#i dont even know why i love writing sm

[quirklessidiot]

So I was scrolling through some old ask here and I found this mentioned in an ask of like ... 2021, tyrant gojo au, with the has tag of #unperturbed.waiting list. .... Apparently it has 10 chapters and chapter 1 has a bit of spoilers?

(I can't find it any where and I would absolutely LOVE to read it. XD)

This ask right here

I'm curious, was this like an idea that you had but then scraped it or is it like in your W.I.P.S covered in dust, forgotten? Tyrant Gojo Au is some of my low-key favorites that I enjoy reading very much. :3

hi! the og was pretty good but it was more action heavy and revenge centric. Not very romancey tbh which was why i was very hesitant to publish it and changed minazuki as a whole. its still collecting dusts in my drafts. Have sum taste of what minazuki was supposed to be down below! (minazuki was so self indulgent at he beginning, i was so interested in making a fictional east asia-european royalty,, it was a complex royalty system because i tried to mix european and japanese royalty and y/n was def out for blood here. Minazuki was still a secret and y/n was more angry and powerful there. You can see the contrast of it from the minazuki i gave u guys because she grew up with a younger sister to protect… and she had to kill that sister lol) (gojo maintains his character from minazuki hes just colder there…due to reasons untold…but it def has a happier ending than the og minazuki)

Also i have loads of unpublished stories from haikyuu to jjk. I think my most favorite one was the mafia!gojo one where he slowly becomes obsessed with the reader, a gone girl inspired toji fanfiction, and my most favorite one was a ceo x normal guy geto fanfic where the read wants him to sell his land to her but he doesnt want to HAHAHA

(Read more down below!) (tw. Mentions of murder)

[seventh-district]

another Sunday, another evening spent unable to decide what to do with my free time

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

i know that when carlo suddenly decided that he needs to marry guy made a whole list in his head n like had a deadlines n shit. like it was some kind of a task he needed to do

[littlelamy]

Hey gorgeous!! I was thinking about Rafe having a yapper gf.. she talks about literally anything whenever because she can. And some ppl might find it annoying and everything but Rafe doesn't. And like one day they go to a party or sm and reader is rambling and some girls judge her about it, which is kinda sad cuz like reader thought about being friends w them.. maybe? And like that comment affects her more and like Rafe notices but doesn't say anything at first, but then it becomes concerning and he gets her to explain everything...

You dont have to write it if u don't want to! Luv u and ur work btw 💓

lamy notes: thank you so much baby!

rafe loves your voice. not just the sound of it, but the way you use it. constantly. like you don’t even think before letting the words spill out, like the world around you is just lucky enough to hear whatever is on your mind at any given moment.

sometimes it’s about your day, sometimes it’s about a random fact you read last night at two a.m., sometimes it’s completely pointless—like whether ducks know they’re ducks—but rafe never tells you to shut up. he just listens. sometimes he hums, sometimes he asks questions, sometimes he just watches you talk with that soft little smirk, like he could listen to you forever.

which is why it’s so weird when you stop.

it happens at a party. you’re talking—rambling—about a new tv show you just started watching, waving your hands around while rafe keeps his arm wrapped around your waist, nodding along, totally content.

but then, you catch it. a look.

two girls, standing by the kitchen, eyes flicking over to you. one of them whispers something to the other, and then—a laugh.

not with you. at you.

rafe doesn’t notice. he’s still looking at you. but something about their reaction, about knowing they think you’re annoying, makes your stomach clench.

so you stop talking.

just like that.

rafe doesn’t say anything at first, just gives you a look when you go quiet mid-sentence. but you just shake your head, wave it off, smile even though it feels wrong.

but as the night goes on, he notices more.

he notices the way you stop yourself every time you start rambling. the way you cut your own sentences short. the way you hesitate before saying something, like you’re thinking about whether or not it’s worth saying at all.

it makes something burn in his chest.

when you get back to his place, he doesn’t let you brush it off.

"what’s wrong with you?" he asks, shutting the door behind him, pulling his hat off.

you blink up at him. "what?"

"you’ve been weird all night."

"i’m fine, rafe—"

"bullshit."

your lips press together. you glance away.

he exhales sharply, stepping closer. softer, now.

"baby," he murmurs, brushing a thumb over your cheek. "tell me."

you hesitate. but then, the words slip out before you can stop them.

"some girls at the party were laughing at me."

rafe’s entire demeanor shifts. his jaw tenses, his grip on your waist tightens, his eyes darken.

"who."

"it doesn’t matter." you shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself. "they just… they thought i was annoying."

rafe actually laughs, but it’s not amused. it’s incredulous.

"are you fucking serious?"

"rafe—"

"no, because that’s the dumbest fucking thing i’ve ever heard."

you don’t say anything. you just look at him, and his face softens, because he realizes—it got to you.

so he tugs you forward, presses you against him, one hand on the back of your head, the other gripping your hip.

"baby," he murmurs, voice so low, so sure, right against your temple. "i love when you talk."

your fingers tighten in his hoodie.

"i could listen to you all day."

your throat tightens.

"fuck those girls, okay?" he pulls back just enough to look at you, blue eyes steady, serious. "don’t ever let some stuck-up bitches make you feel like you need to be less."

and when he kisses you, slow and certain, you believe him.

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[mixolya]

HIIIII LYAAAAAA uhm so im a reaally bigbigbig fan of your sae x reader works (and that very yummy series of itoshi sae x reader) UHMM can i request a oneshot of sae x reader?? Soooo i dont actually know if your inbox is open or not so feel free to ignore/delete this request.

Could i request a oneshot where the reader LOVESSS sae with his choppy bangs down? And the reader ALWAYS goes like cuteness aggression and sae would always pretend to not care and all but then like after some time, sae would like start to put his bangs down around the reader?? IM SORRY IS THIS WAS WAYYY TOO SPECIFIC, once again feel free to ignoree, don't forget to take rests and stay hydrated !! 💗😈

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi: sad little prince !

synopsis: in which sae itoshi pretends he doesn't care, but he cares so much.

sae itoshi x reader ⭑ fluff / sae with his bangs down !! + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: thank you sm <33 i'll keep that in mind and start writing more for sae than for rin HEHE (i can't.) thank you for the request i hope ur doing well!!

you don't really remember when it started. maybe the first time he stepped out of the shower with his bangs sticking to his forehead and you shrieked like you'd seen a baby duck and a cinnamon roll have a child. all you know is that the moment you laid eyes on sae itoshi with his bangs down, your brain short-circuited.

"AUGH. WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE A SAD LITTLE PRINCE," you screamed, grabbing at your own hair. "i wanna BITE you."

he blinked at you, towel in hand. "you're weird."

"no because your face- your face, sae," you gasped, as if in pain. "it's like i'm seeing a rare pokemon. you're SOOO cute!!"

he walked away.

but not before you noticed the tips of his ears turning red.

⭑

from then on, it became a game. you seeing his bangs fall down = screaming like a child. him = pretending it annoyed him (fails).

you'd swat at his forehead while he styled them back. "traitor. i loved you for your bangs."

"not because i cook your eggs right?"

"no. i love you because your bangs make you look like a boy who's never known warmth until me."

he would sigh. "touch grass."

but the next time you facetimed, his hair was suspiciously fluffy. unstyled. bangs hanging slightly over his eyes.

you sat up. "hold up."

"what."

"wait-"

"it's humid."

you squinted. "is this a gift?"

he scoffed. "delusional."

but he didn't turn the camera off.

⭑

it started happing more and more.

you'd come over after work, and he'd be on the couch, hoodie half on, bangs falling into his lashes as he looked up from his phone. and you'd melt into the floor like ice cream.

"stop looking at me like that," he'd mutter.

"i can't help it," you'd whimper dramatically, climbing over him to squish his cheeks. "you look like a softie who listens to mitski and feeds stray cats."

he'd roll his eyes. "i literally just elbowed a guy in training ten minutes ago."

"yeah right. did you ever cry to lana del ray?"

you kissed his forehead, he didn't flinch.

⭑

one day, he came over late. hoodie on, hair slightly damp from a shower, bangs down.

you were sitting on the floor in your pyjamas, and he walked in quietly like he hadn't just chosen violence against your soul.

you stared.

he didn't say anything, just grabbed a water bottle and sat next to you. "sae," you whispered, poking his knee."

"mm?"

"you did it on purpose."

he shrugged.

"sae."

"what."

"i think i love you even more when you look like a sad little prince."

he turned to you and smiled softly. then, actually leaned into your shoulder. let his bangs brush your cheek.

"i know."

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

[hypernova-writes]

PLEADR HEAR ME OUT MY TF2 MAJESTY:

The mercs giving or receiving hickeys.

s..specifically medic and sniper 😍 and and also scout… MEOWWWW

thank u sm for feeding me with such amazing content

You're Welcome!! I'm currently cooking up my next long fic right now (more yandere unhinged Medic coming btw-) I also want to apologize for the lack of writing recently! Stuffs been pretty crazy in my life right now but i'm back! still sick but im back! (Or atleast trying to be—)

Merc's receiving and giving Hickeys: [Medic, Scout, Sniper]

Medic

Receiving: Medic LOVES when you give him hickeys. This man will wear them with PRIDE. Give them on his neck, his chest, his arms, hell he even ended up with one on his cheek once.

He bruises pretty easily, so whenever you end up making out and you start trailing down his chin to his neck...Oh he's a mess! He loves teasing you for this though-

"My little liebling...jou just love marking me up~ Don't worry, no one is going to take me from you."

He's LOUD so you better hope that no one is around that day.

Now when it comes to him leaving them on you?

His favorite spots are your thighs and your breasts. He loves how squishy they are and how easy it is to get you all marked up.

It riles him up so much when you two are about to be intimate and he sees the previous marks that he left on you starting to fade.

"Mhm..looks like I need to leave more, Liebling~. Zhey're fading.."

Scout

ANOTHER ONE WHOS LOUD.

He's also very sensitive, like, he starts whimpering type of sensitive, I headcanon the RED Scout to be a bit tanner than the BLU one, so when you mark him up he'll get all flustered because the others can see it.

"Jeez babe, what are ya a vampire or somethin'?.." He loves it don't stop. Will question you if you suddenly stop.

When the shoe is on the other foot?

He's such a fucking teasing prick.

Leaves them in obvious spots, has left one on your cheek before.

He likes to leave them in clusters, so you'll have several aligning one area of your neck. He likes to nuzzle into your skin afterwards to feel the heat of your skin.

"Tch. Why hide em? Everyone in the damn base knows ya my girl anyway."

Sniper

Will become flustered, turn so red that this man could put the damn shirt he wears to shame.

You leave them alot on his chest around his scars, the area is sensitive to him but he loves to look down and see your little love bites.

Doesn't want you to leave them too high up, not that he's not proud to show em off, he just doesn't wanna deal with the teasing he'll get from the other mercs.

"..try to keep em low love, please?..dont wanna hear those blokes mouths.."

Now when it's time to put them on you?

FERAL. FERAL. FERALLLLL

He bites, and he bites hard, you aren't leaving with a hicky you're leaving with a damn bite mark.

Mostly on your inner thighs and your hips. He loves the plush, bonus if you have a belly? Oh yea he's biting there too.

