in front of him, he continued to work your clit, watching as your squirt continued to stream from between your legs, his pants and boots sprayed with it, a puddle around both of your feet. Never having felt an orgasm so strong, your body threatened to give out as you shook and moaned, letting the last lingering bits of your orgasm out.

His strong arms held you up, as he continued thrusting. You felt his cock twitching inside of you, and with a low, strung out grunt, he spilled his black seed into you, fucking it as far into your pussy as he could. You clenched your walls around him the way he liked, milking him for all he was worth.

He pressed his forehead to yours, catching his breath. “Mine, darling,” he mumbled, slowly pulling himself out of you.

“Yours, Feyd.” You whispered, also still panting. Feyd looked at you, his eyes filled with love and satisfaction, an expression he had reserved for you alone.

“It is my job to make you cum. You do not take that away from me, do you understand?” He reminded you.

“Yes.” You nodded as he cupped your face in his hands.

“Good,” he kissed your cheek, “look at the mess you've made.” Your eyes fell to the floor, you blushed as you noticed the puddle you stood in.

“Go, get dressed for supper.” Even when he spoke softly there was still that harsh rumble in his voice. You obliged, heading back to your chambers.

At the dinner table, you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I love you,” you whispered in his ear, feeling his muscles flex in reaction to your voice.

He turned to face you, his eyes dark with desire. “I love you too,” he said, before standing up to pull your chair out for you to sit beside him.

A/N it’s currently 1am I got home from seeing dune part 2 about an hour ago but I absolutely couldn’t go to sleep without giving y’all something ;))

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whiskeyncoke-redux · 1 year

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I’ve always thought it would be fun to be a seat-filler at award shows, and now I can’t stop thinking about sitting next to a flirty Pedro Pascal.. (especially since they say you aren’t supposed to talk to the actors!)

The idea of him introducing himself (as if he isn’t a famous actor), sharing candy he snuck in with you or trying to make you laugh while on air and having to shoo away the award show employees that try to intervene. Him just being smitten with reader the whole night.. okay, I’d *love* to hear your take if it interests you!

Hi Nonny dearest, sorry it took me so long to respond, I just had to get my thoughts together because I LOVED this idea so much!! So here we go, hope you like it.

The Seat Filler

Pedro Pascal x Reader

A/N: here's another one, hope you all like it. No hateful comments please. Again I gotta shout out @ziggyrocket for the support ❤️. It's 6:32 in the morning, apparently I don't sleep like a normal person, I'm on my second cup of coffee, so any typos or whatever are my bad... and Maxwell house coffee's.

Warnings: none (well, corny jokes I guess)

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You had signed up for this gig half on a dare and half out of curiosity. Being a new sign-up, you hadn’t expected to be called in right away, but yet, here you were, in a borrowed gown, in a theater mixed with some of the biggest stars and regular people just like you: seat fillers.

You remembered the main rules the director told you: 1) look like you’re enjoying yourself, always smile and 2) most importantly DO NOT talk to the actors, meaning the actual celebrities. You nodded and murmured your understanding along with everyone else who was there to work as fillers, not really thinking anything of it. What celebrity would want to talk to me anyway? You mused as you took your seat.

You looked around the theater, excitement flooding through you at the idea of being in such a place surrounded by people you had admired from afar, in magazines, and online. You took a deep breath to steady yourself; you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. You glanced at the empty seat next to you on your left and wondered who’d be in it. On your right was another filler and on their right was another empty seat.

The filler next to you leaned over slightly and whispered, “Who do you think they’re gonna put next to us?”

You shrugged. “No idea, hope it’s someone good.”

He nodded in agreement, then a look came over his face as he glanced over your shoulder. You turned your head to look and you blinked hard as you recognized the man coming towards you, and taking the vacant seat next to you. While the man next to you was busy getting settled, you glanced back over at your fellow seat filler, whose jaw had semi-dropped. You both exchanged excited looks, then you nudged him lightly with your elbow and he shook himself, cleared his throat lightly and sat up. You both faced forward, determined to be on your best behavior.

Unfortunately for you, your newest seat mate had different ideas. Pedro knew the whole deal with seat fillers and how they were told not to speak to anyone. But he felt a mischievous streak go through him when he saw you glance at him briefly.

“Hi,” he said, taking his seat. “I’m Pedro Pascal.”

“Hi,” you said back, nervously glancing around to make sure that no one saw you speaking to him.

The two of you smiled at each other, before you turned back to face the front. He took a few seconds to study your profile as you sat there, determinedly facing the front, sitting as still as a statue.

He glanced down and saw that your elbow was resting on the shared arm rest. With a small smirk, he placed his on the arm rest too, bumping yours.

You looked over at him, smiled awkwardly and whispered a hurried, “Sorry,” before moving your arm and facing forward again.

After a few minutes, you placed your elbow back on the arm rest, and, noticing that, Pedro, bumped your elbow again with his. You moved your arm again. And then a few more minutes later, you placed it back again, only for him to bump you again. After the fourth time this happened, you looked over at him with a slightly raised eyebrow and he just smiled innocently at you.

A few minutes later you felt him shift next to you, you looked over and saw him pulling out a bag of Skittles. You tried to hide your smile, but he noticed and nudged you slightly and offered you some. You looked around, making sure that there was no one watching, and then you held open your palm and he shook some of the candies into it.

“Thanks,” you whispered and popped a few into your mouth.

A little over an hour into the show, you could feel him getting restless next to you. You figured the sugar had gotten to him. After the Skittles, he had pulled out a candy bar, broke it in half and shared it with you. He fidgeted in his seat, tapping his fingers on his knee and the seat. You tried to ignore it, but you had to admit it was more than a little distracting.

“Are you okay?” you whispered hurriedly to him.

He turned to you and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Are you though?” you asked, gesturing to his jiggling knee.

He smiled. “Yeah.” But his knee kept jiggling, you had to suppress a laugh at that.

He noticed you struggling to keep a straight face, and decided to aim the restless energy he had at you. He was going to make you laugh, really laugh, by the end of the show. His mind was made up.

He thought for a moment and then he leaned over to you, “Psst, hey.”

“Yeah?” you answered looking straight ahead.

“I have a question.”

“Mmhmm?”

“Why did the bicycle fall over?”

You were confused. “I’m sorry?”

“I said: why did the bicycle fall over?”

“Uhh, I don’t know. Why?”

“Because it was two tired.”

You turned to look at him after that, he laughed at the look on your face.

“That was corny,” you said, shaking your head, but pursing your lips to keep from laughing.

“Oh, that reminds me of another one,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye. He looked around, cleared his throat, and then asked, “What does corn say when it gets a compliment?”

You shook your head and shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to say anything but wanting to hear the punchline, you turned to him.

Barely able to suppress his giggles, he answered,”Aw, shucks!”

You put your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the laugh you felt escaping your lips.

“Okay, one more,” he announced.

“Oh, lord,” you groaned.

“It’s a good one, I promise.”

You waved your hand slightly for him to go ahead, knowing he would anyway.

“Okay, why are pirates called pirates?”

You bit your lip trying not to laugh. “I don’t know why?”

He leaned closer. “They just arrrr!” he whispered the last word in a bad pirate accent.

You couldn’t help it, you snorted, then quickly covered your mouth to stifle your giggles, but he’d heard it, and he smiled at that.

“Good one right?” he asked.

You shook your head. “No, oh my god, that was bad, but…” you couldn’t finish as a fresh wave of giggles overtook you. Your shoulders shook with your suppressed laughter.

He smiled and laughed along with you. For the rest of the ceremony, he would lean over and whisper comments about one person’s speech, or another’s outfit, nothing malicious or mean, just something to make you smile. And he always had a bad joke or two to whisper to you.

By the end of the program, your cheeks were hurting from all the smiling and your stomach was sore from the laughing. You couldn’t help it, a few had escaped, luckily it was during the jokes the emcee told, so it looked as if you were enjoying the show. Truth be told, you couldn’t remember what had happened during the show, or who had won which award. If someone had quizzed you on it after, you surely would have failed; but you felt it was worth it because being seated next to Pedro had made it the best night of your life. You hadn’t laughed that hard, or enjoyed yourself that much in a long time.

After the show was over, you headed out with your fellow seat filler.

“You seemed to really be enjoying yourself,” he said as you filed out into the lobby.

You nodded with a huge grin on your face. “Yeah, I did.”

“I could tell,” he said, nodding, “what was he saying to you to make you laugh so much?”

You shrugged. “Oh, just a few jokes, and comments that’s all,” you said lightly.

He looked at you curiously, but when he realized you weren’t going to elaborate he commented, “Lucky you. The one they put next to me was on her phone the entire time.” He shook his head. “At least you got some entertainment.”

You two chatted for a little more, making plans to grab a late dinner with him and some of the rest of the seat fillers. Before you could leave, however, you felt someone tap you on your shoulder.

“Okay, I have another one,” you heard Pedro’s voice in your ear before you could turn around. “Just thought of it.”

You looked at him. “All right, go on.”

“Which bear is the most condescending?”

You started laughing then answered, “what?”

“A pan-duh!”

You burst out laughing along with him. “Where on earth did you even hear these?”

He shrugged. “Internet.”

“They are so bad,” you said, still chuckling.

“And yet, you laughed. Therefore they did their job,” he pointed out.

“True enough,” you agreed, “thanks though.”

“For what?”

“Making this event… well, eventful. I was prepared to be bored out of my mind, sitting there like a statue, smiling a fake smile the entire night.”

He smiled at you. “Well, I’m glad I could help. So, what are you planning on doing after this?”

You shrugged. “I was gonna grab something to eat with some of the rest of the seat fillers…”

“Oh, okay, I'm doing the same.” He nodded and looked away. You noticed that for a second he looked slightly nervous, but before you could get a good look, his face cleared and he turned back to look at you.

“I guess I should let you go then…” you said, turning to catch up with your friends.

“Wait, one more question.”

You stopped and looked back at him. “What's up?”

“Well, you know, I have a lot more jokes…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and, well, all my friends and family have heard them. But you haven’t, at least I’m pretty sure you haven’t….”

You nodded. “I haven’t, I don’t think.”

“Good, well, I shall have to inflict them upon you, you know, if you don’t mind. Maybe over dinner tomorrow?”

You thought for a second. “I don’t mind at all,” you answered with a huge grin.

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pupcuck · 4 months

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STAY SOFT, GET EATEN !

ft. leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

tags. p in v, incest, dub-con that is basically non-con idk

note. unedited cuz i got lazy omg. umm ignore typos :3 sorry my writing is so jolty lately im finding it hard to write so it’s all coming off very clunky but :3 rbs n feedback appreciated !! this is like not actually that smutty I’m sorry 💔 if u see me reusing bits from other old fics pretend it’s new

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general from the tags. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

Your dad is hot, an indisputable fact. He’s a total babe, kinda looks like he should’ve been in Baywatch during his prime, got a rack that rivals C. J. Parker’s. Ever since you hit twelve, and the girls in your class suddenly got all boy crazy, you’ve been hearing nonstop about how cute dad is.

Sleepovers were held at yours so they could get a glimpse of him, and your dad might be friendly, but he’s clumsy with conversation, not much of a talker, so he made himself scarce. Then came the slew of questions, you think it was Ashley Graham, the one that didn’t know how to quit it. Airheaded with eyes like chipped peridot.

Hey, where’s your mom? Is she still around, I’ve never heard about her? What kinda girl does your dad like?

My dad doesn’t like kids, freak.

He might, and I’m not a kid! I mean, I turn thirteen in January. I bought a bra at PINK the other day, I even got measured, the lady said I’m an A cup.

Even my dad's are bigger than that, loser.

I’m, like, so not a loser! My mom said I could get a boob job when I turn sixteen, and by then your dad will be, like, what? Thirty?

He’ll be forty-three, dumbass.

Yeah, forty-three, that’s perfect. We can date then as long as you don’t have a mom. I did see a picture on your desk, but that’s your sister right? ‘Cause if that’s your mom, she never picks you up from school, so she’s either dead or they broke up or she hates you, right? I’m so right, aren’t I?

You’re wrong, stupid. My mom just works a lot.

Boo, I totally thought she was dead, well, whatever, if they break up by the time I hit sixteen, I’ll totally be your new step-mom.

For a lack of better words, you wanted that bitch dead. She meant well, you’ve just never met someone so out of touch, the type of girl that hands out Chanel handbags at the food bank.

A few years later, when you turned eighteen, it was Ada Wong, you had this co-dependent, whirlwind friendship that had you by the throat. She was cool, a few years older, and everyone thought she was hot. You were lame, and wanted everyone to think you were hot. What you don’t understand is how on earth it ended with her hand down the front of your dad’s pants at your graduation party. He was totally out of it too, she took advantage of a poor, drunk old man, and the worst part about it? That wasn’t what made you mad. Not that she touched him when he was slurring, tripping over his own feet, you were mad ‘cause she got to touch him in the first place.

When you tell your counsellor, I have a crush on my dad, she falters. She’s this older lady that reminds you of your Auntie Claire, they have the same button nose, and that makes it harder to talk to her. She presents herself professionally, and takes herself a little too seriously, also in the way Auntie Claire does at times. Bitch thinks she’s a psychologist. She has an office tucked right into the corner of your university’s humanities department.

“Well, is your dad absent?” She starts, chews on the lid of her ballpoint pen, the type you get in a pack of two hundred. See, if she were a real psychologist, she’d have a fancy one, with runny ink, and a metallic barrel.

“No, my dad raised me.” Your lips twitch upwards, wanting to scowl at her. ‘Cause this is your thirteenth session, and she knows how close you are to dad.

“Well, then, has your dad ever hit you?” She blinks real slow like it hurts to blink.

“What? No, never.” You’ve asked me these questions before, you stuck-up cow.

“Well, then,” Her eye twitches, you think she might report you to the authorities for being a freak, “Has he ever behaved inappropriately with you?”

The worst your dad has done is ask if you’re on birth control, only once, and he was rightfully worried. “Never, he would never do that.” I don’t know if you’ve been listening, I’m the one that wants to sit on his dick.

She taps her nail on the oak desk, popping open a button on her blouse. Some counsellor she is, mouth drying up ‘cause you have a crush on your dad. “Listen, if it’s not me overstepping boundaries, or being impolite, I’d like to refer you to a therapist.”

No fucking way. Jackpot. You’ve been waiting three months for this, all it took for her to cut the crap was an incestual confession? Although, you really do need to get that fixed, there’s this part of your brain, the cerebellum you believe, that’s been cut out and replaced by a hunk of meat that resembles your father. Whoever did it made a shoddy malpractical mess that you’re left to clean up with scarce supplies and medical knowledge.

“I'd really appreciate that.” You tell her, mustering your toothiest of grins as you pack up your shit and pass through the doorway, never to turn back to advice that consists solely of ‘talk it out’ and ‘use daily affirmations’ and other baseline shit they cover in Cosmopolitan articles you could read for free.

Therapy turns out to be no help. Not ‘cause of the content of the session, this is your first one actually, more ‘cause your therapist resembles dad. A little more on the polished side than your father, with salt and pepper hair that would look so good on him. Leon refuses though, to grow old, that is, to look anything more than thirty - he’s far past that, you think he’s looked old ever since you were born.

It’s going to be a distraction, you might leap out of your seat and fuck this man half to death if he scoots his chair any closer, if he keeps scratching his chin in the way dad does. There’s a copy of Nineteen-Eighteen-Four on the desk behind him, the one with the fabric cover to be specific, embellished by tiny labouring hands to sit pretty on the best-seller shelf in some overpriced independent bookstore. More importantly, it’s the copy that collects dust on your dad’s bedside, the one he insists to have read, but the pages still have that fresh scent to them, and not a single one is dog-eared.

There’s a ring on his ring finger, just like dad’s, and that might be a stretch, ‘cause every married man has a ring on their ring finger. Still reminds you of dad though. His is gold, and dad’s is silver ‘cause mom likes silver. You like silver ‘cause it looks pretty on dad.

He introduces himself, his way of speech is refined, and you can tell he thinks before he speaks unlike dad. Leon is clunky with words, oftentimes crude without realising. Cancellation and no-show fees, your rights, confidentiality, he runs you through all of it - the whole time you’re focused on his lips, the prominent curve of his Cupid’s bow, the double lip line that makes them appear fuller from afar. Just like dad’s lips.

The receptionist frowns when you request to see another therapist, then she begins to click, click, click away at her keyboard. She stops midway to file her nails, then she pops her gum and gives a very simple shake of the head, ponytail moving with her. You doubt the slow bitch even tried, so you make your way home, a heat in your stomach that refuses to fizzle out, an ache so deep only dad could reach it. With his dick, obviously.

Dad’s keys jingle and you hear wedding bells. You check the time, he’s home early, he toes off his shoes and tucks them into the cubby hole shelf mom placed by the door. She’d be down his throat if he left them scattered for her to trip over again.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Leon smiles kindly, the same smile that’s seen you throughout your life. The one he gave you when he first held you, the one he gave you when you fell off your bike, and he brushed the crumbly gravel off your knees and kissed the tender scrapes on both. When you graduated, and he held back tears but acted all tough about it, he smiled all the same.

“Hi, dad.” The one you give in return is meek, the apples of your cheeks refusing to raise upwards into your eye-line.

“Oh,” Dad is perceptive, he throws his jacket over the bannister, keys tucked into one of it’s unzipped pocket - they dangle haphazardly, and you’re sure he’ll forget about them and toss that jacket in the washing machine, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You shrug Leon’s hand off of your shoulder when he takes the seat adjacent to you. It’s cruel, the expression on his face sours, your heart lurches. Making him upset is your farthest intention, you just don’t know how much skin to skin contact you can handle with him.

Nonetheless, it was the wrong move, ‘cause he shuffles closer, “Hey now, don’t push me out, what’s wrong?”

“Dad, I promise, nothing's up.” You aim to soothe him with your words, but his agitation grows, your discomfort is palpable - he tastes it on his tongue, it’s the blood in the back of his throat. There’s no getting past him. “Therapy was bad.” No harm in telling a lie or two.

“Therapy,” Leon waves his hand through a nonexistent cloud of smoke, “You don’t need that.”

Here we go. All you need is a hug from dad! A kiss from dad. And you’ll be all better, sweetheart.

