#and sometimes when he thinks im not looking his eyes are just filled with love đ„ș
CALL OUT MY NAME â c. seungcheol
â PAIRING: slightly possessive boyfriend!cheol x reader (f)
â GENRE: NSFW (18+ readers only!!)
â SUMMARY: your ex boyfriend canât seem to stop texting you lately; wouldnât want to make your current boyfriend angry would you?
â WORD COUNT: about 1.8k
â WARNINGS: cheol is possessive in a protective way, mentions of an ex boyfriend that won't leave you alone, ex boyfriend is min yoongi, cheol has a deep voice, mentions of cheol working out, cheol is tatted, he wants to fight her battles for her (king), unprotected sex, different sex positions (cowgirl, kneeling missionary), semi voyeurism, clitoral stimulation, spanking (like once), cumshot, foul language, cheolie is very sweet at the end!! lmk if i missed anything!!
â AUTHORS NOTE: posting this in honor of @miupowâs birthday!! happy birthday, lia!! youâre one of my dearest friends (and moots) on here. im so glad we met!! and also shout out to lia for beta-ing her own bday fic and correcting my half asleep writing. yeah even i donât know what was going on there.
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You were setting a bowl of food and a glass of iced tea down on your kitchen island, when your laptop started ringing.
âAh, Cheol, give me a minute!â You spoke out loud to yourself, quickly grabbing a fork before tapping your keyboard to accept the video call coming through.
âHi, Cheolie.â You greeted in a sing-songy voice as he -was filled up your screen with a smile on his face.
Your boyfriend was in Japan on a business trip for a few days; scheduled to come home tomorrow. You both made it a routine to have dinner together every night over video calls.
âYou look pretty.â He answered, his gaze never leaving you.
You giggled at his compliment. âYou see me everyday.â
Seungcheol smirked. âAnd? Youâre always pretty.â He motioned at your bowl that was in the camera frame. âWhatâs for dinner today?â
âOh, um, spicy pork bibimbap. You know; my favorite. What are you having?â
Seungcheol pointed to some things on the table he was sitting at. âTuna and rice with some spicy sauce and vegetables, and chicken.â He let out a laugh. âKind of boring.â
You smiled at him before taking a bite of your food. âDid you go to the gym today? I saw the workout notification on my watch.â You referenced your activity sharing feature on your Apple Watch.
âYeah, of course the last day I'm here I find this really nice gym.â Seungcheol rolled his eyes and took a bite of his food before speaking again. âI was so excited that I actually almost did a 400 pound deadlift.â
âOh my godâŠâ You were just as excited for your boyfriendâs gym achievements as he was.
âHang on, I think I took some pictures.â He picked up his phone and was scrolling through some pictures. âYeah, see?â Seungcheol turned his phone screen towards his computer so that you could see. He scrolled through pictures of the scenery of the gym, and some pictures in the mirror.
âI like that one.â You suddenly spoke up with a smirk on your face.
âWhich one?â Seungcheol questioned before looking at his phone to see the one of him completely shirtless In the mirror, showing off his back that was beautifully adorned with muscles and his tattoo that you loved so much. âOh with the tattoo?â He smirked, knowing fully well how much you liked it.
âYeah.â You smirked, cheeks flushing like this was the first time you saw him. Seungcheol always seemed to have that effect on you.
âI didnât go to the gym today, I went shopping instead.â You slightly laughed.
âYeah, I saw the Amex notification.âSeungcheol joked, setting his phone back down. âBuy anything nice?â
You gasped, dramatically covering your face. âSee! That's why I donât like using it all of the time.â Seungcheol always let you use his credit card to treat yourself however you pleased, and sometimes you would buy clothing pieces that heâd like on you. Unfortunately, the notifications always went to his phone.
Seungcheol looked at his phone again, laughing at your dramatics. âItâs not like it shows me what you bought. It just tells me the store.â
âWell youâll be home by evening tomorrow, right?â You questioned. âIâll show you then. Itâsââ
Your voice trailed off as suddenly a notification of a text message popped up at the top of your laptop screen. It was your ex boyfriend, Min Yoongi. For some reason he has been non stop bothering you lately; asking how youâve been, if he can âcatch upâ with you. You ignored every one of his advances thus far, but you hadnât said anything to Seungcheol.
âWhatâs wrong?â Seungcheol instantly noticed the change in your tone and expression. âYou got so quiet all of a sudden.â
You sighed. âCheolie, I hate you fighting my battles for me.â
âItâs my job.â Seungcheol quickly retorted. âWhatâs going on?â
âMy ex boyfriend. Do you remember Yoongi?â Seungcheol nodded. âFor some reason heâs been trying to get a hold of me; texting me like he wants something between us again.â
Seungcheol got closer to his computer, the tone in his voice suddenly deepening. âShow me the texts.â
You picked up your phone, showing him the screen of multiple texts to all of which you did not respond to.
âAnd you didnât respond?â He questioned, reading the texts on your phone as you swiped through.
âNo, I havenât responded to any of them.â You answered.
âOkay.â Seungcheol spoke, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms in front of himself. âI canât get an earlier flight out. But If this happens again, Iâm dealing with him.â
âYeah, fuck yourself on my cock just like that baby.â Seungcheol sighed, looking down at his lap to where his cock was disappearing inside of your wet cunt. âFucking use it.â
Seungcheol brushed your hair off of your shoulders for access to your collarbones; sucking and biting at your skin. You whimpered In response, combing your fingers through his dark hair and giving it a slight tug. That only egged him on more; letting out a low grunt.
Seungcheol gripped onto your hips, angling them forwards so that when you slammed down onto him, his cockhead would be hitting a different spot.
âCheol! Fuck!â You cried out, reaching to hold onto Seungcheolâs sturdy frame before falling into his chest.
âYeah, gonna fucking cum?â Seungcheolâs grip moved to your thighs as you whimpered; your face buried in the crook of his neck. âLook at me, look at me.â
You pulled yourself up, still using him for stability. You couldnât fight your orgasm right now if you tried to.
Until your phone starts ringing, lost somewhere in the tangled bed sheets.
You jump, clearly startled by the ringtone playing at almost full volume.
âThe fuckâŠ.?â Seungcheol muttered, eyes fixated on his wet cock disappearing in between your legs.
âIgnore it.â You hissed, lifting yourself up off of him enough so just the tip was inside of you, only to slowly sink back down to feel every inch of Seungcheolâs cock.
Seungcheol knew that was on purpose, yet he still let out one of the hottest moans to ever come out of his mouth.
âGive me that fucking phone.â Seungcheol spat, putting one arm around you to keep you in place as he rummaged around the sheets to his right.
He managed to find it despite your whining, looking to see that the screen read a phone number across it and not any caller ID.
Seungcheol shot you a glance before swiping the green icon at the bottom of the screen to pick up the call. He then put it on speaker phone.
âWho is this?â The tone in his voice was deep and oddly steady considering that you were still perched up on his lap with his cock inside of you.
âY/N?â The voice on the other side of the phone said your name, startling you. You froze. It was Min Yoongi of all people that could be calling you.
You saw Seungcheolâs jaw clench as he heard another man say your name, but with his free hand he still gave your ass a light smack to keep moving.
âWhy are you calling my girlfriendâs phone? I know who this is.â Seungcheol used his free hand to pinch one of your nipples between your fingers, making you whimper.
âI just wanted to talkâŠâ Yoongiâs voice trailed off and you didnât know what he said only because Seungcheol whispered to you to lie down onto your back.
You followed directions, wincing at the empty feeling between your legs when you were on your back. Seungcheol immediately pushed your knees towards your shoulders and kneeled in front of you, aligning his cock with your entrance once again.
âWe can talk.â Seungcheol spoke to the phone while he was teasing your folds with the tip of his cock. You grabbed a hold the comforter with your left hand, desperate for something to hold onto.
âCheol, fucking put it in. Please.â You whined loud enough to be heard through the phone. Seungcheol had a satisfied look on his face, nodding as he finally pushed himself inside of you slowly enough so you felt everything; all of him.
You threw your head back; arching your back against the bed. Seungcheol put his hand onto your stomach to keep you still, then moved it down slightly to stimulate your clit with his thumb. Letting out a strained moan, you nearly wanted to scream.
âAwful quiet there, Yoongi. Thatâs your name right?â Seungcheolâs voice was so deep that your core clenched around him tight. âWhat happened to talking?â You were sure that the noises of his cock sliding in and out of you could be heard on the phone by now.
âI mean, obviously Iâm a bit busy right now.â
âCheol!â Your voice startled even you. Not quite a scream, but more like a whiny moan. Seungcheolâs body was quickly against yours within mere seconds; with his weight pressing into you.
âMhm, call out my fucking name baby.â Seungcheolâs lips ghosted over yours as he lightly kissed you, then he found your right hand that was gripping onto the comforter and laced his fingers with yours. âLet him and everyone else hear it.â
The call either dropped or your phone died because it was silent, but neither of you were paying any attention.
âCheol! fuck!â You swore, and just like that you were cumming all over his cock; shaking as he kissed you sweetly all over your face.
Seungcheol was on the brink of cumming, and you could tell. So naturally, you used his weakness to your advantage. He always gave in when you begged him to cum inside of you; heâd never tell you no.
âCheolie, cum in meâŠ.please.â You gripped onto his thick arms as he supported himself above you; following your words exactly as his breathing became unsteady.
âShitâŠfuck.â Seungcheol panted, dropping his head and making his hair fall into his face. You couldnât help but let out a whimper at the feeling of him finishing inside of you.
The two of you were silent, and Seungcheol adjusted himself to not drop his entire weight onto you.
âIâm sorry, cheolie.â You muttered, running your fingers through his now messy hair.
He quickly had a concerned look on his face. âFor what, princess? You didnât do anything.â
You slightly laughed at the situation. âMy ex is calling me, literally while weâre having sex.â
Seungcheol was smirking. âYeah, but heâll probably never call again.â He grabbed your hand, kissed the back of it, then kissed your face. âHe should know that youâre mine.â
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Once again I dreamt of Charlie but not that we were together, that we were friends and I wanted him to see how much I love him, but heâs so oblivious ahdjfl
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rotten to the touch; luke castellan
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wc: 3.2k
pairing: pre-tlt luke castellan x f! reader
synopsis: youâre pretty sure youâre an awful person. youâre pretty sure luke castellan is too. and youâre pretty sure you want to make out with him.
warnings: reader is flawed & not the greatest, luke is ... a little darkđ«Ł, small mention of blood, swearing, lots of making out but no explicit nsfw, a bit toxic, & no more more âi can fix himâ or âi can make him worseâ itâs âhe can make ME worseâ
notes: this is⊠sluttier than my usual stuff so itâs not as good but iâm trying, feedback is appreciated! also i wonder what cabin we think this reader would be in, let me know where youâd place her im curious :) maybe iâll write more of her in the future sheâs interesting!! and thank you for 100 followers i am so grateful<3 designated song for this fic is crush by ethel cain
You are a miserable, wicked, asshole of a person, and everybody knows it. Including you.
Itâs unclear to you why you turned out this wayâevery reason to blame never satiates the fury searing your insides. All the campers hate you. The counsellors, too. Even Chiron looks down on the viciousness inside you. You are Camp Half-Bloodâs black sheep; a mean, bitter person with no love for the people around you. And itâs not just for show. You know youâre rotten. You know the anger will never go away.
Itâs evident in the things you think about other peopleâthe way you pick them apart in your head, toss them aside, because they just donât see it. This miserable, unforgiving world, with children sleeping on wooden floors because the people who created you think you disposable. Because they can just make more of you. More, more, more, until one of you comes out rotten, born of all the ugliness they have inside them. You are the worst parts of Godly blood. The wrathful parts.
Everyone hates you. Everyone hates a person with an unquenchable anger.
But everyone loves Luke Castellan.
Heâs a saint at Camp Half-Blood if there ever was one. Handsome, generous, kind. Goes out of his way to help out the new kids and gives them homes in his cabin. Heâs the best swordsman in camp by a mile. Shit, youâd even love Luke Castellan if you didnât know any better.
But you do, and you donât, and itâs complicated, okay?