He likes to bite, then suck and lick on the area to make sure his mark stays, if it doesn't, prepare for him to do it again.

He has drawn blood one before, and you thought it was the hottest thing ever, you told him this and all dominance went out the window as he got a little embarrassed.

"..sorry sheila..got a lil carried away..here..let me kiss it better

Writing Snipers had be clawing at the walls of my enclosure— I'm so down bad for this man.

[theyluvjake]

omg hii. damn i luv ur blog, girl its so fuckin' good like..whaaaaaaatttt gurlll. i need pls pls somethin for jay with a daddy kink plssss pls pls>-<🍥😭💔🙏

hii!! omg thank u sm!!! thats so sweet i really appreciate it lots!! 🥹💗 genuinely ty for supporting!!! and ur wish is my command 🤗 been dying to write something for this so thank u <3

daddy kink jay fuckekffuduiddidifkcfk enjoy ! i know i did!

18+ minors dni.

ᢉ𐭩 cw: dom!jay, daddy kink, rough sex, slapping, manhandling, big dick jay!!!

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"knees baby."

without another word you were on your knees infront of jay, looking up with the prettiest puppy eyes he'd ever seen. he couldn't help himself right now. he had just gotten home from work and you had insisted on showing him everything you got while shopping today, "fashion show style". of course, including all the lingerie sets you had picked out.

clearly he had a favorite. i mean he loved them all, obviously. but the way you looked so pretty and innocent in the little sheer pink slip... you looked like his perfect little doll. and it instantly drove him mad. didn't help that he had a particularly stressful day at work aswell. you could tell. you always could as soon as he came home. so you knew exactly what you were in for tonight.

"fuck doll, you look so damn pretty." jay hummed, his index finger dropping down to lift your chin slightly, making sure your gaze was perfectly fixed on him. though it was nearly impossible to miss the giant outline of his bulge that had formed in his slacks even in your peripheral vision.

"daddy's perfect little doll ,hm?" his hand lightly slid its way towards the back of your head pulling your hair lightly, causing you to whimper. you instantly nodded even in his grasp but that was not enough.

"say it."

"'m daddy's perfect l-little doll..." you whined as your cheeks flushed profusely. not only did you know how much jay loved when you called him daddy, but boy did he know you loved it too.

"thats right baby, you gonna be good for daddy then, hm?" he used his grip on your hair to readjust your gaze towards the buldge in his pants. nodding instantly. hands eagerly fumbling with his belt before you got it undone and pulled down his pants along with his boxers to let his throbbing length spring free. you stared for a minute, in awe. you had seen it more times than you could count but the size of it especially up close, would always shock you.

"you're cute baby, but get to work." his voice was a little rougher this time. you instantly obeyed and reached your hands up to stroke him, slow at first. "dont fucking tease. use that pretty mouth the way i know i trained you to use it."

without a second thought you took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue along his tip, lapping up all the droplets of precum that had been leaking out. quickly getting to work and bobbing your head up and down on his huge cock. "thats it baby, just like that. fuck you were made to suck cock weren't you?" he scoffed as his hand started to tighten in your hair gently starting to help guide your head along him.

"dumb baby waited all day to have daddy's cock in her mouth m?" he cooed tauntingly, his other hand mockingly stroking your cheek. he could tell just by the way you were a writhing mess on your knees that you were having the best time. he already knew you were a dripping mess. which is why it was always perfect to have you suck him off before he fucked you.

he rocked his hips guiding your head and slowly fucking your mouth, "fuckk.."

"you take dick so good doll. look at you." he hummed watching the pretty little mess infront of him as you focused on breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat so he could fuck it. - but after a few more minutes he suddenly pulled you off of him. leaving you gasping and trying to clean up all the drool from your face.

"get on the bed." he commanded and just like that you obeyed. knowing exactly what he wanted without any other words. you got up on to the bed, all fours exactly how he liked it, chest pushed into the comfortor back arched so perfectly.

jay quickly discarded of all his clothes before getting onto his knees behind you. gripping his length that was already dripping with your saliva and precum. slapping it across your clothed cunt, watching the way you squirmed. "awe, you want more? tell me what you want princess,"

you whined needily shifting your hips back towards him to which he instantly corrected with a harsh slap onto your ass. "speak."

"need more... need daddy's cock inside me.. please"

jay smiled satisfactorily, not removing the matching panties but just pulling them to the side before slowly running himself through your sopping wet folds. "aw you're so fucking wet. dripping making a mess everywhere." - "you need daddy's cock baby? how bad do you need it m?"

you whined feeling yourself hopelessly clenching around nothing, the feeling starting to become unbearable. "so bad please... please daddy... please fuck me." you whined practically crying the words, tears threatening to slip from your eyes. but just before they could you felt him slam into you in one stroke.

you screamed at the sudden stretch. "fuckkk so fuckin tight." jay grunted giving you only a few short moments to adjust to his size before he started pulling out and slamming back into you. quickly picking up a ruthless pace. hands gripping your hips tightly.

"such a good fucking girl, hm? letting daddy use your tight little cunt for his pleasure? my perfect girl." the more he spoke the rougher his actions became. and the more incoherent you did.

it didnt take long for you both to reach the edge of your orgasms. "fuck please... need to cum.." you whined inbetween moans. "me too baby, let go, come on. fall apart on my cock." that was all it took, before you were a shaking incoherent mess, but jay didnt let up not even a little bit. chasing his own high. "gonna fill you up nice and good hm? you want that? tell me you want it."

"fuck! yes please! please want daddy's cum in me, please please fill me up." and just moments later you felt the warm sensation of his cum coating your walls.

jay reached his arm around your waist pulling you flush against his back still burried deep inside of you. placing a soft kiss to the corner of your forehead.

"daddy's perfect fucking girl..."

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[ilovewomenfr]

just take your shit and go

click before reading

ex!abby, bottom!reader

men dni!!!! NSFW

cw: pretty vanilla, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), praise kink, make up sex, idk what else

a/n: yall i thought i would be done this on tuesday. ive been so busy this week w work and life ive barely had time to write. this one’s a bit short but i had to get this idea down. i might improve it some time in the future. not proofreading and i kind of dont like it but thats ok. also requests are open as always. AND THANK YOU FOR SM SUPPORT ON YOU ARE SUCH A NERD! I GENUINELY WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. xx.

you and your ex broke up two weeks ago, a huge fight blew up between the two of you which is why abby is at the door of your apartment, backpack slung over her shoulder, to collect the rest of her things. when you answer the door, you see abby’s gaze rake over your body.

“seriously abs?” you scoff at her, looking down at your abby’s baggy t-shirt, “do i get my shirt back?” she asks as she rolls her eyes at you, gesturing to the band tee. “oh. uh. yeah. i guess” you respond in a quiet tone.

“do you want a drink or something?” you offer and abby shakes her head, her blonde braid moving along with. the braid she would only take out at home when she was with you. the braid you used to tug on when she was drunk off your pussy to see her half-lidded blue eyes. you lick your bottom lip at the thought before shaking it away.

“are you gonna let me come in?” abby asks in a slightly annoyed tone. you get out of the doorway and allow her to come into the apartment. “most of your stuff is on the couch,” you mumble as you point over to the piles of things you threw onto the couch in a blind rage the night she left.

“aw how sweet of you to put everything on the couch for me.” abby says sarcastically, resulting in an eye roll from you. “just take your shit and go.” you grab a couple boxes and put them on the coffee table. you watch as she starts packing away her clothes into the boxes, standing awkwardly. “so this is it then?” you ask,

“what do you mean?”

“all it took was a fight.”

abby walks over to you, crossing her arms and resting her weight on her hip, “you were the one who told me to get out and never talk to you again, if i remember correctly.”

“because i was mad. i didnt actually expect you to go.” you look up to her eyes, trying to find any trace of resentment, but you find none. instead you still find love, “why are you looking at me like that?” she puts her hands on your waist, instinctively your own arms wrap around her neck. “im not looking at you like anything.”

“you are.” you play with her braid, “you’re looking at me like you still care.” she leans in and kisses you, catching you by surprise. the kiss is full of longing and desire. the way she holds you makes you feel as though a fire is stirring within you. she pulls away and sighs, walking back to the couch and sitting down.

“youre so confusing. i mean you tell me to go then dont want me to go? then you dont even text me for two weeks and when you finally do its because you want my stuff out of the apartment.” you nod, knowing you’re in the wrong here. “but i still care about you y/n.” abby leans back on the couch, practically beckoning you to come and sit on her lap.

you make your way over to the couch, sitting in silence as the both of you look at each other, tension growing in the air. “im sorry. i shouldn’t have told you to go.” you apologize, breaking the silence. “i shouldn’t have left.” her voice is softer than before, her hand find its way to your knee and her thumb brushes soothingly along your skin. the apology hangs over the two of you, and once again your eyes meet. abby’s eyes have a look of desire in them, one you know all too well. that’s all it takes for you to climb over and straddle her.

her hands find your hips immediately, “i’ve missed you, ya know.” you say gently, “prove it.” your hands hold her face and you kiss her again, sensually and slowly. abby’s hands run up your back to your hair trying to deepen the kiss. you part you lips and your tongue meets hers. you almost moan at the familiar taste, but you pull away instead, “does that prove it?” she lowers you onto the couch so you’re below her, “haven’t proved it quite yet.” she murmurs as she captures your lips once more. her hands slide up under your shirt as your tongues dance together, palming and squeezing your breasts, the simple action resulting in arousal shooting down to your core. she captures your moans with her mouth, before planting kisses down your neck, suckling the sweet skin.

moments later both your clothes are on the floor as abby kisses your inner thighs, “abs please” you beg, “i need you.” she looks up at you, “mm look at you begging for me, so needy, huh?” she goes back to sucking and kissing your thighs and you push her head towards your soaked pussy, “abbyyyy please.” you beg, “hm? what do you need pretty girl? need me to eat your pussy?” she nudges your clit with her nose eliciting a needy whine from you. “fuck, just eat me out already! please!” your begs are desperate now, your aching cunt waiting for attention. she pulls your legs over her shoulders and laps your slick, the sensation drawing a shiver from you. your hands clutch her hair as she begins sucking your clit, “fuck abby yeah” the moan is involuntary and in response you feel the vibration of her own.

youre a complete mess under her by the time the knot in your stomach snaps, your release dripping out of you pussy and onto your thighs. abby just keeps going, lewd sounds leaving you and echoing around your living room. she slips her fingers into you and curls them, your back arches as she repeatedly hits your g-spot, “so fuckin pretty when you’re falling apart baby” she murmurs softly. she uses her thumb on your clit and it’s like you’re on top of the world, your cries are becoming pornographic at this point and it’s just egging her on, “yeah, you like my fingers filling you dont you?” she nips your hip, “mmhh yeahhh. fuck baby ‘m gonna cum!” she keeps hitting your g-spot and the pressure building up inside of you reaches its peak, you feel your legs shaking as you cum on her fingers, “youre doing so good for me baby.” she lets you ride out your high on her before sliding her fingers out, “fuck i missed you so much abby” you say, she kisses you, “i missed you too”

tags: @jamiesturniolo

[g1rld1ary]

mister carter - jily x fem!reader pt 4

prev wc: 5998 summary: you get offered a permanent position at the firm and the potters invite you to dinner to celebrate. they're very gracious hosts warnings: nsfw mdni! pervy boss, inappropriate work relationships & hr nightmares, age gap, objectification, degradation (use of slut + whore), kissing, nipple play, groping, piv sex, praise kink? power dynamics, dom!lily and james and submissive!r, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, pls let me know if i have missed any i'm not used to tagging smut!! me: this is the final part of mr carter!! i have enjoyed writing it sm and im so glad that yall seem to enjoy it too! i dont have any more parts planned BUT if i got a request i was inspired by i wouldnt be against writing more!!

