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hearts4johnwick · 2 days ago

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Accidental Blessing. / Johnny Storm.

SUMMARY. 𝜗𝜚 johnny comes to your house one day inciting you to a mission to outer space, which reed gave permission to invite anyone he would like—who else would he invite if not you? but, what you thought would be a great adventure with your boyfriend, took a turn for the worse.

CW. 𝜗𝜚 4.4K words. fluff, angst. established relationship, make outs, radiation storm incident, johnny loves you more than anything.

A/N. 𝜗𝜚 YES, reader after the incident is a DIRECT copy of jean grey from dark phoenix after the solar flare incident because im extremely unoriginal and her powers look so cool in dark phoenix <33. since the movie doesn’t show them getting their powers, i took the scene from the 2005 one (but this is joseph quinn’s johnny)

You yawn as your elevator doors open, the ding waking you up slightly. You walk out and head to your apartment, 224. You see your neighbor going inside theirs, but they stop to speak to you.

“Hey, sweetheart, it seems you left your door open when you left to go downstairs…” your kind neighbor says, your eyes travel to her feet, where her cat was rubbing itself on her leg.

“Thank you, Candice. Have a good night.” You say with a smile.

“You too baby.” She giggles and shuts the door. You look at the door, and you see it’s open by inches, your eyebrows furrow.

As you approach your door, you pull out the pepper spray in your purse. You open the door and you press your lips together when it creaks, groaning softly to yourself.

You mumble incoherently as you continue to hear stuff coming from the kitchen. Your eyebrows remained furrowed, but they rose when you entered the kitchen.

“Johnny?!” You exclaim. He turns around quickly and groans.

“Oh Goddammit! You weren’t supposed to be here until later.” He says as he places his fingers between the bridge of his nose.

“What are you doing here?” You question and he tilts his head.

“You gave me a spare, don’t you remember?” You close your eyes and rub your forehead, then nod.

“Yeah, I do.” You exhale. Johnny approaches you and rubs your arms gently.

“You okay?” He asks, your eyes still shut, you lean into his arms and press your face to his chest, listening as his heart begins to race. “Oh.”

“I’m just tired.” You mumble and he hums.

“Well, I made charcuterie, and I just opened a bottle of wine, don’t let it go to waste. Let’s rest on the couch and eat it.”

“Johnny.” You call out his name in a whimper, as if you were about to cry. His eyebrows raised. “I would love that.” You jump and wrap your arms around his torso, urging him to take you to the couch without another word. He places you down on the couch softly and then he brings the wine and charcuterie.

When he sat down, you sat closer to him, wrapping your arms around his and resting your head comfortably onto his shoulder, he chuckled and placed a kiss on your head.

“What did you do today?” Taking in his mouth some cheese and a strawberry.

“Woke up at 5. Went to the gym. Then brunch with the girls, then we went to the mall, then later we went for dinner, until finally I’m home.” You say, a bit mumbly since you were tired out of your mind. “And you?”

“Was at the Baxter building with Sue and Reed.” He says and you hum.

“All day? You texted me but I don’t remember what time it was.” You say and he nods.

“Yeah, all day.”

“What did you guys do?” You ask him and he stays silent for a split second.

“Reed found this massive storm of cosmic radiation traveling through Earth’s atmosphere.” He says, and your eyebrows raise.

“Woah—“ you exclaim, but Johnny cuts you off.

“That’s not all. Reed wants to study it further. He wants us to go and see it, too.” Johnny says, looking at you, grip firm on your hands.

“Wow, Johnny, that’s amazing but, I’m literally a veterinarian. I don’t think veterinarians belong in space.”

“Baby, please.” He says, cupping your cheeks softly, eyes begging for your company. “Everything is going to be okay. Look, all of us are gonna go—Reed, Sue, Ben, and me! Reed said I could invite you, because he knows everything will be alright.”

You and Johnny stay looking at each other in silence, minutes go by, you look away from him but he pulls your face for you to see him again. His fingers graze over your lips, eyes still begging for you.

“I’m too scared.” You didn’t want to sound like a wuss, but, you had to be honest.

“I will be too, if you don’t come with me.” His eyes glow, you can see your reflection in them. “I can call Reed, tell him to tell you that everything is going to be alri—“

“Okay, fine, I’ll go.” Johnny is cut off by those four words, and your hands on his cheek.

“S-seriously?!” He smiles widely and you return it, you nod and he exclaims. He raises his arms and then wraps you in a warm embrace. You laugh as he begins to smother you in kisses as he lays you back down.

Now, he’s hovering over you, his finger tracing the features in your face, thumb grazing your full lips. Your thumb caresses his cheekbone back and forth, and you share a smile as you lose yourself in each other’s eyes.

“God, I love you.” Johnny whispers. Your smile turns white, brightening the look on Johnny’s face.

“I love you more.” You reply and he now returns the toothiest smile. He leans down and places a soft peck on your lips, which quickly turns into something more.

“You know you’re wrong.” He says as he pulls away, his lips still brushing against yours as he speaks. You smile and scoff.

“We’re not having this discussion.” You pull him back into the kiss, your hands playing with his hair as his thumb caresses your hips.

𓂃

“Alright. Blasting off in 10…” Reed begins the countdown until the ship takes off, and you breathe in heavily and swallow the lump in your throat.

You look to your side and look at Johnny, who smiles at you then extends his hand, which you take. You hold it tightly as the ship begins to shake. “3…” as Reed approached the final number, you shut your eyes, your fist tightening its grip on your seatbelt and Johnny’s hand, you swore you could almost crush it.

When you open your eyes, you find yourself already leaving Earth’s atmosphere, and you gasp. It’s all happening too fast for you to take in, you begin to panic, but try your best not to show it.

It took you half an hour to arrive at the space station where you would be staying for studies of the radiation. Your ship rests above the station and all of you leave to go to your designated rooms.

“We’re so glad you could come, ___!” Sue says, you smile and dismiss her.

“I was forced, practically dragged out of the comforts of my own home by your lovely brother, but, I’m here to enjoy spending time with you, and seeing your work.” Both Reed and Sue nod in approval before they head to their room.

You head to your room and leave your things resting beside the bed. You take in a deep breath and give your neck a quick massage, you crack a few knuckles, and check yourself in the mirror before heading to Johnny’s room.

“First mission together…” you say excitedly as you go behind him, placing your arms on his shoulder, he smiles and turns around.

“And certainly not last.” He says, placing his hands on your hips. You grimace and exhale sharply.

“Hmm, don’t push your luck.” You now place your hand above his cheek, brushing his eyebrow.

“Oh come on, after this mission you’re going to love it so much you’re gonna wanna go on every single one! With or without me, preferably with me…” he says and you chuckle.

“Yeah, with you because if something happens, I don’t want to die alone.” You smile widely and he sputters.

“You’ll never be alone, you know that. Not as long as I’m living and breathing.” Your face softens and you see that familiar twinkle in his eye as he speaks to you.

“You better be right, Johnny.” You raise yourself on your tip-toes and place a soft kiss on his lips, breaking away quickly.

“Am I ever wrong, though?” You laugh sarcastically and meanly. Johnny furrows his eyebrows.

“Oh, Johnny. When are you not?” Your lips trail from his eyes to his lips, then his eyes again. Your hands are now traveling from his neck to his torso.

“That’s not true.” He says and you hum.

“You wanna test that theory?” You back off, crossing your arms.

“Try me.” He says and you scoff.

“Alright.” You look down, thinking of a question. “Let’s go simple. What’s my favorite col—“

“Purple.” He cuts you off, catching you off guard, and your face lights up. He hums, raising an eyebrow. “Favorite food is sushi, favorite date location is being home and painting, favorite flowers are orchids—“

“But those are easy ques—“ you cut him off, but then, he cuts you off.

“I’m not done.” He says, you recoil and smile. “Favorite animal is a whale shark, favorite movie is Downtown Beauty, the original one from the 50’s—“

“Aha! You’re wrong.”

“What?! No, it’s definitely Downtown Beauty, with Jennifer…what’s her name?”

“It’s actually the sequel… Downtown Baby.” Johnny furrows his eyebrows, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

“What the f…” you approach him and place a hand on his forearm.

“It’s okay baby, at least you know me well enough for basic stuff.” You shrug and he rolls his eyes playfully. “Alright, you want redemption? I’ll give you redemption.”

“I got this.”

“How old was I when my mother abandoned me?” Johnny stays silent, his ears getting red by the sudden change of mood. “Johnny.” You call him out, eyebrows knitted together, confused on whether he knows or not. “Serious—“

“7.” He as usual, gets it correct. You roll your eyes and he laughs. You cross your arms and turn around, but he grabs your forearm and pulls you to him. “I know you more than you know yourself.” You hum in annoyance but when he wraps his arms around you, you smile.

You place your chin on his chest, looking up at him. “I just remembered we’re in space right now.” Johnny traces the scar right below your right eye and he hums.

“Yeah, kind of crazy.”

“Kind of?” You chuckle. “I was kind of having a panic attack when we were taking off.”

“I know.” You tilt your head.

“Your lip quivers when you’re anxious or panicking, also, your right eye kind of twitches, especially around the scar area.” You look at him in pure awe, how had he been so watchful of these things you didn’t even know about yourself.

“Oh, Johnny.” You swear you kind of tear up, Johnny has always been laid back, he always showed his love for you, of course, but you never thought that he would be capable of loving you beyond kisses, hugs, and simple I love yous. “I love you.” He smiles and bends down slightly to kiss you, and you raise yourself on your tip-toes to kiss him back.

You grip his hair tightly, as the kiss goes further than just a peck, you feel his arms tighten their grip around your waist, but then you break apart to catch your breath. You lay your foreheads against each other and stay there in soft silence.

That was until you were rudely interrupted by Reed’s loud running footsteps. You both recoil, your heels now touch the ground normally, and a disturbed, Reed catching his breath stands on Johnny’s doorstep.

“What? What?” Johnny asks, you place a hand on his chest to calm him down.

“Reed, what’s wrong? Where’s Sue?” You ask as well, and Reed finally answers.

“The storm. It’s coming, and it’s coming now.” He says, in a terrified tone. You look at Johnny, concerned.

“What? I thought you said it wasn’t going to be here for another 7 hours!” Johnny asks, and Reed shakes his head.

“We need to abort, now!”

“What?!” You exclaim. Reed then leaves. “Johnny…” You look at him, your soft look weakening his heart.

“Stay here.” He caresses your hand and goes after Reed.

You look around and swallow the lump in your throat, your breath shaking. Of course, due to pure curiosity, you leave Johnny’s bedroom and walk to the nearest window, and see the massive storm, you gasp, but your fright doesn’t begin until you notice a familiar space suit on the railing outside, your eyes widen.

“Oh my God! Ben is still out there!” You grab an earpiece lying on a console right next to you and put it on. “Hello?! Hello?! Ben! Ben! You need to get out of there now!”

“But sweetheart, I ain’t done yet.”

“Ben, I don’t care! The s-storn is here! Come back!” You shout frantically into the microphone. You look out the window and see him making his way back, but the bright and colorful storm of pure cosmic radiation follows behind him. “Oh God!” You go over to a console which is made for the exit chamber, you pull a lever and the doors open. You see Ben inches away from entering.

“Ben!” You yell out for him, begging to God that he could somehow hear you as you bang your hand on the glass, because the cloud just got to the doorstep, but not him.

You hear footsteps behind you, but you’re too distracted by the storm you stay frozen, shock has taken over your body, paralyzing every bone.

“Get away from the doors!” Reed’s screams muffle as you get blinded by the storm.

“No, no!” Johnny couldn’t even get inches close to you before you were impacted by the storm.

The impact of the storm sends Ben flying into the exit, unconscious. While you were knocked off your feet, but not onto the ground. The radiation of the storm taking a whole of your whole body, and your body takes all the energy, even as you scream in agony.

Johnny attempted to extend his arm to you, to get a hold of you, but he couldn’t, his body was also taking the same energy yours was, same with Reed, and Sue.

You were a direct hit for the storm, the main target. Ben was the first to get hit, but you were the one who took all the radiation, slipping into your veins, bloodstream, and heart.

Johnny fought the storm with all his mind, as he crawled to you, just to get a hold of you. He called out your name, screamed out your name, but you had no response, not even after the storm had passed.

Your limp body drops to the ground. Johnny mutters a soft “no…” but that didn’t stop him from pushing himself, pushing his body by putting one arm in front of the other and dragging himself. He groans as he sits up.

He grabs your body and cradles you, you’re burning from the touch, but this doesn’t have an effect on Johnny. He moves the hair out of your face and rubs your cheek.

You force your eyes open, but with no success. Your vision is blurry, but you know the one holding you is who you love. “Johnny.” You call out, dragging your raspy voice, breathless.

You try to raise a hand but fail, but Johnny grabs it and places it on his cheek. While looking at you, Johnny caught a glance or something odd. Your eyes flashed orange, a fiery orange. His eyebrows raised, the more he looked at you, the more he saw. Your skin was cracking, as that of a broken porcelain doll, or cracked walls, again, glowing a fiery orange through the cracks.

“I-I’m here.” He says, but you close your eyes again and rest your eyes, and as for your breathing, it’s there, but barely noticeable, same as your heartbeat. “No…no…” Johnny whispers, holding you close to him, hugging you.

“Oh my God!” Reed and Sue enter, Reed is holding Sue by her arm around his shoulder. She places her hand in her mouth, as tears seep through.

“Is she…” Reed asks. Johnny looks up, tears rolling down.

“I don’t—I don’t know.” Reed approaches you, grabbing your face. He places his hand below your nose to check your breathing, and his ear on your chest, to check your heartbeat.

“She needs severe medical attention. Now. If she doesn’t…” Reed begins, Johnny’s expression changes.