Because thereâs something you know about Luke Castellan that nobody else does: heâs miserable and wicked, too.
You see it in his eyes sometimes. The way they look at you at dinner, when youâre picking at your food away from anyone else at your table. Something familiar rises in them, and your stomach twists. His body tenses whenever someone mentions his father, but the smiles he flashes are so charismatic nobody notices. But you do. Itâs exciting.
During sword practice, he quips back and forth with the kids and laughs whenever they take a jab at him. Heâs light, easy, carefree. But you see how he holds back, the tension in his shoulder, the way the arc of his sword never fully finishes. So you wait until everybody leaves and heâs alone, with the training dummies and the setting sun. And you. Hiding.
He slashes through them and spears through their heads. You see it, the gnashing of his teeth, the sweat curling down his cheeks. Thereâs something there. A chasm heâs hopeless to fill.
Before you know it, youâre going out of your way to catch him training alone. Itâs creepy, you know, and awful, you know, but the more you watch him the more you see a sort of violence scabbed under his skin.
Whenever you see him now, the feeling you get is entirely foreign to you. Itâs almost . . . longing.
Wherever she is, youâre pretty sure Aphroditeâs having a cosmic fucking laugh. And youâre sure sheâs laughing double tonight.
The Aphrodite cabin is hosting some secret party for the older counsellors. Youâre definitely of age to be a counsellor, but youâve never been made one because that would probably make half the campers drop out. Chiron and Mr. D donât know what to do with you. Youâre sure youâll be kicked out of camp soon for good.
But youâre here anyways, for a reason you donât want to admit, and you stay tucked in a corner as the world around you mingles. Luke is on the other side of the room, lovely as always, laughing with a few other counsellors. He brings a drink up to his lips, and you have a startling thought of what it would be like to kiss him. And youâre fucked. Youâre so fucked. Because for the first time in your life you want something tangible, something real. You want to hear him and feel him and pry him apart, and a part of you wants him to actually see you, see all the awful things that might make you the same. You feel like a teenage girl with a crush, and it is infuriating.
An Aphrodite girl comes up to you with a foolish smile. âHey, sorry, you want a drink?â
âFuck off, you idiot,â you snarl.
You wait for her to leave. She doesnât. âYou know, you donât have to be so mean all the time,â she says evenly. âIf youâre here, you might as well enjoy it. So yes, I want to give you a drink.â
âHave you ever thought that Iâm not being mean? Maybe I just am.â
You glare at her. She looks you up and down. âSure,â she shrugs, walking away. Thereâs a vivid picture in your mind of her falling through a hole in the cabin floor. It doesnât soothe you, but at least the fantasy is there.
The night drones on. Youâre sick of the smells and the laughs and the heat. And youâre sick of yourself. You canât believe, underneath all your sourness, you came here to stare at a boy you barely know, and you donât even know why. Heïżœïżœs fascinating, and you resent him, and heâs also beautiful. But heâs looked back at you all of three times tonight and youâre sick of the way your skin crawls when he does.
Leaving the cabin brings the relief of the cool night air, and the singularity of your body. You are the only one who feels this rage. You are the only one who hates.
To stave off your discomfort you walk around to the back of the cabin, to the crest of the hill facing the water. The stars above twinkle at you in spite. Thereâs a bitterness in your throat you want to wash down with something worse (maybe you should have taken that drink), but you know it wonât matter. Nothing matters. Those stars and whatever they hide are apparently the only important things in the universe, so why should anyone care about anything?
They stars only get brighter. Itâs probably their goal to piss you off. You grunt, âOh, fuck you,â to them. Itâs not enough, never nearly enough to expel the rotten part of you. âFuck you. Fuck off!â You groan at the sky. Nothing happens. Until:
âIâm guessing youâre not having a fun night.â
You whirl around. Itâs hard to see in the dark, but whatever light is left catches a long scar on a cheek. Your stomach knots.
âYeah, me neither,â Luke Castellan says, hands in his pockets as he meanders towards you.
Even when heâs close enough, you donât say anything. If you do, youâre afraid itâll be something ugly. Like I kind of want to make out with you. Are you awful too? I need a lobotomy.
The thoughts almost make you laugh. Been a long time since youâve been funny.
He nods at the sky. âThose things donât talk. You do know that, right?â Heâs still so captivating, so self-assured, even when thereâs no one around but you.
âGods, youâre the worst,â you scoff. You really mean it, so you canât look him in the eye.
âThen why have you been staring at me all night?â
It catches you so off-guard that you whip back to face him. He has an eyebrow raised and the itch of a smile that makes you burn with shame. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
He shrugs, leaning against the cabin wall. âIâm not stupid. Youâve been brooding in the corner watching me the second you came in.â He cocks his head to the side, adding, âActually, you stare at me all the time. At meals and stuff. I really hope you donât think youâre being subtle.â
You huff. âOkay, if weâre really being honest here, you started that! You do it too! All the time!â
His hands shot up like he was being arrested. âHey, I never said I minded it. A guyâs . . . just gotta wonder. Whatâs up with you spying on me when Iâm training alone, anyways?â
âYou have no idea what youâre talking about.â
âYou watch me when thereâs nobody else around. Iâm not blind. Itâs weird. If you want tips you can just ask me. Or if you like what youâre looking at, at least be upfront about it.â
You speak before you can take in that last sentence, or the way his smile took pride in itself when he said it, or how embarrassed you should probably feel. âYou didnât answer my question about why you started staring at me first.â
The anger (shame) blinding you made you forget how close you are to him right now. Close enough to touch, but not enough to see. But almost there. Almost.
âPeople think youâre mean,â Luke says after a moment, his dark eyes probing you. The words curl out of his mouth slowly, like heâs choosing them all with care. âYouâre rude. You never listen to anyone. You judge everything. They all think youâre awful.â Again, he looks you over. âIâm not so sure.â
âIf Iâm awful, then youâre awful,â you spit before he can say anything else.
He just shrugs. âWell, I guess thatâs why Iâm not sure.â
Itâs irritating, his calmness. He has the same anger you do. How come he can just . . . shove it down? You try to unearth any fury in his eyes, but itâs too far back. Simmering. âJesus,â you mutter, âYouâre worse than me.â
He looks genuinely taken aback by this. His scar deepens when his brows wrinkle. âWhat?â
âYouâre a pretenderâthatâs what you are.â Itâs your turn now, to step closer, to make his skin crawl. âLook at you. Everyone loves you. Youâre this perfect golden boy and youâre sweet and attentive and whatever the fuck but you know itâs one giant lie. At least Iâm honest, but you just sit pretty and act like you donât have that . . . thing that I have. Resentment. Insanity. Whatever you want to call it. Weâre the same, but Iâm the only one getting shit for it.â
Now, you are close enough to really see him. The patterns on the wood behind him frame the vision of his ever-shifting face. You realize that this, like most things are to Luke Castellan, is a challenge. You also canât remember the last time you saw him lose one.
But when you play, you play to win.
âYou donât know that,â he dares.
âOh, I do. Youâre rotten, Castellan,â you sneer, index finger jabbed into his chest. You can feel his heartbeat if you concentrate. âAnd youâre not owning up to it, so youâre also a coward.â
However scathing you look, it isnât enough. If anything it only makes Lukeâs manner more playful. Nothing feels playful anymore. Everything, inside and outside of your mind, feels like constant, exhausting war. Maybe thatâs why you donât slap his hand off you when it wraps around your wrist, keeping it pressed to the middle of his chest. His heartbeat thrums through you.
He tilts his face towards you, grinning, âThen why do you want to kiss me?â
All right. What the fuck. It feels like youâve been electrocuted.
âWhat theâwhat are you talking about?â You blunder, but he knows, of course he knows, because thereâs something between the two of you that has been formed and understood by eye contact alone. He can probably read your mind. As much as you donât want to admit it, youâd like to read his just as much.
He cocks his head. âI mean, you did call me pretty,â he teases, and itâs almost endearing. âYouâre pretty like this too.â His other hand comes up to your face, and youâre surprised you donât flinch when his thumb gently smooths the crease in your eyebrows. âDonât call me a coward, heathen. Then weâll both be embarrassed.â
The nickname makes you want to fight, but the touch makes you dizzy. âYou donât want to kiss me, Luke,â you say with all the control you have, which, right now, is increasingly sparse.
âYouâve gotta stop telling people what they want,â he muses. The hand on your wrist traces further down your forearm. The one on your face snakes around your hips. âOne of your more disagreeable qualities.â
His words fan over you. That fire simmering in his eyes has finally come to the surface.
âOne of?â You challenge.
âYou let me make out with you and Iâll give you a whole list.â
You snort, hoping it hides the shortness in your breath. âWhat a charmer you are.â
His lips brush yours. âWell, thatâs what makes me so rotten, isnât it?â
Thereâs hardly time to unravel if thatâs a question or a statement because you grab a fistful of his shirt and he kisses you. Your heart detonates. It is not rotten in the slightest.
His body is warm and firm. You smell the cabin wood and the drink on his breath. It all matters, and none of it does. Youâre warm everywhere as he wraps both arms around your back, and the way he kisses is, unfortunately, exactly how you thought he would. Your hands are tentative in his hair. So is your mouth on his. But Luke is so deliberate in the way he kisses that you know heâs thought about this, too. It makes you all the warmer.
His hand takes your jaw and tilts it up. You know your neck is shaky with breath, and youâre pretty sure heâs admiring it. You donât complain when he presses a kiss to your jaw, then another one, like heâs testing the waters. âYouâre so nice like this,â he mutters almost to himself, thumb running across your neck. âIf only people could see you.â
âThen theyâd see how mean you are too, no?â You huff. âYou donât want that.â
Another kiss to your jaw. âNot yet, sweetheart.â
Whatever feeling is harbouring in your body right now, itâs so fulfilling it almost makes you uncomfortable. You want to reject it. Youâre not supposed to want things. Worse, youâre not supposed to get things. Luke starts marking a path down your neck and you are so determined to enjoy this that youâd kiss a fucking baby if someone asked you to. You might as well be a saint.
He bites the pulse point on your neck, sure to leave a mark, and a shudder rips through you. Youâre pretty sure the bastard starts laughing. You hit his shoulder in retaliation.
âEasy, heathen,â he reprimands in your ear, and you know heâs still smiling.
âDonâtâdonât call me that.â You hate that you start to smile, too, and that your stomach burgeons with butterflies when he pulls back to look at you.
He touches the corner of your upturned mouth, kiss-bitten and red. His expression is boyish. âHard to when it makes your face do that,â he goads. âI thought it was impossible for you to smile.â
âBe quiet.â You thread a hand through his camp necklace and bring him closer. You can almost taste his mouth on yours, but he sweeps past you at the last minute.
He gently tugs your earlobe with his teeth and whispers, âYes maâam.â
Fuck him. Seriously. You might have to.
Itâs a tangle of teeth and hands and smiles kept hidden, as you slip your fingertips beneath his shirt and he does the same, and youâre both angry and greedy and incredibly destructive, but it doesnât matter yet. Now youâre just teenagers fooling around at the back of a party, and itâs the first good thing either of you have had in a long time. Luke leaves you gasping whenever his mouth hits certain places, maybe too many places, and he teases you accordingly. âSo sensitive,â he taunts, pressing his knee between your legs so he can see you squirm. You rake your nails through his scalp and he tilts his head back to groan. It shuts him up for a while.
He bites your neck until you say his name. You trace lines on his stomach till he takes your hand in his own. Youâve been hungry for something your whole life, and you finally have something to sink your teeth into. For better or for worse.
After Hades knows how long, laughter floats out from the front of the cabin. Sounds of feet tripping over each other and muffled goodbyes. You pull away from Luke, chests heaving together. His hair is wild, his shirt crumpled, and he looks entirely satisfied with it. Smug little shit. âPartyâs letting out,â you mutter.
âWhat a damn shame.â His hand rubs your jaw, and itâs too tender a gesture so you angle your head away to peek over the side of the cabin. You barely pay attention to the kids straggling back to their bunks.
âIs now the time you tell me all my horrible qualities?â You ask once youâre ready to look at him again.
