#I JUST WANNA GIVE HER A BUNCH OF KISSES ON HER BEAUTIFUL FACE AND GIVE HER THE WARMEST HUG IMAGINABLE💖💗💌❣💙🌼💜🌷💟🌷🌸💌🌷💌💛💋💐💟💞💟

[frosttbitten]

I DON'T WANNA

warnings: amab caitlyn, afab reader, mean caitlyn (kinda), public sex, reader is wearing a dress and heels, bratty reader, unprotected sex, throat fucking (r receiving), spanking, cheating, lmk if i forgot anything. mdni!!!!!

caitlyn keeps you up at night.

not in the sense that she talks too much, or that she's busy between your legs to let you sleep. though, you can't see yourself minding either of those reasons.

it's in the sense that you can't stop thinking about the woman you can't have.

she's so perfect to you, in the way she moves and in the way she exists, just everything about her.

there's a permanent throbbing between your legs when you're around her. you know she's seeing someone, and you know it's wrong, you'd never sabotage her relationship.

but if that's true, then, how did you end up here? how did you end up face down, ass-up in her bed? why is her cum spilling out of your hole?

to be fair, it wasn't your fault. it was caitlyn's.

turns out she's been wanting you just as bad as you've been wanting her. she's been using maddie to stop thinking about you.

you're both scions of noble families, you've seen each other almost every weekend for your entire lives, but you've never really gotten along. maybe it was the lust or the tension between you two, but you were constantly on edge around each other.

a while ago on a spring morning, at a luncheon thrown by your family, both you and caitlyn had been left alone in the study when your parents were giving her family a tour of your home. it was just lingering glances and small touches at first, but now, right there on your father's desk, it'd gone from small touches to messy kisses. messy kisses led to you sitting on the edge of the desk, skirt bunched around your waist and caitlyn's hands on your hips, fucking you impatiently and sloppily.

it was messy, rushed, and never spoken about, but you found your mind wandering back to that memory every time someone touched you. you wanted that moment again, you wanted to feel her cock stretching you and filling you just right again.

at every single event, every single time caitlyn caught sight of you in your perfect outfits, she had to grab the urge to rip every bit of fabric off your body and drown it. you weren't any better, not at all. tonight was at its worst though.

it was an event hosted by caitlyn's family, so it was really, really fancy. caitlyn was wearing this beautiful purple dress that hugged her figure just right, and you found your fucking mouth watering.

you had to stuff hors d'oeuvres in your mouth just to hide the drool that threatened to dribble out of your mouth. you've never downed champagne quicker in your fucking life, either.

and at the right moment, in the middle of a conversation you were having with a woman you couldn't care less about, you must've been lucky or something, because you looked over in caitlyn's direction, and she was already staring at you with the hungriest look you've ever seen before. she didn't look away when your eyes met hers this time, she just took a slow sip of her champagne, not even ashamed of the way her eyes were fixed on the dip in the neckline of your dress. it was just a bit too tight around your chest, so the tops of your boobs were threatening to spill out, straining against the silk.

her fingers twitched around the glass, like she was resisting the urge to touch. you don't know what the fuck is wrong with you tonight, but you smirked when you caught her eyes on your chest, acting smug rather than how you were really feeling. the sight of that smirk made caitlyn's eyes narrow, and she had to resist the drag you up to her bedroom and shove her cock down your throat to wipe that stupid smirk off your face.

now that you knew she was staring, you'd stupidly decided to tease her some more. you turned your head back to the woman you were talking to, letting your fingers linger a bit too long on her wrist when complimenting her bracelet. caitlyn just scoffed at first, but then you leaned in to whisper some comment to the woman, making her laugh and blush. now that caught her attention.

it annoyed her to no end, even if she didn't want to admit it. she wanted to be the one you were whispering to, she wanted to be the one who blushed at a comment you made.

there was only so much this poor girl could take before she dragged you away, and you knew that, you wanted her to drag you away. your hand found it's place on the woman's waist, nodding along and feigning interest to every little thing she said.

but then you felt a tap on your shoulder, and you only hoped it was caitlyn. you swore janna fucking finally blessed you or some shit, this truly was your lucky night because it was caitlyn. there was a slight twitch of her fingers that stemmed from annoyance, and you noticed. instead of being kind- being good- you decided to be a little shit, “can i help you, caitlyn? i'm a bit busy.”

caitlyn scoffed at your disinterested tone, wrapping her fingers around your wrist, “yes, you can help me. i need your opinion on something in the other room.” she didn't even let you make up your mind before she started to lead you away, making you a bit more than annoyed, “what the fuck, caitlyn? i was busy-”

“i can't exactly find it in me to care that you were busy.” she shot back, pushing you back against the wall of a random hallway you've yet to find yourself in, despite the many times you've been to her home. caitlyn's finger pressed against your chest, an annoyed look on her face, “you've been teasing me all night.”

you huffed at the accusation, batting her hand away from your chest and denying the claim immediately, “have not!” you defended, making her respond with “you have. don't be difficult when we both know you were being a brat.”

your jaw tightened at the use of the word brat, pushing her back away from you, “i was not being a brat. don't call me that as if it has some sort of weight coming from you.”

caitlyn's lips parted in surprise at the shove, a surprised scoff leaving her. she clicked her tongue, before extending her hand to grab your chin, “do not push me around again, or i will punish you.”

you couldn't deny the way your clit throbbed between your legs from how firm she was being, but you also just loved being a brat, “you don't have the balls to punish me if you can't even hold fucking eye contact with me after fucking me in my dad's study.”

there was a moment of silence after your comment, but you could see every emotion in her eyes. the embarrassment, the anger, the arousal. caitlyn's hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides just barely, “would you like to test that theory?” it wasn't a question, not a real one, at least. your answer was in the form of a squeak when she pushed you down onto your knees, making you frown and swat at her knee like a child, “the fuck's your problem?!”

caitlyn had to resist the urge to snap at you, instead pinching your cheeks in her hand, forcing you to look up at her. you were so fixated on her face, you didn't even notice her other hand hiking up the skirt of her dress, “shut up, and suck.” it was a demand, one that became very real very fast when she pushed your face against her panties, your mouth pressing against her half hard cock through the fabric.

there's a muffled squeal against her panties, and you wanna protest so bad, but you can't when your mouth is watering at the thought of having your throat fucked by her. you look up at her once she's let go of your cheeks, swallowing another bratty comment that threatened to leave your throat. your fingers came up to tug her panties down, freeing her cock and you gasped softly.

caitlyn was almost surprised at how quickly you gave in, but she also expected it, you were all talk, you just needed someone to put you in your place, “stop staring at it. this is what you've been asking for, isn't it?” she chided you for not immediately getting to work, moving her hand to the top of your head and pushing you towards her leaking cock.

“fuck you, caitlyn.” you shot back, but caitlyn took the opportunity to push your head down onto her cock. her tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged, slapping her thigh in protest.

caitlyn just stifled a moan at both the slap and the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around her. you whimpered every time her balls slapped against your chin, grasping her thighs even as tears filled your eyes. she fucked your throat like she'd die if she stopped, nails digging into your scalp, burying her entire, throbbing cock into your throat, looking down to see your nose buried in the trimmed blue hair at the base of her cock.

she made you take her entire length, making you gag over and over again around her. you weren't entirely sure you weren't dreaming, you'd been wanting this for weeks, months even. and now here you were, having your throat fucked by the one woman you'd been craving for years.

it was embarrassing feeling your panties stick uncomfortably to your skin, completely drenched with your arousal, you loved hated that you liked being used like this. drool dribbled from the corners of your mouth, doing your best to breathe through your nose, the twitch of her cock being the only indicator that she was close.

you whimpered when she buried herself in your mouth to the hilt, holding your head in place as her cum spilled down your throat. her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, “swallow it.” she gritted out, and you listened like it was an instinct, greedily swallowing every little drop of her load.

caitlyn pulled you off her cock with little grace, fixed her dress and panties, and wrapped her long fingers around your chin to pull you up to your feet. your knees wobbled at the sudden change from being on the floor, grasping her waist to steady yourself, but it proved to be almost useless when her lips slammed against your own.

you could only gasp into her mouth, wrapping your arms around her so your hands settled on the small of her back. she cupped your face in her hands– gently– a stark contrast to how rough she was before, pulling away after a long while just to breathe. her eyes softened a fraction when she saw how wrecked you looked, but immediately hardened again, “come with me.” she said, a little bit softer though, tugging your hand and leading you through her house.

you sucked in a sharp breath when she started to drag you around again, your body jerking forward, “where are we going?“ you rasped out, your throat hurting from how roughly she'd fucked your throat.

“my room.” caitlyn answered simply, pulling you through a random set of double doors, and pushing you onto her bed. she waved a finger, gesturing to your dress, “off. now.”

all your earlier smugness and confidence had just vanished in caitlyn's presence, now you were almost shy as you undressed yourself. caitlyn kneeled down by the edge of the bed, unclasping your heels and tossing them at a random point in her bedroom. caitlyn wanted you so bad, but she was determined to be patient, to wait.

once your shoes were off, she felt your eyes on her, she felt you staring as her slender fingers unzipped her dress, then hooked under the straps, and slowly– teasingly– pulled it down and to the floor. you were laying on her bed, wide eyed and only in your underwear, “caitlyn–” you gasped softly when she turned around, seeing her perfect breasts for the first time. you wanted to touch, to wrap your lips around her nipples and make her moan.

you reached for her hand, pulling her down onto the bed, but she just pushed your hand away, “someone's getting impatient.” caitlyn observed mockingly, her fingers on your shoulders to turn you around.

she shimmied her panties off to leave her bare, her cock slapping against her stomach, coming up behind you to press a kiss to your shoulder, a faux sense of comfort. but it worked, in some way, some of the tension in your shoulders drained, letting her unclasp your bra and toss it to the floor. her hands were soft, but the way she touched you wasn't. caitlyn moved you to the middle of her mattress, pushing your face down into the pillows, keeping your ass high in the air.

you squeaked in surprise from the way she handled you, turning your head to look at her, but stopping halfway when two of her long fingers slid into your pussy. when did she even get your panties off? how did you not notice?

you moaned out at the feeling, pushing back against the digits, “fuck, caitlyn–” you whimpered when she started to move her fingers, her pace brutal, “you really shouldn't have teased me, love. and using that poor girl to make me mad? shameful.” caitlyn cooed mockingly in your ear, her free hand pushing your face down into the mattress again, “just stop talking, sweetheart. you'll only get yourself into more trouble.”

the sheets bunched up in your grip underneath you, having no choice but to take the rough treatment, muffling moans and cries into her soft pillows.

you could feel the coil in your tummy get tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any given moment. caitlyn could feel it, your walls rhythmically squeezing her fingers, but she didn't want you to cum yet. she lowered her head beside your ear, her voice soft, but no less firm, “don't you dare cum right now.”

a whine tumbled from your throat at the denial, lifting your head so she could see the teary, desperate eyes peering back at her. caitlyn just hummed, cupping your cheek to swipe a fallen tear from your cheek, pulling her fingers out of you when she saw your eyes start to roll back. you cried out when she abruptly pulled away, letting out a weak sob into the sheets.

she couldn't help but laugh, it was so pathetic, almost comical. but then, caitlyn positioned herself behind you, lining her cock with your entrance. but you were too busy wallowing in your self pity to really notice her moving, a pout fixed on your lips, but quickly formed into an ‘o’ when caitlyn pushed the tip of her cock inside you.

caitlyn stretched you out slowly, carefully, but that didn't mean she wasn't actively fighting her own desire to ram into you with reckless abandon, “so pathetic. just needed cock to shut you up, hm? that's all you needed to behave?” she punctuated the last word with a rough thrust, making you gasp and your body jerk forward with every inch that stretched your pussy.

you nodded mindlessly to her question, biting down on your bottom lip as you adjusted to her size. after you assured her you were fine, caitlyn's hips started to move against yours in a way that couldn't be described with hateful. but did she hate you? or did she hate the way you made her feel?

“such– such a cockslut, aren't you, love?” caitlyn said through clenched teeth, her head falling back as she continued to rut into you from behind. you could only moan in response, your ass pressing back against her, as if to take her deeper.

caitlyn brought her hand down on one of your ass cheeks, making you yelp in pain, “w-what was that for?” you stuttered pathetically, earning another slap from the girl behind you.

