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Danysdaughter Masterlist

Lizzy • 19 • she/her • fanfic author • bucky barnes enthusiast • MDNI • POC girlie

This blog is mainly for Bucky Barnes

My ask box is officially:

CLOSED TO REQUESTS

RULES FOR REQUESTS:

→ fluff and angst is always allowed

→ any kind of smut is allowed, except the HEAVY bdsm kinda stuff (yeah I am no expert, so don't ask me to write for that freaky business)

→ If you want to request a part 2 to a fic i've already written, please tell me what you would like to see in part 2

→ i will not write anything to do with sexual assault or rape

→ I will not write about cheating (if it has to do with bucky barnes SPECIFICALLY — if it's a past relationship cheating is allowed)

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•*⁀➷ I Think I Love You (5.4k words) ✵

— fwb!bucky x new!avengers!reader

— [smut + angst + hurt/comfort + fluff]

you agreed to keep it casual—just sex, no feelings. but when loving bucky in silence begins to break you, walking away is the only thing you can do… even if it destroys you both.

•*⁀➷ Hold Your Breath (6.6k words) ✵

— civil!war!bucky x fem!reader

— [angst + hurt/comfort + smut]

after a panic attack triggers something raw and vulnerable in bucky, a desperate kiss turns into a night of urgent, clothed intimacy where he clings to you for grounding, connection, and humanity.

•*⁀➷ Hold Your Breath - Pt 2 (15.8k words) ✯

— post-civil!war!bucky x reader

— [angst + hurt/comfort + smut + fluff]

a year after the fallout of the sokovia accords, the avengers come out of hiding and turn to nelson & murdock for legal defense. as you work alongside them, the tension between you and bucky barnes simmers—still unresolved since the night you pulled him back from the edge in berlin.

•*⁀➷ Come Home To Me (14.7k words) ✵

— 40s!bucky x 40s!fem!reader

— [fluff + angst + smut + hurt/comfort]

during the rise and ruin of the second world war, a sharp-tongued brooklyn girl falls for james buchanan barnes—only to lose him to the battlefield, a presumed death, and the silence that follows.

but almost two years later, when the war is long over and the wounds have scarred over, he comes back through your door, proving that some promises do survive the fire.

•*⁀➷ Come Home To Me - Pt. 2 (8.8k words)

— 40s!bucky x 40s!reader

— [angst + hurt/comfort + fluff + smut]

he came home in pieces, broken but breathing, and slowly—painfully—learned how to be whole again in the arms of the woman he loved and the child he never thought he’d meet. now, with another baby on the way, and a house built from promises once whispered in wartime, james buchanan barnes is finally learning what it means to be at peace.

•*⁀➷ The Soldier And The Vixen (14k words) ✯

— 40s!bucky x 40s!fem!reader & winter!soldier x hydra!reader & post!tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

— [fluff + angst + graphic + hurt/no comfort]

once comrades bound by war and affection, two soldiers-turned-weapons are reshaped into monsters by hydra, their humanity fractured and memories blurred.

now free but haunted, they struggle to untangle love from programming, grief from guilt, and healing from the wreckage of who they used to be

•*⁀➷ Still Yours (9.4k words) ✵

— thunderbolts!bucky x fem!reader

— [smut + angst + hurt/comfort + fluff]

bucky lets his relationship slip into the background for the sake of duty and public image. but when the distance starts to break them, he realizes he’ll do anything to fight for the love he almost lost.

•*⁀➷ After Hours (7.8k words) ✵

— au!bucky x teacher!reader

— [fluff + smut]

when bucky barnes keeps showing up early to pick up his nephew from school, it’s definitely not just about being a good uncle—it’s about the sharp, no-nonsense kindergarten teacher who won’t give him the time of day. one desperate club night and a locked bathroom later, you finally do.

•*⁀➷ Once More To See You (12.8k words) ✯

— 40s!bucky x 40s!reader & post-catws!bucky x fem!reader

— [smut + angst + hurt/no comfort]

in the 40s, the two of you were meant to be forever—wild, in love, and untouched by anything but each other. but time tore you two apart, and when fate brought you back together decades later, love still lived between you and bucky... just no longer in the same lifetime

•*⁀➷ Confidential Affairs (4.4k words) ✵

— congressman!bucky x assistant!reader

— [fluff + smut]

congressman barnes thought he had control—over his office, his image, and especially his no-nonsense assistant. That illusion ends the moment you hit a man's head against a table, ruin your blazer, and ride him across a random desk like you're the one running the country.

•*⁀➷ It's Strange You Never Knew (3.5k words)

— 40s!bucky x 40s!reader & post-tfatws!bucky x 40s!reader & minor!40s!steve x 40s!reader

— [angst + hurt/no comfort]

decades after vanishing into war, bucky hears a voice on the radio that stops him cold—a voice he thought he'd never hear again. what he uncovers is a song written for him, by someone who loved him quietly, and died before he ever had the chance to say your name out again.

•*⁀➷ Сетка (10.4k words) ✵

— civil!war!bucky x widow!reader

— [angst + hurt/comfort + smut]

when you, a former red room widow crosses paths with the man who once trained you—now a ghost of the monster you remember—your collision reignites memories neither of you can outrun. in a world that only ever taught you two to survive, you find something you were never trained for: each other.

•*⁀➷ I Thought We Were Already Dating (4k words) ✵

— congressman!bucky x fem!reader

— [fluff + smut]

you thought you were spiraling over a situationship—meanwhile, bucky barnes had been acting like your very committed, very oblivious boyfriend the entire time. one public meltdown, a congressional office full of witnesses, and a very intense kiss later… you're officially his girl (and he never doubted it).

•*⁀➷ Please (3.6k words) ✯

— [congressman!bucky x gf!reader]

— [fluff + comfort + smut]

after a long day of political masks and quiet exhaustion, congressman barnes returns home to the only person who doesn’t ask him to perform—but demands his honesty. in your hands, he’s not a soldier, or a statesman—just a man unraveling, piece by trembling piece, begging to be seen, touched, claimed.

•*⁀➷ Red Is The Color Of Want (4.8k words) ✯

— civil!war!bucky x widow!reader & winter!soldier x widow!reader

— [hurt/comfort + smut + angst]

in a crumbling safehouse far from the fights you both escaped, you—a former black widow—unravel the man beneath the metal as the winter soldier comes undone in your arms. but when a page of trigger words drags bucky back into the shadows of who he used to be, the only thing more dangerous than his programming… is how much he needs you.

•*⁀➷ The Education Of James Buchanan Barnes (6.3k words) ✵

— post!tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

— [fluff + smut]

when dating apps fail him and thirst traps become his downfall, bucky barnes finds himself spiraling down the internet’s most unholy rabbit hole—pornhub.

what starts as horrified research turns into full-blown obsession... especially when you, his sharp-tongued best friend, catch him red-handed and make very sure he lives out every filthy fantasy he’s been hiding.

[muqingslover]

I just wanted to ask you (since I saw this prompt before and I wanted to hear your take on it), in a Cherry Magic AU setting, MC can hear the thoughts of the lads men. Who do you think would have the most unhinged train of thoughts/ stream of consciousness?

I just have a feeling that Zayne would be the most surprising/unhinged since he's so calm and collected, even cold on the outside, so he has to keep a lot inside. (Or maybe I'm just biased because I'm a Zayne girlie and he's my pookie)

I absolutely love the way you write! The flow is so nice and easy to follow. Overall, it's relaxing and entertaining to read what you write!!

[ AAA THANK YOU SM FOR THE KIND FEEDBACK! it means everything to me I'm so so so glad you enjoy it! 💕🫂 I actually didn't know what Cherry Magic was but omg?! it's so cute!? I just had to do this! ]

Coming in hot in first place we have the IT boy himself.

His thoughts are not technically unhinged as they are just OVERWHELMING.

You would be having lunch and Caleb's sitting across of you like 😊 while his mind is filled with so much stuff.

'Their lips are a bit redder today...Is it because of the spice? I should tone it down next time, oh but they look so cute like that. Their eyes are all watery it's so damn cute, so cute so, so so cute— Huh? They're staring? Oh *I* am the one that's staring. Look away look away, yeah, alright, smooth.'

His thoughts are extremely noisy all. the. time. It's pretty much about everything, but especially you.

I also feel like he repeats a lot of words regarding you like he'd immediately go 'Cute, cute, cute cute cute—' when you laugh at what he said or have an internal panic if you did something to tease him 'Too close oh god— They're close, close, close, too damn close— I can feel their body warmth—'

CATCH HIS LYING ASS POOKIES, I mean ahem.

Guys this man will have the most innocent smile on his face when he claims he'd never do something and when you take a peek inside his thoughts he is most definitely thinking about doing it.

"I have no reason to steal your clothes. C'mon now pipsqueak— Yes, yes, I pinky promise I'm not messing with you this time."

'Shit shit shit shit shit. I didn't have time to wash it yet— Why are they doing laundry today anyway? They usually only do it on Friday nights.'

Second place belongs to none other than to the neighborhood freak.

Now Xavier is a mix of absolutely empty no thoughts at all to freaky ahh stuff.

He will have a nonchalant face but his thoughts? oh dear lord.

"My throat feels a bit sore because of the weather recently."

"Let's buy some cough drops for you on our way back."

'I wonder if I can still do it tonight...I wouldn't want them to hurt their throat more. Oh. If I cover their mouth shouldn't it be fine? What should I use...Wait, I should ask them later about it...........I wonder if they'll sit on my face again.....that was nice..........Kinda sleepy.'

He is also the only one of the crew that is not particularly embarrassed, freaked out or even worried that you can read his thoughts.

If anything, Xavier believes it makes communication a whole lot easier. Sometimes he's so tired that even speaking takes a lot of energy from him so being able to tell you what he wants just by touching you is an advantage.

Yes, he will absolutely think about freaky things on purpose only to see your face turning red.

I think fishie takes third place.

#Meangirl alert. /hj

Rather than it being about you it's more about his brutal honesty in general. Lord have mercy when he is grading projects from his classes.

Rafayel is someone that calculates his words (and actions) A LOT, which means this is a nightmare for him. He doesn't want you to see past the fun, sassy persona he shows you.

Especially if the subject about his past came up because then things could get real ugly, real quick.

"I would never hurt you like that, Raf."

'...That sounds like a cruel joke. You don't know that. You don't know anything about me. About us. How is this fair? How can I tell you about what you did— About what *I* had to do when you look at me like that?'

"...I know. I trust you."

You would also realize he is actually a lot more apathetic towards others than expected. The humans' opinions/ problems are simply not something he can bring himself to genuinely care about unless they affect him or you directly.

Lastly, he hums and sings A LOT in his head. Usually they're very old, beautiful songs from his homeland and it's really nice to tune in his private radio station.

Maybe controversial but this man's thoughts are clean as a whistle.

Unless he is actively doing something sexual Sylus is not thinking about anything remotely dirty.

Personally I believe his mind is quiet in general. He has an internal "To-do list" and that's what you will hear for most of the time.

'Oh, their water bottle is cracked. I should get them a new one soon. The twins' new jackets are being delivered today, that's good. It's getting colder already I don't want them to get sick again. The new supplies will need my signature so I must return before the sunrise. Tomorrow the new restaurant they mentioned opens, I'll make sure to ask them for dinner. '

On the other hand, his thoughts can also be quite vulnerable and insecure towards your relationship with him.

Almost every night when he holds you in his arms you will hear him think 'Please stay with me.' and he sounds so genuinely afraid.

You will also hear him think a looooot of 'I love you' during the day at random times. He's just a large, lovestruck puppy looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

The calmest thoughts but the cutest of all of the boys.

Like, you don't understand he's sooo damn cute.

Zayne may look like he'd rather be anywhere else but here and then you touch him and what you get is

'...I wish I had gotten the limited cat keychain from the cafe. Perhaps they'll rerun it next spring. I'll take them with me then........We could get matching ones....Well, if they agree to go with me. Or I could bring it to them as a gift, that would be nice too.'

Another one that has an mental "To-do list". During work hours he's extremely focused and his thoughts rarely, if ever, stray from what he's doing.

When with you his mind is calm (unless you're teasing this poor man because then his mind is going into OVERDRIVE.) and his internal comments are suuuuper soft and loving.

'Their hair is styled today...it looks really nice. Should I tell them? ....No, it's best not to. Hm....Oh, right. I have some leftover candy from my appointments today, I'll give them some instead.'

10/10 experience guarantee.

[haikyuubby]

YOUR RELATIONSHIP IN SONG FORM

songs that relate to your relationship with mha boys…

↳ featuring: shinso, bakugo, kaminari, todoroki, hawks, and dabi.

★ warnings: straight up smut, female reader

this was just an excuse for me to put y’all onto some fire romantic/freaky rnb songs…#sorrynotsorry

shinso: ♫ sweat ; zayn

❝ give you all of my attention. ❞

you and shinso have been together for years, having a somewhat steady relationship.

after having an argument, shinso knew how to comfort you, always being the one to apologize first.

make-up sex was a normal thing for you two to engage in, making it a pleasurable experience for everyone.

it didn’t matter to shinso if this happened in a car, bathroom, bed, or couch. if he wanted to pleasure you, he was gonna do it anywhere he damn well pleased to.

after having an intense argument with shinso, he loves to eat you out, making you forget that any conflict even existed between you two.

his tongue worked magic on your pussy, never failing to make you climax multiple times in a night.

shinso knew that once he cared more about your pleasure than his, that he’d really fallen head over heels for you.

bakugo: ♫ deeper ; partynextdoor

❝ i wanna be your favorite again. ❞

maybe bakugo didn’t know how to be a GREAT boyfriend, and he especially didn’t know much about actually fucking someone when you two first got together.

after a few years, bakugo is a pro at pretty much everything.

which sucks, because you two go through phases of being broken up then getting back together.

even when you two aren’t “dating”, you’re still his, and he’s yours.

if you try to use someone else to distract yourself from him, he’ll quickly remind you why you keep running back to him.

the way that he leaves the darkest hickies on you while rolling his hips into you after a long week of you two being “broken up” will always have you crawling back to him.

kaminari: ♫ on the way ; jhene aiko

❝ i been alone all night, i got you on my mind. ❞

you and kaminari are…overly freaked out.

being friends with benefits had its perks, like being able to get dicked down with no strings attached…

but that’s not how i’d describe your relationship with kaminari.

kaminari knew all the right ways to touch you, making him something more important than just a friend you occasionally fucked.

he was too scared to ask you out though, due to his fear of rejection.

kaminari decided that he’d settle for being fwb, but it was his goal to make you say “i love you” while he’s deep inside of you.

todoroki: ♫ as you are ; the weeknd

❝ show me your broken heart and all your scars. ❞

as the song states, you want todoroki to fully open up to you, broken heart, scars and all.

this is especially important whenever you two are having sex, the experience has to be extremely pleasurable for the both of you in todoroki’s words.

intimacy is something that he’s craved his entire life, so whenever he gets the chance to make love to you, he will.

hawks: ♫ we both know ; bryson tiller

❝ same old shit, pack your bags, come lay back with me. ❞

you and keigo have been fucking with each other since high school, constantly breaking up and then getting back together.

relationship wise, he’s terrible.

he lies to you, barely makes time for you, and refuses to take accountability for any of his actions.

after every argument, keigo comes up behind you, pressing his hard on against your lower back.

muttering stuff like “i’m sorry baby” and “i’ll never do that again.”

you try and stand on business, kicking him out of the house yet again.

that is until you find him deep inside of you that same night, pounding you endlessly.

you knew that your relationship with keigo would be never ending.

dabi: ♫ let me love you ; ariana grande

❝ and if it feels right, promise i’ll stay here all night. ❞

dabi has no problem fucking around with you, he even doesn’t mind once he realizes that he has actual feelings for you.

if you had to put a label on your relationship status with dabi, it would be a situationship.

every time you get close to saying “i love you”, dabi somehow manages to remind you why you haven’t yet.

emotionally, he’s immature; not ready for a relationship.

you just can’t help but fantasize what could be after he buries himself deep inside of you every night, making you feel the best that anyone ever has.