“If she doesn’t, what? What will happen? Can’t you help her?!” Johnny questions angrily, and Sue puts her hand on his shoulder, caressing him and calming him down.

“Johnny. She needs help on Earth. We have a medical center here but… nothing compared to what they can do on earth.” Reed assures and Johnny turns back at you, once again bringing you closer, resting his forehead against your head.

“Let’s just go.”

“Where’s Ben?”

𓂃

“Ahh, hey Ben! How are you feeling?” Ben walks in, rubbing and cracking his neck as Reed slaps him on the back.

“I feel… drained. How long was I out?”

“3 days.” Ben’s eyebrows raised.

“Holy moly…” he exclaims and Reed chuckles, eyes going back to his computer. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve been running some tests every day since we landed back on Earth. It’s weird how all—“ Reed begins, but stops quickly to clear his throat. “Most of us survived perfectly fine.” Johnny shoots Reed an unpleasant look.

“Wait, most?” Ben looks around, Reed, check. Sue, check. Johnny, check. “Where’s ___?” He asks for you.

There’s a silence that fills the room, almost a grieving one. “She’s… she’s in critical condition.” Johnny looks down, shutting his eyes. “She was the one whose body absorbed the most energy—“

“But, I was the first one to get hit, and look at me.” Ben adds.

“Yes, you’re correct, but, since your body shut down almost immediately your body was rejecting the energy. ____ took it all, we took what was left. It’s like the storm was attracted to her, as if the target was her.” Johnny clenches his fists against the desk and breathes out. “She should be dead.” Reed adds, and Johnny raises.

“But she’s not. So can we stop pretending like she is?” Johnny speaks, loudly, making his point heard across the entire room.

“Johnny…” Sue calls him out softly, but he sighs.

“I’m gonna go…check up on her.” He informs and storms off.

Upon arriving in your medical room, Johnny sniffles, rubbing his nose. He looks at you from outside before he enters.

As he approaches you, he stands next to your bed, watching you rest. Then, he begins to feel every stage, Denial. Reed is just being exaggerated, you shouldn’t be dead, you’re fine, just like all of them.

He grabs a chair and sits down, grabbing your cold hand and kissing it. “Baby, please…” his hand moves up to your face, brushing an eyebrow, which then travels down to your cheek to caress your cheekbone.

As he begins to feel his anger come in, his blood boiling as he begins to think of everything he could’ve done to save you, or at least prevent you from getting as hurt as you did.

You swallow, your throat burns and you quickly sneer, but your face softens when you recognize the soft touch around your hands, but you can’t open your eyes just yet. The potent lights are hurting you, but you manage to utter his name, so soft he didn’t hear it the first time.

“Johnny.” Your eyes open by millimeters, blurry, but you can see his distinctive blonde hair.

You hear him gasp, then he stands up, hovering above you. “Baby, baby…” he caresses your hair and cups your cheeks. “Oh my, God.”

“Johnny.” Your voice cracks, and your eyes begin to pool with tears. You raise your weak arm and bring him close, hugging him and crying your eyes out.

You stay embraced in each other until the moment you tell him you need water, he quickly brings you a cup which you nearly chug down, but he tells you to drink slowly.

“What happened?” You question, and Johnny’s face lifts, his thumb caresses your hand.

“Baby…you don’t—remember?” He questions, and you look into his eyes, your soft, innocent look makes him sigh. He kisses your hand and begins to explain.

By the time he’s done explaining, it’s been almost 30 minutes, and you’re already feeling better—you think it must’ve been the nearly 4-day coma that made you feel weak and drained.

After your talk, you tell Johnny you want to see the rest of the family, and he demands you stay in bed, and that he’ll tell them to come to you, but you deny.

You change into some more comfortable clothes, and Johnny helps you with walking, since you still feel just a little bit weak, and also he’s scared, he sees you fragile now, and horrified of the moment when he turns around and you’ll no longer be there.

“Oh my, God!” Sue exclaims with a gasp, announcing your entrance. Reed and Ben smile and approach you, waiting for Sue to break the hug apart so they can hug you.

Ben immediately wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly, maybe a little too tightly.

Next was Reed, who kissed you on the cheek, and next was a hug. He rubs your arms and asks “How are you feeling?”

“A little weak, must be that nearly 4-day coma feeling, but other than that, I feel fine!” You say with a smile, Reed hums.

“Do you have any memory of the events that happened?” Reed questions and you hesitate.

“I didn’t. But, Johnny told me everything. I don’t know how I’m alive.”

“Neither do we.” Ben says and you chuckle, Johnny scoffs.

“Do you mind if I run some tests on you? Just to check to see if there’s nothing wrong…” Reed asks and you nod.

“Not at all. Go ahead.”

Reed runs your tests, analyzing your blood and DNA, and so far, nothing out of the ordinary, but he dismisses you after he collects these samples so he can analyze them with patience.

As you leave Reed’s lab, you come across Johnny and he tells you to head to the terrace for a little bonfire, just the two of you, to which you agree.

“Hey, where’s Ben?” You ask Sue and Johnny keeps pulling your hand.

“He went to bed, he said he doesn’t feel too good.” Sue replies and you hum. “I might go do the same, I feel exhausted.”

“Oh, yeah, of course! Goodnight.” You dismiss her and she blows you an air kiss before you go out to the terrace with Johnny.

He starts a fire with some branches and a lighter, and after three tries, it finally catches. The bright orange light makes you flinch, you don’t know why, but you just did. And you freeze, staring at it as if you were in awe.

Johnny sits down next to you and wraps his arms around you as you lie in them. He then places a blanket over you, and you stay watching the fire.

You’ve seen fire before, orange, bright—blinding, hot. Same thing. But God, this felt different. The fire was too specific—too familiar.

You feel the vibrations of Johnny speaking against your back, but you don’t hear him speak, it’s muffled—all muffled.

You stare deep into the fire, and you see it morph into something else. You groan and close your eyes. A bright flash, a colorful storm coming your way, taking control of your body. You groan again, your eyes roll back in pain.

“What the—baby?” Johnny puts his hands around your arms, shaking you awake, but you’re out, like something is happening to you, but you’re unconscious.

Johnny gets deja vu when he sees your fiery eyes, and you cracked fiery skin. “Oh my, God.”

You stand, but you can’t stand straight, it’s as if you’re drunk, and you have to hold yourself against every single thing close to you.

You continue to groan and moan in pain as you make your way into the kitchen, you hold your head as the flashes get brighter, and your screams replay in your mind, right there, in the kitchen, you drop to your knees, and now you’re groans turn into screams, you terrify Johnny, who’s standing beside you, watching you, feeling helpless.

“No, no…” Johnny mumbles as he approaches you. He calls you by your name, but you cry out.

“Stop! Johnny, no!” You extend a hand out, prohibiting him from getting closer, but he disobeys, and once you feel his gentle touch on your arm, you can’t control your “No!” Before you can even regret yelling at him like that, you see Johnny is now about 10 feet away from you, knocked on his back—because of you.

You hold yourself up with your hands smacking the cold floor. You hold your chest as you gasp for air, you look next to you and see Johnny still lying on the ground.

You make your way to him, kneeling as you help him up. “Johnny, Johnny, oh my, God I’m so sorry…” you say as he cups your cheek.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” he winces as he grabs his side. “What…did you do?” You both look around, and see some chairs knocked down, cracked tv’s amongst fallen vases.

“I don’t—I don’t know…” you say when you look back at him.

“Reed needs to run those tests again.” He says and you nod.

Ben, Sue, and you got it the same day. Ben turned into a pile of rocks in the shape of a man, he remained Ben, just, different. Sue let out a scream when she went to the bathroom but didn’t see her reflection, and was even more impressed when she blocked a shard of glass coming her way.

Johnny got his the day after, when Reed was checking to see if he had broken something after you knocked him with one of your shockwaves. The thermometer was going through the roof, but that didn’t say much, not until he tried to do some “Get better” pancakes for you and nearly burned his hand on the oven, when you saw his entire body on fire you began to panic until you realized it wasn’t doing any damage.

Reed was testing out the millions of abilities he could have had. Laser vision, negative. Telekinesis, you and Sue already got dibs on that one. Telepathy, you. Shapeshifting, no-go. Super speed, no, slow as always. Elasticity, bingo. It was odd compared to the other four of you, but you were too deep into the euphoria of being superhuman, you didn’t pay much mind, not unless Johnny made fun of him for being the lamest.

The years after these discoveries were something else. Something your veterinarian ass could have never been prepared for—and all because of wanting to accompany your boyfriend. Though, if the opportunity presented itself once more, you would do it all over again.

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thoughtdaugh7er · 3 days ago

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"How can you not like snakes?! Just look at them!!"

Summary: Mattheo finds y/n quite amusing at her attempt to rescue his brothers basilisk.

Authors note: Just a cute little thought I had<3 Pls pls send me any requests u guys have, my pinned post shows what I write if u guys r interested, love ya!

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A loud screech is heard throughout the common room.

A green skinned, hooded, and highly venomous snake is taking course throughout the room. Shrieks of terror and fear fill the space. You gasp from your spot next to Pansy in the common room as the rest of the group stand from their respective places on the furniture.

"Oh. My. Gosh. Guys look!" You shriek in what seems to be excitement to the rest of the group causing shared is she crazy? looks to be exchanged. You could care less if you hadn't focused your attention on the huge green reptile slithering onto the couch. "Aww hello you cute baby are you lost? Where's your owner sweet girl? Do u need to be rescued?" You coo as if the snake will respond to you and say "yes I need help please thank you." You instinctively go to pet the cute animal. "Y/n! Are you insane?!" Pansy shrieks trying to pull you back to the corner she was in. "You have no idea if that thing is dangerous!" She yells before hiding behind Theodore's frame as if he's not also trying to find the nearest exit.

"But look at ittt, its just begging for some scratches! Look how adorable it is!" You walk towards the snake and stroke the scales softly receiving a satisfied hiss from the reptile as it moves its head to the direction of your hand. "Oh y/n you are an entirely different breed because what the fuck about that animal is adorable to you" Blaise says halfway up the stairs as if he speaks any louder the beast will snatch him up.

"Everything! Snakes are so cutee. Entirely misunderstood creatures. I don't know what the fear is about these guys, they're just long lizards with no legs." You say matter of factly, giggling as the snake rubs the back of his head against your cheek. "Right, like that makes them better." Theodore says huffing a laugh.

You coo at the animal turning into putty wrapped in your arms as the common room swings open.

You all look up and see Mattheo and Tom walk in with the same stone cold look they both share. Tom seems as if he's looking for something. You have a hunch of what he's missing as you look down to the reptile inches away who hasn't even noticed its owner walked in moments ago. Tom glares as he takes in the scene of you treating his beloved assistant like it's a cute little puppy and strides over with his brother at his side. Only his brother doesn't have the same glare but a smirk that looks like he's almost amused at the scene playing out in front of him. "Stealing snakes from my brother are we y/n?" Mattheo asks sarcastically looking you up and down with an eyebrow raise you know all too well from moments in potions class where he catches you staring at him. The funny part is when you look away he never does.

"Just thought she was cute" you mumble connecting the dots that the snake your currently babying is Nagini. Mattheo chuckles as his brother scoffs and reaches out for the snake only to be met with a loud fang filled hiss in retaliation. "Excuse me? What have you done to my snake? She's never done that, let alone let someone touch her." Tom sneers as he shoots daggers at you which you only return with a soft eye roll. "Oh please all I've done is pet her. Maybe she likes being treated like a pet and not an evil sidekick." You reply simply softly picking up the snake's length and handing her over to Tom.

Nagini lets out a raspy whistle of agreement making you smile in a sort of small victory. Mattheo chuckles from your jab at his brother's choice of how he should be "raising" his beloved snake. "Or maybe she just likes you more hm?" He says lowly catching eye contact with you as he slowly looks you up and down. You slightly freeze due to the contact and look down at your shoes stifling a laugh as you nervously put your foot behind the other. And Mattheo takes note of it instantly.

Tom scoffs once again turning straight on his heel and makes his way towards the door, most likely walking back to the dungeons. Mattheo gives you one more look up and down before speaking again. "You know I never took you as a girl that likes snakes," The sentence takes you for surprise as you look back up at him. He's thought about what type of girl I am? You say in your head trying not to run scenarios in your mind of him sitting down somewhere and just thinking about you.

"Well I've always liked them, since I was a kid. I mean, how can you not like snakes?! Just look at them!" You exclaim ushering towards the snake hanging off Tom's shoulders as he closes the common room door. Mattheo stifles a laugh before giving you a quick nod in agreement. "Yeah I guess you're right. Nagini does give a little bit of a cat type of vibe." He replies sitting down on the sofa you and the group were sitting on before the snake was unleashed and scared everyone out. You move to leave him alone but before you could fully he clears his throat slightly.

You look back at his brown eyes that you've noticed looked similar to a doe. He ushers his head to the empty seat next to him before softly patting it twice. You smile nervously taking the seat next to him before your nerves could take over and make you dart up the stairs. Your eyes meet again but this time longer. Comfortably. The slight smile he has plastered across his face is not really helping the butterflies forming in your stomach either. And for the first time in forever, Mattheo is grateful for that snake his brother always has around. Even if he's never liked the thing anyway.

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formulafanfics13 · 2 days ago

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OMG YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Can you please write something where reader(she/her) and max, Charles, Carlos, lando and Oscar are all giving her one orgasm each before the next guy tries and they’re trying to see who can make her squirt first🥵

make her break - MV1, OP81, LN4, CS55 & CL16 🔥

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Summary It started as a joke. A drunken dare. One girl, five drivers, and one rule: each of them gets her off before the next one can try. But soon it turns into a full-blown contest. Touching, teasing, fucking her one by one until she’s trembling, wrecked, begging for mercy. The real goal? Make her squirt first. And none of them plan on losing.