“i told you to stop talking, didn't i?” she asked rhetorically, bringing her hand down to spank you one more time, “take my cock, but don't talk. just lay there and take it like a good girl."

a whimper slipped out between your lips from the sting, simply nodding again when her hips started to move even faster against yours. the front of her thighs slapping against the backs of yours, her balls hitting your clit with every thrust. you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching again, walls squeezing her cock tighter and tighter,

“you're close, aren't you? gonna cum for me, love?” she panted out, clearly close to her own orgasm as well. you nodded your head rapidly, her hand winding in your hair and pulling so your back was stuck in a deep arch. you gasped at the switch, her cock impossibly deep inside you. her free hand came around you to rub your clit in messy circles, burying her face in the crook of your neck, “cum for me. you can cum now, sweetheart, cum for me.”

it was like your body was waiting for her to give you permission, because almost immediately after she gave you the greenlight, you found yourself gushing around her cock, a white ring forming at the base of her cock. her hips stuttered and she let go of your hair to hold your hips, fucking into your willing hole with so much force it made you fall forward, and the bed start to shake.

caitlyn positioned you to fuck you as deeply as she could, burying her throbbing cock to the base inside you, spilling her cum into your womb with little regard of the potential consequences.

so i guess that's how you found yourself face down in caitlyn's bed.

i have like the worst caitlyn brainrot right now 😭😭

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae! I humbly request poly!Steddie with the cuddle prompt - “oh god, did i fall asleep?”

Thank you for requesting my love!

poly!Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 737 words

There’s something simultaneously soft and hard pillowing your cheek. It’s warm. And your neck hurts. You peel your eyes open to a blue-lit room. 

It takes you a handful of seconds to realize you’re not in your bed. The room is so familiar that it almost seems like you could be, Steve’s basement the backdrop for enough of your memories to make you feel lazy and safe. But it’s not your bedroom, and you’re not lying down, you’re upright. Mostly. You’re slumped against someone’s side with a blanket over your lap and your head on their shoulder. Eddie’s, if the feel of ringed fingers wrapped around your thigh is any indication. 

You look up, and there he is: turning his head to look back at you, eyebrows raised amusedly. 

“Oh god,” you croak, “did I fall asleep?” 

There’s a smile playing on the ends of your boyfriend’s lips. “Take a wild guess.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah, you better be.” Eddie leans down the short distance to kiss your nose, his own all scrunched up in faux upset. “It wasn’t just you, either.” 

His gaze slips downward, and you follow it to find Steve asleep in your lap. He’s taking up more than half the couch, one leg stretched out to dangle off the armrest and the other bent at an angle. The blanket across your lap is strewn half over his shoulders. 

“Figured you guys wouldn’t mind if I started the second movie without you,” Eddie says wryly, affection coating his tone. “You didn’t seem super invested.” 

“Sorry,” you say again, yawning. “What time is it?” 

Eddie softens. “Pretty late. You wanna go home?” 

“I feel like I probably should. I’m just so…” Another massive yawn takes you. Your eyes water. “...tired, all of a sudden.” 

“You don’t say.” There’s laughter in Eddie’s voice, quieted due to the late hour. You think he has to be tired, too. “Alright, I’ll take you home, but you have to wake up sleeping beauty first.” 

Steve is already rousing at the sounds of your voices. You put a hand in his hair, and he mumbles, “M’watching. It’s good.” 

Eddie chokes out a laugh. “Fuck you. You two have no appreciation for art.” 

“Steve.” You smile, scratching gently at his scalp. “We have to go, baby.” 

“Hm?” Your boyfriend’s eyes crack open as he rolls over in your lap, looking between you and Eddie with bunched brows. “Where are we going?” 

“Eddie and I have to go,” you correct yourself, “home.” 

“Oh.” Steve doesn’t look pleased about this. His cheek squishes closer to your thigh. “Already?” 

“Guess you’re probably wishing you hadn’t slept through all our time together,” Eddie hums. 

You scoff and bat the back of your hand lightly against his chest. “Mean.” 

“Yeah, I know.” He pats Steve’s back, impenitent. “Get off her, babe.” 

Steve groans but does, sitting up to watch in petulant silence as you and Eddie put your shoes on and get ready to go. It’s the sort of needy he only ever owns when he’s tired, and it makes you genuinely sorry you can’t stay. 

“Have a good night.” You kiss him, smoothing a piece of hair from his face as you do. Steve squeezes your waist. 

“Stop pouting,” Eddie teases when it’s his turn. He cups your boyfriend by the back of the neck and gives him the sort of kiss sure to wake him up. “We’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll make sure to put on another cinematic masterpiece you two can both sleep through.” 

Steve makes some muttery comment about Eddie’s idea of a cinematic masterpiece when you’re too far up the stairs to really hear him. You think that’s probably by design, but Eddie calls back that he’d better watch his pretty mouth anyway. Steve can’t see the fondness in his expression, but you do. It’s only then, as you’re emerging from the basement into the lit hallway, that you see the dark splotch on the sleeve of Eddie’s t-shirt. 

“Oh my god.” You stare at it, horrified. “Did I drool on you?” 

“Oh, yeah.” Eddie doesn’t even have to look to know what you’re talking about. He holds the front door open for you to go outside. “Big time. It was pretty impressive considering you weren’t asleep for that long, honestly.” 

You cover your face with your hands. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Baby, are you kidding me? I’m never washing this shirt again.” 

[cheriladycl01]

Down Under - Daniel Riccardo x Reader SMUT

Plot: Daniel had always dreamed of the day seeing his wife in a pretty wedding dress, but not for the reasons most would think.

Warnings: eating out, oral (fem receiving), 18+ minors dni

Here you were walking down the isle in your large white wedding dress looking down where your husband stood with his best man and fellow groomsmen. He hadn't noticed you yet where he was talking to his best man Lando. Max, one of his groomsmen nudged him, shurgging his head over to you. His eyes met yours just as the music started playing for you to walk down the isle too.

Tears brim his eyes, he'd always seen you as the most beautiful girl in the world, but today you were etheral and he wanted to burn this image of you into his mind and keep it there forever.

You make your way down the isle, holding your dad's arm who also has tears in his eyes. All thats on your face is a huge grin, excited to be Mrs Ricciardo after this. You loved Daniel with all your heart and being able to share a last name with him was special to you.

"You're the only man i trust with her Daniel, i hope you know that. Look after my baby" you father says, before placing a kiss on the side of your head. Daniel smiles at your father a solid not to him.

"Always sir" Daniel says, before glancing over you seeing just how magnetic you looked up close.

You guys shared your vows, you had both done very meaningful vows for your actual wedding that you'd more than likely repreat in 10 years, then 20 and 30. You would save the laughter for at the after party where the maid of honor and best man, and some family members would to also say some words for the pair of you.

"You may now kiss the bride" the officiator says and you shake your head.

"Nope, i may now kiss the groom!" you grin and cup Daniels face pulling him down and in for a kiss. It's lasts for a while until you feel Daniel's grin widen.

"Nope, i'll listen to him" Daniel grins, pulling away and dipping you into the typical bride kiss. Your both giggling against one another as you do, the crowd below cheering and whooping.

"Come with me" he whispers in your ear, gripping your hand.

"Alright folks, if you all head into the barn i'm going to get Mrs Riccardo into something a little more ... breathable and then we'll see you out for the after party!" he grins, before taking your hand and walking you away. Everyone starts to leave while Daniel walks you into the chalet you guys had rented.

Before you know it, the minute you guys get into the home you were hoisted up onto the nearest counter, your large puffy dress bunching up around your hips. Your in fits of giggles as Daniel tries to work out how to step in between your legs but is sort of restricted.

"Daniel what are you doing!" you laugh looking at him.

"Need you so bad, wanna fuck you for the first time as my wife" he grins with that cheeky look in his eyes.

"What?" you burst out laughing.

"Please, need you" he groand trying to bunch up your dress around you.

"We dont have time!" you laugh, holding him at bay by his chest.

"Just, just a quick little taste. I'll be so quick" he says, sliding his hands down before getting on his knees.

"Daniel!" you gasp at the crudeness. But before you know it he's under all layers of your dress, teasing a finger up your thigh touching the garter of your white lingerie. He plays with the fabric before flicking it against your skin making you gasp. You feel his nose, and the bump run up along the silk covering you.

"Danny" you gasp, moving your hips forward and wrapping your legs around him, resting them on his back and shoulders.

He doesn't say a word, not that you'd hear it muffled under the ruffles and multiple layers of your dress, but you feel your panties pulled to the side and his wet tongue tease you.

His nose gives the perfect amount of pressure on your clit a moan coming from you. You would normally have a hand pulling at the curls of the hair, but with no access to it they gripped the edge of the counter.

"Oh fuck, please" you moan feeling the way he's moving against you stimulating every place that possibly needs it. You can feel his nose pressing agaisnt you. Your hips jut against his face and your can finally hear some slurps that he's making as you rock agaisnt his face.

You feel the coil build in your stomach as Daniel's licks are relentless against you.

"Omg please please please" you cry out your knuckles white from the grip on the table. Daniel's finger enters, his tounge moving to play with your clit, gasps coming from you and your head drops back.

He reaches a certain part of your spongey walls that makes your lurch forward grabbing his head through your dress with as gasp as your legs tighten round his head and start to shake.

"Omg" you gasp as he helps you through your orgasm. He ruffles up, finding his way out of the big puffy dress and the sight before you once his head pops up is one you would be happy getting all to familiar with.

He was there, your juices covering his chin and his curls messier, face flushed red from the heat.

"Been waiting to do that for years" he sighs, leaning his head against your thigh.

"Years? You've been dreaming of marrying me for years for the sole purpose of what? Eating me out in my wedding dress?" you laugh out loud looking down at him.

"Right, lets get you out this dress now" he says, avoiding the question while helping you up despite the wobbly legs and heels combo that isnt helping. You couldn't help but giggle as he carries you up the stairs to the master bedroom where your body-con white dress was laid out by your maid of honor.

Daniel helps you take off the dress and just looks at you in your underwear.

"Gods, i cant believe this is what i get to see for the rest of my life" he says, running his hands along your waist. He helps you get into the dress despite his wish to ravish you on the bed behind the pair of you, but knows that people are waiting to celebrate the newly weds.

"Every day" you grin holding the side of his face before he pulls you into a kiss.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

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[bloodstainedsapphic]

switch4switch ellie and a love letter to hickeys. 600 wc. minors dni

a hymn of quiet sighs and deep breaths reverberates through the room as ellie’s lush, sensitive lips caress your jaw, determined to line the entirety of it—the entirety of you.

your tongues have spent most of the night down each other’s throats, wet and relentless with no sign of stopping, neither of you willing to give the other a break. you keep tilting your head back, tapping the pillows that line your corner bed, offering her unfiltered, unadulterated access.

ellie wins the first round—covering your entire face in adoring pecks. she draws smitten giggles from you that surrender to moans the further her lips wander, growing greedier.

“ellie, ellie, ellie, ellie—” you rouse, voice husky.

she doesn’t want to stop, but your urgency slows her torrid rhythm. she’s so cute, pupils blown wide, in awe of all that is you.

in that look, you realize you need to match that energy.

you need to take what’s yours.

you seize the moment—her split-second softness—and, craning your neck and tucking your face into her shoulder, you shift the balance. you overcome ellie, getting on top and rolling her beneath you.

she lands back on the mattress, your weight pressing down to become one with her. ruffled tops bunch and slide, soon to be discarded. the blankets curl and shift as you drench her with kisses.

“wha—wha—” ellie breathes, a meek protest quickly lost to the choked pants that follow.

you pick up where she left off, only now on your terms—intent on painting her fair, freckled skin to show that you were there- that you’re who ellie belongs to.

not a problem. the girl bruises easy.

a mere press, a lingering second latched to her skin, and she blooms violet beneath your mouth.

you don’t make it any easier on her, though. in fact, you delight in every whimper torn from her throat as you flood her jaw and neck with attention—from nuzzles, smooches, and wet plops that coax marbled purple-red on her alabaster skin.

ellie’s back arches with each suckle as if she’s willing herself—begging—to be swallowed whole by you. she trembles when you mar her with nibbles—shocked wails when your teeth sink in, then relaxes when you soothe her with slow kitten licks to the spots you bit.

after some more intense, full-body shakes, you bring her back down from cloud nine.

“ssh, s’okay, easy, easy… i just wanna mark you as mine… you look beautiful with my marks on you…” you whisper, lips skimming ellie’s cheek as you loop back to the slow, affectionate brushing of your lips against hers.

ellie gradually starts to reciprocate, kissing you back as the aftershocks of your touches subside. her hands, once squeezing your hips and clawing at your back for dear life, start to ascend up your spine in a slow, comforting yet possessive way.

“well… if you get to mark me up,” she murmurs against your raw lips, her voice laced with renewed intensity, still a little breathless.

“i get to show the world you’re mine.”

her once twitchy fingers steady with purpose, threading into your hair as she pulls you close. her mouth—suddenly hot, newly demanding—finds the sensitive spot on your neck. her teeth nip. her tongue soothes.

then she trails kisses down the column of your throat, biting once. then again. and again—tiny, deliberate. spelling her name in soft, stinging imprints. you giggle at the ticklish contrast, lovedrunk on her mouth.