[shawtuzi]

omg i remember your peaches and coconut fics hows my fav couple especially daddy eren i hope as freaky as ever 🤗☺️☺️

they’re doing soooo good!! you remember that fat rock and big house he promised you?? well he was able to get them for you and much more. take a walk with me real quick babe—

this is 18+ so mdni thank yewww!!! cw include: black coded reader, eren being a dad, some talk about church stuff (not rlly), mentions of sexcapades w jean hehe (literally a whole ass flashback of reader giving them both head), oral m and f receiving, eren eating it over her panties, shoe humping, mentions of a lactation kink, unprotected sex, kinda public sex?? they fuck in a bathroom, creampie bc would it rlly be a fic by me if no one was getting nutted in? NOT PROOFREAD SAWRY </3

“ren? rennyyy,” eren’s eyes cracked open at the sound of your soft voice, quickly connecting with yours. you were sitting on his stomach, hands resting on his chest while your cute lil cross necklace dangled in his face. he shifted his head the tiniest bit to read the alarm clock—

6:37 A.M.

why were you waking him up so early?? it couldn’t be for sex…no…he fucked you back to sleep around two, he couldn’t hear any noise coming from your daughters’ baby monitor, he didn’t see your eldest daughter curled up next to him so what could it be??

“it’s sunday eren.”

fuckkkkk. “oh…right,” eren let out a deep sigh, shutting his eyes once more. it was sunday— which means church, which means seeing his father, which means making pointless small talk with your parents, which means hearing your daughters whine and cry about how tired they are and how they don’t wanna go to the church daycare.

“why don’t we just stay in this sunday hm?” eren said, voice laced with tiredness. he brought his hands to your hips, squeezing the soft flesh tenderly. you giggled, burying your face in his neck that still smelled of his body wash.

“very veryyyy tempting but i promised my mom we’d be there this week, plus we haven’t been in a couple weeks anyway,” you kissed at his neck, making him squeeze your hips harder.

unlike both your guys’ parents you and eren do not attend church every weekend and aren’t quite as religious, especially eren. the only reason he attends is because it’s what you want, and he’s not one to object anything his wife wants so he just sucks it up and goes.

“c’mere,” eren muttered, bringing his hands from your hips to your silky smooth thighs. you leant down and he was quick to capture your lips in a kiss, humming in content when you kissed him back. eren bit down unexpectedly on your bottom lip making you gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

you laced your fingers in his soft, brown locks before giving them a harsh tug, breaking the heated kiss. “get ready we leave in an hour….and you may need to take a cold shower,” you giggled, giving his pouting lips one more kiss before making your way to your daughters’ room to wake them. eren glanced down at his semi and threw his head back in annoyance. a cold shower was indeed needed.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“but i don’t wanna go!” your eldest daughter stomped her foot in protest, her big brown eyes welling up with tears. eren sighed, kneeling down to be eye level with her, “it’s just for an hour, see that clock up there? once the little hand is on the 9 mommy and i will get you and we’ll get something special for lunch! how does that sound sweet thing?”

she sniffled and slowly nodded, reaching her arms out to get one last hug from him before you left her with the church daycare. “that’s my girl. mommy, sissy, and i will see you in a bit okay?” he gave her chubby cheek a fat kiss, and wiped her tears before handing her off to the caretaker.

“you’re such a good daddy,” you whispered in eren’s ear, giving the spot below his ear a soft kiss. eren cleared his throat, uttering out a small ‘thank you’. god you were going to be the death of him.

“let me carry this for you,” he didn’t wait for your response, taking the carrier that was holding your youngest. she was fast asleep and by the grace of god hopefully it would stay that way.

you and eren walked hand in hand into the chapel, immediately being greeted by people you’ve known since you were teenagers. you did most of the talking which eren was thankful for, oh how lucky he was to have married a certified yapper.

“y/n?”

you whipped your head around, your mouth dropping slightly in shock. “jean? oh my goodness how are you?” you giggled, bringing him in for a bone crushing hug. eren kissed his teeth, choosing to skip the reunion and instead find your parents to sit with them. you rolled your eyes at him, giggling once more. six years of dating and four years of being married and he still was so possessive. you wouldn’t change a thing about it though.

“he hasn’t changed i see,” jean chuckled, scratching at the scuff on his jaw. you glanced at eren once more, just to find him already looking at the both of you, brows furrowed. “nope…still the same eren we all know and love.” love was an understatement to you though—eren was your moon and stars, your reason for breathing, he was everything to you. he had once told you before—while he was balls deep inside you that he wanted to claim you mind, body, and soul and you would say he definitely succeeded.

you and jean talked for a few more minutes before going your separate ways to find your seats before service started. the second you sat down eren wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible. he nuzzled his nose in your hair, internally melting at the smell of peaches and coconut. after all these years it was still your signature scent, and never failed to make his heart beat faster and his dick jump.

“jean sounds like he’s doing pretty good….said he’s been doing a lot of traveling,” you spoke softly, resting your hand on eren’s thigh, leaning into his side. eren hummed, suddenly finding more interest in your sleeping daughter. she was the spitting image of you—absolutely perfect in every way.

eren tensed when he felt you squeeze his thigh, “you alright my love? you’re awfully quiet, you aren’t upset with me for making you come here are you?” you looked at him with those doe eyes and he immediately felt like the biggest asshole in the world.

“of course not baby i never mind coming here with you, you know that. it’s just that i wasn’t expecting him to be here. we haven’t seen him since…you know,” he trailed off, giving your hand a loving squeeze.

it was true—you both hadn’t seen jean since high school which was when your sexcapdes with him were at an all time high. since then eren has never let another man lay a hand on you sexually. you belonged to him and no one else and he belonged to you just as much.

you felt your cheeks get hot at the memories of the three of you messing around, bringing an amused smirk to eren’s face. as much as he was annoyed to see that man it definitely gave him an incentive to tease you a little about it.

eren glanced over at your parents and his mother who were immersed in their own conversation before leaning in close to you. “remember when you sucked us both off at the same time? you looked so pretty, especially with both our nut on your face. remember that baby?” you gasped at his language, elbowing him in the side making him laugh.

before he could say anything else the service finally started. about fifteen minutes into eren’s dad speaking you felt eren’s thumb begin to rub soft circles on your hip, giving it a firm squeeze every now and again. why oh why did he have to bring up those memories of you with him and jean—now it was all your mind could think about.

*flashback*

“a-ah shit! just like that baby,” eren growled at the way you choked around his dick, spit dripping from your chin and onto the new floral printed dress he’d bought for you. while you were using your mouth on eren your free hand was occupied with jean, stroking his dick in the best way possible.

every time you’d gag harshly around eren your hands would accidentally squeeze his tip a little too hard, causing a symphony of moans to slip past his lips—which also happened to have your cherry flavored lip gloss smeared across them. “sucking us so good baby mmh fuck—thank you. say thank you dickhead,” eren growled elbowing jean in the side. your pulled eren out of your mouth with a pop! quickly engulfing jean’s dick in your warm mouth.

jean’s head fell back against the wall, his adams apple bobbing. “t-thank you y/n, thank you so much,” his voice sounding whiny and breathy, and he might’ve cared sounding like that in front of eren if you weren’t making him feel so sooo good. you hummed around his dick, your tongue licking the underside of him to bring him closer to his orgasm.

your jaw was aching and the whole lower side of your face was covered with spit and their pre but you were as content as could be. the way you squeezed your thighs together didn’t go unnoticed by eren, so him being the sweet boyfriend he was gently nudged your thighs apart before pressing his shoe against your pussy. you wasted no time humping his shoe, your little mewls and moans making shivers crawl up jean’s spine.

eren nudged jean, a devilish smirk on his kiss swollen lips. “see the way she’s humping my shoe like a little slut? you fucking wish huh?” he chuckled, his head tilting back in pleasure when you began to play with his balls. jean’s nostrils flared as he took in the way you desperately ground your pussy against eren’s shoe.

“she’s so wet—fuck how is she so wet just from this?” eren let out a breathy laugh because jean did sound genuinely astonished at how soaked you were. “see the way her panties are sticking to her pussy? she’s soaked,” eren pressed his shoe harder against your pussy, snickering at the way your hips stuttered.

it was too much for jean. the way your plump lips suckled on his tip, the way your hand squeezed his base just right, and worst of all—the lewd wet noises coming from your pussy just from humping on eren. “i’m not g’nna last s-she’s gonna make me cum, you’re gonna make me cum y/n—”

“not in her fucking mouth you aren’t, how ‘bout we finish on her face? would you like that baby?” eren gripped onto your hair, pulling your off jean’s dick with the tiniest bit of force. your chest heaved up and down as you licked a your swollen lips. the way you looked at him—oh he could’ve taken you right there jean watching or not.

you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and nodded, the sweetest smile now gracing your lips. “yes—please finish on my face,” your hands began to stroke both of their dicks once again, your pussy throbbing at the way they both twitched and throbbed in your hands.

jean was the first to let go of course once he saw you open your mouth, tongue sticking out of course. eren was quick to follow, both of their cum landing on your face in quick spurts. “what a fucking sight this is” eren bit his lip, running his dick over your lips, a chill running down his spine when he felt you suckle on it.

*flashback over*

you felt a particularly harsh squeeze on your side breaking you out of your thoughts. “you’re awfully quiet, i bet you were thinking about it huh? dirty little thing,” eren let out a low chuckle, pulling you impossibly closer to his body. “didn’t we fuck you at the same time that day too? poor thing you were so sore afterwards having two dicks in that little pussy—”

you gasped at his foul language, catching the attention of your parents. “you alright y/n?” your mother asked making you even more flustered. you looked up at eren, then to your mother before standing up. eren’s brows furrowed in confusion when you reached your hand out to him, but he gladly took it anyway.

“my chest is feeling a little sore….i think i just need to go pump or something. do you guys minding watching her for a minute? we’ll be super quick thank you!” you didn’t give them much time to respond before you were dragging eren out of the chapel.

eren pulled you back, stopping you in your tracks, “do you really need to pump? i don’t think i brought the machine with me but i don’t mind leaving to g—” eren was cut off by your lips crashing against his, your hands clutching onto his dress shirt for dear life.

“m’fine ren *kiss* jus’ need you *kiss kiss* really bad” you words were muffled due to your lips never leaving eren’s, but he understood you just fine.

eren grabbed your trembling hand and led you to the nearest bathroom, ushering you into the closest stall the second you entered. “when’s the last time i fucked you here?” eren asked quietly, pushing your front against the stall door. you whined at the sloppy kisses he began to leave on your shoulders and neck, your backside pushing against his growing erection.

“u-um i think it was years ago when—hah! w-we were teenagers,” you let out a breathless laugh at the memory of you both crammed in this same stall, your legs thrown over both his shoulders while he devoured your pussy. eren began to kiss down your neck, then your back until he was kneeling down, face to face with your dress covered backside.

he slowly lifted up your dress, his big hands roaming all around your ass and the fat of your thighs. “m’glad you remember, that’s one of my favorite memories of us. the number one being the day i married you of course,” he chuckled, spreading your ass cheeks to get a glimpse of your already soaked pussy. he licked his lips before taking a long, fat lick up your center, chuckling when he heard you gasp.

even though you were still wearing your panties he could still taste the sweet, yet tangy taste that was you—his beautiful oh so sweet wife. you both stayed like that for a few moments before eren got impatient and yanked your panties to the side, his lips finding your swollen clit with ease.

“r-renny, not so loudddd” you sniffled, reaching your hand back to pull at his hair, running his perfectly styled bun but he didn’t mind in the slightest. your pleas for him to quiet down went in one ear and out the other because if anything it sounded like he was slurping on your pussy even louder than beforehand.

it didn’t take long before you were cumming all over eren’s tongue, your knees nearly buckling at the way he continued to suck on your sensitive clit. “fuck i’ll never get sick of eating this pussy,” eren ran his tongue over his lips and chin, fighting the urge to dive back in just so you could squirt on his tongue.

“gotta make this quick honey, don’t wanna keep everyone waiting too long yeah?” eren kept you facing forward, your back now arched, glistening pussy on display waiting for him to finally fuck you. he ran his tip between your folds, shuddering at how warm you felt.

without warning eren rammed his hips forward, forcing a broken moan to leave your lips. eren was quick to cover your mouth with his hand, hissing when he felt you bite down on the skin. “sorry baby m’sorry,” eren cooed, coating your neck in wet kisses while his free hand wasted no time toying with your clit. his pace was quick and brutal, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout the bathroom.

“mmph—renny,” he heard your muffled voice and removed his hand, gripping your chin to force you to look at him. “what is it baby? what do you need from daddy hm? i’m fucking you good ain’t i?” eren looked down and cracked the smallest smile at the way your pussy was sucking him in, a white sheen of your cream coating his base.

you didn’t say anything, instead you stuck out your tongue waiting for eren to do what he did best—give you the sloppiest fucking kiss you’ve received, each time nastier than the last. eren chuckled and wasted no time sucking your tongue into his mouth, moaning into the kiss. you eyes rolled into the back of your head, your pussy clenching onto eren’s dick like a vice. oh how you lived for his kisses.

eren changed his strokes to deep and slow, trying in any way to contain the loud squelching noise from your cunt. “ah ah ah! o-oh m-my,” you bit down harshly on your bottom lip making eren tisk.

“c’mon baby say what you were gonna say he’s listening,” eren growled, pinching your clit between his fingers. if it weren’t for eren holding you up you surely would’ve collapsed.

“oh my god! e-rennnn,” your thighs tensed as eren fucked you through your orgasm, droplets of your cum dripping to the floor. “fuck yeah that’s it baby, scream for your god let ‘em know who’s fucking this pussy,” eren rolled his hips in a way that had your eyes crossing, the feeling of another orgasm already approaching.

eren released his grip on your chin, his hands now finding purchase on your hips, ramming into you with everything he had. “s’good,” he hummed, giving your ass three quick swats.

“so *thrust* fucking *harder thrust* good *really hard thrust*”

your hands scrambled to find something—anything to grab onto, your legs felt like jelly, you body slowly sliding down which each brutal thrust. “nope get up—stand up straight like a good girl,” eren growled, lifting your body up once more. you were practically on your tippy toes, tongue lolled out, and eyes crossed as eren treated you like his own personal fuck toy.

he’s so damn strong. you could feel his muscles bulging through his dress shirt, his abs that he’s maintained all these years making the most delicious clapping sounds against your ass.

“s-shit m’gonna cum, where you want it honey,” eren let out a shaky breath, balls tightening when he felt you squeeze around him for the umpteenth time. your brain was scrambled, the only form of communication you were able to give him is a whine, your mouth slowly dropping open.

“mmph alright baby i’ll give it to you,” eren gave you three more toe curling thrusts before you came with a squeal, white dots taking over your vision. eren cursed when he felt himself already cumming, quickly pulling out and pushing you to your knees. he slipped his thumb in your mouth, pushing down on your tongue to open your mouth wider before releasing the rest of his cum on your awaiting tongue.

you hummed at the taste of him, taking more of his dick into your mouth with ease. eren’s breath hitched, his thighs tensing up from overstimulation. eren gently pulled you away from his cock, a line of spit connecting your lips to the tip. “i think i got a little inside m’sorry baby” he puffed air from his cheeks, tucking himself back in his dress pants.

eren gently lifted you from the floor, making sure your body was steady before bringing you in a tight embrace. you nuzzled your face into his chest, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

“you good?” he whispered into your hair, gently stroke your lower back. you nodded, holding onto him tighter, whining when you felt his cum drip down the inside of your thigh. “clean it up,” you mumbled into his shirt, your cheeks flaming hot.

eren let out a low chuckle, muttering out a soft ‘m’kay sweet thing’ before pushing your back against the stall once more. he made quick work putting your leg over his shoulder, licking and sucking at your thighs, cleaning up his cum like the good lil husband he was.

once he was finished he gave your clit a soft kiss, letting out a breathy laugh when he felt you smack the side of his head. “i’m done i’m done, now let’s get outta here before people start to wonder where we are,” he figured your parents were already wondering you two had gone off too but he rlly didn’t give a damn—not when you just gave him one of the best nuts he’s ever had.

just as you two were leaving the restroom you bumped into—of course jean fucking kirstein. “what are you doing?” eren asked, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into his side. jean looked at the bathroom door then back at eren, “um using the bathroom? what were you two doing?” he cocked his eyebrow, tilting his head to the side.

you both didn’t say anything, but the fucked out looked on your face and eren’s shit eating grin told him everything he needed to know. “you guys are gross….now if you’ll excuse me,” jean cleared his throat, brushing past you and eren to get into the restroom.

you buried your face in eren’s side in embarrassment making his laugh. “don’t get all worked up doll, you know he won’t say shit—probably in there right now jerking it to the thought fucking you,” eren gave your hip a possessive squeeze, guiding you to the chapel.

fortunately for him service was just finishing up.