Warnings multiple drivers x reader, group sex, gangbang format, orgasm control, overstimulation, squirting, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, edging, light degradation, lots of praise, competitive doms, reader being used and ruined by multiple men, spread legs, slapping, choking, hair pulling, wet and messy, light voyeurism, slight humiliation, possessive moments, spit, creampie references, no aftercare, filthy and chaotic energy

"One orgasm each," Max said, sitting back on the couch, arms spread over the top. You were already naked. Already dripping. Already dizzy. He smirked. "Let’s see who makes you squirt first."

Charles chuckled low. “She’s shaking already. This won’t take long.”

Carlos stood behind him, sleeves rolled up. “She’ll soak the sheets before Max even touches her.”

Lando grinned. “Think she’ll say my name when it happens?”

Oscar just licked his lips and said nothing. His eyes were already locked between your legs.

It started with Charles. He was soft with it. Gentle. French. Laid you back on the bed, hands warm on your thighs, tongue sliding between your folds like he already knew exactly what made you melt.

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmured against your pussy, then moaned when you arched into his mouth.

His tongue was perfect. Flat and wide. Then curling. Then two fingers slid in, crooking just right, just deep enough. You came in minutes. Loud. Shaking.

The boys clapped like it was a sport.

Charles stood up with a satisfied smile. “Et voilà.”

Carlos was next. He didn’t waste time. “Lie on your stomach.”

You obeyed. He pulled you up to your knees, ass in the air, face down. Then he spread you open, muttered something in Spanish, and shoved two fingers in deep, fast, relentless.

You screamed.

“Louder,” he ordered, rubbing your clit with his other hand. “Let them hear it.”

You came again. Gushing. But not squirting.

He smirked. “Close.”

Lando pushed him aside. “Let me try.”

He kissed you first. Deep and filthy. While his fingers slipped between your thighs like they belonged there.

He added a third finger fast. No warning. No mercy. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, lips brushing your jaw. “Show them you’re mine.”

You sobbed. Came again. Harder. But still not the winner.

Lando groaned. “Fucking hell.”

Oscar stepped in next. He didn’t speak. Just pushed you back. Spread your legs wider. Slid his tongue in like he’d done it before. He was slow. Precise. Evil.

He didn’t let you come. He edged you. Teased. Tapped your clit with two fingers and just watched.

“You’re fucking mean,” you gasped.

He smirked. Said nothing.

Then he shoved three fingers in, curled them, licked your clit once and you came so hard you screamed his name. Still not squirting.

“Fuck,” Oscar muttered, wiping his mouth. “She’s right there.”

Max stood. Everyone got quiet. He didn’t smile. Didn’t rush. He just walked over, tilted your chin up, and kissed you slow.

“You ready, baby?”

You nodded, trembling. He laid you flat. Hooked your legs over his shoulders. Pressed his palm down on your stomach.

Then he fucked you with his fingers like it was an exorcism. Hard. Fast. Mean. “Come on,” he growled. “Give it to me. Squirt all over my fucking hand.”

You screamed. Cried. Clawed at the sheets. Then your body snapped.

You came harder than you ever had. Soaking the bed. His arm. The floor. Everyone froze.

Max smirked. “Winner.”

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lazysoulwriter · 2 days ago

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even when it’s hard ── .✦

requested! thank you. content: emotional support, mental health struggles, safe space, comfort, affirmations, softness, no fix-it arc — just being held through it.

It’s not a dramatic breakdown. Not loud. Not cinematic.

It’s just... hard.

Everything feels a little heavier today. Brushing your teeth took twenty minutes of convincing. Your body feels like it’s not yours. And the silence in your head is the worst kind — the kind that echoes with you’re not enough in the corners you try to ignore.

You’re sitting on the bathroom floor, knees to your chest, hoodie pulled over your hands, trying to remember how to breathe without it hurting.

That’s where Pedro finds you.

He doesn’t say anything at first. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong or why you’re crying or what happened.

He just drops to his knees and pulls you into his chest.

Warm, safe, familiar.

His hoodie sleeves smell like laundry detergent and skin and home.

You don’t speak. Just press your face into his neck and let the tears fall. He rocks you gently, arms wrapped tight, like he’s trying to anchor you back to something solid.

After a while, he whispers, “I’m right here, baby. I’ve got you.”

Your hands fist the fabric of his shirt.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you say, voice hoarse.

He pulls back, just enough to look at you.

“There’s nothing wrong with you.”

You shake your head, frustrated. “I can’t even move, Pedro. I can’t think. I hate this. I feel like I’m ruining everything.”

He cups your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks.

“You’re not ruining anything,” he says softly. “You’re allowed to have bad days. You’re allowed to not be okay. And you’re still the person I love more than anything in the world. Even like this.”

Your breath hitches.

“I just feel broken.”

“You’re not broken,” he says, firm now. “You’re human. And you’re doing your best. And I see how hard that is for you sometimes. But I also see how strong you are, even when you don’t feel it.”

You look at him, eyes swimming. “Why do you stay?”

He smiles, so gently. “Because I love you. And I don’t just love the good days. I love all of them. Even the quiet ones. Even the heavy ones.”

You cry again. Not from pain this time — but from the strange, aching relief of being held.

He helps you up eventually. Brushes your hair from your face. Makes you sit on the couch with your favorite blanket and a cup of tea, while he puts on your comfort movie and keeps touching your ankle just so you know he’s there.

“You don’t have to be okay right now,” he tells you. “You just have to be.”

And when you fall asleep with your head on his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear, the world feels just a little more survivable.

✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

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ilovefictionmen · 1 day ago

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JJK men caught you pleasuring yourself after they've finished their 2-weeks mission in Shibuya

( satoru, nanami , geto, toji, sukuna )

GOJO SATORU

You think he's still out. You just wanted to take the edge off. Just a little.

You lie back, breathing hard, legs open, fingers grazing your thighs as you watch something filthy, imagining it’s him.

You're whispering his name when—

Gojo from the doorway, smug as hell

—“…You calling for me, or should I come back later?”

Your soul leaves your body. He’s leaning on the doorframe, blindfold gone, pale blue eyes locked on you. Hungry.

—“Toru?! I—I didn’t know—!”

— “Two weeks I’ve been out there risking my pretty face—and this is how you treat me? Tsk tsk.”

He tosses your phone aside.

—“You couldn’t wait for me, huh? Fine. Let me make it up to you—with interest.

That night, he has you sobbing into the pillows, legs shaking, and saying his name right this time.

KENTO NANAMI

It’s a soft evening. You lit a candle. Put on something that he likes. You’re sprawled out, thighs parted, one hand between your legs, body shivering, breath catching.

You don’t hear him come in. Not until—

“…You’re touching my pussy without me?”

You choke on your gasp.

Nanami setting his briefcase down, eyes blazing “Darling. That’s theft.”

You try to sit up, embarrassed, but he’s already unbuttoning his sleeves, slowly, deliberately.

— “Go on. Show me how desperate you got in my absence. Let me watch you first.”

You whimper. He doesn't blink.

Then he kneels at the edge of the bed, presses a kiss to your inner thigh, and murmurs “Then I’ll remind you why no video can compare to the real thing.”

SUGURU GETO

You thought you had time. Just enough to slip your hand into your panties and chase that heat that had been building for weeks.

But just as you slide a finger down—his voice comes, low, amused.

— “Now, what do we have here?”

You jolt upright. He’s sitting in the doorway, arms folded. Watching you like you’re his favorite sin.

— “I—I didn’t mean to—!” you panicked

—He chuckled “Don’t stop now. I’m curious. What were you thinking about?”

You stammer something incoherent. He walks over, takes your wrist gently, then pushes your hand back where it was.

Geto whispering “Let me guide you. Show me how much you missed me.”

You cry out as he traces his fingers over your pussy, commanding every movement.

He doesn’t take over. Not yet.

He makes you perform. For him.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

You were so close. Literally.

Breath hitching, back arched, hand just slipping into your shorts when—

— “Oh, really? You were gonna fuck yourself without telling me?”

You don’t even get a second to explain. He’s already throwing his jacket off, jaw clenched, pupils dilated.

— “Two weeks of hell and the second I get home you’re cumming to someone else’s voice?”

He grabs your wrist, pins it above your head, and snarls:

—“Wrong move, baby. If you’re that needy, let me show you how a real man handles it.”

You try to protest. He cuts you off with his mouth on yours, rough and filthy.

That night, you’re ruined. Loud, overstimulated, and thoroughly punished.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

You were starved. So you let go for just a minute—knees up, head thrown back, fingers ghosting your heat.

Right as you moan, "Fuck… please—"

He answers.

— “Please , what? You want me to take over? Or were you begging that pathetic video to fuck you harder?”

You freeze. Eyes wide.

—“Disgusting. But entertaining.”

He circles you like a predator.

— “You miss being split open so bad you resort to low-grade trash like that?”

You try to pull the blanket up. He rips it away.

— “No hiding. You started this. Now lie back and suffer.”

He doesn’t even let you speak.

You’re seeing stars—and new dimensions—by the time he’s finished.

| didn't put the others cuz they're minors 😞🖖 but anyways I'm writing a new oneshot it's like a fluff but messy something like that 😛😛

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ibuprofein · 2 days ago

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producer! eren x reader x rich!connie

↳ ❝ [smut. no words needed. two holes, two boys.] ¡! ❞

↳ 𝑰 (𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆) , 𝑰𝑰 (𝑬𝒓𝒆𝒏) , 𝐈𝐕

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It starts with Eren.

He pulls up to your place late one night, not unannounced—but not expected, either. You open the door in one of your silky satin nightgowns that barely touches the bottom of your cheeks and nothing else. He steps inside, his eyes dragging down your bare legs before he speaks.

“You think you can ghost me for days,” he says lowly.

You open your mouth, but before you can answer—another knock.

Your heart skips. You already know.

Connie.

He walks in like he owns the place. He always has.

Diamond earrings catching the light, grey sweats hanging low and showing off his boxers underneath, his chain glinting over his chest. He eyes Eren, then turns to you with that signature smirk.

“So this the lil’ secret producer boy I been hearing about?”

Eren steps forward. “She told you about me?”

“She didn’t have to.”

There’s silence for a moment. It’s thick. Heavy. You’re caught between them. And for once—you don’t feel the urge to run or lie.

“I wasn’t gonna choose,” you finally say, voice low. “I wanted both.”

Eren’s brow twitches, his jaw clenched. Connie just laughs under his breath and licks his lips.

“¿Tú oíste eso?” Connie says, glancing at Eren. “She said she wants both.”

Eren doesn’t respond right away. But then—

“I’ve had her moaning in the studio so loud, it echoed off the sound panels.”

“Cool,” Connie nods, stepping closer to you. “I’ve had her shaking in penthouses, damn near cryin’ when I put her in designer right after I made her come.”

You exhale. Hard. You should be embarrassed. You should want to end this.

But instead… you press your thighs together and whisper, “Then maybe you both should show me what happens when I don’t have to choose.”

Next thing you know, you’re lying back on your plushy couch, completely naked. Eren leans against the wall next to the couch, shirtless, tattoos gleaming under the low light, a blunt burning slow between his fingers. His eyes are locked on you. Watching every rise and fall of your chest, every twitch of your thighs. His tongue drags along his bottom lip like he’s already had a taste and is greedy for more.

And Connie?

He’s right between your legs, rings cold against your thighs as he spreads them open. His buzzcut is fresh, that sharp little design etched into the side of his fade catching the light as he dips his head—mouth just above your soaked pussy.

He glances up at you and grins, Dominican accent thick when he says, “Mira esta princesa… already wet like this and we barely even touched her.”

You squirm under his grip, thighs twitching, breath shaky. “Connie…”

“Mm-mm,” he hums, kissing the crease of your inner thigh. “You wanted both of us, right? So you better be ready, mami.”

Eren pushes off the wall and walks over, towering behind you on the couch. He crouches beside your face, presses his lips to yours—slow, smoky, sweet. Then his mouth moves to your ear.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty with your legs open like this,” he breathes. “You really want us at the same time?”

You nod, dazed. “Please.”

“You hear that?” Connie says, slipping his fingers beneath your panties. “She said please.”

And then his mouth is on you—hot, tongue dragging over your clit slow and deliberate. He sucks, kisses, tongue swirling and teasing while his fingers curl inside you. His gold chain swings against your thigh as he moans against your pussy, like he could eat you for hours.

Eren’s behind you now, hands gripping your tits, thumbs brushing your nipples, watching every shiver and gasp that leaves your lips.

“That feel good?” he asks, voice hoarse.

You can’t even answer. Your hips roll against Connie’s mouth, your moans tangled with the sound of Eren whispering in your ear, kissing your neck, telling you how perfect you are.

Then Eren pulls back, stands, undoes his belt.

“You ready to be full, baby?” he asks, low and slow. “We’re gonna make sure you feel us everywhere.”

Connie stands too, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, licking your slick from his fingers.

“She ready,” he smirks. “She beggin’ for it.”

They trade places like they’ve done this before—Connie behind you now, his hands on your hips as he lines up. Eren kneels between your thighs, stroking his cock while he watches you breathe fast, your legs spread, your body trembling.

Then Connie pushes in—slow, thick, deep—and you cry out, already struggling to breathe.

“Shh,” Connie murmurs, grabbing your waist and tugging you back onto him. “I got you, mamita. Take all of it.”

While he’s stretching you out from behind, Eren leans in and rubs his dick against your lips.

“You think you can handle both of us?” he says. “You better.”

You can barely nod before he’s pushing into your mouth, slow and deliberate, his hand cradling the back of your head.

And now you’re stuffed. Full.

Connie groaning behind you as he thrusts deep and slow, his hand wrapped around your throat from behind. Eren fucking your mouth like it’s his only salvation, thumb brushing your cheek, praising you through gritted teeth.

