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shoot-the-oneshot · 4 years

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Counting the days: day 1

Series summary. You go to a friends bachelorette party in Italy and meet the man of your dreams, NOT, you didn’t see the part where you get kidnapped by a gangster on your friends itinerary. How will you handle being thrown into a life of guns and mafias.

Massimo Torricelli x Reader

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A week in Italy, your dream vacation. Only difference is when you imagined it you didn’t see the screaming girls surrounding you.

Sinking further into your seat when the squeals start up again. Your eyes shifting to to the right when Ally jumps in the empty seat next to you.

“You know I don’t think planes work like that.”

You tease, seeing equal annoyance on her face. You both loved Katie, the bride to be.

But her friends that seem determined to hit a new octave with their high pitched yells, not so much.

“Oh hush we’re already here they won’t say anything. Plus you didn’t just spend ten hours sitting next to a freakin squeaky toy.”

Laughing as you pushed her out of the way to grab your bag. Her grabbing hers as you pass her seat when the plane stops.

“Y/n, Ally, come on the cars waiting!”

Katie yells, still wearing a very inappropriate headband which is one of the reasons the two of us were keeping our distance until now. When we meet the group outside they immediately shove sashes over our heads. Ally was miss behaving, while I was hot mess. Rolling my eyes while she laughs.

“At lest you’re hot.”

After dinner we went to the resorts bar and took up a cabana by the pool. After a few hours of her housewife friends throwing subtle digs at you for being not being married yet.

“Clarity!”

“I’m just saying, Y/n is a pretty girl but she can’t wait to settle down forever.”

“Yeah I’d take your advice if I wanted my husband to be sleeping with his assistant.”

Ally coughs as she choked on her drink laughing while everyone else is still shocked that you even knew that. You didn’t, it was a guess but judging by her face you hit the nail on the head. As politely as you could you excused yourself saying you needed to find a bathroom, more like you needed the bar.

While you were still ranting in your head you accidentally bumped into a hard chest. Mumbling apologizes as you backed off, stopping as you looked at his face. Hello tall Italian and handsome. Taking a moment to look him over wearing all black, a few tattoos you can see, intense look in his eyes. As hot as he was there was something about him that send warnings off in your head.

“Are you lost babygirl?”

Before you could reply Ally comes running up, and starts shaking you.

“Y/n, that was amazing did you see her face!”

When you looked back for mystery man he was gone, so you let your guard down and let her drag you to the bar while telling you about the reactions you missed.

You’ve been here for five days. Just enough for you to fall in love with the place and your tan to be just right. You and Ally thankfully shared a room and while the champagne that room service brought every night that neither of you ordered creeped you out your roommate loved it.

And right now was a moment you were happy for the alcohol. The party was out at a restaurant while the food was amazing the company, not so much. Charity has made it her mission to get under your skin and while you found it funny Ally did not.

“Men don’t like women that drink Y/n”

“Shut it Karen!”

“It’s Charity!

“Sure!”

Seeing the two bicker you didn’t want it to ruin your friends bachelorette vacation. Taking yourself from equation was the best option, it was easy enough to slide away coming up with some lie about feeling sick and wanting to go back to the hotel.

Giving a few hugs to the people you actually like before taking your leave. The city was beautiful at night but you were definitely lost. While you weren’t exactly heading back immediately you’d like to at least know what direction the hotel was in.

Just as you were about to give in and call a taxi, the trashcans down the alley suddenly tipped over, your hand coming up to your chest to calm your breathing, laughing when a cat came running out. Turning around you bumped into someone for the second time this week and this man sent up red flags too.

And you should probably learn to listen to those instincts, because the next think you know everything went black.

The first thing the went through your head when you woke up was that this definitely wasn’t your hotel room or even the alley. You weren’t sure if you’d rather woken up here or back there. The room was beautiful, you can admit that. The dark floors and walls contrasted perfectly with the gold accents the biggest shower you’ve ever seen. Big double doors, wait doors! Almost tripping over the dress you were thankfully still wearing in you haste to get to the doors. Locked of course, you’ve seen enough criminal minds to know how this goes. They locked the doors but the windows however were open, Amateurs. They probably thought you wouldn’t risk the two story jump, but you’re pretty sure the climb down is better than what’s on the other side of those doors.

Pushing open the window, getting hit with the ocean breeze. The molding on the outside walls gave almost perfect steps for you to take down. You swear nothing had ever felt as good as the grass under your feet in that moment. you couldn't enjoy it for long before you heard yells, that was quick.

Gathering your dress in your hands you take off running. Looking for a way out when the voices started coming from all around you. You’re trapped, the only thing you can get to is the pool so that’s where you go.

Slowly getting into the pool to not create a splash, taking deep fast breaths until you see shadows come around the corner. Gasping once more slipping under the water keeping your back to the wall. You never thought you’d use anything you learned in those diving classes for once you were glad to be wrong.

All you heard was muffled voices, after what felt like forever they started to fade, waiting a few more seconds before coming up just to be safe. But before you could two hands reach through the water hauling you up.

Choking between screaming and gasping for air, barely noticing the man picking you up until he gently sets you down on a couch.

It’s mystery man! You can only see his back but you’re sure it’s him. Especially when he turned back. You didn’t see the towel that was around your shoulders until he finally spoke. Leaning on his arm that was resting above the very elaborate fireplace.

“Was the idea of being here so bad that you tried to kill yourself twice to get away?”

The words rolled off his tongue, thick with frustration and his Italian accent. Did he think you wanted to be here? You didn’t even know where here was. Oh if only you weren’t trapped in an episode of Dexter this situation would almost be hot.

“While it was incredibly stupid to jump out a window, I must admit I admire your dedication the pool was very smart. But if you try it again I will not be as kind.”

As his sentences went on the closer he got, step by step the more intimidating he became. He ended up only a few inches away from your face. Arms reaching the back of the couch trapping you between them.

“So next time don’t let you catch me”

Those were not the words he wanted to hear, he made that fact very clear but tugging the towel tighter around your neck and pulling you even closer as he growled.

“Don’t test me, If you run again I can always chain you to the bed. How would like that? Think you could run then?”

No you don’t, but you do think you can play nice and slip away once you gain his trust. So you kept quiet, taking your silence as cooperation he backs off back to the fireplace.

“Five years ago my life changed, I watched my father die by a bullet that was meant for the both of us. I didn’t see my life flash before my eyes I saw you, I’ve looked for you for years, no one believed you were real they said you were only my imagination, but when I saw you at the airport I knew I had to make you mine.”

You could see where everyone was coming from. You didn’t believe him either it was insane! “I’m not yours!” You couldn’t help but say. Now Y/n you really shouldn’t tell the psycho that he’s a psycho. You could hear Ally tell you now.

“I know, that’s why I’m giving you a chance to fall in love with me. Not because I forced you but because you want to. I’m giving you 365 days to love me and if in a year nothing changes I’ll let you go.”

Three words. What. The. Hell.

“I have a family, friends, a boyfriend! they’ll look for me!”

“My men have collected your things from the resort, your friends think you left to ease the tension with that woman. Your family thinks you found out your boyfriend cheated on you so you’re staying here to get over it. Y/n, if you give it a chance you’ll love me, I know you will. I’ll do everything to make you love me.”

DAY 2

❤️part one is done. I know it sucked but it will get better but hope you guys Liked it stay tuned for more. My request are still open!❤️

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babybluebex · 4 years

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blinding lights [spencer reid smut]

➽ pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader(red / @h-o-m-e-w-a-r-d ) ➽ word count: 4.6k ➽ summary: an undercover mission leads enemies red and spencer to sort out their differences. ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. explicit language, smut, oral (m!receiving), a little canon fuckery lol ➽ a/n: thank you red for the request! enjoy!

Dr. Spencer Reid and I weren’t the best of friends. I wasn’t sure of the origin, but I think it started when I was called in to take his place while he was in prison. He wasn’t in there for too long, but it was long enough for me to really settle into my place at the BAU as a geographical profiler. When he was released from prison and came back to the BAU, he was no longer the youngest on the team. He wasn’t a baby to them and he wasn’t fragile anymore, and that seemed to bug him. It was classic behavior of a child who got a baby sibling and was sour about the attention the baby got.

“Spencer, Jesus, listen to me,” I sighed heavily. “You look suspicious as hell. Everyone will instantly know you’re not an innocent.”

“I’m not ‘suspicious’, Red,” Spencer said with a grimace. “You’re overthinking this.”

“Alright, genius,” I huffed. “When’s the last time someone wore a full suit to a club?”

“We got it a lot in Vegas,” Spencer began.

“This isn’t Vegas, dipshit,” I told him. “This is Virginia. They’re pretty different places. Let’s redirect to your place, put on jeans and something more casual, and then we’ll be fine.”

Spencer forced out a laugh. “You think I actually own a pair of jeans,” he said. “You’re funny.”

“Ugh, fine,” I mumbled. “Lose the coat, at least.”

The car rolled to a stop at a red light, and Spencer grumbled as he tugged his jacket off. I knew that he didn’t want to admit that I was right, but his eyebrows became loosened when the jacket was gone. “Gimme the tie,” I said. “Pop the top… Hmm… Try the top two buttons.”

“Ya know, Red,” Spencer started with a smirk. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re intentionally trying to undress me.”

“As if I would ever sleep with you,” I scoffed. “C’mon, man, just do it. Trust me here, I’m closer to the target age for these sorta clubs, I know what I’m doing.”

“Is that a jab at my age?” Spencer asked, dramatically pressing his hand to his chest. “I’m hurt, Red, truly.”

“Boo-hoo, unbutton your shirt,” I said quickly. I took his arm in my grasp and rolled a sleeve up a few rotations experimentally, and I nodded in approval at his forearms.

“And is this based on some statistic?” Spencer asked. “College girls like forearms?”

“If they belong to a nice-looking guy, sure,” I told him. “It’s the same ‘Victorian men being horny for women’s ankles’ mentality. It’s seeing something that’s not normally exposed.”

Spencer nodded, and he chuckled. It was low and rough against his vocal chords, and he wet his bottom lip. “Did you just call me attractive?” He asked.

“Oh, shut up,” I groaned. I did the same to his other sleeve, then said, “That’s a little better. You still look…”

“Old?” Spencer asked.

“Uncomfortable,” I replied. “Just… Be cool. Please?”

When we got to the club, Spencer didn’t leave my side. The unsub’s M.O were young women with red hair, hence my being there, and we were pulling a classic maneuver of baiting him to get me. Spencer was right next to me, but I also knew that the rest of the team was around if we needed backup. According to past incidents, the unsub would drug the girl’s drink and take her away under the guise of helping her, and we were prepared for anything bad to happen.

Spencer helped me onto a barstool, his hand gripping mine. I was much shorter than him, and the seat gave me a few inches more than I would regularly have, and I smiled gently. “What d’ya wanna drink, babe?” Spencer asked, and it pleased me to see just how easily he slipped into his role.

“Surprise me,” I told him, and Spencer moved in just a bit closer to me. His hand came up and brushed my hair behind my ear, and his lips moved just centimeters away.

“Two seats down the bar,” Spencer whispered. “Been staring at you since we walked in.”

I nodded. “Does he seem…?” I began.

“She seems pretty interested,” Spencer said. “But I can’t tell if it’s because she’s the unsub or not…”

“She?” I repeated. “I thought we agreed that the unsub was a guy?”

“We figured,” Spencer replied.

“How often is the unsub in situations like this a woman?” I asked.

“Are you doubting that I can see who’s watching you?” Spencer asked, narrowing his eyes. “It’s a female-presenting person, Red. If you don’t believe me, look for yourself.”

“I’m not doubting, Spence,” I mumbled. “Christ, loosen up.”

Suddenly, Spencer’s hand went to my thigh and he squeezed with surprising force. “Don’t tell me what I should do,” he said. “If you remember, I’m here to protect you.”

The breath left my chest quickly, leaving me rasping out an attempt at a comeback. “Get your hand off of me,” I managed finally.

“It’s for our covers, babygirl,” Spencer said with a sarcastic smirk. When he smiled at me like that, annoyance usually burned in my stomach. However, at that moment, there was something more. It couldn’t be arousal, could it?

“Hmm, taking a page out of Derek’s book, are we?” I asked.

“Let’s get you drunk,” Spencer laughed, squeezing my thigh once more before he removed his hand. “Stay right here, pet.”

“Or what?” I challenged him eagerly. I knew that everything he was saying was in aid of our covers for the night, but a small part of me hoped that it was in earnest. I had acknowledged to Prentiss and Garcia on several occasions that Spencer was, in my opinion, the most attractive member of the team, and Prentiss agreed. Garcia was still loyal to Morgan, though, but it made me feel less like a freak that someone else saw it. His long hair, his curls fluffed out, with facial hair making his cheeks and chin rough, and pretty golden eyelashes with the dark circles around his eyes. He had mentioned once that the darkness around his eyes was a genetic thing, and I hadn’t forgotten that.

Spencer smiled at me and he hooked his thumbs comfortably in his belt loops. “Pray you don’t find out,” he said, and he winked at me before turning in search of a bartender.

There was a gentle giggle from behind me, and I looked to see a woman a few years older than me, dressed casually and sipping at a fruity cocktail. I chanced a quick look over her shoulder to where Spencer had indicated that the suspicious woman sat, and I found the seat empty. I was sure that the woman was the one Spencer had seen. “You two are cute,” she said. “I wish I had a boyfriend like that.”

“Oh, he’s not…” I began instinctually, and my words died in my throat. “He’s not usually as much of an asshole as he just was. He hates clubs.”

“Why’s he here then?” she asked. Her hair was a strawberry blonde that shined purple under the lights of the club, and her eyes were large and curious at me.

“I begged him,” I replied. I fiddled with my jacket, trying to find the wire that Rossi has fitted me with, and I pulled my phone out of an inner pocket as a guise. “He’s a sorta stick-in-the-mud. He’ll probably leave early.”

“Hey, you,” Spencer said and buried a kiss in my hair, and he said, “You told me to surprise you.”

I took a sip of the drink, and I smiled at him. It was nothing more than soda, but I said, “How’d you know I liked rum and soda?”

“I know a lot about you, pet,” Spencer said. “More than you think.” His hand returned to my leg, just a bit higher than before, and his thumb made gentle strokes on the inner skin of my thigh. The stimulation was enough to make my leg twitch, and Spencer gave me an innocuous smile. “Something wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I replied. I turned my body fully towards him, and I made sure to leave my glass just out of my sight. “Okay, I have one request.”

Spencer sighed. “I’m not gonna dance with you.”

I groaned and slapped my hands on his chest. “Why not?” I cried. “That’s why we’re here, right, babe?”

“Red,” Spencer said firmly. “Trust me. You don’t want me to dance with you.”

“Give me one good reason why not,” I said, tugging at his collar. Two could easily play at the game that he had started, and I intended to win.

Spencer bit his bottom lip, his teeth sinking into the pink flesh, and he said, “Because I’ll probably get hard and have to fuck you raw in the bathroom. We don’t want that, do we?”

My heart jumped into my throat, and I clenched my jaw. “Jesus, someone might hear you,” I whispered.

“What would be the harm in that?” Spencer asked. “But you don’t want that.”

I swallowed hard, and my finger gently stroked the bit of skin just below his collar. “Babe,” I said softly. ‘You have no idea how much that would please me.”

Spencer raised his chin, trying to gauge if I was serious or not, and he said, “How about we skip that dance and go right to the good part?”

“Fine by me,” I shrugged. Spencer took my hand to assist me down from the barstool, and his arm went tightly around my waist. The bathroom was a single-serve type, and Spencer and I filed in quickly before he shut the door and secured the lock.

“Okay,” Spencer said, pressing his palms to his legs. “How long should we stay in here?”

I shrugged. “How long does it take for you to fuck someone raw?” I asked, looking at my watch. I saw a text from Garcia, the one who was monitoring our wires, and it had a simple winky face. I sent her back a middle finger.

“I don’t know,” Spencer said. “Depends.”

“On?” I asked.

“I’m not getting into that with you,” Spencer said.

“Well, you made your bed, Doc,” I said. “Now, lie in it. How long do you take to fuck?”

“Red, I’m not--” Spencer began, and his hand twitched. My gaze went to where they laid, and I blinked away the sight of the bulge in Spencer’s pants.

“Jesus Christ,” I huffed. “Are you hard right now?”

“Can you blame me?” Spencer asked. “It’ll go away, give it a minute.”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “Well, we have to stay here long enough for the unsub to drug my drink,” I began. “So, take care of… That, and we’ll go from there.”

“Well, geez, you don’t have to sound so offended,” Spencer said. “This is because of you, brat.”

“I’m not a brat,” I spat back.

“Sounds like something a brat would say,” Spencer quipped quickly, and I rolled my eyes. I turned to look at him and found him tugging at his shirt collar. His eyes quickly found mine, and he said, “What? It’s hot.”

“Not really,” I said. I crossed my arms over my chest, and I said, “You know, sexual arousal raises the body’s temperature by two degrees on average. It’ll give some people the feeling of being in a warm environment even when they’re not.”