“there you two are! you missed the whole thing, what took so long?” your mother rushed up to you both, you could see the tiniest bit of frustration in her eyes.

eren took the carrier that was holding your daughter from her, “she just had to pump sorry we took so long mrs. y/l/n. we’ll be sure to join you next sunday to make up for it i promise” eren used the most sincere tone he could, he gave your hip a loving squeeze when he felt you relax into his touch. “now if you’ll excuse us we gotta get genesis,” you both bid your parents farewell before making your way to the basement where the sounds of screaming children and parents could be heard.

“there’s my sweet girl!” you giggled, giving your daughter a bear hug when she jumped into your arms. eren leant down to give her forehead a kiss, “see? that wasn’t too bad now was? now let’s go get something yummy to eat! daddy’s starving,” he whispered the last part in your ear, giving your behind a pinch making you jump.

“don’t worry i’ll make sure you’re nice and fed i promise,” you giggled giving him three quick kisses on his jaw. eren gave you a toothy grin, ecstatic because he knew you’d keep your promise.

and that my friends is how peaches and coconut! eren and his wifey are living <3

[cece693]

May I request some Will Graham x Werewolf Male Reader? I can imagine Will taking home another stray dog he stumbled upon while driving home at night, totally doesn't care that the dog looks more like a wolf than husky with it's dark fur 🐺

Really smart like covering Will with a blanket when he fell asleep on the couch while doing work and making sure Hannibal don't snoop around Will's stuff when he comes over. Will became ever more conscious of how smart his new pup is after the dog apparently called Hannibal from Will's contact and barked into the phone to let the psychiatrist know that something was wrong (cuz Reader can't turn back into his human form and blow up his disguise) and Hannibal drove all the way from Baltimore to Wolf Trap in the middle of the night to find Will having seizure on the floor and Reader (still wolf) standing beside him so eerily while looking at Hannibal like 'Help him or else'. Such a good boy XD

And if Will ever catch his dog sneaking away into the woods and witnessed the dark furry figure turn/transform into a man, well... Let's just say he'll probably have quite a hot view cuz turning back into a human with no clothes on is just the most logical thing, right? ( ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°) (I never understood how werewolf turn back into a human with at least pants on) Maybe nsfw after that? It's up to you.

So, I was taken aback by this request, but not in a bad way. Like I never thought about this, but it also makes sense when connecting the dots. I didn't include much background info about the male reader, just Will finding him and when he discovers you're actually a werewolf. No explicit smut, but mentions of it. Hope you enjoy!

A Stray In Wolf Trap

pairing: will graham x male reader tags: you're a werewolf, but act like a dog, mentions of hannibal but isn't much of a focus, will is freaky, no he doesn't have sex with a wolf, but his morals are questionable, squint to see you being jealous of hannibal

Will should’ve known better than to pick up yet another stray dog. He had too many already, and the last thing he needed was to put more responsibilities upon himself when he was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Yet, on that chilly Virginia night, when his headlights swept across your dark, wolfish silhouette by the side of the road, he couldn’t just drive by. Something deep in his gut pulled him to stop, and if there was any place you belonged, he decided, it was in his home.

He coaxed you into the passenger seat with gentle words and a leftover half-eaten burger. You almost looked more wolf than dog, but Will dismissed that creeping thought. He tried to convince himself it was your thick coat, the slope of your muzzle. Maybe just a large husky mix that no one cared for. Either way, he promised to put up “found pet” notices. It was only a matter of days—or so he told himself—until someone claimed you.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks into a month. You settled into Will’s life seamlessly. You had your own space in a corner by the fireplace, though you were clever enough to saunter over and curl yourself at Will’s feet whenever you sensed tension coiling around him. It amazed him how soothing your presence was—and how quickly you learned his rhythms. On nights when Will tossed and turned, or fell asleep over cold files on the couch, he’d wake to find a blanket draped over him, your enormous head resting on your paws as if to watch him.

“You’re too smart for your own good,” Will murmured one morning, giving your ears a gentle scratch. “You almost make the other dogs look ordinary.”

He’d laugh it off, attributing the thought to his own habit of anthropomorphizing animals. He spoke to you like a person. But it wasn’t long before even Hannibal, who occasionally dropped by for sessions—or to ‘check’ on Will—took notice. In fact, he commented the moment he walked through the front door and you placed yourself squarely between him and Will.

“What an exceptional creature,” Hannibal mused with a polite, curious smile, though his gaze was calculating. You bared your teeth in a near-silent warning, matching his intensity.

Despite your mistrust of Hannibal, you were fiercely protective of Will. When Hannibal tried to wander into Will’s study uninvited, you ghosted after him on silent paws, letting out a low growl. And though Will didn’t see that particular exchange, Hannibal calmly backed off. Will had no clue that “his dog” was the reason Hannibal stayed so carefully within polite boundaries.

One awful night, everything changed. Will had been battling the encroaching migraines and suspected encephalitis for weeks, but this was the first time it struck so suddenly and violently. You caught him right as he started seizing, crashing to the ground in an unsteady tangle of limbs.

Panic crashed through you. You couldn’t turn back into your human form—not here, not when Will might see, not when Hannibal was the nearest professional who could help. You pawed at Will’s phone, pressing the screen with a careful claw until you found the contact for Dr. Lecter. You tapped it, pressing your muzzle to the mic once you heard the line connect. A frantic bark. Then another. Somehow—maybe from the tension in your voice, or the static of your breath—Hannibal understood. A clipped, urgent, “I’m on my way,” preceded the call ending.

When Hannibal arrived, Will was still unconscious on the floor, his limbs occasionally jerking with aftershocks of the seizure. You stood over him, ears pricked sharply, your eyes flicking to Hannibal with an almost human intelligence. If the doctor did not act, you silently warned, there would be consequences. Hannibal gently coaxed you aside, calling an ambulance and administering emergency aid. Will awoke in the hospital later, disoriented but alive, Hannibal seated at his bedside. You waited at home, anxious and pacing until Will returned—but, ultimately, relieved he was safe.

Time passed. Will’s treatments began to stabilize him. You remained at his side through every moment of his recovery. His resolve to put up “found dog” notices weakened month by month. He cherished your presence too much now. You were so quiet, so fiercely loyal, and helped ease his nightmares in a way even the other dogs couldn’t. But Will’s curiosity about your intelligence never was ignored.

It was four months after your arrival when Will caught you leaving the house around midnight. You slipped through the back door, trotting into the tree line as if you had a destination in mind. Will, who never did sleep well, threw on boots and followed.

He almost lost you in the thick of the forest, but he heard the faint crackle of leaves and found you standing in a small clearing. He nearly stopped breathing when your body began to contort. Fur receded into smooth skin. Joints cracked, rearranging themselves, muzzle shrinking into the shape of a human face. And just like that, you stood there, naked under the moonlight: a man.

You froze, feeling that Will was near and had seen everything. Turning to the trees, you saw his eyes locked on you—wide and in disbelief.

A rush of terror and relief coursed through you in equal measure. You’d wanted him to know—but not like this, with you bare and vulnerable. Will’s chest rose and fell as though he couldn’t decide if this was a nightmare or some near-hallucinatory dream. Time stretched. Will approached slowly. He took off his jacket, his voice low and soft—much like when he’d found you on the roadside.

“You must be freezing.”

Typical Will. Only he could witness a seamless transformation from wolf to human and think about your comfort first. His quiet empathy nearly undid you. Gently, he stepped forward and draped his old, worn jacket around your shoulders. The fabric smelled of him—coffee and soap, a hint of the wooden floors back home.

Will keeps his gaze on your face, though you see a faint flush darkening his cheeks; he’s careful not to linger on your naked body. He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“I—I should ask what you are,” he said, his voice trembling slightly, “but somehow it makes sense, in a way.” He met your eyes, breath fogging in the cool air. “All those little things—how you understood me, how you guarded me. I thought I was projecting.” A shaky laugh escaped him. “Turns out the profiler wasn’t imagining monsters—he was living with one.”

The word monster made your chest tighten. You opened your mouth to apologize, to explain—but Will’s hand came up, thumb brushing the corner of your lips. “Not a monster,” he said, voice steadying. “Just different. And still mine.”

The claim sent a flush through you. “I was scared you’d run.”

“I almost did,” he admitted, shoulders sagging with honesty. “But then I remembered how it felt when I woke up after the seizure and you were the only thing between me and the dark.” His eyes shone, damp in the moonlight. “If you’d wanted to hurt me, you’d have done it long ago.”

You swallowed, throat thick. “I never could.”

“I know.” He reached for your hand, twining his fingers through yours. “Come on. Let’s go home before you catch cold.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice to stay steady. When you reached the tree line and the scattered lights from Will’s house came into view, you paused. Part of you felt that crossing that threshold—going inside as a human—was a point of no return. In wolf form, you had retreated from the world’s expectations, from fear of rejection or exposure. But there was no retreat now, not when he’d seen you, heard you, and still wanted you near.

Will seemed to sense the hesitation, pulling at you like an invisible tether. He turned, offering an encouraging half-smile before opening the door. The other dogs greeted you both with sleepy wags, unperturbed by your new form—proof that, to them, you’d always been pack. Will guided you to the bathroom, turning on the shower and testing the water with careful fingers.

“You should warm up,” he said, voice a notch huskier in the small, steamy room. He stepped back to leave, but you caught his wrist.

“Stay?”

Color rose to his cheeks, but he nodded. Clothes hit the floor in soft thumps. Steam curled around his shoulders, glistening on skin you’d only brushed in moonlit frenzy. Under the water, you washed away dirt and leaves; Will’s gentle hands lathered soap along your spine, fingertips mapping every scar the forest had never seen.

When he turned you to face him, his vulnerability was laid bare—eyes dark with want, but shining with fear that you’d disappear when the water stopped. “I need to say it,” he breathed, palms framing your face. “If you leave now—if I wake up and you’re gone—I don’t know what will happen to the little sanity I have left.”

A growl—soft, protective—rumbled in your chest. You pressed your forehead to his. “I’m not leaving, Will. Not tonight, not ever, unless you ask me to.”

Relief loosened something inside him; Will surged up to kiss you, water cascading between parted lips. The shower’s hiss masked the broken sounds you both made as need bled into touch—his slick hands sliding down your ribs, yours bracing against the tile while he explored every new plane of your body. “I’ve needed you—more than I realized. Even before I knew…knew you were…” Will swallowed, clearly grappling with how to phrase what you were, what you meant. “What if you decide this was a mistake?—”

You silenced him with a gentle kiss. “I can’t leave you, Will. I won’t.” A surge of protectiveness flared inside your chest. You knew how fragile his psyche could be, how much he second-guessed himself, how the world’s cruelty had left him constantly braced for the worst. Will’s breath hitched at the promise in your words. He let his head drop back, exposing the gentle curve of his throat. You pressed your mouth there, tasting the dampness of his skin.

By the time you stumbled to the bed, droplets clung to your skin like stars. Will pushed you gently onto the mattress, straddling your thighs. “Tell me if it’s too much,” you whispered, brushing wet curls from his brow.

“It’s enough,” he answered, hips rocking forward. “It’s everything.”

And indeed, it was everything.

Sheets twisted, breaths hitched. You moved slowly at first—careful of the lingering ache from the shift, careful of the fragile glass of Will’s trust—until his nails dug crescents into your shoulders and caution gave way to raw, pulsing rhythm. Each thrust was a promise: I’m here. I’m real. I’m yours. Will met you with desperate little noises, gasping your name like a litany.

Now, with the rush of climax behind you both, you felt his breathing slow against your skin. You stayed tucked against his neck, exchanging soft, caressing kisses over the rapid flutter of his pulse. Slowly, you became aware of how tightly he clung to you—arms looped around your waist, chest rising in small, trembling exhales.

He was so warm, so alive against you. It hit you all at once: despite every secret you’d kept, every fear of rejection, you were here, in this moment, wanted. You might have stayed there indefinitely—content to savor the soft hush of his breaths and the subtle brush of his lips on your shoulder. But then Will’s whisper came, and it pulled you from the reverie.

“You feel like home,” he murmured, voice hoarse with emotion.

The quiet admission struck a chord deep inside your chest. You lifted your head, gazing down at him. His curls were plastered to his forehead, lashes damp, pupils still wide with after‑shock. Yet the rawness that had shone in his eyes moments ago was softened now—replaced by something gentler, steadier. Belonging. In that moment, it felt like no distance existed between you, as though you’d known each other for much longer than a few months.

“You feel like home,” he said again, but with more conviction.

Your throat tightened. Home. It was a concept you’d almost forgotten—nights spent half‑feral under foreign moons, never daring to stay long enough for roots to take. But here, in Will’s rumpled sheets, it sounded possible. “Then I’ll stay,” you murmured, voice rough. “As long as you’ll have me.”

A shaky smile curved his mouth. “I’m holding you to that.” He shifted, guiding you to lie on your side so he could curl into your chest, legs tangling with yours. You let him arrange you, draping an arm over his waist, fingers splaying across the subtle tremor in his belly—after‑quakes from pleasure and lingering fear.

Silence settled, broken only by the dogs downstairs padding about, reassured that their alpha and his…mate were safe. Will’s breathing slowed, but you felt the question still hovering in him, delicate as glass. “What happens now?” he finally asked, voice small against your collarbone.

“Now,” you said, “we sleep. Tomorrow we talk. I’ll tell you everything you want to know—about the shift, the full moons, the danger.” Your hand skimmed up to cradle the back of his head. “And we figure out how to keep you safe. How to keep us safe.”

Will’s fingers traced idle patterns over the lines of muscle at your side, grounding himself. “Hannibal will have questions,” he warned softly. “He already suspects you’re…extraordinary.”

A low growl rumbled in your chest before you could stop it. Will huffed a tired laugh, rubbing soothing circles over your ribs. “Easy, wolf. We’ll handle him together.”

Together. The word settled between you like a cornerstone. You dipped your head to kiss the soft spot beneath his ear, feeling him melt. “I’ll be here when you wake,” you promised. “No more disappearing into the woods without explanation.”

“And I’ll stop pretending I don’t talk to my dog like he understands every word,” he teased, voice already slurring with impending sleep.

You chuckled, nuzzling deeper into his curls. “I did understand every word.”

“I know,” he murmured, amusement giving way to drowsy contentment. “Guess that makes me less crazy than I thought.”

You tightened your arm around him, letting the steady rise and fall of his chest guide your own breaths. Outside, the wind rustled through pines, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant rivers—but for the first time in years, you felt no pull to run beneath it. Everything you needed was in your arms.

[samkerrworshipper]

initiation pt.3 | barca femeni x reader

warnings: smut 18+ minors dni.

pt.1 -> pt.2

it’s not valentines here anymore but for yall who are/are not celebrating i hope this makes ur day a little bit cheekier ;)

I promise u the freaky stuff is coming but this is the buffer for that lol

Instead of waking up to a warm embrace of Keira and Lucy, you wake up to an empty bed. It takes you a few seconds to take in your surroundings, your body is tangled up in sheets and a duvet. The room is mostly dark besides some light coming in from under the door. You allow yourself to take a deep breath, breathing in the cool air around you and slowly waking yourself up. The ache between your legs is the first thing you feel, it wraps your thighs up like a warm hug and it reignites the previous desire in you as the memories of what you’d experienced only a few hours ago flash through your mind.

If it wasn’t for the bed you were in and the faint sound of moans through the walls of the house you’d probably be a little bit more concerned about your surroundings, but instead the environment you are in only brightens your mood.

It’s definitely not an unpleasant way to wake up, you absorb your surroundings and listen with a light head and fuzzy thoughts as you stretch out across the extremely comfortable mattress, bathing in the absolute serenity that you can feel across your whole body and soul. You’ve been thinking about this night since Lucy had told you about it days ago, stressing about all the different possibilities and things that could happen.

You never, not even in your craziest and wildest dream could have ever concocted some kind of idea that would come anything close to what you’d experienced in the last few hours. From the sounds of it, something was still happening and you’d be damned if you missed out on any of it, so even though it pained you to leave the bed that probably had a thread count higher than the amount of money in your bank account, it was with the hopes that you would get to experience something that was far better than any bed.

You are still as naked as ever, your whole body completely bare as you pushed yourself off the mattress and with unsteady legs onto the floor boards. The combination of the post-orgasm bliss and few hours of rest maKe you feel better than ever and without any struggle you made it to the closed door of the bedroom.