“Look at you,” Eren pants. “Fucking perfect.”

“Such a good girl,” Connie groans, “taking us both like this…”

Their rhythm syncs. Every thrust is matched—Connie dragging against your sweet spot, Eren sliding between your lips, both men groaning as your body shakes in their grip.

You moan around Eren’s dick, tears spilling down your cheeks. Your body is overstimulated. Euphoric. Gone.

And they don’t stop.

They take turns—Connie laying you flat on your back, pounding into you while Eren strokes your face, kissing your lips when you cry out. Then they flip you over—Eren taking you from behind while Connie slides his dick past your lips, hand caressing your cheek, telling you how beautiful you look with tears and spit dripping down your chin.

“You were made for this,” Connie groans. “Made for us.”

You come once, then twice. Legs shaking, voice hoarse, nails dragging down Eren’s back.

And when they both finally finish—together—it’s messy. Deep. Possessive. One inside, one across your chest, both of them panting, their bodies pressed to yours like they’ll never let you leave.

After, they clean you up. Wrap you in a blanket. Eren lights a new blunt. Connie orders food. They’re already talking shit to each other across your bed.

And you?

You’re right in the middle.

Exactly where they want you.

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onlyywwon · 1 day ago

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pretty little baby - p.js (mdni)

☆ ( 星星 ) ... "jay loves to take care of you, and it is his duty as your boyfriend to fulfill all your needs." ‘ 连字符 ’ ♡ :

── ˙ ̟ ★ pairing: bf!jay + fem!reader ⟡ !

── ˙ ̟ ★ genre: smut (unprotected sex (don't!), f recieving, p in v, dom!jay, sub!reader, praise, jay has a oral fixation lol, implied breeding, nicknames: baby, doll, beautiful girl, love, angel, pretty girl...) ⟡ !

── ˙ ̟ ★ wc: 3.2k

╰ a/n: i'm back from the dead ! @hoonlubbylubr my love, this is for youu !! happy 19th to my fav girl isa ! i love you so much please :(( all my homies talking ab post 'fatal trouble' recording jay, so i had to :<

jay is a provider, he’s calm, responsible, and incredibly in tune with you, even before you say anything. and he takes pride in it, in making sure you’re cared for, safe and all your needs are well attended to — physically, mentally and emotionally.

he notices when you’re tired, even before you utter a word. you’re barely through the door, and he’s already pulling you into his arms, reaching for the bag on your shoulder, slipping it off for you and putting it on the console next to the door, his embrace never slipping.

“long day?” he’d whisper, guiding you to sit down on the couch and rest, while he goes to fetch you a glass of water and heat up something to eat.

his love language is acts of service. he’s the type to silently refill the snack drawer when all your favorite ones are over. he’s the type to shift you into a comfortable position and drape a blanket over your resting body, when you fall asleep on the couch. he’s the type to remind you to take your meds, or drink water, or to eat something, when you’re busy and get forgetful, whether it’s by text or in person.

“you don’t have to do everything alone, y’know?” he’d murmur into your ear when you’re overwhelmed, holding you close, one hand stroking your head, the other rubbing your back gently — embracing you like he wants to absorb the weight from your shoulders.

jay is the type to handle things even before you realize they needed to be taken care of. the umbrella in his hand is already open and over your head when you feel the faintest drizzle of rain. he’s already called up a taxi, when he notices you’re too tired to walk.

he doesn’t get angry often, but if someone disrespects you or makes you uncomfortable? his voice drops, expression sharpens, and his posture is rigid, jaw tense and fists clenched tight. “if you have a problem, talk to me, come to me, deal it with me. don’t bring my girl into this.” his blank stare is enough to silence anyone, and he will make it known that boundaries are being crossed.

jay knows you’re strong and independant. he knows you can do things on your own. even if you’re completely capable, it stirs something in him when you ask him to help with little things. carrying heavy bags? yes. opening tightly sealed jars? done. helping you reach for the mugs in the higher cabinets? absolutely. holding your hand when you’re nervous? you bet. he loves it when you rely on him. when you call him first for anything? he won’t say it aloud often, but the proud glint in his eyes, the light grin tugging his lips, his cheery tone that gives it out that he’s smiling even when you can’t see him, speak for him.

he’s at his desk now, in a casual white button up and black slacks, skimming through report folders, that’ve been driving him up the wall. you stood in the doorway of his study, slightly dishevelled from having just woken up, observing him. his oversized t-shirt hung heavy on your frame, one side slipping off just enough to bare your shoulder, the hem brushing your mid-thigh. you were craving his attention, his touch, his love, but you didn’t want to disturb him — not that he’d ever think that you were. really, all you had to do was look at him, with that soft, pliant gaze of yours, full of the yearning for his attention, and he’d comply.

you looked at him at that moment, like you needed him to hold you together, take care of you — like being apart, even for this short moment, was already starting to fray you at the edges.

jay hadn’t even heard your footsteps, but the second he looked up and saw your frame peeking out from the doorway, he smiled, his assumptions of your presence and unwavering gaze confirmed. the second he looked up and saw that look in your eyes — his chair scraped back without hesitation, as the slight crease on his brow smoothed out immediately, the frustration melting away like it was never there to begin with.

“come here love,” he said, already opening his arms, his gaze locked on you, the reports in his hand fell back on to the desk with a soft thud. because he knew that look, and he could never leave the love of his life waiting. you took a slow tentative step forward, “i didn’t mean to interrupt, but i missed you. i can come back later when you’re done-”

“no, it’s fine,” his voice was quiet, but resolute.

you hesitated, nervous fingers fidgeting with the fabric of your shirt, as you chewed on your bottom lip and slowly approached him. when you stood right in front of him, he turned towards you in his chair, as he eased back just slightly. one hand reached for your waist, the other steady against your thigh, as he gently pulled you onto his lap.

jay’s mind was still befuddled at the sight of you now, his shirt draped loose on your smaller frame — how he loved seeing you this way; soft and needy.

but still, you didn’t speak. your heart was loud in your ears and you could feel the warmth of his hands on you, burning the barrier of your clothes — grounding, like he knew what you wanted even before you did. yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud, no matter how much your body reacted to his touch. not because he made you feel ashamed, but because he always saw right through you. every time he needed you like this, you found yourself wanting to hide, even though you knew that in the end he’d find you, like he always did, ready to oblige to your every command.

jay waited, watching you, studying the way your lashes fluttered and your lips parted in hesitation. he could feel your body tense, the way your thighs pressed together at the slightest of movements from him beneath you, and the way your hands trembled lightly against his chest.

“what is it love?” his voice was low and careful, coaxing you. “what do you want hmm?”

the words hit you with a quiet force, blooming heat through your chest — because you didn’t know how to say ‘i miss you’ or ‘i need you’ without sounding like you were asking for too much. but your body and heart ached at just the thought of him — his touch, his warmth, his attention, all of it.

“i need you jay, please,” you whispered, eyes cast down, embarrassed by how much you needed him, even now.

he exhaled slowly, shaking his head as a soft smile crept up on his face. his hand slipped beneath your shirt, fingertips brushing over the small of your back — slow and deliberate.

“yeah?” he asked, his voice teasing, but his eyes, his beautiful sharp eyes filled with the soft and proud affection he always displayed for you. your breath caught, and your fingers gripped his shirts tighter, afraid to let go, but also flustered at the endless endearment he held for you. he always said things like that, like he knew you better than you did. and truth be told, he did — he knows how your body betrays you before you could gather the words to bring your thoughts alive.

jay leaned closer, his lips ghosting over your temple, his breath warm as he whispered against it. “you want me to take care of you doll?”

you nodded faintly, cheeks burning and breath shallow. his hands tightened on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, the heat in your gut pooling as you felt him grow hard beneath you. that gave you small surge of confidence, as you looked up at him, your forehead on his, noses brushing, “please jay, i need you to fuck me.”

he stilled for just a moment — not from surprise, but from the overwhelming tenderness in his chest at the sight of your blown out eyes seeking his acknowledgement. just those few words from you, were enough to undo him completely, the last thread of restraint in him snapping.

“fuck,” he breathed out, almost reverently, his hand curling around the back of your neck, and his lips crashing onto yours with a desire that made your whole body jolt. the kiss was deep and consuming, like he was pouring all his love for you through your mouth alone. his tongue slipped past your lips with practiced ease, swallowing every little sound you made as your fingers tangled in his hair, like you couldn’t let go.

you whined against him, your hips grinding down without thinking, desperate for any friction. jay groaned low in his throat, hands gripping your thighs tightly, guiding your movements over his lap, letting you feel just how hard he’s gotten for you.

when he finally pulled away from your lips, you gasped, eyes fluttering open only for him to tilt your head to the side, exposing your neck to him.

“you’re so fucking perfect,” he murmered against your skin, lips trailing down your jawline, then lower to the hollow of your clavicle, slow and worshipful. his touch was everywhere — hot and overwhelming, tongue licking over the blooming red marks he left, like an apology to soothe the pain.

jay marked you, kissing, biting, sucking, leaving marks of his love and devotion apparent on your skin. his hands roamed under your shirt, palms sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing over your ribs. your breathing grew ragged, hands fisting in his hair, head thrown back to give him more access to yourself. you could feel your panties soaked through and clinging to your core, the wet stickiness of it making you uncomfortable. he groaned against your skin, hips jerking up against you, causing you to let out a moan — the heat between you now unbearable.

“you have no idea what you do to me doll,” he muttered low, one hand trailing down between your thighs, teasing. jay let out a low noise when he felt the wet patch on your panties, your shirt bunched up from all the desperate grinding and humping. “jay, please,” you whimpered, hips rocking into his hand, and he smirked against your neck, his lips pressing soft kisses over every mark he made, as his fingers pushed your soaked panties aside.

“let me take care of you baby,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “i’ll fuck you just how you deserve to be.”

you whimpered when his fingers found you — wet and swollen, as he dragged two fingers through your slick folds, groaning low against your skin. “so wet already,” he murmured, voice strained with need. “you need it that bad, doll?”

you nodded immediately, breath hitching, your hips still rolling against his hand, “please..”

he kissed you again — slower this time, your lips now more swollen and plump, before pulling back. his hand pulled away from your soaked center, and you whined at the loss of friction, as he brought his soaked digits up to his lips and licked them off, humming at the taste as his eyes never left yours. the sight before you turned you on to no extent, the wetness clinging to your folds increasing.

jay leaned back in his chair, just enough to spread his legs wide, his hand that rested on your waist, tightening their grip on you, still balancing you on him. “take this off,” he said tugging at your shirt gently, but his hands are already on it, pulling it over your head and helping you out of the material. with the shirt thrown off somewhere on the floor, you’re left in his lap, bare, flushed, and breathless. his gaze drags across your body, hands sliding up your body, leaving a trail of blaze behind that burned your skin in the best way possible, cupping your breasts in his palms.

“fuck..” his thumbs brushed over your nipples, firm and aching, making you gasp as he softly pinched it. and then, without a word, he reached down, unzipping his slacks with one hand, the sound deafening in the quiet room. he pulled himself out, and your breath caught at the sight of him, hard and leaking, thick and flushed red at the tip.

“look at what you do to me doll,” he muttered, one hand stroking himself slowly, as it stood proud against his lower abdomen, a bead of precum glistening at the head, and the other hand squeezing your thigh. “you see this? all for you, my love.”

you swallowed, heart pounding, and he lifted you with ease, guiding you to hover over him. one hand steady on your waist, the other gripping himself, he rubbed the tip against your soaked entrance, groaning ās your slick coated him.

“ride me doll,” he said, voice low and commanding. “i want to feel you.”

you braced both your clammy hands on his shoulders, as you slowly sank down, inch by inch, the stretch stealing your breath. he filled you so deep, so full, you could barely breathe — his head falling back with a groan, fingers digging into your hips. you could feel his tip nudge our cervix as your walls clamped down on him.

“just like that,” he hissed, thrusting up slightly, making you cry out.

his hands slithered up your waist to your chest, cupping your tits, thumbs rolling over your nipples as you began to move — slow, grinding circles, taking him deeper each time as his tip kissed that one spot in you over and over. you moaned, your thighs shaking with every movement.

“you’re so perfect, my beautiful girl,” he moaned out, pulling you down onto him, his hands squeezing your tits roughly. “fuck, you feel so good. so tight. s’all mine.”

you gasped, clinging to him, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. your body trembled at the overwhelming fullness, eyes fluttering from the way from the way he filled every inch of you like he was made for it, like you were meant to be wrapped around him like this.

your thighs trembled as you tried to keep moving, hips rocking in slow, shaky circles, your hands now resting on his chest for balance. jay groaned beneath you, eyes locked on your face, drinking in every little expression you made — the way your lips parted, the little furrow in your brows, your breath hitching every time you lifted yourself, feeling him drag along your walls as you sank down on him fully.

“that’s it, baby,” he murmured, voice soft as his hands slid up your sides again, soothing and worshipping. “you’re doing so good for me. look at you.” he sat up slightly, one hand cupping the back of your head, the other wrapping around your waist, guiding your rhythm.

“so pretty like this,” he breathed, lips brushing over your jaw, your cheek, your temple. “my beautiful girl.”

his mouth wandered down your jaw, over your chest, lips closing around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth with a deep moan. his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing gently, before he sucked harder, making you cry out as your movements on him faltered and you arched further into him.

your hands tangled in his hair, clinging to him, your body shuddering with each slow, deep thrust as he helped you ride him — letting you set the pace, but never letting go of his control. his other hand kneaded your other breast, fingers tweaking the hardened little bud, his mouth still latched on to the other.

you were panting now, overwhelmed, trembling in his lap, as he worshipped every part of you, showering them with his kisses, his touch, and his love, like he couldn’t get enough of giving you everything you wanted.

“jay, ‘s too much love..” you whimpered, voice barely coherent, hips stuttering.

