#and you just wanna grab them by the shoulders and shake them and be like MOTHERFUCKER !!!!!!!!!!!! lovingly.

[bambiwrites]

Trophy Wife ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

CEO!abby anderson X sweet fem!reader | PT 2

• A/N ; omg my brain was going brr the entire time i was writing this i actually need her so bad you don’t understand! anyway i hope you guys likeee and please send requestt!!

Warnings ; Possessiveness, slight Degration at the end, name calling, wlw, innocence kink, size kink, naive!reader, age difference!!!(21 and 31)

• About ; Abby with her little trophy wife…

• CEO!abby who met you at a business dinner. She saw you from across the room in an ivory silk gown, all big eyed and innocent looking and she couldn’t help the horrible thoughts forming.

• CEO!abby that walked over to you looking you up and down with a small smirk.

~ “and who might you be honey”

• abby says in a firm voice, making you turn and look up at her, your eyes going wide at the bigger women infront of you.

~ “my name is ___”

• you say in your soft honey sweet voice as you shake her hand softly

• she can’t help but ogle at the size difference between you two, she loves it and definitely isn’t having pure thoughts from it

• she hands you her number telling you to call her and you nod softly walking away

• you guys have a good 10 year difference but neither of you seem to care, you get any dirty looks abby is sending a glare their way, anyone says anything abby is their to stand up for you, she isn’t gonna let anyone hurt you or this relationship.

• Not even 5 months later you two are dating

• She spoils you so much and you of course can’t help but feel bad

• when your about 10 months in abby is starting to get impatient, she sees the men that ogle at you and say things that make her blood boil

• she knows she has to put a rock on the pretty finger immediately claiming you as hers

• one thing you loved about abby is her possessiveness, you loved when she would wrap a arm around your waist and dig her face into your neck placing firm kisses all over your neck and shoulder infront of the guys that were gonna try and get your number

• Loves to grab you face with one of her big hands, making you pucker your lips and leaning down to press a soft kiss to them

• you loved the size difference, her big arms around your waist basically crushing you.

• you loved how she can easily pick you up and throw you over her shoulder and throw you around like a rag doll(my brain is going crazy rn)

• She loves when she works from home and your bouncing around her penthouse home in a baby pink slip dress, barley covering anything

• she definitely calls you into her office and makes you sit her lap making you grind against her thigh, she goes feral over the soft whimpers and moans that fall out of your lips

• she can’t help but want you to carry her kids and watch after them giving them whatever they want and more just like she does you

• Loves to call your her pretty little thing, or her pretty little trophy wife

• loves your naivety, she’s loves that only she can make you do things you’ve never done before and she’s the only person you can do them with

• She loves when you come into her office to just bring lunch and ends up with you over her desk and a arm wrapped around your waist as she plows into you from the back, hand around your throat whispering dirty things into your ear

~ “yeah you love coming into my work and letting me fuck you over my desk” “cmon baby give it to me i know you wanna cum” “your just a little whore that loves letting people know who you belong to”

anyway bye bb’s!!

[inkdrinkerworld]

Falling asleep on Spencer’s shoulder on the jet, snoring lightly as you finally get some sleep.

Spencer’s been waiting all case for you to sleep properly, but no amount of tea at night and magnesium rich foods helped. The only thing that did it was you wrapping the case up and going home.

Now, he can’t move his shoulder for the next three hours of the flight and finds he doesn’t mind.

Spencer spends time just watching you, taking in the way your chest moves up and down and how your cheek smushed up against his shoulder makes you look delicate and soft.

“She okay?” Derek asks, seeing Spencer’s attention on you so keenly.

“Huh?” Spencer lifts his head, almost like he’d been in a trance. “Yeah she’s okay, just exhausted.”

His hand cradles your head to his shoulder as they move through a bit of turbulence. Derek smiles, a fierce sort of older brother feeling building in his chest.

“Do you think she’ll kill me if I take a photo?” He asks, Spencer shakes his head.

“Let her sleep, Derek.” He boos but walks back to his seat sipping his coffee.

Spencer stretches for his own coffee, frowning when you stir and grab hold of his shirt. “M’right here,” he murmurs, sitting back and pressing his lips to your temple as you settle.

“Okay loverboy!” Emily coos, Spencer rolling his eyes even as he blushes. “You guys going back together? Having a quiet night in?”

Before Spencer can answer, Hotch is chiming in. “Emily,” it’s a warning but the woman lives for teasing you and Spencer.

“What? I just wanna know if she has secretly pink walls with pretty flowers.”

Spencer scoffs, like he’d ever tell them. “Yeah they’re hot pink with white ones.” His thumb strokes your cheek, brushing up against the crush of your eyelashes every so often.

It takes Emily the rest of the flight to realise Spencer was fucking with her and Spencer is comforted by the fact that you have grey walls with posters of all your favourite shows and a couple pieces of artwork, some of pretty flowers; that none of them have seen.

[rafescurtainbangz]

OMG Im begging you to write about "You and your friend teasing Rafe in the back of the car on the drive home from the bar" got me feral

Hehhehe 🤭🤭🤭🤭 gahhh here’s a little more on that for you bb. Thank you for your ask 😘

+18

Minor DNI

Cali grabs the back of your neck, pulling away from your kiss, smiling against your lips. "Fuck, Rafey. Your girl’s so sweet," she whispers, her voice hoarse from a night of partying. You brush the straps of your dress off your shoulders, quickly unclasping your bra while Cali works on hers. Your boobs bounce free, making her giggle, her hands instantly draw to your tits.

Topper glances in the rearview mirror and lets out a gasp. His mouth falls open, unsure of how to feel. "Yo, what the fuck is happening back there-" The car swerves as Rafe shoves him from the side, shushing him.

“Shut the fuck up, man. Let the ladies play. Aight?” He brushes off Rafe, turning his focus to the back.

“Cali. Baby… Don’t think we could’a talked about this before?” he whines.

“If I gotta tell you to shut up again, I’m kickin’ your ass. Plain and simple. They’re just kissin’, Top.”

"You're a lucky man, Rafe.” Cali coos, dismissing her boyfriend completely.

“I know. She’s perfect,” Rafe sighs as he cranks his neck to get a better look. His light blue eyes hanging low - drunk, high, and horny; just seconds away from crawling into the back seat himself. "Just pretend like we’re not here. Wanna watch you eat her pussy-”

“Jesus fuck!” Topper scolds. “Enough.”

“What, man?” Rafe asks through a taunting laugh. “You’re not enjoyin’ this.

“I mean… I am but I’m fuckin’ drivin’. I’m gonna kill us all.”

“Yeah - yeah. Don’t do that. I’d miss this,” Rafe grins smugly as he digs in his pocket. “Don’t worry, brother. I’ll record it. Topper narrows his eyes on Rafe, making Rafe roll his away. You a virgin or somethin’ Thornton. Why are you actin’ like such a pussy. Don’t you and Cals fuck?”

“We fuck. A lot. Okay?” Topper scoffs as he tightens his grip on the wheel.

“Then stop bein’ a bitch.”

“Yeah. Stop bein’ a bitch, baby,” Cali teases before deepening your kiss. Your tongue rolls with hers tasting the sweetness of her lipgloss and the liquor lingering on her lips from the bar.

“Fuck, baby. Keep goin’,” Rafe pleads. “Don’t stop.”

She works lower, kissing down your neck as Rafe adjusts himself. His long, thick dick pressed against his jeans. Cali wraps her lips around your nipple, massaging and pressing your breasts together. Your moans fill the small car, making Rafe groan longingly. You lay back on the seat slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows. Her fingers draw up your skin, setting your body ablaze as they drift between your thighs.

"Can't imagine how wet you are, princess," Rafe mumbles. Cali pulls off your panties, handing them to Rafe. “Fuckk.” He hums as he rubs his rough thumb along the wet lace, getting his answer. She grabs your legs, spreading you open further, pressing your body into the leather seats. "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen. What about you, Cali?" Rafe brags as he points his phone at you.

"Everything about her is pretty Rafe..." She sighs. Cali dips her small fingers between your folds, spreading your slick, extending a hand to him. Rafe looks at you, getting the go-ahead from you before sucking her fingers clean.

“Mmm… mhmm. That’s my baby,” he lives as he tucks your panties in his pocket. "Dirty fuckin' girls.” Cali slaps your thigh, making you squeal and Rafe groan. She leans in, lapping at your cunt, making you throw your head back. "That’s right… suck her fuckin’ pussy, Cals. Shittt. You two are gonna kill me," he mumbles as Cali sucks down on your clit. “Let me come back there, princess,” Rafe smiles. You shake your head ‘no’, biting your bottom lip as your breathing quickens. “Just a little tease. Aren’t you, baby girl.”

[eddiemunsonswhxre]

on camera / jj maybank

rated: m (18+, minors dni)

masterlist

wc: 4.2k

cw: onlyfans!jj, voyeurism, daddy kink, fingering, unprotected piv (don't do this!!), cursing, some degradation (whore, slut)

you complain to jj about being broke. after being offended at his onlyfans suggestion, you learn something new about your best friend. offering to show you what he means turns into something neither of you were anticipating.

(i'm going to make this a series, leave comments/send requests for what else jj and reader could film together *winky face*)

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  “i’m not making an only fans,” you scoff, walking away from jj and towards the chateau.

  jj rolls his eyes before chasing after you. “why not? you need money, it’s so easy, and you have a hot body. it’s a no brainer, y/n,” he tries saying.

  “i don’t really want my naked body on the internet,” you say.

  jj grabs the door you try hard to slam in his face to get away. “okay, that’s a valid concern, but just blur your face,” he continues.

  you groan, turning to face him since you won’t be getting away. “even if i wanted to, the thought of recording myself and just ugh it’s terrifying,” you explain.

  “it isn’t that bad, y/n, i swear,” jj says, looking at you seriously.

  you shake your head, eyes closed. “like you would know, jj,” you mutter. 

  jj purses his lips, debating the risk of just saying it all. “you don’t really think i make all that money just working at the country club, do you?” he asks in a lower voice. your face changes to shock, jj does what?

  “wait… you have a…” you begin, not knowing fully how to process.

  jj nods slowly. “yeah, and it’s not like i make enough to live off of, but combined with my job… it helps. and you’re saying your job isn’t enough and i’m telling you something like this could help you get more of the money you need,” he says.

  “i need a minute,” you mutter, walking to the couch. you bring your hand to your mouth, biting your nails as images flash in your mind. how did it work? what did he do? did he set up a camera? did he take photos? did he video himself cumming? did he make videos with other girls? 

  jj chuckles awkwardly, seeing the gears in your head turning. he walks over, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. “most of the time, it’s like pictures i just take on my phone in the mirror or something. or i’ll take short videos just… well, you know like on snapchat or something type ones. and occasionally i’ll go through the effort of setting my phone up, bought a stupid tripod and everything, and i get more money when i talk in them or really just make noises in general. my face is either never in them or always blurred, it gets easier as you go,” he explains.

  you shake your head again, covering your eyes. “j, i don’t wanna think about you like that,” you whine in complaint. jj laughs, putting his hand on your shoulder.

  “sorry, sweetheart,” he says with a small smile. “just trying to give you an idea of how easy it could be, only if you want,” he explains before taking his hand away.

  “well, i just don’t think i could. i honestly find it hard to believe you can,” you chuckle, picking at a string on the couch. 

  jj puts his hand to his chest in mock offense. “what do you mean? i happen to be quite the sex symbol thank you very much,” he says. you both laugh, shaking your head at his theatrics.

  now how did you get in this position? you weren’t sure. jj’s always been known for being convincing and a little too inappropriate, especially when it comes to you. you just weren’t sure how he managed to convince you into this.