“Stop spouting off statistics,” Spencer snapped.

“Or what?” I asked.

“Or you’re gonna be taking care of me,” Spencer said. “Fucking brat.”

I tilted my head curiously, and I took a few steps toward him. “And what if I want to take care of you?” I asked. “What if that’s all I’ve ever wanted?”

“You’re getting into dangerous territory here, Red,” Spencer warned me.

I reached into my jacket and retrieved the wire, and I clicked it off before replacing it into my pocket. Instantly, my watch lit up with a text from Garcia, probably asking why my wire suddenly cut out, but I didn’t care too much. I reached out for Spencer, and I carefully began to unbutton his shirt. I didn’t do it all the way, just enough to get to his own wire, and I said, “Hey, Garcia. Give us maybe ten minutes alone, babe.” With that, I turned his wire off as well, and I smiled up at Spencer. “You’re really cute, Doctor.”

“Are you actually going to help me?” Spencer asked. “Or are you just gonna tease me?”

I sighed dramatically. “I don’t know,” I said. “While teasing you seems awfully tempting, we’re on a time crunch.”

Quickly, my hand went to Spencer’s waist and started to undo his belt, and Spencer leaned forward towards me. “Red,” Spencer started. “You really don’t have to do this, ya know?”

“I know,” I replied. “But, honestly, Spence, I’ve wanted to fuck you since I met you.”

Spencer chuckled. “You’re lying to me,” he said.

“No,” I said plainly. “You walked into the bullpen and everyone swarmed you and was asking you about prison. That’s enough to get any girl hot and bothered, but you smiled at me and I melted.”

“Good to know,” Spencer said. “So, I just need to smile at you, and you’ll give me a blowjob?”

“Not always,” I replied. “But right now, yes.”

By now, my hand was fully in his pants, and the heady weight of his cock excited me. He seemed the type of man to have a big cock. I swiped my thumb gently over the soft head and Spencer’s head tilted back as he hissed softly. “Jesus, Red,” He whispered. “It’s been so long since…”

“Hush, babe,” I whispered. “It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me anything.” A moment passed where I slowly worked him in my hand, and I cleared my throat. “How long, Spence?”

“Before prison,” Spencer told me. “Most women don’t wanna fuck a guy who went to prison on murder charges.”

“What does that say about me?” I asked.

“We don’t have time for this right now,” Spencer said firmly. “Just suck my dick, please.”

I smiled. “Gladly, Dr. Reid,” I replied. I moved down onto my knees and worked Spencer’s pants down further to fully expose him to me. I let my hands smooth up his legs to his waist, and I tugged him slightly closer. The smell of him filled my nose and made my mouth water, and I finally put my mouth on him. Even just the feeling of my lips drew a small moan from Spencer, and his fingers tangled in my hair.

“We don’t have too long,” Spencer mumbled, and I nodded. Spencer’s hand replaced my mouth and he worked his cock in his fist. I watched him eagerly, feeling myself quiver and begin to drip at the sight of him, and I pushed his hand out of the way in favor of wrapping my mouth around the firm head of his cock again. His skin was warm with arousal, and I sent a long lick from the head to where his cock met his body. This earned me a wrecked moan, and Spencer whispered, “Fuck, Red.”

I kept on what I was doing, enjoying the way that Spencer gripped my hair and cussed whenever I did something he liked. He was responsive as hell, often muttering little praises to me, and I loved it. I had imagined something like this, but never could I have imagined how delicious Spencer’s moans were. He had such an ego, maybe from his time in prison, but something as simple as a blowjob seemed to make him dissolve. Eventually, I recognized the little spasms in his thighs and hips, and I pulled myself away from his cock. A string of saliva connected us, and I giggled as I wiped it away. “You almost done?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Spencer said breathlessly. “Take off your shirt.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Just do it,” Spencer huffed. I wasn’t about to argue with him, so I stripped myself of my blouse and I pushed my chest out for him to admire. His hand returned to grip his cock, and he began to stroke himself quickly. He bit his bottom lip harshly, the flush in his neck telling of just how close to orgasm he was, and his hand became faster. “Fuck. Fuck!”

I barely had time to register that he was coming before I felt his cum land on my warm chest, dripping down in-between my breasts. A small part of me was unhappy that this bra was now stained with Spencer’s cum, but a bigger part didn’t mind too much. Even if the stain didn’t come out, it would be a reminder of the little moment we shared.

Spencer’s chest heaved as he tried to calm himself down, and he carefully tucked himself back into his pants. I stood up, choosing to ignore the ache in my knees, and I helped him right his hair. His eyes were now heavily-lidded, watching me carefully, and I turned to the chipped sink. I found a stack of brown paper towels and wet a few with the lukewarm water, and I turned back to Spencer and began to gently pat his cheeks and neck with them. “It’ll cool you down,” I explained gently. “Make you look a little normal.”

“I’m not worried about that,” Spencer said. “Are you okay?”

I nodded quickly. “I’m fine, Doc,” I replied. Taking his word, I began to clean myself up, and I threw the soaked and dirty paper towels into the metal bin. He helped me back into my blouse, his hands surprisingly steady as he did my buttons, and I wrestled our wires back onto us, switching them on. My watch showed that Garcia had texted me several times, asking what had happened, and I was sure that Spencer’s phone was in a similar state.

“We’re alright, Garcia,” I said. “Sorry about that.” Even though I couldn’t hear Garcia, I knew that she was laughing.

“Oh, God,” Spencer sighed. “Your knees are bruised to shit.”

I looked down at my legs and found light red bruises already forming, and I shrugged. “Whatever,” I said. “I don’t care if you don’t.”

“I don’t,” Spencer assured me. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at me, and I laughed.

“Alright, lover boy,” I said and patted his chest. “Let’s go check on that drink.”

When we returned, our seats were empty and my drink was still there, the glass sweaty with condensation, and it took one whiff to smell the tell-tale saltiness of rohypnol. I pretended to take a sip of it, and I pulled Spencer close to me. “Twenty minutes,” I said. “Time it.”

Spencer nodded, and he leaned back against the bar. We examined the place, and I quickly spotted Prentiss and JJ on the far side of the club, acting as normal club-goers. They were dancing to whatever thumping song was playing, and I knew that, even though it was a job, JJ probably loved being away from the kids for a night. “Hey,” I said gently, resting my hand on Spencer’s arm. “Umm… Don’t be a stranger. Ya know?”

“What do you mean?” Spencer asked. “We see each other every day.”

“No,” I said. “I mean, like… Don’t… Nevermind.”

“Oh, was this about…?” Spencer began and gestured to the bathroom. I was glad that he had caught onto what I was saying and reciprocated in a way that avoided Garcia or the rest of the team from explicitly hearing what had happened. I wasn’t ashamed and I doubted that Spencer was, but we knew that everyone would give us endless shit for hooking up while we were in the field. “Red, I would hate for that to affect what we have.”

“What do we have?” I asked. “You hate me.”

“I pretended to hate you,” Spencer corrected me. “There’s some shit in my past, and I’m sure you’ll find out if you don’t already know, but… I think it’s easier to hide my feelings, because the last girl I had feelings for… Long story short, she framed me for murder.”

“Oh, shit,” I chuckled. “What a bombshell.”

“You’re telling me,” Spencer said. “But I like you. I’ve liked you for a while, since I met you. But I never thought you’d go for someone like me, so I never tried.”

“Someone like you?” I repeated.

“A felon,” Spencer shrugged easily.

“We just had a discussion about this, babe,” I said. “Or did you miss the part where I… Did all that? And you didn’t actually do it, so, as far as I’m concerned, you’re just another government schlub.”

“Oh, that makes me feel better,” Spencer snorted. “So, you’d rather fuck a government schlub than a felon?” I widened my eyes at him, and he bit his bottom lip harshly as he realized what he had said. I watched JJ and Prentiss turn to look at us, and I locked eyes with JJ across the room. She exploded with laughter that I could almost hear from the other side of the loud club, and I huffed. I had forgotten that Garcia wasn’t the only one who could hear what our wires were transmitting.

“Jesus, what I’m trying to say, Spence,” I started. “Is that I’d still like you, even if you were a real felon. If you were to kill someone, I’m sure you would be justified anyway. Whatever. All this to say… Don’t be a stranger. I’d like for this to happen again.”

Spencer nodded in agreement. “Me too, Red,” he said softly. “Me too.”

Spencer signaled the twenty minutes with a gentle pat on my thigh, and I blinked a few times. I had seen the effects of rohypnol before, and I knew how to act; apparently, Spencer knew how to act as well. “Hey, you look really tired,” he noted. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” I nodded breathlessly.

Suddenly, JJ began to wave frantically in Spencer’s direction, jumping up and down to get his attention. This was all part of the scheme, separating me from Spencer to allow the unsub to swoop in and “rescue” me. “Oh, woah,” Spencer chuckled. “Hey, I see a girl that I work with over there, do you mind if I go say hi?”

“Go ahead, babe,” I said with a weak smile. “I’ll be here.”

Spencer landed a quick kiss on my cheek and moved off to join Prentiss and JJ, and a hand touched mine almost immediately. It was the same strawberry blonde from before. “You look really sick,” she stated. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, and it made my stomach turn and my skin crawl.

“No, no, I’m fine,” I said. “Just… Just hit a wall. Long day at work, ya know?”

She pressed her lips together and nodded quickly. “Maybe we should get you a cab home,” she said. “Does your boyfriend live with you?”

I cast a gaze towards Spencer, talking to JJ with big, excited gestures, and I shook my head. “No,” I began. “He lives… Up-Uptown.”

“Let’s get you out of here,” she said, and she slung my arm over her shoulders. I moved with her out of the club, making sure to stumble a few times to help sell the ruse, and I slumped against the brick wall outside. I took a few quick breaths and worked tears to my eyes, and I mumbled “Where’m I?”

“We’re going home,” the girl told me. “You’ve been drugged.”

I looked at her, the sickly-fluorescent light of the streetlamp making her look like something from the uncanny valley, and I saw Spencer approaching us behind her, his gun drawn. The girl reached out to me, taking my arm, and Spencer yelled, “FBI! Hands behind your head!”

The girl turned on her heel to see Spencer and the gun, and she looked around in a panic to see Prentiss at his side, her gun drawn as well. By the time she turned back to me, I had unstrapped my gun from around my thigh and had it focused squarely on her. “Hands behind your head, ma’am,” I told her with a smile.

“But!” She started. “But you--!”

I took her moment of confusion to sheath my weapon and grab her arms, and I began to cuff her. “I’m an agent with the FBI,” I told her “Special Agent Reid will read you your rights.”

“I know them,” she spat.

“Still required,” I said. “Or I can read them to you. I think it would be less embarrassing for you if Agent Reid did it, though.”

Spencer kept his gun trained on her, and he began to recite her rights. “You have the right to remain silent,” he said. “Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney; if you cannot afford one, one will be assigned to you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?” It wouldn’t have surprised me if Spencer had that puppy memorized before he even stepped foot into a government building.

As I pushed the suspect into a cop car, JJ came up to me. “Good job, Red,” she said. “I’m impressed.”

“It was nothing,” I said, shutting the door. “I couldn’t have done it without Spence.”

“Yeah,” JJ chuckled. “Umm… Word of advice for next time… You have to hold the button for three seconds to stop the wire from transmitting.”

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tonguetiedvalentine · 4 years

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request:

word count: 2,4k

warnings: swearing and a looot of smut

a/n: i had a lot of fun writing this!! thanks for your request <3

"No look, you gotta add 4 and then- " "Cal, can we just take a break please? We've been doing this all day and I just can't wrap my head around it anymore." Calum sighed before placing my pen in between the pages of my math book to use it as a bookmark before he shut it.

"Fine, I'm starving anyway. But you have to promise me to continue later, your exam is on thursday and you know you have to get at least 60% to pass." I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for reminding me, daddy." He smirked. "Shut up, you know you're only allowed to call me that in the bedroom." I hit his arm playfully, feeling my face heat up.

He stood up from the bar stool making his way into the kitchen. When I was about to follow him, he yelled "Go set up a movie, I'II prepare snacks." My lips curled into a smile, feeling relieved about finally being able to get my mind off numbers and equations.

While Netflix was getting ready I went to the bedroom to get some blankets and comfortable clothes, craving the feeling of my body getting lost in one of Calums oversized sweaters. When I returned to the living room, he was already scrolling through the options that the streaming website had to offer.

"What mood are we in today, ma'am?" He didn't take his eyes off the screen while talking to me, hoping to find something before I suggest a chick flick he's been trying to avoid watching.

"I don't care, you choose. Something funny, maybe." When I finished setting up the blankets, I found him looking at me questioningly, waiting for my reaction to Men in Black showing up on the TV screen. I nodded, literally not giving a fuck about what we're watching since I'm gonna end up falling asleep anyway. Calum hit play while I got under one of the blankets propping my feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch. He joined me a second later taking the bowl of popcorn with him and offering some to me which I accepted with a thankful smile.

Days like these were one of the reasons I loved staying at Calums place. He was always trying to help me out with school, listening to whats on my mind and being there for me, no matter what I was going through. Dancing and yelling along to our favorite bands songs was a daily must and movie nights were just as important.

Lately our friendship gained another beautiful aspect when we started sleeping with each other.

Neither of us had planned to be friends with benefits but when I crashed at his place after a party we went to and the sexual tension was way to prominent to ignore it, it just sort of happened. First we were agreeing on it being a one time thing because we wouldn't let sex ruin our friendship but when it happened again a few days later, we knew there was no going back.

Calum moved up to the backrest and put his arm around my shoulders, allowing me to rest my head against him. I never noticed he put down the bowl of popcorn until I felt his other hand trace circles on my thigh over the blanket. I grinned and grabbed it to play with his fingers which he seemed to enjoy as he chuckled slightly.

A few minutes later he let go off my hand to move his under the blanket, back onto my thigh. He turned his head towards me and I felt his lips brush my ear. "Have I ever told you that you look great in my shirts?" I smiled as I knew where this was going. "I'm not sure, why?" Calum lowered his head even more, kissing my neck right below my ear, knowing damn well it would drive me crazy. "Because you look fucking fantastic right now." My smirk grew even wider when he continued moving his hand towards my heat as his lips were exploring the sensitive skin of my neck. At this point I was craving them on mine and when I turned my head it only took him a split second to kiss me intensely.

Our tongues started dancing and I could taste every bit of him which I could never get enough of. By now his hand reached my hip where he slid it underneath the sweater, holding onto my waist. I moved my body so I was straddling him, allowing Calum to pull me even closer. My hands found their way to the back of his head, slightly pulling on the roots of his hair, causing him to moan into the kiss. He couldn't let that slide so he took my lower lip in between his teeth and moved both his hands into my shorts, grabbing my ass which made me gasp.

"As much as I love this on you", he pulled on the hem of the shirt "it needs to go now." I pulled away to yank it off my body, exposing my bare chest since I never put on a bra after showering in the morning. While I threw the sweater across the room I saw Calums lust filled eyes examine my naked body. I was never really confident about myself but moments like these, where he was looking at me as if I was the most beautiful piece of art he had ever seen in his entire life, made me feel like I was the only woman to ever exist.

Once the article of clothing hit the floor I went back to connect our lips again, already missing the feeling after only being parted from him for a few seconds. Calums hands were now roaming all over my back, pulling me closer against his chest even though I already didn't think there was any space left between us. Now it was me tugging on his shirt mumbling "off" as it was the only thing I was able to say in between our heated kisses. Calum got rid of it quickly before flipping us over and making me squeal. He was now on top of me, moving his hungry lips down my neck leaving a few marks before going further down until he reached my nipples which he sucked on intensely.

I threw my head back as my hands found their way back into his hair, tugging on it which only made him work even harder on my boobs. "God, Calum!" My sigh made him look up at me. "What, already enjoying yourself princess? Wait and see how good I'm gonna make you feel once I'm inside of you babygirl."

His hands continued playing with my tits while he pressed kisses all the way down my belly. Once he reached my shorts he let go of me to remove them in a swift motion, impatiently taking my panties with them. Instinctively I spread my legs even wider, inviting him to get a taste.

It didn't take him long to place his tongue on my clit and lick it sensually. I bucked my hips craving more pleasure but Calums hands quickly pushed them back down. He looked up at me with a smirk on his lips. "Patience, babygirl."

I lifted my head to look back at him. His lustful eyes analized mine before he went back to licking my heat, not breaking the stare while doing so. When he sucked on my clit harshly I threw my head back moaning loudly. Calums grip on my hips got tighter, his tongue moved faster and my voice got louder. By now his neighbours knew what was going on.

The knot in my stomach tightened and I was about to let go when Calum moved away. My head snapped up and my eyes searched for his face. He grinned back at me while letting a finger run through my folds. "We don't want you to cum already, do we?" My head fell back down in frustration. "Calum, please do something, anything!"

"Anything?"