“no, it’s not,” he whispered against your skin, voice soft and comforting, and muffled against your nipple. “you can take it, baby. you need this don’t you?”

you nodded desperately, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, not from pain, but from how good it felt — from how much you needed this, just like he did.

“yeah, that’s it,” he cooed, releasing your nipple with a wet ‘pop’ sound, “let me take care of you, love. his hands moved to your hips again, holding you steady, guiding you up and down on him, helping you ride him just right. his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you, the friction overwhelming.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “i could stay like this forever. just you on top of me, my pretty girl, taking all of me so well.” your body jolted with every deep thrust, your hands gripping him like a lifeline as whimpers spilled uncontrollably from your lips. “i’m close,” you gasped, voice cracking, body winding tighter with every drag of his cock inside you. “jay, i- i can’t-” “yes, you can,” he whispered softly, one hand sliding between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow, tight circles, perfectly in rhythm with your movements. “come on, baby. come for me, let go.”

and with a cry, you shattered — body tensing, back arching, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as your release hits, wave after wave, crashing through you, overwhelming, blinding. jay groaned low, deep, as he felt you clench around him — hot and pulsing, and he lost it, thrusting up hard one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he came, holding you tight against him, every muscle tensed.

his voice broke into a soft, breathless moan, your name falling from his lips as he emptied his seed inside you, warmth flooding between your thighs as he held you still, grounding you both. you slumped against him, your head resting on his shoulder, as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you close, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles against your back.

“you okay?” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. you nodded, breath still shaky, your fingers curling in his hair, “yeah, ‘m okay. that was..”

“incredible,” he finished for you, smiling softly against your skin. “you’re always perfect for me.”

you stayed like that for a while, the room smelling of sex and sweat. his cock was still nestled inside you, softening slowly, but neither of you wanting to move. when your body finally started to relax, the after glow settling in, jay’s fingers tilted your chin upwards, his eyes glinting with something playful beneath the tenderness.

his voice was soft, but teasing, “you know, i think i have some stress to relieve.” you blinked, dazed. “what?”

he glanced towards the desk, then back at you with a slow, wicked smile, “think i need a little help unwinding.”

you flushed instantly, mind catching up on the insinuation — but his arms were already tightening around you, lifting you up with ease, his length still inside you.

and with that, he set you down on the cool wood, spreading your legs slowly, purposefully, as he knelt before you for more.

“you ready, doll?”

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okwonyo · 5 hours ago

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FOOL FOR LOVE ★ refused kisses

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HEESEUNG

“oh my god,” you groan, yet again turning your face away from heeseung’s, “you have a serious problem.”

biting his lower lip, he leans back up. at this point, you are doing this for the sake of torturing him — he gets that some people don’t like seeing public display of affection, but not letting him kiss you in front of your own friends, really?

he grins at the scolding look you give him, “can’t a man want to kiss his girlfriend anymore?”

“of course, you can,” you smile, lips practically begging for a kiss with how pretty they look.

look, they are practically calling for heeseung, he leans in and you use your hand to turn his face away, “but not now.”

he thinks it’s hot when you are bossy like that.

“c’mon, baby,” he goes in again, holding your waist to pull you closer to him. his breath fans over your mouth as he talks, “you know i can’t resist when you are this pretty, please, just one.”

he keeps pleading until your lips touch — even then, it’s against your lips that he whispers, “pretty please,” and, no, he doesn’t go for just one.

JAY

jay is going into a psychosis, kind of.

with how kind you are, you accepted to babysit your friend’s baby girl. while seeing you taking such a good care of a little one makes his mind create a clear vision for the future — it’s hard to think about marrying and creating a family when you won’t let him kiss you.

it hasn’t even been a hour since the kid is here, as well as it hasn’t even been a hour since you refused his last kiss. yet, he’s still going crazy.

“why not?” he ends up asking, voice sounding beyond desperate upon you wipe your head away from him, again.

“we can’t…” you look at the baby, then whisper, “…kiss,” in the softest tone but it still manages to break his heart a little. “in front of the baby.”

is this how married life looks like? he really doesn’t think so.

his hand the baby’s eyes. the little girl giggles covering jay’s large hand with her own, making him smile.

“she doesn’t need to know,” he grabs your jaw with his free hand. his mouth is all over yours in a matter of a few milliseconds.

jay melts onto the kiss in beat. it was absolutely worth the wait.

JAKE

listen, this man doesn’t get mad often. you don’t even think you ever saw him get remotely pissed at you, like ever.

this a brand new facial expression you are seeing on his face. while you giggle because you just refused one of his kisses, jake stares as you down with a grimace — eyebrows furrowed and lips frowning a little.

“what do you think you’re doing?” okay, wow, that’s a brand new tone too.

you can tell he is pissed off. very much so. it makes him hot. very much so.

his mood is kick to change, though. he tilts his head to the side, stepping closer to you and a little pout forms on his lips.

“i want a kiss,” he says, getting closer and closer. “give me one,” it makes your best beat faster. “please.”

you do without much hesitation. you cup his jaw and press your mouth against his. he holds the back of your head, lets out a low whine in your mouth — that you will think about tonight — before pinning you against the nearest wall.

he really wanted that kiss.

SUNGHOON

it’s so silly. you are doing nothing but talking nonstop, barely letting him the time to talk back — which is perfect, he is not the kind to talk much. plus, his lips are burning with the need to touch yours right now.

it always happens. when sunghoon sees how passionate you are over the things you love, how excited you get to talk about the smallest things to him and the way your mouth moves so prettily as you speak those words.

he wishes he could but he really can’t control himself, unfortunately.

“you’re not even listening to me,” you huff, putting your index finger on his puckered lips.

sunghoon doesn’t move, smirking again your finger, “i am, but i want to kiss you,” he pecks your fingertip. “can i?”

you smile as he gets closer, “only if you ask really, really nicely.”

“please,” he murmurs. his hands cups your face. “please, you’re so pretty,” he gives you a kiss, “please,” another. “please.” before fully going into it.

SUNOO

“why not?” he asks dumbly. tilting his head to the side and looking at you with genuine confusion in his eyes.

you stare at him. glare at him even. eyes wandering all over his face, catching the liters of lipgloss that got wasted on sunoo’s lips.

“why not?” you ask back in pure disbelief. he smiles like he knows he’s driving insane, “i think we kissed enough.”

you reach for his face, attempting to wipe your lip combo off his face with your thumb. he dodges your touch.

“sweets, i could never kiss you enough,” his greed never fails to impress you, seriously. because he leans again, right after you redid your lips, “kiss me again.”

the weight of his eyes on your lips makes your heart flutter. his gaze is hypnotic, making you unable to notice how close he already got.

sadly for your precious makeup, he does get another kiss and he sighs into it like he didn’t ruin your hard work ten times before. and you let him do it over again.

JUNGWON

funny how you thought you would get away with not letting him kiss you. now he’s pressing his body against yours, looking down as he towers over you and forces you to walk backwards.

“why won’t you let me kiss you?” he questions, still making you walk further into the bedroom. you don’t answer so he leans closer, “hm?”

you put your hands in front of your face to protect yourself from him.

“you’re annoying,” you answer, smiling a little.

jungwon hums, walking further and further, “oh yeah?” the back of your knees touch the bed’s frame, he smiles at your weak yelp.

he gets on top of you, his stupid grin still plastered on his face as he pins your wrists down against the mattress.

“let me kiss you, doll, please,” he says against your collarbone. he trails kisses from your neck up to your cheek — he until you are a blushing mess to kiss you on the mouth.

it kind of makes you crazy how he smirks through the kiss. humming against your lips shamelessly, “that’s what i thought,” he adds before starting to make out properly.

RIKI

he dug his own grave. “i bet you can’t go a day without kissing me,” he said. he wants to die now.

not only you won’t kiss him but you are ignoring him too. walking past him with that gorgeous face of yours without sparing him a single glance. it is killing him more and more every second.

he should have known better. he knows how competitive you get. as well as how pathetic he can get for the slightest affection from you.

he sits on the couch, right next to you. legs bouncing, body practically shaking at the long absence of your lips on his own. you seem perfectly fine, doing anything but acknowledging his presence.

and he wants the remote.

“can you give me a kiss?” he speaks up and shuts his mouth immediately. it wasn’t what he wanted to say. he gets ten times more nervous when you turn your face his way, “i–i mean, can you give me a—fuck it— can you give me a kiss?”

there is a long beat. he watches you narrow your eyes before raising an eyebrow, as if what he just said was out of this world.

he gets closer to you, “i’m sorry, i can’t go a day without kissing you,” after all, have you seen yourself?

“yeah?” you grin. riki is already on top of you anyway.

he nods eagerly, “let me kiss you, please.”

he swears he sees the gates of heaven opening when you put your hands on his shoulders. he’s so drunk in love, he groans in pleasure when you finally kiss him.

분지 ܃ i missed writing for all the members so much TT it was both hard and fun to write — i hope you like it :3

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chrisstvrns · 18 hours ago

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⌞three fingers deep - christopher sturniolo⌝⸝⸝

⋮ ⌗ ┆ warnings ˎˊ˗ rough dom!chris x sub reader, light choking, overstimulation, mild degradation, fingering, manhandling, please let me know if i missed anything!

⋮ ⌗ ┆ word count ˎˊ˗ 727

you don’t even make it to the bed before chris grabs you by the waist, spins you, and pushes you hard up against the wall. his mouth is on yours, messy, all tongue and teeth, like he’s been starved for you. one hand wraps around your throat, not tight, but enough to make your breath catch.

“been fuckin’ patient all day,” he growls into your mouth. “done waiting.”

he drags you to the bed without warning, throwing you down onto your back. the mattress bounces under you, and before you can even catch your breath, he’s yanking your underwear down your legs and tossing them somewhere across the room.

you barely have time to speak, not that you could, before he’s between your thighs, forcing them apart with a bruising grip. he brings two fingers to your pussy, slides them through your slick with a low, satisfied grunt.

“look at you,” he spits. “dripping for me and i’ve barely touched you.”

he doesn’t ease in. no teasing, no warning. just shoves two fingers inside you deep, fast, rough. you gasp, your hands flying to his wrist, but it’s no use. he’s locked in, thrusting hard, knuckles deep, eyes locked on you with a dangerous glint.

“this what you wanted?” he mutters, teeth clenched. “me fucking you open with my fingers like this?”

you try to answer, but all you manage is a broken moan as he curls them just right, relentless, unforgiving. the pace is brutal. raw. and it only gets worse when he adds a third finger.

you jerk, the stretch making you cry out.

“chris, fuck-”

“shut up and take it,” he growls. “you’re mine, baby. you take what i give you.”

his free hand presses hard on your stomach, pinning you down. you’re writhing under him, completely at his mercy as he wrecks you with his fingers. your thighs try to close around his arm, but he pushes them wider, rough and commanding.

his fingers fuck into you mercilessly, the obscene sounds filling the room. the pressure’s building fast - too fast, and chris knows it. he watches your face twist in desperation, jaw slack, eyes barely focused.

“you gonna cum for me like this?” he sneers. “gonna fall apart on my fucking hand?”

you can’t even speak. your entire body locks up as your orgasm slams through you, violent and overwhelming. you scream his name, back arched, thighs shaking.

but he doesn’t stop.

he keeps going, dragging you through it and into the edge of overstimulation. you squirm, crying out, trying to push his hand away.

“nuh uh,” he snaps, grabbing your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head. “you’re not done. i’ll tell you when you’re done.”

he leans down, lips brushing your ear with a low, dark laugh.

“you wanted it rough, baby. now take it.”

his pace finally starts to slow, just a little. he’s still deep, still pushing you to the brink, but there's a shift in his tone. his grip on your wrists loosens, and he leans in closer, pressing soft, wet kisses along your neck, then your jaw.

"you did so good for me," he breathes against your skin, voice low and wrecked.

your chest is heaving, tears clinging to your lashes, but he’s cradling your face now, gentle in contrast to the way he just ruined you. his thumb brushes your cheek, soothing, and you melt into it, eyes fluttering closed.

"my good girl," he murmurs, pressing his lips to your forehead. "always so fuckin’ perfect for me."

his fingers slip out of you slowly, finally granting you mercy, and you whimper at the loss. he shushes you softly, climbing up the bed and pulling you into his chest, one hand smoothing over your hair, the other rubbing slow, calming circles into your back.

"i got you," he whispers. "you’re okay. i got you, baby."

you nod weakly, boneless in his arms, still trembling from the intensity. and he just holds you. kiss after kiss, praise spilling from his lips like a litany.

"so good for me… so fuckin’ good. my girl. always makin’ me so proud. you took it all, didn’t tap out. fuck, i love you."

you sigh into him, sinking deeper into the warmth of his touch, and he stays there with you. soft, sweet, grounding you with every whispered word.

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guppyyuri · 2 days ago

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let me help baby

WARNINGS ★ multiple orgasms , sweet talking , fingering , quiet sex (someone else is in the house), mommy kink, extremely needy billie ok?

AU ★ needy!billie x soft!reader

CONTEXT ★ read the fic girl ion know.

TAGLIST ★ @bilsbunni @agentbils @st0nerlesb0 @bilsbabyma @bitchesrbreakinghearts

AUTHORS NOTE ★ accidents happen and i accidentally used ‘i, me, ill’ etc so have fun.

the door’s open.

she gets out of the car without a word. doesn’t wait for me. doesn’t look back. just leaves it wide open like she knows i’ll follow.

and of course i do.

the sun’s already slipping away, painting the driveway orange. there’s a dog barking somewhere down the block, a sprinkler hissing. and billie, walking barefoot up her porch steps like she’s floating.

i park the car and sit for a second. breathe her in, even though she’s gone. even though she’s already inside.