He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. âActually, I came up with more since I said that so Iâm pretty sure itâll take more than one night.â He fakes a wince, âMight have to spread it out for a few days.â
You roll your eyes, âOh, you ass.â
âIâll give you one for starters.â You feel like a tornado when he kisses the juncture between your jaw and your neck. âYour hands are too cold.â Theyâre tucked underneath his shirt right now, pressed against his back. You donât move them. âAnd,â he adds, âyouâre incredibly crass.â
âThanks, dipshit.â
âThank you for proving my point, heathen.â
The commotion at the front gets louder, and you know your time to go undiscovered runs short. âYou meet me again tomorrow, and I start telling you the rest?â He raises his brows.
The prospect both repulses and excites you, although perhaps theyâre hand-in-hand. You tentatively reach up to trace the scar on his face. A faint, jagged line that holds scripture within it. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. âEven though Iâm rotten?â You ask, and thereâs an echo of mischief in your voice, too.
Heâs got a strange expression when he looks at you. âThatâs not true.â
He leans down, angles his head to kiss you. Itâs slow, but bitter, and he bites down on your lip until youâre pretty sure thereâs blood. âLuke,â you murmur, and he kisses you softer. You lean into him like a hapless, lovesick fool.
After you part, he loosens his grip on you. The bumbling campers have gotten louder. He stares at you, and you see the chasm in his eyes again, brimming with fire. Same as yours. You know youâll see him tomorrow.
He says, âYouâre not rotten. Youâre right.â
And damn it, you really do believe him.
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THINKING ABOUT SOFT DOM!TOJI.
WARNINGS: smutâsoft dom!toji, vaginal sex, big dick toji, creampie, unprotected sex, size kink (i guess?), praise, pet names (doll, baby, princess), use of âslutâ (twice), use of âbitchâ (once). this has absolutely no plot lol.
SUMMARY: toji is not known for being a gentle lover. but sometimes, once in a blue moon, it happens. the stars collide, the planets align and suddenly heâs treating you like his princess. donât get too comfy tho, heâs still a bastard even in his softest moments.
TAGS: @driaswrld
A/N: my first jjk post ever ahhhh bye im doing cartwheels. reblogs are appreciated!
Toji's eyes softened as he watched the tiny tears welling in your eyes, realizing that the pleasure was almost too much for you to handle. He caressed your cheek gently, grazing your tears with his thumb.
"Shh, sâalright, doll," he whispered soothingly, his voice gentle and comforting. "I got ya. We can take it even slowerâŠâ
Toji began to withdraw, his movements feverishly slow and temptative, easing the pressure on your sensitive walls, making you feel a familiar warmness building up withing you.
His lips pressed against your forehead, his voice filled with reassurance. "Big breaths, doll. Feel it, let yourself adjust, baby. We don't have to rushâŠyeah, thatâs it."
Toji wasnât a very gentle lover when it came to sex. He was all about spanking, hair-pulling, light choking, hickeys, dirty talkâŠyou name it. But once in a blue moon, heâd change his ways with you on the bed.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Shallow thrusts, small whimpers leaving your lips and his ragged breaths filling the room. Your wetness coating his cock, his balls sticking to your slick cunt with each thrust. It was all too good for you to not roll your eyes back in pleasure. He peppered soft kisses along your neck, his dark hair grazing your skin making you tickle.
You were in heaven.
âTojiâ just like that, pleaseâŠâ You moan as he thrusts slowly, stretching your tight walls at a slow yet agonizing pace. Your legs locked around his waist, keeping him on a lock thatâd drive him crazy as always.
âLike that, huh? Yâlike this feeling, donât ya?â he mumbles, âBeing stretched up by me, gettinâ your pretty pussy pounded? Such a good slut. My good slut.â
You couldnât help but let out small whimpers of pleasure, and his name slipping out of your lips like a prayer. It made him feel powerful. It made him feel like his only purpose was thisâ to make you drench in pleasure, to drive you over the edge of lustful insanity.
His lips curled into that well-known smirk of his as he listened to your pleas. He changed his pace, his thrusts slow and deliberate, relishing in the tightness of your walls, the way they clenched around him with each hard thrust.
He loved making you feel this way. He loved the feeling of your nails scratching his broad backâto see the marks the next morningâ, he loved the way you arched your back as if to seek for more, he loved how you looked so tiny under the man he was.
He savored the feeling of your warmth enveloping him, the way you clenched around him like crazy in response to his movements.
His hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. He circled it slowly, teasingly, intensifying the pleasure that you were feeling
"Tell me, princess," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky. "Does this feel good, huh?"
âFeels so good. So good, Tojiâfeel so fullâ you moan at both the feeling of his fingers circling your clit and him inside you, âOh, Toji, right there!â
Oh, how he loved hearing that.
His fingers continued to circle your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send jolts of pleasure through your body. He increased the pace of his thrusts, his movements becoming more intense as desire coiled tightly within him as well.
"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice filled with raw desire. "Feel me, all of me."
His hips met yours, each thrust hitting that sweet spot that made your toes curl and dig your nails deeper onto his back.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You're so fucking sexy when you're like this, doll. Moaning my name, begging for more. Like a bitch in heatâ
There he is. No matter how loving, how patient, how smooth or how gentle he tries to be, he still has that demon inside him. You canât blame himâ because you like it.
His movements grew more forceful, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he chased his own release, and yours as well. You could feel the familiar tightness coiling in you, driving you closer to the edge, making your walls squeeze him.
âHoly fuck, doll!â he gritted between his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again,âYouâre squeezing me sâtight, damn itâ Iâm not gonna last long if ya keep it like thatâ
He gripped your hips firmly, his hands guiding your movements as your legs locked around his waist. His thrusts grew more relentless, hitting deeper and harder with each stroke.
âT-Tojiii,â you whined, squeezing your eyes shut as you bit your lip, âIâm gonna cum! âPlease, pleaseâ cum inside me!â you whisper, almost breathless as your mind tries to form sentences.
As your legs shake, he holds you steady, ensuring that you're fully supported as you feel the waves of pleasure crashing down onto you.
Itâs not long before he breaths in sharply, a small grunt coming out of his lips as he feels heâs letting go as well.
His forehead rests on your shoulder as he gives the last sloppy thrusts, breathing fast as he cums inside youâjust like you asked him to.
For a moment, time stood still as the intensity of your orgasms consumed you both. He was still inside you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tried to regain his composture, at least.
He gathered you in his arms, pulling you close in a tender embrace. "You were incredible, princess" he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "So fucking good. But weâre not done yetâ just gimme 5 minutes and iâll show ya moreâ he said, chuckling to himself.
Oh, you were in for another sleepless night.
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pairing: bf!peter x reader
synopsis: peter likes having you close to him. all the time
wc: 630 ish
a/n: surprise! another one oops. im rlly bored can u tell? cuddling prompt with peter. reader is a cheeky and annoying lil shit. one office reference. i saw a tiktok about this a long time ago and thought this would be a cute idea to write about. also does anyone know how cuddling works tho?? if ur laying on ur side, do u just lay on top of the arm ur crushing on? under a pillow? idk lol. anyways i hope u like :D
there's an ache settling in your right side that wakes you up from your sweet slumber. your head lays atop peterâs soft chest, his steady heartbeat against your ears. it was what lulled you to sleep in the first place. but with peterâs body practically being your own personal heater, the warm air filling the room, and the prominent soreness resting on your side, you began to feel uncomfortable.
âpete,â you whisper.
peter is entirely unfazed. his hold on you is strong. his face is towards you, mouth slightly ajar, letting out the softest of snores and drool out the corner of his mouth. although you love your cuddles with peter, you think he could actually suffocate you in your sleep. the boy loved to sleep, especially on top of you.
your limbs are tangled together. your left leg slung around his waist, arms around his torso, while his buff arms embrace your shoulders protectively.
ever so slightly, you begin to move your leg, retreating it back to your side as you push against his body and establish a more comfortable position. you snuggle further into peter as sleep wins you over once again.
it only lasts for a second when you wake from your boyfriendâs murmurs, he seems to talk in his sleep when he whispers your name. he huffs loudly and smacks his lips a couple of times with his brows furrowed. you feel his warm hand reach for the back of your knee to bring it over his crotch.
a confused look paints your face as you gaze up toward him. heâs asleep as dead. did he really just do that? you almost laugh out loud. his quirky behavior never fails to amuse you and has your stomach going in flips. he just wants you close to him. :(
but you think youâre funny, so you test out that theory one more time, this time blatantly stripping your leg away from him.
this gets a reaction out of peter. he seems to wake when he gusts an impatient breath, ânoâ and grabs your knee again, forcefully holding it against him.
in disbelief, youâre unable to contain your burst of laughter as you hold yourself up with one arm and stare at him wide-eyed, âwhat is wrong with you?â
âphâshhhâ peter knits his brows together, his eyes shut tight with a cute pout, as he blindly brings a hand to your face and gently shoves your head back against your pillow.
âpeter-â âshut up.â he feels you lick the palm of his hand, âyuck,â but he doesnât care to move it away from you. itâs only when you swat his hand away and settle back down against him to give him peace of mind. only for a moment, though. you have fun annoying peter, almost like a hobby. heâs halfway asleep when he feels you aggressively snatch your leg away from his hold.
ây/n!â peter groans, âstop it.â this time, your boyfriend pushes you on top of him, your entire body weight lays over his while he keeps a tight grasp on you, making sure to keep your leg over his waist and your head upon his chest.
his irritation riles you up, and youâre giggling through it all.
peterâs not having it though, not at all. he heaves another deep breath through his mouth, with the same grumpy look on his face, âwhy are you the way you are?â
you gasp, âme?!â âyes, you.â
not done yet, you flick his forehead, âyou know, youâre so annoying sometimes, pete.â
he scoffs, âoh yea?â
âyea. a total pain in the-â
peter shoves his hand against your face and into his chest one last time, âass.â
you decided youâve had your fun but youâre too delighted to go back to sleep. too delighted to know that the boy you love and cherish always wants to be impossibly close to you all the time, conscious or not.
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my english love affair
cw: MDNI+18, f!reader, strangers to lovers, soulmates au, fluff, smut, maybe slight angst? depends on how you see it lol, fingering (f), penetration, soft dirty talk, a lot (like a lot) of kissing and sharing long gazes, whipped lando again bc im obsessed sorry.
now playing: english love affair by 5sos, let me by zayn.
notes: omg this took so long đ i'm not really confident abt my smut, i feel like i'm writing fluff way better but i hope you like it!! i might write a part 2, let me know if you like this one! enjoyđ€
requested by anon | requests open!
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âwhen the lights go out, she's all i ever think, i can't forget my english love affair, today i'm seven thousand miles awayâ
the thought of finally going back to his f1 driver life fills lando with excitement. sure, lando loves england â it's his home, after all. but nothing can compare to the rush he feels when he's in an f1 car, traveling all around the world and meeting his fans.
for his last night town, lando's friends convinced him to hit the club. normally, he prefers staying in to rest before the start of the season but a little fun doesn't hurts, right? he won't have much time to do it during the grand prix.
despite his fame, lando still gets surprised when someone recognizes him, especially at the club. he knows he's known for his looks, and he's aware of the attention from admirers, but it still catches him off guard in real life. sometimes, the attention can be overwhelming, especially when he just wants to have a good time with his friends and ends up with some overly clingy girls.
lando decides to excuse himself, seeking some fresh air. the pressure of the coming season is getting to him, and the situation doesn't help. he finds a quiet spot with a few people smoking and making out, leans against the wall, and closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a relieved sigh.
suddenly, a voice startles him from his thoughts, "did your friends force you to come here too?" his head jerks towards you, and you're standing beside him, out of nowhere. he takes time to answer, surprised by your unexpected presence. after realizing that he left you without any response, he clears his throat, a bit confused, "nah, just needed some fresh air" he mumbles, a small smile forming on his lips. you chuckle slightly, and comment "not surprised, having so many girls fawning over you must be exhausting", there's a small hint of tease in your voice that makes lando's smile grows.
finally, as he turns to study your features under the soft glow of the night lights, lando finds himself entranced by your captivating beauty, the grace of your features leaving an indelible impression on him. he can't help but get lost in your eyes shining in the dim illumination, making it difficult for him to look away. it takes him a good minute to quickly look away, thanking the night for hiding his rosé cheeks.
he gazes at the sky, trying to think of something to say that doesn't sound awkward â and also trying to get his shit together. he suddenly feels the need to make a good impression. "i mean, it's not that i don't appreciate the attention, but wow, they can be quite persistent."
his hands find their way into the pockets of his jacket, and his eyes avoid meeting yours, fearing he might get lost in them again. "yeah, i know. they're my friends," you say with a small chuckle, not because he's making fun of them, but more because of the use of the term 'friends.'
lando's eyes widen, and he turns to you, 'i'm sorry, i didn't mean to-' but he stops himself, looking down, feeling too embarrassed to find the right words. you laugh softly and move closer to him, your shoulders brushing and lando can feel his body tense up due to the closeness.