“I do, dad.” You glare at him, he smooths his thumb over your wrinkled brow and your heart drops to your ass. Dad needs to stop touching you before you touch him back, that’s a silent threat, your fingers twitch to grab him, mould his soft flesh into the shape of your fingertips.

“I did a good job with you,” Leon states, “My dad—“

My dad hit me, my dad threw me through a glass table once, busted my ass and made me crawl through the shattered glass and then he set wild dogs on me - your grandma just watched - I been through all that and I don’t need to go to therapy. He says something along those lines, albeit less cinematically thrilling.

“You did a very good job with me,” You nod, reassure him in a maternal tone almost ‘cause all dads are children that need to be praised, “It’s not your fault, dad, I love you lots.” Well, it is, for raising you so well, maybe he raised you too well. Or maybe you’re just a bit sick in the head, or maybe it’s his fault for looking how he looks.

“Then you don’t need therapy,” He sinks back into his dent in the leather couch, “You just need a hug, bring it in, kid.”

No, no, no. You do your best to fend him off, all for his own sake, but he draws you close to his chest, smothers you by pushing your face right into the dip. He smells good, cologne gradually having worn off as the day progressed, the slightly tangy undertone of his sweat coming through.

“And a kiss.” He coos at you, pinches your cheek, clicks his tongue in an attempt to coax you.

God, no. Don’t kiss me. Don’t do that— Mwah! Smack bang on your forehead as he tips your chin upwards, blinking down at you with sticky toffee lashes. And you, stupidly, in your lovestruck haze, pull him in to place the most disgusting, sloppy kiss on his lips - one that does little to hide your ardour for dad.

Leon’s neck almost snaps with how fast he pulls back, then he stares at you open-mouthed, and you hate to say it, but you’d kiss his lips swollen again. A man of his age, especially your father, should not be pretty or doll-lipped, but he is and you hate it. He’s your hamartia of sorts.

“Sweetheart…” Dad shambles aimlessly through his words, umming and ahing.

“Oh, god, you totally think I’m a freak, right?” You take your hands off of his chest, where they had been firmly planted, giving him a real good squeeze without even realising. “Dad, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, it just came out, you were just really close to me and I got nervous.” Now you sound like him, a lack of conversational tact is exactly what you got from dad.

“No, it’s alright, it’s okay, sweetheart, just give dad a minute.” He pats your shoulder, then he stands up, about to march on forward to grab his keys and leave. You know your dad, so you take his wrist in your hand, beg him to face you.

“Dad… I’m sorry, can you look at me?” You add a ‘please’ in the most desperate tone you can manage, brows slanting downwards as your bottom lip trembles.

Leon struggles to do so, his arm flexes when he tenses, stiffening in your grip. He sits back down when you begin to sniffle, too lamb-hearted to sit through your fit of tears. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay.” Dad rubs your back, but he avoids moving his face close like he usually would, this is his cue to kiss the tears from your cheeks, but he doesn’t.

“It’s not, dad,” You hiccup, choking on an ugly sob that manifests into an even uglier yelp, “I didn’t mean to do that, I’m just really lonely.”

“Baby,” Leon’s voice is sweet like a glacé cherry, “I didn’t know you were feeling like that, I didn’t know you were lonely.”

You are, but that’s not why you kissed dad. You kissed dad out of your own free will, ‘cause you’re in love with him. “I am really lonely, dad, I don’t know what to do.” The snot and tears don’t bother him, he wipes it away with the back of his hand. You’re his baby, you know that. So if he can do that, why can’t he fuck you? It’s ugly in the same way, he’ll wipe his load off your stomach instead, or your ass if he wants to take you from the back.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can— we can fix that, I promise.” The only thing you need him to fix is the leak you’ve sprung, plug it up or whatever. “There’s no use cryin’ about it, alright? Dad doesn’t like seeing you cry.”

His guard drops, and you’re kissing him again, harder, till he’s breathless and confused and yet unable to push you off. ‘Cause dad is so weak-willed when it comes to you. If only you’d had the guts to get to him sooner. “I won’t cry… I won’t cry if you kiss me, dad, I promise.” It’s a shitty tactic, threats, making dad’s heart jump like that - gonna send him into cardiac arrest.

Leon hesitates, softens like butter when your hands come to fist the fabric of his shirt, “Okay, just, just a kiss, alright? And mom can’t find out ‘bout this.” He stammers, cupping your face in his big hands, his fingers trembling. “And… And just one, yeah?” His flimsy assertion of dominance has your lips curving into the slightest of smiles, dad’s cute.

“Just one.” You agree, his spiky lashes cast shadows on his face, he shuts his eyes tight as your lips ghost over his for a moment, then you take his face in your hands and press them together. Lip to lip. Heart to heart. You swing a leg over his, situating yourself in his lap. Leon’s eyes open, no longer bracing as he glances down at your spread thighs, then up at your face.

“What’s up?” Leon tries, it’s hard to miss the apprehensive edge to his tone, how he burrows backwards into the couch pillows, shoulders shrinking to get away from you. His kid.

He’s not moving. Not pushing you off, which he could easily do, not calling mom and telling her you need to be checked into a ward of some kind - with others akin to you. Would be like a slumber party really, getting to indulge in fantasies that haven’t left the confines of your sick little head. Dad is looking on ahead, glassy-eyed and sad. And you kind of get it now, what you’ve heard about dad being easy back when he was younger. Not easy, but soft. Pliant against his own will, even when he has the capacity to say no, you’ve given him plenty of chances to say no.

“Dad, I’m sorry, I’ll be quick.” That’s a promise, you’re worked up from therapy with the cleaner version of dad. “And I’m sorry, we don’t have to do this ever again.” Unless you want too is left unsaid. You hope the implications are clear enough, that he’s picking up what you’re putting down, but dad is slow in that sense. He’s a hands-on type of guy.

You give him a minute, dad blinks, and there’s no explicit refusal, so you lift up to wriggle out of your jeans. Dad’s come undone a little easier, he raises his hips when you ask him to do so, and he flinches when you unzip them - fingers coming into contact with the softness of his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Leon’s not hard. It’s a blow to your already crippled ego, then again you’ve heard mom talk about Viagra to him before - so maybe it’s not a ‘my kid is groping my dick’ issue, but more of an old age issue.

The tip is velvety on your skin when you tuck your fingers beneath the waistband to tug them down, with the way he’s reclined back in his seat, his dick flops onto his stomach. Heavy and stagnant, much like dad himself. Doesn’t spring up and whack you in the face like dicks tend to do in porn, doesn’t have a mind of its own, it just sits there awkwardly.

Leon closes his eyes, you notice how ragged his breathing is and wonder if he’s getting any enjoyment out of this, or if he’s two minutes away from flatlining. To comfort him, you stroke a hand over his cheek, fingers curling beneath his square jaw as your other hand curls around his flaccid cock. He flinches, and for the first time in your life, you see dad cry. And it turns you on. The last time was when you were born, you don’t remember it, for obvious reasons, but he reiterates it every birthday.

“Oh, dad,” Your brows knit together, “I didn’t… Please don’t cry, I really didn’t mean to upset you, dad. Gosh, I’m just, I just needed to do this dad— Can you speak to me, please? I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Leon’s voice wavers, his body is wracked with shivers, chills prickling his spine, “I want to make you happy.” You’re all he's got, you and mom are the only speck of normalcy in dad’s life and you’ve gone and ruined it. For reasons even your counsellor couldn’t process, reasons that are unfathomable to you. A prion disease so severe that even your therapist likely fears there’s no chance. “I’m sorry.” He says finally, and your stomach hurts.

“Dad, don’t say sorry, that’s stupid.” You lift your hips once more, spitting on your palm and smearing it over his dick has done little for lube, but he’s not all that big - and you’re dripping down your thighs, it’ll be an easy fit, ‘cause dad made you. Half of you is him, and that means he’ll be just right. “It’s not your fault.” You tell him, but you doubt it lifts the guilt from his shoulders, it weighs down his tender heart instead.

Dad doesn’t think that way. He blames everything on himself. Leon’s the one that raised you, he's the one that went wrong. You don’t know how else to tell him there’s something sick inside your head, and it’s infected every single part of you.

It’s hard to guide him into your hole, the tip bumps over your twitching clit a couple of times, up and down your slippery folds as you try to line him up. Leon’s face twists when you take him in, walls breached by the tip alone, you wonder if he’s relieved to find out you’re a virgin. You’ve been saving it for dad, didn’t know the opportunity would come so soon. Your cunt squelches when you take him to the hilt, squeezing around his shaft till he hardens inside of you. There we go, so dad does like you after all? Or is this a natural response? Or is he thinking of someone else, his eyes have been closed for an awfully long time.

“Dad, will you look at me, please?” That’s the second time you’ve asked so nicely and he obeys all the same, cracking open his eyes, foggy like stained glass, just as bright too.

Two hands come to rest on your torso, Leon’s keeping you at arms length. You want dad to let you in. The rocking off your hips elicits the slightest groan from his parted lips, you grind yourself into his lap, fat head leaking and jabbing at that spongy spot deep inside. See? Dad’s made for you. Dad knows you.

“Dad,” You whimper, clammy forehead sticking to his, the tip of your nose bumping his broad one, it’s romantic you think. In the same way A View from the Bridge is romantic - to you and you only. “I love you… I love you so much.” His hips jolt upwards, dad’s sensitive you suppose, he didn’t mean to do it ‘cause his face contorts with pure, unadulterated disgust.

Shakily, you take his bigger hand in yours, he’s limp in your grip. You jam his hand between your sweaty bodies, force him to rub them against your thrumming clit. Dad does it. ‘Cause he loves you, if you didn’t get that by now. His thumb rubs figure eights into your bud, the nimble touch, along with dad’s dick right where you want it, lodged deep inside your pussy - it tips you right over the edge.

Your thighs tremble, snapping shut around his hand, and his cock slips out. He’s only got a semi, or maybe he came earlier, but you don’t know much about dick specifics so you curl into his chest, and dad holds you tight even after you totally violated the poor guy.

“Should clean up ‘fore mom gets home.” Leon’s voice is unsteady, lilting up and down, all over the place. God, did you make dad cry again, you stupid bitch?

“Yeah,” You agree, scratching the back of your head ‘cause what do you even say after fucking your dad? Couldn’t even ask google that. “Dad, do you still like me?”

“I love you,” He answers instinctively, “I’ll love you no matter what you do to me, kid.”

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 5 months

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Milk and Cookies » Steve Rogers/Captain America

December 5th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Steve Rogers x Wife/Mom!Reader with son James

Summary: Steve’s and Y/N’s 4 year old son can’t sleep so Steve lets him snack on milk and cookies.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, cuddling, nicknames for son (buddy, sweetie), pet names for Y/N (sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Daddy!” Steve hears a little voice.

“Daddy!” He hears again with a small hand tapping his arm.

Steve’s eyes open to see his and your 4 year old son James standing on his side of the bed. He checked the time on his phone which displayed 1:32am.

“What’s wrong, buddy? Why aren’t you in bed?” Steve asks, rubbing his eyes.

“Can’t sleep.” James says with a pout.

“You can’t sleep?” He says.

“No.” James nodded his head.

“I have an idea.” Steve says, getting out of bed.

Steve picked up James and quietly went downstairs so him and James didn’t wake you up. Steve sat James on the counter and rummaged through the cabinets causing James to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“What you doing, daddy?” James asks.

“Looking for the cookies.” He says.

“Cookies?” James asks, tilting his head slightly.

“Yes. Cookies.” Steve says.

When Steve found the cookies, he put them on the counter next to James and grabbed two cups and the milk from the fridge.

“Your grandma did this when I was your age when I couldn’t sleep.” Steve says as he poured milk in the cups.

“Your mommy did let you eat milk and cookies past your bedtime?” James asks.

“Sometimes.” He says with a smile.

Steve grabbed a couple of cookies, giving one to James. James took it from his daddy and dipped it in the milk and took a bite of it.

“Daddy, who was I named after?” James asks curiously.

“You were named after uncle Bucky. Daddy’s best friend.” Steve tells him.

“I thought his name was Bucky?” He asks confused.

“It is. His middle name is Buchanan, but he goes by Bucky.” Steve explains.

“Oh ok.” James eats the rest of his cookie. “Can I watch cartoons?” He asks.

“Normally I would say no, but yes you can. Don’t tell mommy.” He says.

“No tell mommy.” James says.

Steve cleaned up the little mess of cookie crumbs on the counter and put the cookies away. He picked James up off the counter and walked to the living room and sat down on the couch with him in his arms.

“What do you want to watch?” Steve asks, turning on the TV.

“SpongeBob!” James says excitedly, clapping his hands.

“Why SpongeBob?” He asks.

“Uncle Peter lets me watch it at his house and he’s funny!” He tells his daddy.

Steve chuckled at his son’s cuteness and put SpongeBob on. It didn’t take long for James to fall asleep. Steve noticed and grabbed a blanket from the other side of the couch. He carefully laid down with James on his chest and covered the both of them up. He wrapped his arms around him protectively and kissed the top of his head. Steve fell asleep soon after.

When morning came, you rolled over to wrap your arm around your husband only to find out that he wasn’t in bed. You got out of bed and went to James’s bedroom, thinking Steve was in there, but he wasn’t. You began to panic. You quickly went downstairs, but heard the sound of the TV coming from the living room. You went to the living room to see James playing with some of his toys on the floor and Steve sleeping on the couch which made you feel relieved. James looked up and smiled.

“Good morning, mommy!” James smiles.

“Good morning, sweetie!” You bent down to kiss his forehead.

“Daddy sleeping.” He says in almost a whisper.

“I see that.” You say.

You sat down on the couch and leaned down to give Steve a kiss on his cheek making him smile. He opened his eyes to see you sitting next to him. Steve sat up and gave you a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Do you want to explain why you were in bed when I woke up?” You asked your husband.

“James couldn’t sleep last night.” Steve says.

“Daddy let me eat milk and cookies and let me watch cartoons, but you’re not supposed to know!” James chimes in.

“Oh really?” You say, looking at your husband.

“I thought it would help him sleep.” He says.

“I did go back to sleeps!” James says.

“Well that’s good. What do you want for breakfast?” You asked.

“Pancakes!” James says with excitement.

“Alright. You two stay here and I’ll make breakfast.” You say, standing up and went to the kitchen.

“Thank you!” James and Steve say at the same time.

“You’re welcome!” You say back.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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starlordsandrockets · 11 months

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Take a Seat

pairing: Star-Lord/Peter Quill x reader

word count: 2k

summary: You and Peter have some drinks in the Milano's cockpit. This leads to you being strapped into his chair with your legs over his shoulders.

a/n: i'm riding out everyones Star-Lord high for as long as i can. so glad my fics from 4 years ago are finally getting notes lol

(also i didn't proofread so i apologize for any typos)

One of your many playlists hummed through the cockpit of the Milano as you stared out of the ship’s large window. A drink sat in your hand, the glass filled with a comically colored blue liquid, “What’s this again,” You somewhat slur, “Looks like windex, you trying to poison me,”

“And why would I do that, darling?” Peter questioned, “You said you liked blue raspberry, those fruity drinks,”

You turned your head, it spinned as your eyes attempted to focus on Peter, “Mhm,” You hummed, “but why do you get whiskey and I get this,” He made his way towards you, setting his glass down as he passed the low table.

“Because,” Peter spoke quietly before planting a kiss on your lips. His words smelled of whiskey as his rough kiss tasted bitter, “it makes your kisses sweet,”

“Aren’t they always?” You asked. You looked up at the outlaw through your mascara coated lashes, “Shit,” You muttered, realizing it has been another night since you forgot to take off your makeup, “my makeup,” You rubbed your eye, slightly annoyed.

“You look fine,” Peter spoke, “pretty,” He corrected as you stared back at him, “A really pretty girl,” He praised as you took a sip from your glass. A small laugh passed through your lips as you knew how the night would end based on Peter’s behavior, “What?”

“Nothing,” You lied. Focusing on your music, you began to sway to The Eagles as ‘One of These Nights’ hummed off of the metal cockpit. Peter’s hands found their way to your hips, attracting your eyes to your own body. The two of you had been shut away in Peter’s room, waiting for the others to retire to their own rooms. Since you joined the Guardians on sudden notice, there was no room for you on the ship. You did not mind sharing a room with Peter, however sometimes you longed for a space that was not so small and filled with Peter’s dirty laundry.

You were only wearing a large black, band t-shirt, Blue Oyster Cult to be specific, over a pair of black underwear. Peter was not complaining as his fingers slipped underneath the shirt’s rough fabric, falling on your soft skin, “Must feel nice to get out of my room,” Peter spoke, as if reading your mind, “Next stop I’m looking into getting you a seat,” he added, watching your eyes fall on the large seats that surrounded you.

“You mean I won’t be tossed around your room when you’re driving,” You teased, “What a relief,” Walking out of Peter’s hold, you studied his seat that sat in front of the large window before finishing off your drink, retiring the glass.

“Take a seat,” Peter instructed, watching your hands tracing the cold metal, “Might have to get you a smaller size,” He teased, seeing how much larger the chair was than you.

You almost fell into the large seat, the alcohol hitting you more than you thought, “This thing looks like a death trap,” You slurred, hands playing with the buckles that were placed there for safety. You watched as Peter took the buckles from your hands, his palms almost engulfing your fists.

Tossing the buckles to the side, the metal echoed through the pit. You watched as Peter placed his hands on the chair’s arms. His hips swung loosely as he stared down at you. Removing his dominant hand, he took hold of the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric up over your chest, exposing your skin. The cool air sent a chill up your spine as your nipples hardened at the change of temperature, “Quill-” You stuttered as Peter now proceeded to pull chair’s safety straps across your chest. The thick fabric crossed your body, allowing your breasts to be framed almost artfully. His hands now traveled to your knees, falling behind them, guiding your legs as he spread them apart, slowly, “Quill,” You repeated, watching him kneel before you.

Peter’s lips brushed your skin, barely honoring you with the much needed contact, “What darling?” He felt you squirm in his hold, not wanting to wait any longer for the contact you burned for, “Don’t look so desperate,”

“Shut up,” You pouted as Peter saw right through you, “you’re the one who made me the drink,” You spoke, knowing exactly how you get after a few drinks, “you probably did this on purpose,”

“Well… you get less pissed when you’re drunk,” Peter smiled, taking a sip from his glass, “but you also scream louder,” He added, placing his fingers under the elastic of your underwear.