“mine,” ellie repeats, voice rough, raspy, needy against your skin. “fuckin’ mine-“

each kiss is a quiet, burning claim, continuing the tug-of-war you started. you’re intent on marking each other up. intent on being messily, endearingly, willingly claimed.

pic creds @/qtmiichrlle

[miange1]

I NEED MORE BRIAN MOSER AHHHH

Brian Moser, with a lover that's "too sweet"

male leaning reader, brian is a freak, being nervous more than shy, arguments, accidental guilt tripping, manipulation(at first), reader gives off innocence but they're not they're just a virgin, fake names, being overly touchy, blow jobs

note: had an idea so i just used this ask as an excuse to finally post it. also if you notice typos no you don't im not fixing them

— You were his first actual relationship in which didn't involve murder or trying to get closer to Dexter. Or so he remembers, he probably had that intention at first yet completely forgot about it due to his own feelings.

— Meeting you felt like a bunch of perfumes and flowers were thrown at his face— you were smiling and speaking with him like he was your long lost friend or your boyfriend, like you knew him since forever.

"Oh! Rudy!" He instantly felt his heart speed up, feeling more nervous than he's ever been in his entire life and you weren't even calling out his real name. He needs to calm down, seriously he's sweating way too much.

"I missed you so much, how have you been?" He felt your arms wrap around him tightly, yet ater the hug your hands took his and held them as if they were the most delicate things in the world, besides you.

The man could barely get his words out, stuttering every now and then and looking away from you often. Your thumb was swiping softly over the top of his knuckles, why were you looking at him like that.

— Getting with you was the most romantic thing he has ever thought of. Taking you out to a place where it was peaceful yet beautiful, and he could confess to you and actually mean it.

— It was the best place he could find, it was hot but lovely. When he confessed, you stayed quiet for far too long and he thought you didn't want him. You were just in so much shock, it's been a bit since someone was this genuine to you.

— Floating on air is what he felt like each time he was with you. When you were able to visit his work, you showed him with kisses each and every single time even after arguments which was something he would have a heavy weight on his shoulders about.

"Debra doesn't at all have a thing for me, what the hell are you talking about!" You were blinking back heavy tears trying to see his side as best as you could, yet everything just went a bit too far. From understanding to a plain bicker.

"It's obvious she does, and she's in your office more than I am!" He rolled his eyes, his fingers on his nose and pinching the bridge. He knew Debra had a thing for him, but what he didn't know was why he lied seeing you fight for him like this. He liked seeing you get jealous.

"Because it's her job." Yet you protested, "I understand that but.." you couldn't get the rest out, starting to cry and you instantly felt embarrassed. "Sorry— shit, I'm sorry.." His upset look rested, sighing as he went closer to you for an embrace.

"No, it's my fault." He admitted, his arms squeezing your frame in a comforting manner as you cried into his chest.

He was so turned on right now.

— Brian had a bunch in which you were a virgin, he just would have never guess he was actually right about it.

— All he wanted was a small make out for a bit, yet it had escalated and you were on your knees. God, you looked so pretty.

"Ah, ah, your teeth.. Good..that's it." He leaned his head back, the warmth of your mouth and tongue working at his girth. For your first time even giving head you were real good at following his directions. You did it just how he liked it. Tongue swirling, spit mixing with what leaked from him, it was heaven.

He jutted his hips forward a bit, catching you by surprise and giving you the urge to wanna pull back, which didn't happen due to Brian's fingers tangling in your hair— and pushing your head back forward. "Doing so well, fuck.." you practically weren't evenoving anymore, and if you were you had just been going ragdoll and moving along with Brian's pulls.

His dick twitched in your mouth as he heard a gargled moan, fuck he was gonna cum just from hearing that alone. Then he'd hear you whine, almost impatiently. "Hush you're fine, just keep on— God, yes.." eyes rolling back, feeling your nose poke at his pelvis the deeper he pushed you down when he came. Letting go of your hair, he let your head fall back a bit before he forced your mouth closed.

"Swallow."

— Sooner or later he would then wonder why you were a virgin in the first place, yet you did date people for long periods of time.

"I don't know, when I asked after break up they said they just couldn't."

— He got the hint for himself.

[returnofeternity]

lottie's forehead scar been looking Reeeeal smoochaeble lately... like idk i just need to smother her in kisses and hold her pretty sad face 😞 i know she needs it.... slowly tracing all the little scars on her body late at night while she sits in your lap

lowkey need to sneak out into the woods w her and make love w her surrounded by all the nature.. crickets chirping and the leaves rustling and u can't help but get this primal urge as you kiss her ��‍💫

thinking about lottie whispering in your ear while you ride her slowly about how this is what the wilderness wants and it'll never feel like this back 'home'. you're so blissed out she's got you fully convinced to stay for a minute there 😭😭

lowkey need lottie w wilderness baby fever....

- 🍊

i love when the light hits it just right and you can See it. i was so happy that it was more visible in s3 with adult lottie like yes!!!!

cuddling with her and always holding her close to your chest just so you can kiss her forehead. cleaning the blood off her face with a rag and pulling her big head in for a forehead kiss that lasts 5 seconds before smooching the rest of her face. hearing her sigh heavily and melting into your touch because she needed this pampering so bad :(

lottie sitting on your lap, mumbling about how she doesn't wanna pack to leave the wilderness. saying "i know," in a pouty voice, squeezing her hips and kissing her cheek repeatedly as you try to comfort her. puffing your chest out when you get a tiny sad smile from her after convincing her to pack, chuckling when she packs literally just a jar of wilderness dirt and all the little trinkets you made her out here.

after it's settled that you guys are NOT leaving, you don't know how to feel. you want to go home so bad, but lottie doesn't, and her speech made you fold so fast. but still, you wish you could've gone. you put all your focus on lottie after her breakdown, smothering her in so much love and so many kisses, taking her on those little night walks you know she loves so much. just being by her side and defending her decision to stay despite the rest of the girls not agreeing.

· · 𐂂 · ·

the sound of lottie's objection as you pull away makes your body flush, and you give her a small grin as you gently push her to lie down on the forest ground. you get back to kissing her immediately after you settle on top of her, not wanting to go another second without her lips on yours.

you can hear the sound of crickets chirping and the rustling of leaves as lottie moves her legs around in the dirt, feeling very overwhelmed with love and devotion for you as you kiss her and grind tortuously slow on her hardening cock. the sounds of nature make lottie feel closer to earth and closer to you, and when she peeks her eyes open to look at you, she feels a calming wash settle over her, a golden halo of light surrounding your body as you sit up and begin unzipping her pants.

she gasps as you pull out her cock and swipe your thumb on her leaking tip, spreading her pre-cum all over her shaft as you stroke her up and down to lube her up. you mumble out, "help me," and lift your leg awkwardly, one hand fumbling with the band of your underwear as you keep jerking lottie off. you have your priorities. she hums as she helps you out of it, bunching it up in her hand and placing it directly beside her head.

you lick your lips as you look down at lottie, something primal coming over you at how beautiful she looks in the moonlight, her forehead scar visible. you lean down and begin peppering hot, desperate kisses on her face, groaning out, "i love you." before lifting your hips to sink down on her cock.

lottie sighs shakily, her hands gripping your waist to ground herself as she bottoms out inside. you feel delicious around her, lottie's eyes prickling with tears as she thinks about how much she loves you.

about how much she wants to stay here. with you. forever.

you ride her slowly, your hands feeling up her chest and squeezing her covered breasts. you moan softly when she lifts her hips up, lashes fluttering shut at how big she is.

lottie's hands rub your stomach. "the wilderness will provide a home for us, don't worry. it'll keep us safe. you know it'll never feel like this back there, don't you?"

she has you feeling so good that all you can do is nod your head, babbling out a "yes," as you continue to ride her. "the wilderness will provide." you repeat, arching your back and slumping over her body, letting her do the rest of the work for you as she fucks you tenderly.

· · 𐂂 · ·

i'd let her cum inside.... do i wanna get pregnant? nope! am i gonna have her baby if i do? yep! i need her to convince you that having her baby out here would be the safest option, that the wilderness will take care of you and the baby. need her doing rituals and drinking her special tea that she made for herself that guarantees that her sperm will work and get you pregnant 😵‍💫 need her to get the girls to join in on the rituals and 'bless' you so you're healthy enough to get pregnant. lottie feeding you as much as possible before winter comes so you're full and healthy and prepared... lottie who's out there hunting for you when you don't have any more food for the winter. she's like a mama bear and you're not even pregnant yet 😭

she becomes even more in love and affectionate toward you when you do get pregnant bro. she's clingy and touchy and already making the baby clothes and blankets, the wilderness symbol included obviously. her making a little cradle out of wood 😭😭😭😭😭😭

thinking about her putting something similar to the antler queen headpiece on you when you give birth for protection or as a ritualistic thing to ensure that you're safe/the baby is safe.

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie as a girl dad

A small blurb that ran through my head

Finding out-

He stared at the pink stick in his girlfriend's hand; the two lines started right back at him. He kept blinking; truly, he was seeing things. He stepped forward and gently grabbed the stick, gulping as he looked at it as close as possible.

"You're pregnant?" He asked, his throat closing in. He turned to look at her, her bottom lip trembling. "It's okay! We'll be okay!" He said softly, throwing his arms around her as he set the stick on the counter.

She sobbed into his chest, every possible fear she had running off her tongue in sobs. Eddie closed the bathroom door to give them more privacy. Even though he was scared as hell himself, he did everything he could to calm her down.

~

"I can't believe we already get to find out the sex," Y/N gushed excitedly as Eddie parked the van. He helped her and held her hand as they walked into the office.

"What are you hoping for? And none of that healthy baby bullshit," Eddie said. Y/N smacked his chest for his inappropriate words as the nurse laughed to herself.

Y/N jumped as the cold jelly hit her stomach, "I want a girl. What about you?"

Eddie never thought he'd have children, and certainly didn't think he'd be this young. His answer was a boy, he wanted a boy. But as he looked into her eyes, smiling face, and growing belly, he wanted another her.

"I want a girl too."

~~~

Meeting her-

"Keep pushing, baby. You can do this," Eddie whispered, clenching Y/N's hand as she pushed. She had been in labor for hours, tears down her face as she begged for their baby to come out. Eddie was out of words, encouraging her the same way over and over. He wished he could do more to help her but standing here and holding her was the only thing he could do.

"Here she is! You're doing it!" The doctor said, Eddie smiled as he kissed Y/N's cheek. "One more."

Before they knew it, cries filled the room. Eddie never looked at another girl since he met Y/N, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the small girl in the doctor's arms.

Y/N cried as she grabbed their daughter, holding her close. "Jesus, Eddie. She looks just like you."

Eddie sniffled as he blinked away his tears, looking at his daughter. "She's beautiful."

~~~

Growing up-

Y/N groaned as another call went unanswered. "I'm going to kill him," Y/N said as she tried to call Eddie again.

She made it home, unlocking the door as she dropped the groceries at her feet. "Edward!" She walked into the house, no sign of him or Alex.

"Eddie?" she called out, she walked to Alex's bedroom, noticing the door was closed and some classical music was playing. She smiled before she opened the door, already knowing what she would see on the other side.

"Mommy!" Alex cheered as she ran to her mom. Y/N picked her up, the pink puffy dress bunched in her hands. "I see Princess Eddie has arrived at the ball," Y/N teased.

Eddie flicked her off, a tiara in his hair. A pink fluffy dress was thrown on over his shirt and dark jeans. Eddie sipped on the empty tea cup.

"Mommy, will you play princess with us?" Y/N let Alex down, letting her join Eddie at the small table.

"One of us has to make dinner. Do you want mommy or daddy to play?" Y/N asked, a smirk on her face knowing Eddie was going to be in that dress a lot longer.

"DADDY!"

~

"She is finally asleep," Eddie yawned, throwing himself down on the bed. Y/N laughed, pulling back the blankets so he could crawl in.

"I've missed you," Eddie groaned, his hands on her in seconds. Y/N smiled as his lips worked on her neck and up to her lips. Y/N gave him a quick peck, tasting lipgloss.

"You've still got some lipgloss on you," she whispered, wiping Eddie's pink lips. "I can see why boys like this, make your lips so much more kissable."

Y/N rolled on top of him, her hands moving down to his pants. "Wanna have some fun?"

"We gotta be fast, I promised Alex I'll drive her to the princess breakfast tomorrow," Eddie said reaching forward to take Y/N's shirt off.

"Wait, isn't that like three towns over?" Y/N asked, scooting back as she looked at Eddie like he was insane.

"Yeah, and?"

"You are going to do a four-hour car ride to take Alex to go eat a plate of eggs that she'll have two bites of?" Y/N asked as she looked at the clock.

"She wants to see the princesses!" Eddie fought.

~

"Did you tell Dad about your boyfriend?" Y/N asked, placing the small bowl in front of her. Alex dived her spoon into the bowl, collecting her cereal as she answered with a mouth full.

"No"

"Boyfriend?" Eddie asked, sitting up from the couch across the room. His feet quickly carried him to the kitchen table as he stood over Alex. "We didn't discuss boyfriends."

"He's super nice and funny!" Alex smiled, a few teeth missing.

"Well if he's funny, laugh. You don't have to date the kid!" Eddie argued.