"hey, it's okay. i don't really consider them my friends, anyway," you say nonchalantly and lando lets out a sigh of relief, a smile slowly spreading on his face. "wow, that's nice for them", you both laugh and lando doesn't miss the way you subtly lean into him, your shoulders finally touching. he turns his head away from you, clearing his throat once more, trying to control the warmth spreading through his body.
"hey", you suddenly call out after a minute of tranquil silence and lando dares to meet your gaze, instantly regretting when he's captivated by your radiant eyes. he finds himself unable to look away and you both share an intense, unspoken connection, as if you've known each other for years. everything feels perfectly right at this moment.
"wanna get out of here?" you finally suggest, your words barely more than a whisper, your focus entirely on lando's mesmerizing eyes. you take his hand, both fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces and you let him drag you in the dark streets.
after a walk filled with stolen gaze and silly conversations, you found yourself on lando's couch, engrossed in his f1 souvenirs and you have never felt so much passion, feeling your heart soften every time your see that sparkles in his eyes. lando never thought that his night will end up like this. sure, he might ended up with a girl from the club like he usually do, but this time was different. he never really experienced this; having sweet and innocent conversations with a stranger from a club. the atmosphere is tranquil yet there's a subtle tension in the air.
lando couldn't help but be his flirty self, playfully teasing you from time to time. however, your responses makes him somewhat nervous â it's a new sensation to him, having a girl making him feel this way. perhaps it's the way you gazes at him with patience and attention, your lovely smile that you share generously with him or how closely you listen to his random f1 stories. lando and you end up scrolling through photos in his phone, with him recounting the stories behind each one. he couldn't help but feel his heart melt your reactions; your smiles, your laughs, and your curiosity as you ask for more details and share your own anecdotes.
a soothing silence descended, and the two of you sit beside each other, thighs and shoulders lightly touching. lando struggles to contain the fluttering feeling in his stomach when you turn to look at him. he dares to meet your gaze, trying to focus on your eyes rather than your enticing lips. lost in each other eyes, you can't tear your gazes away. a brand new emotion envelops both of you, one that's strangely familiar yet undeniably unique, as though destiny has brought you together in this very moment and lando can't help but wonder if soulmates might actually exist.
you finally speak, after what feels like an eternity, in a soft voice, "you can kiss me, lando", you whisper like it's a secret. lando stomach tighten and he don't even take the time to answer, gently placing his hand on your cheek to pull you for a shy kiss. your lips discover each other, timidly and your hands instinctively slides around his neck to pull him closer.
you can't seem to get enough of each other, savoring every moment as you explore each other's mouths. lando's hand venture on your hips, and the chill of his touch sends shivers down your spine, as you suppress a soft moan in your throat. the kiss grows more intense, both of you yearning for more. without the need for words, you share an unspoken understanding of each other's needs, as if you've been intimately connected for ages. out of breath, you both finally pull away, foreheads touching, sharing a playful gaze, giggling and blushing like teenagers experiencing their very first kiss.
after one last sweet peck on the lips, lando takes your hand and stands, guiding you towards the bedroom, careful not to stumble due to both your impatience and the lingering dizziness of that passionate kiss.
not wasting time, he gently guides you onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you. he can't resist the urge to pause and admire you, your eyes shimmering in the soft glow of the dim lights. before he gets lost in that gaze, his eyes roam to study every detail of your face, causing you to blush and squirm beneath him. your arms tighten around his neck, and you chuckle, bringing lando back to the present. "like what you see?" you whisper, stealing a smile from him as he draws closer, his lips teasingly brushing against yours. "oh, absolutely," he murmurs before capturing your lips in a kiss. this time, it feels different; electrifying.
lando's hands slips, beneath your dress, and this time a whimper escapes your lips, making lando smirk through the kiss. his hands dares to explore the skin of your thighs, creating an unusual feeling in your stomach â and making your pussy slightly throb. your fingers finds their way into his curls, gripping onto them as the kiss becomes messier; your tongues dancing together.
"just take it off already" you huff and puff, seeing lando struggling and he lets out a chuckle "damn, someone is impatient", he says, teasing you, before finally taking your dress off. his eyes travel your body, and you've never felt so vulnerable, your cheeks burning. lando let out an unwanted groan, completely loving the view and he stares a bit too long until you pull him for another kiss to put him out of his thoughts. he takes a moment to kiss you back and it's your turn to slide your hands beneath his shirt, playing with the lines of his abdomen, making him moan softly against your lips.
after a good minute of kissing and touching, you finally take off his shirt and his pants, on the way, leaving you both in your underwear. lando leaves kisses along your jawline, going down to your chest, his hand sliding in your back to unbutton your bra and the way your boobs bounce out of it makes lando groan, feeling his erection grows. your grip on his hair gets tighter as you watch him play with your nipples, flicking it and licking it and the view drives you crazy.
you moan his name softly, pulling on his hair to make him look at you and you share a long stare, full of lust, both craving for more. you pull him for a sloppy kiss, trying to show how impatient you are and lando gets the message, pulling down your panties and getting rid of his boxers.
lando's mouth leaves yours and is replaced by his fingers, stealing a whimper from you. your eyes meets his as you suck on his fingers and, if they could, his eyes would burn holes into yours. lando found himself getting more and more impatient, the way you suck on his fingers with that irresistible look making it harder for him to contain it.
pulling out his fingers out of your mouth and without leaving your eyes for a second, his two fingers found your hole, slipping gently in it and you throw instinctively your head backwards, a moan escaping your mouth. lando take a good look at you in that position before taking the opportunity to leave kisses on your exposed neck, fighting the urge to suck on it to not leave marks, not wanting to overstep your boundaries.
"feeling okay?" he whispers softly, his breath hitting your skin, making it difficult for you to fight the whimpers escaping your mouth. lando takes a minute to look at you, to make sure that you don't feel any pain or discomfort.
"mmh'yes, you can move, please oh my god" you desperately says and lando can't help but pull you for another messy kiss. his fingers start moving in you, stretching your walls and you become a moaning mess, your eyes closing and lando takes advantage of it to admire you, his moves getting faster and faster.
"are you close, princess?" he murmurs close to your lips, feeling your body trembling and hearing the way your moans gets louder. you can only shake your head; feeling the bottom of your stomach getting warmer and the nickame almost make you choke on your moans. lando slows down to make scissors movements, his thumb rubbing your clit to help you reach your climax. he can't take off his eyes of you, inspecting every aspect of your face; the way your face crunches and your mouth is slightly open to let multiple sounds out of it. he could almost come just by this sight, his own crotch getting bigger.
with a loud and long moan, you finally climax, arching your back and lando plant soft pecks on your neck, whispering sweet words to you and telling you how good you're doing. breathless, you absently stroke his hair and close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the beat of your heart but lando makes it hard; his hands traveling your body and his lips attached to the skin of your neck.
the sudden emptiness when lando pulls out his fingers make you whimper and he lift his head to meet your gaze â he lost count of how many times he got lost in your eyes tonight. your hand make its way to his cock and the sudden touch makes lando slightly startle, a groan leaving his mouth. before you start stroking it, his hand comes to stop you immediately and you look at him, confused and with a hint of worry; silently asking him if you did something wrong.
"wanna fuck you now or i might go crazy", he says, almost whimpering and you slightly laugh, pulling his face closer to yours. "someone is impatient huh", you tease, a small smirk forming on your lips and he can't help but mirror that smirk. "how can i not when you look at me like that?" he takes your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you again, his body getting closer and his cock brushing on your pussy makes you both moan through the kiss. you take his dick, once again, in your hand to guide it through your hole this time. and slowly, he penetrates you, a long groan escaping his lips at how tight you feel around him and you break the kiss to moan loudly.
"so fucking tight, baby, just for me", he mumbles close to your lips and you can't even answer, too overwhelmed by the way he's filling you â and his dirty words. when you finally adjust, he doesn't waste any minutes and start moving. you both moan in unison, holding into each other like your life depends on it. he watches you go crazy over his cock; the way your eyes gets watery, the way you hold into the sheets â your other hand too busy pulling his hair â, the way you can't control the continuous moans, his name slipping out of your mouth from time to time and encouraging him to go deeper into you. and he does go deeper, slowing down the pace to thrust into you as deep as he can, reaching your sensitive spot.
"right here? like that, baby?" he moans, feeling you tightening around him. his voice makes it harder for you to hold your growing orgasm. your hand leaves the sheets to hold onto his shoulder, your nails crawling into his skin. lando suddenly feels the urge to look at you in the eyes â maybe because his orgasm is getting close too. his hand finds a way to your neck, his fingers wrapping around it gently "look at me, angel", he says in a husky voice that could make you come at any moment. struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to hold his gaze, the way he's looking at you making you insane.
his thrusts gets faster and you can't control the sounds escaping from your mouth anymore. you look away for a moment, too overwhelmed and lando's hand travels to your face, cupping it gently to keep it straight "eyes on me, love". you obey, meeting his gaze and it's all too much for you.
you don't even have to use words for lando to understand that you're getting close, the way your eyes gets watery and your body shakes is enough. with his hand going back to your throat, lando accompany you into your orgasm, enjoying the way you scream his name and you manage to hold his gaze. his own orgasm comes a few minutes after yours and he makes sure to pull out before ejaculating, his groans echoing in the room. he immediately falls besides you and you both just stay like this: his leg over yours, your hand still in his hair as you try to catch your breath. lando uses his last drops of strength to grab a tissue from the nightstand and clean his fresh cum on your stomach.
he pulls you close again, linking your legs together and letting you play with his hair. the silence is so peaceful; the warm of your bodies making you both relax immediately. a smile unconsciously forms on lando's lips at the sight of your tired face, your eyes shining in the almost dark atmosphere of the night. you look back at him, smiling back and giggling, making lando raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"what's so funny?" he says, fighting the smile growing on his lips. "i just slept with the lando norris", you tease and lando groans, hiding his face in his arm. "i knew you were a fan!" he replies playfully, playing along. you laugh in sync and lando's heart feels at peace; all the worries about the incoming season completely forgotten. your hand gently plays with his curls as you absently stare at the ceiling, an unbeatable smile on your face.
lando, on the other side, can't take his eyes off you, watching you slowly fall asleep and enjoying your fingers in his hair. and just before you completely close your eyes, you turn to him, offering him a last kiss; so tender and passionate that your hearts both might burst out of your chests. pulling out, lando watches you fall asleep, not fighting the smile on his face anymore.
he usually struggles to sleep before an important day but this time, his mind is only filled with you and this night spent by your side. and just like that, it's lando's turn to meet the sandman.
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with a groan, lando struggles to reach and silence the blaring alarm. the morning sunlight aggressively shines through the curtain, making him shield his face with his arm, staying in half asleep state for a minute as he gradually gets out of it.
then it suddenly hits him; you're no longer beside him.
lando suddenly starts to panic, jolting him into full wakefulness. he springs out of the bed and desperately search for any signs of you in every room of his apartment but you're nowhere to be found. he mutters curses under his breath, passing a hand to his messy hair â the thought of you messing his hair last night making him even more frustrated. defeated, he returns to the bedroom, his gaze falling on the tousled sheets where everything happened. as lando realizes that he didn't even ask for your name, frustration festered within him, causing him to clench his hair.
however, amidst his self reproach, a small piece of paper on the nightstand catch his attention, and he immediately rushes to it.