“S-shut up,” You stuttered, struggling against the fabric straps, “Quill… what if someone comes out here,”

“Then I’ll have to be fast,” Peter spoke, pulling down the black fabric. Watching you struggle in front of him turned Peter on more than he wanted to admit. You were headstrong, always fighting back, so putting you in your place made him want to do so many things to you, “And maybe don’t be too loud then,”

Anxiety pained your chest but it equally excited you. You felt yourself grow wetter as you watched Peter sip on his whiskey between your spread legs. His chair was large, making you feel minuscule and submissive, “Then stop teasing me and hurry up,”

“And do what?” Peter pressed, slowly pulling the fabric down your thighs. Your underwear rolled down your skin in his large hands, “What do you think I’m gonna do to you? Whadda ya’ want me to do?” The whiskey drew out his accent, which went into your ears and straight between your legs.

“I want you to stop teasing me,” You answered before a whimper bubbled past your lips as the cold metal chair cooled the heat between your legs.

“S’no fun that way,” Peter admitted, his hands pulling your hips towards him as best as he could with how you were restrained. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, he stared at the sight before him, “Fine. You’re dripping wet as it is, huh?” With a grin, he moved closer to you. He watched as your hips rocked towards him, begging for any sort of relief, “I think I teased you enough,”

Throwing your head back, it smacked against the heavy metal. Your eyes screwed shut, not only from the pain, but from your restlessness. You felt Peter’s hand trail from your knee, up your inner thigh. You whined at just how painfully slow his touch was as it neared your clit, “Quilllll,” You groaned, “Please,” You sucked in air between your clenched teeth as Peter’s thumb finally began to rub circles on your clit, “s-shit,”

Peter watch as his fingers ran through your wet folds, the slight sounds was orgasmic to him, “Fuck sweetheart,” You wiggled underneath his touch, making a smile curl his lips. A moment later, he brought his smiling lips to your clit. He planted a wet kiss before his tongue began to explore you, it ran through your folds and left wet trails on your inner thighs. His rough hands found hold on your plush skin, calloused fingers digging into your outer thighs. His flat palms snaked to your ass, holding it as his tongue worked you.

Your attempts to hold back the moans that were crawling up your throat failed, whimpers passing through your pressed lips. You were terrified that someone would walk into the cockpit at any moment and see you strapped to Peter’s seat with his skilled tongue working between your spread legs. However, the thought also turned you on slightly.

“Let them hear you,” Peter spoke, realizing your struggling above him, “Maybe if they hear how good I’m making you feel they’ll stay in their rooms,”

“Q-Quill,” You stuttered, however your tone was stern. Your lips returned to a pressed line, afraid a moan would pass through your parted lips. Your attempt did not last long as Peter found the rhythm that you loved, “f-fUck,” You moaned, volume louder than you wished to admit.

“There you go,” Peter coaxed, his tone praising. One of his fingers unexpectedly entered you, pumping in and out at the perfect pace. He paired the slow finger fucking with a faster pace from his tongue, making you grow close to climax without warning.

“I’m… I’m so-so close,” You moaned, struggling behind your restraints but Peter only hummed back in response, the action vibrating against your clit slightly, “Ffffuck,” You moaned, “I’m gonna cum,”

“What was that sweetheart?” Peter questioned, pulling his head out from between your legs, his finger picking up the pace and attempting to keep your orgasm at the brink.

“I’m so close… please,” You studied his expression, knowing exactly what he was waiting for, “S-Star-Lord,”

With an overconfident smile, his lips returned to your clit, planting a wet kiss before he brought you to your climax.

“Fu-fuck- I’m-” You moaned, hips rocking towards his tongue. You matched his pace as your eyes screwed shut, feeling yourself reach the high you had been chasing.

Now comes the part you always dreaded.

You felt Peter keep his pace on your sensitive clit, overstimulating you. You whimpered, unable to flee him as he overworked you.

Once Peter was satisfied, he leaned back onto his heels, “How was that?” He questioned you, watching your eyes slowly open, brows un-furrowing, “Want your own chair? Or do you just like mine?”

Your heated skin was cooled slightly by the chair’s metal as you shifted in the large seat. Your chest rose and fell as you attempted to catch your breath, a small smile curled the ends of your lips, “I… I think I’d like a chair,” You spoke as Peter began to free you, “But only if we can do this again in my own chair,”

“Of course,” Peter laughed slightly, “I’ll make a call in the morning,” His voice echoed off the walls as the two of you realized the music had stopped humming through the Milano.

“I think we should go back to your room,” You spoke, wondering just when the music had stopped and your moans started. Peter shot you a glance, “I think I need a break before we do anything else,” You laughed.

“You can take all the time you need, I can wait,” He took your hands, helping your shaking legs off of the large chair, “So like… twenty minutes?” He somewhat joked as he led you towards his room.

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selfishdoll · 7 months

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NOW PLAYING…. ALL I NEED

As long as you say my name every time I break you off

MEAN DOM! KASHIMO HAJIME

bestie & i hc that kashimo was a mean dom anyway, i mean look at him?? but i didn’t make him mean enough in this one.. also don’t know if this counts as a oneshot or drabble & idc (i do)

cw: mean kashimo (he’s sweet at the end), ooc (sorry), rough sex, manhandling, etc. mdni. unedited, please excuse typos & grammatical errors.

the dynamics in the bedroom was never a discussion when it came to kashimo hajime. the god of lightning was always dominant; no matter the time of day, position, or mood. even if you happened to be on top, his hands were gripping your waist lifting you up and off his cock with a smug grin. the man didn’t give his position up easily and loved to meet your challenge each time you attempted to top him.

unfortunately for you, he always won.

not this time though. maybe he was in an especially generous mood or maybe for once the reckless, battle thirsty sorcerer wanted to be lazy. either way, when you declared you could leave him a blubbering mess— you were surprised to see his eyebrows raise in amusement and watch as he walked over to your bed.

his large form laying across it, hands tucked behind his head. waiting oh, so patiently.

with nothing left to hold you back, you got right down to it. and you were doing good for the first twenty-minutes too. circling your hips teasingly, watching as the man’s arms twitched; struggling to keep his hands off you. you even got a few vocal groans from him, watching his thin eyebrows pinch close from the pleasure. everything was going just as you wished.

until, you reached twenty-five minutes.

your legs were shaking at this point, strong bounces turning into pathetic drops. hands clenching his torso as your chest rose up and down heavily. lifting yourself up once again, you whined stiffly, another feeble drop escaping you. finally, your heavy lidded eyes moved to your lover’s face; slick lips pulled into a pout;

“haji..” you whined softly, nails grazing his skin. your eyes took in the bored expression covering his handsome features, head tilting up at you.

“ah.. getting tired aren’t you?” hajime spoke, bored expression lifting into a sick simper. the man adjusted his hips; them rising from the bed for a moment — grin deepening when a high pitched moan escaped you — and dropping them back against the sheets. “was doing so good too, what a shame. couldn’t even keep your promise.” the sorcerer mocked, a hand finally moving from his head.

you shivered as his calloused fingers treaded across your warm, mocha colored skin; tracing the stretch marks that lined across your hips. in one swift motion his fingers curled into the curly end of your braids, tugging, watching you arch and moan loudly. he rose from his previous laying position, pressing hot open mouth kisses against your throat, hand rising to cradle the back of your head.

“hajime..”

“mmm..” hajime hummed back, dragging his canines across your sensitive skin just to hear you whine. his free hand traveled to place a bruising grip on your hip, slowly guiding you to grind against him. “can’t even get yourself off without my help.. how pathetic.”

the harsh words went straight to your pussy, walls clenching around him as you whined. your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling into his long cyan tresses as he rose his hips again, ramming up into you. “hajime—!”

“yeah.. i hear you.” the sorcerer spoke against your skin, leaning to rest you onto the blankets. his hands trailed to your thighs, gripping the undersides of them and pushing your knees up to your chest. you would groan softly at this to which hajime softly shushed, leaning down to press a kiss to your chin. “you wanna cum, don’t you? then just lay there and look pretty.” his hips pulled back as the words entered your mind, flicking them forward to ram his cock right back into your pretty cunt.

your eyes rolled back from the treatment, uselessly gripping his arms as he set a bruising pace inside you. your speech was jumbled; feeble sputters of his name falling from your bruised lips. hajime enjoyed it far too much, lips pulled into a grin that almost looked permanent. his sharp eyes glanced between the two of you, watching the way his cock disappeared into your pretty pussy; the way your walls clung to him as if refusing to let go.

his hands released your thighs, coming to your lower back and lifting your hips. you nearly screamed at this new position, feeling him ram into your g-spot with each thrust. your hand reached to his waist, attempting to signal it was becoming too much. hajime gave a gruff chuckle at this, leaning down to your ear. “too much? you want me to stop?”

“mm—!” you panted, attempting to focus on his face despite each thrust throwing you deeper and deeper into ecstasy. “n—no! please don’t—“

“move your hand, then.” was what he whispered back, already bruising pace quickening inside you.

you were lost at this point, trapped under the pleasure kashimo hajime was giving you. your body twitched, lips hung open as you released honey sweet moans— you were a mess. his mess.

you clenched as you felt your end approach, attempting to tell him but your words only coming out in incoherent babbles. but.. he knew all to well what you were saying. clear in the way he released a hip to reach between you, thumb rolling tight circles onto your swollen clit.

you were pushed over the edge, back arching as you gushed all around him; tainted his thighs, and the bed sheets with your essence. you panted heavily, feeling his hips stop and his body come to hover over you.

“right here.. focus here.” hajime murmured, grabbing your face gently. the man swore softly as your pretty eyes fixed onto his face, leaning to press a soft kiss between them. “good girl.” he spoke, feeling your warm hands trace his arms.

“you didn’t cum yet, haji.”

“who said i was done with you?”

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bertinworms · 1 month

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I Wish You Would

Pairings: Tangerine x gn!civilian!drunk!reader

Tags/Warnings: cursing/language, alcohol alcohol consumption, drunk character, mention of gambling/betting, bar atmosphere, kissing/make out, mentions of fire arms/weapons

Word Count: 5.3K

Summary: You are drunk. Not “black out and forget the entire night “ drunk, but white girl at the club with her friends drunk. One of your bestest friends is getting married soon and tonight you and the rest of your eccentric friend group are club/bar hopping to celebrate the engagement! Your friend group told you to think about it like the bachelorette party before the bachelorette party. Whatever that means… The group isn’t a big group, only about seven people, but the seven people all come from various backgrounds. Three of your friends come from pretty well off families and happened to be in university for law school. One of your friends works for some huge tech company with something to do with security. One of them comes from a line of surgeons and happens to be in residency for surgery. Your best friend and bride-to-be comes from an extremely wealthy and famous family, you aren’t really sure what for, but you know it has to do with tycoons and business and yada yada. And then there was you. You were in university too, at the same establishment as the rest of the group, but you didn’t come from lines of money. You were in school for education.

Various backgrounds or not, your bestie for the restie wants to go absolutely ballistic and celebrate her girlfriend finally popping the question, so of course your study buddy group just has to go out! With the intentions of bar and club hopping, you all end up at an arcade? Or a bowling alley? You aren’t really sure, but the place has heaps of alcohol, arcade games, a place to bowl, mini golf, and also some cute patrons….

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You honestly could not believe that you had agreed to this. You had been friends with your group for almost five years and you had always said you would do anything for them, but you never thought it meant being out since about 7:00 PM celebrating Ava May’s proposal. When you had gotten the notification that afternoon with an image attached, you were hoping that her partner, Jordan, had finally popped the question and you were right. And of course the groupchat had blown up.

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“Girls, Gays, & Daddies $$$”

Leoni: SHUT THE FUCK UP DID THEY REALLY PROPISE THIS TIME!!>>??!>!? Mateo: here comes leon with the typos 🙄 BUT OMG CONGRATS AVA!!!!!!! Camilia: HOOOOOOLYYYYY SHIT!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!! THEY HAD THE FUCKING BALLSSSSS You: OMG YESS!!!!! WHEN’S THE WEDDING!!?? Elijah boo: FORGET the wedding!!!!! bitch, when are we CELEBRATING!!!!!! Naomi: omg can we PLEASE go out tonight!!!!??? Wrenster: omg ava congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it took them long enough!!!!!! Ava Bear: omg y’all already KNOW we’re going out tonight!!!!!! b @ my house 5pm SHARP troops 🫡

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Of course five o’clock came, and everyone in the group chat was at Ava’s house. You all got to congratulate Jordan and Ava on the engagement, and say hello to both their family’s, but quickly carried Ava away to party the night away. That was of course after all seven of you pregamed getting ready.

The group was a close knit one. You all were giggling and laughing and dancing around each other while getting ready, raiding Ava’s closet and her accessories and checking yourselves in the mirrors. Everyone had gone for outfits that made them stand out, but complemented their features. You had ended up in some brightly colored crop top that Ava had shoved into your hands, your sneakers, and some designer jeans that Mateo had said would have your ass looking like you did 500 squats a day. You had laughed and rolled your eyes at that. You were pretty sure Mateo just wanted you to feel sexy.

The rest of the group had picked similar outfits. Some exposing skin, other’s exposing less skin but featuring skin-tight clothing pieces. Some had added accessories to their hair, their neck, their wrists and more. With six other bodies dancing around, you honestly hadn’t gotten a great look at everyone’s outfits – but you figured it didn’t matter anyway because by the end of the night most of those outfits would probably look a lot different from how they looked currently. And once everyone was ready, you all headed towards Ava’s car where a driver was waiting. And you all climbed in and pregamed some more.

Half of the group tended to be “partiers”not crazy party goers, but they liked to spend time when they could out having a good time. That didn’t really happen to be up your alley. You were a little more introverted than your friend group, especially since you didn’t necessarily have the same funds your friends did. The group loved paying your way through parties though and always made sure you were included, but the combination of feeling bad and not loving the party scene meant you didn’t go out with them as much as they probably would’ve liked you to. But this night was different. Everyone in the group had already sternly told you that tonight you and Ava were not spending a dime on anything. Mateo telling you that tonight that they were celebrating Ava’s engagement and also the rare occasion of you going all out tonight with them.

You didn’t disagree.

And that’s how you and your friend group ended up at some club? Arcade? Bowling alley? Bar? You weren’t sure what to call it, but the place seemed to have it all.. There was a bar with many-a-drinks, bowling alley lanes, an arcade, neon minigolf, laser tag, and televisions everywhere, each featuring a different sporting event which you assumed was for people betting on games.

It was loud, and dark, but also brightly lit all at the same time. You were cold, but kept comfortable with the warmth of your friend group buzzing around you. You were very out of your element. You would’ve been slightly uncomfortable if you hadn’t already had about seven? No, you think eight? You weren’t sure, but you and the rest of the group had a fair amount of alcohol in you.

Right then, everything seemed a little fuzzy. You had glanced at your phone and thought you had read some time around 11:00 PM, but with Rihanna blasting over the speakers in the building, it was a little hard to concentrate.

The group was currently at a bar-like table. Mateo, Elijah, Ava, and Naomi were currently on their fourth round of bowling with Ava still somehow in the lead. Leon, Wren and Camilia had snuck away from the group either to get more drinks or maybe to play mini golf, you really couldn’t remember.

Your glossed over gaze was disturbed by Mateo standing up and stretching as long as he could, his arms reaching up a little revealing a bit of his stomach.

“Okay, I am going back to the bar to get another drink, anyone else coming?” He said, eyes bouncing around the faces at the table. Nobody responded as they all seemed to be involved with something else at the time, so you stood up quickly.

“Mmmmmmm, I’ll come with Matty!” You smiled and trailed after him as he led the way to the bar.

“You know there’s some cuties here, you should try and chat one up.” He says, side eyeing you as you both arrive at the bar to look over what you want.

You roll your eyes and playfully push his shoulder. “That would be a grand idea except I’m drunker than a skunk currently and we’re here to celebrate Ava, not find me a date.”

Mateo rolls his eyes as he orders both of your drinks and collects them.

“Okay, yeah we are celebrating Ava, but you know good and damn well if I told that girl you saw a hot guy looking your way that she would jump on the idea of you making a move tonight.” Mateo chuckles as he finishes his sentence and starts walking you both back to the table, curving through the different people.

“I know, but tonight I’m just hanging out with you guys. I’m honestly shocked that nobody has attracted any spare wild men to the table with how loud and obnoxious we’re being tonight.” You laugh, a tiny hiccup slipping out of your mouth.

As you and Mateo round the corner to your table, Mateo sees the group before you and busts out into laughter. “Oh my dear, have you truly jinxed yourself tonight.” He walks the few steps to the table, puts the two drinks down. “Hellooooo boys!”

When Mateo steps aside, you're greeted by the eyes of two men who look like they don't belong here. They both are extremely attractive, but both appear to be in suits. Like suit suits. Like they could be working at the bank. You recognize the two as workers for Ava’s father. Bodyguards. Or honestly the word babysitters fit the situation too. ‘Babysitters with bullets,’ you think to yourself as you look down at one of the men’s waists, catching a glimpse of a not-so-hidden weapon.

Your thought is cut off by that said man speaking and your eyes trail from his waist to his face. He holds eye contact with you before speaking. “Sorry to crash this here lil shindig, but you lot should be wrapping all this,” he twirls a finger around in the air, referencing the group, “up pretty soon. It’s getting late.”

Once he finishes his sentence, it’s now his turn to look at you. You watch his eyes look up and down, scanning what felt like every inch of your body, before he looks back to Ava as she begins to speak.

“Oh my god! Look, I know Daddy sent you two to “look after me”’ Ava uses huge air quotes, “but I’m old enough to make sure I don’t get fucking dragged off drunk off my fucking ass. We’re just celebrating, just chillax, yeah?” Ava lets out a giggle as she clearly slurs her words and then playfully slaps the shoulder of the man that hadn’t spoken yet.

“Come on Tangerine, just let them be, yeah? They’re not doing any harm and they're all in one spot.” The man says, putting a hand on Tangerine’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze and shake. If you remember right, you’re pretty sure he goes by Lemon. Or that’s what you’ve heard Ava’s father call him.

“Yeah Tangerine! Just let us chilllllll” Naomi drags out the last word as she tries to put a hand on his chest. He takes a step back away from her, his face slightly puckering up as it seems like he stifles a face of annoyance.

You sit down next to Ava, across from where the open seat in front of Tangerine is.