"Mom went for nice and funny too. They are the good ones," Y/N spoke up, enjoying the way Eddie was uncomfortable.

"Oh, you are not dating someone like me, not happening," Eddie fought, sitting next to Alex. "No boys until thirty!"

~~~

"Dad! Seriously! I'm sixteen, I think I can go to a party!" Alex argued, stomping her way through the house.

"I don't care how old you are. You will not be at a party with drugs, alcohol, and hormonal boys!"

"Mom! Can you talk to him?" Alex asked, walking into her parent's bedroom as Y/N folded the laundry. Eddie was a few steps behind.

"Eddie, she's a responsible and smart girl. She'll be okay," Y/N sighed, already tired of hearing the fight as soon as they walked through the front door.

"You were responsible and a smart girl at eighteen and you had sex with me," Eddie explained. Alex gagged as she covered her ears.

"Please, I don't need to hear about your guy's sex life"

"Well it resulted in you, so no party and still no boys!" Eddie declared as he left the room.

[viennakarma]

Wreck my plans (that's my man)

Part 2 of Say Something

Lewis Hamilton x Reader | Fernando Alonso x Reader

Summary: Juggling a new life as a divorced woman, a toddler and maybe a new (old) love.

Word count: 4.5k

Tags: Female reader, new love, a kinda asshole Lewis, co-parenting relationship, smut, oral sex (f receiving), a lot of spanish pet names, not beta read

Relationships: Fernando Alonso x Reader, Ex!Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Notes: I know some of you wanted forgiveness for Lewis, and another bunch of you wanted Toto Wolff but I blindly opened the doc and these 4 thousand words just happened. If you really want an alternate ending (forgiving Lewis), drop something in my inbox and I might write a lil something for you ;)

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“Look, mama!” Luna pointed the little finger at the big poster of George Russell, “Uncle Joje!”

“Yep, that’s uncle George, my love!”

“And Dada! Dada!” She pointed to the next big poster, a big picture of Lewis wearing the team gear.

It was the first time you went back to a Grand Prix, in a little more than two years. And it was Luna’s first time ever attending. You and Lewis had a great co-parenting relationship, the world knew about Luna, but the Silverstone GP was going to be the first time she’d be seen publicly. You knew Lewis had hired the best security team just for this, and he had called you with a confident pep talk the night before.

As soon as the car stopped, you pulled Luna closer.

“Baby, stay close to mama, yes? We’re going to see Dada and Papa Anthony too, ok?”

Your daughter nodded but you knew she didn’t really understand, so you just smiled at her and opened the door. You could feel the flashes popping around the two of you, and could imagine everyone wondering what Lewis’ ex wife was doing there.

The bodyguards walked you and Luna over to the Mercedes’ hospitality. You found Lewis in the privacy of his little driver’s room.

“Dada!” Luna squealed as soon as she saw him, casual jeans and the team shirt.

You smiled, setting your little girl down so she could run to her father’s arms. Lewis smiled big, that one smile he only directed to his daughter. Lewis picked her up, kissing her face and hugging her.

“Hi, Lewis!” You greeted him with a side hug, since Luna was still in his arms.

“Hi, Y/N! Are you two ok? Was the trip here alright?” He asked, attentive.

“Yes, thank you. How is your schedule? You wanna stay with her a little?” You asked.

“Yes, I want to be with her. My dad’s at the hospitality too, he’s dying to see Luna.”

You gave him your daughter’s bag, with nappies, toys, drinks and snacks. You told him to call if needed, anything. Kissing your baby’s cheek, you left Lewis’ room to give them a little space and privacy.

Walking around aimlessly, seeing the energy flowing was kind of fun. You walked by Ferrari and greeted both drivers, who you had known back when you were married to Lewis. A good part of the grid had changed, but the few from before still recognised you and talked to you.

You were going back to Mercedes to check on Luna when you hit someone chest to chest.

“Oh, god! I’m so sorry!” You whispered.

“Y/N” he greeted you. You met the gaze of beautiful brown eyes, in an almost green kind of shade.

“Fernando! Hi!” You finally recognized the spaniard.

You had met Fernando the same night you had met Lewis, introduced by Sebastian and his wife after you created the project for their family home.

“It’s good to see you,” Fernando said, still holding your shoulder.

“You too.”

“I’m sorry about the divorce.”

“Uh, don’t worry. It’s been a while, Lewis and I are friends now.”

Fernando nodded, his eyes on your face. You stared at his eyes, trying to find something to say, to fill in the awkward silence.

“You’re just as beautiful as ever,” he whispered almost in a daze. You felt the blush creeping up your face.

“Thank you, you look handsome too,” you said, and you phone started ringing, you checked to see it was Lewis calling, “sorry, I gotta go,”

“See you around?” Fernando asked.

“Yeah, I’ll see you around, Fernando.”

You started walking away feeling butterflies in your stomach, like a silly teenager. You were walking but as you looked back, Fernando was still there staring at your distancing figure.

Fernando never forgot your pretty smile. He had met you so long ago, in a party hosted by Sebastian and his wife. Fernando had been enchanted by you, by the way your presence lit up the room, by how smart you sounded, by how clever you were. The problem was Fernando had gotten to the party late, and when he arrived, you had already met Lewis, fully entranced by the British man's charisma.

Fernando still had a silly crush on you when you were dating Lewis and he saw you around, but after you got married, he had forced himself to move on.

Now it felt like some sort of miracle, bumping into you again.

He didn’t lose any time. As he went back to the Aston Martin garage, he called someone.

It was a couple of hours later and you were by the Mercedes garage chatting with Anthony and keeping an eye on Luna who was running around with George and Lewis, greeting engineers and mechanics, enchanting everyone with her charm.

Someone wearing green came into the garage and everyone stopped, looking at the intruder from the Aston Martin team. The Aston Martin lady handed you a big bouquet of lilies and excused herself.

Every single pair of eyes were set on you and the mysterious bouquet. With your face red, you pulled the card, opening.

“Glad to see you again, hermosa. - Fernando”

You smiled, covering your face. On the back of the card was a phone number.

“Who’s that from?” Lewis asked and suddenly everyone was silent, tension rising up.

“Lewis,” you said between gritted teeth, “you’re making a scene.” Lewis seemed to realize everyone had an eye on you two, so you just turned to Anthony and said, “can you keep an eye on Luna for a couple of minutes please?”

After confirmation, you walked inside, taking your bouquet with you, and putting the number on your phone.

“Who’s it from?” Lewis followed you inside.

“It’s none of your fucking business, Lewis.”

“It is because you’re the mother of my kid.”

“Which means the only topic concerning you is our kid!” You whispered angrily.

“You’re dating, now?”

“Fuck off, Lewis!” You exclaimed, a surge of anger coming through your chest, “Don’t come at me all high and mighty now. You cheated on me, and I still let you be close to my daughter, and I still treat you with respect! I kept the secret of why our marriage ended to save your reputation and we only have a good relationship for her sake!”

You knew the words struck a nerve because his chest was heaving. You had been respectful to Lewis ever since the pregnancy because you wanted your daughter to grow up in a safe and happy environment. But that was where you drew the line.

“My life doesn’t revolve around you anymore.”

Leaving Lewis behind, you went to a room in the hospitality and managed to send a thank you text to Fernando.

You ended up accepting going on a date with Fernando after a few weeks of calling and texting. He ended up going to your place in Edinburgh for a cozy dinner, in a week Luna had gone traveling with Lewis for the summer break.

After the divorce you faced a lot of backlash from Lewis’ fans, even if they didn’t know any details, they still blamed you for breaking their idol’s heart. A few man had flirted with you here and there, but pregnant for nine months and then raising a baby after, you didn’t have the time or energy to find romance. Dealing with the aftermath of your divorce with a world superstar athlete had been something else.

So you had been living a low profile life, one that Fernando fully respected. He and you opted for cooking dinner yourselves, preparing a pasta dish with lots of pomodoro sauce and cheese.

He was easy to talk to. So openly into you, complimenting you, talking about how pretty and how interesting you are. The Spanish charm was so real and delightful, after years of feeling rejected. 

“Can I ask you something?” You asked, over a glass of wine while Fernando mixed a saucepan.

“Anything.”

“Why are you interested in me?” You sounded honestly confused. 

You were a divorced woman, with a toddler, still trying to figure out the relationship you had with your ex, and living under the radar after having your face plastered all over the media. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was really into you or if it was some sort of vendetta against Lewis. You knew that despite them being on good terms now, there’s history between them, and many layers of rivalry you weren’t privy to, since it happened long before they met you.

“Is this to get back at Lewis in some way? Because I’d like to manage my expectations if that’s the case.”

He understood why you would be guarded and suspicious of his intentions. Your last relationship had imploded in a way that he could only imagine left you devastated. It must look off, a known rival of your ex-husband sweeping in and showing romantic interest. But Fernando didn’t mind showing you his true intentions as long as you allowed him.

Fernando turned the stove off, and walked around the kitchen island, standing in front of you, so close he was almost between your legs.

“It has nothing to do with him because I have always been interested in you,” he whispered like a secret, seeing you confused frown, he kept talking, “remember the night we met? Lewis left early, we went to the garden, and sat down by the fountain. We shared a bottle of wine and a cigarette. Just me and you watching the sun rise.”

“Fernando…” you whispered back, remembering. Of course you knew about that, but for so long your life was entangled to Lewis, that the memory of that night was only attached to him in your brain.

But that had happened. You and Fernando had talked late into the night, chatting about life and the future, sitting barefoot on the grass, passing a wine bottle between you. Fernando didn’t flirt with you that day, he just chatted.

At the time you were so infatuated with Lewis already, that you didn’t see what was right under your nose.

“And for years after that,” Fernando gulped, looking a bit guilty, “I wondered if I had gone to the party earlier, if I had met you first, wouldn’t it be me by your side?”

“You’ve been into me all these years?” You asked, shocked.

“I have been in love all these years.”

You held his face, pulling him into you, kissing him. He was shocked at first, but as soon as it wore off, his hand slipped around your waist, pulling you flush into him. With the other hand, he cradled your head by the nape, his lips leaving your mouth, to kiss down your neck and nip at your earlobe, which had you moaning softly, melting against him.

“I’m sorry, hermosa,” he apologized, taking a step back.

You were panting softly as he stared at you, red face and lips, hair a little disheveled from his hand.

“Fernando,” you stood up, holding his hand, “come back here.”

You pulled him back, pressing your lips into his. He held you close, flush against his chest, opening his lips and deepening the kiss. You felt hot all over.

“I have dreamed about this, diosa.” He moaned into your lips.

“Can we-” you muttered between kisses, “can we skip dinner?”

You turned around to go back to the living room, hearing Fernando hearty laugh, and he immediately hugged you from behind, kissing your shoulder and neck. Finally making it to the sofa, you sat down. Fernando just knelt in front of you, pushing your dress up.

“Dessert first, sí?”

Laughing, you nodded, kicking your panties after he pushed them down your legs. Fernando bit into your thighs, and you moaned at the feel of his beard on your skin. With his head between your thighs, he mouthed you, licking a stripe into your cunt. Using a hand to open you up, he lapped your pussy like a man starved, pressing face, nose and tongue into your wetness. You had gone so long without another person, that now you were mushy under his ministrations. He still couldn’t get enough, so he put one of your legs over his shoulder, diving deeper, tongue over your clit and finger entering your cunt.

“Fuck, Nando. Too good, too good,” you gripped his hair, grinding on his face. He curled his fingers up inside you, finding your g-spot, making you shake, “I’m so close, baby. So, so close.”

He latched on to your clit, and you came hard, shaking, hips pressing into his face as you tried to come down. You were panting, breathless, as you came down from your high. Fernando stood up, sitting by your side, kissing you. You tasted yourself on his lips, and he held you.

You cupped the bulge in his pants, and he kept kissing you face gently, holding you in his arms like he wanted to never let go.

“We should take this to the bedroom,” he whispered into your ear, making goosebumps arise in your skin.

You two stumbled to the bedroom, laughing as you pulled each piece of clothing off, tossing them to the floor. You were fully naked by the time the door closed behind you in the bedroom.

You didn’t actually lay in the bed, since Fernando made you keep one foot on the floor and pushed your other leg on the mattress, leaving you open for him.

“Dios, I want to keep you in this bed for days until I have tasted all of you, cariño,” he said, running a calloused hand up and down from your back all the way to your butt, pressing his fingers over your cheeks, making you moan.

“Nando, please fuck me, just- I need you, please,” you begged, feeling the way he lined his cock to tease your entrance but not actually putting in, just coating himself with your wetness.

Then finally, he pushed inside, slowly, your walls pulling him in a perfect tight grip. The two of you cursed as you adapted to the feel of him inside, of having someone fucking you for the first time in years.

Fernando started fucking you softly, and you let him manhandle you as he pulled you back to stand up, your back against his chest, one of his hands snaking around your middle to keep him pressed to your backside and the other hand cradled your face by the jaw, forcing you to look ahead.