Your skin pricked up, little dots forming against your skin as your exposed body began to feel the effects of being in a room with a fan and aircon on.

You could have taken a sheet or blanket with you as coverage, but you figured that by the noises being produced your companions would be in a similar state of undress and even if they weren’t it wasn’t like they would see anything they already hadn’t.

The hallway you stepped into was empty. Although there were little thready moans coming out from some of the rooms beside your one. Because Lucy had practically carried you into the room you struggled to remember what way to go but you managed to trail your way back to the main room by following the noise that was being emitted.

The sight this time was completely different from beforehand and it took your eyes a little bit to adjust.

There were some people missing, although your brain was still too fogged up to really take account of people, just what was happening around you.

The first sight that catches your eyes is Keira, who has so many hands on her that it’s hard to tell who is who.

Ingrid is the first person you spot, mainly because she’s the least entwined in Keira’s body. She’s got the same strap on that she wore earlier when she was pounding into you, except this time it's being brutally thrusted into Keira’s throat. It’s a pretty sight, Keira’s drool and slobber all over her chin as she repeatedly gags on the strap. Frido is the second person you spot, mainly because her and Ingrid are pretty much next to eachother, the two bestfriends connected by their lips, although it’s not what captures your attention, instead you’re eyes are glued to the suctioned dildo that Frido is riding, her knees bent against the floor, pushing up and down. Your eyes don’t focus on her long, instead searching around Keira. It’s harder to figure out who is behind her, but it’s a process of elimination and spotting different heads of hair and hands. Keira is on all fours with Aitana’s mouth slurping at her from below and Marta’s fingers soundly fucking her from behind. Keira looks so blissed out, like she’s floating on a cloud of dopamine so strong that it could rival drugs.

On the couch is Alexia and Mapi, the two best friends lazily making out whilst their bodies grind down against each other in perfect synchronisation.

Before this, you were fairly sure that scissoring was a social construct, but watching Mapi and Alexia’s hips jolt out again and again is making you reconsider your beliefs.

Lucy, Ona, Jenni and Caro are on the bed, and it’s a sight that you can’t even begin to comprehend.

Ona is laid down on her back on the bed, Jenni grinding down on top of her face whilst Lucy and Caro are down the other end of Ona. At first, you think the two older players are taking both of Ona’s holes, but after a few seconds, and an angle change when Ona’s hips buck, your jaw drops in realisation that the Norwegian and English player are both fucking in and out of the same hole.

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head, you can feel the arousal re building inside you as you watch Caro and Lucy brutally fuck into Ona, pretty much using her to get themselves off. Ona’s body is boneless and unmoving beside her hips which every few thrusts cant up to buck upwards.

You can’t take your eyes off of the sight, it might be rude to stare but in your opinion it would be rude not to admire the complete erotic beauty that is unfolding before your eyes.

“Hola chica.”

The words are directed at you, forcing your eyes away from Ona and to Mapi, whose head has craned backwards to look at you from her spot on top of Alexia’s lap.

There is a thin sheen of sweat across her forrid, her eyes are full of lust and she looks positively feral.

You smile at her, too terrified that if you open up your mouth you’ll say something wrong or let out one of the moans that have built up in your gut from watching Ona.

Your eyes drifted back to Keira on the floor, all three of her holes being used, quite literally having her brains fucked out.

It’s not something that you’ve ever directly desired, but right now it’s all that’s in your mind, you aren’t quite sure if you could handle it, you’ve never taken more then two fingers in your asshole and too be fucked in both fo your other holes at the same time seems like over kill, but watching Keira suddenly makes you so intrigued and suddenly attracted to what she’s enduring.

You don’t know where to go or look, but Mapi ushers you over with her hand and your brain can’t ignore her, so you put one foot in front of the other until you are standing directly in front of the two women.

Alexia smiles at you, her hands are resting on Mapi’s hips, gently helping her to grind against Ale, there isn’t much fervour or energy to it, from what you can tell, it can’t possibly be stimulating enough to put either of them anywhere near the edge, your either wrong or they just don’t mind. There are red splotches up and down Alexia’s chest, little dots and tiny teeth marks that are splattered out across Alexia’s chest and neck.

Mapi has some darker, purple marks across her neck, less than Alexia but far more noticeable.

“How’d you sleep bebita? You feeling rested and up for some more fun?”

It’s bewildering to you how level headed Mapi is considering the situation she’s in. You think about how you would behave if you were in her situation and you are fairly certain it wouldn’t be anywhere near as composed.

“Hoping I didn’t miss out on much.”

Mapi smirks, her lips parting and letting out a breathy moan as Alexia pulls her hips down harder, trying to get her own friction against her clit.

“I’m sure we can find some ways for you to make up for lost time. Come sit down next to Ale, I’m sure she’ll be able to wake you up.”

You drop your body down beside Alexia on the couch, unsure what to do but much happier with the closer proximity.

“Look at Kei, look at how good she’s being, would you like to be used like that?”

Alexia leans down to whisper the words into your ear, her voice low and drawn out.

You bite your lip, happy to let your eyes stray back to Keira, Ingrid is no longer in her mouth and Marta is no longer in her ass, instead Keira is now bouncing up and down on Ingrid’s strap, Ingrid jack-hammering into her with absolutely no mercy.

Keira looks pretty fucked out, you’ve got a better view of her face and body now that it’s not so occupied with so many hands and people.

Her mouth is permanently open, deep moans leaving her mouth every time Ingrid thrusts up into her, the other thing that catches your eye is the way that Keira’s tits bounce up and down with every single movement, her nipples are risen and hard and her right breast has a big red mark on the side of it.

Keira’s eyes are glazed over, but there’s still some form of cheekiness behind them, just from the sight of her you can tell that she’s having the most fun that you’ve seen her have in months, that she’s so incredibly at peace with Ingrid all over her.

One of Alexia’s hands fall from Mapi’s hip, down to you knee first, gently coaxing your legs apart before trailing her hand up.

You look down for a few seconds, before Alexia’s mouth is back pressed against your ears.

“Look at Oni, she’s been such a brat tonight, look how’s she’s getting fucked, look at all those bruises on her, you don’t want that do you? Don’t want to be filled up but on the edge all night, right? Little Oni thought it would be smart co cum without permission so now she has to deal with Lucia and Caro stretching her out with no relief. You don’t want that do you? You’ll be our good girl, sí?”

Your eyes lift up to Ona, her body being brutally used by Lucy, Jenni and Caro. Her pussy is still being stretched by the two women, and to think that she’s going through it without any finish is eye opening to you and also terrifying.

“Yes, Ale.”

Alexia smirks against your earlobe, her lips opening to suck down on the skin whilst her hand trailed up and down the bottom of your stomach.

“Such a good girl, so perfect, so well behaved.”

Alexia’s hand creeps down further, her lips tugging on your earlobe whilst she cups your mound, her ring and middle finger dipping between your folds for half a second to collect some of the wetness.

Alexia pulls it up to your face and after a particularly harsh nip to your ear that has your lips falling open, and Alexia’s fingers in your mouth.

Without any prompting, you suck your taste off of her, the salty and slightly sweet flavour welcome on your tongue.

“Suck.”

Alexia’s fingers are too big for your mouth, something you begin to realise as she slowly attempts to push her fingers in deeper.

By the time they’re at the back of your mouth you’re struggling to breathe, having to switch to your nasal passage to take in oxygen. By the time they’ve hit the back of your throat you are trying your hardest not to gag and to suck on them. Alexia’s lips are a distraction, her mouth has worked its way down from your earlobe and to the sensitive spot on your neck. Your moans are muffled by Alexia’s fingers, two thirds of her fingers as deep in your mouth as they can get.

It’s when your jaw relaxes for the two first knuckles that she decides it's the perfect time to force the final third in.

You gag almost immediately, your throat tightening and struggling to accommodate the extra length that your throat didn’t have the room for.

You tried to slacken your jaw, tried to relax your throat, it was obvious though that Alexia’s fingers were too long.

You are so desperate to please her, to prove that you are her good girl, that you will do anything that she wants or asks you to do, so you don’t end up with a fate similar to Ona’s, so even though you are gagging and struggling to breathe properly you push through, sucking on Alexia’s fingers just as she’d ordered.

Your own drool is dripping down your jaw, you’re certain of it, it’s something that you can’t afford to care or think about though, your focus is solely on Alexia’s fingers and mouth.

Just as you’ve begun to feel slightly lightheaded from the shallow bits of oxygen that you are managing to intake Alexia’s fingers are pulled from your mouth, and whilst you are occupied with gasping for air and Alexia’s fingers shoot right down to inbetween your legs.

Your body lurches at the sudden contact, hips chasing Alexia’s hand desperately.

Alexia allows the movement, her fingers trace the outside of your lips, never even coming close to touching you where you need her most.

“Look at Mapi, look at how desperate she is, using me for her own pleasure. All because of you bebita, all because of how worked up you got her earlier, she’s such a filthy whore for you, isn’t that right Maria?”

Mapi’s head rocks forward to look at you, a big smirk on her face, telling you that what Alexia is saying is true, that some part of whatever she’s experiencing is due to you.

“Are you going to make her come before you hand her off or are you going to make her wait.”

Mapi’s eyes stay locked to your own, even though it’s clear the question isn’t meant for you.

Alexia removes her mouth from your neck, just to stare at you in deliberation out of her peripherals.

“What do you think? Should we reward our good girl, or make her wait? You’d look so pretty coming all over my fingers bebita, but maybe I should make you wait for Lucia? Just so I can watch you get fucked out by her.”

You aren’t sure what you want, with Alexia putting both offers out on the table and making them both sound good, you’re too focused on Alexia’s hand dipping in and out of your pussy to truly comprehend what’s being said.

When Alexia’s fingertips finally make contact with your clit everything you’d begun to process is completely erased from your brain, every single one of your brain cells is completely captured by the sensation of Alexia’s slicked fingers finally touching you where you’ve been so desperately needing her.

“How does she feel bebita, she touching you where you need it?”

You nod your head at Mapi, more than happy to deal with a little bit of teasing if it means that you continue getting what you want.

When Alexia’s fingers migrate further down, her roughened palm moving down with her fingers to grind down against your clit as her fingers tease your hole you moan, louder than you think you ever have.

Alexia’s palm is wonderful, but her fingers slowly slipping into your hole, inch by inch similar to how they did your mouth, is indescribable.

You’re still tight and oversensitive from your previous orgasms, so every single move, every twitch of Alexia’s hand sends shocks through you.

Her pace is similar to the pace that Mapi has set on top of her, fast but thorough, Mapi’s hips gyrating against down against Alexia haphazardly, but with obvious amounts of detail, she’s searching for the friction against her clit, and she knows where she has to angle herself to find it.

Alexia pushes her palm down against your clit, forcing your legs as wide as she can from her spot beside you, her head cocked to the side so she has a good angle of both Mapi and you.

“Watch Oni bebita, that’ll be you soon enough, once she’s had the brat fucked out of her it’ll be your turn. That’s what happens to little sluts who think they know better, who think that they will get away with being disobedient. You’re a good girl though, and if you keep acting like one I’m sure Jenni and Lucia will be happy to reward you, in fact, if you keep being good for me I’m sure that we can sort out any kind of reward you’d like, how does that sound?”

Your eyes lift up to Ona, it’s a struggle to keep them open with Alexia’s constant pace in and out of you but for the sake of obeying Alexia, you do as she’s asked and watch Ona.

Jenni’s no longer balanced on top of her face, now she’s lying to the side of Ona, her hands pinching down on her nipples so hard that there are tears in Ona’s eyes over the torture she’s being subjected to.

Lucy and Caro are no longer pounding into Ona, instead they’ve both pulled out and Lucy’s strap has been thrown to the side, she’s currently being fucked by Caro, right in front of Ona’s eyes, just another form of teasing thrown her way you assume.

“Tell me what you want as a reward, bebita, anything you want you can have.”

It feels like Alexia is offering you the whole world, and yet you can’t even begin to formulate what it is that you want, because there are infinite possibilities and different scenarios that you want to try, but there is one thing that springs to the forefront of your mind, something that’s been buried deep in your mind ever since Keira’s lips had touched yours for the first time just a couple of hours ago.

“Wanna sit on Kei’s face.”

Alexia’s eyebrows raise in intrigue.

“Do you now? Well you prove to me that you can be good and I certainly think that can be arranged, now how about you focus a little bit harder on my fingers so I can focus a little bit more on Maria here, aprobado?”

You nod your head furiously, grinding your hips down onto Alexia’s fingers with motivation.

“No cumming without permission bebita, let me know when you’re close.”

You nod at Alexia, honestly too consumed with the feeling of Alexia’s finger tips repetitively hitting the walls of your insides. When she angles them just right, the pads of her two fingers brushing against your sweet spot, your spine shudders, all the wonderful sensations spreading out across your body.

Alexia’s fingers, whilst they may have struggled to fit in your mouth, they have absolutely zero problems fucking in and out of your pussy, your hole is practically sucking them in with every thrust, trying it’s very hardest to cling onto the feeling of Alexia.

With her palm pushing down against your clit, and your eyes on Keira, it doesn’t take you long to get close to the edge. Keira’s body is limp, her back pressed to Ingrid’s front whilst Ingrid fucks her brutally in reverse cowgirl.

When Keira screams, her own orgasm taking over, you are completely enthralled by the sight, everyone in the rooms seems to be. The noises leaving Keira’s mouth are so loud and so erotic, if you tried you could probably orgasm purely off of them.

Ingrid’s pace slows, but doesn’t come to a full stop, the Norwegian bouncing Keira up and down slowly, holding onto her hips and helping her to ride out her high.

Mapi apparently, isn’t far behind her, the Zaragozan’s moans suddenly becoming a lot quicker and louder, before you miss anything you pull your eyes from Keira, receiving immediate gratification in the form of Mapi, whose hips are stalled, her clit pressed down against Alexia’s as her body and coil in her stomach shatter.

It’s a rare moment where you see Alexia’s confident and composed facade fall. Alexia is beaming, pressing soft kisses to Mapi’s collar bone well before her orgasm hits, murmuring soft spanish words into her skin, very subtly thrusting her own hips up into Mapi, giving her a longer orgasm and something more to rut down against.

“Alexia-I’m close.”

With all the noises and people around you, it’s hard for you not to be on the edge. Alexia’s hand stops immediately, her palm lifting from your clit and fingers slowly withdrawing. It’s sad, being in a room full of people experiencing pleasure and having yours revoked, although you thank the lords that you aren’t Ona, that you aren’t being subjected to the pure pain and hell that she’s being put through.

You also suppose that if Ona wasn’t somewhat okay with it then it wouldn’t be happening, and if she was truly in pain she would safe word. That thought only seems to make you more aroused, the realisation that Ona, to some extent, is getting off on what she’s experiencing.

“Such a good job, bebita, letting me know when you're close. Once Keira has come down I’m sure she’ll have no problems fulfilling that little reward of yours.”

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lol i’m not one to normally leave things at a cliff hanger buttttttt yk gotta keep yall coming back somehow lol xoxo

[totallynotslothhh]

Hiiiii I absolutely love ur one shots especially the snoring or sucking one,so cute!!!!!!

Soooo I wanted to request a joostxreader where joost is tired from all his work and the reader is also tired from her work,so the reader decide to take turn in massaging each other but when it comes to joost turn to massage the reader,her back is very sensitive so she keeps moaning and it escalates into something more than a massage 😍

Feel free to ignore this if u don’t like it!!!!

Also I absolutely love when someone is crashing me with their weight so I like the massage scenario cause well he’s sitting on the reader back (idk😔)

NECESSARY TIREDNESS

pairing: joost klein x fem!reader

word count: 3,279

warning: fluff, smut, spanking, dirty talking, fingering

description: just the request!!

author’s note: I had to make it up to you somehow, and most importantly I had to start working of some requests (i’m sooooooooo slow).

thank you so much anon for this request and the compliments, i love youu!!! your freaky minds mirror mine, don’t worry.

enjoy your reading!!! hope you like it, let me know what you think!

big kisses!

(sorry if there are grammatical errors, I tried my best, English is not my first language!!!🙏)

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The book I had promised myself I’d read -the one that had been buried in the old bookshelf of the apartment I shared with my boyfriend- ended up shamefully abandoned in the rumpled sheets, right next to the spot my body had occupied just seconds before I got up, lured by the sound of keys turning in the front door lock.