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Two weeks before the end of your internship, you got the email you’d been dreaming of: an offer for a permanent position in the firm. Low level, of course, but low level could lead to higher levels, and your dream of being a partner could become your reality.

You rang Lily as soon as you got the offer, squealing over the call. She matched your energy, congratulations flowing as she invited you over for dinner with her and James. You accepted immediately.

As well as being intensely attracted to both participants of the couple, you thought of them as real friends. You texted and called Lily often to ask for advice as a young woman in the city or just to chat, and even when you were surrounded by coworkers and unable to sneak away for a hookup, James was more than friendly and always down for a laugh with you.

So when the invitation came your way, you didn’t hesitate to accept.

You didn’t know why you were so stressed about what to wear; it’s not like either of the Potters really cared what you looked like, plus Lily had already seen you naked. You doubted anything would change if you wore the wrong t-shirt.

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you pulled on your lavender lingerie set, the one that Lily picked out for you. You inspected your features almost methodically, ensuring you looked as good as possible before moving on to the rest of your outfit.

After the lingerie, your outer layer seemed like a no-brainer: something Lily had picked out for you. Wearing things specially selected by Lily gave you a crazy feeling in your stomach (or your pussy), a sense of submission by having your choice made for you.

You stared at your appearance, biting your lip as you considered the ridiculousness of it. Dressing up to appeal to a married couple like you were some kind of harlot. Luckily, harlot is a cute word, and you were really too enraptured by the Potters to care.

Still, there you were in a tiny sundress which showcased the entire top half of your breasts, cleavage accentuated next to the white cotton neckline. If you moved too much, the lavender lace would be revealed, but you figured that was okay for a sit-down dinner. Plus, it was only you and the Potters; it wasn’t like you were out at a fancy restaurant.

You stood at their front door, smoothing down your much-too-short skirt as you shifted from foot to foot.

Lily opened the door, face lighting up as she set eyes on you.

“Hello, lovely!” She cooed, wrapping her arms around you. Lily ushered you inside, one hand still holding yours as she led you through a house you were now familiar with.

You entered the warmly lit kitchen to the most delicious smell, and the most delicious view of James in a snug-fitting t-shirt, stirring something over the stove.

“There she is! Our big lawyer,” He grinned, turning toward you with open arms. When his hands rested on your ass, you froze, but it didn’t take long before you melted into his touch.

As you pulled away from him, the sensation of his hands lingering on your body made you realise it was the first time you’d spent any substantial time with both Potters. That changed the dynamic; all summer, you’d been in low-key denial that they were really a married couple, and so it was alright that you were fooling around with both of them. You’d never mentioned any of your actions to the other, but you’d thought about having both of them at the same time more than you could count.

“Do you drink white wine, honey?” Lily asked, perusing an impressive collection of wine, a subtle reflection of their wealth. You nodded, taking a seat at their kitchen island, the same one you’d seen Lily and James fucking on months ago. You pressed your thighs together as the image flashed in your mind, visions of Lily’s breasts and James’s erection plaguing you as you tried to focus on the conversation happening around you.

You clinked glasses with the couple and immediately took a mouthful of wine, hoping it would clear the horny thoughts from your mind. It did work for a second, mostly because you took too much in one mouthful and had to focus on not choking.

Lily and James led you to the table to wait for the main meal to be ready. You sat around the gorgeous oak wood dining table, chatting with wine and cheese as a record played in the corner. It was soft, underscoring your chatter, but you thought it sounded like Billie Holiday.

You listened eagerly as Lily and James told you how they met and their long-lived school rivalry, mooning over their childhood love story. In return, you answered all of their questions, even as they got more and more personal.

“And that was the last time we ever forgot to lock the dormitory,” James laughed as Lily put a hand over his, smiling mischievously.

“What about you? I’m sure you have some wild stories, getting caught, weird places.” Lily looked at you, grasping your hand with an encouraging squeeze.

“Oh, I don’t know… honestly, I’m kind of boring. A boyfriend’s parents walked in one time? Humiliating, but really the extent of any wild experiences.” Both Potters laughed, probably too enthusiastic for the mild tale you spilled, a look passing between them that you didn’t quite catch.

A half hour later, you were deep in dinner, accompanied by another two glasses of wine, the mood intimate in the low light. James had turned the main light in the room off, only a few gorgeous lamps and some candles illuminating you all.

Unfortunately for you, the warm, dim lighting made your hosts look fucking unreal. The shadows and highlights of their faces were emphasised, giving them almost a predatory look, like you were what was for dessert.

You couldn’t look at them as you finished the last of your plate, afraid of the stupid, horny things you’d end up saying under the influence of more wine than you’d typically consume.

Lily collected all of your empty plates as James led you down to the couch in their sitting room, a hand on your lower back as he occasionally did at work. You shivered from the touch, but James was kind enough to pretend he didn’t notice.

He sat down next to you, knee resting against your thigh. He continued chatting about his football team after you’d asked about it earlier, not stopping as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You looked at him with wide eyes, somehow surprised by his advances.

James was leaning in closer, eyes trained on your lips, when Lily returned, holding a bottle of dessert wine and picturesque strawberry shortcakes. Much to your dismay, he pulled away, grinning at his wife.

“This looks gorgeous, love!”

You had only a moment of silence as you tucked into the dessert before you’d all found something else to talk about, moving from music to films to anything else that moved through your brain.

The alcohol the Potters had been insistently feeding you was flowing through your body, making your movements slow and head dizzy. You were excessively giggly, set off at the slightest hint of a joke. Lily and James clearly thought it was adorable, teasing you and your floaty state as all three of you were huddled together despite the size of the couch.

You leant against James as you laughed particularly hard at something ridiculous, too drunk to notice Lily’s hungry gaze or the way James’ hands sat snug on your hips, fingers playing with the hem of your dress, which had ridden up as you moved.

It was half twelve before you glanced at the time, jumping with a start.

“Oh my god, I have totally overstayed my welcome, I am so sorry! I’ll head off.” You pushed yourself up to stand with a start, swaying slightly from the several glasses of wine in your system.

James was up faster than Lily, though they both stabilised you with comforting arms around you.

“Darling, we’re all drunk. You can’t get on the train alone like this, and neither of us should be driving. Just stay the night, our guest room is lovely.”

At that point in the night, you were severely mellowed out and probably malleable to just about anything your intoxicatingly seductive hosts could suggest. You nodded, letting yourself be led through the house between both Potters, nobody mentioning how Lily’s arm was around your waist and James’ hand was cupping your ass. It didn’t occur to drunk-you that it might be wrong.

Lily had lent you a pair of her silky, translucent pyjamas for the night and had given you free access to all the expensive skin care in the Potter's glamorous bathroom. You didn’t use any of course, except for a makeup remover and some moisturiser. Rubbing it into your skin, you felt suddenly self-conscious, like you were parading as Lily in her skimpy lilac nightgown and luxurious creams.

“That is so your colour,” Lily said when you emerged fresh-faced. You thanked her sheepishly, blushing when James gave you an appreciative once-over from his spot behind her on what would soon be your bed.

“Thanks for letting me stay here, Mister and Mrs Potter, and for the dinner. It really means a lot, I’m so grateful for you both.” You might’ve been a bit of a sappy drunk, but you really did mean it. The Potters were the most amazing people you’d ever met, even if they did have ulterior motives in helping you.

“We’re just across the hall. Please wake us up if you need anything else.”

“Or want anything from us,” James added. The innuendo was there, but could have easily been explained by his simple hospitality.

What couldn’t be so easily explained was when Lily leant in for what was probably intended to be a friendly peck on the cheek, but landed on your lips, lingering there until you probably couldn’t claim it was accidental anymore. Nor when James did the same, hand holding your cheek to create intimacy. Nor when nobody mentioned it, trading cheerful goodnights as they left you alone.

You were no longer quite as drunk as before, but still buzzed enough to have a hazy, pleasurable feeling clouding your mind. You knocked out the second you lay back on the Potter’s plush guest bed.

It wasn’t long before you gained consciousness again, the clock on the bedside table showing only 30 minutes had gone by. You were sure there was still wine in your system, but you didn’t feel drunk anymore, staring at the ceiling as you willed yourself to go back to sleep.

In the silence of the room, you heard movement out past the hall. You originally didn’t think much of it; it was totally believable that the Potters were still cleaning up from the meal or getting ready for bed. You started to listen more closely when you realised the sound was rhythmic and repetitive, and you knew instantly in your core what was happening: Lily and James were having sex whilst you were in their house, wearing Lily’s pyjamas.

Silently, you crept towards the closed door of the guest room, sitting and pressing your ear to the wood. You could hear a headboard hitting the wall quietly and muffled grunts and moans.

Your panties were instantly soaked, dripping as their voices flooded your ears. Suddenly, your head felt heavy again, like you were drunk, but you knew better, heady with lust.

Your hands were running across your body before you knew what was happening, one moving to tease your nipple over the silk nightgown, the other creeping down to your lacy panties, just beginning to tease yourself over the scrap of fabric.

You grew wetter by the second, your fingers moving faster until you decided it wasn’t enough, spreading your legs a little wider so you could push the crotch to the side, giving you better access to your soaked cunt.

A first finger had just slipped into your hole when you heard something you didn’t expect. Your name.

“Fuck,” You heard James groan, repeating your name like it was you he was fucking. You froze.

“Yeah, baby, just think about how fucking tight her pretty little pussy would be, how nice she’d milk your cock.” Lily’s voice was husky and seductive, hitching as James clearly picked up the pace, the rhythmic thud of the headboard increasing in tempo.

You gasped, then plunged your fingers back inside yourself more aggressively.

The fucking continued, and both Potters continued to call your name. You realised with a start that this was your chance. If you didn’t do something now, you may never get another chance to be with both Potters.

You hesitantly stood up straight and knocked on their bedroom door, immediately regretting it. They’d hate you, they’d think it was weird, why the fuck would you interrupt them having sex? They were married! Holy shit, you wished you’d just stayed in bed and —

“Is everything okay, lovely?” Lily opened the door, and you couldn’t help how your mouth fell agape. Lily was completely naked, standing confidently in the open doorway; she hadn’t even pretended to be shy by cracking it a sliver.

You truly couldn’t help the way your eyes wandered, taking in her full godly form for the first time. Lily was adorned with freckles from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, a divine figure of curves and creamy skin. Her nipples were a rosy pink and were clearly begging for attention; you could easily imagine James toying with them until they were raw and abused.

Your eyes strayed lower without your permission, fixating on her glistening pussy, arousal spread around her thighs a testament to the act you’d interrupted. That made you look at James, surprised at the way he lounged against the headboard in a salacious manspread, not even trying to cover his leaking cock. When he saw you staring at it with wide eyes, he winked, slowly jerking himself off as he focused on your body.