"we will meet again, i promise. you're going to kill it, lovely boy. y/n, x"
lando can't even fight the smile creeping on his lips, his heart softening â it was beating way too fast just by the thought of not even knowing your name. he sinks back onto the bed, your smell immediately hitting him and making him even happier. he reads those few words repeatedly and his hands falls onto his chest, holding the paper close to his heart as he whispers your name again and again, savoring its melodious sound. lando can't help but tell himself that soulmates might exist.
"i am going to kill it,", lando murmured to himself, a foolish grin etching on his face.
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rafe meeting shy readerâs parents for the first time
im thinking of right after... âĄ
truth be told, you had been really nervous about the whole thing. rafe was a great boyfriend to you, but sometimes a bit too blunt. you worried your parents might not like him as much as you do, that they might not be okay with your new relationship.
and though you now understood that there was no force in the world that could keep you away from him, you still wanted your parents to like him. which, of course, they did. he charmed them easily, bringing a bottle of their favorite red and flowers for your home. he struck up easy conversation with your dad about business and how lovely your house was with your mom.
all in all, perfect. while your parents loaded the dishwasher, you excused the two of you, insisting you needed to give rafe some of his stuff back from upstairs.
when you get him into your bedroom, you close the door, pushing him against it and leaning in for a hot kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down and against you, tongues wet against each other, with your biting down on his lip until he pulls away.
"hey, hey. easy. they're right down there."
"i don't care," you mumble, lovestruck. you pull him in again, mind going completely blank except for a want to keep rafe's lips on yours. he manhandles you a little, pushing away from the door to at least get further into your bedroom.
he only gets you pushed against another wall, legs wrapping themselves around rafe's waist automatically, pressing yourself against him in a way that has him concerned.
"woah, woah, hold on, kid. we're going back down for dessert, can't have it obvious-"
"who cares about dessert?" you protest, and you look up at him with your pretty eyes filled with lust, chest heaving in the pretty sundress he'd been admiring all night. you're flushed and warm, overcome with a wanting for rafe that needed to be satisfied now, though you're even a little confused yourself where it stemmed from.
"really? you wanna fuck with your parents downstairs?"
"is that so wrong? we do it at tannyhill.."
"no one's around at tannyhill. c'mon, calm down. i don't need them hatin' me already. they just started likin' me."
you sigh a breath of protest, shoulders falling, but you don't complain. you still stalk back up, close to your boyfriend, putting your hands on his shoulders, looking up with your swollen lips and fluttery eyes.
"i knew they'd like you. y'know, i like you too.. a lot."
"yeah, kid. i can tell."
"i jus' wanna show you how much i like you, s'all." your words are becoming a little slurred, eyes a little dazed, lips a little pouty. you lean up for another kiss, gentle this time, moaning into his mouth while your nails grip rafe's arm through his pressed button up.
"c'mon baby. you're gonna get me in trouble," rafe says when he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. he can make out the sound of the faucet shutting, the fridge opening to retrieve the cake you'd made earlier.
"not if we're quick, right?" you rake your nailsâfreshly done today, pink and pretty just how he likesâagainst rafe's chest. "and i can be quiet... right?" you lean in again, pressing a hot kiss to rafe's jaw. "no one has to know-"
in hindsight, it was a mistake letting himself get swayed by you like this. he blamed your boldness this time, usually too shy to ask for what you want, just relying on rafe to give it to you. but he's still a man, one madly in loveâat thatâand he doesn't think he can resist you if he tries.
rafe ends up in a position he's not used toâlying on his back on your soft, sweet-smelling sheets, against a pillow and next to a stuffed teddy. you're on top, your dress hiked up and panties yanked to the side. the top is pushed down just enough to show him your tits, one of his ringed fingers teasing your nipple while the other guides your hips.
you're close already, he can tell, the way your entire body trembles, how you're biting your lip so hard it's about to bleed to keep yourself silent. besides for the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your whimpers, the room is silent. it's not gonna take much, but he decides to give it to you anyways.
his grip tightens, thrusting up and fucking into you hard, controlling the pace. your hands which had been lying flat on his chest to hold yourself up, were abandoned to cover your mouth instead, his eyes glued to where he was sliding inside of you.
"c'mon, kid. fuck. you wanted it, didn't ya? gotta be quick, then. shit." you clench around his dick, a strangled moan escaping your lips. he has half a mind to push your face into the mattress and fuck you from behind, but it's gonna have to wait.
you're getting close. he's getting close. another second of rafe fucking you like this, with you on top but still having no control, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars and have your eyes rolling back. you're so close you can taste it, gushing around his dick and knowing he's gonna fill you up with the way he goes faster, until you hear a knock on the door.
"honey? rafe? dessert's ready."
"god! m'coming!"
ten minutes later, you're eating chocolate cake with rafe's cum spilling out of you, probably dripping down your thigh and making a mess. his hair is a mess, your lips swollen. you catch his eye while he's shoving cake in his mouth and neither of you can hold back your laughter.
your parents haven't noticed anything yet, but you can't make eye contact with them for a week after.
but it was definitely worth it.
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hi there! if ure comfy, maybe ace and somno of youre comfortable w/ that kink đđ either being the one asleep or the one acting upon it if that make sense!
A/N: Absolute FILTH. I love it. you get both :) because im feral for this man
Characters: fem reader x Ace
Cw: NSFW- Minors pls leave, consented somnophillia (fucking someone while theyâre asleep) from both parties, orgasms, creampie, praising
Total word count: 1k
Just Keep Going
âYou literally fell asleep on me last night!â you whined. Luckily it was only the two of you at the breakfast table. âI was so close and then suddenly youâre asleep on the bed!â
Ace shrugged. âI canât help it, sometimes that just happens.â
âIn the middle of-!â
âIâll tell you what,â Ace sighed, leaning in close so only you could hear him. âNext time, just keep going until you finish, okay?â he purred, his voice sweet in your ear. âAs long as I can do the same when I wake up.â
Your mind raced, thinking about the possibilities that came with this agreement. The thought made a shiver run down your spine. âDeal.â
--
âFuck,â you moaned out, grinding against him to push his cock deeper inside your cunt as you sat atop him. âAce, right there-â
Soft snores filled your ears, and you peeked down at Ace to find his eyes shut.
âOh, you bastard,â you whispered harshly. âWake up!â
You leaned down, kissing his jawline and his neck, trying to stir him back to consciousness. But when Ace was asleep, he was dead to the world.Â
Still, his thick cock was erect inside you, and as you slowly moved up and down, you couldnât help but think back to what he had said the other day. He would get his turn. Now you wanted yours.Â
You picked up the pace, finding just the right angle for his tip to kiss your sensitive spot. You couldnât help but let out soft moans at the delightful feeling, and your own fingers trailed down to rub circles against your clit, causing you to tighten more around him.Â
The combined feelings were too intense, and ecstasy washed over you as you spasmed around his cock, still perked inside you. You rocked against him slowly, trying to draw out your orgasm as long as you could.Â
When you finally pulled yourself off of him, you could see he was coated in your slick, and you ached to go another round. But you didnât want to be greedy, so you settled against his warm body, skin to skin, and fell asleep.Â
--
Ace woke with a start, trying to thrust into a body that was no longer on top of him. He mustâve fallen asleep again, and he cursed himself for being so careless.
But he could feel your body next to him, curled into his side. He could see you illuminated by the moonlight, your body not obstructed by any pesky clothing.Â
Fuck, he wanted you.Â
Trying his best not to wake you, he pulled himself away from you, and then positioned himself over top of you.Â
He bent down, gently sucking on your neck and moving lower to your breasts. His lips covered your nipple and his tongue swiped across it, causing it to perk up.Â
You let out a soft moan in response, shifting in the bed underneath him so you were now laying on your back.Â
God, you looked so pretty laid out like that for him, ripe for the taking. He gently guided your legs apart, and was thrilled to find a pool of wetness already forming there.Â
âEven asleep, youâre so eager,â he whispered, placing little kisses across your breasts.Â
âAce?â You mumbled, eyelids fluttering softly.Â
âShhhh, go back to sleep,â he cooed, brushing your hair out of your face. âItâs all right.â
You let out a wordless grumble in response, but your body stilled, and he waited a few moments before he continued.Â
He guided your legs just far enough apart for him to move between them, and then slowly pushed himself inside of you. He watched your face carefully for any signs of motion. Every time your face twitched, he paused and waited for you to adjust. But even asleep, you took him so well. Â
He tried to go slow, he really did. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you. He moved slowly, resisting the urge to bottom out and fill you to the brim. And he was doing well controlling his urges, for the most part.
And then you let out the cutest little whimper, and he felt your walls contract around him for just an instant. And he couldnât hold back anymore.Â
âFuck,â he whispered, pushing himself fully into you. He gently bit down against your shoulder, trying to keep himself from moaning any louder.Â
His hips moved on their own; he was unable to stop them, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.Â
âAce?â you whined, groggy and confused.Â
âIâm sorry baby,â he whispered, kissing your forehead. âI didnât mean to wake you. I just-fuck-â
Your walls tightened around him again, and he could feel your hips moving under him to try and get him deeper inside you.Â
Fingernails raked against his back as you attempted to ground yourself. You loved this feeling, being woken up to Aceâs cock pounding into you relentlessly. Your head spun as he fucked you deeper and harder, letting all care go now that he knew you were awake.
You were close, and you knew he was too. His rhythm was starting to get erratic and unsteady. You clenched around him, your fingernails digging deeper into his back, and finally a wave of relief washed over you.Â
Your own orgasm mustâve sparked his, because a moment later you felt him stutter inside of you, filling you with his seed. He let out a long, shaky breath; the two of you relishing in your high together.Â
âShit,â he whispered, covering your face with kissing as you gave him a sleepy giggle. âSorry to wake you.â
âDonât be sorry,â you murmured. âI think I found my new favorite way to wake up.â
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"đđđđ đđđ đœđ đđâŠđđŒđđđđđđđ? đ„č"
How do you celebrate Valentine's Day with your boyfriends?
ft. AVENTURINE, VERITAS RATIO, ARGENTI x GN Reader
content. SWF, very much fluff!! Reader's in a relationship with the characters, No confessions just how they spoil you during Valentines Day, :> Ratio is mentioned as Veritas because how am i suppose to write "Dr. Ratio" with a straight face
notes. Can u tell im single because of how im writing fanfic for fictional characters on Valentines day? đ€Ą Wish i could've added Sunday but I want to get to know his character better before writing him <33 my pookie <33
ft. AVENTURINE
When it comes to Valentine's Day, Aventurine can be a bit excessive...
It's not like you don't appreciate the gifts that he gives you, but the prices always make your jaw drop. What do you mean he got you 20,000 credits worth of roses just for you? They don't even look that special to begin with!
And don't even get started on all the cheesy things he do for you. The amount of chocolate he gets you, or when he takes millions of pictures with you with his "professional photographer" and pick the worst photo of you to put in his wallet is just one of the million things he does that day.
"Aventurine!" You whine, trying to pry out the photo of yourself and him out of his gloved hand. "Your not seriously planning on using that photo!"
Aventurine cocks his head, feigning innocence as he asks sweetly, "What's wrong with it, babe? I think it looks cute!"
"CUTE? I look like I'm about to sneeze!" Your baffled expression makes Aventurine laugh, his hypnotic amethyst eyes twinkling with amusement.
"That's what makes it cute." Aventurine giggles as you make a face.
ft. VERITAS RATIO
Honestly, the first time you celebrate Valentines Day you tried, and damn did you try, to Veritas to enjoy the holiday
You had taken him to a carnival and had even won him a huge teddy bear, taken him to dinner, bought him roses, (tried) to feed him chocolate. But he was tougher to crack than an oyster
However, he was nice enough to give you a perfectly scripted thank-you note, giving his gratitude for the stuffed teddy that you got for him. (You saved that note in your drawer, cherishing it like a sacred tome)
"Soooo," You grin, eyes alight as you giggle. "has this movie effectively swoon you over with the power of love?" In your hand dangled the remote for the T.V, as you lounged on the couch next to Veritas.
"Get that silly grin off your face." Pink eyes glared at yours with annoyance. "Sometimes I even wonder why I'm dating an imbecile such as yourself."