"Uh-huh"

Suddenly I felt Calum push a finger inside me. I cried out and arched my back off the couch. He sat up and held onto my knee, making sure my legs stayed spread while he continued thrusting into me at a quick pace. Once more I felt my orgasm approaching and so did he, which made him stop his actions once more.

Not wanting to keep up with Calums games anymore, I sat up tugged on his hair so his face aligned with mine. I smashed my lips against his and pushed him against the backrest, climbing back onto his lap. I heard him raise his deep voice while I sucked on his neck.

"Feeling dominant, princess?"

"No, just no longer interested in you playing with me."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, Cal."

"Then beg for it."

I smirked. Cal loved to hear me plead to get the touch I'm craving and I was willing to do just that any day. I raised my head to look into his dark eyes, giving him what he asked for.

"Cal please, I need you deep inside of me now. I need to feel you, I need you to wreck me entirely, please baby."

The smirk on his lips showed off perfectly how much he enjoyed being in charge. "Normally I'd want to hear more of that but I want you just as much so get up." I listened, no longer able to tease him, longing to feel him filling me up.

As soon his pants and boxers joined the other discarded clothes on the floor he pulled me back onto his lap, immediately lining his member up with my entrance and pushing my hips down to slam inside of me. Both of us cried out at the sudden sensation and it took us a few seconds to adjust but when his hands slowly started guiding me I rocked against him. In a matter of a few minutes we were panting while holding on to each other tightly. Calums hands were tangled in my hair while my nails scratched over his tanned arms. My hips continued to rock against his in a steady rhythm, even when he thrusted against them, making me see stars. I was already sensitive from the two denied orgasms before so it didn't take me long to build up another one.

"Cal I'm- I'm about to-"

That was all he needed to hear to let go of my hair and bring his hand down to rub figure eights on my clit. "Go on babygirl, cum for me. You've earned it."

The combination of his dick buried deep inside off me, his thumb working on my clit and his deep voice groaning into my ear pushed me over the edge. I threw my head back and yelled his name while he continued to move my hips against him. Once I came down from my high I collapsed against Calums chest. He stopped his movements and held me until I regained my strength.

"Good job babygirl." He held my head and pressed a kiss against my forehead. "Do you think you can handle another one for me?" I nodded even though I wasn't sure about it but I desperately wanted to pleasure Calum as well as he pleasured me.

"Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees for me, will you?" I pressed my lips against him before nodding once more and doing what he requested me to.

I felt Calum come up behind me and slap my ass harshly before pushing back inside of me. I cried out and grasped the pillow, biting into my hand to not be too loud. When he noticed, Calum removed one of his hands from my hips to grab my hair and yank it back which caused me to moan loudly.

"Don't be shy princess, let everybody know how good I'm making you feel."

With every thrust the sensation of my hair being pulled made me moan louder and louder. Occasionally Calum slapped my ass which added to the pleasure that was flowing through my body. By now Calums movements were getting sloppier and he moaned more frequently. "God babygirl you're so tight I'm not gonna last much longer." I tried shaking my head but Calums grip on my hair made it impossible for me. "I'm close too, keep going."

That made him let go of my hair to bring his hand around my body to rub my clit. My moans got louder and I felt myself clench around him. Calum sped up his thrusts and started groaning loudly which meant he was close but desperately trying to make me cum before he does. To be fair, his actions made it hard for me to hold on any longer and when he hit a specific spot by pulling me closer to him, I hit my second high, collapsing onto the couch. My screams were concealed from pressing my face into the pillows but they were loud enough to push Calum over the edge . He stayed inside of me for a moment before pulling out and sitting back down on the couch, carefully caressing my hips until I calmed down. When I did I sat up and moved back next to him, cuddling into his chest.

"God damn Calum, that was amazing."

He nodded while holding my head against him with one hand, the other one tracing patterns on my thigh just like he did earlier. "Fuck yeah it was, possibly the best sex we ever had." I nodded to agree with him.

After we finished watching the movie we forgot about entirely,we stood up to put our clothes back on and clean the mess we made by unintentionally knocking several pillows off the couch. I excused myself to go to the bathroom to fix my hair and look at the marks Calum left on my neck. After I was looking decent again, I made my way back to the living room where Calum was already sitting in front of my math book again, patting the chair next to him. "Come on now babygirl, we gotta get back to your studies." I groaned but obeyed, knowing I had no other choice.

"Who knows" he began saying while leaning closer to me "maybe I'll reward you with round two once you get the hang of it."

#calum hood #calum 5sos #calum smut #calum hood smut #calum hood friends with benefits #calum hood fwb #calum friends with benefits #calum fwb #calum hood imagine #calum 5sos imagine #5sos imagine #5sos smut #5sos oneshot #calum hood oneshot

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defschoice · 3 years

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His Babygirl - Park Jinyoung

Characters: Park Jinyoung, Jackson Wang, Lim Jaebeom, Reader, Kevin Moon

Genre: Smut

Warning: (bondage, spanking, dom, obedience, rough sex, lightly fifty shades of grey vibes)

Summary: Jinyoung, a cold hearted savage and spoiled fuckboy who gets everything he wants and gets his way with people as he wants it.

Word count: 1546

"Why do you have to leave Kev?" You sobbed as your brother package his suitcase.

"It's just a small tour to Europe and USA with my group" He said as he continued to pack.

"How long will you be gone?" You asked sitting on his bed

"Just a month or so but don't worry, I'll be back before you know it" He said as he patted your head and went down the stairs.

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As you stood at the top of the stairs you heard your parents talk with Kevin as you walked down the stairs and grabbed to jacket.

"Hey sweetie where are you going?" Your mum turned around and asked me.

"Over to Jun's place, I might stay there over night" You said as Kevin just chuckled.

"Okay but be careful sweetie, see you later then" She said as you walked out and about to close the door.

"Remember to use protection if you do anything" She added right before you closed the door. Is she being for real?

"Mum! No!" You yelled as you slammed the door and started to make your way to Jun's place.

You were walking down the streets of Seoul as you were texting Jun when you walked into someone and fell backwards.

"Hey watch were you walk!" You said as you looked up at probably the most handsome man you've ever seen.

Damn... and me who thought Jun was the most handsome man I had ever seen.

"The name is Park Jinyoung and who is this beautiful little lady?" He asked with a smirking but yet heartwarming smile as he reaches his hand out for you to grab.

You take his hand as you stand up and start to dust your pretty ass " My name is Moon, Y/N Moon" You said as you continued to dust yourself of.

"Here let me help you" He said as he lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder and dusted your ass that was already clean.

I bet you he just wants a reason to touch your ass and that's when you felt a hand of up under your skirt grabbing your ass or more likely caressing it a bit which was very weird. The only other guy who's ever touched your ass is Jun and don't question that.

"Hey this is private property" You said as he just started laughing and then slapped your ass so hard you were sure the whole town could hear it.

"Well i take what i like and make it mine and i like that pretty little ass of yours so don't get too surprised from now on, okay princess?" He said while smiling bright at himself.

After a good 20 minutes of Jinyoung walking with you on his shoulder while he had his hand on your butt you managed to text Jun saying you couldn't come obviously because Mr. Perfect over here decided to take you to his home.

We entered this big mansion as you looked around "Can you set me down now?" You asked he just started laughing again, I swear does this boy just find everything I say funny or what?

"Not quite yet princess" he said as he walked into another big room, closed and locked the door as he threw you on his big king size bed, as you bounced on the mattress.

"Want to have some fun? I wanna see more of you than just your pretty little ass" He said as you looked into his eyes which was full of lust. He looked you up and down as he licked his lips and stood up.

He's quite gorgeous and handsome you honestly wouldn't mind doing him plus it's been a while since last time you did something so why not.

"Yeah sure I would like to see more off you than just your face, back and that peachy ass of yours" You said as he started to unbuckle his belt and pulled his pants down along with boxers, you decided to be a little extra and tease him a bit as well cuz why not hahaha

God damn he has a gorgeous body, so muscular and ahhh it's too much he must be working out or something and you like it.

You just started at him in standing there as you stood up on his bed and put your arms around his neck as you started to rub myself up against him giving him an even bigger boner than he already has.

You kept teasing him until he begged you to fuck him which took shorter time than you expected.

Fuck he's needy lmao

"Just fucking do me like there's no tomorrow" he said as you kept going on with this for a little bit longer.

"What's my name?" You asked lifting his pretty face up by the chin that was resting on your shoulder.

"Y-Y/N" he said now stuttering.

"B-Babygirl" He said still stuttering.

"Good boy" You said going on my knees and grabbed around his hardened member and started out slowly as he grabbed your head to control and lead you.

After a good amount of time he pushed you down the bed and was over you and started undressing you while demanding you to turn around flat on your stomach as he made himself ready to go in.

He placed the tip at your entrance and started teasing you, now giving you what you gave him.

He started thrusting inside you hard giving you no time to adjust for his size

"J-Jinyoung I'm so close" you said grabbing on to this hair.

"That's not my name" he said as he started to go slower teasing you even more.

"D-Daddy" you said now stuttering as he smirked of amusement

"That's right babygirl" He said going faster again until you both eventually came.

"Baby?" He asked laying on his side looking at you

"Hmm" you said being really fucking exhausted right now. He's good and he definetly knows what he's doing

"You know that pretty little ass of yours? I'm not done with that or you" he said as he started laughing while walking out of the room.

A few minutes later he came back fairly more undressed than before with some handcuffs and foot lockers and started tying you up, then throwing you over his shoulder once again.

"May I ask where you're taking me?" You asked as he just smiled

"Just a little room I have" he said as you walked into the room that pretty much like something taken straight out of fifty shades of grey

As he was tyeing you up you suddenly heard 2 other male voices.

Short after he cuffed the handcuffs to your hands at the bed frame and walked out of the room.

As Jinyoung was tyeing you up to the bed frame with some handcuffs, two of his best friends Jackson and JB arrived cuz obviously I had to call them over about this.

"Oh it must be them" He said as he ran out of the room leaving you tied to the bed with your arms

"Yo wassup bro?" JB said as he bro hugged him.

"Where is she?" Jackson asked clearly excited to see you.

"Relax Jacky she's in here, but you don't get to see her " He said standing in front of the door to the room.

"Bro come on. Why not?" Jackson complained to Jinyoung.

"Because. Go make yourself home in the living room. I'll finish up here and come out soon" He said gesturing for the boys to go as he went in again.

He took his shirt and pants of again and proceeded to grab your waist as he started spanked you a few times.

"You want more?" He asked you as you nodded your head at him.

"I need words. Speak to me" He said slapping your ass again.

"Y-yes Jinyoung" You said as he took the order and started slipping his thumb in your pussy rubbing your clit slowly but hardly.

"J-Jinyoung" You said as he started going in and out with his finger in a rapidly pace.

"Hold it in for me princess" He said replacing his fingers with his hard cock as he started pumping in and out giving you no time to adjust again.

After you both came he lied down next to you for a few minutes before standing up to get dressed again.

"Get cleaned up and come out in the living room" he said leaving the room.

You got dressed and walked out in the living room to the the boys

"Sup?" You said looking at JB

"Not much, you're pretty nice. Should we head back Jackson?" JB said to you to then look at Jackson.

"Y/n you can leave again if you want to but here's my number so I can call you whenever I need you" Jinyoung said to you as you walked with JB and Jackson out

"Do you want to drive with us?" JB asked looking at you.

"Sure I just need to get dropped off at my friends house anyway" You said taking your phone out.

Not gonna lie she's pretty cute but I wonder who her friend is.

#got7 jinyoung smut #jinyoung #got7 #jaebeom #jackson wang #kevin moon

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 4 years

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Texted Love

Henry Cavill x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Central Masterlist | Texted Love

"Our first guest is none other than the famous and dear friend of mine, (Y/n) (L/n)!"

A smile snaked its way on your plump lips as you came out from behind all the decorations, your eyes shining from the bright stage lights. Twitch played Drew Barrymore by Bryce Vine as you walk down to the main area, having heard it was one of your favorites. The nervousness that you once had was quickly disappearing, and instead the vibe of the song was taking control of you as you began singing.

You danced your way over to Ellen, your lips pronouncing every all the lyrics with such clarity and joy. Your hips subtly moving to the rhythm of the music, rolling from side to side. The blond laughed at your goofy entrance, her pearly whites shining with silver sparkles.

As the music came to a faded out end, you hurried over to where your host was, greeting her with a quiet, "Morning Ellen," and a hug with a kiss to the cheek. Your voice full of giggles as the two of finally sat down on the two white single seaters.

"Wow that-that was quite the performance!" Ellen joked, making you burst into another fit of giggles.

"Why thank you! I really do try my best."

"Do you usual do that?" You gave her a funny look, a smirk tugging on your lips.

"Do what? Burst out into song like a Disney character? Hell n-well. Actually....maybe...dunno. Gotta ask my staff." It was her turn to giggle. It took either of you a minute to compose yourselves, staring at each other as the room got quiet.

There was a look on your face, one that Ellen knew very well from having had you many times before on the show. Opening her mouth to say something, Ellen was interrupted by you calling out to her in what could only be referred to as an 'alien voice.' The strange sound your voice made causing her to go through another series of laughs and giggles as she desperately tried to compose herself. You grinned, loving the reaction you got in return.

"I'll stop now. Hahaha. I'll stop now." And with that said the interview went under way.

...

"Hehehe. Okay, okay. I-I need to ask you some questions. And these questions revolve around a certain....someone." Ellen wiggled her brows, noting the way your eyes just lighted up with joy at the oppprtunity of talking about the handsome man.

Oh boy, did you love him.

"Ah! My favorite subject. Do continue!" You shouted, fixing your clothing as you leaned in more into the cushions of your seat. You really just loved to toy with the media these days.

With a grin, god there's so many smiles and grins you realized, the talkshow host continued, "So what's going on? Are the two of you talking, flirting, sharing grandmas secret recipes, battle plans- what are you two doing?" You snorted before turning serious.

"We plan to attack by midnight. There's five groups with few subdivision, but the main will attack the South, North, West, and East. The fifth will attack the headquarters. Soon enough Wendy's shall be ours by the first light of dawn." The audience laughed at the mention of the fast food company. Ellen shook her head, her cheeks already hurting from so much smiling. Chuckling, you answered honestly.

"We have spoken actually. Well, not really talk talk. Like not orally but we've been texting and it's all nice and yeah." "And yeah?" "And yeah."

"Oh (f/n), you always mangae to make me laugh so much. Anywyas, for those of you who don't know," Ellen satred at the camera, "A while ago, while on the Graham Norton Show, (Y/n) learnt that she was Henry Cavill's celebrity crush," The crowd 'ooo'ed' much like the other interviews. You snickered, "(y/n) being (y/n), told on national television for Henry to hit her up on Instagram." You nodded.

"And he actually did. Hehehehe." Watching you, mischief introduced itself into her blue eyes. Not a good sign. Knowing you, you would play along and so much more. Its one of the reasons why many loved to have you on their shows. You were a goofball, always playing around, always keeping the conversation going. You were perfect.

And plus, you always did love going out with a bang.

"Do you think anything will come of it?" "Like relationship, romance wise?" "Yeah." You thought for a moemnt. In truth, you kind of hope it did but at the same time you were scared. You've never been in a relationship before, what if you were bad at it? You had always been a lone wolf in your life, opting to do everything on your own despite the many times help was offered.

Not the time to think this!

"Well I mean our zodiac signs say that our compatibility is favourable so I guess so." There was a moment of silence as everyone tried to process what you just said.

"W-What?" You gave Ellen a look as well as towards the audience who werw now snickering ag you.

"What?! I just wanted to raise the percentage!" A roar of laughter. Ellen looked at you, "Percentage?" You nodded, a stupid grin on your warm face. "Like when you're 99% sure that 2+2 makes 4 but you just want to get that one percent in. Just to like, make sure." "And how does this affect...?" You shrugged," I mean in my head it's like I now have a 1% chance of getting with him. The previous was like 0.5% chance." They continued to laugh at you.

"Wow, I feel bullied right now." You continued to joke around.

...

Throughout your whole interview, Henrybhad been watching it on his phone, a smile on his face. He still sat in his car, having previously needed to go to some place urgently, however, the news of you being live prompted him to take a few moments of distraction.

However, a few moments soon turned into a whole 25 minutes.

Oh he was definitely late. But it was you, so who cared.

He chuckled when the interview had reached your percentage bit, his eyes tracing the ways your face moved about. Admiring the your eyes shined whenever you were successful in making another laugh. Shaking his head, he plugged his car key's into the ignition, activating the vehicles engine. Quickly, he tapped out of the live stream, going to the still opened Instagram tab that remained on your conversation from the night before. Pressing on the voice recording button, he chuckled. Thinking of how dumb his next words were but finding the idea of how riled up you'd get after it, was extremely funny.

"1%? Babygirl, you have 100% chance to get with me."

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The interview had then ended and lunch had quickly rolled in, your stomach grumbling angrily. Picking up your phone, you noted that you had a voice message from Henry. Arching a brow, you preased on it. Not caring if the volume was all the way up and that you weren't the only one in the car.