“billie?”

my voice is soft when i step through the door. she’s not in the kitchen. not in the hall.

then i see her.

curled on the couch in the living room. her shirt and pants on the floor like she peeled herself out of them the second she walked in.

she’s in her bra and underwear, one leg bent, her hand moving between her thighs slow at first… but picking up speed.

“baby…”

she doesn’t speak. not yet. just opens her arms for me like i’m supposed to crawl into them.

and i do.

i sit beside her, wrap my arms around her, feel her chest rise and fall against mine. she lets out a quiet sound — not a moan, not a sob, just… need.

“what’s wrong?” i whisper, brushing her hair back.

that’s when i feel it. the way her fingers are still moving under my touch. the way her hips are rocking, tiny and desperate.

“need you,” she breathes. “need you s’bad. hurts.”

my heart breaks a little.

“you been waiting all day for me, sweet girl?”

she nods into my shoulder. she’s flushed and trembling and already soaked.

“you make it better, mommy. please.”

i glance toward the hallway.

“i think zaryiah’s home, baby. you gotta be quiet for me, okay?”

she nods again, quick and messy. her lips part as she moans, but i shush her gently, laying her back against the couch cushions.

“good girl.”

i take over, my fingers slipping in where hers were, and her whole body arches.

she bites down on her lip so hard i think she might bleed. her hands grab at my shoulders, my arms, anything she can hold onto.

“i’ve been good,” she whispers, voice shaking. “s’good. don’t stop, please.”

i curl my fingers just right and her walls flutter, pulling me in deeper. she lets out a tiny sob and i cover her mouth gently.

“shh. don’t wake anyone up, baby. you’re doing so good. you’re perfect.”

i pick up the pace, adding a third finger, watching her squirm, watching her fall apart under my touch. her legs start shaking. her eyes roll back.

“right there,” she gasps into my palm. “right there, please please—”

i press my forehead to hers.

“you can let go. it’s okay. cum for me, baby.”

and she does.

her whole body tenses, thighs clamping around my hand, her breath catching on a broken moan as she cums hard, soaking my fingers.

i hold her through it, kissing her temple, her jaw, the soft spot under her ear.

“that’s it. you did so good for me, sweet girl.”

she sniffles a little, body still trembling.

i pull her into my lap and cup her cheek.

“mommy’s so proud of you.”

she smiles, dazed and flushed, and buries her face in my neck like she never wants to move again.

her breathing slows against my neck, soft and warm. she’s still flushed, skin glowing in the dim light of the living room. her thighs are sticky and trembling. i’m still buried in her lap, hand cupping her face like she’s made of glass.

“you okay?” i whisper.

she nods, eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted like she might cry again. or moan. or say nothing at all.

but then she kisses me.

slow. hungry. deep. not rushed like before — no panic, no desperation — just quiet, aching want.

her hands slip under my shirt. her fingers trace up my ribs like she’s trying to memorize me. and when she kisses down my throat, i already know.

“again?” i murmur against her jaw.

“please,” she breathes. “wanna make you feel good this time. want you to use me.”

the way she says it makes my stomach drop. makes my thighs clench.

i help her up and take her hand. we walk barefoot to the kitchen, her underwear slipping lower with each step. i turn on one small light above the stove — just enough to see her. see her lips. her eyes. her shaking fingers as she unbuttons my pants.

she drops to her knees on the tile like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“billie,” i warn, voice already wrecked. “you don’t have to—”

“i want to.”

her voice is soft but sure. “been thinking about it all day.”

her hands slide over my thighs. her mouth finds the edge of my underwear and pulls it down with her teeth. when her tongue touches me, i nearly lose my balance.

“fuck—”

i grab the counter behind me. her eyes flutter closed.

she’s messy with it, slow at first, then fast when she hears the way i fall apart. her nails dig into my hips, holding me in place. she moans against me like she’s the one being touched.

“such a good girl,” i whisper, hand tangled in her hair. “so fuckin’ good for me.”

she hums against my clit and my knees almost buckle. i pull her up before i fall apart completely, lift her onto the counter like she weighs nothing.

she wraps her legs around me, still hungry. her hands yank at my shirt, nails scraping lightly down my spine.

“you gonna take it again for me?” i ask, slipping two fingers inside her.

her head falls back against the cabinet, a long whine escaping her lips.

“yes, mommy. anything. please—”

her legs tremble against my sides. i pump faster, deeper, curling into that spot that makes her break open. she claws at my shoulders. kisses my cheek, my lips, my collarbone.

and when she cums again — harder this time, louder — i press my lips to hers to swallow the sound.

she stays on the counter after. breathing heavy, legs open, panties dangling from one ankle.

i kiss the inside of her thigh and rest my head there.

she runs her fingers through my hair like she’s still in a trance.

“you okay, sweet girl?”

she nods. her voice is barely there.

“i love you.”

i smile into her skin.

“i know.”

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lululoveyy · 2 days ago

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hiii, I seriously love your work and how you put things into perspective, and I wanted to say that I can’t get the thought of making heeseung hump your thigh until he cums, maybe even playing with his nipples while he does it!!!

thank you love, and the idea is soo good. i hope you'll like it, enjoy 💕💕

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: l. heeseung x reader

ᡣ𐭩 genre: smut

ᡣ𐭩 tw: dry humping, nipple play, overstimulation, praise

you’re already home when he comes in— keys dropping somewhere by the door, the soft thud of his bag hitting the floor.

heeseung’s quiet at first. too quiet.

you glance up from the couch, one leg stretched out lazily, your hair pulled back, still in his grey sweatpants you changed into after work. comfortable. effortless. unfair, really.

he just stands there, hoodie sleeves half-covering his hands, eyes wide and glassy, lips parted like he forgot how to speak.

you blink at him slowly. “what?”

his mouth opens. closes. opens again.

“you—you’re in my sweatpants,” he finally says, and his voice is wrecked already. like he’s been holding it in all day. like seeing you dressed down just unraveled something in him.

you smirk a little. “uh-huh. and?”

he walks over without another word, like he’s in a trance, climbing into your lap before you even tell him to. knees on either side of your thighs, arms curling around your neck, pressing in close like he’s trying to disappear into your skin.

you let him cling, hands resting at his waist. “someone’s clingy.”

he groans low in his throat. “i’ve been like this all day, baby, i swear—i couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, i kept checking my phone hoping you’d text me just so i could breathe again…”

“mm. poor thing,” you murmur against his mouth before he kisses you— deep, slow, full of pressure. he melts instantly, lips parting with a needy little sound that vibrates in your chest. his hips shift, just barely, a subtle grind down against you like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

you break the kiss and raise your eyebrows.

he’s already flushed.

“if you're gonna hump my leg, do it properly” you tease, voice low.

“i’m sorry, i just— fuck, i missed you—” he breaths.

you reposition slightly and pat your thigh. “sit.”

he stares. “wait—”

“you heard me. sit.”

heeseung swallows hard and obeys, lowering himself onto one of your legs, the thick fabric of your sweatpants pressing right between his thighs. he’s already shaking.

“you’re gonna hump my thigh” you tell him gently, “and you’re gonna take what i give you.”

he whimpers, face burning as he shifts his hips experimentally. the friction drags across his cock, and he gasps, face crumpling.

“oh my god—”

“feel good?” you ask, just to be cruel.

he nods quickly, whining. “s-so good—fuck, it’s embarrassing”

“what is?”

“this. me. humping your thigh like some pathetic— ah— i can’t even stop, i need you so bad, i’m so close already”

his voice breaks into something high and breathless, grinding harder now, thighs trembling. you let him move, hands tightening at his waist, guiding him in slow, firm circles. he keens into you, forehead pressing to your shoulder as he tries and fails to keep his noises in.

you feel it the second he hits that edge— his hips stutter, the tension in his legs snapping tight, and then he gasps your name, soft and ruined, grinding desperately through it with a wrecked little sob.

“baby, baby, i’m— fuck—”

his whole body shakes, hips jerking against your thigh, and he doesn’t stop. doesn’t even try.

you feel the wet heat spread through the front of his boxers, feel him twitch against you, but he keeps moving, whining and grinding in messy little circles like he’s chasing something more, like one orgasm isn’t enough.

“heeseung—”

“i can’t stop,” he pants, voice thin and cracked. “it’s too much, but i need more, please, i need you, need you to touch me”

you press your thigh up into him a little harder, just to hear the way he whimpers.

“you’re still hard?” you murmur, dragging your fingers under his hoodie, up the soft plane of his stomach.

he nods frantically, eyes squeezed shut. “s-sensitive— so sensitive, but i need it, i need you to play with my nipples, please, please—”

“you really are a mess,” you hum, brushing your thumbs gently over his chest until you find them— already hard through the fabric of his shirt. you pinch lightly.

he chokes on a moan.

his back arches, hips grinding down harder as you toy with him— slow, deliberate circles, little tweaks and rubs, until he’s babbling again.

“fuckfuckfuck, i can’t take it, hurts so good, why does it feel so good—baby, i’m gonna cry, it’s too much—”

his voice is breathy and high, caught somewhere between a sob and a moan, eyes glossy and unfocused.

you kiss his jaw, hot and slow. “look at you. grinding on my leg like a good boy while i play with your pretty nipples.”

“nghh— y/n, don’t say that, i’ll— i’m gonna— i think i—”

“go ahead,” you whisper.

heeseung cries out, trembling again, body curling into yours as he ruts through the overstimulation, wet and ruined and gasping like he needs your breath to live.

you hold him the whole time— hands never leaving his body, lips brushing his ear, and his heart beating so fast you can feel it through his chest.

he collapses against you, still twitching, still whining softly.

you pet his hair, voice calm. “you’re such a mess, baby.”

heeseung nods weakly, voice barely a whisper. “your mess.” he pouts.

- lulu

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kamaluhkhan · 2 days ago

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Heya for hot ghoul summer could I have Abby Anderson, Supernatural with a bit of mutual pining, number 9 and door number 1 please :)

thank you sm for your request!!! i decided to combine it with another one since they were very similar…. i completely forgot to include prompt #9 but i hope you still enjoy!!!

also — i wrote this blurb as a part 2 of this request (werewolf!abby has my heart rn)

pairing: werewolf!abby anderson x vampire!reader word count: 6k (oops) tropes: mutual pining + jealousy + accidental love confessions summary: you and abby go on an impromptu road trip to forks, washington while navigating (and maybe indulging in?) your feelings for each other. author’s note: basically twilight if edward and jacob are lesbians yearning for each other! cw for horror themes (blood + biting + death; reader is a vampire and abby is VERY into it) + smut (mdni!)

this blurb is part of my hot ghoul summer celebration — requests are still open and i’d love to write more, so keep ‘em coming!

six nights later, abby shows up at your apartment, tail between her legs.

she knocks so loud that you’d think a thunderstorm entered the building, but you don’t open the door. you indulge a glance through the peephole, and that was your first mistake; you had hoped you’d be strong enough to ignore her, but abby looks like a wreck, and not the fun kind.

her braid has unravelled, hair an absolute mess and deep shadows have settled under her eyes. she’s gnawed her lips bloody, and when abby opens her mouth to speak, pleading for you to give her another chance, you can see how her canines have lengthened, now more like fangs than teeth.

“i know, i know, that i deserve to be turned away, after what i did, but please don’t. i need you,” abby whines, pupils blown so wide that only a sliver of blue remains.

“you already got what you needed from me,” you deadpan.

abby perks up slightly at the sound of your voice.

“i’m sorry, okay? i….i know that i messed up. i’m so, so sorry — please, baby, please let me in. please, i need to explain…”

you sigh deeply; abby does the same from the other side of the door, leaning her shoulder against the wooden frame.

“explain what?”

“that it was my fault, okay?” she confesses, voice trembling. “i’m the reason why ellie, jesse, and dina are dead.”

“abby,” you say gently, softening as you hear her muffled sobs. “it wasn’t your fault.”

“no, you don’t understand, i killed our friends and then blamed you —”

you open the door before abby can finish. she stumbles at the sudden motion, but you grip her bicep. she looks at you like you’d just saved her life, when all you did was keep her from falling. her skin is warm under your touch; abby’s so strong, so alive, and you pull your hand away before you spiral into wanting more.

“that’s not what happened,” you tell her.

abby stands upright and clears her throat. “but —”

“i need a drink.”

you leave her there as you head into the kitchen. you pull some mismatched mugs from the cupboard, glancing over at the doorway where abby watches you and waits.

“you want some?”

“is that….?” she squints at the pitcher of deep red liquid that you pulled out from the fridge.

“it’s sangria.” you pour some into your favorite novelty mug — the one with cartoon fangs dripping in blood, and the words mornings suck in bright red lettering. an old friend had gotten it for you as a joke. you take a sip, noticing abby’s hesitation, so in hopes of lightening the mood, you add: “come inside, anderson. i only bite if you ask nicely.”

the corner of abby’s mouth quirks up slightly, and she finally enters your apartment. abby takes her time, removing her leather combat boots, much too heavy for the summer heat, and fixes her braid in an attempt to look more presentable.

“i’ll have that drink,” she says as she takes a seat at the kitchen table.

you pour her some sangria. it isn’t until you settle into the chair across from abby and hand her the mug that you realize it’s the jurassic park one that ellie always used when she’d come over.

your heart aches, thinking about how ellie will never use that mug again. you’ll never scream the lyrics to avril lavigne songs with dina on the way to practice, or pretend to hate jesse for all the shit he’s put dina through, but secretly like having him around.

you hate, absolutely hate, that you know what their blood tastes like. but that’s not what you’re concerned about now, not as you watch abby, her hand shaking as she takes a sip of her drink, thinking that she’s to blame.

“abs, listen to me.” you reach across the table to place your hand on hers; you try not to take it personally when she flinches away, sensing how anxious and ashamed she’s feeling. “that morning, i saw the bodies before you did, okay? it wasn’t a werewolf attack.”

abby blinks at you, setting her mug down on the table so abruptly that you’re surprised it didn’t break.