  “you sure?” jj asks, grabbing the remote for his led lights and turning it to red. you blink in surprise at the lights and then he turns the overhead light off.

  you look at him, seeing him already looking at you expectantly. “did you buy led lights just for this?” you ask, and jj nods sheepishly. “i knew it was out of character for you,” you mutter, looking around more at his room to see that it’s more cleaned up than usual.

jj takes a moment to process your words. he didn’t know you realized that much about him. “that’s not an answer to my question,” he points out. 

you take a breath, analyzing the scene in front of you. for the first time in your life, jj’s bed was made. the room was casted in the warm light of a single lamp and the red leds. his phone was set up on a small tripod on top of his dresser facing his empty bed. “you have a door, if i can’t do it… i’ll leave,” you say. 

jj nods and walks over to his phone. “i do talk… during them, it uh, they like it more that way. so it’s kind of like i’m acting out a scene with no one else there. really makin’ use of the imagination,” he explains. you nod, wrapping your arms around yourself and standing next to the dresser and out of frame of his camera. he gives you a sheepish smile before pressing record. 

it’s not like you had much time to prepare for this. i mean… how do you really prepare to watch your best friend make porn? if jj was uncomfortable, he wasn’t showing it. 

he moved in front of the phone camera, giving you one last glance before peeling his shirt over his head. “i’ve been waiting on this all day, baby,” he mutters, causing your eyes to bulge out of your head. why did he sound so much sexier all of a sudden?

he rubs his hands down his torso slowly, sensually until he reaches the waistband of his shorts. “you want me to take them off? you wanna come help me get my dick hard?” he asks in a teasing voice. 

maybe you weren’t ready for this. but part of you wanted to stay, needed to stay even. he tsked, pushing down the basketball shorts he’d been wearing for the day. you bit your lip, watching him sit down on the edge of his bed. “come touch me, baby,” he says, leaning back and sliding his hand down to run over his half hard length. he lets out a small groan. “just like that, mm,” he says, closing his eyes. your stomach dips in arousal. jj had always been hot, but he’d also always been your best friend. but right now, you wanted nothing more than to be the girl he was fantasizing about for his video. 

your eyes are trained on the growing tent in his boxers, seeing his dick grow with each pass of his hand. everytime you thought he was at his fullest, he kept growing. you rock from foot to foot to give yourself something else to maybe focus on, but it wasn’t working. “you feel how hard you get daddy?” he asks the camera and you’re at a loss of air. you never thought hearing jj referring to himself as daddy would get you so hot. you knew your face was on fire, and you felt all too hot with way too many clothes. jj glanced at you, gulping when he saw your flustered expression. 

“time to get out of these,” he muttered, eyes more on you than the camera, as if to warn you. he lifted up his hips while leaning back on one arm and then used the other to push down his waist band. his cock bounced free and you felt your panties dampen. he pushed them completely off quickly and then his hand was wrapped around the base of his thick, long, cock. he looked… ethereal. bathed in a mixture of warm light and red, making his skin look perfect. he let out a low moan as he tugged upwards. “fuck, always making me feel so good,” he grunts, jerking himself slowly. he dares to look at you once more, dick twitching at the sight of your obvious nerves and subtle movement of your thighs rubbing together. 

he continued to jerk himself, imagining you getting on your knees in front of him. “i want you to choke on this cock baby, get it all nice and wet for me so i can fuck you so good,” he groans. you’re unable to hold back the small whimper and jj’s eyes shoot to you as you put your hand over your mouth. 

jj knows he has the opportunity, and he would hate himself if he didn’t try. “why don’t you just come over here, y/n?” he asks, sitting up straighter. 

you blink hard, glancing from him to the phone in complete shock. “i-, you-” you scramble, pointing to the phone. 

he understands your concern. “i’ll bleep out your name, our faces will be blurred, i won’t even post it if you don’t want to. just try, with me, please?” he proposed. a million thoughts ran through your mind, hundreds of concerns, lots of questions, but above all: desire. 

“o-okay,” you whisper. jj smiles at your response and motions you over to him. he scoots to the side of his bed, looking at his phone screen to make sure he’s still in view. 

you walk slowly to the side of his bed. “take these clothes off for me, pretty girl,” he hums, grabbing you by your waist and running his hands up and down your sides. “i’ll cut this part out, but if you want to slow down or stop just let me know okay? this is all in your ballpark now, y/n,” he says, massaging your hips with his thumbs. 

you look to the phone, seeing the image being recorded and take a deep breath. “okay, but i-i’m going to need to just follow your lead, i-i’m nervous,” you admit.

“nervous because of the phone or because of me?” he asks. 

you shrug, looking away from him. “both,” you answer truthfully. 

jj nods understandingly. “um, would you rather not do it, because it’s me? i’m going to be so honest when i say, i’ve thought about you, like this, a lot. but i get it, we’re friends and if you’re scared of this hurting that i get it. but personally, i don’t think anything could ruin our relationship,” he says. 

“j, i want to, i just… need your direction,” you explain. 

jj smiles at your response, it soon turning to a smirk. “good thing i like being in charge,” he mutters, snapping your waist band. you giggle shyly before guiding jj’s hands to undo the button of your shorts. “oh, needy girl needs me to do it all for her. i see,” he says, yanking you towards him so he can pull them down. jj looks at the pair of underwear you have on and his face starts to get a bit redder. 

“look at these,” he hums, running his hands along the band at your hips. they were a nice dark green lace with a little bow that was way too innocent for how they looked. “show them your pretty panties, baby,” he says, using his grip to turn you to face the camera. you move your hips jokingly side to side, trying to make yourself less nervous. “there you go, look at this little bow,” he chuckles, flicking it with his finger. “let’s show em the back,” he says after a minute of you standing there and him running his hands along them. he lets out a grunt as the cheeky bottoms show off your ass.

jj always thought you had a really nice ass, but right now? he was obsessed. “what?” you muttered, noticing his silence.

he just looks up to you shaking his head. “can’t believe you’ve been hiding this ass from me,” he says, reaching around you and gripping a cheek harshly for the camera to see before slapping it. you yelp in surprise causing jj to smile smugly.

  jj reaches for the edge of your t-shirt, pulling you back to face him before pushing it up. you follow his hint, taking it in your hands and pulling it off to drop it on the floor. “oh fuck, look at those,” jj says, grabbing your waist and pulling you as close to him as he can. he wastes no time burying his face in between your breasts and kissing up your sternum. 

“j,” you mutter in ecstasy, arousal flooding your panties as you start to really think about the situation you’re in. 

you put your hands into his hair, running the strands between your fingers. “don’t say my name, baby,” he mutters against your skin. his tongue softly caresses the swell of your breast before he begins sucking. 

you pout, but realize you probably shouldn’t be using names if this was going to be posted to jj’s only fans. “what am i supposed to call you then?” you ask, letting your head fall back as you took in the feeling of him sucking on your tits.

jj chuckled and then pulled away from your skin. “daddy,” he says, squeezing your ass in tandem to get you to look at him. you look at him in shock, not expecting him to be so forward. “or, if that’s too much, just stick with babe and stuff, ok?” he continues before checking to make sure you were good. you nod in response and he smiles, looking to the camera before beginning to adjust you. jj pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle his thigh. 

he presses his lips to your neck passionately and you let out a moan of surprise. you held his neck with one hand, the other fisting the hair at the nape of his neck. jj held your hip with one hand and used the other on the back of your shoulder blades to push you into him. “need to work you up a bit, don’t want this done too fast,” he mumbles into your skin. 

after a moment of just that, both his hands fall to your hips and he uses his grip to grind you against his bare thigh before pulling away. “fuck, baby, i can feel how wet you are through your panties,” he groans, eyes closing at the feeling of your arousal seep through the thin fabric and leave a trail on his thigh. you whine, burying your face in his neck and beginning to suck a hickey above his collarbone. “what a good girl, getting all messy for me with so little attention. you just want to be my good little girl, don’t ya,” jj grunts, his mind struggling to process that he was talking to you and not a screen. 

jj pushes you off him carefully, laying you down on the bed so your pussy was facing the camera. he sits to your side, grabbing the sides of your panties and looking to you for approval. you nod and he wastes no time peeling them off your body, mouth watering at the sight of a string of arousal connecting your soaked panties to your core. he throws your underwear to the side and then yanks your knees open so the camera could see you all spread out. jj pulls your leg over his lap as he slightly turns. “can i touch your pretty pussy, baby?” he asks, rubbing the innermost part of your thigh just centimeters from your throbbing cunt, all while looking you in the eyes. 

“please,” you whimper, trying to thrust your hips down towards his hand. 

jj smirks, using his middle finger and dipping it into the pool of your arousal near your entrance. his fingers slowly glide upwards, the anticipation making you bite on your lower lip. he reaches your clit, using his singular finger to make slow, slippery circles around your clit. you look to his face, seeing just how focused in he is on his movements. “so wet for me, i think i might have to make this pretty pink little pussy mine,” he says in a husky voice while using his finger to pull your clit upwards, stretching your lips and making you whimper.

“daddy, please,” you say, wriggling your hips. jj looks up to you in slight shock, not expecting you to fall so comfortably so fast. 

jj tsks, adding another finger to swipe across your clit a couple times before lowering down. he checks his phone to make sure you’re both still in frame and then dips his middle and ring finger into you. you moan lowly, letting your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of finally having something inside of you. jj closes his eyes to hold himself together as he starts slowly moving his fingers in and out of you. “you look like such a whore for me, baby,” he says, watching you through his phone screen, mesmerized by the way his fingers easily disappeared into you. he knew his head would be spinning the second his dick was inside of you. “dreamt of this cunt, holy shit,” jj groans, speeding up his pace as you grip onto his arm. you whimper beneath his hand, needing more friction on your clit. 

you squeeze your legs together, the sensation making you choke in pleasure as you scratch jj’s arm. “more,” you moan, back arching as your closed legs make jj’s palm make contact with your clit. 

“more?” jj chuckles, taking his hand away from your pussy and watching mesmerized as you whine for his touch. “does my little slut want my dick? already?” he teases, shoving your knees apart once more. you nod eagerly at him, pussy clenching around nothing. jj motions for you to sit up and you do. he helps maneuver you so you’re now facing sideways, but a little diagonal with your bottom angled slightly towards the camera. 

jj moves to his knees, kneeling in front of you now. “you good with this still?” he asks, faltering back to his semi worried state, checking on you. 

you hold your hands out towards him causing him to lean towards you. you grab the sides of his neck forcing him to stare directly into your eyes. “i really, really need you to fuck me,” you say, thumb tracing his jaw. jj lets out a breath through his nose, nostrils flaring as he tries to hold himself back. he was doing this for you as a friend. he said that this wasn’t going to change your friendship and he wanted to stick as closely to that as possible. he had an overwhelming urge to kiss you, but you didn’t ask for anything romantic between the two of you, this was business. kissing you would mess it up, it would make it too personal. 

he pulls back gently, grabbing your hips and pulling them to him. to avoid having his urge to kiss you worsen, he opts to keep his face further from yours. “i’ll pull out,” he mutters lowly, not wanting to stop to search for a condom he wasn’t even sure he had. you just nod feverishly, not even caring if he decided to cum inside you anyway. “gonna fuck this pretty pussy so good,” he groans, using his hand to guide himself to your entrance. 

he slips just the head of his cock inside, feeling you clench around him as a small moan leaves your lips. “daddy, please, want it hard,” you whine. jj swears his eyes could roll back into his head after hearing you say those words.

before you can register his movements, you’re moaning and throwing your head back as pleasure begins blooming in your gut. jj grabs the backs of your knees, moving your legs up to rest on his chest. he holds onto your lower calves as he rams his dick fully inside of you with no warning. you’re gripping the bed sheets as he grunts and pulls his hips back. “bout to fuck you so hard you’ll go fucking stupid,” he says, punctuating with a sharp forward thrust would sends him into a steady rhythm. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass fill his room, his phone picking up each whimper and grunt that escapes the two of you. you look over to the camera, pussy clenching as it fully hits you. 

jj was recording himself fuck you. he was filming, and he was fucking you. and he was going to post it. not only would a bunch of strangers get to see this, but jj would have it. he could watch it over, and over, and over again. you look at the image reflected on the screen. jj had your legs held tightly to his chest, your breasts were bouncing with each impact he made and you could see his balls slapping against you. your fingers were gripping the sheets and jj’s thighs were beginning to shake. he was holding himself back. he was going to cum because of you on camera. shit, he was going to make you cum on camera and then post it for his followers to see so he could make money off it. you had never felt so turned on.

not wanting to make jj suffer, you reach your hand furthest from the camera to your clit. “that’s it, babygirl, fuckkk yeah rub that pretty clit for daddy,” jj groans, watching your fingers move swiftly over your slick, sensitive clit. you curse, clenching around him as your fingers begin to send you to your edge. you’d never cum so fast, but the idea of being on camera and doing it with jj was something much more arousing than what you’d previously experienced. 

the feeling in your lower stomach was causing you to see stars as it grew tighter and tighter. you sped up the movement of your fingers as jj’s cock stretched you perfectly. “i-i think i’m gonna c-cum already,” you whine, eyes fluttering shut. 

jj picks up his pace, using all of his concentration on not busting inside of you. “cum for me, my fucking whore, fucking cum,” he grunts, his own vision beginning to blur. a loud, gasping moan is heard from you as you tighten around him almost painfully hard and your back arches high off the bed. you body jolts as your fingers continue their speed on your clit. jj drops your legs, pulling out of you quickly to rut between the juncture of your hip and lip of your pussy. you feel his cock nudging the edge of your hand as you send yourself through your orgasm and immediately grab his cock, moving him over to hump against your wet slit, the head of his cock rubbing against your clit as you covered him with your hand. jj grunts, hips stuttering as ropes of his cum splatter against your clit and up past your belly button. his hips grind harder into you as his jaw is dropped in a moan, reveling in riding out his orgasm with the feeling of spreading his cum across your pussy lips. 

both of you pant as you come down from your highs. once jj has enough of a hold on himself again, he pushes himself up and moves your hips to once again face the camera. he shows the camera your pussy, coated in his white cum as you intermediately clench around nothing while you finish coming down. jj moves to get up, stopping the recording and grabbing a t shirt from the floor. he wordlessly wipes you off, being extra careful to lightly go over your sensitive pussy. he wipes himself off as well and then throws the shirt back down and sits next to where your head was resting, eyes closed against the bed. 