---"1%? Babygirl, you have 100% chance to get with me."---

The car came to a screeching halt.

"DID HE JUST CALL YOU BABYGIRL BECAUSE IF SO, FUCK GIRL YOU'RE AT THE FUCKING TOP OF YOUR LIFE. YOU'VE REACHED YOUR PEAK DUDE." Your assistant screamed at the top of his lungs. Staring wide eyed at you from the driver's seat, his face equally as shocked as yours.

"BICTH HE CALLED ME BABYGIRL! FUCK! AND HIS VOICE, HOLY SHIT. I'M DYING!"

"AHHH/AHHHH!" The two of you screamed simultaneously.

Oh Henry. If you only knew the chaos you were causing.

Nahhh, he's a little shit. He would continue fully knowing of the chaos he causes.

...

(A/N): Made this at like five am so if there's grammatical or spelling errors then please don't mind them. :)

Hope you enjoyed!

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cadiacore · 4 years

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Fluff A-Z | a.g.

A/N; so i know this came out of fucking no where but im in a really fluffy mood and im listening to mrs. grande herself so I decided to make this as a cute little thing it is lol might make a headcannon but who knows lmaooo. The gif is mine x

Pairing; Ariana Grande x Reader

Warning(s); pure fluff and a bit of angst if you squint.

Word Count; 1.5k+

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A - I feel like she is an ass girl. If you two were dating then she would most likely have her hand on your ass half of the time. Maybe it’s a comfort thing or she just really likes to touch it and show PDA.

B - She would love to bake pastries, cakes, cookies and etc. with you since that’s you two’s way of bonding and having fun together. You two would love to throw flour at each other, chase each other and make a mess of the kitchen. It would just be an overall fun time.

C - cuddles! Cuddles for daysssss. I feel like once she is home from the studio or tour, she would climb in your lap and just smother you with cuddles. Or it could go the other way around, you get home from work and you just want to be close to her, so you just crawl into her lap and you instantly feel safe in her arms.

D - Dancing around the apartment would be another favorite past times for the two of you. It would lead to a lot of laughs and goofing off with the upbeat songs but when a slow song comes on, you two would just hold each other and sway to the beat with many kisses to follow.

E - I think you two would love to experience new things together, like food, activities, roller coasters, etc. Trying new foods would be hilarious because you both would countdown when to both take a bite and then it would be disgusting. You two’s faces would be so funny and cute and that would be part of the fun because y’all just love doing anything together.

F - It would take a lot for you and Ariana to fight about something. Very rarely y’all would fight but when you do it’s big and a lot of crying would happen but in the end you two would forgive each other and talk it out normally. After that would lead to snuggles and movie night.

G - Ariana and you love to give each other gifts even though it’s not a holiday or anything specific. Ariana would most likely shower you with diamonds and cute dresses as you would get her flowers and make cute diy things. I feel like she loves homemade things more than she does material, but she always wants to go out and buy you anything sparkly and shiny. You two are also grateful for each other whenever the other receives a gift.

H - Honesty is a big thing for Ariana and you. You two love having deep and honest conversations with each other at 1 a.m. Those are the times were y’all just need to get things off your chest and how you’re both feeling. This would be therapeutic for both of you and it would strengthen your bond even more.

I - You are the main inspiration for her music and that makes you all warm and fuzzy inside. It makes you happy hearing all the lovey dovey songs about you and it inspires you to make things that remind you of her. It always makes her smile when she sees you painting/writing/drawing something that is related to her. It gives her a stomach full of butterflies.

J - Ariana gets jealous and will hold it in until she is able to talk to you about it in a safe space and not around a lot of people. You would do the same since you don’t like causing a scene in front of strangers. It wouldn’t be over anything small usually but if someone was being too close to you or her then y’all would step in and pull each other close. In the end you two would kiss it better and continue on with your day/evening/night.

K - Kissing Ari in your eyes is like heaven. She has the softest lips and is a very good kisser. She blushes every time you two kiss and you think it’s the cutest thing ever when she does. You more and likely blush too but you think it’s cuter on her than yourself.

L - Ariana was shy at first about confessing her love for you but she sucked it up one day and told you how she loved everything about you and that she has always felt that way towards you. She continues on and mentions the first time you two went to Disneyland together and how she knew she had fallen in love with you on that day.

M - She’s all for marriage and so are you! You two love the thought of spending the rest of your lives together and adopting cute little babies. Maybe here soon, one of you will propose!

N - You both love giving each other cute nicknames and your nickname in her phone is “wifey” with a kissy face emoji along with a ring and her nickname in your phone is “babygirl” followed with a heart eye emoji. She loves coming up with new and cute pet names to call you and you love them to no end. Gives you butterflies.

O - When the two of you are on cloud nine, everyone can tell. Ariana tends to look at you like you are the best thing that has ever stepped on this earth and she tends to kiss you more often when she is. Her mom always teases her when she won’t leave you alone with kisses but she just can’t help herself when she’s around you.

P - You both love PDA. You two are always showing some kind of affection whether it be holding hands, kissing, and snuggling/leaning against each other while shopping. You two do it all the time and you don’t care about what anyone thinks of you and Ariana.

Q - Ariana’s quirks are that she loves talking in an Italian accent at the most random times just to make you laugh. She likes to lay out a warm towel for you before you get out of the shower. She doesn’t want you to be cold when you come out of the shower. Which you find very cute and adorable.

R - Ariana LOVES to be romantic. So at any chance she can get she will lay roses out from your dining room table leading to the bedroom and having candles light up the room and well we all know where that goes to lol she also loves to spoil you on Valentine’s day because she thinks you deserve it but it’s always valentine’s day in the grande household.

S - She is super supportive of you and as you are with her. You two make sure that the other is okay and when something bad or traumatic happens, you two are always there for each other, no matter what place or what time.

T - Usually you both love a routine but sometimes you both want to try out new things as said in letter E. You love trying new scary roller coasters and holding onto each other as you go through the ride. When it’s done, both of you want to instantly get back on. The thrill of the ride is so much fun for the both of you two.

U - Ariana can be very understanding at some points and then other times you would have to explain why you’re upset or the way you’re feeling. Usually when you do explain it she is understanding and helps comfort you on whatever the situation is.

V - She values her relationship with you so much that she puts you high on her priority list. If something is wrong, she will do everything in her power to make it right again. She loves seeing you smile so she will always try to make you happy and you are her number 1 besides her family but you understand that because well...family.

W - She loves when you cook a nice dinner for her for when she comes home from tour. She loves how you put so much effort and time into it just for her and you. Sometimes you make a big feast for all your friends and family and thats another cute thing she loves about you.

X - xoxo As previously discussed in C, she loves cuddles and loves showing you love in any form she can. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks of the two of you and she makes that very clear to others who might give you two a dirty glare or look. She’ll kiss you right in front of them just to piss them off or make them uncomfortable.

Y - When she yearns for you while you’re at work is when she gets one of your sweaters or your pillow, and just holds onto it until you get home. She’ll send you sweet messages on how she misses you while she is on tour and can’t be beside you every night but you make sure to face time her everyday so she doesn’t get too sad while she’s away.

Z - She will go many great lengths for you and your relationship and so do you. You both love each other dearly and would do anything for another. Ari is the type to put everything into a relationship once she knows it’s serious and that she loves the person so she would literally do anything for the person she loves, no matter what it is.

#ariana grande #ariana grande fluff #ariana grande x reader #ariana grande butera #ariana grande aesthetic #a to z fluff #music #ariana grande edit #Bee Writes #wlw #tried to make it semi gender neutral

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comphersjost · 4 years

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for the smut night!! orgasm denial w rafe pls🥰❤️

holy shit okay tw for drugs smut spanking orgasm denial the usual, slight slut shaming/degradation dirty talk?

the first time it happens it’s at a party. you’d gone with your friends and some other pogues to crash a kelce’s birthday party. his parents were out of town for the next month so his birthday marked first of many parties to crash.

you know crashing kelce’s party means you’ll see rafe, and you knew just how to push his buttons.

the moment you and the pogues go to the party, you scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar trio. you find them when you shove your way to the backyard. keeping your eyes trained on topper’s frosted tips, you manage to weave your way through the people in the backyard until you reach him.

“hello boys,” you say, grinning when topper rolls his eyes at you.

“you just can’t help yourself from crashing our shit can you, pogue?” topper retorts, but there’s not venom behind his words. they’d never admit it, but the three kings of figure eight had grown fond of you.

you can’t help but notice when rafe barely spares you a glance, too caught up in doing another line of coke with the blonde beside him. you bite back a smirk, turning your attention to kelce, who’s sitting beside where you’re standing, his eyes already trained on you.

you smile sweetly at kelce, running your fingertips over his broad shoulders. “happy birthday kelcey,” you lean down to say softly to him. his hand comes up to wrap around the back of your thigh. “save me a dance, birthday boy, okay? i need a drink.”

you don’t spare rafe a glance when you turned to leave, hips swaying. you didn’t see him glare at your back, turning to kelce. kelce laughs at rafe, teasing him for his jealousy.

rafe growls and stands abruptly, storming away from the table as kelce and topper laugh about how he’s ‘pussy-whipped’.

rafe, however, is seeing red. it’s in his head. over and over and over and over. you dragging your hands all over kelce. kelce squeezing your thigh. the way you bit your lip looking at him. your seductive voice when you told him to save you a dance.

he was angry. you were his.

he finds you with jj, his arms wrapped around you from behind and swaying to the music with you ask you downed a red solo cup full of something you didn’t know. you let out a whoop as you finish, holding the empty cup above your head.

“y/n.”

the gruff voice is enough to make you squirm out of jj’s arms and turn around, wide eyed, to look at rafe.

“that didn’t take as long as i thought it would,” you blink at him confusedly. you turn to jj and your friends. “well, gotta go guys, daddy’s calling.” you salute them with two fingers as you follow rafe, ignoring the groans of protest and sarah and pope making gagging noises.

you grin playfully as you follow rafe into a bedroom on the second floor. your face falls when rafe slams the door, locks it, and turns to you. you see his face, he’s angry.

rafe dick strains against his shorts when he sees the twinge of fear in your eyes.

“you think that’s funny?” he says lowly. “you like touching on kelce? you like doing that then letting jj touch on you too? i bet you like all the attention, slut.”

you whimper are his words, knees weak from how much you want him.

“rafe, please, it’s not like that-”

“shut up.” you fall silent, staring at rafe with wide eyes. you become pliable when rafe comes closer to you, moving you around and stripping you of your clothes. once you’re naked his hand wraps around your throat, pushing you back until you fall onto your back on the bed.

“you’re mine, do you understand?” rafe says, voice unusually quiet, but still quivering in anger. “i own you, i own this pussy.” he pairs his words with two fingers sliding into your cunt.

you cry out at the intrusion, squirming until rafe pins you down with his forearm across your stomach. his tongue is on your cunt before you can process anything and you’re thrown back into euphoria.

rafe’s pace is unforgiving, fucking two, then three fingers into you while using his mouth to play with your clit. his fingers curl inside you again, making you scream while he growls at you not to cum.

“rafe, please,” you sob, one hand clutching the sheets and the other pulling his hair. “please, fuck i’m sorry, i’m yours, i swear i learned my lesson, daddy, please.”

“don’t you dare fucking cum, y/n,” rafe says sharply, ceasing all contact with your body. causing you to whine in protest. “i swear to god if you cum i’m going to make sure your ass is black and blue do you understand me, slut?”

you wiggle your hips, pouting childishly, but rafe isn’t in the mood for games. you don’t realize it happens until there’s a sharp smack and a stinging sensation on your pussy. the moan you let out is involuntary, but it puts a smirk on rafe’s lips.

“bad girls don’t get to cum, babygirl,” rafe whispers against your cunt, head lowering further and further. “let’s see how many times i can deny you before you break.”

#whoops #im absolutely BLASTED #this took way longer than jt shouldve #lol #rafe cameron #smut #imagine #angst #tw drugs #tw cocaine #obx #outer banks #blurb night #*concepts #maddie <3

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devil-dxrling · 4 years

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Unadulterated JoJo Smut

Pairing(s): Kira x Reader, Dio x Reader, Jonathan x Reader, Kakyoin x Reader x Jotaro

Warnings: Anal, age gap, threesome, balcony sex, shower sex, public sex, double-penetration, stand sex, oral, cock-warming, and many more I can’t remember.

Word count: 3867

Summary: It’s c o m p l i c a t e d.

Here is the story. The wildest night of my life. It was a quiet night with Kira and I was begging him to let me go to a friend’s house. He got pretty jealous because we both knew the house I wanted to go to. All of my friends were going to be there! I thought it was going to be left at that. He would just get mad and I would sneak out. But no, I had to find myself slammed onto the nearest wall and left to nobody’s mercy.

He spent no time on me whatsoever, getting straight to the point. I hadn’t listened to him, and it was my fault I was being punished. His lips briefly bruised mine as they went down my neck and collarbone, down my chest and close to my-... My thoughts were cut off by a moan. Was that mine? He pulled me by the neck and slammed me down onto his bed, grabbing my hands. Normally he would kiss them, be soft with them; I must have hit a nerve. They were pinned down above my head and I struggled to free myself. It was to no avail. It just made him push down harder. I could feel my circulation cutting off. My stand came up in an attempt to protect me, but was instantly scared away as I saw Killer Queen lurk behind him. I thought Killer Queen would just go away, but it stayed there watching. My clothes were gone before I could react, my attention was on that stand, it scared me. Quickly, he flipped me over on all fours. I was beginning to feel fear. What was he going to do to me? Was it going to hurt? What was-... I was once again cut off by a pain in my backside. I didn’t know what to think of it at first. Out came a barrage of moans and screams in pleasure and agony. Then, out of my mouth came something I never thought I would say in a million years.

‘Kira-san, blow me up baby! Fuck me in the ass and call me your wife! Kira! Oh my god! Blow me up, baby, blow me up.’

My moans echoed through the halls of his empty villa. With a final, deep, sexy, groan, he emptied his explosive cum into my pulsing pussy. It burned through me as I plopped down onto the bed, next to him.

‘So, Kira-san, can I go to Dio’s afterparty?’

He smirked and leaned in for a kiss, ‘Go enjoy yourself baby.’

I quickly dressed back up and jumped into a car. It would be a 30 minute drive to Dio’s castle. I was going for a dinner date with him, some of his friends, and mine. Pucci wasn’t coming, he had work to do in the west and was away. As soon as I got there, I saw Dio outside, staring at the moon. I joined him, sitting next to him. ‘Hello Dio. How have you been?’

‘Good, what about you?’ His deep voice bore through my soul and sent shivers running down my spine.

I smiled and looked at his eyes, then his lips, then they trailed down to his perfectly sculpted abs. Shit, he was hot. I think he read my mind. He walked towards me, towering over me. We were in public, the thought of getting caught made me shake. I was wearing a simple black shirt and skirt, but my shirt wasn't tucked in because I had to leave as soon as I got out of that situation with Kira. His hand went to my waist and proceeded to slip under my shirt. I was bra-less. His hand kept gliding over my bare skin, it was ice-cold and I felt like I was being frozen. He moved me to the wall I was sitting on earlier for support. He knelt down, his hand still up my shirt, groping my left breast. His right hand guided my knee over his shoulder. I knew where this was going…

Me and Dio were always really good friends. At times, too good. We kissed when normal friends didn’t, we had Netflix and Chill at my parents house from time to time, I was 18, he was… Very old. We were VERY good friends. I looked down at him and yanked his hair a little, making me giggle but he came back at me and bit my thigh. I knew he was a vampire, but he didn’t bite to cause me pain - he was playful around me. Normally, he didn’t draw blood. A moan passed my lips as I tried to clench my legs together. Dio didn’t let that happen, he forcefully spread them back up and dove in. I don’t think I will ever have feelings for him in ‘that’ way, but damn, his tongue is that of gods.

‘Dio, fuck, don’t stop.’

‘Why shouldn’t I stop?’ No answer came to his question. I was about to cum, I felt it as I started to vibrate lightly. Just before I peaked, he stopped and got up. Fucking dick edged me. He leaned into my ear, left hand sliding down to massage my aching clit, he whispered, ‘Answer my question.’

‘Please. Just do it.’

‘Do what?’

‘Fuck me daddy!’

He finally got it out of me, the words he had been waiting to hear all night. Out of nowhere, a carriage pulled with a karen-looking chick coming out of it. Her sorrowful boyfriend trailing behind her. Dio grabbed me as we hid behind a thick bush. We heard the woman talk, her voice was high-pitched and nasely, ‘Oh my goodness, honey come look at these beautiful flowers!’

The flowers were right next to us. We would have gone unscaved, but of course Dio moved his hands to where they didn’t belong. ‘Fuck you,’ I muttered to him as I felt his hand play with my soaking pussy. He let out a low, quiet chuckle and continued to relentlessly toy with me, bring my lips to his and kissing me on my sweetspots. ‘Did you have some trouble with Kira?’ I guess he saw the hickeys and other shit that merciless bitch had left on my body. I slowly nodded my head but was taken out of my trance and I felt something behind me. Did they find us? No, they didn’t. It was just The World sitting behind me, enjoying the view. I wanted to play with my luck and shifted in the grass a bit, in a way to cause Dio mild discomfort. The thing was that I didn’t get very far. The World viciously grabbed my hair and brought his face up to mine. ‘If you think I’m kissing a piece of metal, you can shove your beliefs right up your posh, British ass.’