“Look. Ava’s father gave clear instructions to make sure she doesn’t make any fucked decisions tonight. And seeing as sh–” Tangerine’s speech is cut off once more, this time surprisingly by Elijah.

“Look man, if your concern is making sure Ava isn’t dead in a ditch, why don’t you two just pull a seat up at the table. It isn’t like we’re going anywhere else tonight, just fucking sit and relax. Have a drink!” Elijah almost barks this out before returning to the game of bowling. He’s currently in second place, behind Ava and you know he’s dying to beat her.

Lemon gives a nod before sitting down at the bar, grabbing Ava’s half finished beer and taking a swig. Tangerine on the other hand reluctantly takes a seat in front of you. You watch his demeanor once he’s sat. It seems like he’s avoiding your gaze, and you’re not sure why. You watch his face as he observes the people around you. You can’t tell if he’s just surveying the place or if he’s just uncomfortable. His body language looks stiff and his hands are clasped on the table in front of him.

“You have pretty eyes…” The sentence slips out of your mouth as you stare at him, rubbing your own eye as you feel yourself getting a little tired. You were hoping to break the silence. “Also pretty arms.” You let out a little giggle as you prop your head on your hand, continuing to stare at the pretty man sitting across from you.

You talking seems to bring him back to the group at hand. Or at least brings his attention to you. He gives you a weird look, seeming to calculate what to say. “And you seem pretty drunk, love.” He reaches across the table, grabbing your drink and taking a sip from it before returning it to you. “And that’s a pretty strong drink you got.”

You give yet another giggle, reaching for your drink and taking a sip. You were drunk all right, but you needed more liquid courage if you were going to be in the presence of this man. Your brain had fallen quiet and your friends seemed to not be coming to your rescue in this one.

You recall a comment from Mateo earlier in the night about ‘letting you do your thing if you ever came across a hot ass man tonight.’

You had been around Tangerine and Lemon before. From what you could recall, they weren’t truly employed by Ava’s father. You’re pretty sure it was more like a freelance thing? They weren’t always around Ava and her family, but they were hired common enough for you to know exactly who they are and remember Tangerine.

The first time you had ever met the two, the group was at a soccer game in the city. You were in Ava’s family’s suite at the game having a blast. You remember spotting Tangerine and asking Ava just who the tall man was exactly. After that, any time Tangerine and Lemon were hired to babysit Ava, you always basically gawked at the man. After Tangerine and Lemon left for the room, your friend group, especially Ava liked to tease you. Ava and Mateo knew you had a thing for Tangerine. Ava liked to get her father to hire the two as much as possible, especially if you were present. It meant you saw him often. It meant you thought about him often. You thought his curls were pretty and you could imagine what it would feel like to run your fingers through his beautiful hair. You could recall the accent he had. You thought the tattoos he had were attractive, or maybe it was just because they were on his arms. And god did he have pretty arms.

You’re once again brought out of daydreaming, this time by Naomi sitting down by Tangerine and placing a hand on the back of his shoulder, and one hand on his chest. You don’t listen to what she’s saying, but by the look on their face, you know she’s flirting. And hard. You hear her let out a giggle as she makes some sort of comment about the man before you swap from sipping your drink to straight up downing it.

You slam the cup down on the table and shoot up. “I’m off to get another drink..” You twirl around, maybe a little too fast, and begin heading for the bar.

You know the announcement of your departure was a little stern. You don’t know why, but it almost got on your nerves that Naomi was making a pass at the man. You let the jealousy stay for a second before rationalizing the thought.

‘I’m not actually jealous. It’s late and I’m drunk, it isn’t that big of a deal, I’m just being silly.’ You think to yourself as you arrive at the bar, propping both elbows up onto the ledge and waiting for a bartender to notice you. You wipe your face hoping to clear your mind.

While waiting your eyes slowly are drawn to one of the television hung above the bar – some wrestling match was going on. You notice the other people at the bar, their eyes glued to the screen. ‘I don’t understand why they are so invested.’ You think to yourself as you turn your attention back to in front of you, looking at the drink choices before noticing a man standing to your right. You turn your head and are happily met by the pretty blue eyes of a curly headed man.

You grin.

“Tangeriiinnnneeeeee” You draw out his name. You aren’t quite sure if it is on purpose or if you’re just drunk, but it didn’t matter as you watched the man’s lips twist into a smirk itself.

“Interested in the match, are we?” He asks, nodding back to the television.

“Mmmmmm, not quite. I’m not much of a sports fan.” You give a glance at the match before turning your attention back to him, noticing his shirt. He usually had it buttoned up all the way, as professional as you can get. But tonight, you notice at least two, maybe three buttons that seem to be open. You can see a tattoo peeking out from under his shirt. You take a deep breath before your eyes return to his. He had watched you check him out yet again.

You clear your throat before asking, “Are you a fan?”

He doesn’t break eye contact. “I am tonight.”

A noise escapes your throat, almost a hum. He still hadn’t broken eye contact. Maybe it was just you, but it seemed like it had gotten hard to breathe. You felt like you hadn’t taken a breath in ages. “And why’s that?” You ask, still looking at him and still maintaining eye contact.

In the moment you felt like the only thing in the room was him.

“Got money on the small guy. Everyone likes an underdog story, yeah?” The smirk returns to his face.

You nod your head in agreement. Once again, your brain has gone blank. The sudden movement of his lips catches your attention as your eyes quickly dart down to his lips, and quickly dart back up to his eyes. He had watched that happen too.

As your eyes meet, your body forces you to take a deep breath. You notice he does the same. Maybe his breath had also been caught in his throat. You realize the sound of the world around you also comes back to you.

You’re brought back to the real world completely as a bartender greets you and Tangerine, asking what you two will have. But before you can answer for yourself, Tangerine speaks for you.

“Water for this one, and whisky for me.” He says before telling the bartender exactly what he wants. As soon as the bartender turns to go grab the materials, you turn back to Tangerine.

“I can’t order for myself now?” You jokingly ask, your voice getting a little higher in disbelief as you raise both your eyebrows in fake disbelief.

He looks at you and gives a scoff. “You can, but I don’t know if you should be at this particular time darling.” He gives you a sly smile, one probably meant to comfort you.

And you lose your breath again and you avert your eyes. You thought you had gotten confident, but you weren’t expecting him to call you that. You clear your throat. And start to mess with a laminated menu on the bar.

“So why exactly are you here tonight? You know this isn’t the first stop we’ve made, right?” You ask, trying to change the subject. Or at least to get him talking.

“We’ve been hanging back most of the night. Nothin’ suspicious has happened, but a few o’ you idiots are getting a little too far gone. Ava’s father sent us specifically to watch her. The rest of the group is just an added bonus. Don’t wanna make any rich parents mad, do we?” He asks the last part rhetorically.

This time he’s the one looking away. He takes a drink while looking off. You can’t read the expression on his face, but it isn’t quite neutral. He looks like something is on his mind.

“You don’t seem all that excited to be babysitting a bunch of adults. Why do you even take the jobs offered by Ava’s family? I assume there’s other things you could be doing.” After speaking you realize your tone seemed a little snippy. You hadn’t meant for it to come out rudely, but it did just a tad. You really were on a roll tonight.

You didn’t want to necessarily influence the man to stop taking the jobs, but you were curious. You could tell by what he was wearing that he had money. In previous interactions, you had drawn the same conclusion. You weren’t extremely up to date with the latest fashion trends when it came to wealth, but you did know that the watch on his wrist looked very similar to one that Elijah had. And you knew it wasn’t cheap. Plus the extensive wardrobe the man seemed to have also led you to believe he was pretty well off for himself.

He half turns his head back to you, side eyeing you with a scrunched eyebrow.

“A little touchy on the subject are we?” He asks you before setting his drink down. He rubs his chin before turning his face to yours.

“Ava’s father pays well. The jobs easy, quick and usually clean. Easy money.” He pauses and you watch his eyes move down to your lips and back up to your eyes and then down to the drink back in his hand. “It's an added bonus that sometimes you idiots can be entertaining.”

“Well. I’ll agree that they – we – can be quite entertaining. I can imagine it can be a little obnoxious at times.” A few times come to mind.

Like this year's New Years Eve party held at Ava’s. Camilia had drunk way too much champagne and had eaten quite a few shrimps. She was in the midst of a nasty break up with a pretty popular actor and had seen the reports of him attending a party that night with his co-star. A smile comes to your face as you remember the look of absolute horror on Tangerine’s face when Camilia had thrown up on him. You remember Lemon’s gasp.

Or the one time you, Ava, and Leon had somehow ran into one of Leon’s father’s old clients who had recently gotten out of prison. You three had been out shopping at the beach when the man confronted the group. Calmly at first, but very quickly drew a gun and began yelling at you three. Tangerine and Lemon had resolved the situation as quickly as the man had appeared.

Or one of the most recent events. For Ava’s birthday, she had thrown a huge, fancy party out of the country. Some place in Ireland, with almost a Bridgerton theme. Somehow you and Tangerine ended up in a room on the outskirts of a castle while the party was booming in the distance. You remember how close he had gotten to you. How close his face had gotten to yours. How he had stared at your lips for what felt like ages as you spoke. You remember the silence that happened after you had finished speaking, and the way his eyes darted quickly back to your eyes to just as quickly return to your lips. You also remember the way he had drawn away from you as Jordan had busted into the room looking for Ava. You weren’t one hundred percent sure, but you were pretty confident that if she hadn’t done so, Tangerine would have kissed you.

“I wouldn’t say ‘obnoxious’. Not all of you at least.” Tangerine says. He seems to have a distant look in his eyes. You wonder if the memory of you two alone in Ireland had come to mind. You hope it had.

Eventually you and Tangerine began reminiscing on some of the funnier moments that had happened while him and Lemon had been present.

You two had moved from the bar to a small table in a corner. Tangerine was still able to see the rest of your group, most importantly Ava. Even then, it wouldn’t have mattered anyways as Ava had convinced Lemon to join the current round of bowling. The group didn’t seem like they were going anywhere and neither did Lemon.

The place was still as loud as ever, but in the corner it was a little easier to hear each other. The neon lights that were reflecting off of most everything in the building was giving Tangerine a glow. The lights were giving his hair a darker complexion than normal, while highlighting his blue eyes. If you weren’t sitting so close to him, you wouldn’t have noticed the details. But fortunately for you, you were.

You were close enough to him to smell his cologne. He smelled almost like citrus. Or maybe like sandalwood? Or maybe like the inside of a linen closet? You weren’t exactly sure of the scent profile, but he smelled good. He smelled familiar.

“Do you remember Ireland? That birthday party was insane! I don’t know how you two kept up with Ava that week, it felt like every ten seconds we were going somewhere new!” You let out a small laugh remembering just how crazy it had been.

Tangerine rolls his eyes with a smile on his face. “You honestly think I would forget? I felt like I needed a leash on that girl. I wish she would have stayed around me or Lemon like you had during the trip.” His eyes light up a little as he scans your face.

You hadn’t realized you had been so obvious on that trip. Most of the friend group had paired off in Ireland and you remember hoping to talk more to Tangerine on the trip. You hadn’t made it your priority of course, but during down times or sightseeing activities you had hoped to hear his thoughts.

The air got thin once more. You realized that you both were leaning in towards each other. You were sitting in your chair sideways. Your right elbow propped on the table, with your hand propping your head up turned towards Tangerine, your back turned to the group’s table. Tangerine was turned towards you, almost leaning into your space with his right arm draped over the back of your chair, his hand hung in the open air between the back of your chair and your side. His left arm draped into his lap. Your legs sandwiched in between his.

You hadn’t realized just how physically close you too were. Talking with him and drinking water seemed to have sober you up some. Realizing how close you were to him also helped to sober you up in the moment. Your eyes trailed to his lip as you went to speak.

“Well, I’d never pass up the chance to be around you all day.” You say, a little softly as you had grown even more distracted by each and every centimeter of his face. You think about how soft his skin would feel in your hands.

You readjust yourself, trying to redirect your thoughts. You sit up a little straighter and let your hand that had been previously holding up your head fall into your lap. It unintentionally brushes Tangerine’s knee and you watch it slightly move, almost shocked by the touch. Sitting up like you were now meant that your face was even closer to his. You really hadn’t realized how much you two were leaning into each other.

You're staring at Tangerine’s lips when your eyes rush back to his as he places a hand right above your knee. You watch as he begins to lean in, his eyes on your lips. Before you can even process that his hand is practically on your thigh. He stops an inch away from you, his eyes moving up to meet your glance. His eyes meet yours for only a second before they move back down to your lips, and once again back to your eyes. You could feel him let a breath out, nearly a scoff.

“You’re extremely drunk.” He says dryly. and goes to pull away from you.

“I was dead sober in Ireland.” You quickly remark before retaking the distance he had put between the two of you. You plant a quick kiss on his lips.

“I haven’t forgotten about Ireland either.” You say softly as you move one of his curls behind his ear that had fallen when you kissed him a little too forcefully, the fear of missing another chance had brought some adrenaline into your system. Your hand makes its way to the back of his head as you begin to play with his hair. “I’ve been hoping you would be around more after that trip. Especially after the party.”

The hand Tangerine had set previously on your knee quickly moves to your face as he gently goes to hold your chin before lifting it up. This time h initiates the kiss. He’s more gentle than you were.

You grin into the kiss, only slightly thinking about how contrasting the situation was. The harsh man kisses gently, yet you, a more soft person kissed him like you were a thirteen year old kissing their crush at the school dance, afraid to be seen.

His hand moves from your chin to hold your head as he pulls you in more. Once he’s pulled you in as close as he can, his hand trails to your waist where it rests. Both of your hands quickly move back to his head where you pull him in closer.

His mustache tickles you, but you don’t care. All you could think about was how his head felt in your hands. How you wanted to be closer to him. How his hand was pulling your waist in. How his lips felt against yours. How you felt like you were breathing for the first time this entire night.

Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers dig into your waist. You feel yourself becoming warm as your attention is drawn to the fact that his skin is touching yours. Both of Tangerine’s hands are now holding on to your waist, pulling you in even more if it’s possible. One of his hands begins to trail up your back. It feels like he’s trying to find a better way to pull you closer to him, but at this point if you two got any closer you would be in his lap.

You accidentally let out what you think is supposed to be a gasp as one of his hands runs back down your spine, returning to your waist once more. This doesn’t faze Tangerine as he takes the short break from your lips to move both his hands now to either side of your head as he pulls you back into the kiss, not without a short and breathy ‘shit’ that escapes his mouth.

You aren’t sure who initiates the harsher kiss, but you didn’t care. As Tangerine bites your lower lip, you let out a breath and you grab onto the neckline of his unbuttoned shirt. Tangerine plants one last hard kiss onto your lips he pulls away, and leans into your ear before.

“I’d slow your breathing down, we’re about to have a visitor, yeah?” He plants a kiss on your cheek and pulls his head back to look at you before wiping your lips to get rid of some spit that had been left from when you two had separated. “Gotta make sure you look good too, dear.”

He takes a deep breath in, clears his throat and seats back against his chair, while running both of his hands over his head in an attempt to put his hair back in place after you had tussled it. He then leans back in his chair, giving a smile at the unwelcome visitor.

You wipe your hands over your face, and then over your own hair in an attempt to self soothe. You take a deep breath yourself as you try to slow your breathing and your heart rate. You wipe your hands down the thighs of your jeans before turning to meet whoever was coming towards you.

“Hey, you guys ready to go? Lemon is rounding up the rest of the group now. Ava and Elijah finally got bored with bowling.” Naomi says before finishing the drink she had in hand.

“Right. We’ll be over shortly.” Tangerine says, raising his eyebrows at Naomi and turning his attention back to you. You give her a smile and a nod to acknowledge her. As she goes to walk back to the table, you turn yourself back towards Tangerine.

“Glad we weren’t interrupted before this happened. Hope it was worth the wait.” Tangerine says giving you a sly smile.

You let out a half hearted laugh. If you thought nothing was in your brain beforehand, it was even more empty now. All you could think of now was when you would be alone with him again.

“How long did you say you and Lemon were staying this time around?” You manage to get out, looking up at him. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you also wanted to do this again.

Tangerine chuckles as he fixes his shirt from where you had grabbed it as he goes to answer, “I’m in the city for a couple of days. Off work too.” He tucks a curl behind his ear. “You have something in mind that could keep me busy?”

You nod your head as you give out a short laugh. “Ask me out to a proper dinner and I think we could figure something out."

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A/N: hey home slices, so here's this. i recently rewatched the movie, and am about to read the book and thought i would write something. who knows if i'll write more, but it was fun lol if you liked this, check out my master list! --> HERE

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harunade · 9 months

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unapproachable . sung hanbin

pairings: bf!hanbin x f!reader

warnings: kissing , suggestive???, only one bed trope, one sided e2l, hanbin is meannnnnnnn….. not proofread so sorry in case of typos!

a/n: first post on this acc yayaya im in love w hanbin

Having a rich friend was nice, especially when his birthday came up and he booked a whole hotel floor 4 hours away from your homes to have a two day long party. What wasn’t nice, though, was the technical error in the computer of the hotel that meant Ricky had only 5 rooms keys, instead of 10. “I have an idea! How about we each pull a straw and the people with the same lengths share a room?” Yujin, the youngest there, came up with a plan to brighten the mood, since everyone, especially ricky was stressed.

After everyone agreed, the rooms were set: birthday boy with zhang hao, taerae with gunwook, yujin with gyuvin, jiwoong with matthew and hanbin with… you. The younger boys were especially happy with the outcome, since they’ve always loved being roomies. But you felt anxiety filling your body. You didn’t hate or dislike Hanbin, you thought it was the opposite, and that you were the one hated or disliked.

Hanbin had an image of a nice, polite and trustworthy friend, which was a honest and accurate one. But with you, he always ignored you. Even when you spoke to him, you couldn’t get more than 2 words and a dirty look out of him. You asked the boys about it, especially Zhang Hao who he was particularly close to, and they all teased you and said he just wants you badly. Obviously, you knew it wasn’t true. Although he never full on insulted you, you knew he was silently judging all your moves.

When you entered the hotel room, you found Hanbin walking around it while brushing his teeth. His black locks were damp and stuck on his forehead, so you assumed he had just taken a shower.