“doing okay, y/n?” jj asks, looking at you unsure. you hum lowly, nodding. you blindly reach out next to you, your hand patting against the bed and jj’s thigh until he takes the hint and grabs ahold of your hand. “you sure?” he asks, rubbing the top of your knuckles with his thumb. 

you slowly blink your eyes open before looking at him. “i am doing… so much more than okay,” you say with a smile on your face. you both laugh and jj smiles at you with adoration. “so, when are you um, posting it?” you ask.

jj looks at you for a moment, smiling fading into a more serious face. “you know i don’t have to post it right?” he reminds you.

“uh yes you do, do i get a cut of what you make off it?” you say, also serious but putting a joking tone underneath. 

his finger stops stroking your knuckles. “you’re for real?” he asks and you’re quickly nodding. “well, um, it shouldn’t take me more than tonight to edit it,” he shrugs.

you smile up at him before pushing yourself up to your elbows. “so send me the link when you post it?” you ask, tone flirtier than before. jj smirks at you, liking this attitude on you. 

“you’ll have access to everything i’ve posted…” he trails off.

you raise your brows. “is that a problem?” you question. 

jj shakes his head, smirk growing. “just don’t hurt your arm fingering yourself to me,” he shrugs. you roll your eyes and smack him in the arm to which he just laughs.

“funny, now can you help me up please?” jj immediately moves to help you stand, talking to distract you from the fact that his dick was twitching again at the thought of you getting yourself off to him. 

[jedi-luca]

Avenger Lane Chapter 13 PT 2: Ignite The Love

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention? 

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: Reader has a Penis, pure smut

Previous Chapter

Your phone began ringing as you slowly moved out from under her, grabbing your phone. “Hello?” You ask, feeling her lips against your bare back.

��Hey Tony.” You smirk feeling her hands roaming your beefy torso.

“Yes sir, I can take care of that.” You say feeling Natasha tug you back against the mattress. You quickly mute your phone as she lifts your member up and begins gobbling you down. “Fuuuuck!” You groan and unmute your phone as Tony goes on about the on boarding. “For sure just if you could-“ you clear your throat to mask the moan that wants to fall out of your mouth. “Email me with the info packet I’ll get it taken care of.” You mute the phone.

“You fuckin’ dirty little birdy!” You chuckled looking down.

“Hmmmm” Natasha moaned, feeling precum seeping out.

“Alright Tony talk to you tomorrow thank you again. I’m looking forward to it as well…bye!”

Natasha looked at you with mischievous eyes before letting you go with pop.

“Naughty Natty.” You grinned.

She giggled stroking your cock.

“C’mere sit on my face.”

She blushed crawling up your body and slowly hovering over your face gripping the headboard. You held her thighs down sticking your tongue deep inside of her. 

“Fuck daddy!” She moaned.

“Hmmm” you hummed, lapping her up as her hips began to hump your mouth. She placed one hand on the head board and the other was moving your head just where she needs it.

You could feel your cock throbbing and couldn’t help but tug on your staff.

Natasha looked back feeling your hand missing from her ass. She looked down with a smirk before lifting up out of your hold and turning around.

“There. Now hands on me.”

“Yes ma’am.” You smirk laying your hands against her ass cheeks spreading them as you go town.

“Hmmm.” Natasha moans as she sucks on your dick.

“Hmhmm.” You respond.

Your body shook, feeling Natasha shake her head as she swallowed you down to the brim.

“Ooooh fuck!” You grunted, letting your hands wander her body as you flicked her sweet little tangy bud around. Every now and then letting your tongue take a deep dive before coming back up to her bundle of nerves.

Soon she sat up and turned around. 

“I wanna ride saddle now.” She smirked.

You hiss as she sinks down on your cock. “Ahhh Natasha! Ohhh baby!”

Her eyes flutter as she raises up again using your shoulders to help lift herself up.

“You like this daddy?” She husks out managing to say.

“Hmhm, yes, fuck yes, you feel so good.” You groan.

She smirks, closing her eyes as she sinks down once more leaning her forehead against yours. “You’re so thick and long.” She moans. “You’re so hung, Y/N.”

“Fuck.” You feel yourself twitch. “You’re so tight.” You take a deep breath trying not to arrive too early let her have some fun on the stallion.

“Hmmm.” She sits down enjoying the way you fill her up. You kiss her in way that feels so fucking sexy you can feel her getting wetter by the second.

“How’s my cowgirl doin’?”

She giggles before wiggling against you. She kisses you once more before nibbling on your ear. 

“Take me daddy.”

“Alright baby let’s ride side saddle.” You smirked before wrapping your arms around her, lifting her up and laying her down letting her legs go off to the side but keeping her torso straight.

“Hmm.” She groans as you stretch her body out right before thrusting.

“Fuck baby you feel sooo good.” You groan, letting your hand grip her hip and the other massage her breasts.

“You feel so good inside me.”

“Can I go faster baby?”

“Yes daddy.”

Your hips are burning at the rate your clapping her cheeks but you're both getting closer and closer. 

Natasha bites her bottom lips as her fingers trail down your flexed abs right down to the vein that runs down to your meat.

“Come closer.” She says.

You lie down behind her raising your leg and she turns just so she can kiss you as you fuck her into oblivion.

“I’m so close daddy.” She whines.

“Me too Angel.” You pant reaching below to rub her little bundle of nerves. She lets out a rough groan pulling you closer and trying to meet your strokes.

“Cum inside me daddy.” She husks before taking your lips and clamping down around you.

You groan feeling her walls milking you so you bring her closer humping roughly into her harder and harder.

“Yes daddy!” She moans loudly wrapping her arms around yours.

“Hmm.” You sigh feeling like you’ve emptied yourself inside of her. You caress her cheek as you both kiss languishly. “You’re perfect in every way imaginable.” You whisper. Leaving a soft kiss against her lips as you move your lips against her nape.

“That’s how I feel about you.” She says before kissing you languishly.

You pull out slowly and she turns to cuddle you, pecking your chest.

“Are you hungry?” She asks, looking over at the clock. The two of you have been at it for the last 4 hours.

“Yes.” You chuckle.

“I’ll make us some lunch.” She smiles pecking your lips before trying to get out of bed.

“Wait.” You groan holding her as she sits up on the edge of the bed.

She giggles as she looks for her clothes.

“Maybe I can survive off of you, hm?” You ask dipping your tongue between her folds.

Natasha sighs feeling herself grow wet the moment your tongue hit her clit.

“That feels so good.” She groans tilting her head back letting you spread her legs a bit as you deepen your tongue. Her fingers gently take through your scalp until she hears your stomach growl. “Hmhm no im making you food.” She pushes you away gently as she looks for her underwear.

“Aw no baby that’s just the pussy monster in me. I’m hungry for you.” You chuckle and she can’t help but laugh. Natasha yelps as you yank her back in bed just as she find her panties.

“The pussy monster is hungry!” you growled, tickling her sides. 

“Oh no not the pussy monster!” Natasha laughed and trashed in your arms.

You started kissing your way back down as she began speaking.

“How about this pussy monster? Let me feed Y/N first and then you can have all the pussy you want with that monster cock of yours.” Natasha smirked tugging your meat.

“Fuck Y/N.” You huffed beating your chest.

She giggled and began moaning as you licked her up.

“Ohhhh fuuuck pusssy monster!” 

You grunted as you continued to make her moan. Her hands were everywhere; tangled in sheets to grasping her boobs to holding your head right where she wants you.

“Oh my- fuck! Right there! Right there! Right! Right fucking there fuck oh my God!” She moaned, you felt a rush of liquid hit you tongue and her shaking came to an end. You lick her clean feeling her twitch beneath you. 

You stood picking her up roughly, and sat her down right on your cock. You grunted and she moaned loudly. Watching you through the dresser mirror as you had your arms wrapped around her and one hand around her throat.

“Fuuuuuck!” She moaned as you bounced her on your meat, your grunts in her ear spurring her on. She threw her head back and you turned her by the chin kissing her roughly. “Pussy monster soooo good with your monster cock.” She groaned, gripping your arms.

“Fuck yourself on this monster cock.” Your voice was different, almost animalistic. It was low and gravelly. You grabbed her arms and held them behind her back as she began riding you.

“Ohhh my- ughhh yesss!” Natasha moaned loudly, nearly crying as she came closer and closer to her climax. It was like you knew exactly what she wanted without having to tell you.  

You growled as you watched her lift up, arch her back  and roll her hips. Making sure to take every last inch of you. 

“Like this daddy?”

“Yes baby.” You said lowly.

“Fuck I won’t last daddy you’re filling me completely up and hitting my special spot.” She moaned.

“Then cum on this cock.”

“I’ll need your help.” She said turning her head looking into your dark eyes.

“Hm.” You grunted, letting go of her arms and grasping her thighs and using her like a fuck doll. She came so hard she cried as she rode out her orgasm on your meat.

“Ohhhhh!!!! Fuuuck it’s still fucking going oh my- ughhh yessss!!” She groaned seeing your cum deep down her thighs.

You both fell against the mattress and in a panting heap.

“Fuck Y/N.” Natasha had a lovesick smile on her face.

You lifted your head in confusion seeing Natasha’s chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. “Uhh Nat? What happened? I thought you were gonna make food?”

She lifted her head looking at you in disbelief before laughing. “You’re such dork. Get off me.” She smacks you.

“Wha-? What did I do?!” You huff getting up joining her in pulling on your underwear.

“You’re such an ass.” She laughs once more, grabbing her robe.

You chuckle darkly before grabbing ahold of her from behind kissing her cheek before you both descend down the stairs.

“What can I do to help?” You ask as you watch her grab a few things from the fridge.

“You can-“ she looks back as she grabs the chicken. “Peel the potatoes and cut the green beans.”

You quickly wash your hands and get to work. It doesn’t take long at all for you to finish.

You hold her from behind as she makes the mashed potatoes, letting the green beans and chicken simmer.

“You’re amazing.” You say softly.

“Thank you baby.” She smiles, feeling your forehead against her spine. She looks down and chuckles to herself seeing your legs spread out so you can lower your height.

Natasha turns in place as she finishes the mashed potatoes letting the chicken finish.

“It’s almost done, maybe 10 more minutes.” She says against your lips.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you Natasha.” You say in return.

“You just fucked me silly not even 20 minutes ago.” She smirked.

“Huh?” You acted confused.

“Stop it!” She giggled and you smiled.

She kisses you and you slip your tongue in lifting her up and on the counter.

“Baby.” She husks.

“Do you remember my birthday?” You ask between kisses. “The night you gave me this?” You bring her hand up to the necklace she got you.

She nods against your lips.

“That night, I was so unbelievably hard for you. You had me questioning everything that night.”

She moaned, arching into you as you undid her robe bringing her panties down.

“Oh baby you have no idea how badly I wanted to fuck you on that counter. I wanted to be inside you so badly that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that. Every night I dreamt of you.”

She moaned as you entered her bringing you in a kiss.

“I wanted you to. I wanted your cock so badly, I could feel you.” She husked feeling you suckling against her neck.

“I knew I felt you rubbing against me.” You smirked bringing her in a kiss as you sped up and slowed down.

“I was so ready for you to just take me.” Natasha moaned. “I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N.”

“I’ve got you now. It’s you that I want and it’s not just this. It’s you. God it’s you Natalia you’re so fucking perfect.”

“Please don’t let go.”

“Never if I can help it. I wanna be with you baby.”

She pulled you into a kiss and with every thrust you could hear the cabinets open and slam close. Your moans echoing in the kitchen. 