As soon as those two idiots were gone, I hauled myself up and grabbed Dio by his perfect, sharp, blonde hair. I yanked him into a heated kiss and told him to us The World and to take us somewhere more private. His definition of private is obviously his bedroom’s balcony, one of THE most spottable places to find someone piping a bitch.

I was rapidly spun around and pinned to the balcony railing. The shock of me possibly falling off the balcony hit me as scream ruptured the night air. Luckily, I come to remember that he does actually care about me. In fact, he cared about me enough to spin us around, so he was leaning on the stone railing. I knew the railing was strong enough to hold about 10-12 people since there was this one time when I was hanging on on his balcony with some of my friends, but it still scared me a bit. Dio looked at me with a glint in his eyes, ‘It’ll be okay, we won’t fall.’ I leaned into his touch as his arms slid around me, it was a frozen embrace. I had almost fully come down from my high unfortunately, but I knew he hadn’t forgotten what just happened. I was waiting for him to make the first move. As I stood there, hugging him in silence, I suddenly realised something that made my cheeks go beet red. ‘Shit,’ I whispered under my breath and looked up to meet Dio’s eyes. ‘What is it?’ he asked. I let out an embarrassed giggle and looked back down, slightly ashamed. ‘Just tell me already, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.’ I let out a sigh, who was I to even think of trying to hide this?

‘Dio, baby, I… I’m… I’m kinda soaked.’ I thought he would just laugh at me, no get all up in my grill! I felt one of his hands trailing down the small of my back and under my skirt. He lifted up my underwear and let out a low laugh. Was it really that bad? ‘My goodness babygirl, you’re dripping.’ ‘For you, I guess.’ The ‘I guess’ at the end was supposed to come out as sarcasm, but I wasn’t sure if he understood. He muttered the word ‘jump’ as he was unbuttoning his pants. He normally dressed pretty casual around me, but this time it was supposed to be an event, so he wore a black suit. His blazer was long gone before we got the balcony and his dress shirt was half undone. Soon as his dick was out of it’s confines, it plunged into me. He gave me a second to adjust and wrap my legs around his waist before he began to pound my pussy with his thick cock. Moans erupted from my throat and I had to hold myself back from screaming, the place around us had some good echo. It was just about time to see if he would let me cum.

‘Please Dio. Senpai let me cum, please!’

‘Well, since you asked so nicely, I’ll allow it.’

‘Ah, ah, AH, DIO, my God, fill me up baby.’

We both came at the same time as we held each other. Carefully, he got off of the railing and carried me over to his shower. After gently undressing me, he steadily put me down and I tried to walk over to the shower. Key word ‘tried’. Instead of me letting me flail around on the floor, he just did the extra work for me and helped me. I could feel the lukewarm water fall over my bare skin and him behind me. It was funny how he was one of the most caring friends I had. He was always there for me. And obviously so was his stand. I felt soap being rubbed over my skin as I slowly opened my eyes. But it didn’t make any sense since Dio’s hands were around my waist. Had he just grown a new pair of arms or something? Well, no not really. It was just The World, casually washing me off like it was an everyday thing that I would be with my best friend in the shower at midnight after 2 rounds of mouth-watering sex. Yeah, normal every day. I felt that now was the time to bask in the brilliance of stands and how useful they could actually be. It wasn’t going to matter anyways since I could feel The World trying to stall from washing me any lower than my waist, so I tried to comfort him. Dio let go of me as I moved towards The World, bringing my arms around his neck, pulling him into what he probably thought was going to just be a hug. My right knee slowly drifted up the stand’s chilling, metal-like leg and to his crotch. Anything that stand would feel, Dio would feel too. The stand just froze in place for a second, as if it was shy, which I didn’t really understand - Dio was one of the most, if not THE most, outspoken person I know.

I heard a smack and I felt a sting behind me. My head snapped around to look at Dio who stood there smirking, ‘Dirty little whore aren’t you? Using my own stand against me? Where is our darling Copycat Killer? Hm?’ At the sound of her name, she came out. A humanoid stand that was definitely more beautiful and more confident than me.

Copycat Killer, or CK as I called her, carried herself with arrogance and dominance. But that wouldn’t matter when I was around Dio. He grabbed CK by the neck and threw her to the other side of the shower. So that’s how he wanted to play it. Before looking back to The World, I looked at my stand one last time. They were already on their knees, mouth and eyes watering, choking on Dio’s dick - great. And the only bad part was that I could feel myself gagging because it was my stand’s mouth taking him. Luckily, I came up with a plan in the moment. For me to not feel like I’m about vomit, I had to distract him enough so he wouldn’t be concentrating on fucking my brains out. And I knew just how to do that! He always had pretty sensitive abs. Slowly, I started to kneel and drag my hands sensually down the stand’s chest. Wow, this was actually happening. I began to kiss the stand’s abdomen and caress him in all of the places I knew Dio was vulnerable. I even licked up his v-line, which I could tell either pissed him off, or got him harder because it didn’t take long before he emptied out into my stand’s throat. I guess it was my turn to be yanked by the hair…

After that whole ordeal was over, I got dressed and we went downstairs to the actual party. Since I wasn’t really dressed for the part, I was just going to see who was there, say hello, and be on my way. I had called Jonathan to send me a cab to his place since he was only about 10 minutes away from this place. I waved to some of my friends and walked towards the door when I saw two very close friends of mine, Giorno Giovanna and Bruno Buccaratti. I told Dio to wait for me outside and I went to greet them. Bruno was the first to talk between the two. ‘Ciao, bella,’ he said in his milky Italian accent as Giorno followed up with an underwhelming, ‘Cioa.’ I kissed them on both cheeks and told them it was great to finally see them. I also told them to save me a seat to Italy when they left again, to which they both laughed and nodded. Still don’t know if it was a yes or no. As I got to Dio’s side, he straight up burned me, ‘Straight from one dick to two more huh?’

‘Are you just jealous ‘cause he’s your kid?’

‘No, he’s 18 now, he can do what he wants to. I don’t care anymore.’

‘Sure. Anyways, the cabs here. I’m going to head off. Thanks for tonight, I love spending time with you. Now, go and enjoy yourself, you’ve almost missed your whole party!’ He laughed and gave me one final kiss on the cheek before leaving me to go off to Jonathan’s house. Once I got into the cab, I realised that maybe he wasn’t wrong.

Once the cab pulled up outside I got out and sent him a text. ‘Did you pay the driver?’ He responded with a ‘Yes.’ Then, I sent the second question on my mind, ‘Where do I find you?’ His house was a bit smaller that Dio’s, but I knew my way around Dio’s castle better than his house because I had been there so many times. I knew the basics of Jonathan’s house.

The main living area, the dining room, the garden, the kitchen, a few bathrooms, a guest bedroom, the library, his study, and his bedroom. ‘My study,’ was the reply he sent, short and sweet - like him, if you exclude the short part. He had a similar physique to Dio but Dio was taller. He was the sweetest person I knew and I could always rely on him. He was a very brotherly figure. But, if I’m being honest, I have thought of him as a sort of ‘step-brother’ from time to time (if you catch my drift).

I continued to walk through the mansion, the door was left open for me and so I let myself in. Finding my way to his study, I looked at his décor. I found something new every time I was there. I saw him sitting at his desk reading a book. I walked towards him. We smiled at each other and I saw something that caught my eye. A book. I walked towards it but managed to trip over a pile of books in the shadows that I didn’t see before. Jonathan moved his desk light to where he heard the thud of me tripping. No words fell from his lips. Shit, my skirt! I got up without saying anything, a blush spread over my face, tinting it. We stared at each other for a moment when I saw his bulging boner. ‘You want help with that?’ I knew it was a taboo thing to ask of, but hey, my night was already crazy as hell! He got really flustered and started to heat up. ‘Yes or no?’ Embarrassed, he nodded his head. I took the book and set it down on the desk. Gracefully, I straddled his lap and began to unbutton his trousers, now tight around his hard.

I slipped off his boxers just enough for his dick to spring out. Before going any further, I looked back up at him for consent. He nodded, flustered. Before slipping him into me, I gave him one stroke up the thick vein on the back of his cock, it worked for, like, everyone. I was sure it would, and it did. Swiftly, I took him. Not all at once though. He was very girthy, so I had to take my time adjusting. My arm swung around to the table, grabbing his book, and giving it to him. ‘Read, I’ll stay here.’ The only way he would be able to calm down was if his nose was in a book. Every now and then, when he would get very into the book, I would grind on him and take him in deeper. Sometimes my fingers traced his jawline, sometimes his clothed biceps. It felt warm, leaning on his soft shoulder, padded by the layers of clothing he would normally wear. That night, he cummed about 3 times. All I had to do was cause his dick a bit of discomfort. Luckily, I was constantly on birth control since I knew an accident would cause problems with the numerous people I can fuck in one night. Every time I would nearly fall asleep, something would happen, but the last time, nothing happened, and I fell asleep. How did I fall asleep with a dick shoved up me? Please don’t ask.

In the morning, I woke up in the guest room that I was oh-so familiar with, not even his bed. There was a note on the nightstand,

“My dear angel, I let you sleep in the guest bedroom for your own privacy, and so I also wouldn’t have to wake you up when I left for work. You will find everything you need in the bathroom, including your clothes, which have been washed. It was lovely to see you.

Sincerely, JoJo.”

What a gentleman. I got ready, had a shower, washed my face, took a pregnancy test (you can never be too sure), and got out of there. I said goodbye to the other residents there and got into the cab that was probably called for me.

That’s when I checked my phone. I was spammed by Kakyoin and Jotaro because I should have had breakfast with them this morning, it’s already 10 in the morning so it’s a bit late for that. They probably thought I was dead. As soon as I got home, I went to Holly’s house and asked her where the boys were. ‘In Jotaro’s bedroom dearie, they’re playing video games!’ Of fucking course they are. They’re friend could have possibly been kidnapped, but they’re playing video games. When I got up to Jotaro’s room, I didn’t bother knocking, and just walked in. Jotaro saw me and rolled his eyes, but Kakyoin jumped to me and started flooding me with questions.

‘Are you okay?’

‘Is this your clone?’

‘Are you really here?’

‘What happened last night?’

‘She probably got piped one too many times,’ of course it was Jotaro to spoil the minute.

‘Actually, to correct, it was only, like, 3 people.’

Their jaws dropped after I said that. Then Kakyoin went into Sherlock mode:

‘Okay, so obviously Kira because you were at his house, which makes me want to vomit because of your age gap, but if that makes me vomit then I might pass out because I’m guessing you’ve also fucked our immortal nemesis. Who would be the third?’

Wow, how the fuck did he get that all? ‘How did you know about Dio’s party?’ Then Jotaro spoke facts, ‘Dumb bitch, everyone knew about it. We have the same friends.’ They kept going on, and on, and on about it for what felt like hours until they asked me who the third person was. ‘Just a humble Jonathan Joestar.’ Once again, their jaws dropped. ‘How did that actually happen?’ To be fair, Kakyoin had the right to ask. ‘Well, my dear cherry, I just so happened to trip over a pit of books and land face-down, ass-up.’

‘Of course you did,’ they both said in unison. Their faces only spoke trouble.

‘So when do we get our turn?’ I don’t even remember who said it, probably the cherry. I was still in a daze from what happened and my friends just asked me to fuck them. This wasn’t going to end well.

Jotaro shut off the console and put the remotes back as Kakyoin summoned his stand. What was he going to go with that? Hierophant Green pinned me down by my ankles and Star Platinum grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. They all stared at me like hungry, rabid animals.

Star Platinum tantalisingly removed his loincloth to reveal one of the girthiest dicks I had ever seen, maybe even thicker than Jonathan’s. It was in my mouth before I could react. Then Jotaro slammed his cock up my ass, and Kakyoin slipped into my soaking pussy. It went on like that for almost half an hour. My eyes were watering and every part of my body was sore as hell. Finally, they let me go and have a shower and get dressed. I said goodbye to them and headed off, back to my parents house. On the walk, my limp reminded me of one last, crucial thing.

‘Shit I promised my friend I’d train with them tomorrow.’

#jjba #kira #dio #jonathan #kakyoin #jotaro #xreader #smut

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years

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What about destroyer!chris as bike gang leader and shy!quiet!reader relationship? Like reader work at new coffee shop nearby destroyer!chris gang club

OKAY SO I LOVE THIS!?

Mkay so you own a cozy, little coffee shop in town

However, right next to it the den of a notorious bike gang

It’s just an old house where they all gather and drink and plot against their enemies and party; loud

They’re not major trouble though, you had heard that they even keep the people safe from gangs from other towns

Yeah they often got in trouble with the local cops, but you heard that they never spent more that one night in jail

They were equally corrupted, ruthless and loud as any other gangs

Very loud

You heard that they dealt with weapons, and drugs

But you had no other choice; until you were eligible to join your family business, you had to find a means to make money

The guys would come into your shop often

Sometimes for breakfast

Or a quick bite to eat in the after noon

Coffees, lots of coffees

They made small talks here and there, and being the shy person you were, you never gave them anything more than polite smiles

Then one day, you met a pair of deep blue eyes

His name was Chris, you soon found out

A lot of the guys called him ‘boss’ so you figured he was sort of a leader

He flirted with you sometimes

But you never encouraged it

You kept your distance

Until one day, when you were almost robbed

It was past closing time, and you were cleaning up before going home and two men barged in with guns in their hands and asking you to hand over all your money

It honestly felt like a movie

You were shaking and trembling and you were about to do just as they asked but a group of people entered your shop right behind them

Chris’ gang

Long story short, they saved the day and chased the two men out

You heard the roar of their engines while your heart beats went crazy

Chris stayed, and it was just him and you in your shop

You were on the verge of crying but he pulled you into his arms before you could

“It’s alright doll, you’re safe now. They were just useless pricks from the rival gang. It’s nothing my guys can’t handle.”

He hugged you for a long while; just the two of you in the middle of your coffee shop, with very little light.

After that night, a lot changed.

Chris visited you often, making sure you were safe even though he was always next doors.

You were easily flustered by him intimidating demeanor at first, but that changed soon

You got more and more familiar with his guys and turns out, they could be fun sometimes even though they chased away some of your customers when they got too loud and intimidating

Chris and you developed a close bond soon enough

You weren’t a couple, but you weren’t ‘just friends’ either

You’d often sneak in an extra blueberry muffin in his bag when he came by

He’d often steal a kiss or two when he stopped by your shop

But nothing was ever official

One thing is for certain though, he’d got crazy whenever he saw another man flirting with you

You could see the green flames of jealousy in his eyes from behind the counter as you giggled at something one of your customer said

He’d pretend not to care but he’d confront you about it later

He’d wait for when you closed down, so he could shamelessly walk in like he owned the place

He’d lean in close to you and gently press himself into you; trapping you between the counter and his large frame.

“You were getting really cozy to the guy with funny hair from earlier, huh? But remember one thing doll, you’re mine,”

And he’d kiss you until you were breathless and very, very wet

Then he’d leave like it was nothing; your mind a foggy mess just from one kiss

Sometimes you wouldn’t see him for a whole day

Then he’d come by your house to see you in the late evening

You’d hear the loud roar of his bike and you’d rush outside

Only he’d be wounded; bruises and a busted, bleeding lip and maybe a small cut on his cheek

“Hey doll, I missed you,”

And you’d immediately drop everything you’re doing and you’d go find the first aid box you always kept just in case

You’d drag him inside and clean his wounds

Then one thing would lead to another and you’d find yourself naked in bed with him

He’d have your hands pinned above your head as he’d slowly push into you; making you whine and whimper and blush under him

He’d groan at how tight you were and just how well you took him

And he’d even tell you and make you blush even more

He’d have you coming undone around his cock over and over again

“You’re such a good girl to me”

Many night were spent this way before he finally asked you out

He asked you out while the two of you were out and about, riding on his bike around the city in the dark of the night

You had your hands wrapped around his muscular torso as he sped down a lonely road.

“Chris! Slow down, you’re gonna get us killed!” you yelled, giggling all while loving the thrill of the speed

“Tell me you love me first”

You laughed, and when you didn’t answer, he sped up more

“What are you doing, you lunatic?” you yelled

“Tell me you love me and you’ll go out with me and then i’ll slow down” he yelled back, making your heart pound in fear and making you laugh at the same time

“Jesus! This is blackmailing Chris! Okay fine, I love you! And I will go out with you!” you yelled back, tightening your grip around his torso

And just as promised, he slowed down

Then finally stopped at some spot from where you could see all the light from all over the town

It was beautiful, like a sea of shiny little fairy lights

“It’s beautiful” you commented, looking over at the lights

Chris grabbed your arm and pulled you into him

“I love you. And you’re only mine, you get that?”