You realised you’d just been staring between the couple for far too long and tried to figure out how to broach the subject without explicitly begging them to eiffel tower you.

“Hey, um, I heard you call my name, and I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay?” You shifted from foot to foot, trying desperately not to stare at Lily’s bare body, glistening with sweat.

“Oh,” Lily said, a small smile developing, “You heard that? What else did you hear?”

“Um, I, uh, heard you guys moaning and—”

“Having sex?”

“Yeah.” You looked at the floor, becoming more regretful by the minute. You should have gone home, you should have minded your business, you should have —

“Jamie,” Lily looked back over her shoulder to where her husband sat on top of the sheets, rosy cock still standing at attention, “I think our sweet girl is feeling left out and wants to play too.”

James was up in a second, any trace of shame absent as he stood in all his naked glory, slowly approaching you. You tried to keep your eyes on his, but his dick was so big and pretty it was making you salivate. You swallowed thickly.

“Is that it, doll? You wanna play with the adults?” He radiated confidence despite you being fully dressed and he naked, and you could only look at him with doe eyes as he sauntered towards you. You nodded, subconsciously licking your lips, which made James smirk something cocky. “Well, baby, I’m sure we can bend the rules to make it a game of three.”

He reached out towards you, hand caressing your cheek gently. You leaned into his touch, craving whatever he’d give you. The same hand slid down to your neck, soft yet authoritative as he pulled you towards him. Your lips parted slightly in anticipation, moving in sync with his the moment they finally collided.

The kiss was bruising, intense as you were finally allowed to explore each other, unrushed, no longer burdened by the threat of being found at work. James licked into your mouth possessively, smiling into you as he felt your willing submission, your utter trust in him and whatever he was going to do with you.

Your hands immediately found place on the broad expanse of his bare chest, finally feeling the rippling muscles usually concealed beneath exquisitely pressed white collared shirts. James deepened the kiss, devouring you like a starving man.

As you fell together, desperate for the other’s taste, you felt the distinct sensation of James’ straining hard on hitting your stomach while you made out, leaking and begging for attention.

You pulled apart long enough to look down between your bodies, beads of precum leaking from his pink slit onto your nightgown, an intoxicating wet spot forming where you joined.

“Fuck.” It came out as more of a moan than you expected, both hands gripping James’ face to return to your previous kiss with renewed vigour, devouring each other like horny teenagers.

Lily, not one to be ignored, approached your back, hands running up and down your sides. Goosebumps erupted where she touched you, every nerve in your body set alight as you stood pressed between the older couple.

One hand reached up to your shoulder, gently nudging the strap of your flimsy nightdress so it fell down your arm. Lily pressed kisses to the newly bare skin, getting rougher as she moved up to your neck, biting and sucking on the skin until you were sure she was leaving vicious marks. You couldn’t bring yourself to care even an ounce. You simply moaned louder into James’ open mouth, clutching him tightly as the stimulation sent pleasure up your spine.

Your reactions only increased as Lily’s hands snuck around your front, moving to your pert nipples to circle them lightly. You shivered from the almost ghost touch, enough to let you know she was there and in control, but not overpowering anything James was doing. Yet.

Your head fell back against Lily as she began pinching and rolling your left nipple between her fingers, letting a string of saliva fall from her mouth onto the area, adding a delicious change in temperature and sensation. Her free hand reached down between your and James’ bodies, firmly gripping his dick and beginning to jerk him off.

James pulled away from your lips to groan, forehead against yours as he breathed heavily. He locked eyes with his wife, a devious smile building on his lips.

“You know,” He said through a pant, hand moving to play with the nipple Lily wasn’t attending to, “When I told Lils about the first time we kissed, she squirted everywhere. Isn’t that right, babe?”

Lily hummed in agreement against your neck, leaving an especially sloppy kiss against the join between it and your collarbone. She moved suddenly, leaving your neck and breast alone as she dropped to the floor. Your nightgown had pooled around your waist, and Lily helped ease it down with her hands as her mouth moved in the opposite direction, kissing and licking from your shin up to your thigh.

“Well, when James heard about how pretty you looked cumming on our seats, he came inside me on the first pump.”

A broken moan escaped you, overwhelmed by the words and acts of service happening to you. You were more horny than you’d ever been in your life, slick dripping down your thighs in buckets.

“I did,” James admitted with a charming grin, “But how could I not when I get to hear about both my girls getting slutty together?” His words sent a jolt up your spine, and you threw yourself back to his lips as Lily made her way up to your sopping cunt, diving in with the same vigour as that day on her couch.

You turned to jelly at her moves, knees already shaking as she ate you out from behind. James pulled away to watch you struggle with lusty amusement, simultaneously taking in your bare naked form for the first time. He laughed meanly as you struggled to hold yourself up as Lily’s tongue pushed into your tight hole, pressing your eyes closed as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

“Baby, I think our guest is having a bit of trouble. Shall we take you to bed, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t speak, still focused on remaining upright, managing a shaky nod.

“Poor angel,” He cooed, sweeping you up in his arms, though you got the distinct impression he was making fun of you. James dropped you softly onto their huge bed, and you didn’t think you’d ever been on so comfortable a mattress — god bless your torrid work affair, at least being with filthy rich people.

“You like it?” Lily popped up next to her husband, fondling his ass cheek with a mischievous grin. At your nod, she seemed pleased. “Maybe we can all spend more time here together.” Despite all three of you being naked, it was her flirting that made you blush.

“Alright, pretty, now that you’re comfortable, we can really have some fun. Let me see that pussy, doll.” Shyly, you spread your legs, glistening pussy exposed to the married couple.

“Y’look so good like this, all splayed out for me.” James barely controlled his groan, climbing onto the bed with you, pushing your legs wider with huge hands.

He poked around at your pussy, thumb swiping over your clit, clearly enjoying the way your body twitched under him.

“What do you want, angel?” God, if James kept calling you these pet names, you were going to cum untouched.

“Fuck, you, Mister Potter, need you.”

“Need what, baby? Gotta be more specific.”

“Fingers! No, your cock, fuck, anything, please,” You babbled, not even noticing Lily sitting against the headboard, biting her lip at your frankly pathetic display.

“Aw, baby, if you insist,” James cooed, the finger that had been playing absentmindedly with your clit moving down to your tight hole. He smeared some of your arousal around your pussy before his middle finger probed your entrance, the stretch already making you whine.

“Thank you,” You repeated it like a mantra, hands grasping for something to ground yourself with. You were glad when Lily pulled you up against her, your back flush against her front.

Lily took over working your clit as James focused on stretching you out, adding another finger once you’d adjusted to what he already had thrusting in and out of you.

“More, please,” You panted as James had three fingers pushing in and out of you, curling inside you to elicit a bigger reaction.

“More, baby? So needy! Tell me what you want.”

“Your cock, please, sir, need you.” You had no idea where the title came from, but judging by the way James’ eyes darkened and his cock twitched, you’d awakened something for him.

“Oh, you wanna be my little office slut, huh? Prancing around in those fucking skirts so tight I could practically fuck you in ‘em… you’ll get what you want, dirty girl.”

James gripped the base of his cock, rubbing the tip over your folds and tapping it lightly. The sensation had you reeling, legs shaking before he’d even entered you. Just as James lined himself up with your entrance, you stopped him.

“Wait," you said, eyes trained on his leaking dick circling your hole, “Wanna make Mrs Potter feel good, too.”

The Potters locked eyes, both soft and furiously aroused at your words.

“Good girl,” James praised as he manhandled you into position, on your knees with your face level with Lily’s dripping pussy.

“You wanna eat my pussy, baby? You gonna make me come on your tongue?” Lily teased you, fingers holding open her folds so you could see your meal.

James nudged you towards his wife with a huge hand on the small of your back, and that was all the encouragement you needed.

You dove into Lily, lapping at her cunt like it was the last chance you’d ever get to. Lily’s fingers threaded through your hair, holding you so you were pressed against her pussy, nose nudging against her clit as you devoured her.

Lily’s soft, melodic moans spurred you on further, tongue prodding around her pretty pink hole. You pushed through the ring of muscle, grinning as Lily jerked under your stimulation, exhaling breathy sighs as you pleasured her.

James gave you time to get into a groove, lightly running his cock against your folds from behind, one hand gripping your hips to expose yourself to him further.

When he thought you were entranced enough in Lily’s taste, James began to push the fat, mushroom head of his cock into your hole. You almost screamed when you felt him inside you, impossibly thick and pulsating as he grew accustomed to the squeeze of your inner walls.

The cry you let out when you felt his intrusion was unholy, guttural and pornographic at the same time, sending delicious vibrations into Lily’s cunt that had her shaking beneath you.

It only got worse — and better — as James started moving, thrusting himself a little bit deeper each time his hips snapped towards you. You had never been stretched like you were when James was fucking you, your insides screaming with pure ecstasy.

“You ok, angel?” James asked, breathless from his pleasure. You pulled away long enough to confirm that “I’m fine, do not stop.”

James chuckled before picking up the pace, thrusting into you so fast you could feel his balls spanking your clit every time he sheathed himself to the hilt.

The tempo bled into your treatment of Lily, alternating the pressure you put on her soaked sex as you tried to focus on both pleasuring her and fucking yourself back into James. The treatment clearly worked, and Lily’s grip tightened in your hair to be almost painful, her freckled legs jerking uncontrollably as she reached her high. You sucked hard on her clit as Lily unravelled, soaking your chin as she orgasmed loudly, throwing her head back against the beautiful wood headboard.

You didn’t stop, though, continuing to lap at her sweet release until she was forcing your head away, expression somewhere between amusement and exhaustion as she tried to recover from her orgasm, and you guessed it hadn’t been her first of the night. Lily pulled you up for a sloppy kiss, moaning wantonly as she tasted her own release coating your tongue.

“C’mon, beautiful, want to see you come apart on my cock,” James said from behind you, and suddenly his broad chest was pressed against you, the heat almost unbearable along with the overwhelming sensations tingling across your body.

One huge, veiny forearm held James up as the other moved down to your clit, rubbing tight, quick circles right where you needed it most. You were so close, coil tightening as Lily returned to your abused nipples as she continued to make out with you like you were her last meal, licking and sucking your tongue, swallowing your moans.

James pressed against you, face near yours, breath tickling the shell of your ear.

“Y’squeezing me so tight, darling. You like being a little pet for us, hm? What a slut, going after two married people ten years older than you.”

“You like being a little whore for your boss?” Lily murmured against your lips, laughing when you groaned, “Fucking your way to the top like a stupid little bimbo.”

“It’s okay, baby. You can be our brainless little slut, stay here and get fucked by us forever.”

Their words sent you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. White spots blurred your vision, your entire brain turning to static as burning pleasure struck each nerve ending.

You slumped into Lily, and James slowed, but didn’t stop his movements.

“Keep going,” You begged, voice slightly muffled as you spoke into Lily’s skin, “Need you.”

“Fuck,” James grunted, picking up his pace and slamming back into you, eyes trained on where his cock thrust in and out of you, a thick creamy ring squelching at your entrance. His hands gripped your hips as he abused your tired cunt, dick twitching as he grew closer to his own orgasm.