Only for the timer to interrupt you.

“Wait, baby move the chicken.”

You chuckle and turn the ranges on warm and move the chicken before diving back into her.

Those three little words hung in the air. Both of you could feel the words in the tip of your tongue.

Natasha gasped as you began hitting her spot over and over again and again she knew what you were trying to do. She’s embarrassed to say how fast you made her squirt.

“Ohhhh daddy!” She whines and you thrust fast and faster and faster hitting her spot again and again until she’s absolutely quivering and all but screaming your name.

You finally pull out feeling a splashes of her juices hitting your abs and cock.

“F-f-f-fuuuuck!” She stutters, twitching in your arms.

“You did so good for daddy baby.” You praised her before entering her once more causing her to moan loudly gripping your forearms as you slid all the way in and out. “Fuck baby you feel so fucking good.” You hiss. “Your pussy is vibrating.”

She whines and you kiss her softly continuing your strokes.

“That’s it baby you’re taking all of me so well.”

“Hmhm.” She nods, biting her lip. “You feel so good daddy.” 

“Daddy aims to please.” You smirk, leaning in to kiss her once more as you begin to pound into her.

“I’m so close.” She gasps.

“Me too.” You reply still pumping inside of her you feel her walls clamping down tightly around you.

“Ohhh baby!” You both moan as you cum inside of her.

You groan thrusting a couple times letting her completely milk you dry. You pull out letting your cum fall on your cock before rubbing it back along her pussy and entering her once more. 

“Hmm.” She moans seeing your creams and juices falling down your long thick meat.

She brings your lips against hers and you smile into the kiss before breaking it and gently pulling out. You reach for some paper towels cleaning her up and the mess you made on the tiles.

“I don’t know how you keep doing that to me.” She sighs against the cabinets watching you clean up the mess.

You chuckle before walking over to help her down.

“Oh no I can’t walk let alone stand.”

You nod, grabbing her underwear and robe dressing her before scooping her up in your arms and setting her in her dinner chair. You walk back over to the stove making her plate and glass of water before bringing it over to her.

“Thanks daddy.” She says leaving a kiss above your waist line.

You lean down and whisper in her ear. “Don’t play with fire princess.”

“Or what? The pussy monster will come out?” She asks with a smirk as you sit to eat your food.

“What are you talking about?” You ask feigning confusion.

She chuckles throwing a green bean at you and you smile eating it.

“This chicken is cooked perfectly. My compliments to the chef.” You grin while taking a bite. Her foot is making its way up your leg. 

Natasha has to admit she loves that you call yourself ‘the pussy monster’ and then act like a caveman that’s discovered sex for the first time. God it makes her soaked just thinking of you tossing her around the bed fucking her roughly cause you’ve lost all control. Dont get her wrong she loves the sweet you in bed but the rabid you is just so fucking sexy. She kind of can't wait to bring that out of you again. 

Not to mention the way you make her squirt. She’s heard of it, she's seen it in porn, but she never thought she was capable of it. It was one of the most amazing powerful orgasms she’s ever had in her life, and you make it seem so easy. You’ve been fucking her all morning and afternoon and Natasha is so eager to hop back on the saddle. 

“You’re so quiet.” You chuckled after taking a sip of water.

“Just eating and being here with you… thinking of how well you fucked me all morning and afternoon. How good your cock tasted. How good you felt inside of me.” 

You coughed choking on your mashed potatoes and chicken.

“You know I used to dream of you all the time. Ever since you moved in actually.” She kinked her brow. “I remember seeing you through my bedroom window, you always forgot to close the curtains.” She smirked and pushed her panties down reaching out for her water before standing up, and dropping her robe.

“Fuck really?” You whispered watching her saunter over to you. You took a sip of your water before pushing your chair back.

“I would watch you with her and touch myself imagining it was me you were fucking.” Natasha straddled you grinding down against your already hardened staff. “So hard for me already.” She husked.

“Hmm, you make me so hard so fast, Talia.” You sighed feeling her slick folds against your dick. You feel her tongue against your spot on your neck. Natasha looked down to see your hands gripping the chair so hard they were turning white.

“Put your hands on me daddy.” She husks.

You let go of the bottom of the chair gripping her ass.

“Fuck, I love your ass so much it’s so fucking perfect.”

She giggled in your ear before you let your hands slap her cheeks. Natasha lifts herself up a bit before lowering herself down.

“God damn.” You groan seeing her breasts in your face as she throws her head back in a moan. You lean in rubbing your face in her mounds before bringing one in your mouth. “Tell me more.” You smirked as she writhed above.

“In the mornings I would sit outside just to watch the way your big dick would flop in your shorts when you would run, or how the outline would look in sweats.” Natasha’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her moaning grew as she rode you faster with a bit of your help with your hands.

“Ahhhh fuck! That’s so fucking hot.” You groaned. “You know the first time I ever touched myself thinking of you was after a work out. Ohhh fuck this feels so fucking good.” You moaned.

“Keep talking or I’ll stop.” Natasha paused her motions.

“I was changing and I saw you changing as well. You pulled down your underwear and I could see this beautiful pussy. I was so fucking hard for you I started tugging myself in the shower. Then Quinn came in and I thought of you when we fucked.”

Natasha’s mouth slacked open into an ‘O’ and her strokes became short and rough as she came hard around you. “FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!”

“The second time besides my birthday that you made me hard was Halloween.”

“Ohhh I fucking knew it.” She panted before she began rocking her hips.

“You were wearing that tight little cat suit and sitting right on my dick. God, it took everything in me to not get a chub.”

Natasha laughed, bringing you in a kiss.

“By the time you got off of me the blood rushed to my dick so fast I wasn’t thinking and fucked Quinn in the bathroom I almost lost my hardon I had to think of you.” 

Natasha kissed you roughly. You sat back watching her ride you thoroughly enjoying yourself. The redhead lifted your hands up against her breasts making you touch her. You smirk bringing her nipple in your mouth making her moan.

Your hands went to her ass helping her move up and down. Widening her cheeks so you can go deeper. One more bounce and the two of you were undone.

“Y/N!”

Her moans were like a symphony and you were the conductor. 

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You and Natasha only made it to the sofa both cuddled up napping on and off as you watched tv. Natasha was of course the little spoon, your appendage being nestled between her legs.

Being cock warmed was one of your favorite things. The feel of her warm center, and the way her body feels against yours. Every now and then you’d let your hands wander her smooth body. Kissing, nibbling her shoulders, neck, and lips. 

“Hmm, that feels so nice baby.” Natasha would sigh pushing back into you.

“I could stay like this forever with you.” You said softly as you burrowed into her neck.

“Me too.” She whispered, noticing how your ringless finger held a tan line. It brought Natasha back to reality for a brief moment. Remembering that you’ve only been separated for about a handful of days now. She knows this bliss fullness won’t last too long. At some point you’ll need to face your wife and see your kids again. Soon you’ll have to leave her, and that thought made her heart ache.

She could hear your gentle snores and so she began to move against you. She began whimpering as she rocked her hips.

“Hmm.” You hummed waking up against her lip. 

“Fuck.” She gasped.

“That’s it baby keep going.” You whisper in her ear your fingers make there way down between her legs.

Natasha turns her head, capturing your lips.

“Y/N.” She moans your name.

You wrap your arms around her before moving on your back with her back against your front. You feel her turn you by the chin she kisses you just as you begin thrusting your hips.

She moans in your mouth so you pull away letting her moans fill the living room.

“Ohhh baby!” She whines looking down to see your long staff pumping in an out.

“Natalia!” You groaned. “Is this it baby? Is this what you wanted?” 

“Yessss daddy this is what I wanted!” She whines feeling you hitting her spot. She groans as tightens around you, meeting your every thrust. “Keep going don’t stop!” She cried riding your strokes.

“Ugh oh fuck!” You groaned trying not to cum yet but being cocked warmed for hours is making it hard to not explode inside of her as she cums around you.

“Yessssssss!” She moans sitting up but you pull out.

“I almost came baby.” You pant.

“I don’t care, I need more! I still want it! I need more!” She whines as you hold the base of your cock and she strokes you before shoving you back inside of her. “Fuuuck I need more!”

Natasha’s leg crossed over yours as she holds your thigh. She’s moaning as she bounces on your meat wiggling her ass with each rock of her hips.

“Ohhhhhh babbbbby!” You moan cuming inside of her as she shakes against you one last time. You both shake from the aftershocks as you try and catch your breath. 

You grunt, feeling her get off of you and turning around to help you up.

“I’m tired baby, let's go to bed.”

You nod standing up and cleaning the both of you before following her upstairs.

You both change the sheets before putting on some underwear. The two of you lay down when you bring her against you.

“I adore you.” You say softly.

Natasha kisses you softly before you drifted off to sleep.

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Natasha couldn’t stop thinking about the other shoe dropping all night. She tried to just enjoy the present. She tried to sleep but she couldn’t.

“You okay?” You ask as you both get ready. “You’ve been so quiet all morning.”

Natasha nodded and walked into your arms.

“Do you wanna stay home? I can get everything done on my own if you’re not feeling your best.”

She shook her head negatively against your chest.

“Okay well let me make you some breakfast first.”

She watched you cook at the stove occasionally looking over at her with a million dollar smile.

You set her plate down and once again pressed her asking what was wrong.

“It’s nothing.” She whispered.

“Did I do something?” You ask crouching down.

“No baby.” She replied softly.

“Then what’s got you so glum?”

“I just.. I guess I’m just worried that you might leave me soon.” She finally spoke.

“Oh… I didn’t even… that’s not even on my mind right now to tell you the truth.” You admit.

“Really?”

“Really, as bad as it is I’ve just been enjoying my time with you. Yesterday was…” you gulped.

“Amazing?”

“More than that.” You say. “Being with you was the best I’ve ever felt in my life. Excluding the girls of course. It just made me realize that I want that everyday.” 

“Are you trying to say you want a relationship with me?” She chuckles caressing your face.

“Very much so.” You whisper against her lips. Your phone began ringing looking over it was the mirror guy. “Uh it’s the guy about your mirrors. Let me take it.” You stand and she begins to eat her breakfast as you set up a time for the delivery.

Natasha thought about your words and she truly wanted to say yes. She wants to be with you more than anything, but you’re still married. There's no telling how long this divorce will be.

So when you end the call she says.

“You should eat, we've got a lot to do before he gets there.”

You gulp, noticing how she changed the subject, but you didn’t press her you just nodded and ate your breakfast.

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You were building the shoe case when you began watching Natasha from the mirror. She was stretching on the bars you screwed on when she lowered herself to the floor. She began doing a routine of stretches when she bent forward causing a strain on her leotard. Your mind instantly went to dirty thoughts you felt a throb below your belt. You raised the hammer only to hit your thumb.

“Fuck!” You shouted all dirty thoughts were now gone and the throb moved to your thumb.

“I’ll get some ice!” Natasha ran out the door and came rushing back with a cool rag of ice inside. She took your hand placing it on your thumb. “Better?” She smiled and all you could do was nod.

“Thank you.” You said taking the makeshift ice bag from her hands.

“What happened?”

“I hammered my thumb on accident.”

She took your hand and kissed the top of your thumb. “Better?”

“Wow it’s not throbbing anymore.” You joked, chuckling, putting the ice bag back on your thumb.

“Thank you, for doing all of this for me. It all looks perfect.”

“Anytime.” You replied, setting the ice bag on the case.

She brought you in a hug. You leaned down going in for the kiss that you’ve been dying for only for Natasha to turn her head. Your lips landed on her cheek just as she said-

“No, Y/N.” Pushing you gently back by your chest turning around. “I’ve been thinking about our conversation from this morning. You were right yesterday was amazing it was almost perfect-“

“But?” You ask as she turns back around to face you. 

“You’re married and in the middle of a separation. The divorce could take up to a year.”

You felt your heart drop, you knew this was going to happen. You kept telling yourself to wait to not jump the gun.

“I- I understand-“ you nod as she places her hands against your chest.

“I want to be with you, Y/N, just in the right way.”

“You’re right, I agree with you. You know yesterday we- while I wouldn’t label it a mistake I would say we jumped the gun.” You take her hands. “But make no mistake. Natasha, I’ve never wanted a woman in my life more than you. I guess the question is would you… wait for me?”

The moment was cut short when Val and Thor poked their heads in.

“Wow! This place looks amazing!” Thor grinned looking around.

Natasha’s heart was thumping; she just wanted you to hold her. 

“Damn Y/N you made all this?” Val grinned.