I tiptoed to the living room, peeking silently from the hallway and catching a glimpse of my boyfriend’s exhausted figure as he finally made it home.

He locked the door behind him and let out a curse under his breath, making me stifle a giggle as I tilted my head to watch him better: Baggy jeans, the heavy jacket, and the cap he’d been wearing constantly lately.

The scent of his arrival filled the house, that familiar smell that always managed to calm me, the one I found myself searching for everywhere and that I only ever truly rediscovered in our love nest.

His tired eyes landed on my hidden silhouette, and his face slowly gave way to a soft smile.

“Hey, baby” he murmured toward me, before setting the house keys down on the usual cabinet, shrugging off his heavy coat, and taking off the dark cap, as if even the fabric against his skin had started to bother him.

He was left in just his jeans and a plain black t-shirt, which you could tell from a mile away had survived the chaos of the music world.

It was a really stressful time for Joost: barely home, juggling the release of his new album, the tour, and a bunch of video shoots that kept him busy for entire days.

I missed him and we often ended up slipping into small arguments born out of that tension.

-“You were supposed to do the dishes and forgot.”-

-“You said you’d text me after work, but you didn’t.”-

-“You didn’t hang the laundry like you said you would.”-

-“You said you’d buy more detergent, but if I don’t do it, no one will.”-

You know, the everyday stuff couples bicker about.

I’d been pretty busy myself lately: work was overwhelming, stress piling up on my shoulders and the only thing I wanted the moment I got home was to disappear into my boyfriend’s arms, laugh about nothing, count the moles on his skin like they were stars in a constellation.

And more often than not, those weren’t wishes that could be granted.

But apparently, that day, luck was on my side.

I’d left work early, treated myself to a relaxing bath, and now I got to watch my boyfriend come home before ten at night. A miracle.

“I’m so tired” he mumbled with a sigh, heading toward me and down the hallway, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it, only to mess it up even more.

I walked barefoot to meet him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as his hands instinctively settled on my hips, both of us still moving forward, unwilling to let go.

Our clumsy steps brought us to the bathroom door, where Joost looked down at me with a smile and brushed a hand against my cheek.

“I was hoping you’d be home” he admitted, nudging his nose against my forehead before catching my lips in a kiss. I hummed quietly, rising on my toes and letting my hands glide over his warm shoulders, savoring the closeness.

“I was hoping you’d come home early” I whispered back, playfully nipping at his lower lip and pulling him even closer. Like if I let go, he might disappear.

I was wearing only a pair of panties and one of his white shirts, every time I hugged him or stood on tiptoe, the thin fabric slipped and revealed patches of bare skin, giving Joost’s hands all the room they needed. He gripped my bare waist, sending shivers down my spine and leaned in again, trailing soft, lingering kisses on my lips, savoring the moment between each one just to look at me, to admire me.

“Mmm, you stink” I teased with a giggle, sticking my tongue out playfully, which he caught gently between his lips and bit without pressure before replying.

“Thanks for the heads-up. Had really no idea” he said, letting his hand sneak down to grab a bare cheek.

“If my favorite little leech lets me go for just a second, I’ll take a shower and then I’m all yours” he whispered warmly, his voice scratchy with fatigue but softened by the love that laced every word.

“Without this leech, who knows under which bridge you’d be living” I shot back, my teasing clear and his laugh that followed proved I’d hit the mark. I relaxed my arms and let him go, planting another kiss on his lips before I stepped away.

“I really should thank you” he said with the same playful tone, taking advantage of the fact that I’d turned to walk back to the bedroom: his hand landing gently on my exposed butt, the soft slap echoing faintly. I giggled and let out a dramatic little groan, pretending to complain as I made my way back to our bed, crawling under the sheets and trying to pick up the thread of the book I’d abandoned.

After what felt like endless minutes, I saw him walk into the room wearing a bathrobe wrapped around his body and a towel draped over his hair. He threw me a glance with those soft, little eyes of his, carrying with them a familiar kind of tenderness.

“So tired you turned to reading?” he said as he rummaged through the underwear drawer, eventually grabbing a random pair of boxers.

I shifted my legs under the blanket and rolled my eyes toward the ceiling, biting back a smile by pressing my lips together.

“Wanna bet my plan to give you a massage is slowly disappearing?” I raised an eyebrow, closing the book and letting it rest on the nightstand , this time for good. The only thing on my mind now was indulging in some well-deserved affection with the Dutch man standing by our bed.

“Oh my God, yes please baby, I need it” his eyes practically lit up as he looked at me, almost pleading, before dropping the towel and slipping into the pair of boxers he’d just picked up.

“What now? You begging the leech for a shoulder rub?” I teased, sitting up on the mattress while he groaned in protest, mumbling some incoherent mix of words as he let himself fall onto the bed.

“You’re submissive for a massage” I whispered with a smirk, lowering my tone, running a hand through his damp hair before leaning down to press a light kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll give you one later” he muttered, letting his eyes slowly roam over my half exposed body. He reached out and let his thumb trail gently along my bare thigh.

I nodded, recognizing the unspoken agreement and caught his rough hand with mine.

“Come here” I said softly, moving my hand away from his messy hair. I sat cross-legged, waiting for the slow, lazy bear to settle himself in front of me.

I placed my hands on his tense shoulders and helped him relax into me. I loosened my legs, resting them on either side of his torso, comfortably against my abdomen. His arms wrapped around my knees, his hands lazily caressing my calves and his face tilted up to meet my gaze.

“Relax, love” I whispered, my fingers kneading the muscles in his shoulders, pulling a low, guttural moan from his throat as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, letting the tension melt from his body.

“yes baby” I breathed out, letting my thumbs travel to the nape of his neck and then down along his arms. Every spot I touched, I moved gently, slowly, not forcing anything, just trying to work out the stress and exhaustion that had built up over the long, relentless days behind us.

The room was filled only with the sound of our steady breathing, and the occasional soft smack of kisses I leaned down to give him: on his face, often on his lips. I kept massaging him for a solid ten minutes, while his hands caressed from my ankle to my knee, mimicking the pressure I was applying to his shoulders, as if to hint at what he was planning to do next.

“Turn around, baby, and take off your shirt” he murmured, letting go of my legs and shifting on the bed, now kneeling on the mattress. His eyes lingered first on my face, then slowly dropped to my body which didn’t hesitate to obey, slipping off the shirt and collapsing face down onto the bed with a soft sigh.

“Be gentle” I warned, resting my arms at my sides and almost instinctively pressing my breast into the plushness of the mattress to hide it.

“As if I don’t know that already” he replied with a breathy chuckle that cradled my ears and gave me the reassurance I needed to close my eyes and trust him. He straddled me, and I felt the weight of his hips settle against the curve of my backside, his hands placing themselves on my back, right between my shoulder blades.

He began to move his tattooed fingers gently, drawing from me nothing but soft moans and light sighs. My muscles tensed beneath his touch, and my shoulders curled in reaction.

“Breathe, you’re a bundle of nerves” he said, his voice dangerously close to my ear, a clear sign he had leaned down against my body. A cascade of shivers ran down my spine, and Joost’s hands took that as encouragement.

He kept gliding them down the length of my spine, reaching the dimples just above my hips, then pressing softly but firmly as he traced his way back up toward my shoulders. A louder moan slipped past my lips, echoing like a quiet confession that reached his ears.

The more he realized he could draw those sounds from me, the more he caressed and kneaded my back. I could feel the full weight of his body pressing into the curve of my ass, and that pressure only intensified the heat pulsing through me, settling insistently between my thighs and dampening the fabric of my underwear.

“A massage isn’t the only thing you need to relax, huh?” he muttered, halting the movements of his hands as his lips brushed over the sensitive skin of my neck, stealing a sigh that had been caught in my throat.

I bit my bottom lip and arched my back just slightly, barely grinding against his hips.

“Answer me” he whispered again against my skin, gradually leaving a trail of teasing bites that marked a chaotic path down my back. I opened my eyes for a second, catching a glimpse of him from the corner of my gaze, only to close them again when he rose off me and then came the smack. A sharp slap to one cheek, followed by a firm squeeze.

“You already know the answer” I mumbled, the words muffled against the pillow I was now gripping tightly with one hand. Another slap landed, this time on the other cheek, followed by the soothing stroke of a palm, easing the sting with gentle pressure.

“Tell me you want to be fucked” he said, voice oddly calm, as he leaned down with the full weight of his body pressing into my ass. I could feel his erection, growing and insistent, the need between us undeniable and building fast.

I let out a quiet, breathy laugh and clenched the pillow harder, feeling exposed and feverish.

How long had it been since we last had sex? A week? It felt like it.

Suddenly, his hand tangled shamelessly in my hair, yanking my head back and forcing me to arch my spine.

“Say it” his voice rasped close to my ear, and I let out a sharp moan at the tight grip, clutching the pillow even harder and wetting my lips.

“I want it. Fuck me..” I breathed out the words in a half-whisper, barely more than air in the room but they reached him, completely.

He let go of my hair only to bring that same hand around my neck. He didn’t squeeze too hard, just held me steady as he kissed me open-mouthed along my shoulder and into the hollow of my neck, licking hungrily and adding sharp bites that would soon bloom red on my skin.

I closed my eyes, parted my lips, and let out obscene sounds from the overwhelming stimulation prickling through every part of my body. He began grinding slowly against my ass and gently guided my head back down to the pillow, loosening the hold on my neck as his lips traveled the length of my back.

I bit down on my lower lip and released a hot, sex-laced sigh that seemed to stain the white walls of our bedroom. He grabbed the edge of my panties and pulled them slowly upward, creating delicious friction between the soaked fabric and my dripping sex. I squeezed my thighs together and lifted my hips slightly.

“Please, Joost” I murmured, right before the third slap landed on my ass. I jolted from the sensitivity and held my breath.

Without another word, I felt him rise off me and walk to the bedside drawer. He pulled out a condom and tossed it onto the bed near my nearly naked body.

I watched him: the way his hands moved, his flushed cheeks, his heaving chest, his hair almost completely dry but still messy. Our eyes met, and he gave me one of his warmest smiles, the kind that made me curl inward and bury half my face into my hands.

Every time, it felt like the first time. I was so deeply in love with how he loved me.

“You’re beautiful” he said as he climbed back onto the bed, leaning over me to reach the side of my face.

His hand slid between my legs, under my panties and began moving his middle and ring fingers over my entrance, which clenched around nothing the moment I felt his touch.

I muttered something chiding, overwhelmed by how he made me feel, only to be answered with a kiss on my shoulder and a soft laugh, followed by a playful bite.

Then he slid those two fingers inside me from behind, and I tensed, eyes rolling back as raw, instinctive moans left my throat.

“One day, I swear I’ll sample these sounds in one of my songs” he groaned against the tender skin of my neck, never stopping the slow thrusting of his fingers.

I blushed hard, letting the heat flood my face.

“You perv” I whispered through a breathless laugh, cut off by a loud, guttural moan as he smacked my already flushed right cheek, harder this time.

“The same perv you’re begging to fuck you, that’s some real consistency” he teased again, but I let his words slip through my fingers and answered only with more needy, gasping moans.

He pulled his hand out of my panties that didn’t take off, just moved them to the side, revealing what he wanted. I turned my head as much as I could to look at him, and our eyes locked again.

My heart stuttered in my chest from the sheer love I felt for him in that moment.

He knelt on the bed, gripped my hips, and lifted them slightly, making my back arch on instinct. I heard him let out a sigh of pleasure at the sight, probably one of his favorites, since he never failed to tell me how much he loved it.

He pulled off the boxers he had just put on, freeing his erection, painfully hard and throbbing. I shifted my hips, waiting for him to bury himself inside me while he was putting on the condom. Finally, we connected and though our mouths were apart, our breaths merged into one long, trembling sigh. I tightened around his length as he began to move, slow at first, sweet, careful but deep.

He leaned over me as he thrust deeper, our bodies echoing with wet, shameless sounds.

His fingers tangled in my hair again, gently turning my head to the side: my lips spilled moans and my eyes fluttered halfway closed from the pleasure flooding through me. He kissed my cheek, my lips as best he could, then focused on my neck and shoulders, biting and kissing with hunger.

He tugged my hair tighter and pressed my face into the pillow, increasing the force of his movements. They were messy now, hard and fast, driven by something deeper than lust. Our moans grew louder, blending into one another. My lower back ached but I didn’t care. It only amplified my arousal, building the climax that was beginning to form in my core.

“Let go… it’s okay” he groaned against my shoulder, leaving a bite there that I knew would last for days.

I was overstimulated, lost in him and his thrusts grew harder, matching the rhythm my body needed to fall apart. I shut my eyes tight, my leg muscles tensed and Joost’s hands now held firmly onto my hips, gripping hard enough to leave red marks.

“I love you y/n… I’ll never stop loving you”he whispered and that’s what pushed me over the edge.

My orgasm crashed into me. My hands gripped the bedsheet, my face buried in the pillow, my hips locked tight while his length kept pounding into me without pause.

I rode the wave, trembling and didn’t relax until I felt him finish too, thick and deep into the condom, slowing his thrusts as he collapsed over me. One of his hands clenched the bedsheet, the other sought mine.

“Fuck… fuck” he breathed, his mouth open, staying buried inside me for a few seconds longer before pulling out, removing the condom and tossing it in the bin beside the bed.

I let my hips go slack, groaning from the soreness in my lower back.

“You okay?” Joost’s completely spent body slid beside mine, his hand brushing softly through my hair as he motioned for me to come lie against his chest.

I accepted his invitation immediately. I moved with a bit of pain, wrapping an arm around his torso and resting my head on his chest, tangling our legs together.

“Yeah… I’m perfect” I murmured, lifting my eyes to him, taking in the sweat on his forehead, the exhaustion in his eyes and the smile still tugging at his lips.

“I love you too” I replied in the same low tone, leaning in a little to silently ask for a kiss. He lifted a hand to gently caress my cheek, and met my lips with his.

He pressed a few quick kisses to my lips, each one landing with a loud little pop that made me laugh.

“I should put this beautiful laugh in a song, too” he murmured against my lips, not stopping the soft rhythm of them brushing against his.

“Don’t even think about it” I warned, pulling back gently just enough to look him in the eyes, trying to pass off a serious look.

It only made him laugh: that sweet, boyish laugh of his.

Not that it mattered. He was going to do it anyway.

Sooner or later he would come home with a song made from my moans and laughter, only to see me embarrassed.

[heartssturniolo]

could you do virgin!bsf chris and reader.

eg. they were playing truth or dare and it starts to get freaky and chris couldn’t answer the questions and ended up admitting he was a virgin so reader decides to help him learn how to have sex ect.

also can i be 🧸 anon?

virgin ~ c. sturniolo

warnings ‼️: nsfw content ahead, 🔞, consume with your own risk, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, loss of virginity

a/n: working through requests i promise 😫😫, not proofread, first time writing smut so may not be that good 😢

a/n: anon added

dividers by @/anitalenia 💞💞

wc: 794

“Truth?” you respond to Chris, “Let me think.”

At this point, you were high on dopamine, the rush blurring your consciousness, not fully in control of your actions.

“Are you a sub or a dom?” you ask Chris, your best friend. This was definitely crossing some unexplored boundaries in your friendship— but you were too into the game. Plus, there was no harm in answering such a vague question, right? It wasn't too invasive.

As the words leave your mouth, a hint of a blush quickly dusts over Chris’ cheeks, panning down onto his neck.

“Come onnnn… it's not that bad!” you argue, “Unless, you accept losing?”

“No, it's not that, it's just…” Chris starts.

“Are you a switch?” you interrupt.

“No, it's that…” Chris tries again.

“Don't enjoy either?” you interrupt again.

Having no choice, Chris decides to just blurt his answer out, “I'm a virgin.”

That instantly shuts you up, your eyes widening at him, just staring at him.

“...What?” you manage to say.

Chris groans in embarrassment, hiding his face in his hands, the previously dust of red has now become a roaring shade of red, coating his face and ears.

“Listen, I know how it sounds…” he tries to defend himself.

“But how? You're always flirting with basically everyone and all the girls have a crush on you,” you ask, completely bewildered at his confession, thinking it must be some sort of joke.

“Fuck… this is embarrasing,” Chris says, looking up from his hand covered face, “It just never happened. It's not a bad thing, alright?”

“Right, it's not a bad thing, but I just didn't expect that from you of all people.”

“It doesn't mean anything, I'm still experienced in other ways,” Chris justifies.