“Go on, darling, come on your intern,” Lily purred, shivering as you started pressing kisses to her clit again. That was James’ final straw, blessing you both with a guttural moan as he pulled out of you, dick springing free with a quiet pop. He spilled himself all over your arched back, ropes of cum shooting up to your hair as James gently jerked himself through his orgasm.

There was a moment of stillness and silence between you all as you recouped after all of your respective orgasms. You started to shift, prying yourself away from where you were comfortable against Lily’s midsection.

“What’s wrong, angel?” James froze immediately, his tone a complete contrast from his dirty talk only moments ago.

“Want you to come in my mouth.” The words were bold, much more so than you’d usually be, but they came from the bottom of your heart. James’ expression darkened.

“Holy shit,” He groaned, “Yeah? You gonna suck my cock?” You nodded resolutely, crawling around the bed so your face was positioned over his dick, drenched in the remnants of your orgasm.

You pressed a dramatic kiss to his perfect pink tip, hand coming to grip the base. Your tongue flicked out for a cursory taste, the mix of James’ natural musk and arousal, along with your own cum, strangely not bad at all.

Your tongue ran smoothly along the underside of his length, eyes trained on James’ face to observe every reaction. He was keeping it together reasonably well until you took his head in your mouth, sucking like you had something to prove.

James’ head lolled back in pleasure, giving you ample time to admire his jaw and bobbing Adam’s apple as he felt your mouth move along his length, leaving behind trails of saliva.

You felt Lily shifting from behind you, moving over to her husband. You looked up at your favourite couple through your lashes, watching them sloppily make out like it was your evening entertainment.

You must have stalled, distracted by the show in front of you and simply drooling on James’s cock, because James’ huge fingers threaded through your hair, beginning to move your head for you, bobbing you up and down until you were gagging. He didn’t let up, and you didn’t want him to.

“Fuck, you’re such an adorable slut, aren’t you?” James’ voice was husky from lust, “Walk around all day like a clever little lawyer with brains in your head, but really you’re just made for this, aren’t you? You made for sucking cock, baby?” He didn’t let you reply verbally, holding you down to choke on his dick.

“Don’t be mean, Jamie,” Lily cooed, hand joining her husband’s to push you down to his pubic bone, “She’s also a nice pair of perky tits and a tight pink pussy.” Lily kissed down James’ body, leaving faint marks down his defined chest and abs, glistening with sweat.

She met you at James’ huge cock, and you were more than willing to share. You made out with the gorgeous woman around James’ length, drenching it in spit as you mouthed your way to his tip.

As you got closer to the head of his dick, you and Lily made contact, alternating between sucking on the twitching tip and open-mouthed kissing each other, wet and messy in your desperation. James watched like a kid glued to the television, unable to look away from his wife and his intern sucking tongues.

You noticed you’d gotten distracted and left James neglected, so your hand moved under where your lips connected to Lily’s, both of you dripping saliva onto your palm so you could return to jerking him off.

James’ moans were the perfect underscore to your make-out session with Lily; you felt like you were in the porn shoot of your dreams.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last much longer,” James growled, hips bucking into your hand. You hesitated, unsure of whether to stay in the heaven of Lily’s lips or switch back to taste James’s cum.

Lily made the decision for you, pulling away after nibbling your lip.

“Go on,” She said, pushing your head back down as your mind went blank, “Suck my husband’s cock, make him cum.” You and James locked eyes, both crazy with lust.

You slurped his length like it was the last thing you’d ever do, one hand fondling and massaging his balls. They twitched in your hands, and you knew he was close, forcing yourself down to the very base of his impressive cock, nose resting against his pubic bone.

“Fuck!” James yelled, with one last buck up into your mouth. He shot ropes of cum down your throat, salty as it hit your taste buds. You kept him dutifully in your mouth as his dick spasmed, pretty noises escaping his mouth. Lily stroked your hair gently from behind you.

“Good girl,” James groaned, finally finished and pulling you off of him. “Fuck you’re so gorgeous. So good for us.”

You giggled airily, cockdrunk and exhausted.

“Come on, honey, lie down with me,” Lily invited you back up to the top of the bed, both of you resting your heads on the pillows. James disappeared for a moment, muttering something about cleaning up, though you were too hazy to understand.

Lily cuddled in next to you, tracing featherlight shapes on your skin.

“Who knew the squeaky clean intern could turn into a pretty little whore for her boss and his wife?” She purred, flicking your red, abused nipple just to get a reaction from you. You jerked under her touch, the sensation both pleasurable and painful.

“Babe, don’t torture her,” James laughed as he reentered the bedroom, two towels in his hands. He cleaned you both up gently before joining you in bed, manhandling you until he was in the middle.

“Both my slutty, slutty women,” He sighed in satisfaction, pressing kisses to both your cheeks.

You all fell asleep like that, a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs.

The rest of the weekend passed in much the same way, and you didn’t think there was a surface in the Potter’s home that you hadn’t been fucked on. The shower, by James; the bay window, by Lily; the dining table, by both.

You didn’t discuss the future of your relationship after your weekend of bliss, but there was the general understanding that the sex you were having couldn’t just be limited to the one occasion.

If you hadn’t already been stoked about having your contract extended at the end of the summer, you were really looking forward to staying in London permanently.

[prettyflyshyguy]

OK I HAVE NO TIME CAUSE I'M PREPPING FOR ART MARKET

HOWEVER.

You know what time it is. I need to do this quick because otherwise I'll explode if I don't know what's going on. You know the drill! Thought's under the cut:

GIRL ME TOO WHEN SOMEONE TRIES TO FLIRT WITH ME

stop looking at people with those huge wet stupid eyes

"we can't fix the hopper because you wanted to download a show"

I'M FUCKING SOBBING HOLY SHIT GO OFF MENSAH THAT ENTIRE CONVERSATION WAS PHENOMENAL THE WRITING AHAHAHA

THE WAY SHE JUST SUDDENLY REALISES AFTER ALL THE TIMES IT'S BEEN COLD, TERRIFYING, UNCOMFORTABLE THAT IT'S JUST HOARDING SHOWS IN ITS HARD MEMORY AND SHE'S JUST SO FUCKING DISSAPOINTED GNOANHGEGJRNIJGERIOGHNE

both of them just have such good fucking expression acting I'm dead I love them both sm

Interesting. Very. Interesting.

It's like she's bouncing between very targeted information gathering and suddenly being very boundary pushing.

Bharadwaj I love you I love you I love you you are SO funny and SO wonderfull (ALSO GURATHIN'S FACE MY MAN'S JUST TRYING TO GET WORK DONE AND NOT THINK ABOUT SECUNIT PENIS GRAFTING)

"Can't you print new wiring?"

"Oh."

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE the way it's now completely mask off. This is its real genuine personality on display. Mensah is experiencing the actual true face of this thing and how it thinks and feels and operates and it's fucking delightful to see the complete shift in tone, body language, the OPENNESS of it's self expression.

"sit on this bunker"

"YOU SIT"

sobbing. I'm sobbing-

"Sanctuary. Fucking. Moon,"

THE WAY MY JAW FUCKING HIT THE FLOOR ON THIS LINE DELIVERY I AM GOING TO DIE THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

MENSAH'S JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL I GET SO ANGRY WHEN I'M PANICKING AND SOMEONE DOES THIS -- but it's the initial pain response. This hurts to watch because I'm Mensah. I've been Mensah.

"DON'T TOUCH"

SCREAMS

this entire conversation is utterly brutal and so, so, so fascinating

Once again: I love her and she feels like she keeps bouncing between saying something very genuine "I want to have kids" and something very REHEARSED - the maps.

"Why dont you tell me what you saw?"

"I think I'd rather not"

GURATHIN'S ONTO HER YESSSSSSS MY MAN YESSSSSSSSS

YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HAHAHAHAA YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I LOVE AN EVIL WOMAN YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

they use cloned neural tissue in transport vehicles!!!!!!!!!????????

ALSO HELLO THIS SCENE HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO

IT USING DIALOG FROM MED CENTRE ARGALA I'M CRYING

"i'm a vegetarian"

"you dont have to eat me, just cut me"

"scalpel"

"wrench"

THIS IS THE BEST SCENE IN THE WHOLE FUCKING SHOW THIS IS THE EBST TV IVE WATCHED IN YEARS

OH MY GOD THIS WAS BEAUTIFULL

THE WAY ITS WALKING AROUND WITH ITS ENTIRE BACK EXPOSED LIKE THAT PUT THAT AWAY YOU SL-

god

THIS SHOW IS SO SNAPPY AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH IT WASTES NO FUCKING TIME

finally we get Murderbot murdering someone on screen!!!!

THE GUTS ABSOLUTELY SMOTHERING EVERYONE IN THE ROOM

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

"but then I exploded Leebeebee's head. And that. Felt good."

WHAT A WAY TO END THE EPISODE HOLY FUCK

The prexaux team finally get to see MB for who it truly is and MB also gets to do some self discovery of a very cursed variety but there's so much undercurrent of internal conflict there. Like yeah buddy I'm sure it felt good to obliterate her, she came onto you, said some rancid depersonalizing thing's about your body and penis grafting, and endangered your entire crew which you keep trying to convince yourself you don't care about in the way that you clearly do.

Why else would you have felt that bad when Mensah scolded you. Why else would you work so hard to not be the monster when you were almost taken over by hostile code. Why else would you work so hard to keep them all safe even when you didn't ever need to, when you could half half assed it and gotten away with it too.

[yurifan000]

tonight i’m feeling abby tbh. need her to do some srs things to me im not playing. like yes i love my els sm she’s baby but when it’s ABBY… baby the urge is carnal. PRIMAL. need her to BREED ME RIGHT NEOW.

like yer fuckin with me. who was up in that naughty dog studio and why was it a horny ass lesbian…

i just know she fucks so good. guys it ain’t even funny. like her strap game is something serious… i would know.

being a bit self indulgent here but i keep imagining her just fucking the shit out of u. like strap on, she ain’t stopping for shit. like think of your most primal, nasty fucking. that’s abby.

i’m all for soft dom abs and even sub abs but WHEEEWWWW. just cocky dom abby. she don’t care how much u weigh, how tall u are, none of that. she’s gonna throw u around like a RAGDOLL 🙈🙉🙈🙉

imagining that shit eating type smirk on her face, her breathing a bit short, and somehow her hips keeping the same steady rhythm for the longest fucking time. and it’s DEEP. SHE DONT PLAY UFGHRJRRRR. and she wouldn’t even be degrading, just condescending and cocky. “feels good right? yeah… know it does.” while letting out a little chuckle when you groan particularly loud.

need to write a little blurb on cocky abby making u feel like ur ready to settle down with her and have her babies. breeding kink n all. maybe one day ☝️

[azulpitlane]

vicious ii I ln4

pairing: ex!lando norris x reader, charles leclerc x reader summary: you are trying to move on from lando but he refuses to notes: more dramaaa and asshole lando sorry, this is short cause i kind of got busy🧍‍♀️ part one, masterlist

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yourusername emails i cant send is officially yours💌

it has been a long and emotional process writing this album but i loved and enjoyed every bit of it<3 im so excited to share this piece of my life with you and officially close this chapter and move on

thank you for the support, ill see you all soon❤️

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user OMGG IM ALREADY CRYING ITS SO AMAZING

user stfu is that charles in the fifth pic?!?

user it is!! he was credited in a few songs for instruments🥹🥹

user because i liked a boy hits so different when u know what she went through :(

maxfewtrell running on stream to listen to it

yourusername pls dont hate im still sensitive user omg noo i cant watch whats he saying about it?? user he loves every song, hes being so supportive and said hes team y/n😭

user her friendship with charles is so cute omg

user “friendship” rightttt😏

user lost lando but got charles, a win is a win

francisca.cgomes love love love💌

user omg i know charles introduced them

user ‘ill see you soon’ ARE YOU TOURING???

pietra.pilao so incredibly proud of you❤️ such an amazing album

yourusername p ily and miss u sm🥹❤️ pietra.pilao i miss you more we need to get together soon! yourusername otw to text u so make plans rn🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

user the fact that landos friends are still supportive despite the breakup tells me everything i need to know

user “officially close this chapter” new era fr🫶

charles_leclerc so honored you even asked me to be apart of this❤️so proud of you ma cherie

yourusername so grateful for you❤️ user JUST DATEEEE user now kiss!!!