“Yup.” You nod still feeling your nerves jumping.

They looked around for a bit, asked a few more questions but Val could tell they definitely interrupted a moment.

“Come on Thor we should get outta here.”

“But-“

“Let’s go.” Val winked at you before tugging the large Scandinavian out of the studio.

“We should probably head back too.” You say softly.

Natasha can feel the tears beginning to swell in her eyes as she nods, folding her arms as she rushes out of the room.

“Nat-“ you call out with a sigh but it’s too late she’s gone.

You grab her things and turn off the light before closing her door and head outside to meet her in the car.

“Baby.” You say softly looking over at Natasha who sat looking out the window clearly crying. You begin the drive back her house and reach over for her hand which she accepts and squeezes.

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Soon you had your bag packed and stopped by the door.

“Y/N, don’t go-“ Natasha cried, taking your hand.

“Honestly it’s for the best-“

“But I-“

“I need to be with the girls, they're starting to wonder where I am. Plus Nat I miss them so much and they’re right next door.” You gesture with your arm.

Natasha nods, feeling tears prick her eyes.

“Thank you, for helping me with everything, and I’m sorry that I’m making you cry right now.”

“Please stay.” She shook her head and her voice was strained. “The girls are always welcome here.”

“I don’t even know how to break it to them yet, but I know I can’t just uproot them out of nowhere.”

“I know. I know, I just… I just don’t want you to go.  Baby we can keep our hands off each other and live with one another.” Natasha’s voice cracks as you bring her into an embrace letting your suitcase go.

“I know I can’t after having had you.” You lean down kissing her lips softly wiping away her tears. You feel her kiss you deeply once more before letting you go.

“Believe me, Nat, I don't want to leave you.” You say softly against her forehead. She squeezes you tightly you can feel her crying against your chest as you rub her back. “Just because I’m not staying here and we aren’t gonna be together. Doesn’t mean we can’t still speak to each other.”

Natasha nods sniffling before letting you go and you wipe away her tears.

“Just remember that I’m leaving because You’re right, I want our relationship to start off on the right foot.” You opened the door and her heart sank. “I’ll see you when you open the studio. I’ll bring Beth and Fin.” You smiled sadly, you kissed her hand and walked out the door, closing it on your way out.

Natasha slid against the wooden floor crying as you made your way back to the woman you couldn’t stand to be around. Wanda was on the porch reading when she noticed you with your bag packed walking back home.

“Oh no.” Wanda muttered she waited until you were called inside before running to Natasha.

She knocked and Nat jumped up quickly wiping her tears thinking it was you. She whipped open the door only to find Wanda. She couldn’t help but sob falling in Wanda’s arms.

“Oh honey.” Wanda shut the door, moving them to the couch letting Natasha cry her eyes out. Wanda has only seen her this way twice. Once when Natasha’s family was deported, and the second was when Dreykov ruined her career. She rubbed her back rocking her as she sobbed.

When she finally settled down Wanda made her some tea and asked “What happened?”

“We’re waiting.” Natasha sniffled.

“What do you mean?”

“We have feelings for one another so we’re waiting until the divorce goes through.”

“Oh honey, I’m sorry.” Wanda said, bringing her in a hug. Wanda led her over to the coach. “It’ll happen and when it does you, Y/N, and the girls will be happy together I just know it.”

“I hope so.” She whispered before looking over at your window. Natasha laid on the couch with your hoodie. Wanda turned on Modern Family stroking her hair.

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Meanwhile in your Home

“You’re back.” Quinn said full of hope.

“Dad!” “Papa!” Your girls beamed running into your arms. 

“Papa, I missed you!” Fin squeezed your neck.

“Me too.” Beth said softly nuzzling into your side. 

You felt your aching heart uplift with the love your daughters have for you.

“I missed you both as well. So much!” You say lifting them up hearing them giggle.

It wasn’t until they were washing up for dinner that you spoke with Quinn. “Please understand that me being back does not mean we are back together. Make no mistake, I want a divorce.”

Quinn nodded trying not to cry. “How does pizza sound?”

“Perfect.” 

Quinn began ordering dinner as the girls ran back in to tell you about their week.

“Mom, you’re right, I don’t want a divorce I need your help... Thank you.” Quinn hung up her phone and walked back towards the living room. “Dinner will be here in 20 minutes.” 

“Yayyyyyyy!” Fin cheered.

Quinn was not letting you go without a fight. 

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[ebodebo]

Can we please get protective Alex Keller🙏🏻🙏🏻

summary: basically you and alex have been dating for a while, and you go find him after getting attacked in an alleyway.

pairing: alex keller x f!reader

a/n: why yes you can anon. this could lowkey be a part two to backyard barbecue, BUT it can be read as a standalone, as that was the original intent. anyways, i hope you enjoy! also feel free to send asks... i'm trying to get through the ones in my inbox, but the more the merrier:) (also in this alex still works for the cia) also, also in this i grossly underestimated how protected the cia is, but just ignore that.

word count: 2.8k+

warnings: graphic depictions of violence (like seriously) , knife cutting, choking, blood

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The Shadows

It was a hot, humid evening—typical of Virginia in August, unfortunately. It was a contrast from the colder, rainy days in DC you have become accustomed to. Even though it was only a couple hours of travel between the two states, the weather made them seem worlds apart.

The only reason you were in Virginia was to visit Alex, whom you've been dating for a while. He worked for the CIA, and they were currently collaborating with one of the most elite task forces in the country, maybe in the world, T141, which your dad is the captain of.

You were quietly lying in each other's embraces on the couch in his living room before he got a call from your dad saying he needed to report to the Special Activities Center at the CIA urgently. 

"It's late." You mention, glancing out the window to the sun setting over the horizon, casting a warm glow through the window, feeling the cold swoop in as he let go of you to gather his things.

"I know. But they don't really operate on anyone else's schedules," he said, his voice hushed. He walked back into his room to grab a simple black shirt, casually slipping it on as he came back into the living room.

He sat on the edge of the couch, grabbing his boots and slipping them on. You leaned in closer, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind, lips ghosting over his ear.

"Are you sure I can't persuade you to stay?" You seductively say, pressing tiny kisses to his helix. 

"Baby... It's work." He groans out, grabbing your hand around his neck and intertwining your fingers, noticeably upset he had to leave.

"Tell 'em' you're with me." You suggest, laying your forehead on his shoulder.

"Somehow, I feel like that would make it worse." He lets out a deep chuckle before turning towards you and pressing a kiss to your temple. He moves his head down, hovering over your lips, but before he leans further, you slowly turn your head, evading him. 

"Give me a kiss." He gruffly states, bringing his hands up to cup your jaw. You lightly shake your head from side to side. "No."

"Sweetheart..." There was almost a warning tone in his voice. He tilted his head to the side, raising a brow at you.

You glance at him, impatience written on his face. A huge smile takes over your face, and you quickly turn to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Oh my God. Why are you so obsessed with me?" You jokingly laugh out, pressing your lips lightly to his. He takes the opportunity to grab the back of your head with his hand, pushing you deeper into him.

"I just am." He says, pulling back and smiling at you. You blushed, gently pushing his shoulder back. 

"Since when were you shy?" He snickered, turning back around to finish putting his boot on. 

"You're a loser." You turned your head slightly to conceal the color growing on your cheeks. 

"What kind of answer is that?" He cackled, standing up to grab his keys from the counter. 

"I'll call you when we finish. Okay?" You look back at him, lightly smiling. 

"Okay." You agree, watching him shuffle to the front door. 

"I love you." He yelled, his voice louder than needed.

"I love you too." You laughed out.

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It had been two hours, no three, maybe four? You had lost track of time a little after one hour when Alex had texted you, letting you know he would be back very late, making you sigh.

You rolled around in his bed, unable to sleep since he wasn't beside you. Groaning, you decided to go to the kitchen and get some water.

Walking into the kitchen, you felt the cold of the wood on your feet, the sensation waking you up even further.

"Shit." You murmured, glancing out the living room window to the calm streets outside. A walk could soothe your mind. You thought, grabbing your keycard to the building and a water bottle from the fridge.

Although the days may be hot and humid, the nights are frigid. It wasn't unbearable, even with your simple shorts and Alex's hoodie covering your body.

You made it down the street, admiring the city's simplicity and warmth past the apartment complex. It felt nice breathing in the cold air and simply admiring the surroundings.

You were walking past a local pastry shop you and Alex go to every morning for a scone and coffee. It was closed, but even though the lights were off, it still looked so warm and inviting. You smiled as you walked past it, thinking about the scone you would get in the morning.

As your eyes continued roaming around the Greek restaurant a little past the bakery, you heard a sound coming from the alleyway behind you. You turned around swiftly, seeing no one. 

Maybe you weren't smart enough to know not to walk at night by yourself, but you were smart enough not to investigate a dark alleyway.

You continued walking, telling yourself you would only walk for ten more minutes, maybe less. The next few minutes were fine, though you felt a strange feeling crawling up your spine. It felt like you were being watched.

You shook off the thoughts as you decided to turn back around and just head straight to the apartment. You walked past the same Greek restaurant, then the bakery, seeing or hearing nothing odd until you were walking past the alleyway you heard a noise from earlier.

Your walking sped up as you passed it, but before you could comprehend anything, you felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jolt forward.

"You Price's kid?" a tall, masked man asked dryly as he gripped your shoulder. You were frozen in place, unable to form words.

"I asked you a question." The man pushed, his voice becoming more agitated the longer it took you to answer. His grip on your shoulder tightened, causing you to wince in pain.

"I-uh-I." You stuttered, looking up at him, grimacing. 

Although you couldn't see his face, you could feel a smile grow on his lips.

"Oh, Can't speak?" he sarcastically said. "My boss said you were free rain if you didn't cooperate." Your eyes widen, tears already brimming your waterline.

"Like a deer caught in headlights." He laughed, reaching into his pocket to pull out a pocket knife, which he quickly flips open, bringing it to hover over your cheek.

"No... please... I don't know who that is." You're surprised you even managed to get the words out. Your body was in such a state of shock and panic, and your voice and hands were shaking.

"Oh. You don't know him?" He pulls the knife away slightly, causing the tension in your shoulders to relax a little. Though, he's quick to bring the knife back to dig a vertical line into the flesh of your plump cheek, making you yelp in pain.

"You're fucking lying to me." He seethed, hands moving to grip around your neck, squeezing tightly, constricting your airways. You made a high-pitched squeaking sound as you tried to breathe in but to no avail.

"Why are you lying to me?" He brought the knife back up as your hands tried to pry his off your neck. "What? Cat got your tongue." He chuckles; the knife grazes your skin once again, this time making a horizontal line over the vertical one. 

The tears are pouring down your cheeks at the sharp sensation of the blade digging into your flesh. You almost wish he would just shoot you and make it easier. So, you wouldn't have to think about what else he has planned to do. 

"I'm gonna have fun with you." He says, hovering over your ear, bringing his face closer to yours. 

You had to think quickly. Or else you would end up God-knows-where, with God-knows-who. Your air supply was quickly depleting, so you had little time. You just thanked God this guy was such an idiot he wasn't even pressing down on the right artery, giving you some extra time.

You mustered up all the energy you had left, and in one swift motion, you swung your leg up to knee him right in the crotch, causing him to fall over in pain, dropping the knife on your face in the process.

You wasted no time sprinting to the nearest house and asking for a ride to the CIA. Truthfully, you could have sprinted to the apartment, but you had no idea if the guy was spying on you. You were also terrified. There was no safer place to be than with four special forces and highly trained CIA personnel. 

The lady who opened the door was rightfully startled. Your cheeks are garnished with fresh, deep cuts, with blood dripping down from them, slipping down your neck and pooling onto Alex's hoodie, and then your already bruising neck.

She let you hop into her car without hesitation and drove you to your destination. She refrained from asking you any questions, taking the hint that you were in too much pain to answer. 

The drive felt excruciatingly long, even though it couldn't have lasted twenty minutes. But adrenaline was coursing through your veins, and you could feel your pulse beating in your cheek. 

Once you had made it, you declined her offer to help you inside and instead thanked her for the ride. You stepped out of the car and made your way to the front door, your heart racing. 

Security is usually very tight, but the patrol units outside didn't have to be so vigilant with the specific personnel inside the building. You pressed your thumb into the finger scanner to get inside, wincing as the cold air scraped against your wound.

The door automatically opened, and you made your way straight down the hall to meeting room one. Judging from the guards standing in front of it and the lights on in the room, you assumed they were in there. 

You held your cheek as you rushed over there, guards extending their weapons as you approached them. 