He’d be your strong man

He’d be ready to hurt any man who even dared to look at you

To others he was ruthless, and cruel and violent

But only you saw his softer side

You were still rather shy around the others but around him, you were free and open

Chris would be the type to bring you flowers each Sunday morning

He’d even put it in your vase each time

It was both funny and adorable seeing such a tough man walking up to your front door with flowers in his hand

He was caring, and kind and he could be gentle sometimes

He had a big heart and falling for him was the easiest thing ever

You hung out at the den sometimes

His guys were actually funnier than you thought

And being his girl just gave you this weird boost of power

He always had his arm around you just in case

He made you sit in his lap a lot

He’d spoil you, a lot

To a point where you started becoming quite a brat from all the undivided attention

And you liked testing his patience every once in a while

And he’d get annoyed often

He’d grab you by the throat and push you against the wall to show you that he’s had enough of your antics

“You’ve been acting up all morning babygirl, and I’ve had just about enough. Now behave before I fuck some sense into you, alright?”

But you’d never behave, and he knew it

He knew that you desperately wanted him to indeed fuck some sense into you

And that’s what he did

He’d bend you over the closest furniture he could find and he’d pound into you from behind while pulling on your hair

“You never fucking learn, do you?”

You’d whine for him as you came all over his cock

And he’d take you again

And again

You knew no matter how out of hand you got, he’d always put up with you.

#Destroyer!Chris #destroyer!chris x reader #Destroyer!Chris x You #destroyer chris au #sebastian au #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan headcanons #destroyer! chris headcanon #sebastian stan au #sebastian stan imagine #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky smut #Marvel AU #marvel smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader smut

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finleyjayne · 4 years

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EXTRA

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hey guys, I know y’all don’t know me but I’m going to be trying to post some of my fan-fiction. It’s both exciting and scary, please reblog, share. I’m going to be trying to write a little blurb every day for the month of April. If you have any requests please send them my way and I’ll try my best. Thank you in advance. If you want to follow me for ONLY writings my writing blog is @finleyjaynewriting.

Warnings: Angst, Panic Attack, Self-deprecating thoughts

Summary: You are a part of the Avengers family but it’s sometimes hard to keep yourself from falling into bad habits that you thought you kicked when an essay question from your last college English class causes you to backslide. It’s a good thing your boyfriend Bucky is there to rally the troops and remind you that you are loved, even when you decide to run around the tower in a cape.

picture credit goes to: Marwan & Khaled Couture Fall/Winter 2019

Originally blogged by @fashion-runways

You had been sitting here, staring at your outline notes, grading rubric, and notebook for over an hour. And you still hadn't a scrap of what to write. The list of adjectives on the page getting fuzzier as you tried to decide whether or not they fit you. Or if they were something that your friends, team-members, or family would use to describe you.

If there was one word to describe you, you'd like to think that it was intelligent. But seeing as you live in a tower with not one but two geniuses and three supersoldiers who have heightened cognitive functions, it was terrifying how stupid you feel on the daily. Even with your triple-majored ass, you were on the lower end of intelligence.

Okay, so the people around you wouldn't call you the smart one in the group. What about determined. I mean, it takes a substantial amount of determination to get three master's degrees at the same time in five years. Tapping your pen against your chin as you think, you shake your head. Yeah, no, not when compared to Mr. I-can-do-this-all-day.

Sam is the compassionate and supportive one.

Natasha is independent and fearless.

Bucky is strong and loyal.

Bruce is sweet and patient.

Wanda is attentive and courageous.

Tony is eccentric and a genius.

Steve is gentle and determined.

Clint is funny and hardworking (even if he tries to play it off).

Gods, this assignment is going to be the downfall of my perfect 4.0 GPA. You think to yourself, slamming your head onto your notebooks. Why did you have to take English? None of your majors were English oriented. Music, Engineering, and Chemistry. No English, no need to know how to write a complete sentence. No need to write 2 pages on what your friends consider you using one word. You should know, you've made it 97% of the way through all three majors without taking a single English class. The most writing I had to do was my dissertations, which had nothing to do with this useless "self-expression piece." The prompt doesn't even make sense! Write 1000+ words on a single word. How is that logically not just busy-work?

Just as your eyes and sinuses start filling with the feeling of hopelessness, Bucky comes waltzing into the tower's library with his book of the week.

"Heya dollface. Taking a nap?" He calls, the chuckle entwining into his voice in that perfect way it does.

And that's all it takes for your body to unleash the body-shaking sobs. The soulful wail that tore through your chest and out your trembling lips was nothing like you'd ever let anyone see. Especially not your team. You were already the weak one. You didn't need them to think anything less, but after comparing yourself to them for the last two and a half hours, you couldn't keep your self-deprecation locked in its cage anymore.

Seeing you this way was terrifying for Bucky. He had never seen you cry anywhere besides on stage. Not when you had been on the Mission from Hell. Not when you were hormonal, and Clint stole your heating stuffy. Not even when you were grieving the loss of your ex-girlfriend. So now having your usually bubbly, determined, happy-go-lucky self in a full breakdown was new territory for him.

"Woah," he said, eyes widening as he stared. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, doll. If anybody deserves a nap, it's you." He comforted as he took giant steps to your chair. Lifting you effortlessly and positioning you into the cradle of his arms as he took a seat in the large Papasan chair to the side of your chosen workspace. Holding you in a tight embrace like you did when he was having a hard time with his anxiety.

He focused on breathing evenly and keeping his heartbeat in check, knowing that if he didn't stay calm, the situation would escalate into something worse. Shushing you and rocking you as he observed the table for anything that could give away why you were crying. Bucky knew better than most about your anxiety and depression. He had asked you once how you knew so much about helping him during one of your many cuddle sessions. You had just said that you were working from your own encounters before you changed the subject.

Though he didn't know everything, Bucky did try to help you as much as he could, especially as your friendship turned into something more. Still, he couldn't see anything that would cause you to become this upset. Usually, you would complain about your English assignments as you hyper-focused on them. Giving up on figuring it himself, he turned back to his distraught girlfriend, who was fighting to control her emotions in his arms.

"Babygirl, can you match your breaths to mine? Come on. Breathe in, hold, breathe out." He whispered, holding her tighter to him as she shakily followed him through the exercise a few more times. "Good, now what has my BAMF girlfriend distressed. Who do I need to take care of?"

You could feel the seriousness in his voice before you could see him through your tears. "Nobody, it's not a big deal. Just a stupid essay for English."

"Don't give me that shit, Y/F/N Y/L/N." Bucky cuts off your excuses sternly. "You rarely cry, which, no matter how much you fight it, is unhealthy." Before you could even open your mouth to argue, he had a gentle, calloused finger on your lips. "Not going to remonstrate this. You are clearly upset, you are not okay, and that is okay. I just want to know why so I can help you more fully." He says, lifting his finger from your lips to tuck a few strands of your hair from your face.

Sighing, you look down. "It's just this essay, I have to write about one word that my friends use to describe me. I ended up spiraling while trying to find a word that would be mine when all the ones I usually consider myself are more aptly displayed by somebody else. Honestly, I don't know why you keep me around. I'm pretty average." you admit, curling in on yourself as your tears gather again.

"Hey, none of that printsessa." He scolded you softly. "You are important to us. You are smart, fun, and inspirational. You are the reason we aren't at each other's throats. You are the instigator of too many of our team-building exercises. You single-handedly instigated the reconciliation between Steve and Tony." He started, giving you a smirk as you begin to scrunch your nose up. Tears were forgotten.

You really didn't like it when he made sense when you were upset. It made feeling bad really hard. The worst part; Bucky damned well knew it. "But, you're biased, Bucky."

"Maybe I am, but I also know you. And if I heard you correctly: It doesn't say one word YOU would choose to call yourself, but one word WE would define you as. Therefore, you shouldn't be wondering what words we would use. You should have gotten up and asked us. Or even better, you should've texted the group chat and asked! Then you wouldn't be here sending yourself into a hate-spiral, doll." Bucky reprimands softly. Determined to get rid of the lies that your mind is spewing at you, just like you do for him.

"I don't wanna bother you guys with my stupid homework. You guys didn't sign up to be pestered by my lack of self-mediation." You grumble huffily, knowing full well you are acting stubborn.

"If you won't help yourself. I guess it's up to me to help you." Bucky states, standing up with you still cradled snugly in his arms.

"BUCKY!" You admonish, clinging to him at his sudden movement. "At least let me walk. I'm overwhelmed and sad, not crippled."

"What's to say, I don't just wanna carry you? Huh? Also, you're holding me just as tightly love." He smiles brightly at you, kissing you briefly before turning back to the exit. Book, schoolwork, and his original objective forgotten for his new mission. He was going to find his doll her confidence again, with all the positive affirmations that should've been her first thoughts.

Once settled in the elevator, Bucky looks up, "Hey, Friday, can you take us to Tony, please?" After confirmation from the resident AI, he sets your feet on the ground from the bridal carry he's holding you in but keeping you close to him. "So you need one word? What is your plan?"

Keeping your arms in their place around his neck, you lean your head against his secure warmth. "I don't really know, Buck. I kinda got stuck on the first step. If it was an analytical or critical styled piece, it would be a breeze, but it is supposed to be a descriptive essay. I don't know what to do with that. If it was a song, I'd be cuddled with you and my ukelele by now, putting finishing touches on the finished product. But no, there isn't any room for incomplete sentences. Maybe I'll make it a song just to spite the evil bat."

"Hey, dollface, it's okay, I'm here to help you. Does it just have to be one word, or can it be structured for each person you know to have a different word? Remember what Peter said that one time he was working with you on Formatting? Your thesis could be something like 'I am many things to many different people and therefore have many different words that can be used to describe me. These things are A, B, C, and D. Then, you can use each term for a paragraph of fluff."

Taking a deep breath, your lip twitches somewhere between a smile and a deep frown. "That does sound like a good idea. I don't really want to track down everyone, though. Can we get everyone into the same room and ask them as a group? It would be less hassle, and maybe we can decide on reasoning and stories to use to explain why? I really don't know how to do this without being really pessimistic and cynical about the whole thing."

"Mr. Stark is in his lab, he is recommended that he is brought down to the commons, where I will page everyone else." Came Friday's disembodied voice.

"Thank you, Friday," you whispered. You weren't really sure that you were ready for this, but you know that this is the best way to finish this essay without spiraling into your self-pity again. It has to get done. Procrastination is not an option. After all, these are your friends. They don't have to know that you were bawling your eyes out about this stupid assignment.

Taking another steadying breath, you wipe the remainder of your tears off your make-up-less face onto Bucky's soft T-shirt, before turning out of his embrace to march confidently into Tony's Lab. "Hey Tones, your presence is required in the Commons." You call as you walk in the door. Knowing that Friday would've warned you if Tony had been in the middle of something delicate.

"What is it for? I want to get this sequence reconfigured. Can it wait?" Tony said, his full attention on a large display of Smalltalk equational programming floating off of his Holotable.

"Nope, if you don't come now, you don't get to participate, let Friday do the reconfiguration code. It will be done by the time you get back. If you come and keep your attitude to a minimum, I'll let you use me as a scapegoat for your next prank." You try to bribe when he looked offended that I'd suggest such a thing.

"Any prank? Even if it's against loverboy?" Tony perked, throwing a truly roguish smirk over your shoulder.

"As long as no one is injured or harmed. But to make sure that I can cover your ass, you need to fill me in on the joke BEFORE you pull it." You say herding him away from the endless rows of code while he is occupied with his next plot.

When you finally make it to the Commons, The rest of the Avengers are gathered on the couches. All seemed to be in a decent enough mood. Taking a deep breath, you look to Bucky for direction on how to implement this plan of his.

He gives your hand a squeeze as he guides you to the middle of the sectional. Holding you from behind, he clears his throat. "Hey, guys. Thanks for coming to this impromptu meeting. I know you guys were probably doing nothing, anyway, but I appreciate you coming down here. Doll, here, needs some help from us. Well, you guys, since apparently, I am biased." His tone is light as he brings attention to us.

You can't help but feel that knot of uncertainty come back as he speaks, though. You try your best to hide the shaking of your hands by holding onto Bucky's forarms that rest tightly around your middle, grounding you into the moment. Please just let this be quick.

"You are biased," you grumble. "You have to say the best things because you are my boyfriend. It makes for a skewed view on what my friends think of me."

"She does have a point, Buck. You tend to have neverending heart-eyes whenever anything is about her. Though that is reasonable, seeing as she is your girl. I'd be more concerned if you didn't have a shade or two of rose to your glasses." Steve said from his station in on the nearest end of the couch to the door.

"If his glasses are tinted any pinker, they won't be able to be seen through." Scoffed Sam from the other end of the couch.

"Doesn't matter," Bucky cut in before there could be any more railroading. "Y/N has an essay that she has to write but couldn't find the right inspiration for the prompt. Seeing as it pertains to our views on her, I felt it necessary to bring our expertise into the mix."

"Oh, What's the prompt?" Bruce asked from the corner of the window seat.

"It's stupid, It's an essay on the word that your friends and family would use to describe you. Well, in this case, describe me." You say to the oak coffee table that separated the majority of them from you and Bucky.

"Doll, stop hating, and just accept the help." He whispered into your

"Well, you've definitely come to the right place. Come on, guys, what words describe Y/N?" Tony said enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together from the place he found next to Natasha.

"Friday, can you make a list on the monitor, so we don't forget any?" Steve asked the AI helpfully.

"Good idea, I'll start with eccentric," Nat stated.

"Bubbly."

"Funny."

"Smart."

"Out-going."

"Playful."

"Creative."

"Hardworking."

"resourceful, Multi-talented, Impressive."

"Badass."

"Stubborn."

Words just kept coming at incredible speed before there was a ding at the elevator. "Mrs. (Y/L/N), The package you ordered last night needs to be signed for if you wouldn't mind." Friday cut in.

As more words were being piled onto the TV screen, you turned toward the elevator. "It's here already??" you asked, making your way to the waiting delivery man. I quickly signed for the package before coming back to the group. Ripping into the box without care as Tony and Clint argued over positive and negative words on the list.

Letting out an excited squeal while you pulled the long, sky-blue cape out of the box and swishing it over your shoulders, clasping it easily, and spinning in a circle to make it swish out. It was just as you imagined. Silky, soft, and absolutely perfect for everything. When you finally came back to the conversation you found yourself at the center of attention, everyone's eyes were on you in different mixes of amusement and exasperation.

"Where you going, Miss Bennet?" Tony laughed out.

"What do you mean, where am I going? This is my house cape. Don't you have one? It's the latest fashion." You bite back, raising your head in indignation. "I love it, I am going to wear it. EVERYWHERE."

As everyone's faces split into the biggest smiles, Peter walked into the room, tossing his backpack onto the floor as he took a seat between Sam and Steve.

"No Capes!" He said, lovingly referencing the Incredibles. Sending a ripple of laughs through the group of superheroes. "So what has you so Extra today, Y/N?"

"Nothing, I just saw this for sale while I was doing research for my recital dress and thought it would be nice." You respond fondly, feeling invincible in the cape.

"THAT'S IT! YOUR WORD IS EXTRA!" Clint said, springing from his perch. Everyone looked contemplative for a moment before nodding.

"Agreed. It's perfect. You give extra in everything you do." Steve said, not really getting the modern connotation.

Even though it isn't any of the words that you thought they would choose, you can't really complain. Especially when it gives you the privilege of wearing your Couture Cape around the tower, just because you want to.

Smiling at Bucky, you raised slightly on your toes to kiss his cheek, whispering a thank you. And with that, you whooshed off to write the worst essay in your academic career. Leaving the bickering and astounded Avengers in your wake.

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armywriter2605 · 5 years

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Theirs- Chaper 5 - OT7 x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU! BTS; Yandere AU! BTS; Angst; Fluff; Smut (not yet); OT7 x Reader

Warnings: Cursing; Mature Content ; Mentions of abuse and bullying; Yandere BTS; Gore; Stalking; more to be added throughout the series

Words: 3k +

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GIF NOT MINE

For 20 full minutes you hadn't directed any word to the 7 boys who constantly tried to get you to talk to them. You just had too much to think of. How long had this been going? How could you have not noticed it? How did they manage to hide it so well and exactly why did they hid such thing from you? You snickered to yourself as they parked the car in the garage. Of course they would hide this. Only a crazy person would openly tell their best friend such thing.

"Is something funny, Y/N-ah?" You hear Jungkook asked from next you. You stared at him for a couple of seconds before you shrugged and got out of the car, heading for the elevator that would take you to their apartment on the top floor.

You were the first to walk into the apartment where you headed straight for the living room. You knew you eight would have a long conversation and for that, you would be seated. The seven boys closely followed you and once you sat down in one of the couches, all the boys besides Namjoon sat down. You cleared your throat and looked up at Namjoon who stood in front of you.

"Start explaining then."

You were expecting for Namjoon to explain to you everything, like he always did, yet the one to start talking was Jin, who now also stood up.