“Like what?” you continue, prying to know more. This wasn't something you two would ever talk about, but since you have the opportunity now, why not take it?

“Kissing, fingering, all that stuff. Nothing much I haven't done.”

“But nothing is as good as the real thing,” you argue.

“Yeah?”

And that's how you found yourself laid on your back, your sweatpants pulled to your ankles as Chris towered above you, pulling out his semi-hard length with one hand and rubbing your clit through your panties with the other.

He goes to pull your panties down, and you help him by lifting your hips up, Chris sliding them to your ankles.

You kick off the clothing gathered at your ankles, now somewhere on the floor, scattered with clothing, as Chris pulls off his shirt.

“We'll just start off with missionary?” you ask Chris.

He nods along, resuming working his fingers on your clit, while lazily stroking his cock with his other hand.

Spitting on his fingers, his fingers linger on your clit for a few moments before inserting one of his fingers inside your already dripping pussy, clenching around him.

At this point, his cock is rock hard, resting upright against his stomach.

“I think I'm wet enough,” you say, almost a whisper.

Chris nods and pauses fingering you, “Can I?”

“Yeah, we'll go slow,” you reply, despite it being his first time, he actually seemed to have an idea of what he was supposed to do.

Pulling his fingers out briefly, he quickly replaces them with the head of his length.

You both pause for a moment, adjusting to the moment before you lock eyes with each other, knowing you both want more.

Chris pushes in more, filling you up, eliciting a simultaneous gasp from both of you— he was stretching you out and you were clenching around his cock.

He can't keep his eyes off at the way he enters you, the way you accept him.

By the time he's completely buried in you, all previous awkwardness has faded, replaced with lust and desire for each other.

Slowly, Chris begins thrusting in and out of you, each thrust stronger than the previous, each thrust making you wetter, each thrust making him want more.

Your moans fill the room, at that point, your friendship boundaries had been crushed and swept away, too entranced in the moment.

Chris’ head falls back, groans spilling from his parted lips, still thrusting.

Your legs wrap around his waist, wanting more as you begin to feel the familiar feeling of the knot in your abdomen.

“Chris, I'm gonna…” you manage to breathe out through your moans, captivated in ecstasy.

“I know… me too,” Chris whispers, breathily his thrusts become more sloppy.

Chris aids you towards release by focusing his fingers on your clit, enhancing your pleasure.

Eventually, you see white and pleasure rushed through your veins, all around your body.

Similarly, Chris pulls out and finishes on your lower abdomen, laying beside you.

“I think I prefer being a dom.”

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[wizard-on-whales]

Feminine and Sweet

NSFW 17+

Warnings: Innocent reader, James being a freaky little pervert, both are 19, masturbation , wrote this in like 10 minutes and didn't double check grammar

Word count - 1.5K

Pt.2 here

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It started out as a small, innocent crush. He'd see her at the book store she worked at. She would either be behind the counter or placing new inventory on the shelves. He thought the way her hair fell over her shoulder or her long skirt flowed with each step was intoxicating. When he heard her speak for the first time it was like the sweetest honey, he couldn't get enough of it. Soon after he would notice her around the small town they lived in. She'd be buying groceries, scanning through crates of records, looking for a new skirt at the department store. Eventually he gained the courage to speak to her, get closer to her. She was the sweetest girl he had ever met. Kind eyes, nice smile, innocent…Her family were the strict religious kind, similar to his, so he related to her on that level. Only difference is, despite being the same age, she clearly never learned the stuff he did. Offering her a drink was out of the question obviously, but when he made a sex joke and she gave him a puzzled look, all his control was thrown out the window.

Suddenly he wanted her more than ever, he wanted to make her his and no one else's. Just the thought of another man speaking to her filled him with rage. So he did what any clearly sane man would do and asked her out. She was hesitant at first due to her strict parents but she said yes, as long as they didn't find out for now. And he vowed they wouldn't.

Eventually it led to climbing the tree next to her bedroom window to get to the second floor, climbing in at late hours of the night just to speak to her. Nothing happened for a while, until one night she gained the courage to kiss him. It was inexperienced, and a little awkward but he thought it was the greatest feeling in the world.

“I have church in the morning, you'll have to leave before my mom comes to wake me” This was her reply when he asked to stay for the night. When he climbed into her pink frilly bed filled with stuffed animals he felt a little silly, but having her curled up against him washed it all away. Her head was on his chest, the scent of her shampoo filling his nostrils…and the sight of her in that nightgown made his pants feel a little tight.

And as promised, when the sun was starting to rise he carefully peeled himself away from her and climbed out of the window into the tree. He stayed for a few moments, listening as her mom came to wake her as she had told him. He decided to innocently watch her for a few moments, a smile on his face as she sits up to rub her eyes and stretch.

She got up from her bed, padding over to her closet where he assumed she was pulling out clothes for church. What he didn't expect however, was for her to peel her nightgown off, tossing it aside. His eyes went wide as he saw the full view of her bare back. Her hands went to the hem of her underwear, pulling them down and kicking them off to the side. He almost fell out of the tree at the sight. He felt a little weird for watching her but his horny teenage mind wouldn't let him look away. The way she so delicately slipped a fresh pair of panties on and clipped a bra on had his head spinning. The sight of her pulling her dress up, zipping it up as it seemed to cling to her with just the right amount of modesty, but in his mind all he could see was her naked form underneath.

James was practically drooling as he watched her do her hair and make up, clearly completely oblivious to the fact that he was watching her through the window. She'd be mortified if she found out but that was the last thing he was thinking of. She grabbed a small purse and slipped on a pair of flats before leaving her room. He could hear her family leave the house, watching from the tree as the car drove off.

He couldn't help himself, he had to be in her room. He pushed the window back open and climbed through, the smell of her perfume hitting him once more. Right on the floor where she had left them were her panties. He felt like a rabid dog as he picked them up and held them to his nose, taking in the sweet and feminine smell of her. All of his dignity was lost as he shoved them into his pocket to save for later.

He stepped towards her bed, laying down on it as he had done the night before, only without her in his arms this time. He grabbed her pillow, holding it to his chest and inhaling once more. His jeans felt tighter as he thought about her…how she looked through the window. He didn't think his shame and self humiliation could get any worse after what he had just done but he quickly found out it could. He sat up on her bed palming himself through his jeans for a moment before taking them off, he dropped his boxers to the floor before getting back into her bed and straddling her pillow.

The feeling of the soft, plush material dragging against his hard cock caused him to gasp. He rolled his hips, just barely grinding against it, sending a shiver down his spine. In his mind it wasn't her pillow, it was her. She was under him, making soft noises, begging, moaning his name, her nails scratching his back. He lowered himself further down as he grinds harder, groaning and gripping her sheets.

His hips move faster and harder, the headboard lightly hitting the wall with each motion. Her name slips off of his lips as he grips the pillow tighter, keeping it in place between his legs. For a moment he almost forgot where he was. He knew this wasn't right, that he shouldn't be doing this, but the images of her in that sweet dress, the bow in her hair made him feel even hotter. He pushed his shirt up, feeling himself up before he gripped the edge of the bed tightly, grounding himself. He could feel the coil on his stomach tightening already, his moans becoming louder as he inched closer and closer. The headboard banged louder against the wall, creating a beat with the frantic rhythm he had found.

He groaned loudly, squeezing his eyes shut, and arching his back lightly as he came hard against the pillow. His body shook from the intensity of it, think strands squirting out and making a mess of her sheets. He swore that it was the most intense orgasm he had ever had. Once his senses came back he sat up lightly, seeing the mess he had made and the dents in the wall from the headboard. His breath was labored as he quickly pushed himself up and off of the pillow, his body still shaking lightly. He stared at the pillow as he sat next to it, taking in the sight of it, taking in what he’d just done to it, what he’d just done on it, and he let out a soft, shaky chuckle as a smile came onto his face, feeling almost proud of himself. But shame quickly over took him as his high wore off. He had to figure out a way to clean this up before her family got home from church.

He slid his jeans back on before stepping out of her room to look for the bathroom. He grabbed a few wash clothes, wetting them before going back to her room and cleaning up her sheets the best he could, feeling slightly mortified by what he had done. He quickly cleans up before placing everything back where it was and stepping towards her window, slipping out of it and heading home.

He stepped into his own bedroom and sat down on the edge of his bed. Despite his shame, he smiled lightly to himself at the thought of what he had done, at the thought of her. The thought of her sleeping in those same sheets he had just made a mess of. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pair of panties he had stolen, placing them to his nose again. He knew those things would be put through hell tonight.

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This was a little rushed but I had the idea and had to get it out before I forgot or didn't have motivation :3

[ruruvxz]

have u seen the new pics of yunjin😍😍office siren yunjin has me on a chokehold

Please write boss!yunjin and worker!reader and basically everyone has a crush on her, but she tries to be so badass but she has the strongest crush on u. And it’s so awkward when u find out she has a crush on u, basically if uve ever read “finding secretary Kim” it’s like that☺️

-🍒

“Finding designer L/N”

Creative director!Huh Yunjin x Designer!Reader

↳synopsis: Huh Yunjin was the most prolific fashion designers in the industry, being the head of the “Huh House” she acquired the attention of plentiful suitors. Thinking she would never find love, she finally set her sights on one of her subordinates yet messes up everything completely when she sent a message confessing her love, to all her workers.

↳cw: swearing, overworking, mean!yunjin, rookie designer, pure fluff, yunjin absolutely embarrassing herself, dense reader, fictional character for plot, mentions of intoxicating, mentions of sexual acts

↳wc: 3.5k

a/n: hehehe i love finding assistant manager kim, so the the plot is basically the same thing minus the freaky deaky stuff. also her post saying “bayonetta” made me absolutely bust… sigh i love my wife so much and she doesn’t even know who i am. i absolutely loved writing this it was so fun

The day you got the acceptance letter to work under the "Huh House" a group filled to the brim with promising designers, you were more than ecstatic. Not only with the fact this could thicken your portfolio twice fold, but this also meant that you got to work with THE Huh Yunjin. She was undoubtedly one of your "celebrity"-like crushes, but her whole career was astonishing. Being the same age as you, you couldn't help but envy such a successful woman, and you knew she was a tad bit mean, but who wasn't?

Needless to say, you could barely contain yourself as you stood in front of the work facility, your palms sweaty as you held the doorknob. The thought of finally beginning a designing job next to one of— if not your favorite designers (not including Karl Lagerfeld, Miuccia Prada, or Vivienne Westwood) was almost a dream come true. If it wasn't for the fact that woman was the most viscerally heinous person you've ever encountered!

Before you could even peer your silly little head into the building you felt someone shove you inside with their broad shoulder, scoffing obnoxiously loud as they made contact. And without even apologizing, the woman continued to plow through you, paying no mind to the fact you were carrying a thick binder filled with your precious designs. But you were no pushover, and couldn't help but almost curse them out—well not until you locked eyes on who just assaulted your shoulder.

Furrowing your eyebrows as you jolted your eyes at the woman, it didn't take long before your mouth was slightly ajar as the redhead with her occupational lenses peered through oval glasses. Rightfully, trembling at her cold gaze before she spoke, clearly about to tell you off on your first day.

"You should learn to move out the way, dear." She hastily spoke, her eyes softened just a smudge, before ripping her gaze from yours and continuing to strut away. How surprising you thought, usually all the horror stories you heard from ex-designers (that so happened to hook you up with the position you're in now) always ended their stories with Yunjin acting out in some hostile way. But she took that a lot better than you expected, maybe it wasn't going to be all that bad!

Before you could regain your composure after being knocked down by the redhead, you felt yourself getting shoved back down once more. Looking up you fixated your gaze on the woman standing over you, she apologized profusely, reaching out a helping hand. She was much nicer than Yunjin just by this base interaction, so you happily expected her hand as she pulled you back up. She explained that she was a fellow designer named Jasmine L/N, someone who worked directly under Yunjin and who helped her procure various items for the Creative Director.

She was surprised to learn that both of you had the same last names and continued to explain that 2 other designers under the house also had the exact same last name. After a small pleasant conversation, you both ended the interaction quickly as the clock continued to tick off the seconds. Giving her a courteous wave, you jogged over to the assigned meeting room to get introduced to the whole system and facilities in the company. It was a little extraordinary that it so happened that the person guiding you happened to also have the same last name, but it was a small world after all.

After the short tour ended, your escort assured you to get settled as there were no upcoming shows to prepare for. Since everything was underwhelming at the moment, it gave you enough time to explore a little more. Taking in all the twists and turns of the facility, it was unexplainable and huge, but not unexpected. Each room was tailored completely to Yunjin's aesthetics or what she found was exceptionally unique, and her office specifically was eye-catching. The walls leading to her office were plastered with photos and awards congratulating her for her success and everything else of that sort.

If it was anyone else, you most definitely would've thought they were stuck up to pridefully display everything like this, but it was somehow different with her. You were in awe that she could achieve so much, that your hands mindlessly rubbed the plaque with her name beautifully etched onto the gold plating. It didn't take long for you to gain attention from a certain someone, may I say, the owner of that plaque you were caressing so gently.

"That tag is beautiful isn't it?" The redhead spoke up, slinging your head over your shoulder in surprise, I mean, you shouldn't be all that shocked since this was next to her office but you were still a little scared.

"Gah! Oh my— you scared me!" You spit out, quickly removing your hands away and tucking them behind your back as you rotate your body towards her.

"Haha, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that." Yunjin smugly laughed as she brought up her hair to tie it into a beautifully messy bun.

"No— it's my fault I shouldn't have been lurking around here." You sheepishly admit as you pull your hands from your back to fidget with your fingers embarrassingly. Only making her chuckle louder as she examined your body movements, she would've probably scared you off by now, but by some odd circumstance, she didn't.

If it wasn't for your preconceived negative notion that she was absolutely terrifying, you probably would've found her endearing by the way she giggled, whilst pushing up her glasses to not falter it for its original position. Honestly, everything about her was charming in some odd sense, like how she came closer to you to explain how she won each and every one of these achievements by herself. Undoubtedly cocky, but it was so flattering the way Yunjin carefully explained everything to your basic understanding, she was full of herself for sure. (Or maybe she was just trying to impress a certain someone.)

"Oh and this one," Yunjin pointed at one of the brightly colored magazines framed perfectly on the wall, which had her face and a full body shot plastered smack dab in the middle. "This was for a photo shot for 'Dazed', not one of my personal favorites as they only really cared for my facial aesthetics not my work." She mumbled memories of all those discouraging discussions about her becoming a designer flooded her mind.

"I mean, usually when someone's work is beautiful, the apple doesn't stray that far from the tree doesn't it?" You mindlessly commented as your eyes fixated on her portrait, and back to the old designs she created during her high school days. "Your works really inspired me to be a creative myself, I used to be so insecure about producing my own line for the longest time, and seeing someone my age do it really put me out of my shell. Y'know?"

Yunjin turned her head, just enough to meet your gaze with a side eye, you honestly thought she was offended, but that was far from the truth. She saw herself in you, a young designer so eager to work without any real goal but only their passion inside of them, it was incredible. Yunjin was swayed that anyone, let alone someone who showed so much promise, took inspiration, from her?!

"Oh." She stuttered as she snatched her gaze away from your face, looking towards an old portrait from high school sophomore year, the year she was thrusted into the industry. "Thank you... Y/N was it?"

"You know my name?— Oh, and yes that's it."

"I think you should get back to work." She mumbled, turning her head sharply away from you, her cheeks burning ferociously red, but she was Huh Yunjin, she couldn't show any of this, let alone to her subordinate. "Oh okay!" You chirped as you backed away from her, wondering about her sudden change of emotions.

✄

It had been months since that interaction, and to be honest, you haven't seen her ever since then. Particularly due to the fact that she suddenly booked multiple shows in the span of a few months to launch her spring collection mainstream. Though it was extremely exhausting, to say the least, you enjoyed working with your colleagues, and the fact you could finally produce physical copies of your designs. Your designs were so well loved that you started to get lost in your craft, working day and night tirelessly to make the most breathtaking pieces.

So this day wasn't any different, you had slept on the faculty room's couch and was abruptly woken up by someone aggressively tapping your shoulder and calling out your name. "L/N... L/N? L/N!" A woman shouted in your ear, springing you awake, a little disoriented since you just woke up in an unfamiliar place you usually wake up to.