"I need my dad." You pleaded, tears streaming down your face as you heard his voice bleeding into where you stood from the meeting room.

"Sorry, Miss. No one goes in." One of the guards says, retracting his weapon and letting it fall back into its resting position. The only thing you were grateful for was the dim light in the hallway. You think if they saw you, bloody and bruised, they might take a shot at you.

"I-please." You beg once again, voice trembling. 

"We have orders." The other man dryly says.

"I need to see him." You breathe out, feeling slightly dizzy.

"We already said you—" The guard was cut off by Price harshly knocking on the small window next to the door they stood in front of, signaling to be quiet. You knew he couldn't see you; where he stood, the hallway looked too dim to make out a figure. 

The knocking made for a great distraction since the guards turned to face towards the window. Letting you slip between both men and quickly reach out to open the door handle, pulling the door open and revealing the influx of people sitting around a large wooden table, with your dad standing with his arms crossed at the end of the table, closest to the door.

Your eyes widen as they all examine you: your dad, Alex, Simon, Johnny, Kyle, Kate, and a few other personnel. You twiddle your thumbs as you begin to speak.

"I-um." You stutter, feeling your eyes start watering again.

"Wha- what the hell happened to you?" Price is quick to spring over to you, meeting be damned, his eyes piercing into yours, examining the deep cuts on your face. 

"Well... this guy-" Alex was quick to stand up. He couldn't stand it; he sat back for a second while your dad talked to you, but he needed to see for himself. He made his way over to you, wincing at the cuts and bruises tainting your skin. 

"Someone hurt you?" His voice was low. You didn't know if it was because he was trying to be gentle or trying to suppress his raging anger; you guessed the latter.

"He... yes." You muttered, looking up at him. Something in him shifted; you could feel it. It was something you'd never seen from him. Something he never let you see.

"Are you... mad at me?" You shifted on your heels as his eyes widened. 

"Absolutely not." He stepped closer to you, causing Price to step away, wrapping his arms around you.

"Baby... I could never be mad at you." He whispered into your hair, gently brushing strands with his fingers to soothe you as you sobbed into his chest.

After a couple of minutes, Alex stepped back and looked at Price, nodding to him. You used the back of your hand to wipe your tear-filled eyes, accidentally grazing your cut.

"Shit." You curse, looking up at your dad.

"Let's get you fixed up, then, okay?" he gently asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Okay," you murmured, bringing your arms to hug your body. Price looked over at Simon, and he nodded, standing and leading you to a bathroom adjacent to the meeting room.

Ever since you were little, you had been particularly close to Simon. You didn't know why, and frankly, he didn't either. Maybe it was the mask? You were a curious kid, after all. Perhaps it was his quiet demeanor? You were a talkative kid, so you would just babble as he sat and listened, nodding his head along to whatever you were saying. Eh, that's a mystery for another day.

"Sit." He patted the toilet seat and grabbed an emergency kit from under the sink. You obliged and sat down on the toilet seat. He pulled out some antiseptic and began cleaning the area.

"Gonna hurt a bit." He gruffed, gently moving the gauze around on the wounds, causing you to wince. Once he finished and began applying some gauze pads, a heavy silence settled over the small bathroom before Simon spoke.

"Hate seeing you like this, kid." His voice was rough, almost like he was holding back some emotion, as he finished applying the gauze and began putting everything back in the kit.

"I always knew you were a softie, Simon." You smile, gently touching the fresh gauze on your cheek. 

He huffs out a low laugh. "If you tell anyone, I'll be forced to kill you." He says, so sincere, if you didn't know him, you would think he was being serious.

"You're all good, kid." He said, gently tapping your shoulder.

"Thanks, Simon." You say, standing up from the toilet and bringing him in for a hug. You don't take offense to his half-hug in response because you know how he is. But, even though he's not too fond of hugs, he would never deny you giving him one. After all you're like a daughter to him; to all of them.

You step out of the bathroom as Simon follows suit, and you walk down the hallway back to the meeting room. Turning your head, you see your dad reprimanding the guards.

"If my daughter needs me, by God, you let her see me." You catch him saying, anger lacing his voice. You let out a little smile as you walk back into the meeting room.

"Hey," Alex says, getting up from his seat, his face covered in concern and unease.

"Hey," you say, wrapping him in a hug, to which he immediately responds, pulling back only a moment to gently kiss your temple.

"Can we... um... leave?" You mutter, looking at him. You continue. "Feels too clinical here."

"Yes, baby. We can leave." He kisses your temple once again, pulling back to intertwine your fingers.

You step out of the door and are met with your dad's eyes, noticeable tension taking over his body.

"Dad, I'm okay." You assure, letting go of Alex's hand and embracing your dad. 

"You're going into witness protection." He says, taking a deep breath to slow down his heart rate. You know he's joking, but some part of you thinks he might be serious.

"It's okay. I have my own personal security detail." You smile, referring to the meeting room with Simon, Johnny, Kyle, and Kate. Then, glancing at Alex.

"Guess you got a point there." He lightly laughs. "Call when you get home." 

"Promise." You assure, as you grab Alex's hand and continue down the hallway to the front door to leave.

Safe to say, Simon, Johnny, Kyle, and your dad all extended their hotel rooms and pushed back their flights to help Alex track down the man who hurt you. Shit, even Kate was in on helping them. That man was going to wish they were kind enough to just put a bullet through his head when they were done with him. 

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[todayisafridaynight]

YOUR PREV POST IS SOOO REAL DUDE. Mine scolding daigo was the hottest thing ever bro and daigo himself saying other than kashiwagi mine is the only guy who has the balls to scold him like that.. giggling and kicking my feet in the airrrrrr

no thats what im saying like im going to throw up and cry and i will simply need thirty minutes alone its so good whenever i thinka bout it ..........

[puppyeared]

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[chatsukimi]

ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

featuring: protective!heian!sukuna, kindhearted!servant!reader. slight angst/hurt -> comfort. synopsis: you're sick. to your surprise, you're rescued by the man second closest to death himself. masterlist

you should've known he wouldn't come. sukuna has never set foot in the servant's headquarters in his life, let alone to chase after a sick servant. you lower your head, trying to ease the headache that has plagued you through the day.

sukuna loves his bloodshed and his gore. him and death would be good friends, you think to yourself. he wouldn't care if your body was burnt or buried, you think to yourself; wouldn't care if you died at all.

the room the others put you in is empty. ash spreads neatly over the cold floor. the scent of kibble haunts the atmosphere. it's where they put the dogs before sukuna killed them.

ever since you took care of the king of curses while he was sick, the other servants had been careful in keeping a distance from you. not in ill of heart; they're simply terrified at what you must've done to survive in your week long stay with the monster. honestly, you don't blame them.

but now when you're laying on the freezing ground, struggling to breathe, it's hard not to.

'this is where you live?'

your eyes look up. shock. then, with all the strength you can muster, you heave yourself one step away from the man at the doorway, which only serves to piss him off more.

sukuna ryomen, in all his glory, looks down at you. bending down to pick you up like a limp doll to be seated against the wall, he seems to revel in his regained strength. you can't help but feel happy for him, to have survived this fatal disease. not many men can attest to that...

then again, he is no ordinary man.

'i asked you a question.'

you nod, a small thing, barely a movement. he seems to clench his teeth.

he takes off his long white coat, flaunting a layer of dried blood, and drapes it over your shoulders.

yet it doesn't end there. he retrieves from his pocket a bottle of what looks to be a golden syrup.

you know exactly what it is.

he takes your hand and wraps it around the flask, making you hold it, sparing, not one, but two of his eyes, to stare at you, making sure you do as he commands.

'swallow.'

you shake your head. you know he's asking you to do. this is a medication is so rare for your disease that no sorcerer has found in over a hundred years. he's brought this thing of myth right to your very lips. now he's asking you to drink it, and thus take away any chance of it saving anyone else's life.

you scowl, but the tickling sensation in your throat grows stronger, eventually erupting out of your mouth in a harsh cough. you look away from sukuna.

'leave,' you whisper, weakly. 'don't wanna infect you.'

'i survived the illness already. i've developed an immunity.'

you shake your head again. you couldn't threaten your king's health with your own weakness. you just couldn't.

'i can't take this.'

he growls. without any notice, he swallows your lips in a kiss. in the momentary haze, you could hardly resist, fisting the front of his kimono to ground yourself. then, you feel something sweet, honey-ish, hit your tongue.

with his hand locked on your chin, it forces you to swallow.

you pull back, pushing him away. he groans.

he wipes his mouth, still with two eyes staring.

no... no, why did he do that?

'y-you- how? no... why did you waste it on me?' you whisper, desperately searching his face for an answer. 'i'm just a servant. you could've given it to a princess, or a scholar, or priest-'

he grabs you by the arm and forces you into his arms. its heat astounds you, and you find yourself crawling closer. a vague thumping sound seems to press against your ear-

oh. you calm your breathing.

it's his heartbeat.

alive.

'sleep in my room tonight,' he demands.

what did he say? you strain your mind, trying to replay what he said earlier. no... maybe you heard correctly.

'but i'm no concubine,' you respond, instantly.

his arm supports your waist, helping you up effortlessly to your feet. he then directs two of his eyes to the doorway, his cadence low and domineering.

'it doesn't matter.'

he leads you placidly through the servant's quarters. you notice all conversation cease at your entry, bodies dropping into a low bow. a small voice in you whispers that it's where you should be too. you tug at sukuna's arm.

'i'm only a servant, sukuna.'

you know what it looks like, a servant clutching onto a man, more god than human. a man who has slaughtered villages, blood staining the base of his kimono crimson, and turned half a province on its head, just to save you.

'whatever you are in my eyes is what you are to the world,' he states, his expression unchanging. 'if i deem you a queen, that is who you are.'

exiting the servant compound, you know you can't say no- not like you wanted to. the wide expanse of his chest is comforting.

yet however sweet this feeling remains, you can't help but gulp. perhaps this is the closest a human has ever come to courting death.

[volensnolenss]

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍

summary: you can't wait any longer, so you let your older brother's best friend fuck you;

content: nsfw!mdni, suguru is your older brother; doggy, missionary, creampie, praising;

“fuck- satoru” you’re gasping, your fingers are gripping the sheets as his cock harshly thrusting into you, “baby, stop whimpering” his head is bent towards you, and you can feel his gloating smile, “are you my good girl mmm?” he's cooing and you’re nodding, feeling how deep gojo is and he just smirked, “so proud of you, princess.”

you always teased satoru when he came to your house with suguru. you liked to casually walk past them in one of your short outfits, which is why gojo switched his focus of attention to you. and, of course, suguru noticed this by giving him a steely glance, which satoru just grinned at.

every time you looked at him with your angelic smile, he wasn't exactly touched, rather, he wanted to know what was hiding behind it.

his palm made its way and he squeezed your waist without slowing down. you feel his veiny fat cock pounding your soaking walls leaving wet slaps.

“how do you think suguru will react if he sees us?” he kisses your shoulder, barely biting the skin, you moan and your back is against to his wide chest, “hate you-” gojo just chuckled and sank his cock deeper, causing you to cry out a little, his tip is adjacent to your tight cunt.

satoru grabbed your chin and stifled your moans with a kiss. he feels your fat tears flowing down your cheeks. your mind is not focused on anything except the tension in your lower abdomen.

“you’re so pretty, baby” his cock gradually throbs in you, still inexorably shaking your walls. satoru's voice vibrates, feeling you shrink “someone's gonna cum?”

“i'm close, satoru, i can’t” you feel a tingling sensation in your limbs and sigh loudly, succumbing to satoru, who presses you close to him and grunts under his breath, “so good, so good” he cum, filling you up to the very edge and loosing his grip on you.

you rolled over on your back, your eyelashes glistening with tears. satoru approaches you, covering your body with his, “my sugar” he kisses your neck and before reaching your chest, gojo stumbled and looked at you “wanna feel you again” you're meowing by moving your hips. your clenching pussy touches his red sensitive tip and he bites his lips.

“if suguru knew what you really are,” he grins, stroking your thigh, “he would be amazed by you.” gojo spread your thighs and he saw a beautiful sight on your pussy stuffed with his cum. He can't get the idea out of his head that you're so cute looking like that.

“i'm not a child” your sullenness disappears momentarily when every inch of his cock is pushed into you again, “i see, i see” gojo whispers to you, putting his finger to your half-open mouth. you and he heard footsteps and soon a voice calling you.

“hey, what have you been doing in your room for so long?” suguru is talking to you and you see the door handle move.

“don't come in!-” his cock completely sinks into you, causing you to lose your temper.