“We work in a mafia/gang, whatever you want to call it princess. Namjoon is the leader, as you must have caught on.”

You waited for him to tell you more, explain everything but after that he just went quiet, like there was nothing else to say.

"Just that? When did this start, why are all of you a part of this, why didn't you tell me anything and why the fuck are you so fucking calm with it?"

You noticed how Yoongi sighed and rest his cold hand on your knee and giving it a squeeze. It was almost like he was telling you to calm down.

"We all met when we were kids one day at a park. We all played cops and thieves and after some time we all came to the conclusion that we just loved to play the thieves. It was all innocent fun games, but then when we met you, we realized that we needed to have the ways to protect you no matter what. To have all the money to provide you with everything your heart may desire and of course, make you happy. So, while you, Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung were at school, me, Jin-Hyung, Namjoon and Hoseok would steal and rob small stores. Then we started to become bigger. We started to have more people want to work for us, more people who wanted to join us. With that, we and our crimes grew. If you're wondering why we were never caught is because we were always very careful and always planned everything carefully. No one besides the people who work for us knows it's us behind everything and we rarely show our faces, only to deals or important things. As to why we kept this from you is because we knew you wouldn't like it. You wouldn't accept it, love. We're sorry you had to find it out this way though."

You listened to Yoongi's words carefully, as they were a mirror that could shatter and cut you anytime. Once you noticed he was done talking, you slowly nodded your head understanding why they would keep it from you, yet what lingered in your head was why would they do this for you. You didn't even hung out with them that much the first year you got to know them.

"Why?... None of you even knew if we would become friends. None of you even knew if I wanted to be friends with you. Why would you do this? You didn't even know if we would keep on being friends…Why do you do this? Why do you even continue to do this...?"

“Everything we do, we do it for you sweetheart. We would take care of you, no matter if you wanted or not. From the first time we laid our eyes on you, you became ours. That's why we had to find a way to make sure you were always going to be okay."

You looked at Taehyung like he was a monster with two heads. Did you have no say in the matter? Couldn't they see how big of an issue this was? It was like they were completely captivated with you.

"It's like you're all fucking obsessed with me! You seriously can't keep thi-"

“We love you.”

You heard Jungkook's voice fill the room, like it echoed through the walls and made you immediately turn to him, not wanting to believe the words that had just been spoken. What did he mean we? Did he mean all of them? What if it was only a trick to make you forget what had just happened?

"Don't you dare to say those words in a time like this. You…none of you get to say that, okay? You don't get to do that to me…"

You rested your face on your hands as you closed your eyes and sighed, not knowing how to keep this conversation going without going to the extremes. They were still your best friends; you had no doubt in that, but they were revealing to be people that you hadn't notice before. Perhaps you had been blinded by everything, yet now that you thought of it, all signs were right there. How overprotective they were, how they did everything for you, how it literally looked like they lived for you and your well-being. The flags were waving right in front of your eyes, yet it was like you had lived with your eyes closed until now. All the money and how people in school distanced themselves from you whenever one of them was there.

"You're right. We're obsessed with you angel…you're the one who drives us crazy and to our limits. But we love you and you can break down right now in here, but I won't stop myself from telling you the truth. That's what you wanted, right? That we told you everything and all our secrets."

You looked up to Hoseok who stood next to Namjoon, both looking down at you. It was like you were somehow seeing their true colors yet at the same time you weren't. Like half of their face had been covered with a mask of the other half. Were you the one who was overreacting? Couldn't they see the whole picture here?

"Then tell me the whole truth, Hobi! Yoonie said that your crimes grew, right? In what way?"

"Munchkin…please. Let's just drop this. We're sorry that we didn't tell you the truth, but we're the same boys you met at the arcade. We're us."

Jimin's voice was clearly full of hurt. You could also see it in his eyes. How glassy they looked and how he tried to stop his lips from pouting. You could easily see he was about to cry.

"Tell me…I need to know. I'm so done with secrets and lies and just everything. Just tell me already."

"Babygirl, we've done the worst you can think of but everything we do is for you, okay? Like Jimin said, we're still the same. Nothing needs to change."

“You kill people, Joonie?”

"NO! We have yes, but it's not like we go on killing sprees. We only kill those who deserve it. Believe us. For you, we would do anything yes. But we're good people.”

“You’re all monsters …”

You stood up from your seat, your eyes fixated on Namjoon who stared at you without blinking. You loved them, yet to know that they have taken lives perhaps for no good reason at all was completely disgusting and made you sick to the stomach. In your mind, the boys who always welcomed you with a smile and loving eyes were no longer the same. It was like they had been beautiful white roses until now, yet their color had now been tinted with red from all the blood that they must have shed.

"Don't you dare call us monsters. We've done everything for you. Don't you fucking dare to call us monsters when all we've done is take care of you and make you smile! Don't you FUCKING dare, YN!"

Taehyung was now standing up, his eyes not leaving yours. You could see he was angry, how tight his fists were closed and his white knuckles gave it away and his tone was now much darker than usual.

"Well, I'm not smiling now, am I Taehyung? I don't think I am!"

“Why are you fucking overreacting? You’re making this so fucking shitty, Y/N! Stop it”

“Stop it!? YOU KILL PEOPLE, TAEHYUNG. YOU SHOULD BE IN JAIL! JAIL, TAE!!”

"We did this because you told us you wanted the perfect life! Remember?! You said you would love anyone that was able to give you that! LOVE US THEN, Y/N."

You stared wide eyed at him as memories now filled your head.

Flashback on

You were sitting down on your bed watching a movie. You had been bored all day since the boys told you they had a couple of things to do and couldn't hung out today. It was Saturday which meant then you would have to stay the all day alone since your parents were both working.

Flashback OFF

“I was 15, Tae! 15 years old! I was a kid. So was Jungkook, Jimin and you! All of us were... You did this because of a damn text?”

“YES! NO! For fucks sake, why can’t you understand us?!”

You let out a deep sigh and sat down again on the couch. What were you supposed to do?

“I’m trying! I really am! I am...”

“Does that mean you don’t love us? You said it was only a text...you don’t love us? We love you and did everything but you don’t love us?”

“Minie...that’s not it.”

“Then you do loves us, right Y/N-ah?”

“Kookie...I mean... I thin-”

“Right? You can’t just not love us. We’ve given you everything. Everything. Saying you don’t love us now would just be really mean, disrespectful and unthoughtful. Imagine if you were in our shoes? We’ve loved you since kids and this is how you say thanks to us after everything? Not very nice, right?”

You stayed quiet and looking down at your knees, not wanting to face any of them. Since when did Jungkook start talking like that? Why were you starting to feel guilty? He was right in a way. They had done a lot for you. Even the house you were in was theirs. The least you wanted was for them to feel like you weren’t thankful for everything they had done for you.

“So, do you love us, baby?”

“I guess...”

“Good! Since this is dealt with, let’s get something to eat. Yoongi help me in the kitchen!”

Jin left the living room followed by Yoongi who kissed your cheek. You were left alone on the couch as the boys went either to take showers, help in the kitchen or change their clothes. Was it always gonna be this way? You were confused as to how you just gave easily up. Maybe you had to have a talk with each one of them, maybe you should try to understand them.

You were making your way back to your bedroom after you decided that you weren’t hungry when you felt a pair of arms drag you from your way, holding you tight against them.

“Hobi...”

“Sunshine, don’t let it bother you. I know Taehyung was a bit mean, but you know how he gets when he’s hurt. He’ll apologize tomorrow, don’t worry. Keep in mind that we’re still us. We love you. You love us. Let’s not make a big deal around this because it is not a big deal. Nothing will change regarding us.”

“It is a big de-”

“It’s not. Let’s go see if Jin-hyung, Yoongi-hyung and Jiminie need help.”

“Yeah sure, let’s go...”

Preview Chapter 6

“Stop fucking controlling me. If I wanna go, I’ll go!”

“You’re ours. And you’re not fucking leaving this house!”

“Fuck the both of you!”

“Oh, you wish, sweetheart.”

“T-Tae...ah...Kookie please...”

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Birthday Surprise - Ben Hardy

Summary: It's Ben's girlfriend's birthday and he can't wait to give her a special present.

Requested: 'Idk if you do kink smuts or stuff like that, but can you do an imagine where it's your birthday and after your party at the club ben says that he has his last surprise and he gets so kinky like "call me daddy" and he tie you up and puts like ice cream or something like that on your body while you're blindfolded?'

Word Count: 3640

A/N This is what I imagine Ben wearing in this. Let’s pretend this is him with you behind him walking outside of the club. hehe. gif credit to @benhardyispretty loving your page hun! x

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I couldn't feel my feet in the sky high heels I was wearing. They were very high but they were even more expensive.

Christian Louboutin.

Ben had got them for me for my birthday and I nearly screamed loud enough to burst his ear drums when he handed me the bag this morning.

"I was going to wrap them but I thought it looked so much better in the bag than any shitty wrapping I would do," he laughed nervously.

I'd proceeded to bowl him over to the ground when I pulled the red bottom's out of their box. They were the most perfect shoes I'd wanted for ages now.

"You'll get the rest later tonight," he said with a cheeky grin.

I smiled to myself at the memory from this morning as I made my way through the club. My boyfriend was the greatest. Speaking of which, where the heck was he? I took a sip of my amaretto sour and looked around the packed venue. It was my absolute favourite drink that I insisted on drinking throughout all of tonight. Except for tequila shots, yep, amaretto sour cocktails and tequila shots were my jam for tonight.

"Seen Ben?" I snaked my arm around Rami's waist. He was standing in line at the bar and the only one from our group of friends I could find.

Since Ben had been filming Bohemian Rhapsody he had become really good friends with all of his cast mates which in turn meant I became good friends with them all also. They had wrapped filming a week ago and as well as it being a celebration of my birth, they considered tonight a celebration of all their hard work too.

I never liked to share my birthday celebrations but I supposed this was a good enough reason.

"Last I saw he was heading that way with Gwil," Rami pointed to our left out where the beer garden was. I thanked him with a kiss on the cheek and sauntered off in search of Ben.

When I found him he was skulling a pint of beer, along with Joe. They had Gwil, Lucy and a few of our other friends cheering them on.

"What the hell," I mumbled to myself, laughing at the sight in front of me. Ben slammed his pint down before Joe, standing up with his hands in the air and yelling out that Joe owed him fifty pound. People were looking at them, some laughing, others shaking their heads. Joe was immediately at it with the excuses. 'Ben got a head start' and 'I don't measure my manhood by the time it takes for me to skull a beer.'

I was giggling while I tried to light my cigarette and walk up to the table they were seated at, my boyfriend's eyes spotting me and lighting up.

"There's my birthday girl!"

He was still yelling loudly.

Okay, he was wasted.

"Here I am!" I took a puff of my fag, blowing out the smoke before Ben pulled me to him and pressed his lips onto mine.

"Love you," he spoke against my lips.

"Love you more."

He sat back down and pulled me onto his lap where we shared my cigarette. His hand was wrapped around my lower back, softly stroking the top of my bare thigh. Along with my shoes being new, my dress was too. A short, silver silk dress with slits up the side that Ben couldn't get enough of.

"I cannot wait to get you out of this later," he spoke thickly against my ear, nibbling at my earlobe right after. It sent shivers down my spine and I couldn't help but moan. I knew Ben nearly better than I knew myself which meant that I was pretty sure he had some things up his sleeve to keep our night going once we got home.

My arm was wrapped around his neck, moving up occasionally to run through his hair and along his recently shaved sides. I loved his new hairstyle. It made me so hot for him.

I leaned down and kissed his sharp jawline.

"Calm down horn dogs!" Joe's thick American accent pulled me away from my lover, his displeased face making me giggle. "Don't need to see you two making babies. I'm drunk, but not drunk enough to forget that!"

"Oh shush it mate, you're just jealous!" Ben spat jokingly.

"Yes! Yes Ben I am and I certainly don't appreciate your girlfriend here waving you in front of my face like she's been doing all night!"

Joe looked at me. "And don't you think I haven't noticed missy!" His face was as straight as an arrow and as much as I was trying to play along and act serious, I just couldn't, he was too funny. I broke out into laughter. This was why they were actors and I was not.

"See and now she's laughing at my misfortune. Poor form my dear," he shook his head, eventually looking up and blowing me a kiss.

"How 'bout we go dance!?" Lucy suggested, standing up and holding her hand out for me. I took her invitation and looked back at Ben who audibly groaned when I left his lap.

"Coming?" I asked him.

He smirked. "Yep. Just about."

I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore his innuendo and followed Lucy back into the club and onto the middle of the dance floor.

The music was blaring through the relatively small place. It was past midnight now and everybody in the venue was absolutely wrecked. Myself included. Lucy and I had been dancing for a few songs now and I half expected Ben to have found me already but he hadn't.

Lucy's hazy eyes smiled at me as she twirled me around. A completely inappropriate dance move for the ASAP Rocky song that was playing but we were too drunk and having too much fun to care.

"I need those hips grinding up against me right now," Ben's deep voice radiated through me, even with the consuming sounds of the music around us. It was always that way whenever he was nearby. Whether it be his voice, his footsteps or the way that he smelled, I was always hyper sensitive to him.

"Well you were no where to be found," I retorted, turning around in his arms that were wrapped around my neck.

"I'm here now," he smirked, cupping my chin and pulling my lips to his. He tasted like beer and cigarettes, my mouth becoming the same as our tongues intertwined. My hands on his waist gripped tight at the brown leather jacket he was wearing. God, I needed him to fuck me so bad. "I have one last birthday surprise for you when we get home."

I groaned, knowing without a doubt that the surprise he was insinuating would be sexual. I let my head fall against his muscular chest.

"When is an appropriate time to leave my own birthday party?" I spoke titillatingly against his plump lips, shaded a deeper pink from clashing with mine. Also, probably my lipstick.

"Your birthday, your rules baby," he responded casually. "But can I suggest we make it soon, I'm already hard as hell."

I accidentally moaned out loud at the thought of his hard cock right there only separated by his jeans and my dress. Pulling him closer, I pushed myself into him, easily feeling just how hard he was.

"Alright, lets go." I couldn't take it anymore. So grabbing Ben's hand I said goodbye to Lucy and Rami who were dancing right next to us and went out back to say goodbye to the rest of our group. Other than the final 'happy birthday's' being thrown my way and the 'see you later's', we were barraged by the knowing looks of just why it was that we were leaving so soon. 1am was relatively early I supposed although I considered it a decent time to leave.

"They all knew we were going home to fuck," Ben laughed as we headed out of the club and into the cold air of London. "And I'm definitely not ashamed of that fact!" He added.

"Neither am I! Besides, birthday sex is some of the best sex one can have!"

"Cheers to that babygirl!" He pulled me back into his warmth while we waited for our Uber. "But not now because I need to get you home, out of that dress and onto my cock as soon as humanly possible."

It took fifteen minutes from when we were stood on the footpath outside the club until I was lying wanting and naked on our bed.

"Hurry uppppp," I grumbled at Ben while he was rummaging through something in the wardrobe.

"Hold tight darlin', just getting some things!" His voice was teasing and like I had suspected, he was up to something.

Suddenly he appeared out of the wardrobe, his hands behind his back with some things obviously in them.

"So remember a few weeks ago we were watching that fifty shades movie..."

"Oh Ben..." I laughed nervously. "If you plan to hang me from chains or make me do some fucking weird shit I swear-"

"No babe," he interrupted me. "Nothing' like that I promise. Just a few things I thought we could have fun with."

He walked closer to me and I watched him very carefully. He was shirtless, his muscles making me drool in the dim light that we had illuminating the bedroom. "Close your eyes," he said.

I did as told, nervous butterflies raging in my stomach. It wasn't that I was actually nervous or didn't trust Ben, it was more nervous anticipation; what was about to happen.

I felt him slip a blindfold over my eyes and tie it at the back. I giggled, this was fun already.

"You look so hot when you can't see anything," Ben commented. "I need you to sit up a little,"he helped me move and shuffled me further up the bed. I heard some fumbling of his pants, thankful they were finally coming off. But instead of hearing them drop and feeling him hovering over the top of me, I felt leather being tied around my wrists.

Oh.

Yes.

"Put your arms above your head baby and lie back," his rough hands (that had become rougher recently due to playing the drums) bound my wrists with the leather belt and tied them to the headboard.

We'd tied each other up before so that was nothing new. The blindfold though, we'd never done that and in all honesty I couldn't believe we hadn't; it was thrilling. That paired with the bound wrists, I knew that I was in for a hell of a time.

"Get comfy my love, I'll be right back!" His voice was deeper, sexier, hungrier when I was lacking a sense and it only made me want him so much more. I heard his footsteps leave the room and walk down the hall. I was already feeling exhilarated and I wondered what else he had planned.

He returned moments later not saying a word and I could hear him begin to take the rest of his clothes off. All that sounded the room was the slight wind against the window and my heavy breaths of anticipation.

"You ready baby?" His voice made me jump, not expecting him to speak at that moment.