"You're finally awake, I got you coffee." The woman said next to your ear, jerking your head to the side to find you were at eye level with your boss who was leaning down to your sitting level. "AHH! You scared me!" You squeal, dumbfounded by how casual she was about the fact you slept so soundly in her facility. This undoubtedly caught the attention of fellow designers as you could feel some eyes peer towards you and Yunjin.

"I apologize, take this to wake you up," Yunjin suggested as she handed you a tall cold Spanish iced latte, in contrast to the fact she brought the others a small shot of americano. As quickly as she handed it to you, she scurried away back to her office, as if she just completed the most rigorous quest of her left. It hadn't taken long for everyone to crowd around you, wondering what just happened as Yunjin hated interacting with her subordinates let alone going out and by everyone's coffee.

As you all converse, you were quickly shut up by the fact that someone brought up the Milan Fashion Week deadline that was inching ever so closely. Mentally cursing yourself out, as you only completed a small minority of the pieces you were working on before crashing out on the couch. You lugged yourself up and over to your workstation, quickly pulling up the designs on your computer as a reference. Forgetting to close your other tabs as you were too unbothered to care about that at the moment.

You scanned through your material checklist and back at the dress you were designing to figure out if you needed to grab some more fabrics. It so happened that you were out of some decorative textiles, and needed to haul your way to the back to grab some. As you do so, you pull on your headphones and jam out to some tunes, ignoring your coworkers looking bewildered at their computer screens. Whatever they were looking at was none of your business as you needed to finish your dress quickly.

"Such procrastinators gosh!" You mumbled to yourself, not batting an eye at the fact they were all stealing glances at their computer and then at each other. It wasn't until another coworker "James L/N" stood proudly in his seat, throwing his fabrics all over the place that it caught your attention. You tossed your headphones to hang around your neck and walked towards him, questioning why he was acting out irrationally.

He responded by grabbing his monitor screen and turning it towards you, with a message that was sent on the company's group board displayed brightly. You titled your head as you read it out loud, with others eagerly awaiting your reaction.

"Dear L/N,

I hope you enjoyed the coffee I brought, I want to tell you how I feel.

Would you like to grab a drink together after you're done?

- Huh Yunjin"

You were most definitely appalled as you continued to read, that the stoic creative director Huh Yunjin, was confessing her feelings. This was astonishing, the utter fact she'd like anyone, let alone her subordinate was a red flag in itself, but your coworker, James, was jumping around like a crazed bear.

"What the— James wait— You aren't the only one with that last name though." You spoke up, recalling the three other people with that last name, not including yourself of course. "Jasmine, Daniel, and Matteo..." Another designer spoke up, instantly shooting James down, as he sat back in his seat with a winded expression. You felt a bit bad about how defeated he looked but he was kind of a jackass, so even if Yunjin did like this loser out of anyone, you were glad he didn't think so.

Jasmine, the woman you first met, spoke over everyone, finding it uncomfortable why anyone would think this message was directed at her, as she was happily engaged and had known Yunjin for far too long. "It isn't mean dumbass," She shot a glare at everyone, wanting to make it dead clear, "Besides there's still 2 other people we need to check off, Matteo and Daniel."

After a lengthy discussion, a crowd of people, all of which consisted of the fashion designers, formed a circle in the break room to figure out who this designer was. You didn't speak up as you didn't find anyone but Jasmine suited for the pick. Matteo was stuck up, and cared strictly about others' personal opinions of him, Daniel on the other hand was almost about as bossy and uptight as Yunjin. Both of them were unlikely partners for Yunjin but to each their own.

You found this whole debacle irritating, yet you had an excuse to leave the conversation as you genuinely needed to go back and finish up all your pieces. You worked tirelessly, eating up your whole afternoon and even biting time into the night as you continued to work. Only being interrupted by your 3 other coworkers wondering if they'd be the perfect suitor for Yunjin. Thankfully Jasmine had enough time to yank them away and send one of the slackers back home to rest.

As the clock struck 10:30, you spent the next 6 minutes working and glancing at the two other people left in the building. Matteo and Daniel, who had been preparing themselves after work for your boss, it was kinda freaky, but you know what, you were beyond tired to care. And to be fair you were only still here to pack up your stuff and also see the both of them get brutally turned down.

"Ah, you three are still here?" The redhead questioned as she pushed herself out of her office, still distraught about what she had done prior. "You both should go home, it's far too late." Yunjin imposed as she shot them her iconic icy glare, without a hitch, they scurried away like mice.

"Ah L/N, are you heading home now?"

"Yup! Just packing up all my paper designs and I'll be out of here." You replied, trying to hide your joyous laughter while you watched both the boys pack up and leave the building.

"I'll drive you home."

"Oh alright! Thank you!"

The car ride was far more awkward than you'd originally expected, you both sat in silence with the radio playing softly in the background, with Google Maps speaking loudly to add some "spice" to the ride. Yunjin's eyes never faltered from the road, almost as if she was trying her utmost to not look at you.

"Thank you for all your hard work today Y/N, I know how difficult it is to pump out so many designs in such a short period." Finally breaking the silence she complimented how tirelessly you worked, while she gave you a glance and back at the traffic.

"Thank you Ms.Huh! Honestly it's nothing, I love working for you, it must be Ms.Huh who's having a hard day today—" Whoops, you didn't process her words fast enough to understand she was talking about your hard work and not about having a hard day.

"I'm so sorry, I meant that—" You stumbled over yourself trying to explain the situation, "What I was trying to say—" You stop yourself momentarily to handpick the perfect words to tell her. "It's just that you always seem so stressed and uhm..."

"I'm sorry Y/N." She cut you off.

"I'm so sorry," Yunjin spoke up pushing her head down onto the stirring wheel, the street light illuminating her blushing red cheeks.

"Oh no! It should be me apologizing Ms.Huh—"

"Please call me Yunjin, we're the same age after all."

"Yunjin— I didn't want to say this but, everyone was so curious about who you meant to send that message to, it seemed so serious. If you sent that to me I'd be so scared!" You admitted, fiddling with your hands as she lifted her head from the wheel and turned her head towards you. Yunjin was far too deep into what she did, that at this point she didn't care about what she was about to say next.

"Actually..."

"I meant to send that to you, Y/N L/N."

You turn your head towards hers as she blushes madly, her glasses resting on the tip of her nose, not bothering to push it back up to her eyes. It was all so clear now, that was your last name after all wasn't it? And she was talking about giving you coffee in the message, so why did you assume it would be anyone else?

"Oh!" You hiccuped, trying to decipher that dreadful look in her eyes, the anticipation killing her, awaiting what you would say next. "I.. Uhm... would you still like to grab a drink with me?"

✄

You arose from the plush comforter your head pounding from a clear hangover, the bright New York sunlight hit your head like a train. Everything was once again disorienting like when you awoke in the facility room, your surroundings were completely unfamiliar, and your body was covered only with a baggy sweater and your undergarments. Your body was sore and drowsy, scanning your surroundings everything was unfamiliar yet beautifully decorated with whites and greys.

"What the..." You continued to inspect the room, slowly moving to the edge of the bed, ready to leave until a familiar delicate hand yanked you back down. As if you were in a horror movie, you snapped your head at the woman, realizing it was that darn redhead again. Which added more questions in your head than answers, why exactly, are you in her house?

Replaying the memories in your head, you connected the dots, oh, you may-haps slept with your superior, and creative director of the fashion line you worked on. You weren't a drunkard nor a lightweight so how could you forget such a detail?

"Y/N, don't go— not yet." She groaned, clearly still tired from last night. (You both came back to her house after only a few drinks, the both of you somewhat drunk but one more plastered than the other, actually— you were practically wobbling under her trying to get in. She led you to the living room to sober you up, as you kept spewing some nonsense about how much you idolized her. Talking about how jealous you felt when everyone was claiming that message was meant for them, and how much you loved her the moment you set your eyes on her. She was amazing, and you kept reiterating that as she listened carefully, falling deeper for you as you continued to yap all the alcohol out of your system. Finally passing out in her arms for a few moments before jolting awake. Yunjin expresses to your mainly sober state how much your speech meant to her, and how she felt the same way. Cutting her off with short kisses around her cheeks and then to her lips. And the rest was history.)

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm just stretching." You lied, hiding your embarrassment as you leaned down to kiss her forehead. Her expression softened as you pulled away and began stroking her dark red hair A small smile filled her lips, just for a short while, before she dozed back to sleep at your touch. When she didn't look like she was about to maul someone, she was very much adorable.

"I'm gonna go get us some breakfast okay? I'll be back in a few minutes Yunjin."

"Mhm..." She mumbled, pushing her head back into the pillow as she fell deeper into slumber.

“Be right back Ms.Huh.”

She lifted her head back up, clearly a lot more awake than last time, registering the name you called her. “I said call me Yunjin.” She barked, offended by the change in honorifics, letting you tease her, before stroking her head once more, running your fingers through her hair. “My bad, Yunjin.”

[mariariley]

how do you think the 141 guys would answer your ft calls?

141 x reader

answering your ft calls

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Ghost

Probably won’t answer (hates fting (just like me))

If you’re pushy enough and keep calling him he just might answer because he would start getting paranoid it’s something urgent

Would tell you to fuck off if you just wanted to bother him (nothing personal, it would be sarcastic)

Will stay in the call though and it would probably end up being like 3 hours long

As time would pass perhaps he would start answering more often

He isn’t a fan of calling or texting or any of that stuff to be completely honest

But he just might do it for you

🖤

Soap

Is probably always asleep when you call him in his free time

Always answers anyway

It’s hard to get off the call though, blud just keeps talking

Will definitely bring his phone to the toilet and take a piss while still talking to you (you’d have to remind him to wash his hands every time)

Will always tell you to turn on the lights if you’re in the dark so he can see your pretty face

His fav thing to do is watch you show him what new stuff you bought

If you wear makeup, he would love seeing you do it

As your partner he would definitely be into freaky facetiming

Loves texting and calling in general, he’s a spammer when it comes to that

🖤

Gaz

Answers most of the time

Even when he doesn’t he apologizes over text messages and calls you back

Mostly outside when you call him so expect a journey through the city and subway with him

Loves staying with you on ft till late hours, just blabbering about anything

Would send kisses over the camera

Would watch movies and series with you while facetiming

You’d probably always be the first one to fall asleep because he would stay up on purpose to take screenshots and send them to you

Has a whole album of you being asleep on ft named “<3” (I promise it’s not creepy it’s just cute)

Though when he’d fall asleep first he would love you to do the same, he finds it wholesome

🖤

Price

Old bloke not a fan of ft

He isn’t that much of a boomer but definitely not a fan of some newer generation stuff

He would know how to answer but it would still look a little goofy because he’d always answer with “Can ya hear me/see me, luv?” or “How copy, luv?”

He’d ask you why you’re doing this because he doesn’t understand the point of face timing, he prefers regular calls

Though sometimes he would love to sit back and relax and just enjoy your blabbering and admire your beauty

Would always complain how he prefers seeing you in person because the front camera makes people look weird

🖤

Alejandro

Would always be happy when you call him

Is probably always cooking when you call him and, even when he isn’t, he would answer and go to the kitchen

Loves showing you new recipes he found and loves describing every ingredient

Probably one of his fav things to do with you when you’re physically distant - cooking facetime!

Loves dancing and singing while cooking so expect a ft concert too (you can never be bored with him)

Loves long fts so expect him to not let you hang up because he always finds an interesting subject to talk about

In the end he would always tell you how much he misses you being next to him

🖤

Rudy

Answers immediately. One ring and he’s there

The moment you call him he would leave everything and get in bed and ft with you forever if possible

Would also watch movies and series with you while facetiming

He knows how to play an acoustic guitar so one of his favorite things to do is play it and sing for you

It would mostly be some of his favorite slow and romantic Mexican songs

He likes to do this in the evening because it feels like he’s singing you a lullaby

So if you’d fall asleep to his singing, his heart would be full

He’d always whisper goodnight before hanging up

Divider owners already tagged in my previous posts, I don’t want to spam them 🖤

[fushitoru]

ok some updates on mr. pookie…again

after the crush thing i got the board of trustees / my trusted eunuchs involved (my best friends). they dont support of it but they agree it wasn't platonic. they are also saying that i was the second option after the girl and that i should run (unless, they said, "he comes crawling back"). they also kind of dont approve but i stay delusional idk im chasing that six foot tall munch

so i was like, okay. he probably lost feelings or something along the lines because he had stopped sending me freaky / romantic things....until yesterday

I text him to congratulate him (yesterday) for graduating by saying “congrats ur free from the shackles of [our school]” and he says “yessir \ now you can shackle me \ if that’s what ur into.” I summoned my inner fanfic writer and said “dangerous promise to make” and he said “I’ll manage.” my friend’s reaction

ok then TODAY he sends me

along with other freaky stuff. (highlight: he sends me smth about being shy (AHHH 🙈).

but. i sent him a post “oh to experience love like this” and it’s the couple from a sign of affection and his response is “eventually trust”

ok im going to shower but im going to post once more about my thoughts on the situation after this before i gts. im also behind on asks but tysm to everyone who’s weighing in i really appreciate it 🥹

[staugustinebutnotreligious]

No one wanted this but here is a list of my favorite Haikyuu ships and some thoughts I have on them:

1) OBVIOUSLY Kagehina. I am obsessed with them (especially Hinata) and I think they cannot be denied. Personally I like a version of them where they get together after high school with their high school dynamic being more of a platonic because of obliviousness thing. Something about Hinata coming back from Brazil all beefy and confident and fulfilling his promise to a healthier happier Kageyama really gets me.

2) Iwaoi....

To be entirely honest I specifically avoid these guys. I KNOW they are happy, I KNOW they are in contact, I KNOW it is technically possible, but whenever I think too hard about their time-skip lives I just feel sad. The angst for these two really haunts me I basically can't touch them. I also have very strong opinions about Iwaizumi and his "anger" that are not really the popular fannon interpretation of him. Which is fine...

(I actually was into Iwaoi before I liked Kagehina actually! Way back when I was like fourteen fifteen ish)

3) Asanoya. Argue with the wall! These two not only are introduced on a divorce arch, but they are each other's other halves according to Furudate himself! I think these two are adorable. Noya helps Asahi out of his shell and gives him the push he needs to blossom, and Asahi brings out a vulnerable emotional side to Noya we don't often see beneath the bravado. Chef's kiss.

(Here is where it gets muddy as the next few are not necessarily ranked in order)

4) Ushiten. I shouldn't have to elaborate. It's literally freaky social outcast x freaky social outcast and through the magic of friendship they carve out positive reputations for themselves. PARIS WEDDING!!!

5) Kurodai. I loooooove this ship. Someone said that Kuroo has daddy issues and would find Daichi hot because of them and I've never looked back. Kuroo brings out that competitive silly edge from Daichi that we only see in flashbacks and with the other third years it's hilarious.

6) Toraken!!!! Duuuuuuude they have a whole fucking episode why aren't they more popular???? I understand the Kuroken hype but cmonnnn!!! The opposites attract??? The learning to respect each other??? The balancing each other's weaknesses??? The matching hair dye??? The rare emotional reactions from Kenma??? THE HAIR DYE??????? Gimme fifty of em stat!

7) Kanoyachi. I don't know who came up with this but I need to give them a kiss. I love love love anxious partner/anxious partner learning to be confident together! (Shout out to my mom who ships Yamayachi it's pretty baller too) I also love the idea of their height difference and how awkward they would be with hugging and/or kissing. Let them hold sweaty hands and bond over their energetic friends being too much sometimes.

8) This one might be controversial but.... Asahi x Suga. I KNOW THAT DAISUGA IS RIGHT THERE I KNOW! I just.... I didn't see it so much before... but I started reading the manga so that I can see stuff that didn't get animated in the early seasons and the Asanoya breakup arch involves Suga more in my opinion? Also, @camphaikyuufanfic is my favorite guilty pleasure fic and it has old/unrequited/never fully happened Asahi x suga and it makes my soul burn as an awkward guy that had a lot of homoerotic friendships with extroverts growing up. (This fic is such a fun mix of masterfully weaved storylines and angst with a heaping plate of romance tropes go check it out)

9) Hoshihina! I know this started as a bit of a gotcha against the people making cringy love triangles with Kagehina and the subsequent shipping discourse, but I actually think we're onto something here boys. Let me set the scene. Hoshiumi works his ass off becoming a perfect little giant, confident and skilled despite the occasional comments on his height. He isn't that great with people (don't even try to argue this I saw that boy getting interviewed) but hey he has a big enough personality to get away with it. Then comes along this plucky little spitfire with less than half the experience and no shot at being the same kind of player, but he still tries! Hoshiumi is immediately obsessed and has a respect for/understanding of Hinata that most players don't. So, alongside Hinata's best friend/partner who has way more reason to, Hoshiumi waits! For Hinata! And believes in him despite how little they know each other yet! And I mean for Hinata it's a hot guy in the grade above that is literally a carbon copy of his childhood idol. Please.