“Mírate, cariño (look at you, dear)” he whispered, making you face ahead, finding the full length mirror on the other side of the room, you could see perfectly, Fernando fucking you from behind, his sweaty face above your shoulder, your tits bouncing with each snap of his hips and his hands claiming your body like you were a fucking masterpiece, “you look so pretty taking my cock.”

You looked at the mirror, his hand keeping you up like a toy and he started pounding into you, and you could only moan his name as you felt the orgasm buildup, you threw your hand back, holding his head and pulling his hair and your other hand down to your clit as his thrusts became harder and slower. You felt yourself clench around him, coming hard as he whispered in your ear.

“Oh, you feel so good, hermosa. I bet it feels so good coming around my cock does it not?” He talked you through your high.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me. Please, baby.” You moaned and that did it for him, and you had him cumming with a couple of sloppy thrusts.

You two fell on the bed, breathless.

“Goddamn, Nano, you’re going to ruin my life,” You whispered.

“I’m happy to be of service,” he joked and you ended up laughing out loud, him accompanying you with a few giggles.

You two showered, and then dressed in robes, ate dinner on the living room floor, sharing the wine straight from the bottle just like the first time you met. 

After talking for what felt like hours, he took you back to bed, feasting on your cunt until he pulled two more orgasms from you, and then fucking you slowly. Mouth on your nipples and a hand keeping your hips high as he fucked into you. You held onto him for dear life, fingers tangled on his soft hair and kissed him whenever he gave you the opportunity. He worshiped your body like you were the only woman to ever exist, intense eye contact and praising you every step of the way.

The next morning you woke up naked, spent and happy. You barely had the time to feel Nando’s absence in your bed when he entered the room, carrying a big tray with breakfast.

“¡Buenos días!” He greeted you with a peck and set the tray in front of you. There was coffee, juice, toast and cheese.

“Buenos días, baby” you said, lazily taking a sip of coffee, “this is nice. I’ve never been surprised with breakfast in bed before.”

“You deserve it, you took me so well last night, hermosa.” He kissed you quickly again, and you blushed because of his words.

You kept eating when he went to the opposite side of the room to take a phone call. You spoke intermediate Spanish because of work, but you didn’t pry in his conversation, instead focusing on recharging your energies.

“Duty calls?” You asked as he came back. He only nodded, which made you a little sad, “well, I was going to ask you to stay the weekend, but I understand you’re busy.”

“I’ll cancel my plans.” He shrugged.

“No, no, you don’t have to.” You said quickly, feeling guilty for messing with his schedule.

“Do you want me to spend the weekend?” He asked softly. And you just nodded, not wanting to be the cause of him getting in trouble with work. “Then I’ll spend the weekend.”

He immediately got into a phone call again, and from what you could gather, he was rescheduling his commitments for the next week.

“Why did you do that?” You reprimanded him, but deep down you were kinda giddy because he was going to stay the weekend.

“You’re a priority, not a second thought.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing ever. “Besides, I’ll never say no to spending more time with you, cariño.”

Throughout the next six months, you and Nando kept in touch and met here and there whenever Lewis had Luna over. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend when you spent a week with him in a secluded villa close to the beach in Spain. It’s not that you didn’t want Fernando to meet Luna, but you two were still figuring out your relationship and you didn’t want to introduce them and in case he ended up not sticking around for the long run.

“Are you sure?” You asked him suddenly one night when you two were cuddling on the balcony, staring at each other and at the sky.

“Sure of what?”

“Are you sure you wanna be with me, Fernando?” You asked absentmindedly, running your palm up and down his back.

“Yes, I am sure.”

“Why, though? I come with a kid and a lot of baggage?” As you said the words, Fernando pulled your hand and kissed your palm, putting it against his cheek, looking into your eyes.

“Because I want you.”

“Even with all the complications? Even if we never find a way to go public?”

“I don’t mind if I have to spend the rest of our lives reassuring you. I’m with you because I want you, simple as that” he said with his serious voice and thick accent, as a lump stuck on your throat, “I’m not with you because of what you look like by my side or what you can do for me. I’m with you because I love you.”

Your tears fell down and Fernando caught them with his lips, kissing your cheeks and tears away. It was so good and so safe, you never wanted to leave his side.

“The rest of our lives, eh?” You giggled, “I’m not gonna lie, I like the sound of that.”

“Bueno. I like the sound of that too.”

“Gracias, Nano. Yo te amo y te deseo también. (Thank you, Nano. I love you and I desire you too)”

“Wait-” he pushed himself up, “you speak Spanish?”

“Sí, lo hablo. (Yes, I do)” You laughed out loud at his dumbfounded face, and he held your wrists up above your head.

“Todo este tiempo hablaste español? (All this time you spoke spanish?)” He clicked his tongue, “eres tan mala y te voy a castigar. (You're so bad and I'm gonna punish you)”

You squealed as he carried you back inside, tossing you on the bed.

Eventually, you made up your mind about telling Lewis. Not because he had to know, but from a standpoint that he should know for the sake of Luna. So you stopped him one day when he came to drop off Luna.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” You asked after greeting your baby, “Luna, why don’t you take your new toys inside while Mommy and Daddy chat a little?” You watched your girl run inside, “Careful! The porch is slippery!”

“What happened?” Lewis asked, putting both hands on his pockets.

“I’m seeing someone.”

Your words made his stomach drop. The dreaded day had come. Lewis had noticed how you looked happier and healthier than before, how you were wearing more makeup and pretty stylish clothes. The other day you had a mysterious tan on your body when he came to drop Luna off, way too strong tan for Scotland, anyway.

You are one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, he found it a miracle it took you so long to find someone. Maybe deep down Lewis thought you two could mend your relationship.

“Who?” Was all he said.

“Fernando.”

“Fernando?” He frowned, “who’s Fernando?”

“Alonso.” You bit your lip, waiting for an explosive reaction, but Lewis went silent, thinking.

“I can’t believe this. He’s just using you to target me, can’t you see?”

“So that’s all you see me as? An object? A ploy crafted to only be used for you or against you?” You asked, crossing your arms defensively.

“That’s not what I mean! He’s- he’s evil, you know that!” Lewis bared his teeth, getting angrier by the second.

“I don’t. That’s not how he is to me.” You shrugged.

“Do you have any idea how messy this will look when it comes out? Are you ready to face the consequences of this stupid adventure to get back at me?”

His words made you raise your walls, defensive, that sounded dangerously like a threat. You remained collected, because if Lewis wanted to go low, then you’d go lower.

“I’ll let this one slide, but it sounded dangerously close to a fucking threat,” you started, your voice so cold it sent shivers up his spine, “This had nothing to do with you. Nothing. But if this information leaks, I’ll know who did it. And if you do this to damage my image to the world or try and force my hand into leaving him, then everyone will finally know why we divorced, and how the other woman kept harassing me while I was pregnant!”

“What?” His expression dropped. 

He didn’t know because you didn’t tell him, because after a few months of mockery and threats through texts, you changed your number and it stopped. You still had the screenshots though.

“Luna will always be my greatest priority, and I love my baby girl. But my life has revolved around hers ever since I was pregnant, and before that my life revolved around you,” you felt a lump in your throat, eyes watering, “can I have this one thing for me? Is it selfish wanting to be loved?”

“I do. I love you.” He said, his voice wavering too.

“No, you don’t.” You shook your head, “you loved the idea of someone living solely for you. You loved that I was there during the good and the bad, picking up the pieces when you were down and popping the champagne when you were up. You loved that I loved you.”

You looked back, where Luna was calling you from the door.

“I am with Fernando now, and as Luna’s parents, I just didn't want you to be blindsided,” you turned around but looked at him over your shoulder, “don’t go ruining my future a second time.”

He flinched before your words. You knew it would cut deep, but you were tired of that conversation and his entitlement to your life and decisions.

A few weeks later, you introduced Luna to Fernando, and to your surprise, they got along so well. Probably because he bought her a lot of presents. She liked his presence most of the times, despite feeling jealous sometimes when he hugged you or kissed your cheeks.

When you and Fernando made it to a one year anniversary, you two adopted a kitten who had been abandoned by the road. Luna fell immediately in love with the pet, which found home with you. For Christmas, Nando’s gift to Luna was to install a swing and a see-saw on the garden, which ultimately made her completely enchanted by him, asking him to play all the time whenever they were at your place at the same time.

You were sitting on his lap while Luna played with the cat, throwing toys around.

“How would you feel about a baby?” You asked him. He straightened up, searching your eyes.

“Are you pregnant?” He sounded shocked.

“Of course not, tonto! (silly)” You giggled, “I’m just- mulling over the idea, wanting your opinion, you know.”

“Yes, I want more kids if you want too,” he said honestly, his hand softly caressing the side of your hip.

“Mhm,” you nuzzled into his neck.

“Your question came with good timing, you know, I have been thinking,” he mumbled, thinking, “Do you want me to retire?”

“What? Are you insane? You love racing, it’s like- it’s in your blood! You know I do-”

“That’s not what I asked,” Fernando interrupted you, “I asked if you want me to retire? We could move in together, spend more time together, I could move here.”

“You’d drop your sunny and warm Spain for Scotland?” Your voice was laced with doubt.

“I’d drop anything for you, don’t you see?” He lowered his voice, closer to your ear, “besides, we could always go back and forth here and Spain. I’d do it if it means I get to make love to you every day, and wake up by your side every morning.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks were deep red.

“You love it.”

“That I do.”

“That sounds tempting but I could never ask you to stop racing, it’s literally your favorite thing!”

“You are my favorite thing.”

“Fernando…” you whined and he laughed.

“Ok, let’s meet in the middle, sí?” He proposed, kissing your cheek, “if you get pregnant, I drop everything. Meanwhile, we let things run their course as it is, ok?”

“That’s perfect, mi amor” You laid back on his chest, watching Luna playing.

Headcanons | Another universe…

[junnieverse]

SERENADE ➳ BOYNEXTDOOR

➙ how the bnd members confess that they’re in love with you for the first time

pairing: boynextdoor x gn!reader

genre: fluff, slight crack in woonhak's lol

warnings: minor typos here and there, not proofread

🖇️ — 명재현 ; MYUNG JAEHYUN !

↳ got matching promise rings

jaehyun had it all planned out for the both of you

nothing beats the classic 'actions speak louder than words' and he wanted to show you that

it was your anniversary and you and jaehyun had a bunch of activities planned out for the day together

to wrap it up cleanly, your boyfriend gifted you with a beautiful promise ring identical to his

engraved inside the ring were the words 'i will always love you'

"Wait, Jae..?" you stutter in disbelief seeing the words on the ring

"I love you so much, I have been for quite some time but I just didn't know how to tell you." he responds holding your hand in his as he slips the ring onto your finger

"I love you too." you say holding back tears

he then engulfs you in a tight hug before gently giving your forehead a kiss

🖇️ — 박성호 ; SUNGHO !

↳ overheard him telling another member

it wasn't unusual for you to go over to the boy's dorm when you wanted to see your boyfriend

this day was no different when sungho invited you over to watch a movie and have dinner with him (and the members who couldn't give you privacy for more than two minutes)

"I'm gonna quickly head to the bathroom to freshen up before we eat." you excuse yourself planting a chaste kiss on your boyfriend's cheek before leaving

after stepping back out into the hallway, you halt your steps hearing hushed whispers coming from the living room

"This has to be the happiest I've been. I'm following my dream's of being an idol, I've got such great members who I can call brothers and the love of my life." he explains

"Woah, you're in love with her?" you hear riwoo mutter

"Yeah... I really am." he responds chuckling softly

coming out from hiding your legs seemingly do their own thing as you rush over to your boyfriend engulfing him in a hug

"I love you too baby." you respond as your arms around him tighten

🖇️ — 이상혁 ; RIWOO !

↳ accidentally let it slip

it wasn't an unusual occurrence for you to catch riwoo mindlessly staring at you

nothing but pure adoration and lovestruck feelings filled his cute boba eyes

not that you were complaining, it felt like his little way of letting you know he was very much present and in the moment just with you

"And so I look at her back because she was looking at me weirdly to begin with-" "Baby, are you listening..?" you stop your story before waving your hand in front of his face

leaning over the couch with his face in his palm, riwoo only smiles before giving you a quaint nod

"I was, I mean am, wow your eyes distracted me. I love you- I MEAN YOUR EYES! I LOVE YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES!"

your boyfriend suddenly goes into a panic as his eyes widen behind his black frames making you internally gush at how cute he was

"I love you more cutie." you respond back without hesitation catching him by surprise when you gave him a peck on the lips

🖇️ — 한동민 ; TAESAN !

↳ confessed through a song

"Baby, come here for a second, I wanna show you something!" you hear your boyfriend chime excitedly from your living room