Lando so you and y/n huh?

Charles she's my friend is that a problem?

Lando i dont remember ever introducing you two?

Charles not that its any of your concern but i introduced myself last year on the paddock while you were too busy ignoring her

Lando so when i had back turned, you took the chance to steal my girlfriend?

Charles dont try turning this into something its not she's trying to move on so i think its time you do the same lando dont ask about her again. read

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f1gossip Following Y/n Y/l/n's album release, Lando and Charles have unfollowed each other on instagram! It is not confirmed if Y/n is the reason why, but it is heavily speculated. It seems Lando was the first to unfollow and Charles quickly followed suit.

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user all too much for little lando norris

user y/n breaking up a friendship now🙄

user she didnt do anything except release an album on how she felt, if lando gets offended by that then hes clearly the problem here

user 16 4 fans lost today but then again lando started it🤷‍♀️

user karma works in funny ways @landonorris

user lando has every right to be mad imo

user not at all, he treated her like shit then cheated and now hes mad she has friends in f1? make it make sense

user why watch soap operas when you can watch f1

user 2024 season is gonna HIT

user charles is going to have the motivation for wdc now, ferrari fans won🙏

user even though im a lando fan, i have to be team charles and y/n on this one sorry

user yup, after listening to her album i definitely support y/n

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yourusername first time performing my new album at my one night show was the best time ever!! thank you for all that showed up you were an amazing crowd❤️

and just in case you missed my little announcement, bet u wanna is my next single of this album...this one's a little funny when you know the context🙊

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user wish i was able to go :(

user WHATS THE CONTEXT??

user listen to the lyrics, lando definetly wanted her back after his side girl cheated AHAH

user i need to know if charles was there

francisca.cgomes such a wonderful night💌 liked by yourusername

user your stage presence is so amazing

luisinhaoliveira99 so great seeing you🤍 liked by yourusername

user SHE WAS THERE?!? user pls tell me you guys took pictures together

user bet u wanna is so good omg

user are you opening for eras tour in europe

user it is rumored, i hope its true😭

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f1gossip Charles, Pierre, Kika and Luisa leaving Y/n Y/l/n's concert in LA tonight! Thoughts on the singer's new friendship with the drivers and girls?

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user i love them😭❤️

user i was there and saw charles with pierre and kika singing along to every song🥹

user SHUT UPPPP user stop theyre so cute

user luisa and y/n mean everything to me

user them supporting y/n despite the drama with lando shows a lot about him

user ive never wanted to part of a gc so bad

user charles is so supportive, yk who wouldnt be....

user i need them to date, he would treat y/n so good

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user OMFGGG

user i need pics of her and charles NOW

user charles got p1 cause bae was watching🙈

user is she staying all weekend!?!

user her and charles supporting each other omg

user are they finally dating??

user he was asked about it in an interview and he said they were just friends! user ugh can charles make a move already? i dont want another lando situation..

user i wonder if she bumped into lando😳

Lando was y/n really in ferrari garage?

Carlos yeah... are you okay mate?

Lando how can i be? he stole my girlfriend and is now parading her around the paddock its fucked up

Carlos he did say they were just friends and i didnt see them acting like a couple or anything

Lando there's gotta be something more i just need y/n to see who he really is

Carlos i dont know, maybe its time you move on mate

Lando no, i cant give up now do you have an extra paddock pass?

Carlos why...

Lando remember charles' crazy ex girlfriend who was obsessed with him? i heard shes in town to see him what if we send her the paddock pass so she can show y/n how charles treated her

Carlos this seems a little crazy lando why dont you just talk to y/n?

Lando she wont even let me get near her just please carlos? and then i wont ever bring it up again if it doesnt work

Carlos fine but dont tell anybody about this

Lando thank you mate, i owe you

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[nicetrybuster]

LUFFY I NEED SILLY SEX W HIM BRO I WANT HIM TO CRACK JOKES😭

i dont know just imagine he imitates one of those book “doms” then just begins laughing so hard he falls to the ground😛

YES THAT SOUNDS SO FUNNY I LOVE YOU

Warnings: there is no smut I didn't have that energy, Luffy can read

Rubber fun

It was a nice afternoon. You were just reading something you got from the last island that you soon figured out you shouldn't read, "ew." Was all you said before you got up from your chair and put it back on the book shelf, quickly forgetting about it.

Later that day you were just helping sanji with things when Luffy asked to go to your room. "Sure" and off he went, he said he left his hat there so it wasn't a problem right?... Right??

"where is he? It's been hours" You asked, obviously tired, "you can go check yourself" robin answered, ugh this is just the worst. Why can't anything go my way today?

You went upstairs to your quarters

"Luffy come on" you yelled, not expecting that very man to scurry out from sitting down

".. Luf?"

"yeah"

"what were you doing?"

He put on his AWFUL poker face and waved his hands "nothin to worry about!" You looked around your room, and your eyes shot up to your prized bookshelf, a missing book. You never leave a space in between your books. You snapped your head twords him

He sighed in defeat and raised him hands... That was holding your book, but not just any book, it was the smut filled book that you couldn't even get past a few pages! OH SHIT

...you calmed down and took the book away from him "so... How much did you read?" You asked, wondering if he could even read, and put the book back, turning around.

You felt rubbery arms wrap around you, pulling you closer.

"Luffy..?" You asked unsure whether to move or not, Luffy's always been a touchy guy, but he wouldn't do it out of nowhere! He would yell out your name and hug you as tight as he could. But this? This was.. different. More intimate

"Luffy!" You called again, weary of the loud silence.

He buried his head into the crook of your neck, then he was kissing your neck, nibbling on your ears... You weren't even red anymore

Should I stop him? Why isn't he answering? He turned you around and looking at his face, this didn't seem too bad, in fact...

You leaned towards him, Puckered your lips, and waited for him to do the same. This is the Best day of my life!

Laughter. Pure innocent laughter filled the air, you opened your eyes to see Luffy laughing his ass off. ...what?

"Yeah! I read that much!" He said in between giggles, you covered your mouth. How did I fall for that? HOW? THAT WAS LUFFY FOR FUCKS SAKE

"that was sooo funny!" You stared at the wall, completely deflated. "Ha...ha.." you said it like you were dead, he mocked what you were doing, adding more cruelty in this torture.

He did NOT have dinner that day

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That was so fun to write thank you sm (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡ I didn't put that much effort into it unfortunately, I'm just really tired these days

[mariasont]

maria omfg just read be so stupid and the part where u said about listen to spencers heartbeat and i am crazy for this type of intimacy 😫 can u make something with pre relationship spencer feeling his heartbeat i dont know their hearts syncing. really anything with that intimacy!!!! im in love with your writing keep posting cz im eating all up 💝💓💞🩷 kisses

Thump, Thump - S.R.

a/n: hi sug!!!!!!! love love love your beautiful mind!!! pre relationship where there is so much feelings and pining UGH! love! thank you sm for requesting <3

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pairings: spencer reid x reader

warnings: pre relationship cuties, pining, all the things!

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It was so quiet even the sound of a pin dropping might be deafening. In fact, it was so quiet that it felt as though Spencer could've read your mind if he tried hard enough. If he could read you mind, he would unfortunately be privy to your annoying inner monologue screaming:

"How could I be so stupid? I've managed to trap us in a tiny, cramped closet that's barely 9 square feet. How on earth did this even happen?"

Or something along those lines.

You had been investigating a crime scene, and somehow, you both ended up crammed into this confined space, so close that you could feel his surprisingly soft, springy hair, which had grown to shoulder length, brushing against your forehead. The closeness was almost suffocating, and you could hear his breathing, which only heightened your awareness of your predicament.

You find yourself in an incredibly awkward position, pressed against his chest, with your arms pinned at your sides as if you're afraid to make a move. Any lower and you risk an EEO report, but any higher and you'll be holding on to his chest, which somehow felt even more intimate.

"Do you think they're close?" you whispered, not knowing why you felt the need to lower your voice.

It almost seemed rude to speak at a normal volume, as if it would be too intrusive. After all, you'd practically be yelling right in his ear.

"Well, we called them 8 minutes ago," Spencer said, his voice vibrating from his chest to yours. "If they took the normal route, they should be here in approximately 3 minutes and 45 seconds.  The average response time for our team in this area is about 12 minutes, but given the urgency, they might be a bit slower."

His hand moved to rest on your hip, and your body immediately went rigid. A jolt of electricity shot from your toes to your spine.

He sensed the tenseness in you because, well, of course he did. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," you breathed out, straining your eyes in the darkness to discern the details of his face. "Just a little claustrophobic."

That was only half true. It was more that you felt claustrophobic because you had no desire to be this close to the colleague you had been harboring an infatuation with for what felt like forever. He was intoxicating, everything about him. Especially now that you could feel his muscles flex beneath his shirt and breathe in the blend of old books and clean linen that seemed to define him.

Spencer nodded at your words, the movement of his head causing his entire body to shift. This brought him even closer, his arm instinctively wrapping around your back.

"Sorry, my arm was falling asleep," he justified, voice soft. You didn't argue, sparks detonating from the point of contact, your whole body aflame. "You know, sometimes applying gentle pressure can help reduce feelings of claustrophobia. It might seem counterintuitive, but it works."

"Well, I don't think we can get much closer than this," you chuckled nervously.

Spencer, without missing a beat, placed his hand gently around your neck and drew you into his chest. You didn't resist, didn't put up a fight. Your heart pounded, and with your ear now pressed against his body, you could heart his heart. The steady thumps were so clear, you could almost hear the blood coursing through its veins.

You softened into his touch, your hands moving slowly to wrap around his neck, unable to draw away from the continuous pulsing of his central organ. You were sick in the head, that was for sure, but the rest of your body didn't seem to care about your head's woes; it was all too keen to liquefy into his body.

You could likely die here — if the team never got here, and this is how you were to go — locked in a child's closet with the man of your dreams; you thought you might be okay with that.