“what? what’s going on?”

“i'm-i'm changing!” you can hardly pronounce and cover your mouth with your palm while satoru is stretching into you.

suguru lets go of the door handle in disbelief and leaves, “I'm waiting for you.” you stopped listening to him and completely surrendered to gojo. you already didn't care about anything when his cock hits your pampered and sensitive places perfectly, which makes you breathe shallowly.

“fuck, angel, you're driving me crazy" he grabs you by the hips, frantically and sloppily bumping into you. you sigh softly, casting an innocent glance at satoru with your eyes, savoring the traces of the outgoing ograsm

his muscles are strained to the very limit and every time he penetrated you, his cock was covered with cum, ”wait- shit, gonna fill you up again” he groaned and you dig your nails into his skin, feeling the spreading warmth.

gojo drapes your leg over his shoulder, stroking and kissing it. his voice sounds hoarse, but he still tries to be gentle in front of you.

“now distract your brother so that i can get out of here alive.”

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Deer in headlight ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : You've been in the hotel for a while now yet one mistery you never uncovered, where that ears atop his head or hair? So you made it your mission to touch them and figure out if they are indeed ears.. and maybe a discover a matching tail to the ears?

Pairing : Alastor x Reader

Word count : 3025 Words

Genre : Fluff, Slightly suggestive near the end

Warnings ➵ Possessive and out of character Alastor

Part 2 -> < Like a deer in headlight >

a/n : I wanna pat his head and ears so badly, they look so fluffy and when they move around and are pressed to his head? I'm crying-

Also I wasn't able to find that scene as a gif so I made it myself `^` Why that scene? Bcs his ears layed back on his head look absolutely adorable!

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It's bugging you. Keeping a watching gaze on those fluffs atop a certain red-haired head, while you sat at the bar beside Angel who was in a conversation with Huskers, which you don't pay any more attention to. You were drawn in by the man sitting on the couch so carelessly while reading a newspaper.

They had to be ears right? They did move depending on his mood, even if not a lot.. But maybe it was also just his hair and not ears? If it were ears did he also have a tail? Ears and tail would make sense, seeing how he from time to time had smaller or bigger antlers atop his head, especially the big ones in his demon form.

"Are you even listening sweets?" Angels face appeared in front of your own now, twitching together a slight bit of surprise, your head turns to the two demons now and away from a certain deer demon. "Sorry.. I was spacing out a slight bit." You apologize to Angel now, Husk raising an eyebrow as he and Angel had noticed where your attention was diverted to. "Figured sweets, looked like you were eating smiles up with you eyes." Angel sends you a smirk, but you immediately start to shake your head, this wasn't what Angel was having on his mind right now. "I was wondering.. are those ears?" A gasp could be heard from Husk, Angel looking over his shoulder now to analyze Alastor's ears. The white spider was humming a bit, as he was debating whether they were ears or not, but Husker was already looking at you bewildered. "Don't even dare try anything, the last person to try and touch them was dead before they even got close." Now this was beginning to sound interesting, was Alastor this strange about it? If it was hair he wouldn't mind that much right? Well aside from the fact that he overall didn't enjoy being touched if it didn't come from his side or was allowed by him. But if they were ears.. were they sensitive? Was that why he didn't want anyone to touch them and.. did he have a matching tail? A cute little fluff of a deer tail?

Husk saw the gears in your head turning and speeding up, he grabbed both your cheeks as he turned your face to his, his eye staring into yours. "Don't you dare think about anything stupid, do you hear me?" Rolling your eyes, you pushed his hands away. Even though he was grumpy most of the time, you and Husk liked the company of one another, you two were quite good friends by now, so it made you a bit happy how he warned you and worried. But.. it was just thrilling to know, too noisy for your own good. "He won't kill me Husk, I'm his favorite!" Jumping from your seat, Husk lets out a groan, as you stride over to Alastor who is still busy reading the newspaper.

"Alastor! I got a question!" Jumping on the couch beside Alastor, you turn your body to him fully, one leg under you as your arm rests on the backside of the couch. Folding his newspaper together again, he lays it on the coffee table before looking at you. "Well of course my dear, go on ahead and ask whatever your heart desires to know!" He was talking and acting like a gentleman, giving you his full attention the second you addressed him and sat down beside him. "I was wondering for a while.. are those ears or is that your hair?" You were now pointing at his head, a smile still evident on his face, yet it somehow strained the slightest bit with irritation at your question. Huskers in the back was probably already fearing for your life. "Oh my dearest what a straightforward question, but I do fear I cannot answer you this. But do not worry your pretty little mind, maybe someday you will know." A soft pat was on your head, as the radio demon got up and made his way who knows where in quick strides.

"Oh no.. I know that face." Huskers was going crazy right now, the face you were making was one he knew oh so well, one that screamed > the game is on, I will win <. You were going to make this a game for sure, Husker was just praying the hotel would not be destroyed afterward.

The first thing now was to figure out if they really were ears, because if they were, you were so going to extant this self-proclaimed game of yours, to touching them.

"Oh Niffty my darling!" Shouting for the little psycho now, she jumps out of a room, a roach stuck on her little needle-like knife. She was a strange one no one understood, but still lovely and.. quite close to Alastor. "Niffty my dearest, you're very close to Alastor right? Do tell me, are those atop his head ears? Of course, you will get paid too for your information." Holding up a bag of alive insects and roaches, how you got them? Rather not ask, it was annoying and disgusting. Niffty was almost in an instant reaching for the bag, but you pulled it out of reach for her, reminding her what you wanted in return. "He told me how that part was sensitive and I should be careful, never told me if they were ears or not, but they have been pressed to his head a few single times when really irritated.. Now give me the bag!" Snatching the bag from you and running off with maniac-like laughter, she was crazy for sure. But did give you very useful information. Knowing the fact that he said they were sensitive, it makes you even more sure they were ears and pressed to his head when irritated? Yes, ears for sure.

Thats one check-point on your list done, now to the harder part touching them.. and figuring out if he has a tail too before he kills you for touching the ears!

Retreating to your room for now, you get out a notebook and scribble down some ideas of plans on how to touch them, but none of them seem really clever, so your notebook is quickly thrown against the wall out of frustration. A knock echoed through your room shortly after. "I heard a thump and wanted to make sure you were okay, you seem stressed.." Charlie entered your room, as you just slumped back against your pillows. Explaining to her what was bothering you, how you confirmed your theory that Alastor indeed has ears, but that you're now lost at how to be able to touch them. "You could just ask him! I'm sure a quick touch won't bother him!" Charlie was right.. If you would only take a second to touch them, just to feel them, he would agree, right? Thanking Charlie, you quickly make your way to Alastor's radio tower, this time of day he was usually busy writing his script for the following broadcast.

"Enter my dear!" His voice invited you, as he lifted his head to look at you. "What gives me the pleasure of your visit darling?" Pen still in his hand, his attention now on you though. Walking over to him, you look down at him, an unusual sight thinking of how he was normally taller than everyone and towering over them - well only exception might be Angel. "May I touch your ears? Just a second! I'll be quick!" Unnoticeable Alastor's eye twitched slightly from irritation, this topic again, you were not going to let it go, were you? "My dearest, I think I already told you to leave it, beside I never confirmed nor denied if your suspicions were correct." Head leaning on his palm now, as he was watching you, it was clear that if you were going to press on even further, he would get mad, but you didn't care. "I figured thanks to some information from someone, it won't be long! Just a soft touch! Just a second!" Now his eye twitched visibly, his hand raised and with a snap of his fingers, you were outside the door again, as you heard a click of the door being locked. Guess this didn't work.. Next plan.

Apparently, it would be harder than you thought to touch his ears. The first plan failed miserably. Currently, you are enjoying some tea with Rosie, maybe she could help you. Rosie was an old friend of Alastor, they were indeed quite close so perhaps? "Oh my dear, I have to disappoint you, our good Alastor hates getting them touched, he never let anyone near them and if, they were not able to talk about it afterward." So Rosie could also not help you, your ears peeking up now though as Rosie let out a thinking hum. "Perhaps, you could try and bribe him.. He does favor this one place in our town, it's rather expensive but, I can give in a good word for you, I do want to know how he reacts to you, his little darling touching them." Finally, some progress, though you didn't dare ask more about how Rosie had called you > his little darling < that would be for another time.

So with Rosie's help, you get his favorite meal for a good price as you make your way back to the hotel and immediately to Alastor's room. After knocking, his voice invites you in, which you gladly accept. "Oh, my dear Alastor! I got you food from your favorite place~!" In an almost sing-song voice, you announce that you got a meal for him. Now you finally saw it for the first time clearly, his ears perking up before his head turns to you with excitement. "Oh my dearest, you didn't have to!" As he was reaching out, just like before with Niffty, you pulled it out of his reach. "It wasn't cheap so.. how about as a thank you, you let me touch your ears?" The object of your current obsession now turned back, a slight scowl on Alastor's face, while still wearing his usual smile, though it was rather tight. "If that was all you wanted dearest please enjoy the meal yourself, I do not want it for those conditions." Was he for real right now? One you wouldn't eat this because.. it was in no way your preference and second you were only asking for a small touch. Rubbing them once, then you would, probably, never ask him ever again. Rolling your eyes, you push the food into his hands, you know he hasn't eaten yet, he tends to forget. "Eat it but don't think I will give up!" Storming out of his room now, his ears going back to normal, would you be behind him right now and his coat off, you would definitely see his little tail swishing from side to side.

Another failed attempt, your head now lying on Angels lap, as you both were bored in the foyer of the hotel. How could it be that no plan works? Was he despised by the idea of people touching his ears? Or maybe it hurt him? But then he wouldn't have allowed Niffty so many times to put stuff on his head and near his ears, like little self-made crowns or even flowers.

"Still no luck sweets? Maybe you should drop it, whiskers by now also absolutely going crazy worried about what your next plan will be." Angel was patting your head softly, running his fingers through your hair, your legs dangling off the side of the couch. "I really want to touch them, he just won't let me.." A small pout on your lips now, brows arched together in irritation. Over the last few days, you were breaking your head over what you could try next, but nothing really came to your mind. "Say, Angel.. your fluff is also a zone from your spidery traits, right? Would you let someone touch it?" Looking up at Angel now, he raised his eyebrows because you knew a lot of people were touching his fluff, but he figured out what you meant. "I would, because it doesn't do anything to me really, it barely tickles when someone goes too deep into it." It tickles? That was interesting, maybe Alastor's ears were also ticklish and that's why he didn't want them touched. To your surprise Angel pulled your hand to and into his fluff now, you never touched it like this. It was so soft, you bet Angel would make an amazing cuddle buddy. "See? It does nothing, but I know some others like me or smiles, who feel more on their animal traits, take whiskers for example, he wanted to cut off my hands the moment I yanked his tail once when I was drunk." You never knew that, that happened, interesting, you would definitely ask for more details of this story another time. Thinking about it now Husk would also probably not let you touch his ears or tail.

What you didn't notice was a certain demon sneaking into the hotel, watching you touch Angels fluff with stern eyes.

"Dearest!" Alastor was calling from behind you, as you made your way out of your room. "What's the matter? Do you need anything?" Alastor didn't say anything, but simply opened your door again and pushed you inside of your room, closing the door behind him. "Let's make a deal, you have to do something and in return I let you touch them." Your eyes sparking up now.. He was coming to you with a deal for touching his ears? And it wasn't for your soul?! This was probably the best day ever! "Sure whatever you want! Tell me! Now!" Your excitement couldn't be contained anymore.

"You are allowed to touch them once, in return you will never ever touch any other ones animal trait again." Huh? Your eyes blinked a few times as your brain registers his words. He asked you to never touch other's traits again? Did he mean because of you touching Angels fluff the other day? Did he see that? And why did it matter to him? Your brain was trying to puzzle together right now what this meant. "Wait.. I'm allowed to touch them once? No no no.. I'm allowed to touch them whenever I want, in return I won't touch others traits ever again." Holding your hand out with a determined expression now, Alastor's eye twitched again, but he still ended up shaking your hand, green lighting up from your hands for a second, but disappearing again after a second.

"Now.." A smirk played on your lips, as you took slow steps over to the demon, who was watching you closely. He lowered his head slightly for you to reach his head. Hands stopping an inch before his ears, fingers twitching to finally feel his ears. And finally all your advances and failed plans paid off. His ears were soft, the hair.. fur? On them soft, probably softer than his hair. They were rather warm, slightly moving against your fingers. Without thinking, you pressed a kiss against them, a gasp echoing from the demon they belonged to. Who knew all you had to do for him to agree was to slightly rile him up with jealousy?