going over to him you plop down on the couch beside him as he turns his laptop to face you

taesan showing you music he was working on wasn't new to you, if anything you loved the thought of being involved in his passion, you had no musicality but anything to support him right

"Just give it a listen and tell me what you think afterwards." taking off his headphones and placing them over your ears

clicking the audio to play, you listen through the song intently enjoying everything from the melody to the lyrics

one part in particular makes your ears perk up at the beginning of the chorus serenading the listeners and confessing their true love for them

"This sounds so good. It's not even an official song yet and I'm already obsessed!" you pipe up as you clap for your boyfriend pulling the headphones down

"I wrote it for and about you." taesan confesses holding your hand in his gently stroking the back of your hand

"Wait- w-what..." you stutter trying to process this new information

"I love you so so much." he adds on before leaning in for a kiss

🖇️ — 김동현 ; LEEHAN !

↳ said it when you were asleep

"Wow it has been such a long day." you groan massaging your shoulder trying to get some tension out

"It was but you did so well, I'm proud of you." your boyfriend responds replacing your hand with his slowly massaging your shoulders helping ease your pain

getting ready for bed together you then snuggle closer into

these were probably your favourite moments

being able to come home to your boyfriend after a long day and cuddling before bed

leehan's warmth as he lulls you to sleep softly singing to you

as the singing continued, your eyes felt heavier

ready to let the sleep consume you, the last words you hear bring a small smile to your face

"Goodnight, I love you so much." he whispered under his breath before kissing the side of your head

and you just couldn't help but to pull him in closer knowing you would sleep very well

🖇️ — 김운학 ; WOONHAK !

↳ one of the members exposed him

you had known woonhak long enough to know that all the teasing he got from the other members (especially taesan) was definitely not just for show

poor guy was constantly getting teased, but you also knew it was all out of love and it was harmless

sometimes he would find it baffling how sweet the others were to you but they also didn't waste a single chance to not make fun of him in your presence

"Oh (y/n)~" you hear taesan from his and woonhak's shared room as he waltzed over, your boyfriend not far behind

"Did our Woonhak over here tell you how much he loves you~" taesan snickers as he wiggled his eyebrows

"Loves me?" you ask confused tilting your head to the side

cue your silly woonhakie crashing out on the floor

"Nooo hyung~ I can't believe you told her, it was a secret!" he whines looking down embarrassed not believing the turn of events

"Oh- I thought she already knew... oopsie." the older responds shrugging before apologising and ruffling the younger's hair

"It's okay Woonhak, because I am in love you just as much." you lovingly pinch his soft cheeks making him blush

[sp1der-wid0w]

ACHOO! BABY I’M SICK

starring….

jennifer check. miles morales. patrick bateman. maddy perez. miguel o’hara.

𝘑𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬

★ She’s definitely grossed out, and immediately stays away from you for at least a few days.

★ Though she gives in, and finally comes to see you.

★ She acts annoyed, and is nonchalant with all of your sneezing and moans about how terrible you feel. But deep down, she’s so sad to see her precious baby so ill and tortured.

★ The least she’ll do for you, is go to the gas station and get you soup in a can. But first, she’ll have to seduce the cash register to let her get it for free.

★ When you ask her for anything else, she’ll reluctantly do it for you. As you feel sleepy, she’ll give in and give you a kiss goodnight.

𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘻

★ “Aww, poor baby.” She coos, while she rubs your hair.

★Whoever she was planning on hanging out with, like Cassie, Rue, or Feszco, she’s cancelling out on them, just for you.

★She goes into momma bear mode, and buys you some snacks, and make sure to take your temperature. You were so grateful for this, that you got such a beautiful, loyal, devoting girlfriend.

★ “Won’t Cassie be upset that you’re not there with her?” you asked.

★ “Cassie can handle a few minutes without me, tonight, it’s all about you.” She says, smirking her lips.

𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴

★ When you call him to tell him you’re sick, he immediately webslings over to your place, and goes to give you company.

★ He puts his hand above your head, and looks at you with such devotion.

★ “Won’t you get sick too?” You moan.

★ “Nahh, I won’t.” He chuckles.

★ For the whole day, he stays by your place, doing whatever you asked him too, from covering you with extra blankets, putting on your favorite anime, and just telling you the drama at school.

★ When it comes to saving the day, he has to make a choice between taking care of you, or saving Brooklyn.

★ “Miles.” You choke. “I’ll be fine— Go save Brooklyn.”

★ He sighs, before kissing the tip of your forehead and slinging away. “Call me if you need anything.” He calls, on the way out of your window.

𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯

★ Sends you $500 on cashapp, and texts you don’t talk to him when you feel better.

𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘖’𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢

★ When he hears of your sickness, he brings you to HQ, and carries you to the infirmary.

★ You complain that you want Miguel to be on your side, but he justifies that he has some multiverse work to do.

★ Eventually after many complains from Peter and Jess and you, he goes to visit you in the infirmary, and gives you a box of tissues, as well as some water.

★ He gives you some words of reassurance, trying to make you feel better at least. He makes sure that LYLA stays at your side, and tells him about your temperature.

★ When he takes his time off work, he goes by your side and caresses your face.

“Mig..” You groaned, then sneezed. “I.. I wanna feel better.”

He simply grunts.

“You’ll feel better, mi sol. LYLA and the doctors will take care of you. In the meantime, you need anything?”

You give him a cheeky look, and few minutes later, he comes back to your side with a bunch of teddy bears, soup bars, candy and chocolates, and a reaallll sour expression on his face.

“I wuvvv you, Miggy.”

[moonstruckme]

hi mae:) would you be willing to write a sirius x reader fic where reader just gets hammered and spills all of her family trauma to sirius? like, she’s no longer in that environment because she moved out but they were just really mean and terrible to her and she’s never told sirius but then she finally does and he’s just like “poor baby, let me tell you all of the love and reassurance you never got as a child:(“

Thanks for requesting lovely <3

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 634 words

You worry you’ve traumatized your boyfriend. 

Sirius has you tucked firmly under his chin, both arms squishing you to his front, and you’re not sure if the rocking is for you or him or possibly both. 

“Sirius,” you murmur, some of the vowels lost due to your malfunctioning tongue. “Baby, m’sorry.” 

“What’re you sorry for?” Your boyfriend’s voice sounds thin. He’s had a bit less to drink than you, but his words still sound like they’re written in cursive, strung together by thick emotion. “You haven’t done anything wrong.” 

You sigh. It feels nice, being cocooned in his warmth like this. He’s squeezing you just tight enough to be comfortable, and he smells more like himself than like rum. Your next inhale, you focus on it. Clove and nighttime. 

“I shouldn’t’ve dumped on you like this,” you admit.

“Yes you should have.” Sirius’ lips press firmly to the top of your head. “Sweetheart, I only wish you’d told me sooner. Why didn’t you?” 

His sympathy is bringing you dangerously close to tears again. Your first wave has only just dried. “Because I know it’s a lot,” you say, attempting to swallow the blockage in your throat. “S’not like you don’t have your own family shit to deal with. And anyway, I moved out.” 

“Baby.” Sirius sounds devastated. “I don’t care what shit I have, it doesn’t mean I don’t wanna hear about yours, too. I always do.” His fingers bunch in the fabric of your top, short nails scratching lightly against the skin underneath. “And I know better than fucking anyone that moving out helps, but it doesn’t fix everything. It can—you can still hurt.” 

Where Sirius’ chin touches your forehead, you feel a hot tear drip onto your skin. A pained sound slips from your throat as you pull away from him, taking his face between your hands. 

And you’d expected him to look upset, mournful even, but Sirius looks livid. Every sharp angle of his beautiful face is wrathful, silent tears gleaming on his cheeks and dark brows lowered over stormcloud eyes. His hands stay bunched in your top as if he means to keep you tethered to him by sheer force of will. 

“You’re good,” he tells you, voice quavering with conviction. “You’re lovely, and kind, and more than enough. Got it?” 

“Sirius,” you whisper, brushing some of the wetness from his cheeks. “It’s okay.” 

“It’s not,” he insists. Some of the harshness has waned from his expression, though, under your gentle touch. “Nobody should ev—” His voice splinters, and Sirius looks frustrated with himself. You want to roll the both of you up in the comforter of your bed and never come out. “Should ever treat their kid that way,” he finishes. He looks you in your eyes, fierce in his earnestness. “I’m gonna love you so hard those fuckers will regret not giving it to you sooner.” 

Though you try to stop it, a corner of your mouth tips up. “I love you, too, baby. You can love me as hard as you want.” 

“Oh, fuck you.” He cracks a smile at your salacious tone. You stop trying to hold back the rest of your grin, and he grabs your face in both hands, smashing his lips to yours. 

The kiss is firm but not harsh, so fond it makes your heart feel like a bruise. Sirius moves to your forehead next. 

“My baby,” he says against your skin, both amused and ardent. Drops his forehead to yours. “I’m gonna make up for it. I’m gonna give you everything you never got back then. Do you have any idea how much I love you, sweet thing?” 

“I love you, too,” you promise him, pushing against his forehead lightly with your own. “Don’t worry, you already make up for everything.” 

[sleeplessbunni]

AGHHHG I LOVE UR STUFF ;3 can you do a dark!abby x reader who she switched time and time again to being sweet to full on abusive but always blame reader for it (like ‘this is why you should watch your mouth, baby. I don’t wanna hit my sweet girl, but you make it so hard…)

THANK YOU🫶🏻🫶🏻Yes ofc😛this is a great request😈

Don’t make me do it

Dark!Abby x Fem!Reader

DARK THEMES

Dead dove do not eat 🕊️

Most days you didn’t know how to act around Abby without making her mad. You could do something one day that she’d laugh at, the next she’d beat you for it.

This morning was no different. You woke up to her in the kitchen making breakfast. You walked over to her, scoping out her mood as best as you could. She seemed like she was in a good mood. But you could truly never tell until it was too late.

“Good morning babe,” she said with a smile on her face as she goes to kiss you. You gladly kissed back, seeing that she was actually in a good mood. You still were cautious though, she could flip like a switch at any given moment.

“Hey, what are you making?” You asked gently. “Scrambled eggs,” she answered plainly. Already not a good sign. “How’d you sleep?” You asked, trying to keep the good vibes in the air. She brought the pan to the table.

“Well I was sleeping right next to you, what do you think?” She snapped back. “I was just asking,” you said quietly, not wanted to trigger her. It didn’t work however, she slapped you across the face. “Why would you ask such a stupid question and then give me attitude?!”

“A-Abby! I-I didn’t mean to!” You say, putting your hand up to try and block whatever beating she was about to give you.

She grabbed your neck and dragged you from your chair to stand right in-front of her. You gently gripped onto her wife beater, how fitting. “Look Abby, I’m sorry! It was an accident I swear!” But she wasn’t have any of it. She through you into the ground. “If you’re not sure then keep your damn mouth shut, whore!” She yelled at you.

“Look at me,” she says calmly. You didn’t. You didn’t want her to have the satisfaction of you giving in. And for that, she roughly kicked your side. You squeaked out a shriveled whine. “Abby…” you pleaded.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!” She kneeled down next to you, continuing to punch you over, and over, and over again. You whimpers were a silenced plea for her to stop.

After she was done, she got up and stared down your blooded, bruised curled up body. “Cmon baby, let’s go get you cleaned up.” She said while carrying you in her arms bridal style. She walked into the bathroom and set you down on the counter.

“You know I hate putting my hands on you doll, but if you just kept your mouth shut I wouldn’t have to, you just make it so difficult,” she said while gathering a bunch of stuff from under the counter to heal your wounds. “I-I know…” you weakly responded, putting zero effort into anything you did. Everything hurt to much.

Abby started to put bandages where they were needed and cleaned up the blood with a warm towel. When she finished, she gave you a light kiss and wrapped your legs around her waste so she could carry you back to the table.

“Let’s go eat something, you need some energy.”

Thank you for requesting this beautiful prompt😻I hope I did your vision justice

[stinmybubs]

“Rot My Brain” Fluff!

AN: I cannot stop thinking about Katsuki, he’s rotting my brain to the core. I’m gonna mix in some of my irl bfs actions with Katsuki’s personality cuz sometimes they clash. And omg I can write Kenma off my bf for sure. This will be my titles for all my brain rots!

Here’s a lazy Picrew banner divider thingy -

B. Katsuki x AFAB! Reader!

Katsuki can’t keep his hands off you. Every minute he has his hands somewhere on your body, for him it’s not only comforting but he loves to keep you close. Making sure every moment he has is next to you, not to mention he barley knows how to express his love in any other way.

This became a habit ever since you two became close friends, except it was more platonic touches than how of course. When you were friends he would put his hand on your back any time you were just standing next to him.

Katsuki doesn’t care for other eyeing where he touches you, because why would he care what a bunch of extras think? You’re his girl now, with your consent he can touch you wherever he wants!