"Oh c'mon! I thought I saw a glimmer of a teardrop in your eyes when we were reaching the end of the film." You fold your arms across your chest, a slight pout on your face as you lean into him.
Veritas rolled his eyes, but a fond smile played on his face as he saw you pout, squeezing your cheeks as he mused, "It was amateur, at best."
ft. ARGENTI
Bro goes above and beyond when it comes to Valentine's Day, like seriously! He picks you roses, makes you your favorite meals, composes sonnets, and even though his actions make you roll your eyes, it also makes your cheeks heat up.
He's sweet, always trying to make you feel loved, and thats why you want to make him loved too on Valentine's Day. He's always so self-sacrificing that sometimes he doesn't care much for himself.
"I-I got you a gift!" Your face is heating up, your hands warm and clammy as you produce a box of chocolates out of your bag and presenting it to the red-haired man.
"Y'know, I'm very glad that we're dating...because your the best thing that happened to me! And I just wanted you to know how appreciated you make me feel and-" You stop as you watch Argenti's pale face flush red, green eyes filled with fondness.
"I made it myself, so it might not be the best, so if tastes weird just throw it out!" You began again, but Argenti cuts you off.
"No, no, it's perfect." A warm smile graces his face, lips curling at the corners as he stares at the box. "The thought of you spending so much time on me makes my heart almost burst."
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if youâre still doing flower prompts iâd love either Rainflower or Purple Lilac with spencer <3
a/n: heyyyy im alive! writing from my trip, love you guys, don't know the wc!
flower prompts
Rainflower - realizing that you/they love them/you back
It comes on all at once.Â
Spencer- heâs never been particularly good at knowing when heâs feeling romantic. There wasnât any experience with it. He knows that heâs hardly anyoneâs dream guy- all awkward gangly limbs, too tall and too full of information that no one wanted to hear.
Heâs carved out a little corner of the world that he can be seen in, that he can be loved in- but heâs never really been under the notion that someone could want him. Spencer knows that heâs lucky to have even this- to have people that ignite the prickly and irritating parts of himself and love him despite about this. And while he might fantasize, daydream about a life where he can lace his long fingers with those of someone who sees him only in a loving gaze of joy, Spencer knows that heâs not the kind of person that gets that. Heâs being rational about it- most days, heâs able to relegate this desire to be filled with fantasy.Â
Except- something has been up lately.
His best friend is probably the best person that heâs ever met in his life. Sheâs a consultant with the BAU, and itâs been nice to know her, in so many ways. Sheâs funny and kind in a way that never seems to have a victim. Spencer is not the kind of person that particularly values physical beauty, but she possesses it in such a large margin that it is difficult to ignore. Heâs actually distracted by it sometimes, having to take extra mental attention to her words when all he is drawn to is the lovely curve of her Cupidâs bow, and the both light and heavy weight of her gaze in him. I like when you look at me, he thinks. She never makes him feel small.Â
When theyâd met, he was reluctant to her presence in most regards. Spencer knows that when he is focused, he can be a solitary creature, and that heâs an acquired taste. But she never seemed to need time to acclimate to him. From her first day, she listened to him when he spoke, and god, she squeezed his shoulder when she walked past him.Â
She never had to try to like him. He was never a concession to her.Â
This morning, she is late to work. He tries not to time it, but he enjoys the ritual of his mornings far more when heâs with her. He makes her tea and greets her first thing, and she asks about his evening the day prior. He tells her about whatever foreign film or Russian book he read the night before, a little too earnestly. She listens with her lovely doe eyes, sipping slowly as she transitions into her day. It doesnât feel like patience with her- it feels like she actually cares what he has to say. Their routine is a warm radio crackle of familiarity, his favorite part of his day.
But sheâs late today.
When she walks in, sheâs a little frazzled and so, so, adorable. Sheâs in a T-shirt that looks so familiar to him, and a pair of jeans that look lovely on her pretty legs. Itâs a pleasure, looking at her. He wish he had more time to do it, wants to leisurely drink in the sight of her like he has all the time in the world, it never feels long enough to look.
Her hairâs frazzled and sheâs just about 5 minutes late- Hotch hasnât even come out of his office yet, but sheâs clearly nervous.
âYouâre okay,â he hears himself say, as she plunks down her bag on the desk, âI have your tea.âÂ
He doesnât expect her to look up, but she does. She looks up at him and beams, and Spencer- his heart swells. She grabs the cup, dainty pretty fingers wrapped around the curve of it, and she beams her so-sweet smile at him, and god, his knees might buckle. Has it always been this way?Â
He drinks in the sight of her, as she runs a hand through her hair in a worried, incredibly endearing gesture. Sheâs beautiful, he thinks to himself. He wonders aimlessly, that she might have been meeting with a man this morning. It might be the explanation for the dishevelment.Â
The burning bit in his chest this causes is one that lacks explanation. It hurts in a way that he cannot explain- she is not a realistic dream for him to have. Itâs not like heâs never thought about the idea of the two of them together. Itâs a fleeting thought, like the consideration if your life if you could fly. Itâs not a dream that warrants real consideration.Â
But when their fingers brush, her light touch on his hand, he canât help but wonder what it would be like if she wanted him.
âThank you, Spence,â she says, warm voice dripping with gratitude and something in his heart warms at the nickname, âYouâre my hero.â
She takes a sip of it, and closes her eyes in a contemplative, restful moment. Itâs unfairly adorable.
Heâs never actually thought about it, until this moment. But her beauty transcends just being pure fact, a thing to note about his reality. It would be nice, Spencer thinks. It hits him like a tidal wave, images of her gorgeous laugh washing over him on a Sunday morning, the curve of her cheek, a world where he can hold her by the dip of her waist, where her ever-present kindness meant that she might, could, maybe, love him.
Love him back.
She has whipped cream on her finger. She took the lid of the drink off to have the whipped cream.Â
He is so, so fucked.Â
âHave I told you that I love you today, boy-genius?âÂ
Even though sheâs kidding, and he stammers out a reply of acknowledgment, it is in this moment he knows, with the certainty of every empirical journal he has ever read.Â
Spence Reid is hopelessly in love with his best friend, and there is absolutely nothing he can do about that.Â
Itâs still nice to want, though.Â
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sarrrrrrrđ©· happy bday to cheolhub!!! you are fr one of my favourite accounts on here. i always get so happy seeing ur name pop up on the dash whdjshsjs, i hope youâre doing well & drinking your water & looking after yourself đ«¶
coulddddd i possibly req â let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. â & precious vernon for your event? đ«¶
8:01 p.m. â hansol vernon chwe
prompt. âlet me come in you, please. i want to fill you up.â
wc. 2k+Â
warnings. unprotected sex for the first time, creampie, saying âi love youâ during sex, pet names [baby], a very needy couple ^^!!! â MINORS DNI 18+
note. j u are too sweet im gonna cry !!! thank you thank you thank you !!! i love u sm, i hope u like this >< iâve been wanting to write vernon a lot recently so i went a little bit overboard with this one,,,, and itâs not my best so i apologize bsgsgs [not proofread, kinda rushed]
âą ËËË join the birthday bash! àżàŸ
hansol vernon chwe has never been one for public displays of affection. any type of affectionâ kissing, hugging, holding hands, etc. itâs just awkward. it always is and heâd rather keep it to himself. keep you to himself.
and vernon is usually so patient when it comes to his hunger for you. heâs so virtuous and so composed. itâs admirable, really. but there are nights, like this one in particular, where he just wants to sink his teeth into you and mercilessly fuck you into the mattress.Â
these nights donât come by very often. they rarely ever do, honestly. he only thinks tonight is different because he hasnât touched you in over a week. there was no real reason for it, you just kept missing each other due to your taxing schedules.Â
so you planned a date on a night that you knew you were both free. something nice, giving you an excuse to doll yourself up for your boyfriend.Â
you did exactly that and vernonâs eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he picked you up from your apartment. he thought you looked so fucking pretty. you looked so pretty gazing out the window in the passenger seat of his car. you looked so fucking pretty when you kindly laughed at the waiters joke (that wasnât the slightest bit funny). you look so fucking pretty when you asked him, âare you okay, baby?âÂ
he wasnât. how could he be okay when all he wanted was to put his hands on you and inhale the scent of your seductive perfume? how could he be okay when his cock was straining in his pants begging to be inside of you? how the fuck could he be okay when he needed you so fucking bad? Â
of course, you could tell he was anything but fine. your boyfriend was stoic sometimes, but he always wears his emotions all over his pretty face. his carnal desire became obvious when he placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing at your flesh. and even more obvious when he pressed a few kisses to your jaw. and then blatantly obvious when he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and said, âiâd rather eat something else.â
so you ate half your meal, paid the bill, and got the hell out of there because, if you were being completely transparent, you missed the way his cock felt inside of you. you missed tugging at his hair and marking his skin and the messy, messy kisses you always share. you missed him and a week apart from your lover was 5 days way too long.Â
heâs already pressing his lips to the back of your neck by the time you get up to your apartmentâs door, leaving wet kisses on your scolding hot skin. itâs distracting and your hands keep fumbling the keys, but you eventually get the two of you in. you lock the door and he practically chases you to your room, both of you breathily giggling.Â
upon arrival, his hands are grasping and pulling at the clothing on your body in attempts to rip them off while yours do the same with his.
âneed you so bad, baby.â he mumbles during his conquest, pulling almost everything off of you.Â
when he sees the pretty set underneath your date outfit, heâs left breathless. shocked. and itâs not because heâs never seen you in something this pretty, but itâs that heâs right about to bust a load in his jeans.Â
he groans, âfuck, i think iâm gonna cum.âÂ
âyouâre cute.â you smile cheekily, pulling him on the bed with you. âbetter not be before i get to feel you, though.âÂ
âiâll try,â he grunts, his cock twitching and throbbing in what feels like the worldâs tightest boxers.Â
you lay against your plush pillows, slipping your panties off and throwing them to the side, exposing your soaked pussy to the cool air that circulates through your room. you suck in through your teeth, spreading your legs open. âcondom?â you ask expectantly.
he furrows his brows. âyou donât have any?â
you crack a grin at the frown that appears on his face when you shake your head. âyouâre the one with a dick here! you should always keep one on you for emergencies. this wouldâve been the perfect emergency.âÂ
âbaby, we used all my emergency condoms and i forgot to buy more.â he huffs in frustration. âi can just run to the market and grab some. itâs not that big of a deal.âÂ
it is a big deal. his cock is aching.
you look at him in awe, âyouâre that desperate? youâre gonna go all the way to the store and buy condoms, hansol?â
not that youâre any less desperate the way you clench around nothing and ruin the sheets under you.
he deadpans at your subtle teasing, âyes.âÂ
you hum, stomach twisting in anticipation at a vulgar thought that pops into your head.Â
he could⊠just not use one.
he could fuck you raw and you could feel everything. âwhat ifâŠâ you shudder before you can even get the thought out. âwhat if we donât use one?â
you think his face drains of color. âw-what?â he stutters, unsure if he heard you correctly. âbaby⊠what did you say?â
you bite your lip for a second, feeling heat spread like wildfire through your entire body. âwe can do it⊠without the condom. if you want?â
vernon is going to cumâ untouched, in factâ just at the mere thought of it. of-fucking-course he wants to, what kind of idiot would pass that up? (read: someone who isnât actually an idiot)
âwhat aboutâŠâ he trails off as his wide eyes look at your tummy.Â
âi started birth control a while ago, baby, donât worry.â you whisper. âitâs only if you're comfortable⊠but iâm okay with it⊠i trust you. and i wanna feel you.â
his heart pounds erratically and heâs tugging his boxers down before he can even form a proper response. his hard, leaky cock slaps against his abdomen and all either of you can think about is how itâll feel without the latex barrier.Â
he breathes out his words, as he presses against your drooling hole. âiâll pull out.âÂ
âokay, baby.â you pant, hands already gripping at the sheets in preparation.Â
though, you fear there was nothing you could do to prepare for this moment. feeling vernonâs cockâ all of itâ is amazing. heavenly⊠hot. you find yourself wishing you wouldâve done this a lot earlier. you canât believe how much of a difference there is.
you feel all the heat, all the veins that trace through his gorgeous cock, all the delicious friction and youâre fucking addicted to it.Â
âfuck, fuck, fuck,â vernon moans, jaw going slack and his face pinching in euphoric pleasure. âbaby, fuck, youâre so tightâ feels so good.â
vernon has never felt anything so perfect in all his years. he feels your walls flutter around his bare cock as he bottoms out, finally buried deep inside of you.Â
you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him down to press his mouth against yours. the entirety of the kiss is intense and passionate and you canât think of a time youâve felt this close to a man during sex. you canât even recall a time you were this in love with a man.
you break, whining against his lips and tightly clenching around him. âmove, please. need you to move.âÂ
he nods hotly, pulling his hips back and pushing them back against yours. he does this a few times, slowly thrusting into you until he builds a steady, consistent speed. the bulbous tip of his cock rams into your sweet spot with every shove. you canât help the cry that bubbles in your chest or the way your legs wrap around his waist tightly.