But fate had different plans, which might have been a good thing; you might have been thinking a little rashly. You blamed it on the lack of oxygen flow. Spencer would tell you that the limited airflow in such small spaces means we're breathing in more carbon dioxide than usual, which can affect cognitive functions and make us feel dizzy and disoriented.

Dizzy and disoriented. Check and check. Now, whether that was due to the lack of airflow was a different story.

Without warning, Spencer's hand moved from your hip to your neck, settling between the nook where your jaw meets your throat. You froze in the spot, lips parted slightly as you watched his mouth move. Was he counting?

You realized he was when he let out a disappointed huff. His hand didn't move from your neck.

"Your heart rate is still pretty high," he observed. "Maybe we should try something else —"

"No, no, it's okay. I think it's working."

You didn't want to lose this closeness, and you weren't too eager for him to find out your heart rate was spiked by something other than the small space you were restricted to.

He hummed in response. You weren't sure if he believed you or not, but he dragged his hand back to your hip.

Thump, thump, thump.

You thought maybe you should tell him how you feel, that perhaps now was a better time than any, that the way your body froze around him was anything but friendly and that the feeling in your —

"Well, it looks like you two managed to stay calm."

Your head snapped up to see the team standing there, gaping at you like you were a couple of zoo animals. If they had given you 5 to 10 more minutes alone, you might have been.

You jumped away immediately, face burning as you raked a hand through your hair, glaring holes into Morgan's skull. On the other hand, Spencer looked slightly smug, a small smile tugging at his perfect lips.

"We were just... waiting," you protested, ignoring the look of disbelief from your unit chief.

Morgan chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, whatever you say, hot stuff."

As you stepped out of the closet, your eyes lingered back to Spencer, your heart still racing. Your eyes met, and the world seemed to freeze for a moment. Maybe you'd tell him how you felt the next time.

"So, pretty boy, you think you'd be that snug with me if we were the ones trapped in there?"

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[ysrjune]

hey there !! I was wondering if i could request a teen!dad scott barringer x teen!mom, like when they find out and probably comfort eachother cuz SCARY and then just the pregnancy overall like them cuddling and being cute, finding out the baby’s gender, shopping for baby, just overall the fluff and then picking names bc i feel like that could be such a funny conversation please no pressure i just think your scott barringer stuff is already good and so cute i love your fluff

[ I love this request. it's soo cute ☺️ ALSO TY FOR THE COMPLIMENTS BB I APPRECIATE IT SM 🩵🩵 I love writing for scott!! hes a bit of a bitch about it in the beginning cause I think thats how he would react to it at first #eventhoughitwashisfault #dumbbitch😣 ]

ENJOY ! ♡

"You're joking with me, right? Like, you're not really having.." he pauses, really taking it in. "A baby." Scott stares down at the cheap test and back to you. "This isn't funny. Don't mess around with me," He says your name with rising anger.

"No. I'm not lying. Why would I lie about something like this?" You cross your arms, starting to become annoyed. "Because you like to pull pranks on me, that's why." Scott responds fast. His eyebrows raise in annoyance as he begins to speak again. "This isn't funny, but it better be a damn joke." He sets the test to the side. "This isn't real. I know it's not."

You shake your head, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "It's real, Scott! It's real. I don't know what else to tell you!" His heart drops to the pit of his stomach. No way. This is just a nightmare that he'll wake up from soon. He stares you deep in the eyes and then stands up from the bed and paces around. "Oh my fucking God." His voice cracks. "Why?! Why me?! I mean.. are you even sure it's mine?!" He points to himself with his hands. Is he joking? seriously? IS IT EVEN HIS??

"Of course it yours. Why would you say that?!" You yell. "Are you trying to call me a whore or something?!" Tears finally spilled on your hot cheeks. "And why you? Why you?! YOU because you can't fucking use a condom and your pull out game is weak!"

Scott side eyed you. He was embarrassed. It IS his fault, but he wasn't going to admit it. What he would do is shut up. A few moments of silence pass, and he hugs you. "Are you gonna have an abortion.." He asks softly. You look up at him and shake your head. "No," you sniffle. "I've thought long and hard about it. I wanna keep it." You say. Scott sighs. "Alright. How long have you known about this?" His arms tightened around you. "Two days."

His hand goes to your back and starts rubbing it. "Do your parents know?"

"No. They can never know."

"Dont be stupid. They have to know. I don't think they'll believe you're just getting fat." He says, relieved that you couldn't see how hard he was trying not to crack a smile and hold in his laugh. You roll your eyes. "I guess." You sigh. "I'll tell them when they get home. You shouldn't be there, though.. my dad has a gun under his bed." You allow yourself to let out a giggle.

Scott smirks and looks down at you. "I can run out-run your old man." He wipes your tears with his thumb. "Stop crying, okay? Im sorry I was being.." He tries to find a word, but you beat him to it. "Mean?"

"Sure, if that's what you wanna say. But you gotta understand why I was.. am.. freaked out. Babe, we're 16. I turn 17 in like a month, but still." He rubs your shoulders. "Teen dad.." he bites his lip. "What's everyone gonna think of me? Think of you? There's like one other girl thats pregnant and she's a druggie."

"They wont know. I'll just wear hoodies all the time." You sniffle. "I've only told Jasmin and Nelly." You didn't have many friends. People you talked to in class? Yes, but not many friends. "I'm not gonna tell the guys. They're all nosy and'll tell everyone." Scott says.

That night at dinner, you brought it up to your parents and Oh they were pissed. Your fathers face went pale and he just stared at you. It was so spooking. He says your full name and then bangs his fist on the table. "DANG NABBIT GIRL, YOU JUST TURNED SIXTEEN AND YOU THINK YOU CAN GO AND HAVE A BABY WITH THAT DUMBASS?! WHYYYY III OUGHTAAA!!" He said a lot of other stuff but you tuned him out, trying not to laugh and cry at the same time.

Your mom calms him down and takes him to the room. After, she came back and sat next to you. "Sweetheart, In no way am I happy about this.. but im glad you said something instead of trying to keep it a secret." She holds your hand. "We'll support you through this, baby girl." She kisses it. "Just let your daddy calm down, okay? He won't let you go through this alone." She says.

4 months, and your belly was already showing a little bit. Scott always loved to kiss it, rub it with his palm, and gently lay his cheek or the side of his face against it. He liked how warm it was all the time.

Scott lays the side of his face on your belly as you two are laid on the couch. He was on top of your legs, a blanket pulled over you as your fingers were running through his hair. The TV was on, playing your favorite show that you've watched so many times already. Scott was watching it with you, but he had fallen asleep. When you notice, you smile and quickly snap a photo and then set it as your lockscreen. How cute!

"you look really good for being pregnant." He says hours later when he's awake and back in your room. "So, other pregnant women dont look good?" you questioned. "Uh, I didn't exactly say that, but.. yeah." He huffs and kisses your belly. "I dunno why, but I like you pregnant." He had a weird thing for the line on your abdomen. He was always staring at it and tracing it with his thumb. #Weirdo

How Scott would react to having a boy:

He would be so thrilled. Happy out of his mind. He could teach his little man how to play sports just like him. He would dress him up in jerseys and beanies. His son would have the nicest shoes even as a toddler. Cool jewlery, nice haircuts, good hygiene—he'd be the best boy dad. Well, let's be honest. Scott wouldn't be an out of this world dad, but he would be a good one. Never missing his sons practices, not yelling at him 24/7.

When his son is old enough, he'd tell him how to catch a ladys eyes. He wouldn't go too far since his son would be 13. But he'd at least say the obvious: Always smell nice, act nice, never pressure a girl into anything, and NEVER get one pregnant. He told his son how exhausting, expensive, and hard it is to be a teen parent.

Teen years are the worst but also the best. Your son has his attention, and that is just so damn annoying. He's also stubborn. You're always fighting with your son, and Scotts is always fighting with him, too. The boys fight more, though. About dishes, laundry, respect for you and him, curfew, grades—the whole shebang. He doesn't abuse his son. He would never. But if your son were to EVER disrespect you (like trying to hit you or call you something like 'bitch' or 'stupid') He'd smack the shit out of the boy. Sometimes, when he's being a smart-ass, he'll backhand him on the back of the neck.

Scott and 16 year old Junior were playing basketball at the park on a Friday afternoon. Junior was doing really well until a few cute girls from his school were passing by. Junior, being a perv just like his dad used to be, was staring at their asses. He was guarding really bad and hardly made any baskets. Scott looked over to what was distracting his son so much, and he literally rolled his eyes and sighed. He understood what it was like to be a teenager with hormones, but really? When they're playing basketball? "Hey," Scott nudges Junior. "Focus here, boy." He hands the ball to him. "You can look at them when you start playing like you actually know how."

How Scott would react to having a girl:

He wouldn't be as excited as he'd be if you were having a boy. Would he be happy?... um. Next question. But either way, he still loves your little girl. Dressing her in cute outfits, letting you teach him how to do her hair, playing dress up and with dolls (in secret), tea parties, and watching princess movies. He loves spoiling his baby girl.

When your girl was 13, Scott didn't give her the privilege to date boys. "Not until you're older than.." he looks over to you. "Her!" Scott cracks a smile but is still serious. You raise an eyebrow at Scott, but let him finish his whole: you're too young to be thinking of boys, you just finished using training bras. Making your daughter cringe.

Scott wouldn't really mind having a tom-boy, but he would prefer his baby to stay girly. He doesn't care about her wearing makeup. She just can't do too much, or else she'll "look like a skank." Crop tops? Whatever, to be honest. He would rather his girl actually dress like one instead of wanting to wear pjs all the time. Here and there, it's fine, but all the damn time? Ew.

He's always buying her things and taking her out for daddy-daughter dates. He holds her hand no matter how old she is. That's still his little girl! And no one could say otherwise.

"Stay still, im almost done." He's trying to do her hair. "Can mommy do it instead!! You're hurting me, Daddy!" The little girl whines, trying to soothe her scalp with her finger. "Fine.." He gives up and sighs, picking her up and taking her to the room where you were doing your makeup. Todays plans were to go watch a movie, shop, and then eat. "Babe, can you do it? I keep hurting her. I feel bad." Scott says and puts her down. "Please, momma! Daddy doesn't know how." She pouts her lips at you. You add lip gloss and then look at your daughter and then Scott. "Of course I can, cutie." You smile.

Scott was offended by how easy you did the girls hair. "Are you kidding me? That took you like 10 seconds!" He complains. "Scott.. it was just a ponytail."

He stands there until your daughter runs back to him and tugs on his pants to pick her up. "Well exCUSE me." He rolls his eyes and picks the toddler off of the ground and returns to the living room.

Shopping for baby clothes gives him a rush, making him nervous. He's really taking in whats happening.

"These are so cute!" You squeal at the small mittens on display. "Gloves? Why do babies need gloves?" He raises his eyebrow. "So that they dont scratch themselves and stuff. It helps them stay warm, too." You smile at him. "Atleast make sure we dont buy any ugly ones, then. Hot pink is a no." He hugs you from behind, caressing your belly.

"Oh my God. I remember watching this." He takes a winnie the pooh onesie in his hand. "We're taking it. Its cute." He adds it to the cart.