“but i blacked out.” she licks her lips, the pink of her tongue visible for an enticing second. “and when i woke up, i could taste blood. it was sweet, like so sweet —”

“before last week, hadn’t tasted vampire blood, had you?” abby shakes her head, watching you carefully as you continue to explain: “a vampire who feeds on humans — their blood is usually like that. teeth-achingly, sugar-rush sweet.”

“so….what are you saying?”

“well….okay, let’s say that you did blackout and go full werewolf.” you pause as abby takes a few nervous gulps of sangria. “but, i don’t know, maybe you went back to the cabin because you sensed danger, and knew that ellie, jesse and dina were being attacked. maybe you were too late, but fought with the vampire, or vampires, who killed them, and that’s why you tasted blood the next morning. trust me — that taste lingers, much longer than it has any right to.”

abby’s quiet for a few seconds, then:

“you shouldn’t do that.”

you frown. “do what?”

“make me sound like a hero when i accused you of being a monster,” abby states plainly, avoiding your gaze. “i’m a monster. i feel like something inside me broke out, after i’ve spent so many years keeping it in a cage.”

you can’t say that you haven’t wrestled with similar demons. the truth is that abby blaming you, assuming that you massacred your own friends, burned more than any holy water ever thrown your way, felt more impossible to heal from than a wooden stake to the heart.

but, now, here’s this beautiful girl in front of you, tears shining in her aquamarine eyes, fear and shame and regret coursing through her veins. this girl, who you’ve somehow developed more affection for than you’ve thought possible for years. maybe decades.

so, you swallow your hurt down with the rest of your red sangria, and let it dissolve in your stomach.

“i don’t blame you for thinking what you did,” you tell her. “i might not have killed them, but i did….i did feed from them — and, it’s definitely not the best look, a vampire standing over her dead friends, covered in blood. after i tasted you the night before, i just couldn’t….” you trail off, take a deep breath, hope that abby doesn’t realize what it means, that your eyes are still red.

because you’re sure abby wouldn’t stay, maybe she wouldn’t even be so apologetic, if she knew that something’s broken loose within you, too, since that night. when you got back, you stole a day’s worth of supply from the hospital to help you transition from human to animal blood.

just a taste, you had told yourself. just for now.

you’d been back twice since then.

“still — i hate that i….that i got angry at you,” abby continues. she reaches over and intertwines her fingers with yours. “i’m so fucking sorry. can you ever forgive me?”

you squeeze her hand. “i knew i had to, as soon as i saw those puppy-dog eyes of yours.”

abby laughs, a deep, soothing rumble, her smile now brighter than the full moon.

“i missed you.”

“i missed you, too,” you confess, barely a whisper.

the kitchen table is small, and your knees knock together as you each instinctively shuffle in closer. you can almost taste her breath, sharp with lingering red wine. abby cups your cheek, her palm rough and warm against your skin.

you want to kiss her. gods, you want to.

right now, abby’s looking at you like you hung all the stars in the sky.

but you’re sure she wouldn’t want you. not like this.

you pull away, and your heart shatters watching as abby tries to hide her disappointment.

“it’s late, uh, and you’re exhausted. you can stay here, if you want.”

(so, abby crashes on the couch while you go to your room, and you each pretend that you aren’t thinking about the other as you stare at the ceiling, alone and hungry.)

when you get up in the morning, abby’s already been up for hours, because of course she has. she’d gone out for a run, taken a shower, fetched the paper, and made a fresh pot of coffee.

now, abby sits on the couch, flipping through one of your books.

“you know, i was the inspiration behind carmilla,” you tell her as you pour yourself some coffee. you add some milk and sugar before grabbing the paper and heading over to sit with her.

“really?” abby raises an eyebrow at you. she’s looking much more rested than before, and she’s wearing wire-frame glasses.

which you feel….completely normal about.

“no, i’m just messing with you,” you admit. “but that is a first edition.”

“yeah, right,” abby scoffs. “do you think all werewolves are just gullible, or just me?”

“just you,” you teases, nudging her knee with your foot. “it is pretty old, though. i got it from mary shelley’s second cousin’s great-great-great-granddaughter, whose dad used to run a rare bookshop.”

“and why, exactly, did she give you the book?”

“okay, fine — i took it on my way out after we, you know….” you smile sheepishly. “spent the night together.”

“oh my god.” abby sets down the book down gently on the coffee table. “i thought you didn’t sleep with humans.”

you shrug. “i make exceptions.”

her glasses slip down slightly, and she readjusts them before extending her hand to you: “crossword?”

you give her part of the saturday morning paper as you browse local news. a comfortable silence settles as you both sip coffee, as you read and she works on the puzzle, occasionally mumbling to herself or asking you for help. you try to pay attention to whatever article’s on the page, but you can’t help it that your eyes wander. she’s not subtle, either, and you catch her staring at you once or twice, her eyes flitting back down and her cheeks flushed when she realizes she’s been caught.

“i’m not used to you in glasses,” you finally say.

“i need them for reading,” she explains. “i don’t usually, like, wear them around people because i know they make me look like a total nerd —”

“that’s not what i was thinking,” you tell her. “you — i mean, the glasses — look really cute.”

“oh, um, t-thanks,” abby stutters, her cheeks now bright red. she clears her throat and glances back at her crossword. “name of a french singer and actress who was part of the french resistance during world war two?”

“josephine baker,” you answer with confidence.

abby scribbles it down, then taps her pen against the paper. “so, did the two of you ever….?”

“yes. we were close,” you muse, smiling softly. “i got that from her apartment.” you gesture to the crystal cheetah figurine on your bookshelf. abby glances over, then narrows her eyes.

“wait a second. is that my copy of frankenstein?”

“o-oh, actually —”

before you can stop her, abby is pulling the book from the shelf and confirming her suspicions.

“i’ve been looking for this since april!” abby exclaims, thumbing through the pages. “damn, you’re like if the little mermaid was a lesbian vampire, hoarding these souvenirs from all the women you sleep with.”

you hide your nerves behind a smile. you know that it’s all in good fun, that abby’s just teasing you, so you don’t really feel like correcting her.

because, here’s the thing: you and abby had taken the same literature class during spring semester, and the prof was very particular about students using the same editions of the required texts. one day, abby left one of her books in the locker room after practice; you thought it was yours at first, so you picked it up. you meant to give it back, but there was something so intimate about reading the little notes she’d written in the margins, which quotes she’d underlined and pages she’d dog-eared.

all this to say — if you admitted to abby that, no, you didn’t take something from all the women you slept with, just the women you’d fallen in love with, then she would wonder why her copy of frankenstein is currently on your bookshelf, gathering dust.

instead, you roll your eyes playfully. “get back to your puzzle, nerd.”

thankfully, abby lets it go, and bounces back onto the couch as you flip to the next page. that’s when you see the headline — more animal attacks, more bodies found.

“abby.”

“if this is a story about how you fucked cleopatra’s distant relative and stole a fancy gold necklace afterwards, then i’m busy,” she jokes.

“okay, how old do you think i am?” you guffaw. “i’m serious though — take a look at this.”

the smirk on abby’s face fades as she starts reading the article that you hand her.

“fuck,” she mumbles, scanning the page once more before locking her gaze on you. “well, at least now we have a lead.”

“a lead?” you repeat. “a lead for what?”

“well, we have to track them down.” she throws down the newspaper and snatches the mug from your hand, heading to the sink.

“um, i wasn’t done with that?”

abby isn’t listening; she rinses your mug, then hers, wipes her hands on the kitchen towel and grabs her phone and keys from the counter, moving with newfound urgency. the molasses-slow, domestic bliss you’d somehow stumbled into this morning dissolves into nothingness, like the sugar you’d stirred into your coffee.

“we need to find out what happened that night. whatever or whoever this is, they’re gonna keep killing people,” abby says. “they’ve already killed our friends, and they’re not gonna stop. we have to stop them.”

you blink and watch as she laces up her boots. “you’re serious about this.”

“yes, i am,” abby explains. “are you coming with me?”

“obviously,” you scoff. you disappear into the bedroom to gather some things for the trip: a jacket, your wallet and phone, and your laptop. “but, before we drive four hours to forks fucking washington, let me send an email. i have some old friends living there right now. if we can meet up with them, we might be able to find out what they know.”

a muscle in abby’s jaw twitches. “your friends — they’re vampires, too?”

“yes,” you say, already drafting the message. “yes, they are.”

it’s a perfect summer day for an impromptu road trip, but instead of appreciating the scenery, your mind wanders to abby.

last night, you almost kissed her. earlier this morning, she acknowledged how the two of you slept together.

nothing more and nothing since.

does that mean the sex between you was a one-time thing? or that it meant nothing to her? because, surely, if abby wanted more —

enough.

you need to find out what happened to your friends. you need to focus.

it’s just a bit….difficult, with abby so close to you.

abby, who refuses to let you drive, has one hand on the wheel, the other resting patiently on her thigh. the sun peeks through the clouds, illuminating the curves of her muscles, painting her dark blonde hair golden. she nods along to whatever song plays on the radio, turns up the volume when you mention it’s one you like, and occasionally reaches over to take a sip of the drink you insisted on buying for her when she stopped for gas. you watch her throat bob as she gulps down the frozen blue raspberry drink.

“you know, these are pretty good,” she says, placing the cup back down in the cupholder.

you hum in agreement. her lips are stained now, and you wonder how sweet she’d taste if you ran your tongue across them.

abby switches over to the next lane, doing a double take after checking her blindspot. she notices that you’re staring, even though you’re wearing sunglasses.

“eyes on the road,” she teases.

“i’m not the one driving,” you quip, and turn to look out the window.

an endless forest of trees whips by. from your peripheral vision, you can tell that abby steals glances at you, too.

which means nothing, of course.

it also means nothing that your heart flutters when she opens the door like a goddamn knight when you’ve arrived at carver cafe, or that your entire body heats up when her fingers accidentally brush against yours as you both reach for the same menu.

and, it’s definitely not a green-eyed monster that possesses abby when you tell her how, exactly, you know the cullens.

“so, we drove four hours to forks fucking washington to meet your ex-girlfriend?” abby huffs.

“ex-fling,” you clarify. “and now friend, who is going to tell us if she knows anything about the vampires who killed our friends.”

the waitress comes back with two steaming cups of coffee. you stir some sugar into your drink and tap the spoon against your ceramic mug. abby looks like she’s about to say something, but is interrupted by the diner front door swinging open.

alice waltzes in, looking exactly the same as the last time you saw her with wild hair and wonder-struck eyes. you get up to greet her; she joyfully brings you into a hug and kisses your cheeks until she notices abby sitting in the booth.

“when you said you wanted to meet, i didn’t realize you were bringing a guard dog,” alice says, voice low. “things between us didn’t end that badly.”

“she’s not a guard dog. her name is —”

“abby,” the woman in question sneaks up behind you. she places her hand against the small of your back, gentle yet protective. “i’m abby.”

“nice to meet you, abby,” alice replies cooly.

famously, vampires and werewolves do not get along, so you’re not entirely surprised that it’s a little tense as the three of you take your seats. alice slides in across from you and abby, and it’s obvious that the two of them are sizing each other up. abby has her arm thrown over the edge of the booth, inches away from your shoulders, like she’s marking her territory.

“thanks for meeting us,” you start. “i wish it were under, uh, better circumstances, but it’s nice to see you again.”

“yeah, of course. it’s been too long.” alice’s eye slide over to you, and she flashes a sickly sweet grin. “long enough for you to get a new pet. i didn’t think you were into doggy style.”

“watch it, bloodsucker,” abby snarls.

“down girl,” alice chides, nothing short of condescending. “the whole big bad wolf thing doesn’t scare me.”

“maybe it should —”

“enough,” you snap. abby’s cheeks are flushed with anger (and maybe a hint of jealousy), teeth bared as she threatens to bite back. alice smirks, as though she’s prepared to do the same. call it an echo from generations of hatred or just plain old pettiness, but you do not have patience for this. “abs, why don’t you wait by the car?”

abby turns to you, softening. “but —”

you place a firm hand on her thigh, warm underneath your touch. “it’s been decades since alice and i have seen each other, so it’d be nice to have some one-on-one time.”

“i thought we weren’t here for that,” abby grumbles, but follows your instructions nonetheless.

alice waits until the door shuts behind abby to lean in and whisper conspiratorially:

“you know, most dogs need some training to learn better behavior —”

“i said enough, alice.” in a huff, you take off your sunglasses and place them on your head. “this is serious.”

“looks like it,” alice says, raising her eyebrow at you. “your eyes — they’re red. you’ve been feeding on humans again?”

alice’s observation causes moths to flutter in your stomach, which is growing emptier and more hollow by the hour.

you were in such a rush this morning, distracted by abby, and then this impromptu road trip, that all you’d taken was coffee. you had blood in your fridge; you should have just eaten before you left seattle, since it’s been almost a week since you had any.

it’ll be fine.

you just need to wrap this up, and get home before it’s too late.

“i didn’t mean to go back,” you sigh. “but now that i have, i’m….working on it.”

alice places her hand on yours sympathetically. when she makes contact, she freezes, just for a second, eyes going wide before she blinks back to you.

“interesting.”

“what?” you wonder, pulling your hand away. “what did you see?”

alice hums.

“you’re assuming that your new puppy —” she stops herself when you narrow your eyes at her. “abby doesn’t know that you’ve been drinking human blood, and you’re scared what’ll happen if she finds out. don’t worry — she’ll be more than happy to help you with your cravings.”

your throat tightens when alice winks at you, somewhere between excited and terrified of what she’s implying.

you can’t help but glance outside the window, where abby’s waiting by the truck. she’s leaning against the side, her sculpted biceps on display thanks to the grey wife-pleaser she’s wearing. abby put on her glasses and is finishing the crossword from this morning. her bottom lip is caught between her teeth as she concentrates.

objectively speaking, abby anderson is hot, all chiseled muscle and confidence. but she’s also fucking adorable, and that makes your stomach lurch with a different kind of hunger, one that is becoming much too distracting.

abby glances up, directly at you, and you both look away, flustered.

alice flashes you a knowing smile as you try to compose yourself.