After you took a shower yourself, you were surprised to find Hanbin improvising a bed on the floor. “What are you doing?” you asked him and recieved a scoff. “What do you think i’m doing? I’m sure you dont wanna share the bed and the couch is stained with who knows what, so i’m making a bed myself.” You were barefoot and felt the cold floor beneath you. Although hanbin disliked you, you didn’t want him to catch a cold the day before his friend’s birthday. “Get in the bed” You told him as you covered yourself with the blankets. “N-“ “I said get in the bed. i don’t want u sleeping on the cold floor.” you interrupted him and he just obeyed.

Hanbin made sure to keep some distance between you two. As you tried to fall asleep, you couldn’t, because the room was too cold and the covers were too thin. “Bin” you called his name, not particularly expecting a response, especially since you used a nickname. “What do you want?” he said bluntly. “Aren’t you.. cold?” you asked. “Why? Are you?” you felt him shift as you hummed. “Come” he motioned you to come between his open arms, which you did. You saw him look the other way as you snuggled against him, but you could’ve sworn you saw a pink tint on his cheeks. “Thanks, bin. Maybe you’re not so bad after all” you heard him tsk. “just sleep”

An unknown number of hours later you woke up. The sun hadn’t risen yet, which meant you could’ve gone back to sleep. Before you could close your eyes, you became aware of the position you were in. your chest was pressed against Hanbin’s, his hands wrapped around your waist and your face in his neck. Maybe he didn’t hate you that much after all.

You let your half asleep head take over you and you pressed a kiss to his neck. He was asleep anyway. “What was that?” you heard a murmur from above you. He wasn’t asleep. “um.. a thank you gift, for keeping me warm.. i guess..” you stuttered. “Okay.. Give me one more.” huh? you couldn’t believe your ears. but you did it anyway, pressing a harder kiss to Hanbin’s neck. He unwrapped himself from your waist and cupped your face. “Do you think i hate you?” he made you look up at him. you nodded and a pout was formed on his face. “ i don’t. actually, i want to kiss you right now. can i?” you nodded again. “use your words, pretty” “yes, please kiss me before i fall back asleep.”

Said and done, Hanbin pressed his lips to yours, angling your face with his hands. The kiss was soft at first, but evolved quickly as hanbin pressed you on you back and deepened it. Your hands shot to his neck and your fingers pulled lightly at his black locks. When you felt him moan into the kiss, you used that opportunity to heat up the moment more. After you both lacked air, Hanbin pulled away staring down at you. “sorry i acted rudely towards you. i just liked you and had no idea how to approach you.” he confessed shily. “i’m not that unapproachable, bin. i’ll forgive you if you kiss me more” “deal”

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Chapter 3

Seasons

Matty Healy x f!reader

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< Chapter 2

Y/n stopped walking when a wave of anxiety overtook her body. She stared at him trying to decipher if he was, in fact, there –bone and flesh– in front of her. Her brain couldn’t understand.

Wasn’t he in LA? Did he lie to her? Did something happen? He was there standing, looking like a fucking god, making her head all foggy again.

George knew about this? Did Matty lie to her? Matty said he was going to stay on the other side of the pond for two months. One of the main reasons why she decided to go home for Christmas was the fact that Matty would not be there…in theory. Then, what the hell was he doing there? Why did he still have that power over her?

Y/n could sense how her anxiety started turning into anger. Why did he lie to her? Why couldn't she escape him as long as she wanted? Her head, her heart were a mess. He managed to make her a mess time and time again.

“Are you okay?” Matty closed the space between them, placing his hands on both sides of her face. His staring made her feel uncomfortable.

Y/n snapped out exclaiming, “What?”

“You zoomed out.” Matty stated, dropping his hands.

“What are you doing here?” Y/n spat.

Matty opened his eyes, shocked by her reaction, “Aren’t you happy to see me?” he chuckled lightly.

“You said…to me, you were going to stay in LA for two months.”

“You are not happy.” Matty’s words sounded more like a realization for himself than for her.

“Why are you here, Matty?” Y/n asked.

“I’m here- I- “he hesitated, not really finding the words. Y/n didn’t say a word, even talking was a lot at the moment. “I came to surprise Nadia for our anniversary.” he confessed, opening the cracks in her heart.

“And you didn’t know that a month ago?” she folded her arms together, searching for a barrier between them. Her sight fell, for a moment, on his exposed chest.

“I didn’t, I swear.” Matty tried to make eye contact with his friend, but Y/n refused.

“I don’t believe you.” she said, passing by him, making her way to the kitchen.

“Y/n!” Matty protested following her. “I swear I didn’t lie to you, darling!” he continued. Y/n kept her silence, pouring herself a glass of water. “Last time we saw each other I didn’t know recording would develop better than we expected.” he explained to her, standing a few feet away.

She hated how he had the power to ruin her holidays. How she internally gave him that power.

The girl truly believed he was lying, she knew him. Yeah, Matty was a spontaneous person but not when his anniversary was involved. Matty pours himself completely when he is in a relationship, he would never miss an occasion like that. He was full of shit with that one.

The fact that he was lying to her felt like a punch on the gut. Knowing he dropped everything for Nadia was another level of pain for Y/n. Inevitably, the intrusive thought came into her mind repeating ‘he doesn’t care about you’.

“Y/n!” Matty exclaimed, bordered by his best friend ignoring his calls. But she continued in silence. Y/n didn’t want to talk to him, not right now. Y/n didn’t trust herself with the battle taking place inside her mind. “Seriously?” Matty scoffed watching her leave the room.

Still, in silence, Y/n made her way to the kitchen table and Matty followed her. When the boy was about to talk again, G popped through the kitchen’s door connecting with the hallway. The drummer took in the scene trying to figure out what was indeed going on between Matty and Y/n. He couldn’t point out exactly what was happening, but the tension drove him to thinking that it wasn’t a cute reunion. He also felt guilty, he forgot to tell Y/n that Matty had showed up that morning without a heads-up.

“Hello.” George made himself present for them.

“Hello.” Y/n replied, giving him all of her attention.

“Really? Now you talk?” Matty was getting really frustrated and angry. Why was she so angry? He forgot to tell her his plans with his girlfriend, it wasn’t a big deal. Nothing made sense for the singer.

“Okay.” George started, dragging the letters as far as he could, uncountable with the silence treatment. “I don’t know what’s going on but-“

“Y/n is acting like a child.” Matty said, quickly, in a very bitter way.

“I’m being a child?” she reacted.

“Oh, now you talk to me?” Y/n looked at him blankly and then without a single word she changed rooms again.

“Care to explain what’s going on?” G carefully asked.

“Better not to.” Matty replied, in a lower voice, before he walked away.

George stood in the middle of the kitchen not really knowing which of them he had to follow or if he wanted to do so.

…………………………………………………………..

Y/n made her way to the big couch. She threw a blanket over her body. Suddenly –or not–, her head was pounding a lot. She was so over this stupid situation, Y/n was tired of her feelings and thoughts. Damn Matty, damn everything.

She heard heavy but yet light steps coming closer and closer.

George lifted her feet, so he could sit beside Y/n. He didn’t say a word for a while, neither did Y/n. He was very aware of the fact that his friend needed silence. Y/n broke it after a few minutes looking into a far wall, “I hate him.” she muttered from under the blanket.

“You don’t.” G didn’t skip a beat to contradict her.

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

“Are you going to tell me how I feel?” she said angrily, quickly regretting yelling to G. “’m sorry.”

“I’m not going to tell you how you feel, Y/n.” he said sweetly. “I’m telling you that I know you love him, above everything, he’s your best friend. And I get it, you’re angry or whatever you’re feeling, but I know you’d never hate him.” he explained.

She ignored his rant. “Why did he lie?”

“What happened?” George inquired.

Y/n made a little summary of their encounter. “Okay, I get why you’re angry. I also get why he’s angry though.”

“So, you’re taking his side?”

“Don’t act like a child, Y/n/n.” George scolded her. Y/n was ready to fight him when G added, “This is not a battle. You both are my friends, I have to be very partial about this, okay?”

‘Why is he always so rational?’, Y/n thought.

“Okay, yeah, sorry… I’m so stressed, and angry, and confused, and I hate him. But I get it.” she rubbed her temples feeling very tired even when it was just the middle of the morning.

“It’s alright, feel whatever you need to feel. I’m here.” George told her, which broke her hard front a little. She was sadder than anything else.

It was stupid, it was a little childish. Y/n knew it, and it made her angry too. But Y/n’s heart didn’t know how to proceed, she didn’t master complete her defences yet.

“I hate feeling like this.” Y/n said, sitting, looking at her friend.

“I know. Come here.” George embraced her into a hug. She needed that, a month away did her a lot of good, and yeah, she met new people who gained her heart, even though her family were the boys. She craved the comfort of her family.

George and Y/n stayed like that for a couple of minutes before George suggested they could watch some film a friend recommended to him, so they did.

Y/n passed out very quickly, G didn’t mind. She clearly needed to rest, and he wasn’t the one to object.

Minutes away from the end of the film, Matty appeared at the door of the lounge. He just stayed there looking at his friends, calmer, still angry with Y/n though. Matty wasn’t furious, he was frustrated with her. Her actions made no sense for him.

“Is she really asleep?” Matty asked in a whisper.

“Yeah, she was exhausted.” G answered, while he looked at her sleeping form.

“Did she talk with you?” Matty made another question and before G could answer he continued, “No- Wait- Of course she did, she talks with you always.” he spat.

“Mate…” G said in a warning tone.

“Yeah, whatever, I better leave.” he finally said.

They stopped talking, but Matty didn’t move a muscle. He kept looking at Y/n.

Why she has to be like that? Why she made a big deal out of this stupid thing? Well, no, his anniversary wasn’t stupid…just her being angry for what? He couldn’t understand, and he was annoyed. But overall, he loved her so much. Y/n was everything for him since the first moment he met her. Matty hated fighting with Y/n, it didn’t often happen, so he suffered a lot.

“Weren’t you leaving?” G took him out of his thought process.

“Yeah.” Matty replied, while he made his way across the room. Stopping in front of the couch where his friend lied. He knelt down, looking directly at her face. Y/n continued asleep, her hair all tangled in front of her face. Matty wanted to move it, although she’d wake up, and he wasn’t ready to talk to her. He only left a kiss on the crown of her head, slowly trying not to disturb her. Then, he left without a goodbye.

George looked at the whole scene, the film was long forgotten in the background. He followed with his sight the exit of his best friend, and then returned to Y/n.

“He left. You can open your eyes now.” the boy told her, she obeyed. Then, G regretted his call because Y/n’s eyes were full of tears. “Come here.” he embraced her in a second hug that day.

“I don’t want to feel like this any more, George. It hurts a lot.”

“I know.”

“I’m really trying, but he keeps doing shit that triggers me.” Y/n spoke her mind out loud. She was talking more for her than Harrison.

“I know it is easy to say than do, but you have to find a way.” G advised her. Y/n moved away from his embrace, and sit looking at her friend.

“I do, I’m trying to. This past month was challenging, but I was getting better and everything seemed coming together. But then- “

“Then Matty comes into your life again, and you give him the power to destroy you.” George said, making her look down a little embarrassed. “I’m- “

“No, don’t- You’re right. I’m being stupid.” Y/n wiped away the tears.

“You’re not.”

“Yes, I am. It’s okay.” she said before standing up from the couch. “I can’t continue like this.” she passed around the room.

“What do you want to do?”

“About him?” she asked, he nods. “I don’t know, I don’t want to think about it right now, I want to spend my free time happy not longing for someone that clearly doesn’t love me back.”

“He loves you.”

“Not in that way.” she answered bitterly. “I don’t care, I don’t care.”

“You care.” G folded his arms in front of his chest like a father.

“George Bedford! Not helping.” she whined.

“It does. Y/n, you can’t avoid your feelings, it’s not the solution.”

“It’s for now, please do me this favour. I want to have a good laugh with you and the rest of the boys. I want to be happy for a little bit. Please.” Y/n begged while she kneeled down in front of him.

“Why I can’t say no to you?” G sighted and Y/n made a little dance.

*******************

24th of December

Matty couldn’t sleep, no matter how tired he was.

He did surprise his girlfriend, Nadia, although no matter how much he tried his mind was somewhere else. He wasn’t sure if she noticed and choose not to say something, or maybe his acting skills showed up.

It was 8 in the morning, he was lying beside Nadia, who was deep in slumber. Matty had his phone in hand as he scrolled through Instagram. Matty wasn’t sure if he was sadder or angrier. Starting with Y/n, following George, Ross, Adam and even Polly since they all uploaded photos of their night.

It seemed they spent the evening at his house, played games, watched a bunch of films and maybe drink a tad too much. They had fun. He was happy for them but sad they were when he wasn’t around. And he couldn’t be there, no matter how much he wanted. He was sure his only presence would make Y/n sad and angry, and that got him.

How and why everything I do somehow make her sad? What did I do? Why? He couldn’t answer any of the questions, droving him a little crazy. When did they drift so apart? He didn’t know.

Matty thought about the day he drove her to the airport, they were good. After her leaving the house during the quarantine, not talking too much but finally getting a good conversation and the hug they shared at the airport doors he thought that everything was fine again. Not excellent, but fine. Although everything went down the minute she saw him at his own house. Nothing made sense, minute by minute the questions were more and the answers less.

The big question was, again, when did we drift so apart? He needed to know, Y/n was so special for him since the first moment, he didn’t want to think of losing her. It would break him like no other things in the world.

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Matty left Nadia’s flat at 11 a.m., hoping Y/n were still at his house. He needed to figure this mess out. In less than 24 hours his friendship with Y/n took his entire attention, he even spent his anniversary thinking about it. He was a horrible boyfriend, but maybe ‘Am I a horrible friend too? Am I overreacting?’ His mind was so foggy that everything seemed doubting.

Matty entered the house silently, trying to notice if someone was up. Matty assumed they stayed up to pretty late hours so maybe all of them were asleep, and that seemed correct. Not a single noise could be heard. Matty entered the kitchen ready to make a cup of coffee.

He was reaching for a mug when someone made his/her way down the stairs trying not to make a single sound but at the same time quickly. Someone didn’t want to be found.

Matty heard that and ran, reaching fast the entrance of the house which was in front of the stairs. Y/n was about to open the door, a minute later and he would miss her.

“Wait!” the singer said a little out of air.

Y/n kept her back to him, her sight looked at the handle of the front door.

“Y/n, please. I need to talk to you.”

“Not now, Matty.”

“Please!” he begged. She turned around. He was clearly tired, the bags under his eyes gave her that information. He seemed vulnerable and weak in some way. Y/n wanted to hug him and lead him to a bed, but she was more whiling to leave than do that.

“I can’t.” she said, looking down.

“Why not?”

“I- We- It’s not the best moment.” she tried to come up with an excuse, although her head couldn’t think about a good one.

“Oh, come on!” he said a little angry.

“Matty, you are clearly exhausted. I’m too. We can’t really talk right now; we’d end up fighting and telling each other whatever comes up to our minds. That’s not a good talk. I’m not telling you that we’re not going to talk. I’m asking you for a bit of time.” she tried to resonate with him.

“Yeah, then you’ll avoid me and talk to George as you always do…” he was being irrational, he knew it. Even though, he was tired and desperate to know what was going on between them.

“That’s not fair. See? This is exactly what I’m talking about.” she said turning around ready to leave.

“Wait, no- I’m sorry. I’m an idiot, I don’t want to fight with you. “ Matty said while he hesitated about moving closer or not to her.

“I don’t want that either, Matty.” she turned around a second time that morning. “Please, do me the personal favour to go and sleep, then we’ll talk. I promise I’m not going to avoid you.”

“Okay, yeah, fine.” he ran his fingers through his hair, and before he could say one more word she was gone.

When did they drift apart?

***************

The noise of her phone going off woke Y/n from her nap.

She returned home and after a quick breakfast/early lunch she fell asleep. The girl was exhausted because she slept so badly. In total, Y/n slept 2 hours and woke every 15 minutes.

Y/n quickly looked for the little device in the darkness, it was pitch black outside too. While she reached for her phone, she guesses that it was past 4 pm. She did sleep a long nap.

“Hello?” she picked up without really looking who was calling.

“Did I wake you?” Matty said from the other side.

“Yeah, I just woke from a nap” y/n answered, trying to wake up a little more.

“I’m sorry.”

“‘s alright.” she said.

“Okay. I was, I was thinking that maybe- If you want- We could drive around like in the old days” he offered.

“Don’t you have dinner with your parents?” Y/n tried to joke.

“Yes, I do. This is more important though.”

“Matty…”

“C’mon…Denise will understand.”

“Okay, I want to take a quick shower and then I’m ready to go. I think I have time for th-“

Anxiously Matty cut her ramble, “I’m outside your flat”

“What?”

“I’m trying to get you to answer for like an hour.” he laughed slightly.

“I’m not that of a deep sleeper.” she said surprised.

“I know.”

“Well, if you want- you can wait here. If you want!” Y/n hated how awkward it was the conversation.

“It’s fine, I’ll wait in the car so you have to hurry up.”

“Okay, see you in a bit.”

“Bye.”

Y/n tried to hurry up as much as she could, at the same time trying not to overthink the situation. Matty was her friend, yes, she was still angry, but she had to remember her goals and the steps in the right direction she already took. The final goal was the most important: keep their friendship. Y/n had to remember she did all for her own good and for their friendship. She had to remember. Why it was so hard though?

***

Y/n opened the car of the door and sitting inside. She kept her sight forward, looking at the car park. Not ready to look at him.

“Hi?” Matty asked.

“Hi.” she gave him a quick glance.

Matty cleared his throat, asking, “Did you eat?”

“What?” this time she looked directly at him. Why he was so handsome? Even in the worst light ever and with a plain blue hoodie. Damn boy.

“Did you eat, Y/n? You said you just woke from a nap.” he simply continued.

“Oh, no… I arrived home this morning and went straight to bed.”

“Okay, do you want something to eat?” Matty proposed, starting the car.

“Yeah, please.”

“Mc Donald’s?”

“Yeah, anything it’s fine.” she replied looking down.

“Didn’t you sleep last night?” Matty answered while he started the car.

“Not so good, to be honest…”

“Me neither.” he agreed.

Y/n frowned, confused, “Weren’t you celebrating?” she inquired.

“Weren’t you having fun with the boys?”

“Yeah, I just had something else in my mind when I tried to sleep.” Y/n’s tone was cryptic.