âhansol,â you mewl, one of your hands snaking between your bodies and rubbing at your clit. âi-i love you.âÂ
he delivers a sharp thrust upon hearing your words. âi love you more, baby.â he responds with a wavered voice. âi missed you.â
you nod in agreement, clamping around him again, ultimately making vernon hiss. âme more,â you declare on a whine.Â
ânot a chance.â he grunts out but it falls on deaf ears. his words are practically silenced by the lewd squelching and your cute sounds that bounce off the four walls.Â
and itâs all because vernon fucks you like his life depends on it. he feels your walls tightening around him with every thrust but there isnât a single ounce of vigilance in his body. he wants to memorize every single second of this. burn all of this into his head. he wants to be able to recall the way your blunt fingernails dig into the smooth skin of his shoulders, your moans that sound even prettier in this moment, how your velvety walls flutter and pulse and grip around him as your cunt swallows him up.
his abdomen tightens, balls drawing up as he nears his desired release. before he can warn you, your breathing alarmingly picks up. your chest rises and falls rapidly, your whines and mewls get louder, you trap his cock in a tight grip, refusing to let him go, all the telltale signs of your impending orgasm.Â
âvernâvernon, baby,â you gasp, back arching off the bed and heels of your feet digging into his back. âbaby, âm-m gonna cum. keep fucking me like that,â you plead, eyebrows coming together in gratification.Â
he obliges, snapping his hips against yours over and over till the tightrope in your tummy snaps. you come undone choking on a dry sob as your body seizes underneath his. youâre panting unevenly as you go lax, limp body weakly clinging to his as you attempt to come down from your high.
your orgasm is almost too much. too overstimulating for how high strung vernon is. heâs just about ready to explode, but he canât bear to leave your spasming cunt.Â
âbaby, iâ god, i-i know itâs not safeâ fuckââ he babbles, anxiously panting out his words. âi know⊠know itâs not safeâbut let me cum in you, please. i want to fill you up.âÂ
you cry, nodding your head and weakly clamping around him at the thought of his warm seed flooding your cunt. ây-yes, fuck yes. please fill me up, âsollie!âÂ
he curses under his breath, his cock twitching and brain fogging over at your permission. he gives you a few sloppy thrusts before he groans noisily, stilling and spilling his cum inside of you.Â
he twitches ceaselessly above you as his orgasm washes over him, head digging into the crook of your neck so he can drown out all of his throaty moans. they still echo throughout the room with your whiny pants.Â
the sensation of his release has your entire body surging with warmth. it has you feeling nothing but bliss and pure exhilarationâ youâre on cloud nine.Â
âsorry,â he murmurs into your neck as his body collapses on top of yours. âcouldnât help it.â
your hand comes to thread through his hair, scratching at his head. ââs okay, âsol.â you mumble back. âfelt really good. donât worry.â
âdo you need a plan b?â
you snort, shaking your head. âno, i donât think so, baby. told you iâm on the pill now.âÂ
he lets out a breathâ probably one of reliefâ followed by a muffled, âthen⊠can we do this again soon?â
you smile, âyeah, babe, we can do this again soon.âÂ
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It's not a one night stand if it turns into two
Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader
Basically just Jake falling for his FWB.
Warnings: some smut, p in v, no physical describtion of reader, no use of Y/N, Jake getting attached, jealousy, sudden love confessions, fluff, maybe a little bit of Angst if you squint your eyes?, swearing
Notes: First smutty fanfic on here lmao go wild yall. All I have to say is Im in love with Glen Powell and so I automatically love Hangman too. Also the title is inspired by a MĂ„neskin Song!
Once again, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry about any mistakes. Also, I didn't prove read this so just be warned.
Story under the cut! âïž
He simply couldn't take this eyes off of you. The way you were standing at the bar, slightly leaning onto it as you were talking to Penny. The way your dress was hugging your body, perfectly showing off everything. Everything he had already seen but couldn't get enough off.
His mind drifted off to the first night you spent together. He didn't even remember anymore how you two ended up in bed together, but it was amazing.
Jake could basically still hear your whines and moans. They were music to his ears.
"Jake, oh, oh god- please!" You whined and begged, craving release. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your shared moans and the headboard banging against the wall.
He was so big and he was fucking you so well. You always thought he gave off big dick energy but jesus- this was even more than expected, but you weren't going to complain.
"That's right, just like that- you're bein' such a good girl." He groaned, his hips bucking hard. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him drove him wild, not to mention you moaning and whining his Name.
You ended up coming on his cock, screaming his name. This wasn't your first and definitely not the last orgasm of the night.
"Seresin? Christ, are you even listening?"
He snapped back out of his thoughts as he looked back at Rooster, who by now just looked annoyed. "Sorry, I uh- yeah, I'm listenin'" Jake quickly mumbled and tried to pull himself together.
You both were friends and had told yourselves after the first time it wouldn't happen again. Well, that was 4 night stands ago.
Jake would never admit it to himself, but he was going crazy over you. Not only because of the way you fucked, but also because of your whole being. The way you lit up whenever someone talked to you, how you would sometimes nervously fiddle with your fingers or the hem of your shirt, the way you looked at him with a soft sparkle in your eyes.
But he was also obsessed with the way your hands buried in his hair, your legs wrapped around his hips as he filled you up, the way you held onto his biceps as you rode him.
But he would never admit that. He would never admit the way his heart fluttered whenever you cuddled close to him after sex. The way his heart actually also reacted whenever you kissed him, not only his cock.
The Jake 'Hangman' Seresin falling for someone? Never. He was never the kind of man to actually fall for someone and even think about settling down. But something about you felt different, even if it was only physical, for now.
By now Bradley had completely given up trying to talk to Jake. He just rolled his eyes and joined Phoenix and Bob instead.
Jake's eyes were focused on you the whole time, he was surprised you hadn't turned around at least once to catch him staring. You were still engrossed in a conversation with Penny until she had to serve other customers. You leaned back, grabbing your drink and taking a few sips until you were suddenly approached by a man.
Jake had hoped at first he just wanted to ask where the restroom was or something but when he didn't leave your side, Jake felt something boiling inside of him. His jaw clenched as he saw you laughing and happily talking with that guy.
He didn't even understand why you were so focused on that rando. He wasn't even half as handsome as Jake, hell, even Bradley was more handsome in Jake's eyes!
His patience ran out the moment you pulled out your phone, seemingly to give your number to that ass of a man as Jake mentally called him that.
His legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they stormed towards you. Hangman grabbed your shoulder and quickly turned you around to him, earning shocked looks from both you and that guy.
"What theâ"
"What the hell are you doin'? I thought we were a thin'!"
God, that stupid southern accent basically made you wanna melt right then and there.
"Wha- I thought you only saw us as some quick fun!" You protested.
"Are you kiddin' me?! Do you think I'm sleepin' with other girls besides you?"
"....."
Jake frowned at your silence which was basically the most direct answer.
"Listen, I don't usually do shit like this. Normally I move on quickly but you put some kind of spell or somethin' on me because you make my damn heart flutter every time our gazes meet. And I love the way you laugh, I love the way you tease me, I love the way you make fun of me. And I fuckin' hate seeing you with a man that isn't me. So quit your bullshit with this guy and finally go on a proper date with me!"
Jake didn't even think, it was all just blurting out.
You looked like your eyes were about to pop out, you stared at him in complete disbelief. Were you dreaming or something?
"Please say somethin' so I know I didn't mess this up."
"Shut up and kiss me, Seresin" You muttered and promply pulled him in.
This kiss felt so different from all the other ones you shared. This one was so full of emotions and passion. Your hand rested on his cheek, as his hands found their place on your waist.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7." Jake grinned.
You didn't even mind he had just decided that, you were looking forward to that date.
"See you then, cowboy." You grinned and pressed another quick kiss on his lips.
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iâll be quiet. p.jisung
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suggestive mdni 18+
summary- jisung always wants to fuck you when he knows your brother is home. but how can you say no to your pretty boyfriend?
warnings- smut with no plot, softdom!jisung, pussydrunk!jisung, creampie, dirty talk, mention of mark and he is there for like a second. ,mark hears them. lmk if i missed something
word count- 795
you and jisung always hangout at your house. sometimes itâs awkward because mark is also there. mark and jisung are pretty close. you always feel bad for seeing him more than mark does. jisung always says he loves both of your company. saying he loves to hangout with both of you. well most of the time he is fucking lying because he always wants to fuck you. so you always end up saying your tired or something sneaking off to your bed room. leaving mark where ever you three weâre hanging out that day. mark would never question if you guys were actually going to sleep. he knew what was going on. he wasnât stupid. he just hopes he wonât be able to hear anything.
âbaby he wonât hear anything i promise to be quiet.â he says looking at you with pleading eyes. âjisung you always say youâll be quiet but you end up being louder than meâ you never believe him when he says heâll be quiet because you know damn well. âfuck i swear this time okay? i will stuff something in my mouth or something babe please just let me fuck you.â you love it when he begs for you like this. he is just so cute and its only for you.
âokay fine ji but if you get loud weâre stopping.â âhe nods knowing that you are not gonna want to stop once he starts. quickly shifting to be beside you on your bed slowly kissing your neck. slowly turning your neck more to get more access. âfuck baby i need you so badâ he says getting rougher with his kisses against your skin slowly taking off both of your tops. pulling you down further onto your back slowly climbing between your legs. âokay fuck i canât wait anymore you think you can take it?â he pulls his boxers down to let his dick out reaching over to take your pants off aswell. âyes i think so just go slow at first okay?â he nods quickly pulling your panties to the side slowly lining his dick up with your entrance slowly pushing in.
âf-fuckkk youâre so fucking tight babyâ his eyes donât leave where you both connect. watching as he pushes every inch inside of you. âji⊠please fuck meâ he smirks to himself pushing all the way in groaning loudly as he does. âshit shit shit youâre so fucking wet but youâre cunt is sucking me so fucking tight baby. i-iâm not gonna last..â you knew this would happen. every time jisung swears he will be quiet he immediately proves that he will never be quiet. âji y-you said you would be quiet.â you say trying not to get lost in the feeling knowing that when you do jisung will just get louder. he doesnât respond continuing to fuck into at a rapid pace moaning your name somewhat loudly.
âj-jisungâ he looks at you still with that smartass smirk on his lips. âyes baby? mm you feel good huh? want me to fuck you harder hm? youâve been so good for me. yea? my good girl. â his words going straight to your cunt completely forgetting about being quiet yourself. your eyes rolling back as he grabs one of your legs to fuck you at a deeper angle.
âw-what about mark ji?â you manage to get out with the pace he is fucking you at now. âfuck it heâll be fine if he hears. this pussy is so fucking good s-shitâ his hips stuttering coming close to his high. now you are absolutely fucking lost in the feeling. all thoughts you had are now being fucked out of you.
âiâm gonna fucking fill you up to the brim. u want that baby?â he fucks into you harder chasing his high holding your hips in place. you nod at his words completely dumb at this point.
âfuck y/n im gonna cum so hard. you are doing so well. you take me so fucking well. i could do this fo- shit. for hours.â you shake reaching your climax. you watch as he throws his head back coming shortly after you. you look down to see him pulling out slowly. moaning at the sight of his and your cum leaking out of your fucked out hole with the noise of your wetness filling the air.