“this is serious,” you repeat firmly. “we’re here because our friends were killed. by a vampire, maybe more, and it seems like they’re not stopping….”

unfortunately, your diner reunion with alice was pretty much a dead end; all you got from it was an invitation to play baseball with the cullens, and a burger for abby as an apology for kicking her out so abruptly. she devours it; you try to quell your own hunger with more coffee as you watch her eat, but deep down, you know there’s only one thing that will satiate you.

it’s fine, you keep repeating to yourself. you’ll be home in no time.

except, a summer storm suddenly hits — thunder, lightening, torrential rain — and abby decides that the roads are terrible, so it would be safer to take shelter for the night.

you’re so goddamn hungry. but, it’s abby’s car and she’s the one driving, so you’re ultimately not going to argue with her decision.

abby doesn’t seem the slightest bit phased by the sudden change in plans. one thing about her? she comes prepared. she has an entire bag packed with fresh clothes, a toiletry kit, some food and water, and extra cash, which she hands to the motel owner in exchange for a room key.

a room that has one bed, because of course.

“mind if i use the shower first?” you ask, searching for any opportunity to subtly distance yourself from her.

“all yours,” abby says. she throws her bag on the dilapidated chair in the corner and rummages through it. “here — i have extra.”

she tosses you some clothes, which you accept gratefully given yours are currently rain-soaked and freezing-cold.

you had hoped the shower would offer some warmth, but the water barely gets up to 70 degrees. you give up after a few minutes and shut off the water. as you dry yourself with a sandpaper-like towel, the staticky voices of kirk and spock from an old episode of star trek cut through the silence; you smile to yourself, picturing abby curled up on the bed watching tv.

sure enough, that’s what you see once you’ve opened the bathroom door. abby changed her clothes, too; you’re now both wearing plaid boxers, and she’s sporting a seattle women’s soccer shirt while you have on abby’s own jersey. it smells like her: fresh laundry, pine trees, and a hint of firewood. an absolutely delicious combination that you cannot indulge in.

to your dismay, abby joins you in the bathroom. she has an extra toothbrush — obviously — so the two of you brush your teeth as kirk and the rest of the enterprise crew adventure through space in the background.

you look up at the slightly foggy mirror, but all you can see are broken tiles, mysterious water stains, and abby reflecting back at you. she spits out a mouthful of toothpaste, white foam slightly tinted pink. apparently, abby has bleeding gums.

your stomach growls.

you try to ignore it as you rinse out your mouth. and then, suddenly — there’s a yelp, the sound of a mirror shattering, and the familiar, coppery scent of blood.

abby’s blood.

“what….the hell?” you ask, looking between the cheap mirror, now cracked upon impact, and abby’s bloody hand.

“shit….s-sorry.” abby takes a deep, shuddery breath. “i-it’s just…there’s a spider.”

“so you tried to slap her?”

her cheeks start burning red. “i panicked.”

you bite your lip, both in an effort to keep from laughing and to prevent yourself from bending down to lick abby’s wound. instead, you find the eight-legged insect, scoop the little guy up with one of the styrofoam cups left by the out-of-order coffee machine, and bring her outside.

“thank you,” abby says, flashing you a wavering smile as you take a seat next to her on the bed. you try not to drool, watching as she tends to her cut hand. when you don’t respond, abby nudges you with your elbow. “you good?”

“o-oh, yeah, of course!” you clear your throat. “just a bit —”

“hungry?” abby guesses.

“i was gonna say tired.”

abby hums and finishes by wrapping gauze around her hand. the cut didn’t seem deep, but it bleeds through, a bright red rose blooming across a stark white background. you pull your gaze away, instead locking your eyes on the tv.

“you sure that you’re not hungry?”

“yes.”

“yes, you’re sure — or yes, you’re hungry? when’s the last time you —”

“just drop it,” you interrupt. you shift as far away from abby as you can, without falling off the bed.

abby drops it — for all of two seconds, before abruptly turning off the tv.

“hey! i was watching that.”

“if you’re hungry, you can drink from me,” she states matter-of-factly.

getting over the initial shock at the fact that you underestimated her observation skills — abby has probably known, this whole time, what it meant that your eyes turned from gold to red — you can’t help but be surprised at how forward she is.

“i can’t ask you to —”

“i’m offering,” she insists, shuffling closer to you.

“i-i can’t. it’s not a good idea.”

“why not?”

“i don’t want to hurt you, abs.” your words come out soft, a little broken. you can’t help it, remembering what happened a week ago. the first time you tasted abby. right before all hell broke loose.

“hey. hey.” abby places a comforting hand on your cheek. “i can take it. i’m a big bad wolf, remember?”

“a big bad wolf who’s scared of spiders,” you mumble.

you just don’t understand. how can abby be scared of spiders but not scared of you?

“i trust you,” abby assures as though reading your thoughts. you can’t help but think back to a week ago, when she whispered the same sentiment to you. her thumb runs over your bottom lip, and it takes everything in you not to bite down. “i know you won’t hurt me.”

something about the sincerity of her voice causes you to change your mind; you tell her okay, thank her profusely, and guide her to sit up against the half-broken headboard. you swing one leg over her hips, effectively straddling her. as if on instinct, she places her hands on your hips and gazes up at you, waiting.

“if you feel dizzy, tap me three times and i’ll stop right away,” you tell her.

abby nods.

you lean in, close enough that you can feel the butterfly-wing rhythm of her pulse against your lips. just when you’re about to sink your teeth in, you hesitate. you sit back, searching for any last minute hesitation on her end.

“abby. are you sure about this?”

“yes. you’ve bitten me before,” abby reasons. she looks up at you, eyes all glazed over.

“well, that was a different context —”

“oh my fucking — just bite me already,” abby practically growls, puppy dog eyes morphing into something feral. her reaction surprises you, intrigues you, tempts you.

because it clicks, in that moment —

abby isn’t just offering to help you out of the goodness of her heart; something deep inside her wants this, craves you just as you’re craving her.

you dive in, teeth piercing through her skin. you start gently, slow and a bit timid, but then abby’s hands idly wander beneath your — her — shirt, claws scratching down your back like she begging for more.

“keep going,” she tells you, voice rough. “harder, if you need to.”

and you do need to — because you’re ravenous, and very conscious of the growing heat between your legs as abby whimpers while you sink your teeth in deeper, suck a bit more harshly.

you’re the one to pull away first, chest heaving and head spinning. you run your tongue over the teeth marks punctured into abby’s skin, lapping up every last drop.

“thanks, abs,” you breathe, licking your lips to savour the taste of her.

“y-yeah. anytime,” abby stutters, shifting underneath you. “you, uh, satisfied?”

you’re dizzy, the sudden burst of energy you usually get from ingesting blood increasing tenfold because it’s abby.

and, though you’ve just had a week’s worth of blood, you’re hungry for something else.

“not quite,” you admit. you steady yourself by placing your hands on her strong shoulders. “i want more.”

“so fuckin’ greedy,” she drawls, honey-soaked desire dripping from her words.

“maybe i am.” you raise an eyebrow at her. “what are you gonna do about it?”

a second passes, maybe two, and then —

abby surges forward to close the gap between you, crashing her lips to yours, the taste of blood and sweet mint dancing across your tongues. she bites down on your bottom lip, and when you gasp, she pushes her tongue into your mouth, exploring every corner and crevice like she’s willing to consume you whole. you pull away, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to hers before she breaks it by licking her lips. she whines from the loss of contact, making up for it by leaning down to suck and nip at your jaw.

“abby?”

“....yeah?” she mumbles the question against the crook of your neck.

“can i taste you?” you trail your fingers down her body, tease the waistband of her boxers so she understands your intentions. her eyes widen and she shudders when you reach a bit lower, tease the happy trail leading to where you want to go.

“yes.”

neither of you want to waste any more time — abby tears off her shirt while you pull down her boxers, leaving her completely naked underneath you.

“you’re so fucking beautiful, abs,” you coo, drinking her in. your fingers pinch her hardened nipples, and abby shivers, bucks her hips upwards.

“fuck, baby….”

abby’s desperate moans, her thick whimpers, encourage you as you trail down her body, kiss every freckle and every scar. she get louder when you suck a bruise onto an inner thigh and starts begging you for more, which you’re not going to deny her. she’s dripping for you, after all, and it’s the least you can do. you sink two fingers into her cunt, run your tongue over her folds with purpose, until she’s too loud.

you think abby might cry when you rip yourself away from her pussy. you keep one hand between her legs, fingers still pumping inside her, while you use the other to grip her chin, prompting her to look at you.

“you’re gonna have to be quieter, baby,” you tell her, half-apologetic, half-amused. “wouldn’t want to get a noise complaint, would we?”

abby shakes her head desperately. her hair is loose, falls in golden waves across the pillow like a halo. she bites down on her lip, so hard that her teeth break skin and a bubble of liquid crimson emerges. you can’t help yourself — you lick up the fresh blood before pressing your lips to hers once again. a groan rolls through abby’s body when she tastes herself; she surprises you by snaking her hand beneath the waistband of your (again, her) boxers.

“shit,” she hisses when her fingers find the sticky mess between your legs. “you’re soaked.”

you giggle into the crook of abby’s neck, then inhale sharply when she pinches your clit.

“l-like you’re not seconds away from r-ruining these sheets,” you manage between laboured breaths. you feel abby’s smile as she presses kisses into your skin, her index and middle finger slipping into your wanton heat and setting a relentless pace.

it’s all a little messy, a little playful, and a little ruthless.

you slip in another finger, press circles onto her clit with your thumb to coax more moans from those pretty lips of hers, swallowing the sound every time. you catch her at just the right angle, and she clenches around your fingers, warm and wet, her fingers only faltering slightly as she throws her head back in ecstasy.

“so fucking pretty when you do that,” you gush, tangling your free hand into her hair. “fuck, i need to see that again — can you do that for me, abs? give me one more?”

“oh, baby….you’re so greedy,” she teases once more.

“and you love it.” you brush your fingers to where you had fed from her earlier. the smile you give abby is playful, yet sharp, as if to say: i want more. are you up for the challenge?

and abby anderson loves a challenge, so she fucks into you with newfound vigor until you’re whimpering and grinding down to meet every thrust. abby watches in awe, eyes dark like a summer storm.

“you’re right — i love how greedy you are,” she confesses, her words slightly slurred. she takes one of your nipples between her teeth and sucks, soaking through the cotton t-shirt you’re wearing, before doing the same to the other. “fuckin’ love how you taste,” she growls against your chest and curls her fingers, relishing in the moans that spill from your lips. “love how you pretty you sound for me, how you feel around my fingers…so soft and tight….i love your body and those gorgeous eyes of yours, always lookin’ at me like you wanna eat me alive….i fuckin’ love you, everything about you…”

“fuck, abs —”

you were already so close, and abby’s unexpected confession pushes you towards the edge. abby’s right there with you; you ride out your high together, delirious and euphoric.

when you’ve both calmed down a bit, abby removes her fingers from your cunt; you groan at how empty you feel without her. you watch as she sucks her own fingers into her mouth, tasting you, before taking yours and doing the same to taste herself. abby puts on a show — she practically gags on them until drool and cum drip down her chin, and you decide you want a taste, too. you pull your fingers out with a pop, replacing them with your tongue.

abby mumbles something against your lips about taking a shower, asks if you want to join.

“just gimme a second to catch my breath,” you say, collapsing onto the bed.

abby laughs. “i thought vampires didn’t get breathless.”

“you kinda have that effect on me, anderson.” abby walks back over to give you a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing into the bathroom.

while she’s in the shower, you stare up at the ceiling, replaying everything that just happened: every kiss, every touch, every moan.

everything that abby said when she was too pussydrunk and blissed out to overthink it; what you’ve been too scared to say, and what you’re scared she might not have meant.

“did you manage to catch your breath? or should i come back later?”

you didn’t even notice that abby had returned, but there she is at the edge of the bed, hair slightly damp and lips curled into an infuriating smirk. she’s a menace, but a gentlemanly one, wiping up whatever mess remains between your legs with a damp washcloth and leaving kisses on your skin as she goes. then, you both slip under the sheets, abby resting her head on your chest as you braid and unbraid a small section of her hair.

“did you mean it?” you whisper, tentative.

abby traces idle patterns on your skin. “mean what?”

“that you….love me.”

she freezes, her eyes widening like a deer in headlights. “shit.”

“look, if it was a mistake, that’s fine,” you lie, swallowing the lump in your throat as you process what appears to be abby’s panicked reaction. “we don’t have to talk about it.”

“shit, no, baby, i do love you,” abby assures. “it’s just, i didn’t mean for it to just slip out like that —”

you lean forward to kiss her. “doesn’t matter. i love you, too, abs.”

abby flashes a boyish grin, her freckled cheeks flushed. “yeah?”

“yeah.” you press your lips just below her ear before whispering: “i really do.”

#thank you sm for all the love on my first werewolf!abby fic!!!#inspired me to write more <3 #and ofc thank you for the request!!#there's so much plot here and twilight references but i couldn't help it!!! hope y'all like it #werewolf!abby part three???#jk jk #unless....?#im excited to get through more requests and my inbox is also still open so feel free to send more!!#and YES the fear street/slasher au is still in the works #i just write at a Very Slow pace usually #idk how it's already end of july but i guess all time really does is pass huh #especially during the summer ;(#abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson #saf writes #hot ghoul summer '25

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