“Me too. What got you so angry? I don’t get it.” Matty couldn’t wait any further.

“Oh, we’re getting straight to business?” Y/n tried to joke.

“Y/n!” Matty warned her.

“I’m sorry, this is really uncomfortable. It’s a bad habit of making jokes during bad moments.” she quickly apologized.

“I know. Really what happened?”

“I don’t know…”

Matty knew her better than anyone, even better than G. “You do.”

“Fine, I do, but it’s kind of childish and- “

“Just tell me!” Matty insisted.

“I wasn’t expecting you there, and when you- when you told me why you came home…I got angry. You lied to me.” Y/n tried to say the truth without saying it fully.

“I didn’t. I swear I didn’t know I was coming home. Then we decided to take a Christmas/New Years break, and I thought it was a good idea.”

“Yeah, you could've told me. I know you told the guys..at least G.”

“Oh really? We didn’t speak in a whole month and then I was going to text you “hey, y/n, I’m going home to surprise Nadia. Bye”? Really? Wouldn’t you be angry then?” Matty raised his voice a little. The boy had a point, and she couldn’t deny it. Truth was also that she couldn’t say the full reason and Y/n couldn’t formulate a better answer.

“Yeah, no, but- I don’t know, Matty. I don’t have the perfect explanation. I got angry that was it.”

“You just-?” he said suspecting.

“You never get angry and lack a rational explanation for it?”

“I don’t know maybe…”

“See?” Y/n felt bad to partially gaslight him.

“Yeah, but, no. There isn’t something else?”

“No, I swear.” ‘Oh hell here I come’, Y/n thought.

Likely to her, Mc saved her. They quickly got the food and continued driving.

“This whole mess is not new…” Matty thought out loud. “You had been like this before you left the house.” he continued, making Y/n more and more nervous. She couldn’t escape, they were on the car. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck’.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. You keep your distance with me, I’ve noticed.”

“Bullshit.” she exclaimed, looking forward through the window. If she looked at him, he’d know.

“It’s true. I know you only talk to George- “

“Really? This is all about that stupid fight between you guys…again?” she tried to change the course of the conversation.

“No- Yes- I don’t know, you tell me.”

“Matty, there’s nothing going on. We just, you have a girlfriend now, both of us have jobs…I don’t know, we drift a little, maybe.” she said, quietly.

“I don’t like this, you’re my best friend.” Matty stated, before stuffing his mouth with french fries still driving around her neighbourhood.

“I don’t like this either, but life is not always as we wanted to be…” She really didn’t enjoy being apart from him, but she had to. It was that or confessing and losing him forever.

“I know. If everything were like…I don't know… like in movies, maybe we’d be together.” Matty said like nothing, laughing.

“What?” Y/n looked at him.

“Don’t you remember the first night we meet?”

“I remember something.” she agreed, blushing.

“So, yeah- If life were something like those, we’d be together, I think.”

“Why? What makes you think that?”

“I mean, I was crushed by you that night, you noticed…I was very impressed by you.” he admitted.

“Yes, I noticed. But you were drunk, and I was too, so maybe it was that.” she tried to find a reasonable answer.

“No, I know what I felt. Then someone…” he gave her a side look. “Stated her case pretty clear, and I was crushed in another way” they laughed a little.

“Oi! You were trying to hook up with me!” she almost screamed, while a big smile showed on her face.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you thought it was such a disgusting idea.”

“Matthew!”

“What?”

“Shut up!”

“Why?”

“Just sh- “

“No, I want to know now. Do you think I’m that bad?” he inquired. Damn it, boy.

“I’m not going to answer that, you’re in a relationship. You have a girlfriend.” Y/n said, and the fun chat deflated.

“Yes, I know, but- Just hypothetical…do you think it would be horrible?” he asked again.

“Oh my god! Don’t you give up, ha?”

“Never. Now, answer!”

“I don’t know, Matty.” Her stomach was turning due to the lying. She was impressed by her skills. She dreamed about that scenario so many times, and in a million years she’d think it could be horrible.

“Come on!”

“No, just up. Let’s talk about something else.” Y/n moved on her seat, uncomfortable.

“Well, I think it would be great…amazing to be with you.” he simply said. ‘How dare him?!’ Y/n gasped out loud with his answer.

“Matty! I repeat, you have a girlfriend!”

“Why you keep repeating that? I know…and this is…hypothetical.” Matty said. Y/n had to look out of the window once more, away from his figure, because she didn’t trust herself.

‘Did he really say that?!’ She couldn’t believe it.

“LET’S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE!” she almost shouted, making him chuckled.

“Okay, how is work going?” he asked, even though when she didn't answer he insisted, “What?” he snapped her out of her daydreaming.

With his question, Y/n’s head went back to Ireland and directly to think about Tom.

“What?”

“You zoomed out.”

“Oh!” she simply answered.

“I was asking about- “

“Work is good.” Y/n cleared her throat. “The cast is nice and I’ve made friends…”

“Really? Do you already replaced me?”

“What? No…Lilly and Tom aren’t- “

“Aha! Tom?”

“He’s a really nice guy, we hang out a lot on set and- “

“And?” Matty felt how his stomach turned waiting for Y/n to answer about this Tom guy.

“He asked me to go out when I returned to Ireland.” Y/n shared, feeling all giggly like a teenager again. She didn’t know why she told Matty exactly that, but she did and his reply scared her.

“That’s…great.” Matty forced himself to say the words, even though they came out without much enthusiasm, but Y/n didn’t notice. Or Matty thought.

“Yes, he’s really sweet. But I’m scared if I’m honest.” she confessed, twisting her hands on her lap.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” She did know. Her heart was still fragile. “He is perfect, but what if everything goes wrong- “

“Y/n…” Matty interrupted her.

“What?”

“Just let yourself enjoy getting to know him, you have the future to figure it out how it ends, okay?”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“So…” Matty started, as he reached the front entrance of her flat building.

“Yeah?”

“We’re okay?” he asked, turning off the engine and looking directly at Y/n.

“I think so…” she hesitated.

“Can I hug you?” Matty almost begged. Y/n’s heart went wild thinking about it.

“Yeah.” she softly smiled. Matty still had a lot of doubts about Y/n and his relationship, but they had time for that. Or that’s what he liked to think.

“Do you know how much I love you, Y/n/n? I know I’m not that talkative about feelings and shit… but you’re so special to me…and I miss our conversations, our stupid fights too… I missed you, I missed us.” he admitted. Matty couldn’t stop his mouth, his heart and mind were a roller-coaster of tangled emotions.

“I know, I missed you too.” she also admitted. Y/n felt guilty, thinking about her feelings she hurt her dearest friend. Maybe the final goal wasn’t wrong, maybe the steps of it were. She had to figure that out, but later. During that brief moment she wanted to enjoy the moment with Matty.

“Promise me it’s not going to happen again.” Matty requested.

“I can’t.” Y/n replied, making Matty to push backwards, breaking the hug a little, but he stayed close to her. “I can’t promise something I don’t know, Matty. I can promise that I’d do my best.” Y/n tried to reassure him with a smile.

“Okay, deal. I can live with that.”

“Fine, gotta go now. Talk to you later, I promise.” y/n said, stressing the last word more than necessary, making Matty chuckled.

“Bye.”

Not a second later, Matty shout again.

“What?” she said, holding the door open.

“Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

“Merry Christmas, ratty.” she replied, closing the car door. Y/n could listen his laugh through it.

They will be alright.

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Chapter 4 >

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confessionbrain-writings · 8 months

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Backbone part two - Syverson

Summary: You had a confrontation with The Captain but got interrupted before things could escalate. But that doesn't keep the grumpy Captain up as he orders you to meet up later. And meeting up you did.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected p in the v, spanking, let me know if I missed something.

Word count: approx 2,7k

A/N: So hi there. It's been a while, but life kinda happend (which I'm not gonna bore you with). So a (wayyy) bit longer than I wished but here is part two of Backbone. You can read part one here. English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. I hope you enjoy. Feedback is very welcome!

As soon as darkness fell, the camp grew silent and prepared itself for another night. But it wouldn’t be like any other, not for me. I had slipped on my boots and tiptoed my way back to the Captain’s office. Even though it was dark, it wasn’t that hard for me to navigate back to the designated spot. Without a lot of thoughts I silently stepped into the hallway and eyed the closed door of his office.

The sight of it brought me back to our banter from earlier today. It had played over and over in my head and that didn’t exactly help to keep my hormones and the throbbing pulse between my legs in order. But not only his words were the culprit, it was also the ghost of his touch. How his body had felt, pressed against mine and how he had grabbed my jaw. It was like I was this horny teenager again who could only think about dicks and sex. Sex, sex, sex. It was a silent chant in my head and I cursed myself for it. Since when did I let it affect me so much?

A mix of excitement and anxiety settled in while eyeing the door closely, almost burning holes through it in hope to see if he was behind it. What if he wasn’t there? What if he just wanted to vex me? What in the bloody hell was I even doing…

I’ve shoved the train of thoughts down before they could derail and stepped into his office, silently closing the door behind me. It didn’t take long for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and I quickly could make out his shape. He was leaning back against the wall, one foot popped against it and arms folded across his chest. Without seeing his face, I knew he had his brows furrowed.

“Ya late,” he stated and pushed himself from the wall, taking slow and tensive steps towards me.

The tiny hairs on my body stood right up as my defense mechanism kicked in and screamed at me to run while another part of me wanted to stay, anticipating the Captain’s actions.

“Well, I’m here now, aren’t I?” The retort was out before I could stop it. Somehow there was something about him that just hit all the wrong nerves that’d put me on edge. And I was damn well sure he knew that too.

“Ya think ya smart, hu?” He asked as he stepped closer. I kept my stance right as it was. Confident.

“You wanna know what I think, Sir?” I asked and cocked my head, lips pursed.

“No.”

“Well, I’m gonna tell you anyway.”

That earned me a scoff.

“Then why do ya ask?”

“I was attempting to be polite.”

“Mmm,” was his only reply as he folded his arms across his chest again. Even in the darkness, I could make out his bulging biceps.

“I think…” I started but my words were cut off as he closed the distance between us. I noticed his approach, but I let him as his hands curled around my biceps and pushed me back against the closed door.

Shit, this was so wrong but it was also exhilarating. The heath between my legs started to pool again, going from zero to a hundred. I inhaled through my nose and took my gaze back to his face as he opened his mouth.

“I don’t care what ya thinkin’” he growled and pressed his lips hungrily against mine. One hand slid to my jaw as I clawed at his buzzcut, pulling him in.

The kiss was wild and full of need. Our lips moving in unison as his other hand found my waist. Quickly tugging the shirt out of my pants and placing his hand on my bare waist. The feeling of his warm palm against my skin sent an electric shudder across my skin. And that electric feel shot straight to my lower stomach as he made his way up, roaming over my ribcage and squeezed the skin just under my boob.

A deep moan escaped my throat. My own hands skimming over his warm skin and solid muscles. It was no secret that he was well-trained and muscular, since that was easy visible to the naked eye, but feeling those muscles under my palm. Damn it. It only edged me on.

“Fuck—“ I whimpered against his lips and clawed at his shirt, needing more of him. The Captain seemed to notice and slipped his shirt over his head in one swift move. My hands instantly roaming the exposed skin.

He was quick to grab the hem of my shirt and let it follow his on the floor. He cursed when he met my bare breasts, since I didn’t bother wearing a bra. What would be the use anyway?

“Jesus, Sugar,” his hands quickly shot forward, kneading the plump skin which made me gasp.

“Ya came prepared,” he stated and shot me a dark look. That look only could make me cum right then and there.

“Ya needy lil’ thing, ain’t ya?”

Lost for words I just nodded. Somehow the need to defend myself and stand my ground like before suddenly flew out of the window. The need consuming my body and started to haze my mind. It almost was like I was in some sort of drunken state. High on his touch and craving for more. More, more and just more.

“Hu.. Cat got ya tongue? Do ya want it that bad?” He grits and empathizes his words by squeezing my breasts harder.

I whimper and struggle to find words to answer. “I— yeah..” Is all I can choke out.

A feral grin starts to form on his face. He’s well aware how his touch and words affect me.

In an instant he takes a step back, leaving me a little confused and light-headed. Did he change his mind? Oh, he’d better not ‘cause there was no way my fingers could comply the building fire inside.

He takes a deep breath and nods to his desk. “Take off ya clothes and place ya hands on the desk.” He orders and I gape at him.

“You— I— Wha—“ I spluttered but he interrupted me before I could finish.

“Ya heard me. Don’t make me tell ya twice, sweetheart.”

The new nickname and command shot straight to my core but did as he told. I felt his hungry gaze follow me as I made my way to his desk. Kicking my boots off, followed quickly by the rest of my clothes. The wooden desk under my palms was a bit clammy, but hey, what a surprise - you were in the fucking desert.

As his heavy steps came closer I turned my head to glance at him. He still had this feral grin on his face and twirled his finger in the air.

“Turn back. I didn’t order ya to turn around, now did I?”

I swallowed and turned back, looking at my hands on the desk instead. Suddenly I felt his broad hands on my waist which made me shudder. He leaned forward, his bare chest covering my back, his lips brushed the shell of my ear.

“I asked ya somethin’” he breathed which made goosebumps break out over my skin.

“No,” I whispered back.

“No.” His voice is steady. “No I did not.” He continues as his hand slowly sank to my ass. Caressing my cheeks and then — WHACK.

A yelp fell over my lips at the sudden sting. He just smacked me. He smacked me hard and I liked it, a lot. I bit my lower lip to contain my panting breath.

He smoothens the smack by gently massaging the red skin.

“Ya wanna know what I think?” He asks, copying my words from earlier.

I nod my head, afraid my voice will betray how rilled up I am.

“I think this is what ya like, don’ ya? Gettin’ handled by ya Captain. Should I find out?”

It feels like my heart would jump right out of my chest. The words making my face heath. Why was this so hot when not even a few hours ago I could strangle him? The need to fight him now nowhere to be found. The feeling of wanting this was immensely stronger.

Those thoughts quickly faded when I felt how his hand slid down over my spine, onto the curve of my ass, switching to my front and lower stomach and hovering over the aching part between my thighs.

I swallowed thickly as I slightly started to spread my stance, giving him more acces. Hoping he would dip his hand further down to where I needed it the most. As if he could read my mind he did and I felt how his breath hitched against the side of my face when he met my undeniable arousal.

“Just like I thought. Fuckin’ soaked for me already.”

I whimpered when he slowly moved two fingers up and down my slit, spreading the wetness.

“Fuckin’, filthy little thin’ ” he hissed and it only made the inferno worse. So bad that I couldn’t stop the plead falling from my lips.

“Please, I need—” my voice broke as I pushed my hips back, trying to fuck his fingers. Needing him so bad, it felt like my body was as tight as a bowstring.

“If you want it so bad, I’ll give it to ya.” He breathed hoarsely.

Turning my head slightly so I could steal a glimpse at him, it was clear that he also was starting to lose it. He could pretend to be tough but seeing me bend over his desk - naked and needing - made him also threw his morals out of the window.

“Fuck it.” He cursed and he unbuckled his belt swiftly. Not even bothering to take his pants and boxer completely off, he shuffled them down to his ankles so his erection could sprang free.

Holy. Shit. I watched as he fisted his big cock, giving it a few tugs before lining it up at my soaked entrance. Only the feel of the tip made me moan again. That seemed to bring back his attention and he growled as he gripped the roots of my hair with his other hand and pushed me face down onto the desk harshly. My right cheek meeting the wooden and sticky surface.

“What did I tell ya?” He barked through clenched teeth and I wiggled against him. I needed more. I needed more of him, now.

“Just fuck me,” I begged. “Please.” I added and that was enough for him.

He snaps his hips up and slides in, making the both of us moan and whimper. The stretch of him filling me suddenly made me hiss and clench my teeth. But the sting wasn’t that bad, the banter from earlier and his dirty words made the pleasure overrule.

Pushing myself back - as far a possible since he still held my face to the desk - to feel him more, feel him deeper. He planted his free hand on my waist, steadying himself and stopping me.

“No,” I whine and try to look over my shoulder. “Please, Captain,” I beg and he snarls.

“I was planning on takin’ it easy on ya but ya makin’ it so fuckin’ damn hard!” He’s clenching his jaw hard and I notice how he shakes slightly, his control starting to slip.

I can’t help but smile at him, suddenly feeling a bit of a victory for getting him rilled up as well. His brow furrowed and he smacks my ass again.

“Oh!” I yelp and he does it again. Twice. But my smile returns and his nostrils flare.

“Is that what ya want?” He snapped and leans over me so his weight pressed me more into the desk. Even though breathing got a little bit heavier, the weight of him on me is.. good, nice, welcome.

Due this angle his cock slides further in, stretching my walls and I whimper softly.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then let me give it to ya, sweetheart.”

Without wasting a breath he snaps his hips and is instantly off on a feral pace. Fucking me right into the desk. This is punishment.

The sound of our arousal and slapping skin echoes through the office. The wooden desk groans under our weight as it’s moving back and forth with a scraping noise.

Whimpers, moans and pleads spill over my lips as he keeps rutting into me. Fucking me just like I asked him to and it’s hot as hell. This was wicked, this was madness and almost animalistic.

“Is this what ya want?” He groans out. Releasing his tight grip on my hair and leans back. I place my palms flat on the desk and push myself up. Creating another angle that makes me see stars every time he thrusts into me.

“Yes, sir,” I choke out and glance over my shoulder.

Fuck. The primal look on his face makes me squeeze my core, pulling the strained bow even tighter. His hands are digging harder and harder into my hips which I’m sure will leave some prints. But I couldn’t care less. Not when he’s fucking me this good. This hard and raw. Both chasing our carnal desire.

“Fuck, Sugar.” He curses and his movements starts to falter, getting closer and closer to the edge. He grabs my arms and pulls them back, bending my back even further into a crescent curve. And with that movement the pull in my core is as tense as it can be.

Tears start to form in my eyes due the sensation. It’s almost too much to take.

“Sy,” I sob and don’t even care when I called out his name. He reacts with a growl and curse.

“Again—Say it—“ he pants, “Say it again.”

I willingly comply.

“Fuck Sy— you— I’m gonna—“ before I can finish, the bow snaps and my orgasm washes over me.

I feel his hand clamping down over my mouth, muffling my screams. He follows me just after by three feral thrusts. With my name on his lips as a curse he reaches his climax and spills his seed into me.