We both laughed.

"Yep, let's get this show on the road!"

Chuckling lowly, I heard his footsteps approach the bed. He stopped for a moment and it sounded like he had something else in his hands that he was fiddling with. "Ben?"

"Right here!" He assured me.

Seconds later I felt his side of the bed dip and I could sense him above my midsection.

"This might be cold," he warned me and before I had a chance to respond I heard the unmistakable sound of whipped cream coming out of the bottle.

I squeaked when I felt the cold sensation of what I guessed was the cream around my left nipple. I squirmed as best I could with my arms bound to the headboard, giggling continually as he went on and did the same to my other nipple.

"Fuck yeah," he practically moaned. I could imagine him leaning above me, pupils dilated fully with desire as he soaked me in with his eyes. "So fucking sexy."

"It's so cold!" I bit my lip feeling more turned on by the second as I got used to the feeling of the cold cream on my nipples. I could also feel myself becoming extremely wet.

"Hold on a second, I got an idea!" I felt Ben's weight leave the bed and heard him rummaging around the room once more. Not a minute later his weight was back on the bed but this time more towards the end, closer to where my feet were.

"Ben, what are you doing?"

"Taking a photo," he answered without missing a beat.

"Christ, really?"

"Yes really. I'll keep these for when I'm off next filming somewhere," I heard the click of the polaroid camera and the sound of the picture printing. "Besides, I have been meaning to update the wank bank and this is perfect baby!" He laughed.

"For fuck sake!" I kicked what I think was his thigh playfully and rolled my eyes underneath the blindfold. "You are disgusting."

"Not disgusting my love, just a horny guy who has an incredibly sexy girlfriend."

After a few more photos, Ben put the camera down (I assumed) and started spraying more cream onto my body. My belly button, both of my hipbones and the spot I was most excited about, my pussy.

"Fuck," I moaned when the coldness of the cream hit the warmth of my wetness. It was the most perfection juxtaposition of feelings.

After a few more photos (I sure as hell hoped nobody ever found them), Ben leaned down and kissed me passionately. It was the first point of the night where I wished I was able to put my arms around him. His lips moved from mine down to my neck, biting and sucking as he continued his journey. Goosebumps alined my body as his kisses became more heated. Licking along my collarbone demandingly and leaving soft kisses along the top of my breasts.

When his mouth wrapped around my nipple, I shivered. "Fuck," I moaned, tilting my head back further into the pillow. He closed his mouth around it entirely and sucked it clean. The feeling literally sent electric shocks throughout my entire body, collecting right in my pussy. It felt so fucking good.

He repeated the process on the other nipple while he massaged my other breast. "Do you like it," he whispered gruffly.

"I fucking love it," I murmured. Once again, I wanted more than anything to run my hands through his blonde locks while he ravished me like this. But he made sure that wasn't going to happen. Not tonight.

"I can tell you do," I knew he was smiling by the way he spoke. He kissed each of my nipples, both of them fully hard from the attention he had been giving them.

He then moved down to my belly button, licking down my sternum whilst on his way. I shivered again, more violently this time while he licked the cold, sugary cream out of my belly button and then each hipbone. His fingers dropped down to my crotch and he ran two through my wet centre. "You're so wet baby...so fuckin' wet...I love it."

I grinned widely and moaned. I was seriously loving every second of this and he hadn't even properly started.

He was up at my face again, fingers still moving about in my pussy, purposely avoiding my clit. Cheeky shit. "I've been thinking about this all day," he whispered against my lips, placing a soft kiss against them before advancing back.

He ran his lips down my neck, over my breasts and my belly before finally reaching his rightful place between my legs. "Spread them, baby," he mumbled, hands on the inside of each thigh as I moved them apart for him. He didn't even need to ask, don't know why he did. Oh right, I couldn't see.

Since I couldn't use my hands to run over his back, I used my feet instead. Moving them up over his shoulders and over his silky skin while he ran his tongue through my pussy. I pulled on the belt binding me and felt my legs jerk. I was already a huge fan of being eaten out but this, holy shit, this was on another level.

"Fuckkkkk," I practically screamed, Ben laid a hand on my belly to keep me in place while he ate me out like a starved man. "Ben," I moaned.

He looked up from where he was, finger replacing his tongue on my clit for a second. "Not tonight," he spoke seriously. I knew what he meant, we did this every so often.

"Sorry daddy," I apologised innocently. A smirk and a wink and he was back licking between my folds.

"Oh my god," I moaned loudly. "Fuck daddy, it feels so good," I cried. My wrists were starting to hurt in the bind because of all the pulling but it really did just heighten everything I was currently feeling.

"Feeling good?" He mumbled against me.

"Yes," I breathed, the vibration of his words creating yet another incredible feeling.

I heard him grab the can and spray more of the cream onto my clit, giggling as the coldness shocked me once more but that quickly turned into a moan when he licked and sucked it right off.

My toes were digging into his shoulders, arms pulling roughly against the belt holding them there, Ben was going at it a million miles an hour and I was about to cum. "Be-I mean daddy, fuck, I'm about to come!"

"Come on baby, come for daddy!" He coaxed me, now inserting two fingers into me and fucking me with them while he continued to beat away at my clit.

"Fuckkkkk," I moaned loudly. "Oh my god!" He removed his fingers and ran his hands up the back of my thighs, lifting me off the bed slightly and pushing me further into his mouth. The change in position triggered me and I came hard into his mouth. Lapping me up I started to giggle at the over sensitised feeling as I was coming back down from my high.

"Fuck me already daddy, I need you," I begged, licking my lips at what I knew was quite a sight in front of me. Ben... red faced, sweat beads glistening on his forehead and chest, out of breath with me all over his lips. He chuckled and climbed up my body, kissing me aggressively and I could taste myself on his tongue mixed with the sugary sweetness of the cream.

"You're being such a good girl for daddy I might take off your blindfold, let me see those pretty eyes," his words were husky, full of sex. I was so fucking turned on it was beyond right now.

I bit my bottom lip and nodded while Ben slipped the blindfold off and I nearly cried when I could finally see his beautiful face.

"I love you," he said sweetly, breaking the dominant character he was playing for the night.

"I love you," I repeated back to him softly.

With a last kiss to my lips, he pinned me down to the pillows, nudging my legs apart once more and directed himself into me.

We groaned loudly in sync. Relief after so much hype and anticipation all night; we were connected.

He leaned his forehead against mine when he'd pushed in all the way, easy with how wet I was and the remnants of the whipped cream. Our eyes were locked and he started to move. A groan, a struggle of my hands that were still bound; this felt too good. I knew I was going to come again pretty soon and I guessed Ben was in the same situation. He had one hand supporting himself right next to my shoulder and the other running up the side of my heated body while he rammed into me like there was no tomorrow.

"I'm gonna come again daddy," I warned him, wrapping my legs around his lower waist and resting my feet on his butt. He kissed me again as he kept thrusting, the squelch of where we connected only fuelling each of our desire.

"Do it, come for daddy," he encouraged me for the second time that night, his voice so strained and deep it kinda shocked me. Pushing into me a few more times I fell off the edge, groaning and writhing underneath Ben's weight, the muscles in my legs spasming and twitching as I fell back down to earth.

Ben kept fucking me through my orgasm relentlessly trying to reach his end. "Fuck," he groaned over and over as his thrusts became messier and less rhythmic. One thing I could credit the movie to was how his new found drum skills made him a better lover. The rhythm he could keep when he was fucking me these days was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I always had at least two orgasms every time we fucked.

I moved my legs higher up his waist so he could go deeper, which he did and a few seconds later he slowed down, dropping his head against my chest as he came hard as hell into me. His breaths were ragged and he chuckled as he lifted his head and kissed me.

"Fuck, I love you," he smiled and placed his hand on my cheek as we made out for a few seconds.

"Love you daddy," I purred.

"I think we need to use sugar during sex more often," he mumbled, peppering my face with kisses. "Happy birthday princess."

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id-rather-be-an-outsider · 5 years

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Sunflower Dreams | pt I

Aaron Davis (Spiderverse) x Reader

word count: 1757 (or about that, I made some tweaks after I copy pasted it here so uh.... rough guestimate?)

summary: when young and educated y/n’s given the opportunity of a lifetime, she plans accordingly. her life is finally starting to be perfect, until suddenly, it’s not anymore. her friendly neighborhood bachelor, Aaron Davis, helps her pick up the pieces, as she unknowingly makes him see that there’s more to life than being a villain.

a/n: I decided to write this story bc Aaron Davis gets no love, which is crazy to me, and because I had a little idea cooking up in my head that I thought would be a good story. I took a lot of inspiration for the protagonist from my own life, but you’re only gonna hear slivers of it for now. I have no idea how many chapters this is gonna be, but like. I hope someone enjoys this, bc I know I will enjoy writing it. also. I wrote this story from my perspective, so when I imagine the reader, I envision her as kinda ambiguous in the ethnic department (I’m mixed but white-presenting), but she can be whatever ya’ll want her to be. lightskin, darkskin, anything. okay. Imma let ya’ll read now haha jk I also gotta say, HELL YEA I USED TREVANTE RHODES AS MY PERSONAL FANCAST FOR AARON DAVIS, THAT MAN IS FWOINE AIN’T NOBODY FINNA TELL ME ANY DIFFERENT FUCK OUTTA HERE

I didn’t make a big deal about moving to New York to pursue my Masters. Already had my Bachelors in Business Administration with a minor in Fine Arts, just got my Bachelors in Education, and now I was ready to chase after my Masters. It only made sense to take the opportunity. How often are you gonna be offered a full ride in exchange for opening your own business in Brooklyn upon graduation, with the funding necessary to do so? Once it took off, I’d return to Tacoma and pay the city my gratitude for making me who I was.

As I was saying, it was a quiet departure. Thank God I’m a minimalist, otherwise I would’ve had a LOT more items to bring with me. My boyfriend and I packed all my belongings and made the trek across the US after saying goodbye to my family and friends. He was driving. We held hands all the way there. Sometimes speaking, sometimes not.

When we got to my new home, I already had a parcel of mail waiting for me from my university. After we took up the first load, we sat down on my empty floor and opened it. It welcomed me home and had a map, coffee shops and fun places circled for me to go visit. It was sweet.

By noon we had everything in my unit thanks to a friendly neighbor named Aaron Davis and his nephew, a funny kiddo named Miles who reminded me of why I came to New York in the first place, and by the evening we had everything unpacked. We walked to a Starbucks and had coffee and sandwiches, now sitting on my bed with our stomachs full. The window was open, the faint beeps and honks of traffic coming from far below.

We curled up into each other. “I fucking hate this,” I said. “It’s not fair.”

“I know. I do too. And you know I would stay here with you if I could, but I’m still having no luck finding a job here.”

“Fuck finding a job, I’ll be the breadwinner of the family,” I laughed, even though I was serious. He knew I was.

“I can’t burden you like that financially. I promise, as soon as I land an interview, you’re gonna be the first to know. And as soon as I get hired, I’m showing up on your doorstep.” He kissed my forehead. “I don’t say it near enough, but I love you, and I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you too. And thank you. It’s like, my entire life is falling perfectly into place, all but- well- except for you.”

“We’ll get there, I promise. For now, just finesse every man or woman here who will buy you dinner, and try to have fun.” He rubbed my back, continuing, “You’ve never dated anyone but me, so... take it as your opportunity to learn about what you like, and once we’re together again, we can find a way to fit any new and quirky tastes you find you have into the relationship. But-“ His hand moved down quick and slapped my ass, squeezing it and illiciting an ‘ow’ of protest from me- “This is still mine, so no fucking, or else I’ll be doing more beating than just beating that pussy up.”

I laughed and said, “You fuckin’ freak.”

“Yea, but you like that shit.” He said confidently.

“Shut the fuck up, why you gotta be so loud about what we do when the window’s open?” I gave him a light punch, then whispered in his ear, “But aye, like, I won’t deny it.”

“Good, because that would’ve been real awkward after I’ve been in them guts for four years straight.” Then he lowered his voice. “Speaking of which, I’m trynna be in them once more tonight and tomorrow morning.”

“I dOn’T hAvE aS HiGh Of A sEx dRiVe As YoU!” I mocked him in my best Spongebob voice. “Always lyin for why?”

He pulled me on top of him and kissed me, his way of telling me to shut up nicely. “Shhhh, I’m just trynna make the most of the time we have left before I have to go back to Tacoma.”

“But you don’t have to go,” I said, “You can stay here-“

He cut me off with a series of kisses, “I already-“ “-bought-“ “-the tickets-“ “-so I actually do kinda have to.” He wrapped his arms around me, petting my hair. He always said I had the softest curls he’d ever touched.

“I just wish you could stay,” I whispered. “We’ve already made it through so much, each of us on our own and then together, I just-“ I cut myself off. The tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. “-I just-“

“Baby, say it. If your overthinker brain is gonna torture you with this, I wanna hear it so I can put those thoughts to rest.”

“I just keep thinking that something’s gonna happen to you and I’m gonna lose you. The very idea of that terrifies me, and makes me want to weep-“ I go cross eyed as I watch a tear fall from my eye and trail down my nose- “-because I don’t know how to live without you. And I mean that in a couple ways.”

“Well... I’m not leaving you forever. I’m coming back here as soon as possible, I’m gonna talk to you on Discord every chance I get, I’m gonna call you every day, and I’m gonna go to sleep every night dreaming that I’m here with you. For all we know, I could be coming back here in less than a month.” He tilted my chin up to look in my eyes. “Even if I’m not physically present, I’m always gonna be here. You’re never alone.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

In the morning, we slept in late and cuddled until he absolutely had to get up. We both hopped in the shower and he put on his airport clothes while I pulled on a pale, lemon yellow sweatsuit with a white gold chain to match. Gotta let these hoes know, I outdress them even on my bummy days.

The ride to the airport was a back and forth between us kissing at red lights and screaming out different lyrics from XXXTentacion, Post Malone, JUICE WRLD and whoever the hell else we felt like listening to as we drove, much like we did since the beginning of our relationship.

When we got there, we took our time saying goodbye since he didn’t have to stress too much about baggage check. We said we loved each other, once I couldn’t see him anymore I called him and we talked while I drove back to my new home and he waited for his flight, and then he was called to board so we got off the phone, but not before he promised me that he would call me as soon as he landed.

When I got home, I stopped by the mailbox to see if I had anymore mail and simultaneously checked my Instagram, seeing a flurry of notifications. Suddenly, his mom called me.

“Hi mom, what’s up? Are you okay?” I said as I scrolled through my Instagram, trying to make sense of all the digital confusion.

She sniffled.

“Mom, what happened?”

“Check the news, babygirl... have you not seen it yet?”

“Uh, no, I haven’t, but I’ll check it out right now,” I said, putting her on speakerphone.

She started sobbing, saying “I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have called you like this, but I wanted to be the one to tell you.”

And that’s when I saw my worst fears in a news article:

NYC - Sea Bound Plane Crashes, No Survivors

A horrific accident has happened today, and experts are still struggling to find out how - a plane headed to Seattle malfunctioned mid-flight, claiming the lives of everyone on board. Many of the victims have already been identified by their families, not by looks, but by the identification on their bodies at the time of the incident. Below this article are photos of the bodies. If you think you can identify one of them, contact...

I couldn’t finish reading. I scrolled and saw the bodies, all of them mangled and torn apart, almost unrecognizable as humans. Hearing his mom say ‘he’s dead’ over and over again as I stared at the pictures made me lose my stomach.

Up came all of my breakfast, and whatever Starbucks I hadn’t yet digested from the night before.

“Mama, I love you, but I have to call you back later-“ a pause as I threw up again. “I’m physically sick. I’m so sorry,” I sobbed the last sentence, and after hearing a teary goodbye from the other end, hung up. I’d dropped my mail the first time and only now noticed that it was covered in my mess. I didn’t care. I started crying, which was a mistake, because it only made me throw up more, this time nothing but bile.

“Hey, are you okay?” I whipped around, facing Aaron Davis, the friendly man from the day before.

“I- I’m sick.” I said, and immediately burst into tears. “Please help me.” Those three words rarely ever left my mouth, but even I know when I can’t do something on my own. He put his keys in his pocket and reached out to me.

Mere minutes later, I was in my unit, crouched over the toilet, heaving. Aaron had guided me there, holding my hair out of my face as I continued to puke. He called management and told them what happened, and he told me they were already cleaning it up.

“Listen... I know it’s not my place to say anything, seeing as I’m just your neighbor, but...” He rubbed the back of his neck as he was crouched beside me. “I overheard the phone call. And I overheard the conversation you had with your boyfriend last night. He loved you.”

“I know he did.” I said, because it was true.

“I just... look, if you need anything, I’m here. I know you‘re hurting a lot right now, and I know you may want nothing but for everyone to leave you alone, especially the new dude who isn’t minding his business, but if you need anything, I’m here. And Imma check up on you. You’re not alone. You’re never alone.”

I laughed, but it held no real warmth. “He said that last part to me yesterday night.”

“He was right. And still is.”

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