“Katsuki~!” You giggled as he grabbed you from behind and just sat there for a minute, pressing his face into the nape of your neck. “My love!” You smile in the comfort of his arms. The two of you were currently in the dorm room hallways, he had caught you on the way back to your dorm from the showers.

“Hm?” He answered, just trying to soak in the fresh smell of your shampoo and body wash. “I need to put all my things away.” You place your empty hand on his arms, hanging on to your small basket of shower necessities. “Don’t wanna let you go..” he tightened his grip onto your waist.

“Love I need to put these away then go talk to the girls about something.” You try moving forward a bit only to be stopped in place by your bulky boyfriend. Damn, why’d he have to be this beefy? You thought to yourself trying to look at him by turning your head slightly, only seeing the top of his head.

Katsuki loved holding you. It felt like everything would melt away as soon as you were in his arms. He felt just lighter, calmer, and overall recharged after dealing with the idiots in Class 1-A.

“One min’…” he pressed his face deeper into your neck, taking a deep breath. This action tickled you, letting out a beautiful giggle as he took in your scent. “Katsu that tickles!” You laugh.

Oh how Katsuki loves your laugh. He can never get enough of you.

Katsuki was clingy, indeed. But he of course gives space you need or space he needs. But sometimes you two don’t even notice when he’s clinging onto you, or any sort of touch he has because it’s just so normal for the two of you.

Well everyone else knows and try not to say anything about it.

“You and Bakugou are so cute!!” Mina cheers, shaking you violently “oh how I wish I had a man like that…!” She was so giggly. Finally you were able to hang out with the girls after Bakugou let himself recharge and let you be.

“Thank you Mina.” You grab her arms to stop her from shaking you. The girls loves to gush about relationships, especially as one as lovey dovey as you and Katsuki’s relationship. They always tell you to spill, kiss and tell.

You only shared small details, not too many because you knew how Katsuki likes to keep your relationship stuff private. He really doesn’t want it to get to the guys. Even though they see how clingy he is and tease him about it all the time.

“Fuck off! Yer’ all just mad you can’t get a girl to touch ya!” Katsuki yelled, rolling his eyes at Sero and Denki’s teasing.

Katsuki, sadly his room was bombarded by some of the Class 1-A idiots. What did they want? To poke, tease, and stick their noses in each others business. All he wanted was you in his bed, letting him hold you.

“Cmon man! You don’t even hide it, at least some guys would keep the touching on the low!” Denki teased. Katsuki just glared at him, slumping against the edge of his bed.

“Guys he does have a point, how can you tease him for loving his girl when you guys don’t even have one?” Kirishima, always coming to defend Katsuki. At this point Katsuki was just tuning them all out, he just wished he stopped you from going to hang out with the girls so he could cuddle you.

Katsuki loves you, he wouldn’t stop you from pursuing anything. He wouldn’t stop you from having friends, or even going out with them. Sucks that he just wants to be with you all the time. Just being around you was comforting.

Katsuki was getting impatient, he wanted these guys gone and you in here pronto.

“Alright fuckers get out.” He stood up, starting to push out the protesting guys. And once those guys were out, he pulled out his phone to text you.

Katsu( ˘ ³˘)♥︎: cmover. Now.

The sudden buzz of your phone startled you, going to see who had texted you, a smile spreading across your face. You excuse yourself from the rest of the girls and they all happily wave you bye. Off you go to see your clingy loving boyfriend.

Katsuki loved touching you. No matter what nothing will change. His eyes will never leave you, and his hands will always cling to you. You’re a high that never ends. And he loves that you accept his touch, his love, and his temper. He loves you.

AN: I hope you like this! I was spit balling and just rotting my own brain with Katsu :3 let me know if you’d like a tag list or anything! Love you guysss.

[snowsinterlude]

La Femme Damnée.

(coriolanus snow x fem. reader x sejanus plinth)

summary: to celebrate your birthday, your two best friends decided to give you the best gift you could ask for.

c.w: double penetration, drunk sex, pussy/dick adoration, friends with benefits, threesome, threeway, coriolanus x reader x sejanus, oral (f. and m. recieving), anal, dumbification, squirting, breeding, explicit content, degrading, dirty talk, tummy bulge, heavy smut, overstimulation, +18. mdni.

"here she is," snow announced, hand finding your waist and casting a kiss on your temple. "the prettiest birthday girl in the world."

you chuckled, pulling away from his grip to greet them in a theatrical manner, earning soft chuckles from both of your bestfriends.

"happy birthday, bunny." sejanus said, hugging you tightly and kissing the corner of your mouth. you smiled softly at him, returning the kiss.

"thank you, sej." you said, smiling softly as your hands caressed his cheeks.

"hey, i'm gonna be a third wheel here or what?" coryo teased, faking disappointment, which you laughed at, approaching him and giving him a kiss on the lips.

"of course not, coryo." you said, smiling.

it was always like that. you three seemed attached to one another. your first times happened with them. kisses, virginity loss, everything turned out to happen in group.

thinking about that, you tried to recall when sejanus got his face buried in between your legs, licking and sucking and fingering you all at once while you moaned and sucked coriolanus cock.

fuck, it felt so good.

your moans on coriolanus's dick made his cock vibrate while he fucked your throat, his tip teasing the back of your throat as you gagged and coughed on him, your pretty, teary eyes looking up into his, searching for his approval as he laughed at the sight of your pleading stare.

"you're such a pretty girl, dove. taking my dick so well into that perfect throat of yours," he said, voice huskier than usual as you felt your heart flutter as you licked his entire shaft, drooling all over him and making a sloppy mess. "that's what you wanna hear, isn't it darling?"

you mewled against him, sucking his tip.

"what if i call you for what you are, hm? what if i call you-" a grunt, as he fucked your throat in a slow pace "a dirty whore? would you like it?" he asked, and your only answer was to free your mouth from his dick, letting out a shameless moan as you held sejanus by his hair, grinding on his face.

just then, snow looked over to see what sejanus was doing, a bit disappointed for not having the attention of your mouth anymore.

between your legs, sejanus was making a mess. his thumb rubbing your clit roughly while your core recieved his fingers attention.

"man, stop it. you want her to cum already?" snow voice took over your hearing senses, and you moaned a bunch of messy words that none of them understood rightfully.

"i want her to, actually." sejanus said, looking at you both, and god he looked beautiful. his mouth and chin were all wet from your juices, you could see the wet shining line of saliva and your pussy wetness connecting his lips to your pussy. you moved your hips, wanting his tongue back, and he chuckled alongside with coryo. "what's that, princess? you have something to say?"

"p-please, keep going. i-i need that- i need your tongue, please. please!" you begged, small tears rolling down your cheeks as he pinched your clit. "g-god, please keep going."

"fuck, look at her. we didn't even fucked her and she's all dumb already." coriolanus said, chuckling at your despair. his cock looked so pretty, too. you couldn't help but suck his tip again, surprising him with that action as he grunted. "doll, what?"

"'m sorry, your cock looks so good, i just- ah!" you moaned, being interrupted as sejanus tongue thrusted inside your warm core. your senses seemed to be sucked out from you.

it didn't took much for you to squirt right on his mouth, and coryo laughed, kissing you on your soft lips as your legs shaked from the pleasure, causing you to get distracted and not notice plinth's cock teasing your pussy, you were so sensitive you thought it was just your imagination.

but then your leg as over sejanus waist as he prepared his dick to enter you, your heart dropping as you noticed the position you were in.

sandwiched between plinth and snow, you could feel coryo's hand spreading your plump ass while his tip teased your hole.

"you ready?" plinth asked, more to snow than to you.

"always." he answered, kissing your neck.

"w-wait, wait- ah, fuck!" you cried, feeling your insides warming up as the two boys penetrated you, both at the same time.

"fuck, she's so tight." plinth said, frowning in pleasure as his hand replaced coryo's, grabbing your ass and letting you hide your face on the curvature of his neck.

"isn't she? she's always so tight and wet for us. such a perfect doll." coryo said, pounding his dick into you while he bite his lips, groaning on your earlobe and nibbling on it.

"god, darling. your always so eager to us." plinth said, moaning as he pounded into you slowly, his pace matching with snow's pace as them both messily touched your body. coryo grabbed your tits and fondled it with gentleness, while sej sucked on your neck and left bite marks on your neck. both watching as you moved your hips, trying to get more of them.

"mmm, you're so hungry for both of us. tell us, princess, what do you want?" coryo asked, teasing you and going even slower on you.

"f...faster, please. please, just a little bit." you begged, swelling eyes taking place while you whined and cried over them. "need to. i-if you keep going i-i'll cum-"

"and what's the problem with that, bunny?" coryo asked, kissing you. his tongue seemed to explore your entire mouth, your eyes shutting close as he thrusted himself entirely inside your tight hole.

"hey, leave a bit to me." sejanus said, going along and thrusting his entire shaft inside you. ah, fuck. he felt too good on your cunt. good enough to make you part your lips from coryo's to let your moans echo on the room.

then he shut you up by kissing you, his hand grabbing your cheeks roughly as he slammed your lips on his, a kiss not so soft as coryo, much for your surprise.

and coryo's mouth found your tits, your nipple hard and soft as he engulfed it on his mouth.

you panicked when both started to thrust faster into you, both hitting spots that were never hit before. your eyes widened up, both your holes tightening them as they fucked you.

"s-stop!! stop it, please! i-i'm close to- fuck, i'll cum! p-please!!" but did they listened to you? of course not. they kept on going.

and even when you cummed three times more, they only stopped when they came, filling you entirely with their cum.

your body gave up, pussy throbbing as you felt on the bed entirely, breathless as the two guys pulled out of you.

"happy birthday, bunny." coryo said, kissing the back of your neck.

"happy birthday, princess." sejanus voiced, letting your overstimulated body rest on his arm.

[writerwhowrit3s]

The night before I left

| Stack x Mary |

warning: smut, pussy eating, f!recieving, and… yea.

This is a part 1 cuz I want to write more but just got lazy.

What if Mary didn’t turn into a vampire but still went after Stack that night?

The low reverberation of blues music played through the juke joint like a wave across a sandy shore. The sounds of feet pattering away on the ground, stomping along to the beat helped Mary shoulders shimmy along. There were so many people, dancing, laughing, singing along to the music. But she didn’t pay any attention to them. Her attention was on the man who had managed to pull her heart out of her chest and drag it across the dirt only to serve it back with a loving kiss and a careful hand.

Just as she thought he found her first, his low voice a gentle rumble as he asked, “So what happened?”.

Ah yes. The memory was clear in her head. The strangers that came to pester them. The man named Remmick and his two companions begging for access into the joint. Mary had convinced Stack to let her talk to them, hoping that they would have some money to spend.

To no one’s surprise, they did. White folks always had some kind of money on them. Three solid gold coins. Enough to change even the lowest of the bunch’s life. Their beauty glimmered back at Mary as she observed them delicately in her hand.

She walked away shortly after that. The group found themselves needing to head on home and allowed Mary to keep their money. She wasn’t complaining, though she did wonder how much more of that gold they had stashed away. With the money secure she headed back to the joint where she stood now face to face with her once lover.

Mary placed the coins in Stacks hand, watching as his worried face twisted into one of joy and glee. “Hell yeah”, he cockily chuckled, picking one of the coins up and observing it for a moment.

Stack stashed the coins in his pockets swiftly, not wanting anyone to see them, “What they want a drink for this or somethin?”.

Mary quickly shook her head no. Her eyes landed on the man’s plush lips, watching as the toothpick moved with each of his words.

“You sure? Okay… Well then—shit— better go out there and tell em’ to do somethin—“. But Mary didn’t wanna hear it. She snatched the toothpick from his mouth and replaced it with her own lips. Her hands dropped to his chest, fingers clutching his vest.

Stack tasted like ash, disgusting cigarette ash that he had been addicted to since they were young. But God, did it feel good to have that taste on her tongue. Mary wasn’t the most religious, but she was sure that she felt a little of Heaven once his lips were on hers.

Just as soon as it happened, it ended. Stack pulled his head away from the woman before muttering a startled, “Oh”.

She couldn’t help but chuckle, “Aw you scared…”. Her eyes swept over Stack as he looked up at the balcony to see Smoke who was peering down at the couple with his usual stern face.

“You scared”. It wasn’t a question.

She wasn’t supposed to be here.

She could put them and every person here in danger.

And Mary knew how much Stack didn't like pissing Smoke off. That was his big brother after all. She always had immense respect for how much the man loved his twin. But the amusement still traced all over her features.

“Nah”, he defended, “Just that you somebody else’s”.

“Hmm”, Mary’s hands slid up his chest before finding the collar to his vest, “So you rob trains and banks…”, she lowered her head, giving Stack those big doe eyes that she knew he loved, “But you can’t steal this pussy for a night?”.

She didn’t need to say anything else. With her hands peeled away from his body, Mary slowly strides from the man, eyes never leaving his until she cut a corner into a separate room. There wasn’t any question Stack was following closely behind, because she knew he was.