Also I think they would be the death of Kageyama and I like that. They'd chew on that man until he snapped. (Mayhaps throuple?)

Anyway those are just my top favorite ones but I like plenty others and I definitely go through phases. (Like I said I much preferred Iwaoi to Kagehina back in the day) If anyone sees this and has thoughts you should totally give your thoughts on these pairings or try to sell me your favorites that aren't here >:}

[syntheticsymp]

I'm sorry but imagine trying to get freaky with any of the cod characters but they got their fuckass gears in the way so ur just sitting there waiting for them to remove the individual pieces attached to them lmfao

hehe cockblocked by the tactical gear

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It's like a magician pulling scarves out of their sleeve. You just wanted a quick shag during your boyfriend's lunch break, but ended up spending the better part of the hour helping with his equipment.

Quick, desperate kisses were shared as he guided you to an empty office far from the front desk. Normally, you wouldn't come to his place of work just for this, but you hadn't seen him in days. Work was getting to him, so you figured, you could to.

You had him pressed up against the wall in a matter of moments. He was gasping for air around your lips, his crotch grinding against you. The feeling of his hard cock was enough for your hands to go to his fly, only for him to stop you.

"Wha-"

He was fighting to speak. "Wait. I just- fuck. Just help me?"

With a look down, it all clicked. He could hardly fuck you while wearing that much equipment.

You didn't need to be told twice, already helping to unclasp anything you saw.

First, he had to take off his weapons. There's too many to count but you don't accidentally want to get scraped by a stray blade again. He threw them on the desk, not being nearly as careful enough as he should be. His gloves and mask came off next. You wanted to at least be able to hold his hand, see the face of the man after he had been so busy. Once that's done, you move to the utility belt. But you can't wait for that, you want more, so you switch and try to pull his tactical vest over his head. Of course, it gets stuck. It takes another minute to help him shimmy out completely, shirt ruffled and hair a mess, eye black smudged around his face. You had to bite back a laugh at that last part.

You returned to trying to unclasp the belt. The metal piece kept slipping through your fingers, the anticipation making you clumsy. He finally helped you, belt falling to the floor, and you instantly go to unbutton his pants.

And finally, finally, his pants sagged down enough you could see the outline of his cock through his underwear beneath. You got onto your knees without a second thought, hands going to his waist, attempting to push down his pants just a little more and-

You couldn't. There was yet another holster strapped to his thigh, keeping his pants upright. You knew he was a soldier, but seriously, who needed this much gear? You were surprised this place hadn't gone bankrupt yet with all the stuff they bought for their staff. As happy as you were that your boyfriend was prepared on the field, this was just overkill.

Just as you went to remove the holster, the final obstacle keeping your boyfriend's cock from its rightful place, you heard it. A soft chattering coming through white noise before turning louder. You groaned, resting your forehead against his thigh in defeat as the walkie talkie you had thrown across the room sparked to life.

"Hey, where are you?" The voice called. You had never heard a voice you hated more. "The briefing started, we're all waiting on you."

Your boyfriend zipped his pants back up and you got to your feet, trying your best not to start pouting as he answered, his fingers pressing down on the black button.

"Sorry, I was taking my lunch break. I'm on my way."

You glared at him. "You better make it up to me when you get home."

He laughed, starting to pick up the stray gear you had thrown across the room. "I will. I promise."

You rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss against his cheek, holding out the different pieces he would have to somehow assemble. At his rate, putting the gear back on was going to be even more of a hassle than taking it off.

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Could you do a nam-ra x fem reader basically the reader is a new teacher straight out of college and namra and her get trapped in a room during the apocalypse and they do some freaky and kinky stuff if not its ok or you can change it and ofc namras 18

Apocalypse

requested?: yes pairing(s): choi nam-ra x afab!teacher!reader genre: smut, slight angst warning(s): characters are all aged up to 18 or over, age gap (isnt specified how big, reader is older), sub!nam-ra, dom!reader, mentions of blood and injury, zombies, smut, oral (nam-ra recieving), reader being a gentle dom, reader and nam-ra are both not virgins, but reader has more experience with girls, slight nipple play, squirting, nam-ra being insecure for a few seconds (reader comforts her), nam-ra had never been eaten out, mentions of a slightly toxic past relationship (on nam-ra's behalf), very rushed summary: 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘮-𝘳𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰... 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 word count: 2.7k a/n: i dont even know what to say here guys, but oh my god thank you so so so much for all the love white tee has been getting because jesus christ, i honestly didnt expect it to get so much love and im literally freaking out having to get requests done bc im also trying to finish king of sloth in the background of writing, but thank you all so much for all of the love and appreciation i have been getting oh my god!! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (p.s this is the first time i have ever written wlw smut, so im so sorry if its bad guys, feel free to give me some feedback!) -Cilla

this wasn’t what you expected when you decided to take the job at hyosan high school, to say the least.

you weren’t a very squeamish person, but zombies walking around everywhere? nuh uh, that was the end of you. but of course, this was just your luck for accepting the first job you could get after you had finished university and got a degree. maybe you should have waited until another job offer had come and see which one was better. but there wasn’t much time to think about it now, what had been done was done and now you were stuck in the middle of a freaking apocalypse.

wasn’t really what you thought you would be doing once you got out of university, you thought being a teaching assistant would be fun, just to train you for the real thing. but now you were stuck in the middle of a classroom, hiding away from the flesh eating zombies when you heard multiple footsteps running past your door.

you peeked out from where you were sat under the teachers desk, and alone behold, a group of teenagers you barely recognised ran past. and a few minutes later, calling out. you weren’t completely stupid, you knew zombies couldn’t talk, much less say another student’s names.

the corridor with your class was fairly empty of the zombies, but you knew it wouldn’t take long for them to get there if they heard, or smelled, fresh meat. you rushed out from underneath the teachers desk and opened the classroom door that wasn’t fully barricaded by chairs and desks.

the girl now, you recognised, choi nam-ra, a class president. you called her over, and she walked into the classroom, helping you barricade the door with chairs and desks as you both heard the zombies start to come down the corridor.

you leant against the tables as you both finished stacking and barricading the door. nam-ra stared at you for a couple of seconds before speaking up.

“have you been in here since the start?” she asked quietly, you glanced up at her and nodded.

“who were you calling out for?” you asked in return.

“me and the group i was with got separated. i was slightly slower than him because i’m injured, and nobody turned around to check i was still with them” your eyes widened and you began to back away when you heard about her injury, when she reassured you. “its not a bite, i promise”

she lifted her skirt up slightly to show you an extremely bloody bandage on her leg, she began to unravel it to show you the fairly deep gash underneath, you winced slightly.

“you didn’t get any of their blood in it?” you asked softly, kneeling down to examine the gash. you were no professional, but you had some medical training and knew what to do in this situation.

“no” she whispered, looking down at you, her face slightly flushed.

you nodded softly and told her to sit on one of the chairs left in the middle of the room, she did as you asked and you rifled through the cupboards to find any kind of med kit that may help, you eventually found one and walked back to nam-ra, pulling up a chair in front of her and telling her to lay her leg on it before pulling another chair up and sitting on it.

you got rubbing alcohol and put it on a clean cloth.

“this may hurt” you tell her, looking into her eyes, she nodded slightly.

you started cleaning around the cut before softly cleaning the cut as well as you could, nam-ra winced and gripped onto your free hand that was sitting on your lap. you glanced up at her face, she had her eyes screwed closed, her hand gripping onto yours tightly.

you finished cleaning the cut and grabbed the needle and thread inside of the med kit before looking at her. her eyes were trained on your hands, before realising you had stopped and she looked at you.

“this may hurt a little more than cleaning” you say, and she nodded again.

you stitched her up, making sure it was neat and tidy before you grabbed some more bandages and bandaged her leg up as though to preform a protective field.

“all done” you smile at her, patting her leg slightly. “you’re going to have to be as careful as you possibly can with that leg now, as careful as you can be in an apocalypse” you say as you put the med kit back where you got it.

“thanks” she says, and you turn to her with a smile as you close the cupboard.

“its no problem at all”

for the next few hours, you sat and talked about school, and how it was going for her and you, you being a new person to the school. since you were decently young, you had a lot of the male student hitting on you, and you both joked about it seeing as nam-ra had the same problem but slightly different as she was slightly younger than them all.

the zombies were still crowded outside your room, so you had no way of getting back out and finding the rest of nam-ra’s group, but she told you that she wasn’t that worried about it as she had at least someone with her.

as it started to get dark, you found two cans of some kind of food before walking back to nam-ra with the two in hand.

“not the best, but its as good as I can do” you smile sympathetically at her.

“its fine, truth be told i haven’t eaten in a couple of days, so i would eat anything” she smiles up at you as you hold a can out to her.

you both ate in silence, the only sound being the zombies outside.

when you had both finished eating, you carefully took the cans and placed them with the other empty ones you had already eaten. making sure the doors were secured and no zombies could get it, you sat with nam-ra again.

“you should sleep” you said softly as you saw her tired expression. “you’re injured after all” she only nodded in response, figuring it was the best you could get, you turned your attention to the door.

not long later, you found yourself watching nam-ra, who was sleeping on your shoulder, her head had fallen there when she started to drift off. you hadn’t realised until now how utterly gorgeous she was. you also didn’t realise you were starting to fall asleep until your head layed on top of nam-ra’s and you both fell into a peaceful sleep.

you awoke what felt like hours later as a zombie had fell onto the door, but the barricade kept the door closed. you felt nam-ra’s head lift from your shoulder, you had supposed she had maybe woken up from the noise, so you looked down at her, not realising how close her face was to yours as she looked up at you.

you felt her breath fan across your face as your faces neared eachother. you just about heard her breath hitch over the drum of your heart getting louder and louder with each passing second.

“can i kiss you?” you whisper, your lips practically touching hers.

there was silence for a beat, then another beat, and another. but she replied. if you weren’t listening so intently then you definitely would have missed it. but somewhere between your mingled breathes and pounding heartbeat, a small “yes” came from nam-ra’s soft plush pink lips.

there was absolutely no time wasted in crashing your lips to hers in a needy kiss. your heart was in your throat as she kissed you back. what was going on? you had been with girls before and not grown too attached, but right now? right now you were acting like a fucking schoolgirl with a petty fucking crush. you felt like kicking your legs and giggling. but you didn’t, you glued your hands to each of her cheeks as she clambered onto your lap, resting her hands on your shoulders as she straddled you.

she moaned into your mouth, which you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into her mouth, earning another small whimper from the girl who was now grinding down onto your lap. you rolled your hips into hers, creating the most delicious friction. you felt heat rush down to your core, your clit starting to pulse with need. you could also feel the growing wet patch in man-ra’s panties as she continued to grind against you.

you pulled away and looked up at her through your lashes.

“have you ever done this before?” you asked softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“yeah…” she answered, but you sensed a but.

“but?” you prompted her.

“but never with a girl” she admitted, you smiled softly at her.

“you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to” you said, stroking her cheek softly with your thumb.

“no… i want to, can we just take it slow for now?” she asked softly, looking down.

you gently hooked your finger under her chin and lifted her face so she was looking at you again. she searched your eyes for a few seconds before you spoke.

“of course we can, you just need to tell me if it gets too much, yeah? safe word is red” you waited for her to nod softly before attaching her lips back to yours in a somewhat softer kiss. it was still hungry and frantic.

you unbuttoned her school shirt and lifted it off of her shoulders, taking in her almost bare form before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, throwing it god knows where in the room. you instantly attached one of your lips to her right tit, massaging the other with your free hand as you grasped her hip with the other to keep her in place as you sucked and lapped at her hardened nipple.

not long later, you swapped over to the other side and repeated the same process. nipping, sucking and licking at her nipple and massaging her other tit.

you hadn’t realised until nam-ra had tugged your blouse off of your shoulders that she had unbuttoned it while you were so busy engrossed in her tits that you saw nothing. she then reached behind you and unclasped your bra so you were both bare chested. you flipped yourselves around so she was sat propped up against the wall and you were sat in-between her legs, tugging at her panties with your bottom lip drawn between your top teeth. you moaned softly when she was fully exposed you, you tugged her skirt down so she was now fully naked in front of you.

when you stared for a minute too long, man-ra’s face flushed a deep shade of red as she turned over to cover herself. you instantly pinned her down on the floor, pinning her wrists either side of her body as you looked down at her.

“don’t do that baby” you whispered softly.

“do you… not like my body?” she asked hesitantly, your gaze softened entirely as you captured her lips in a soft kiss, savouring her sweet taste.

“baby i love your body” you said once you had pulled away. “you are so fucking gorgeous and never forget that” you added, she nodded.

you kissed her once again, but it was only brief as you began to kiss down her neck, leaving small nips and bites as you travelled down, kissing in-between her breasts and then down to her stomach. when you got in-between her legs, you spread them softly with your hands and licked your lips slightly before diving in.

but before your mouth could come into contact with her sweet-looking pussy, she pushed your head back. you looked up at her and gave her a questioning look.

“i’ve never… no one’s ever…” she cut herself off, but you knew exactly what she meant, you gave her a soft smile.

“no one’s ever eaten you out before, baby?” you ask, your voice velvety soft.

“no” she swallows softly, “my last boyfriend only used me, he never made me come” the words spilled off of her tongue faster than she could control them.

“never?” you asked, bewildered on how someone could never give nam-ra her own pleasure and only focused on herself. she only shook her head. “well, we don’t have to if you don’t want to” you reassure her.

“no, i’m sure, i want to… i just wanted you to know” she said, her eyes wide.

you nod softly before putting your head back in-between her legs. and this time, when you placed a soft kiss to her pulsing clit, she shuddered. you smirked softly before licking a long stripe up her slit and sucking harshly on her clit.

“taste to good” you mumble against her sopping cunt.

your words must have given her some pleasure and confidence as her hands suddenly travelled down to your hair and tugged softly. you didn’t stop your brutal attack on her clit as you kept sucking and giving it small kisses and licks. your movements were eliciting soft moans and whimpers.

you sensed nam-ra must have been getting close because she started to buck her hips away from your mouth and close her legs, but your arms around her thighs prevented her from moving so far as you pulled her back to your mouth, giving her clit harsher sucks.

you continued your actions for a few more seconds until nam-ra’s body tensed. her back arched and threw her head back, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. you looked up at her through your lashes, watching her face intently as a cry fell from her lips. liquid came from her pussy as you tried to lap up all of her juices.

you sat up and wiped her juices from your chin, looking down at her with a soft smirk on your lips.

“how do you feel?” you asked, looking down at her drunken expression.

“good. so good. what happened?” looked up at you.

“you squirted baby” you stated, your smirk turning into a smile.

“is that a good thing?”

“it just means you’re enjoying yourself” you explained, “do you want to continue, or do you want to stop?”

“what’s the next thing?” she sits up.

“scissoring. its where you rub your clits together to make friction. we don’t have to if you don’t want to”

she nodded eagerly, you smiled and brought her chin to yours as she unzipped your pencil skirt. you tugged it down your legs, your panties following not far behind, never breaking the kiss.

you easily positioned yourselves so that your clits were touching. you started rubbing yourself against her clit, she bucked her hips at the overstimulation. you held her in place as you continued to rub your clit against hers.

you were both moaning out, the zombies outside banging against the doors at the sound, but you both paid no mind and continued your actions, your bodies slick with sweat as you grinded your hips down onto hers. nam-ra helped by bucking her hips upwards to meet yours.

not long later, you began to feel the knot tighten in your stomach, signifying that you were close to the edge. by the frantic look in nam-ra’s eyes, she was beginning to reach the edge aswell.

“come with me baby, come with me” you say as your orgasm got close.

you moaned out, keeping your eyes open to see nam-ra’s face as she came, you came almost straight after, continuing to rub your clits together to ride yourselves out of your highs.

after you had both come down from your highs, nam-ra was straight on your lap, hugging you close. her eyes were barely open as she did so.

“you tired, baby?” you whisper to her, rocking her backwards and forwards before moving yourself so you were sat against the wall. by the time you looked down again, nam-ra was fast asleep on your shoulder.