My heart is pounding like crazy, creating a ringing in my ears and I let my head fall back onto the desk. Taking time to catch my panting breath and lower my heart rate.

The Captain slowly pulls out and I hear how he is dressing up already by the sounds of rustling fabric and the clink of his belt.

How in the hell can he dress up already? It feels like I’m gonna need all night to pull myself back together and descend into my body again.

I feel his palm on the small op my back. “Ya good, Private?” He asks.

Private. Alright, so I guess thats that for the nicknames. Fine.

Taking a deep breath I straighten myself and feel how my core is pulsing. Well, tomorrow is gonna be fun.

“Yes, Captain,” I answer and turn around. “Fine.”

He hands me a towel and while I wipe both of our releases off, he gathers my clothes and places them on the desk before he crosses his arms in front of his chest again. Just like he did when I walked in.

I dress silently while he keeps his eye on me like a hawk. I take a deep breath and straighten to my full length when I’m finished.

We have a stare down for a few seconds and then I’m off to unlock the door and make my way back.

Just as I open the door he slams it shut. His arm extends above me and I feel his presence close behind me. Giving me an immediate deja vu. I swallow tightly and only cock my head slightly to look at him.

He open his mouth but then closes it. He takes a deep breath and swallows.

“This cannot happen again, Private. Ya hear me?”

His smooth and arousal-filled voice is replaced by the well familiar Captain’s one and I bit my tongue.

I nod at him and held his stare. “Yes, Captain. I hear you.” He nods and I watch how his gaze flicks to my lips. He leans in slightly and the movements sends a shudder down my spine. But whatever he planned to do halts and then he leans back, opening the door

“Goodnight, Private.” “Goodnight, Captain.”

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writer-by-the-sea · 1 year

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this might be a lil different then what you usually get but maybe some nsfw content with elliot and farmer where farmer is attracted to elliot’s hands but is shy about it and ultimately he catches on and leans into it while they get spicy 🤭

NSFW / NSFT (Beware of typos) GN! Reader

I glide my fingers across my piano, plucking each key softly but with a hint of flare. I know the farmer stands behind me, their hands joined together and hanging in front of their stomach. They smile down at me, nodding along with the notes–

But what I play is an assortment of nothingness, a mix of notes that don’t come together to create any actual music. It is absolutely horrid to my ears, and yet… I don’t miss the heated looks the farmer gives me.

No–

Not me.

My hands.

I chuckle softly, the farmer unaware that I know of their dirty little secret. It didn’t take long to catch on.

At first I assumed they liked my hair, for any time that I would run my hands through it they would watch with wonder. But then their eyes would track after my hands; pulling on the collar of my shirt, handing them a sheet of paper, gripping an apple as I bit into it– always watching my hands.

“Do you like it?” I asked and paused my playing, my fingers gently stroking up and down the keys but not pressing hard enough to create any sound.

The farmer nodded very eagerly, grinning at me as they spoke. “I do! It’s very beautiful!”

Hah. The little liar.

I spun around in the chair, bringing my hands to my lap where I then whipped my palms over my trousers. They weren’t actually sweaty by any means, of course not, I only wished to bring the farmers attention to my groin as I slid my hands even higher up my own thighs.

Admittedly, this was a first for me. Attempting to turn another on simply by flexing and showcasing my hands. My fingers were thin but long, soft from years of skincare, and my fingernails were slightly stained with ink... I didn’t see the appeal– but as my hands rested above my groin, openly laying against my thickening cock… I saw the farmer gulp.

“I’m afraid I’m not as skilled as I once was,” I lied. “Perhaps these old hands of mine aren’t as trained as they once were.” I brought my hands up in front of me, twisting them this way and that, an obvious display before hungry eyes.

“You play beautifully, Elliott,” the farmer mumbled, their attention solely on my hands and not the words that I spoke.

“Do you think so?” I asked with an overly dramatic sigh. “I think I need more practice with my… fingering.”

Oh that did it. The farmer quickly looked away, biting their lip and cursing under their breath.

I smirked and stood, moving along past them and began pretending to make us tea. “Unfortunately, my writing doesn’t give me much time to work on my fingering skills; and really it’s so much more useful to have someone to practice with.” I turned back to them, smiling as I continued, “I very much appreciate you allowing me to try my fingering with you, my dear farmer.”

“I-” they paused, shaking their head a little as if they could will away any impure thoughts. “Anytime, Elliott.”

“Oh shoot,” I focused back on my tea. “I don’t have any clean spoons.” The farmer watched with wide eyes as I opened my jar of honey, scooping two fingers inside carelessly. “You don’t mind, do you?” I asked and let the honey drip from my fingers and into one of the mugs.

“Don’t mind, no. I don’t mind,” the farmer spurted out, about to say more but their body freezing before they could.

I lifted my hand to my mouth, sliding my fingers past my tips. I moaned around the honey that coated them and opened my mouth to let the farmer watch as I rolled my tongue over my fingers to lick them clean. “Mh, your farm really does make the best honey.”

They continued to stare at me, their own hands twitching at their sides as they watched– absolutely entranced as I teased them.

I took a step toward them, a new idea taking hold as I couldn’t contain myself any longer. “Taste it.” My voice was low, a whisper as I brought the same fingers to their lips. The honey no longer remaining, but the demand and fire within me urging them to suck on my fingers.

The farmer opened their mouth slowly, their tongue darting out to lick my fingers before I eased them fully into their mouth. “Very good, darling.” My praise had them closing their eyes and sucking a little harder. “Keep going.”

Every brush of their tongue sent sparks down my body, my zipper tight against me now as I watched them and imagined something else. The farmer stepped closer, my fingers sliding down their throat now but they only continued to suck. Their hands went to my hips, their fingernails digging into my belt as they worked my fingers in their mouth. Little bites were adding into the mix, gentle, and deliciously sinful bites that had me sliding another finger into their mouth.

“So talented, aren’t you?”

With that, the farmer pulled back, gasping and heated as they gazed back at me. “Elliott–”

“Remove your clothing and get on the bed,” I muttered and removed my jacket. “Now.”

The farmer scrambled away from me, tossing their clothing about my cabin and then sat at the edge of my bed, waiting like a perfectly trained submissive. Something we may have to explore another time.

“On your back,” I told them and worked the buttons of my shirt.

They listened so well, pulling themselves into the middle of my bed, going so far as to spread their legs and present themselves to me. Their chest heaving, their eyes glossed over with pure desire. Fuck, I don’t know how I was going to control myself with someone so perfect before me like this. We had never been together before, not even a single kiss but–

They were so eager, so willing, so positively devilish before me that I could do nothing but cave.

I crawled into the bed, leaving my trousers on; as this wasn’t for me.

This was for them.

With my fingers already wet, I eased a single finger into their entrance. I watched in awe as they opened for me, their thighs already shaking with need, their moans quiet but desperate as I curled my finger towards myself and against their walls. They watched as I worked them open, gasping as I eased a second finger in, moaning as I gripped their thigh with my free hand and squeezed them lightly.

I worked my fingers more quickly, sliding them in and out, circling around their entrance, pushing down and slipping in yet another finger as I continued to please them. My cock rock hard against the fly of my jeans, my hips bucking softly into the mattress to follow after them as I seek some kind of release. I wanted to drop my head between their legs, to finally taste their sweetness as I fingered them–

But the way they watched my hands!

I couldn’t give in, I couldn’t take my eyes off them as they stared down and watched as I fingered their entrance with ease. My long fingers slipping in and out, covered in a mix of our spit and their bodily fluid. A complete mess before me, and oh how I loved it!

“E-Elliott!” They cried out, their body going tense, their breath hitching, the soles of their feet pressing down into my mattress. As their eyes closed I finally gave in and quickly added my tongue to the mix. Their moans came out louder than before, their bottom lifting ever so slightly from the bed as they finished. I was groaning to myself, humping the bed like a starving man, cumming in my boxers as I finished just after them.

The farmer laid panting, sweat on their brow and across their collar bone. I carefully slid my fingers out, smiling to myself as they let out a weak little moan. I moved to lay beside them, my clean hand going to their cheek and aiming their face towards my own; and I kissed them. The farmer sighed against my lips, exhausted from our session, but eager as they moved their lips with my own. It may not have been the piano practice I had in mind… but I was glad to finally have someone to practice on.

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chuuyasheaven · 1 year

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❤️💐 Happy Valentine's! 💐❤️ Can I resquest fem!reader telling Ranpo 7 and 11 because you are his first and you want him to feel loved? Maybe one of you gets jealous and it gets spicy?

Prompt/Number: 7: “Nervous? No need to be.” / 11: “You're mine, and I'm only yours, got it?”

Summary: Being Ranpo's first and showing him how much he's loved by you! <3

Warnings: Petnames, Sub!Ranpo, Dom!Fem!Reader, Teasing (if you squint), Cowgirl position (basically riding him, while he's sitting), typos, etc.

Notes (from me): Never wrote for Dom!Reader, but I'll give it a shot! Also, if you read my Ranpo imagine, it's loosely based off that, otherwise enjoy! 🤭

They say, dating the world’s greatest detective would be a blessing, and they’re right.

In this case, You’re dating Ranpo Edogawa.

Of course, many people are curious how it is, and seriously? It has his own perks, actually.

In public he’s all stubborn and confident, scared of nothing and knows everything.

But in private?

He can be very clingy and if you’re being honest, sometimes a bit annoying.

Ranpo keeps teasing, talking just about himself, not that it matters so much, and rarely shares his candy.

You still love him regardless, and tonight, you’ll show him how deep love can go.

For the first time, it’s the first time Ranpo gets to experience deeper and sweeter love.

~ Ranpo is violently blushing, but also awfully quiet. What happened to his loud mouth, hm?

Well, it’s being captured by your warm lips.

Kissing him so hungrily, yet still gentle. Ranpo lost the ability to speak properly.

Letting go for a quick breath for air, Ranpo avoids your gaze.

Seeing this made you amused, this made you smirk, confident enough to tease him.

“What’s wrong, dear? Nervous? No need to be.”, still, no response and no eye contact.

You grab his chin to kiss him, “What happened to the world’s greatest detective? Going shy all of the sudden? Come on, tell me, you really want this? Speak up if so, Ranpo.”

Gathering the last of his remaining confidence, he spoke up to his need.

“I..i want you, darling, please..do whatever you want, as long it feels as good like you promised.”, poor Ranpo. He was feeding your ego so good.

But just like he requested, you started to open his belt, to letting his boner out of his boxers.

Ranpo let a whimper slip from lips.

You stroked his hard cock before inserting it into your wet cunt, this had Ranpo moan in bliss.

Waiting for it to adjust, you ask Ranpo how it feels, as it’s his first time afterall.

“How does this feel, baby?”, “F-feels good..never felt t-this much..pleasure-” just when he finished, you started moving your hips.

You both moaned in pleasure, you kept rocking your hips to find a Rhythm, you found yourself distracted by Ranpo’s face, your darling was drooling from the overwhelming bliss.

“You’re doing g-good, baby..let me hear you, such a good boy, hm?”, knowing how much Ranpo loved being praised, this made his cock violently twitch inside your pussy.

“You like it when i-i talk to you like that? Does my pretty boy love when i praise him? C’mon, answer me..”, Ranpo skipped a heartbeat as you gained more confidence to praise him.

You were literally draining his last words.

“I-i do..nobody praised me l-like-..this..”,

“T-that’s right, because-..you’re mine, and I’m yours, g-got it?..F-fuck, I’m close!”

Ranpo could’ve sworn, that he just ascended straight to heaven.

He just moaned and whimpered through the whole process.

As you both took a few minutes to calm down, Ranpo grabbed your waist to keep you seated.

“A-again, this was s-so good..”, Ranpo whispered, you heard him clear enough though.

“W-well, we have to still clean you and your cock up, y’know?”, you reminded him, as he groaned.

“But i don’t want to get up! It’s to much work for me.”, you giggled sweet and quickly.

“Who said anything from getting up, silly? You’re the world’s greatest detective, you deserve a better treatment that this, aren’t i right, dear?”

Rushed and imo it sucked. I need to get better at writing dom!Reader fr. But hope you enjoyed it babes! 😋

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whatsupsonnyboy · 2 years

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Joseph Quinn || million words

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem model reader

summary: It’s been a long time since Joe and you have been together, but it felt even longer since the last time he went with you to work. After being done with Stranger Things 4 promo he had found the time go and see you shoot and you were buzzing, unfortunately things doesn’t always go the way we want [based on this]

wc: 2.9K

warnings: body shaming (I tried to make it subtle tho cause I know it could be triggering), self-consciousness, angst (little), cute cute Joe, smut (soft and sweet), mdni!!!!, piv sex, unprotected sex (they’re a stablished couple ;) )

a/n: oh I loved this one, I really hope you enjoy it too. Sorry for any typos or thing that could possibly not make sense (I know v little about modeling and all!!) I got little to say, just as usual, reblog and comment please, likes are always welcomed too but you know, reblogging is what actually helps a writer 😉

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You were absolutely euphoric. You almost couldn’t even remember the last time Joe had had the chance to go with you to anything related to work. Since he received the call for his role as Eddie Munson in Stranger Things, his life took a 180º degrees flip and of course, yours had changed a little too. Not getting all the time as you were used to be together was the worst part, but you knew he was happy, despite all the stress and the endless days working, he was happy and as long as he was, you were too.

He squeezed your hand when the car had arrived to the set and you looked at him, the biggest of the smiles on his face, you could feel he was excited to be there with you too. He always used to accompany you to your shoots back when he had more time, always claiming to love seeing you work.

As you entered the big building you started to feel kind of nervous and dizzy, maybe it was because of how long since you had Joe there for a shooting or because this shooting was really important for you. You were almost crying from joy when you had called Joe to explain that Savage X Fenty, Rihanna’s lingerie brand, wanted you to be part of their latest campaign.

Once the manager and the art director explained you how the photoshoot was supposed to be going, they showed you to the dressing room, where the make up artist was already waiting for you along with the hair stylist.

“I’ll see you on set baby” Joe said before kissing you goodbye and leaving you in the door. You just nodded and got inside, the nerves in your stomach building up.

You loved the outfits they had assigned you. The spicy orange lace bralette pairing with the Brazilian panties were just perfect. That one was the first one and you were already hoping they would gift it to you once you were done.

“Looking beautiful, love” one of the tech assistants, Aaron, he had told you he was called, said when he came to take you to set. “First Fenty shoot?” he asked, and you just nod your head, feeling kind of anxious. “Well, you sure will do it great, take it easy” he squeezed your arm gently and let you at the corner of the room filled with other models, some image techs, big lights, and the classic white background you were so used to. “You’re next, lookout” he said before disappearing.

You looked for Joe among the full room, but he reached you before you could put your eyes on him. His hand was on your waist as he gently kissed your shoulder. “Astonishing baby” he whispered playfully.

“Shut up” you giggled. Joe was drinking a coffee and had get rid of his jacket. His unironed shirt, two buttons undone, revealing the little chest hair and his two silver chains hanging on it. “You’re such a little whore, aren’t you” you teased him as you play with the chains.

“Hmm, If only I could kiss you right now” he whined. He couldn’t ruin your make up or your hair, which was partially hold back into two tiny braids, making your eyes look bigger and leaving your face clear.

“Behave, baby” you whispered.

“I am, trust me”.

Your little bubble exploded when you heard your name being called out. You run to the set, where the photographer was waiting for you. He asked again for your name and did a gesture to her assistant, who wrote something down on a little notebook.

“Okay, let’s do this I don’t have all day” she said in a really unfriendly way.

You had heard from the hair stylist before that Mila, today’s photographer, was a hard one, and how he tend to be pretty demanding and picky, but by her body language you could tell maybe it was even worse than what you’ve pictured.

She started to ask you for poses and ordered you to stand in a point and then in another, making weird faces after she snapped her camera button. You could even hear her hum and talk under her voice, despite you didn’t catch what she was saying it was starting to make you feel anxious.

“Is everything alright?” You dared to ask.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” she said without even looking at you “Try to stretch more and put your right hand on your hip”

You did as you were told but after a couple more shots she didn’t seem any happier.

“Girl, you might want to ask for a push up instead” she said harshly and your eyes inevitably widened. “Your breast just not big enough, I don’t think you make justice to that”.

You looked for Joe for comfort, he was standing a few feet away from her and by the look on his face, he had perfectly heard her. He looked at you and smiled, trying to ease your nerves. You breathed in and out and imagined his voice in your head as he assured you how everything’s gonna be fine.

“Turn a little, stretch, put your right leg in front” she demanded and you silently obeyed. “Oh boy, this is nonsense…” she grunted. “Common, go change outfit, we’ll try again”.

You didn’t say a thing, maybe you have should because you felt she was being totally unfair to you. Okay, it was the first time you were doing this for the brand but it wasn’t as you didn’t know how to work. Joe followed you as you walked out the room, once you were far away enough from the set he made you stop.

“Hey, don’t listen to her okay” he said gently.

“Okay” you smiled shily, you didn’t want to listen, but the woman made it really difficult.

When you were back to the room, changed into a purple lace teddy, Joe was being approached by her. You frowned to the sight. What was she even doing, she was not only rude and unpleasant but completely insolent.

You got closer to set even you hadn’t been called yet just to observe the way he touched your boyfriend arm in a way too friendly way, but Joe immediately stepped back, a polite smile on his face but you could tell he was feeling awkward. Or at least it was what you wanted to think. When his eyes landed on you he seemed relieved and pulled a small grin, making the photographer look back at you.

“There you are!” she exclaimed and looked at you from head to toe. “Well, let’s see what we can do with this one… kinda looks better but still doesn’t fits you as it should” she remarked mercilessly.

You felt you blood boiling this time, anxiety leaving to make space for anger.

“Seems like your boyfriend is here, show him what you have girl” she said harshly as she pointed with her finger where she wanted you to stand.

You usually had a thick skin and were not easy to upset, but the whole situation was too much. You had never faced anything that came closer to that one. Joe winked an eye at you cheerfully and you swallowed hard before starting again.

Mila talked to you in such an awful way that you were having the hardest of the times trying to hide how pissed off you were getting. Not to mentions her nonstop comments on your body.

“You’re not just made for this one either… what can I say, too loose from there, too tight here” she said in a despicable way, sending waves of anger to your whole body, that would go inevitably tense.