He couldn’t leave her even if he wanted to.

The sound of the door closing and locking is what makes Mary turn to face him. Stack’s eyes bored deeply into hers, as if he was contemplating if this was real or not. His lips were slightly parted, letting out small, shallow breaths. Pants.

Fuck, he wanted her. He wanted her bad.

She only took a step towards him before she gripped the back of his neck with both hands and pulled him into a harsh kiss. She couldn’t waste any time. Tomorrow she would be forced back into the grasp of her husband, never to see her lover again.

There wasn’t any time for slowness, no time for love. This was raw, unadulterated passion. The line of tension after seven years of longing finally breaking free. Neither of them could turn away from this opportunity. Not when the unknown of tomorrow was on the tip of their tongues.

Stack found Mary’s waist, pulling her small body against his before his hands slid down her silk dress to find her plump ass. His eliciting a soft, deep moan from Mary's lips, “Oh Stack..”.

It was when he smacked her left assheek that she pulled her lips away. She forced Stack’s head to the side before finding the love of his ear, sucking and nibbling on it like it was a piece of candy. Stack’s eyes fluttered shut as Mary’s tongue slowly trailed across the sweet spot under his ear. He couldn’t help but groan before grabbing underneath her thighs and hoisting her up. Mary let out a small noise of shock but quickly wrapped her lithe legs around Stack’s waist as he walked them over to a small bed of hay.

“Fuckin’ missed you so much”, he whispered before diving back into her lips. He dropped down to his knees, never letting Mary’s lips go even as he laid her down gently on the hay bed. When he finally broke the kiss, he took a moment to admire her.

Short, hurried, pants left the woman’s mouth, her chest rising and falling, lips pink and bruised, and brunette hair falling around her head like a halo. She looked like an angel. A beautiful, tantalizing, fucking angel that he had stupidly let go of for all these years.

Mary’s breath hitched as Stack caressed her sides with his hands before stopping at her breast. His eyes flickered up to hers, a silent question passing through them.

She didn’t answer, only slid the straps of her dress down, allowing her breasts to be free from their contraption. Stack cupped them gently, his thumbs finding the pretty pink nipples and flicking over them. He dipped down to catch the right one in his mouth, tongue swirling over the bud, before blowing some cool air over it to make it harden.

A whine rumbled from the back of Mary’s throat and her hands held the back of Stack’s head to keep him in place, “Hmm you missed those titties, baby?”.

Stack’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, flicking the tip of it on Mary’s nipple as he kept a heated gaze with her. Mary had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself together. Stack knew how sensitive her nipples were, and he was using it to his advantage.

“Fuck yeah”, Stack groaned, eagerly giving her other breast some attention as well, “Missed these titties”.

He licked his lips as he leaned back to admire his handiwork. Mary’s nipples were now slightly red, and as he flicked his thumb on one he could tell they were even more sensitive from the way Mary jerked with a soft moan.

“Missed this pretty lil’ neck”, His lips moved to her neck, sucking and kissing at the flesh before he trailed down to the skin between her breast, giving a kiss there, before moving to her clothed abdomen.

“Missed this cute ass stomach”.

His hands stroked the top of her heels before dragging up her legs, caressing her calves for a moment before making their way to her thighs, “Mmm missed these sexy ass legs”.

Stack slid up Mary’s dress, revealing white lacy underwear. Such an innocent color despite the absolute debauched situation they were in. Damn did they look so good on her. Stack grinned, leaning over and pressing a hot a kiss on her clothed clit, “Missed this perfect fucking pussy”, he growled, stroking it slowly now with his thumb.

He slowly licked a stripe up from Mary’s perineum to her clit, chuckling when he heard the woman let out a sharp hiss and moan. Mary dropped a hand down and cradled the back of his head, “Don’t be a tease now”, she whimpered.

“Aw but you know you love it”, Stack retorts, slipping a finger in the panties so he can slide them to the side, revealing Mary’s sopping wet pussy, “Love when I tease this sensitive lil’ cunt”.

Stack licked over his bottom lip before biting down on it. He had seen plenty of pussies in his days. All from different women, all with different looks, tastes, smells. But Mary’s was by far the prettiest. Her outer lips were a slightly darker pink than her inner ones. Her cute little button hidden away by her hood that glistened slick, waiting to be touched.

He took in a deep inhale, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head, “Fuuuck you got me hard as a rock right now, baby”, his breath ghosted over her clit, not enough to give Mary the pleasure she craved but enough to make her more desperate.

His lips brush across her inner thighs. Mary tried to push him closer to her dripping core but Stack resisted, chucking at her desire. “Whatchu want, darlin’?”.

“You know what I want, Stack”, Mary moaned as she pushed her hips up to chase his mouth.

“Mhmm but I wanna hear it come from that sexy lil’ mouth”, Stack whispers, sliding his thumb down her slit. Her wetness coated him and Stack tapped her clit a few times, “Yea… make her talk to me, baby”.

Mary drops a hand between her thighs, her pointer and middle finger slowly rubbing her clit in front of Stack, causing more of her arousal to seep from her hole. His breath hitched then, and it seemed to be enough to entice him, Stack buried his face between her folds.

“Oh yes”, Mary threw her head back. She helped spread her folds apart for the man, pushing apart the outer lips and her pubic hair and moaning at each swipe from the man’s tongue, “Fuck, Stack… don’t you stop”.

Stack groaned into her pussy, plunging his tongue into her wet hole. He flicked the tip of it inside of her before pulling out, flicking her clit up and down, side to side. And fuck. Mary could hardly contain herself. She forgot how good Stack was at eating her pussy. She bit down on her bottom lip, hoping to muffle some of her noises. But some mindless rambles still managed to escape her as soft whispers.

“Yes… fuck yes, Stack. Oh you making me feel so fuckin’ good, yes, yes”.

Stack wraps his lips around her clit, sucking it hard as his fingers pound inside of her. Mary grinds her hips down, her pussy squeezing around the man’s fingers.

“Hmm yeah you know where, baby”, she groaned. Stack hummed again, giving her a gentle vibration that shot through her body as his fingers curled to pound into her g-spot, “Yeah right there…”.

Stack pulled away for a moment, tapping his tongue on Mary’s clit before giving it a sweet kiss, “You gon’ cum, darlin’? Gahead I ain’t gon’ stop you”.

She gasped, legs stilling before they began to shake, “Oh my God— Stack—!”.

“Listen to that… so fuckin’ wet for me… pretty cunt is just spoiled ain’t she?”, he laughs, wrapping his lips around her clit again. The speed of his fingers increased, fucking into harder, “I’ve spoiled this pussy huh?”.

Mary didn’t have to answer, he already knew. No one could make her feel the way Stack made her feel. No one knew her body better than Stack did. Not her husband or any other man for that matter. Her body was his, completely crafted and made just for him.

There was no doubt about it.

With his lips attacking her button again, Mary threw her head back in ecstasy. She drug her fingernails across his scalp, mostly to ground herself but also to make sure he never fucking stopped. She thanked God that he didn’t. He was done teasing her, he only wanted to make her feel good, to remind her of what she missed after all these years. Stack’s fingers curled relentlessly against that spongy spot inside of her and Mary could hardly contain it any longer. She let out a pitiful whine from her mouth as her hips chased after his mouth.

“You gon’ make me cum, Stack”, so close, she was so, so close, “Oh Stack… oh baby—-I’m fuckin’—- I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’—“. Her sentence was caught short with a string of moans. She gripped the back of the man’s head with both hands, making sure he stayed right in place as she grinned her wet pussy against his face, riding out her high.

When she finally released him, Stack licked his lips leisurely, making sure not a drop of her essence would be wasted. “Damn woman”, he groaned as he slid up her body, kissing up as he did so, “You taste like a fuckin’ dream”.

“Yeah and you love it”, She breathed with a smirk.

“Mhmm you know I do..”. Stack replied, nuzzling the space between her tits as his fingers slid between her thighs again, gently rubbing over her throbbing clit.

Mary’s jaw dropped again, her eyes fluttering close as the sensitivity from her orgasm gnawed at her, “No no, please… don’t touch… it’s sensitive..”.

Stack’s fingers slipped from her clit to her hole, immediately sliding inside as his mouth found hers. Mary let his tongue glide against hers, her legs lifting and wrapping around Stack’s waist as his fingers slowly, oh so slowly, fucked her. The aftershocks of her release still lingered but they were quickly subsiding as Stack continued to kiss her with everything in him. His jeans were tight now, constricting against his hard dick.

Mary gilded her own hand down to palm him in his slacks. A grin pulled at her lips when she heard his groan and she pulled her lips away to murmur, “Is this for me?”.

Stack grips Mary’s thigh with his free hand, attempting to ground himself but the woman only giggles in response, “Yeah?”, she whispered, rolling her palm against his bulge a little harder, “It’s mines, baby?”.

“All yours, darlin’ ”, Stack breathed, catching her lips in a heated kiss once again, “You want it?”, he murmured against her lips.

“Hmm you gon’ give it to me?”.

“You gon’ take it?”.

“Yes, baby”.

He quickly unbuckled his belt with his free hand, grabbing Mary’s and sliding it in his pants, “Come get it then”.

[makethemhoesmad]

last kiss

pazzi angst i dare say

it’s july 9th motherfrickers

i wrote this shit by myself because the people i asked for help did not answer

—

azzi sat stationary on the floor in the cabin her family was occupying, tucked away from everyone else. she was turned toward the window, wrapped up in a hoodie she shouldn’t be nuzzling her face into. thinking about someone she surely shouldn’t be missing right now, not after what had happened. not after what she’d said.

~

paige laughs, letting a tiktok restart for what must have been at least the third time. or maybe it was the fifth. oh. it was only a screen recording of a story she’d watched over and over again before it went away, of a girl kneeling on herself, reading a book while a game was played around her. not just a girl, actually. her girl. her azzi. well, not hers anymore.

~

azzi presses play on her third uconn game rewatch of the night. this time, it’s her favorite one. senior night, from this year. paige was glowing, from the moment she woke up in the morning, to when she fell asleep tucked against azzi that night. azzi hadn’t slept well that night, but she was content with watch the beautiful girl in her arms breath in and out. now, all she has is these games, because she fucked it all up.

~

paige thinks back to the last time she saw azzi, in washington almost two weeks ago. and she thinks of what she said, what she offered, and how azzi turned her down.

~~

“i know i gotta travel a bunch, but what if you just came with me,” paige asks azzi, nudging her playfully. 

“ha, you know we can’t, paige,” azzi states firmly. paige tilts her head to the side questioningly, not seeing the issue.

“why not baby? i’ll miss you too much and we could go see nika play together! i see no problem.” 

being honest, neither did azzi. she had nothing, only an invite for a vacation with her family, and they would understand.

“paige, they’ll know. they already are suspicious, that’s all people talk about. this would only

clarify it.”  

and there it is.

“so that’s why, right? because you’re fucking embarrassed to be with me? you don’t want to have those rumors. so you’re just gonna avoid me. alright, got it.” paige snorts at her own words, at the absurdity of them.

“it’s not like that. it’s just, you have this huge platform built on your career, and i don’t want that to come crashing down because of our relationship, baby please you have to understand this.” azzi doesn’t know what else to say, do, to make paige get it.

“puh-lease. half of my fan base is teenage girls that wanna fuck me. they won’t give two fucks.” paige knows she’s being vulgar, she’s being rude, but she doesn’t care.

“that’s not the point. the point is that teammates shouldn’t date each other and it’ll only cause problems.” 

azzi’s right. deep down, paige knows that. so, she doesn’t know why she lets her words tumble out of her mouth.

“fucking fine, then. we don’t gotta date if you don’t wanna.” and then she goes home.

~

the scent of paige’s hoodie makes azzi miss her even more. she’s in bed now, holding it in her arms and thinking of the night before the day it all happened, the day they fell apart. she thinks of how they kissed that morning, and how she didn’t realize it would be their last. she’s about to fall asleep, letting tears run off her face and into the worn cloth of the sweater, when she hears a car door outside.

~

paige wonders if she should’ve called azzi first, told her she was showing up to say sorry. it’s too late now, she’s already here. she doesn’t even have to knock on the door. it’s unlocked, thanks to azzi’s brother, who was perfectly willing to leave it just so paige could “get azzi out of her fucking mood”. paige hoped she could. 

~

azzi’s scared. she doesn’t know why she heard a car door, and she doesn’t know why the front door just opened. she’s cowering under her blankets when a shadow walks into her room, and just as she’s about to scream, she recognizes it. 

“paige,” she breathes. in an instant, paige has flung herself onto the bed, onto azzi.

“azzi, azzi, i’m sofuckingsorry. i never shoulda said that shit to you, it’s all on me, i need to be with you so bad, all i can think about is you, and, and, and.”

she trails off, sinking her face into azzis chest, unable to continue. azzi strokes her hair soothingly, while speaking.

“paige, darling, i know, i know. it’s okay, i forgive you, all of you.” 

paige starts to sit up, starts to say something, but azzi won’t let her get it out.

“shhh, baby, sleep. i know you musta had a long drive to get all the way here, and all i want from you as an i’m sorry is a night with you here, in my arms.

and then they’re asleep, holding each other like they never left.