âji you were not fucking quiet.â you say glaring at him as he goes to grab a towel to clean you up. he chuckles deeply grabbing the towel and walking back to kneel in front of you slowly cleaning you up. âi doubt he heard babeâ hearing a knock as soon as he finishes his sentence. âi indeed did fucking hear!!!! you guys are fucking disgusting.â you hear mark yelling thru the door making jisung laugh making you shoot him a playful glare.
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we need a part 2 of the absent father alastor, the first part was amazing đ
Age wasnt mentioned last part, this pne they are hinted to be 13-16 :3
Im writting this in the passenger seat cos i REALLY LOVE THIS MY GOD
Perhaps this was his punishment all along
To have his own child turn their back on him
But he knows its his fault. As much as he wouldnt admit it to a soul he knows. Hes self aware but it doesnt make things better
After he reappeared when the hotel was fixed, it seems like the child stuck with husk even more, sometimes even downright avoiding him
Him?
But hes their father
HE raised them
Right?
He tried, tried to hard to recall memories to back up his point but he couldnât. All he could remember was him dropping you on husk
Like some cheep booze.
I suppose this was the weight of his actions
He could do nothing now, but that didnt stop him. Hes a hard headed man afterall
It started with him asking you to accompany him at his radio station, something you loved and begged him to before
Always asked to go with him, oh how you loved his voice
But he never did allow you to
On good days he would, but even then those were rare
So hes the one bringing you now!you wouldnt turn down some time with your deer old dad right? Specially how you used to even beg for his attention.
âŠ
No? What do you mean no? Dont you love going ? Dont you love radio? Dont you love. Him?
âUhm no thanks father i wanna watch husk do magicâ you could never truly look into his eyes
Even when you called him father it felt so..
Forced.
But he grinned and bared it âI understand little doe! But you know where to find meâ he chuckled and walked away
He could do magic too. He could do magic better. So why husk? Hes stronger, more capable of protecting you, he could protect you better than husk ever could, there was no need for you to cower under that horrid sinners wings because your father, your blood, could protect you
But he never did. Not when you got in trouble for running into some loan sharks, he let you fend for yourself
Pain was the best teacher
He would say
So he threw you to the wolves. How ironic.
That ended as horrible as youâd think, the only reason you got out there alive is because vox, yes, him, out of everyone killed the demons when he noticed it was you, he was just passing by, going to another meeting from one he just left
He recognized you, he knew of alastors offspring but never cared for them, his business is with their father. However, even then this was cruel, and he knew that deer was watching everything
He could feel the eyes on him. On them.
Vox watched as you scampered away, like a deer, like a doe.
Even then , he thought alastor would atleast have compassion for the child
His child
But he was wrong, he gave that bastard too much credit.
Even rosie, a demon that doesnt share the same blood as you, treats you kinder than your own
After that incident, you refused to go out as much, opting to stay with âŠhusk.
Husk, dear old husk, he never minded
He hated it at first tho.
Having to babysit, he didnt like you either
But he knows, he KNEW it wasnt your fault either, he knows you wanted to spend time with that absent father of yours
So he tried his best filling that void in your heart, he felt pity for the little child, so he told old stories of his life before he was damned,he says theyâre boring but the shine in your eyes and smile on your face whenever he speaks never fails to amaze him
he even taught you how to play poker
Charlie reprimanded him for that, saying he cant teach a child how to gamble
But he didnt care
You were smiling
Laughing
It wasnt much but it was enough
Enough from him
Enough for you.
It made his blood boil, it wasnt fair. Alastor would think
Why cant you look up at him with admiration?like how you always looked when you were younger
Yeah
Maybe this was his punishment.
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domestic moments with them
im back HA. ngl this has been on my drafts for longer than i would like to admit but anyways. enhas new tour how are we feeling :/ ugh. hope you enjoy this!!!!
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WARNINGS ! mentions of food? playful arguing in heeseungs; non-sexual bath in sunoo's, i think that all!
word count: 1.3k
LEE HEESEUNG ! â game nights
we all know heeseung loves gaming and obviously he would love it if you were keen on it as well and if you werenât he would try to slowly introduce you to it. he would be all excited when he got a free day to spend with you. he hits you up with texts to tell you heâs coming over and before you know it heâs by your door with his hands full of your favourite snacks and sodas. you would set blankets and pillows up on the floor so you could both sit comfortably while playing. heeseung tried not to be competitive with you when you both started dating but after you were together for a while he would get all worked up with you. if you were playing 1v1 against each other he would do anything to win and if he lost he would be so pouty. if you were playing online he would be screaming orders at you making you scream back at him. in the end you both ended up cuddling while eating the rest of the snacks and would laugh at both of your previous behaviors.Â
rest under the cut !
PARK JONGSEONG ! â cooking together
if iâm not wrong this is probably the second time i write about this and i will never shut up about it! jay loves cooking and he loved cooking, especially for you even more. so when you join him in his favourite hobby he is so happy. he would cook the main course while you would bake some dessert for you two. both of you would be busy, most of the time in silence only exchanging a few words while easy-listening tunes played from his speaker in the background. while he let something cook he would sneakily come behind you and hug you, his arms circling your waist, making you turn your head around to leave a kiss on his lips. the kitchen would be filled with the comforting smell of food, making both of your stomachs grumble in hunger. after everything was done you would decorate the dining table with candles and your best cutlery, while jay would plate the food neatly. you two would have a candlelit dinner, talking and laughing with each other, something you both treasured so much since these moments were rare due to jayâs career.
SIM JAEYUN ! â breakfast in bed
jake isnât really an early bird and itâs rare for him to wake up early but sometimes when he does, heâll sneakily walk to the kitchen to prepare you some good breakfast or brunch. heâll try his best to cook for you even though heâs not the best cook in the world. the only things being heard in the kitchen would be the sizzling of the pan and his silent curses when he burns himself. the smell of bacon and pancakes would fill your small kitchen. he would be pacing back and forth looking for all kinds of ingredients in your counters and drawers. jake would prepare you such fancy coffee adding all kinds of toppings and adding things to give the drink some extra flavour. he would put everything nicely on a tray and would carefully walk to the bedroom, trying to keep everything from falling. you were already awake when jake came in smiling fondly at you, seeing you rub the sleep of your eyes. you both would eat silently on the bed as the sun hit right on your window.
PARK SUNGHOON ! â dancing in the living room
this one is just me projecting my own fantasies. sunghoon would be on his day off and whats better than spending it with you whom he missed so much? you two would be in your living room, just talking about random topics, laughing with each other, but it was mostly you updating him on the latest gossips from work colleagues. you had ordered some snacks and they were all almost gone. you both started complaining about still being hungry so you grabbed your phone to order more. before putting your phone down you got up to turn your speaker on and connected it to your phone. soft jazzy tunes started sounding in the room, changing the room's atmosphere to a more romantic one. you turned to look at sunghoon and extended your hand to him, making him laugh at you but hold it nonetheless as he got you. you wrapped your arms around his neck and you both started swaying from side to side to the rhythm of the music. you laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he ran his hands up and down your back.
KIM SUNOO ! â bubble bath
self-care is a must for both you and sunoo. starting with skincare. you wouldnât even need to buy any because, oh! did sunoo buy something for him? donât worry, he got two of it so he could give you one. you would have a whole shelf full of products, almost full to the brim. every time sunoo and you had a sleepover you would always do full self-care, watching movies with face masks type of thing. but when you were both feeling a little extra you both would do everything to turn your bathroom in a full spa room. candles of all scents would be lit on each corner of the bathtub. bath bombs already spreading in the warm water along with flower petals you neatly scattered in there. you both put face masks on your faces before grabbing some fancy drink (wine) and getting in the water on opposite sidea. you both would sigh in unison, feeling your bodies relax under the warmth embracing both of you.
YANG JUNGWON ! â pottery at home
i canât stop thinking about jungwonâs vlog. the first time he saw you after making some pottery he was so happy to tell you about it and you both agreed to try and do it at home one day. so one day jungwon came over to your house with a bag full of cheap kidâs paint and clay. you both put old sheets on the floor to avoid staining it and put an old kitchen towel on the table. after putting on some old clothes you both started playing around with the clay. soon enough your table was a mess full of brown water, stained from the clay. both of your faces dirty with dry clay from both of you rubbing it in each otherâs faces. none of you had done a single useful thing out of it, multiple things in weird shapes were laid out on your table. every time any of you made something you would show it to the other laughing at the lack of skill put in the piece of art. even though jungwon tried to follow the rules he had when he went to do pottery professionally he gave it all and ended up just playing around with you.
 NISHIMURA RIKI ! â picnics at home
time alone with you is one of the most precious things for ni-ki. itâs so rare for him to have the smallest amount of time with you so he tries to make every minute of his day off with you enjoyable. but as we all know itâs complicated for you to have outdoor dates and you both have expressed your desire to go on a picnic together near the river, but it all stays wistful wishes that need to be postponed for a far future. so you and ni-ki stick with your at-home dates that you love more than anything. you both would take everything that was placed in the centre of your living room and you would decorate it with checkered picnic blankets and place vases and plants around just for the sake of it. you would even prepare a little basket with all the food you made for both of you. you two would enjoy it so much, both of your hearts filled with warmth as you enjoyed each other's company.
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p. bf!kim seungmin x fem bodied reader | warnings: | words: 0.5k ~ (530) đ¶ăââč
request: seungmin degrading reader during sex and she's like really softhearted and tells him to stop, but he doesn't because he thinks that she likes it and then she tells him that her colour is yellow and he like turns so softhearted and everything.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Normally you could take what seungmin would give you â and it was a lot , his mouth was filthy; but this particular day you werenât feeling too good , you had a horrible day at work, your boss yelled at you multiple times, making you cry in the bathroom during lunch, and you couldnât wait to get home to your boyfriend.
Seungmin on the other handâ he wanted something else, also having a shit day; and he needed to let off some steamâ by using your body.
âfucking slut.â He growled into your ear, your legs were folded as his cock plunged in and out of your hole; his hand wrapping around your neck. âonly good for one thing and thatâs taking dick like a good cock sleeve.â He slapped your boobs, moaning as you clenched around him. âfuck- thatâs it, be a good slut.â
Normally you could take what he said, it turned you onâ but in that moment it didnât feel good being called all those names. âm-minnie t-too mean.â You whimpered, but you didnât say the safeword he implemented when you first start exploring in kinks. âtoo mean?â he scoffed. âyou like it though, donât you slut?â
Being the dom that he is, seungmin knew he sometimes went to far with it, but he also trusted you to use the safeword if you ever felt like you needed, so when he didnât hear it, he kept goingâ but then he heard cries; no not cries of pleasure, he knew those. âbaby?â he stopped it, looking down at your state. âbaby, whatâs your color?â
ây-yellow.â You sniffled, he immediately softened up. âtoo mean minnie, donât like it.â He nodded. âim sorry baby, you wanna stop for tonight?â you shook your head no. âjust donât want to be talked to like that.â You said shakenly. âokay baby I can do that.â
He slowly moved his hips again. âdidnât mean to make you upset pretty.â He sighed, kissing your forehead softly. âyou feel so good baby.â He moaned. âlove you so much.â You whimpered underneath him , the switch up in his tone made your sobs turn into moans of pleasure. âlo-love you too minnie.â
âgonna cum for me.â He reached down, rubbing your sensitive clit. âbe a good girl and cum all over my cock.â You nodded. âmâgonna cum minnie.â You moaned. âgo a head love, cum for me.â He hit that one spot that had you seeing stars, eyes closing tightly as you came, coating his cock in a thin layer of your juices. âshit- there we go baby.â He picked up his pace a bit more. âfuck gonna cum, where do you want it baby?â
âi-inside.â You stuttered, âI want it inside.â He cursed. âfuck you want me to fill you up, stuff your pretty pussy with my seed?â you nodded. âfuck fuck fuck.â He his , thrusting deep inside you, stilling his hips as his cum shot into your waiting cunt. âfuck baby.â He kissed your head, soothing you. âso good, you did so good.â He slowly pulled out, watching him cum leaking out of you.
âletâs get you cleaned up baby, so we can cuddle.â
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