“I-” you tried to speak but she hush you quickly and made a signal to the two other girls standing close to the set.

They were wearing the same teddy as you, same color and patron just different size.

“Common girls, lets show the newbie here how to pull this one”.

You moved from the set and stood next to Joe for a second, feeling dizzy and kind of numb, still processing the whole scenario. Mila would overpraise the girls, as if she needed to point out how good they were comparing to you. You felt absolutely sick.

“What do you think Joe boy” he addressed your boyfriend, and you felt your body tense even more, “if you don’t want to grab a drink latter with me you could always give them a try” she snapped and busted out in a laugh as if it was the best joke she had ever heard. “Either of them will for sure make a better match for you than the other one”.

“I’m done” you said angrily and rushed to the dressing room to get changed and go home. You didn’t give a single fuck if it was Fenty, Victoria Secret or Calvin Klein, you had had enough, and it was not worth your mental health.

You changed in less than an instant, grab your stuff and stormed out. Joe was outside waiting for you.

“Wait, baby” he said as he walked behind you. “Don’t listen to her, its just nonsense”.

“Is it Joe?” you replied with tons of anger and his eyes widened.

“What? Of course it is! She’s an asshole and you shouldn’t let her get you this way” he said in an exasperating calm tone.

“Are you kidding me?” you almost barked.

“Baby-”

“You know what?” you interrupted him. The last thing you wanted is to make a scene with him in public. “Forget about it”. You stated and didn’t look behind before taking the lift to the ground floor. You didn’t wait to see if Joe was coming or not, you rushed your way out of the building as you ordered an uber. All you wanted was to get home as soon as possible.

Once you were home, you went straight to the bedroom Joe and you have shared for the last six months. You had a hot and relaxing bath that helped easing down your nerves and anger. You really couldn’t explain how bad you have ending up feeling, the comments about your body had been awful but your last straw had been the inappropriate comments targeted directly to your boyfriend. But the worst part, if it was even possible, had been Joe’s reaction. Which had been none. How could he have stood there without saying a damn word, the only sign of disapproval had been his frowned eyebrows, but he had begged you to maintain calm and stayed there. Why would he even had asked that?

Yet, way more than furious, you were really disappointed, terrified even. What if she was right? What if you were not enough for Joe and what if he had realized just then and there, maybe that’s why he had kept silence because he was so embarrassed to see the fool he had been.

The overwhelming and burning feeling in your chest obliged you to stop your mind, torturing yourself that way wasn’t going to lead to any good.So when you went out the bathtub you put on a pajamas and got into bed, your body felt incredible heavy and your head spined uncontrollably with hundreds of intoxicating thoughts. Maybe having a little nap would help, so you took your air pods, closed the blinds and played your favorite playlist in order to help you relax.

You had just started to feel a little better when you heard the front door closing, you paused the music so you heard Joe calling out your name, but you weren’t in the mood so you just stayed silent in the darkness of the room. A brief silence followed just for it to be broken by the noise of his knocks on the bedroom door. You didn’t even move.

“Baby, I know you’re there… lets talk” he said behind the door. Silence. You didn’t feel like talking then, the last thing you wanted in that moment was seeing his face pretending to be sorry. You didn’t think he was sorry, or at least it hadn’t looked like it back on set. “Y/n please… I’m begging you”.

“Go away Joseph” you murmured loud enough for him to hear you.

You waited a minute or two, but Joe didn’t say a word, he had done exactly what you told him, go away. You played the music and pulled the volume all the way up, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

Joe went out to buy you your favorite treats at the groceries store, he got that you were mad, but he had never intended to hurt you. He loved you so much, the idea of hurting you broke his heart, and he was feeling desperate to fix things. Everything was dead silent as he crossed the main entrance of your apartment, maybe you had fallen asleep, but as he approached your bedroom he could catch the sobs from the inside. He knocked, but you did just not answer but your crying increased. Joe didn’t knock twice, he opened the door and got inside, approaching the bed and sitting right in the edge, next to you.

“God baby I’m so damn sorry” he whispered as he rubbed your back.

“Why-” you whined as you sniffed. “Why you didn’t say anything?”

“Because if I had, I would literally would have ripped off her head from that pretentious and impertinent body of hers” he confessed, and you looked at him with doe eyes. “That’s why. I stayed calm only so you would stay calm too baby, so you could finish the shoot because I knew how much it meant for you…” he hold your face with one hand and whipped your tears away with the other one.

“So… you don’t think she’s right?” you asked in a hushed tone.

“Have you lost your mind? I love you baby and I don’t care about nonsense bullshit some random woman says and you shouldn’t either, but I understand you got upset and I’m sorry I didn’t act the way you needed me to” he admitted, and it warmed your heart but at the same time it made you feel bad, maybe you had been kind of unfair with him. Hadn’t thought it twice before getting mad.

“Oh Joe…” you said, tears starting to roll down your cheeks again.

“I’m so in love with you, just the idea of hurting you makes my heart ache, baby. I thought for a moment you were going to dump me” he said shyly.

“I could never do that, you little dork” you shook your head in disapproval.

“You were pretty upset” he said with a more relaxed tone.

“I was, yes… but that doesn’t mean I’m crazy” you said, laughing a little when he did, whipping the rest of your tears away. “I love you so much”.

“I love you more” he stated and before you could even reply he kissed you.

What started as a tender and sweet kiss suddenly heated up. Joe cupping your face as you gave him full access to your mouth. He tasted as cigarettes and coffee and you loved it.

“I only want you baby, and I always will” he whispered in between small kisses that he would plaster on the edge of your mouth, going down your neck. You tilt your head so he could kiss your neck better. His wet kisses sending tingles down your spine and his sophisticated and woodsy scent flooding your senses. You tangled your fingers in his curls, messing a little with his hair and pulling him closer.

“Do you want me, Joe?” you asked teasingly.

He looked up to you with a devilish smirk on his face as a respond. He hovered you, pinning your body against the mattress and when he got closer to join your lips with his again, he murmured “Let me show you baby”.

You let Joe kiss you, letting him take control over the whole situation. His soft hands undressing you slowly and gently, caressing every part of your body they reached. You absolutely loved how tender and sweet he could be. He started to take his clothes off too. You laid there, admiring him as he got naked, he was so beautiful and you were crazy in love with him, just the same way he was with you. He was completely naked when he fit himself between your legs. “You’re so damn stunning baby” he praised you as he looked you deep into your eyes. His hands slowly traced back up your legs and you sucked in a breath. “I want you so bad” he hissed with darkened eyes and went slowly into you. Feeling him inside you was one of the better feelings in the entire world. He kissed you before he started moving slowly, creating a hot friction between your skin and his. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against you. Joe’s face found the space between your shoulder and your neck, his breath feeling heavy as he pushed your hips in a nice and constant rhythm that made your legs shake. The sensation overtook every single thought in your brain, and you started to feel your orgasm build in your lower belly. Joe kissed you and rocked his hips a little faster and harder just to send both of you over the edge.

When he laid down next to you, he brought you closer to his naked body, you loved laying naked with Joseph, it made you feel vulnerable but safe at the same time, as crazy it could sound. He maybe hadn’t been your first love, but he was for sure the one. Before Joe, you could have only imagined being loved in a passionate, beautiful, and respectful way, being in a relationship in which empathy and communication would be always the path was what you had always craved. And Joe was perfect, Joe loved you in such a perfect way, not even million words would be enough to explain.

#joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn angst #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn request #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #requests

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donationwayne · 29 days

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Fuck It Friday

i noticed everyone is mostly doing spicy clips this fuck it friday but i haven't written any buddie smut yet so i hope everyone enjoys a snippet from my upcoming army!eddie fic coming up. It will also be my first multi-chapter fic! (this is from my first draft so if you see any typos please ignore lmaoooo)

i was tagged by @daffi-990 !!!!

Buck and Eddie moved to LA w/ Chris, shortly after Eddie was deployed overseas again. Buck is navigating raising their son on his own in a new state while working a new job and starting at the 118. Things get dicey when Eddie goes MIA overseas.

“Hey Bobby, I hate to ask this, but my Abuela broke her hip while she was watching my son. Would I be able to pick him up from the hospital? His Tia will have her hands full caring for my Abuela.” Bobby blinked at Buck, stupefied. “Your son?” Buck gave the three of them a sheepish smile, turning shy eyes on Chimney and Hen, who were staring at Buck slack-jaw. "Sorry, can you repeat that?” Chimney asked, pretending to clean out his ear with a tinge of sarcasm and shock. “I, yeah—his name is Chris. He’s 7. I’m sorry I never said anything sooner—we were still just trying to settle in. It was a huge change for us to move out here. And on top of that, I didn’t know…” “You didn’t know what it would be like here.” Hen stated. She picked up on the implication behind the half spoken thought easily. In the years since Bobby took over, the crew had grown so much closer, all wound together in one giant, occasionally dysfunctional, family. Even more so, once Athena and Bobby started dating about a year after she and Michael had officially separated. Buck wouldn’t just be introducing himself to a new family, but his son was, which was certainly intimidating. Terrifying even when it was so clear that Buck had some serious self-esteem issues. He was terrified of rejection, and adding an extra party to the equation complicated everything that much more. Buck shrugged and smiled sheepishly. “I never expected LA to become home so fast. Before I really settled in here at the station, I just wanted to be sure it was going to work before I completely committed. I needed to leave my options open in case the hours didn’t work with taking care of him. Texas and LA are extremely different environments, and even though we’d been here through my training, I still wasn’t sure if we’d find a good school.” Buck shakes his head. “I’m sorry I didn’t mention anything sooner, but we just weren’t ready.” “But you’re ready now?” Bobby asked, his expression both unreadable and soft. “Yeah,” Buck glances at the three of them flushing a little. “I really think I am.” “Wait, you’re a Texas boy?” Chim grimaces like he can’t connect the dots to Buck. Buck laughs at his befuddled expression. “Not exactly. I was born and raised in Hershey, Pennsylvania. I ended up in Texas after some traveling.” “Traveling? How did you travel with a whole ass, kid? Aren’t you only like 25?” Buck laughed while watching them struggle with the math of it all. “It's a long story.” One that he was not ready to tell, one that he would not be ready to tell until Eddie was back stateside. Until he was safe in Buck’s arms. “Well, if you want to bring him back here, you’re more than welcome to,” Bobby offered, squeezing Buck’s shoulder comfortingly. “Thank you, Bobby, and I promise this won’t be a regular occurrence.” Buck started to babble. “It's alright, Buck, now go get your son.” Bobby soothed.

I feel like a lot of people have already posted today but if anyone wants to do this who has, tag me so I can see your fic!!!!

#911 #911 abc #buddie #buddie fanfic #buddie wip #911 fic #evan buckley #army!eddie #aubs rambles #fuck it friday

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Hey there! Hope I'm not asking for too much, but could you please give us at least one of the three explicit scenes we were rubbed off? (Uninterrupted version ofc) thank you in advance🙏

Okay, first of all, I need you to know that that is the funniest typo I have ever seen in my life. Please slide back into my inbox and tell me if it was an honest-to-god Freudian slip or if you were just being clever—but either way, kudos to you for making me laugh 😂 Per your request, here is the kitchen scene (uninterrupted vers.) because y’all know I love me some domestic fluff.

For the third morning in a row, Sand woke up to find Ray in his bed. And just like the two mornings before, he couldn’t quite believe that it was real. In only a few weeks, he and Ray had gone from strangers who frequented the same bar to friends. Or, well, something like that.

Although Sand had a long list of things he had to do, he allowed himself a few seconds to just stare at the boy lying next to him. Ray always looked good, but Sand preferred him like this: sober and carefree without the usual trappings of wealth adorning his body. In Sand’s bed, with his hair un-styled and his designer clothes discarded, they almost felt like equals.

He smoothed the covers down over Ray’s still-sleeping body and then crawled out of bed, being extra careful not to wake him. Ray needed his sleep.

Every time Sand stayed over at Ray’s house, Ray would offer to feed him, so Sand felt it was only polite to do the same. He couldn’t afford the typical restaurant fare Ray offered him, but he had plenty of food in the refrigerator. He would make it himself.

He was just putting the finishing touches on breakfast when he heard footsteps behind him.

“Something smells good,” a voice said and then a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

Sand turned to find a sleepy Ray resting with his cheek pressed against Sand’s back, still wearing the tank top and boxers he had fallen asleep in. “Me or the breakfast?” he asked.

Ray groaned at the corny joke. “It’s too early for flirting. My brain can’t keep up.” He released Sand, but he didn’t go far. He was like a puppy in that way. Instead, he just peeked over Sand’s shoulder to look at the meal he’d prepared. He let out a whistle, low and impressed. “You sure are multi-talented, aren’t you? Thug by night, cook by morning?”

Sand rolled his eyes. “I’m on my own. If I want to eat, I have to cook. Unlike you, I don’t have an Alfred.”

Ray snorted at the insult. “Asshole. I’m not Bruce Wayne!”

No, Sand was pretty sure Ray was richer than Bruce Wayne. Without a word, he picked a plate piled high with eggs, sausages, croissants, and bacon off of the counter and handed it to Ray, who stared at it as if it was poisonous.

“I can’t stomach it,” he whined, trying to hand it back. “I’m still hungover.”

“Just take a bite. Maybe it’ll help,” Sand said, refusing to take the plate. He had spent enough time with Ray to know that he didn’t eat enough. He filled up on alcohol instead. That was one of the reasons Sand had bothered to cook at all. And yet, the look on Ray’s face made it very clear the food was not going to get eaten. “Or how about a black coffee?”

Ray scrunched his nose in disgust. “I don’t like coffee.” This time when he tried to hand the plate back, Sand took it.

“Well, what about a hangover pill? That might help.”

“They never do shit for me,” Ray said, crossing his arms over his chest as if it was the pill’s fault and not the fact that he drank like a fish. He was acting like a picky, spoiled child and yet Sand couldn’t let it go. He wanted to help him.

“Water?” he offered as a last resort. Ray shook his head. Sand set the plate back down on the counter, now annoyed. “What do you usually do to get over a hangover, then?”

Ray thought about it and then finally, his face showed an emotion other than contempt. He smirked the same way he did whenever Sand undressed him and then he stepped forward to whisper in his ear. “Jerk off.”

Sand couldn’t help it. He laughed. “You’re a feisty thing in the morning, aren’t you?”

“I’m not kidding! It works,” Ray said, but he was laughing too. “When you do it, your brain releases endorphins. Take a shower after that and”—he shivered as if just the thought brought him pleasure—“it feels damn good.”

“I can’t do it when I’m hungover. I just won’t get hard,” Sand said, staring at Ray fondly. His eyes were sparkling with mirth and Sand would have been able to read the intention in them from a mile away. He had been conditioned to it now. He took a step forward. “So…why’re you telling me this?”

Ray threw his nose into the air and cocked an eyebrow, but refused to respond. Sand grabbed him by the waistband of his boxers, pulled him closer, and then let the elastic snap back against his skin. Ray jumped.

“You need help?” Sand asked.

Ray closed the distance between them, clearly pleased with the direction this conversation had taken. “Why? You want to?”

Sand did. He always did. He craved Ray the way Ray craved alcohol. He let his hand slip beneath the waistband of Ray’s boxers again, but he never broke eye contact. He wanted to see the way Ray’s eyes darkened, wanted to know that this, at least, was something he could give him.

“What if I do?” Sand asked, so close that when he spoke, his lips brushed against Ray’s. And then, heart racing, he kissed him.

The thing about kissing Ray was that you never knew which version of him you were going to get. Ray vacillated between soft and clingy, wild and passionate—usually depending on how much he’d had to drink—and in both cases, there was an undercurrent of sadness. Of anger. But today, with Ray still recovering from sleep, the negative emotions he fed with alcohol hadn’t yet had a chance to brew. He twined his arms around Sand’s neck and kissed him like he was the only thing in the world that mattered. It was an illusion, but one Sand would happily indulge. He reached around Ray and picked him up.

Ray let out a yelp of surprise against Sand’s mouth, but once he realized what was happening, he laughed. Sand spun them around, set Ray down on the counter, and for a second, they just looked at each other. Ray’s cheeks and nose were red from kissing and even without the clothes or accessories that he usually wore, he was still beautiful. Sand stripped him of his boxers, took him in hand, and began stroking him.

Ray wasn’t yet hard, but he had always been very receptive to Sand’s touch. It didn’t take long before his dick was standing to attention against his stomach, but although he was clearly enjoying himself–bucking up into Sand’s touch—he was almost preternaturally calm. Instead of focusing on his own pleasure, all of his attention was on Sand.

As Sand jerked him off, Ray let his fingers roam Sand’s face, let them stroke through his hair, let them lift his chin and force him to look him in the eyes. Ray was staring at him as if Sand was beautiful. As if what they were doing was beautiful. And it gave Sand a cursed hope. He couldn’t take it anymore. So instead, he buried his face in Ray’s neck and kissed him there.

Almost immediately, as if breaking eye contact had broken some sort of trance, Ray returned to himself. “Fuck,” he hissed, throwing his head back to give Sand better access to his neck. It took less than a minute before he was making the most desperate sounds, whining and begging for release.

So Sand gave it to him.

Ray came all over Sand’s hand with a delicious, satisfied moan that filled the whole apartment. It was the most beautiful thing Sand had ever seen.

He washed his hands in the sink and then helped Ray back into his boxers. Ray didn’t even try to help, happy to just sit there and let Sand do all the work. Once that was done, Sand picked him up and set him back down on the ground.

“Now go take that shower,” he said, smacking Ray playfully on the ass. Ray yelped in surprise, but he was smiling. “But when you’re done, you have to eat.”

“Come with me,” Ray said, taking Sand by the hand.

Sand rolled his eyes. “Come with you where?”

Instead of answering, Ray reached out and fondled the very obvious bulge in the front of Sand’s pants. “Come take a shower with me.”

“Ray,” Sand protested. This alone had already eaten up enough time in his busy schedule.

“Please,” Ray begged, eyes wide, lashes fluttering—that goddamn puppy dog pout that Sand still hadn’t learned to say no to.

“Fine,” he relented. Then he let Ray lead him by the hand into the bathroom where they had spent their first night together, both of them beaming.

#only friends the series #only friends fic #sandray #sandray fic #sarah writes things #i have a request for the balcony scene (uninterrupted vers.) as well #so tbd

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