This guys likes spending his money on you and baby. He feels responsible and like a good dad already. Speaking of good dad.. hes afraid he'll be a bad one. But hes not. Thats #cool

Hes so embarrassed when he sees people from his school in the stores you're at. Some people just sode eye him cause they dont really know who you are. You didn't go to the same school as him. So of course they're gonna stare when they see a guy from school with some random ass pregnant girl.

Not many knew he even had a girlfriend, but thanks to the group of girls that saw you that day at the store, everyones knows your business. Or they assumed, actually. Scott kept to himself anyway, so its not like he was talking to everyone about his and your situation. When people stare at him in school, he ignores it. And by the time your belly was starting to really show, you switched to online classes.

Almost a year after your kid was born, he switched to a school that offered an early graduation if you have enough credits.

"How about Priscilla?" He suggests a girl name. Priscilla was cute, but it wasnt the one. "No, something else." "Gina." "No." "Rolanda?" "What the hell? No!" "Sherley." "No, Scott." "Wait, I got it.. Everly spelled as E-V-E-R-L-E-I-G-H." "This conversation is over, Scott."

"SCOTT!" he blurts out, trying to figure out a name for your son. "No." "Henry." "Ew." "Spencer." "Like the store?" "Michael." "Eh." "Nathaniel? Vern? Van? Patrick? Arthur? William? Spongebob?! I cant think!" He complains. "I think you should just leave the names to me, sweetie.." you stared at him awkwardly.

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you ended up with Priscilla

it's Benny.

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But request time gurl!😘😌✊, so what about a nerd!Miguel\dom x nerdygirl!reader LIKE IMAGINE THE FLUFF AND THE SMUT THERE BOTH BE A BLUSH MESS but I feel like Miguel would take the lead and show he dom when doing it like dont blame me! 😭✊ like he still nerdy Miguel we all know the sweet boy but let make the nerd that friend s with the popular group and have a girlfriend who is nerdy!reader and which is a very shy person then Miguel is.

Pls my life depends on this request gurl and I hope your having a great day though BYE STILL SO HAPPY FOR YOU EACHING 1k following

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miguel o’hara stars in… ‘OUR FIRST TIME’ (ﾟωﾟ)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.miguel o’hara x reader.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

SMUT

you and your nerdy boyfie, miguel, have your first time together 🩷

cw; loss of virginity, creampie!!!!!, iloveyous, it’s actually really cute, womb fucking ig, softdom!nerd!miguel, NAWT PROODREAD!!!

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@cheonstapes: thank you sm lovelie🩷🩷 apologies it took so long but this was so fun to write and i love your mind. i hope you enjoy beautiful! also tumblr keeps fucking up my italics and bolds so im gonna add them on later!

you and miguel had to have been the most stereotypical couple at the university.

who would’ve guessed the two biggest nerds on campus would’ve gotten together — especially when it was because of your shared interest in genetics. but to miguel’s friends, it was so sweet — a little cringe, but sweet. seeing that it had already been a year since you two started dating, the two of you not being able to hold a conversation without stuttering and blushed profusely was quite concerning.

every time you looked him in the eyes, your heart would suddenly beat a million times faster — face flushing, hands trembling as you try to come off as calm as possible. it was so embarrassing, you could cry just thinking about it. he had such pretty eyes hidden behind those thin frames, didn’t make it better that he would stare into your soul every time you talked.

but miguel wasn’t any better — in fact, he was worse. his whole friendship group being the talk of the college helped miguel to open up more, the persistent attention meaning he had to adapt to being surrounded by people. the incessant staring? that’s him trying to make himself less nervous by making you more nervous so you would stop looking at him so he could admire you without you realising — long, i know. but he loved how sweet you were, the way you were so deeply in love with him — just like he was with you.

walking out of your biology lecture, he speeds up walking to catch you on the othwr side of the room — gently slipping his hands into yours. you tense, looking up at his handsome face before relaxing — “ah, m-miggy!” he smiles so softly, wrapping his beefy arm around your waist. “hey, pretty — you finished for today?” his fingers squeeze the fat of your hips, pulling you into his chest as he leans against a nearby wall.

he always knew how to make you so fucking nervous, staring down at you like you were the centre of his world — which you in fact were. “yeah! i was just gonna go back to my dorm and study. would…well, it’s ok if you’re busy — but do you, maybe, wanna…” god, why is it so hard to ask your boyfriend to hangout! he knew what you wanted to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it. “do i wanna what, hm? i mean — i don’t have any plans later either, i was thinking of going to pete-“

“no!” a brief flicker of slight panic takes over your face, you refuse to be that much of a mess to the point where you can even ask your own boyfriend out. “i mean, would you like to come my dorm tonight? t-to study, obviously.” amazing job, girlfriend, amazing job. once again, he wore that stupidly handsome smirk — fingers kneading the soft flesh of your waist. “study? of course, babe — why didn’t you just ask?” prick.

miguel always said he found it easier to study when you were right next to him — as in, resting in between his legs as your head lay on his chest. “did you get the answer to number 8? i think i missed that lesson…” you tilt your head, looking up at him. you looked so cute with your little glasses as you studied, a small pout on your lips as you tap on his leg for him to help you out.

he was thinking a lot of things right now, and none of them were the answer for number 8. before he met you, miguel was always deep in his studies — head buried in a textbook every night. but now you’re his, he can’t think about anything else. the outline of your chest against your tight shirt, pert nipples straining against the fabric since you insist you feel better without a bra — he wasn’t a perv, but damn if you were making him feel like one.

“u-uh…i think — uhhhh…” he was really fucked. your cute little giggle and the way you shimmied around to sit on your knees, hands clutching his cheeks. “migs, you’re burning up! you ok?” he was no ok, not by a long shot. despite having so much attention on him simply because of the people he’s friends with, miguel was still very much a virgin. yeah, he’s jerked off before — but that was only after he met you. your entrance into his life awakened a part of his brain that he thought was forever stored away — and he did not know how to deal with it.

sex was something the two of you were yet to talk about, 2 years into the relationship and it was like you were kids about to have their first kiss. there were lingering touches here and there, but oh how badly he wants to feel your sweet pussy around him. “can… i touch you?” he could barely register the words that came out of his mouth before he takes in the way your face changes completely. the heat radiating from your cheeks could melt the arctic, that was the one thing you weren’t expecting to hear. at all.

of course, you were a virgin too — all in all saving yourself for miguel for when the time comes. you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. he looked so depraved already, panting softly — hair tousled from when he was laying down, you want him so, so bad. “u-uh, yeah — go ahead!” you didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic, but miguel didn’t care — a hand immediately trailing up your plush thighs, toying with the edge of your panties under your skirt. “you’re…you’re so pretty.” he could feel his hands shaking, heart pounding in his chest — the warmth of your skin and the small moans leaving your lips were fucking with his head.

the tender skin was so sensitive, causing your thighs to tremble under his touch. he didn’t expect you to be so sensitive. fuck, did he want to tease you for it, but he couldn’t talk — not when he was already about to bust when you haven’t even touched him yet. “mmm — m-miggy.. please..touch me.” you could tell he wanted to, he just didn’t know where to start. his fingers ran up your inner thigh, teasingly running over the small wet patch on your cute panties.

he felt like a newborn learning how to walk again, the rugged rhythm in which he was working your little clit showed how inexperienced he is — but you didn’t care, especially not when you yourself couldn’t even notice his lack of technique. he fully pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side — there was a sharp in take of breath from him as he stared at your bare cunt, his bulge pressing harder aganst the mattress.

“g-god, baby, can… can i taste you, please?” miguel couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded, he had dreamed about eating your pretty, little pussy out for ever now, the thought of you denying him that now would break him. “y-yeah, fuck. please, miggy.” his tongue immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers probed your tight hole.

he knew you would need some extra prep to be prepared for taking him, so he made sure to make you feel as good as possible — he wasn’t about to let your first time be your worst. the fat of your thighs were tight around his head, holding him in place as he steadily fucked you with his tongue. for someone who was a virgin only 20 minutes ago, he sure knew how to work that tongue — your breathy moans breaking through the sloppy squelching noises of your wetness.

“migs…i — mmph!” the sensation was unknown but not unwelcome. a firm pressure in your tummy that felt like a dam about to burst all over your boyfriend’s face. miguel’s watched enough porn to know what that sound meant, reluctantly sitting up from his position between your legs to peer down at you — drooling cock bobbing between his thighs. he licked your arousal from his lips, shakily grabbing onto your legs to push them over his shoulders.

“baby, ‘m not letting you cum until you’ve had my cock in you — ‘s not how it works.” he felt like he was going insane, the sight of your pussy, so tantalisingly close to his length — the chubby tip poking against your entrance. you could only nod, you couldn’t argue with that — not when you’ve been waiting for this moment. upon getting your approval, he wrapped a beefy hand around his cock — smearing his pre-cum along your puffy folds.

he was so slow when he pushed into you, the sheer girth of him stretching your poor pussy thin. “fuckin’ hell, baby— s-so, so tight.” his strong hips pounded against your pelvis, your skin tinging a faint shade of red. your body was jostled against the headboard with every thrust, a thick rim of cream forming at his base. miguel was lost in the feeling of your cunt, drooling mindlessly against your neck as he rammed deep inside of you.

“m-miguel…!” the harder he fucked into you, the shakier your voice was — whiny moans and heavy grunts reverberated through your small dorm room. he couldn’t believe how good fucking you felt, your velvety walls gripping onto him like a life line. miguel was completely delirious, only letting incoherent mumbles — a bruising grip on your waist as he brings you back against his cock.

“ohhh, f-fuck…! iloveyou, so — shit, so much!” your pussy was so good, he didn’t even realised it slipped out — i love you. he really did, and in this moment — there was nothing else but the two of you, connecting so beautifully as you give yourselves to each other fully. he messily sucks on the skin just below your ear, simply grinding into your womb as his hand trails down your back — squeezing the flesh of your ass to pull you flush against him.

“i…i love you too, migs.”

you..you love him too? fuck. his hips stilled, gooey cum filling your cunt raw as he pours all of his love into you. miguel’s back heaved, his arms giving out under him as he falls on top of you — wrapping an arm around your waist as he carefully rubs your clit. his heart was soaring, smiling down at you as he fucked himself into overstimulation — determined to see you cum all over his cock.

“my pretty girl, you’re all mine — wanna see you cum. you gonna cum for me, yeah?” god, his voice was husky and deep — tickling your ear and sending tingles down your spine. your legs trembled, cunt spasming as it gushed out that clear liquid. it coated the sheets below you, splashing against his stomach — a low, gravelly moan leaving miguel as he filled you with his cum once again.

the two of you laid in silence for a beat, panting softly as he rested on your chest. one of your hands moved up to cup his face, picking up his glasses from your bedside stand — placing them on his face, albeit with wonkily but it matched that dopey grin on his face. “i swear to god, i’ve turned you into an animal, migs! you sure that was your first time?” giggling, you kissed his lips softly — nimble fingers brushing through his sweaty hair.

“guess i got a bit carried away, huh?” he sighed, softly rubbing your tummy. “‘s not my fault i’ve got the most beautiful, sexiest, most loving, caring, perfect, goddess of a girlfriend anyone could wish for.”

miguel was embarrassingly in love with you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

-smack myass like a drum