"O-Okay! Enough!" Pulling back now, he was looking down at you again now. And what a sight he was right now. A sight you had never seen before. His face was bright red, as his ears stood tall in alert now, eyes wide and mouth despite smiling slightly agape by shock, probably of how much he actually liked it. "The deal was I could touch them whenever I wanted!" Looking at him with the best pout you could muster up now. Eye squinting a slight bit at you, before he could react, you grabbed his coat by the front, pulling him to your bed. "I will enjoy this now for as long as I want, I waited weeks and after all these failed attempts!" Fingers back on his ears now, softly running them over the fur, a cateful tug on them had the radio demon himself gasping, before biting his lip while trying to retain his signature smile. Wondering just how far you could go with this, till he might even pass out.

After hours, you finally stopped down to softly patting his hair, running your fingers through his hair. Leaning against the headboard, Alastor rested his head on your shoulder, visibly tired from you toying with his ears, now enjoying the contrast of your soft pats on his head.

"Does it feel weird? Or hurt?" Looking down at him now, you didn't even think of asking if it hurt him. Chuckling at how you're worrying for him now after hours of playing and patting his ears. "Do not worry your pretty little head love, I was so opposed to it because it's quite the opposite. It feels good, too good even sometimes." That explains his reactions a lot, his breath was rather hard when you were playing with them, and his face was crimson red at some point. If someone barged in to see him like this, they would have probably been dead by now. "Makes sense so.. do you have a matching tail?" At that his body tenses up, oh how you loved teasing him. But before you could take a peak under his coat, he was up on his feet and out of the room. This would be a fun new mission.

Angel couldn't help but cackle at the way Alastor stormed through the foyer and out of the hotel, absolutely disheveled. Husker just let out a breath when you joined them at the bar, though it stocked again when you told them of your newest plan of the radio demon and his deer tail. The radio demon probably already dreading your attempts and how he knew, he would in the end enjoy this just as much as he enjoyed you patting his ears.

[straykeedz]

𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ; 𝐛𝐜, 𝐬𝐜𝐛

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 18+, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢.

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ;

𝐜𝐰: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲 ; 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 ; 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 ( 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 ) ; 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ( 𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ) ; 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛 ; 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐱 ( 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭! ) ; 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞(𝐬) ;

𝐰𝐜: 8,7𝐤

-`♡´-

You don’t know what’s wrong with you. 

You’ve been staring at your friends from head to toe since the three of you stepped inside the club. To be fair, you think it all started back at the dorm - damn Bang Chan and his slutty outfit. Who does he think he is? Wearing a silky black shirt, the sleeves rolled up his forearms and the first three buttons undone. Three. Slutty. Not to mention Changbin, who’d decided to wear the tightest shirt in the world, apparently. White, not black like Chan’s, and definitely not as expensive, but slutty nonetheless - hugging his muscles perfectly. 

You’re just a girl with pms and they’re hot. You’re not to blame, your hormones are. 

After the first tequila shot, you were fine. 

With the second shot, Chan’s lips started to look unusually tempting. What would it feel like to kiss him? To run your tongue all over his lips as you make out shamelessly, maybe you’d tug at his hair, too? 

After the third shot, you wanted to bite Changbin’s biceps. Is this normal?

Maybe, just maybe, Felix was right and you've had too much to drink, because now you’re at your fifth or sixth shot and you're starting to have these… weird thoughts about them. Thoughts that start with what would it feel like, to be touched by both of them at the same time? Filthy, dirty thoughts, thoughts you've never had about them. Okay, maybe you’re lying, because you definitely thought of them that way - but you never thought of acting on those thoughts. But everything's different now that Chan's chest is pressed against your back and you can feel his crotch right on your ass. Everything's different now that Changbin has one hand on your hip and the other cupping your cheek as he keeps staring at your chest, licking his lips afterwards. 

You're sure they'd make you feel so good, if they ever were to fuck you. 

You don't know if it's the alcohol or not, but you're starting to feel needy - in that way. That's why you push your hips back to meet Chan's crotch properly, gasping when you find him already hard. You’re not really surprised though, and you find it kind of flattering that a man so fine like Bang Chan is turned on by you. He’s, like, perfection on legs,and you do feel proud of yourself right now. 

Little do you know - Changbin, too, is hard. 

Chan grunts, a natural and instinctive response to the feeling of your ass rubbing on his crotch, and grabs your waist, grinding back on you. Changbin, at the same time, is not being subtle at all about how turned on he is, shamelessly licking and biting his lips as he stares at your boobs. When his hips crash on yours, you find out he’s rock hard too. You think Changbin’s not gonna hear the guttural sound that escapes your throat at the feeling of both their cocks grinding on you, but he does, despite the loud music. He does and he’s quick to attach his mouth to your neck when you kick your head back, resting it on Chan’s shoulder. A bold move, yes, but it has the three of you grunting and yearning for more. 

You want them to do unspeakable things to you. 

“I wanna fuck,” you blurt out, looking at Changbin, then at Chan, “want the three of us to fuck.”

They almost choke on air, then exchange looks - eyes wide, and almost no blood left in their brains. Despite their painfully hard cocks sitting uncomfortably inside their underwear, however, they both shake their heads at the same time as a no. You pout - an instant reflex of your subconscious, you suppose. You really want them so bad. 

“Nope, not gonna happen, babygirl,” Chan speaks, “you’re wasted.” Your gaze shifts to Changbin, but him, too, his nodding his head, agreeing with his friend.

“But-“ you try to argue, but it’s pointless, they’re both firm on their decision. 

“If you’re really sure you want this,” Changbin cups your cheek and forces you to turn your head and look at him, “you’ll ask us when you’re sober.”

It sounds like a promise - a promise that maybe they’ll say yes. 

They decide to call it a night after you try to roll your hips and grind on Chan’s crotch once more. He blocks your movements by putting his hands on your waist. 

“I think it’s time to go home now,” Changbin announces and Chan nods, adding nothing else, despite your protests and you nearly throwing a tantrum. 

-`♡´-

You’re sure they’re not at the dorm. Hyunjin and Jisung, you mean, because the place is oddly quiet and, well, they’re not. 

“Time to have a shower and go to bed, tiger,” Changbin chuckles, unlacing his black shoes, the one he wears only when he has somewhere important to go. Those shoes cost a fortune, he told you once.

Changbin has been sleeping on the couch lately. It all started a week ago, after the incident with the pipes at your place - you’ve been staying at their dorm ever since. Not that you’re complaining, really, it’s fun, they’re cool. Changbin offered you his room like a true gentlemen, but you felt guilty that he had to sleep on the couch in his own home, although he told you he was completely fine with it. Changbin is always so selfless, he’s a true sweetheart. 

“And remember: tequila is not your friend,” he chuckles, clearly thinking that what you’d told them back at the club was under the influence of the alcohol. It was, but it was also not, you don’t know how to put it. 

“I-“ you’re about to say that you truly meant what you said, but it wouldn’t really change anything. Plus, not the atmosphere is kind of lost, it’d be pointless. “Fine, shower and then off to bed, got it.” 

They let you shower first. Then Chan, and ultimately, Changbin. You do have to admit that after freshening up,  you do feel a lot better - you feel like a completely new person. For starters, it’s as if your headache had magically disappeared, and then, the feeling of your whole body being clean and smelling real nice it’s your favorite in the world. You don’t even think you’re drunk anymore. But the thoughts are still there. Filthy thoughts involving both Changbin and Chan. It doesn’t help that the latter exits the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, and your gaze inevitably falls on his v-line. 

You shouldn’t be looking, but you are.

“I, uh… forgot the clothes in my room, heh,” he chuckles, visibly embarrassed that you saw him like this, the tips of his ears are red and so is his face, “be right back.”

“Oh, alright,” you try to play it cool when deep inside - you want nothing more than to wrap your fingers around the knot and then oops, let the towel fall on the floor and reveal his manhood. Then you’d kneel on the floor and take him in your mouth, and he’d grab a fistful of your hair and pull you even closer until you’re gagging on his cock. And then Changbin would finally, finally finish showering and he’d exit the bathroom and he’d join you and Chan and and and��

None of this happens, because Chan practically runs to his room to put some clothes on, unfortunately. You take it as an opportunity to stare at his ass and naked back. You feel like a perv. 

Changbin returns to the living room fully clothed, hair wavy and still a bit damp even though he did his best to dry it using a towel. He smiles at you when he sees you sitting on the couch with your phone in your hand, already in your nightwear. He plops on the couch next to you, and before he could open his mouth and say something, Chan is already back, wearing clothes this time. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks you. 

“Good, great. You were right, that shower did miracles. I’m feeling much better now,” you smile at him. 

“Yeah, helps you falling asleep quicker, too,” Changbin points out. “I mean, at least it helps me falling asleep quicker,” he chuckles. 

“You already fall asleep pretty quick, though,” you comment, giggling because unlike Chan, Changbin has no problem in falling asleep.

“Alright, I’ll… I guess I’m gonna go to bed,” Chan says. 

“Wait!” You exclaim, and he stops in his tracks, tilting his head as he looks at you, waiting for you to speak. “I know you’ll think I’m crazy, but… can we… can we sleep together?” They’re about to open their mouths and protest, when you clarify, “innocently. Just sleep, I promise. It’s just… Changbin’s bed is so cold… you’ll keep me warm, yeah?”

Ugh, how are they supposed to say no to you when you’re looking at them with those big, doe eyes?

“Alright,” Changbin gives in pretty quickly, "I guess we don't want you to freeze to death in your sleep," he shrugs.

Your gaze shifts to Chan. He sighs. “Fine, okay. Just sleeping,” he repeats, as if to remind you. 

You nod, smiling widely at him.

-`♡´- 

The three of you take turns brushing your teeth, then meet again under the soft covers of Changbin’s king sized bed. You’re lying in between them in the most chaste way ever, the three of you on your phones - a bad habit, especially before bedtime. 

“Alright, time to sleep,” Changbin yawns, locking his phone and placing it on his nightstand with a faint thud. You put your phone away too, and ask Changbin to place it on the nightstand as well. He turns to face you for the first time since he slipped under the covers. “Sleep tight, love,” Changbin cups your face and kisses you on the forehead, something he does pretty often. 

“Yeah, you better sleep or else your head’s gonna kill you tomorrow,” Chan points out, locking his phone as well, then asking Changbin to put it next to his and yours. “Sweet dreams, babygirl,” Chan whispers, kissing you on the top of your head. 

Changbin turns off the light and they both turn to lie on their side, neither of them facing you. You lie there, on your back, staring at the ceiling, trying not to think about the fact they’re so close to you. You fall asleep to the sound of Changbin’s faint snores and the scent of Chan’s cologne filling your nostrils. 

-`♡´- 

Chan is the first to realize you’re having a wet dream, because he was having one, too, until he woke up. 

Once he wakes up, he figures he must’ve tossed and turned in his sleep, because his chest is now pressed against your back, and his arm most definitely wasn’t around your waist when he fell asleep. That’s not even the worst part - you’re grinding on him. Just like you did back at the club, sliding your ass up and down his clothed crotch. You’re whimpering, too. And his cock is hard, sitting heavy inside his boxers and, to his surprise, right in between your asscheeks. 

His dick is literally in between your asscheeks right now and you’re grinding on it. 

He’s about to pull away as gently as possible, trying not to wake you up, when he hears a low grunt coming from Changbin. Chan freezes in his spot. What the fuck is going on right now?

That’s when he lifts his head from the soft pillows and slowly lifts the covers to peek under them and see what’s happening. His eyes widen, his breath hitches. Changbin is now on his back, still very much asleep, just like you. You’re palming his cock over his shorts. Like, your hand is literally cupping him. Chan feels like he should do something. He should do something, right? What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t? Like, c’mon, you’re having a wet dream and you’re also grinding on him while your hand is cupping Changbin's dick. He should do something, yeah. He starts by pulling away from your body, trying not to wake you up, but he fails, because you whine in protest, still asleep. 

Then Changbin wakes up, and realizes no, it wasn’t just a dream - there really is a hand cupping his cock right now. Your hand. That’s also when he pulls away from you, abruptly, nearly falling off the bed and gasping loudly. 

And that’s when you wake up. Chan wants to punch Changbin hard in the nose. He had everything under control, or so he thought - then Changbin had to go and ruin everything. 

“What… what’s going on?” You mumble, then yawn while rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands when Changbin turns on the light of his night lamp, “Is it morning already?”

“Oh, no, no, it’s still dark outside,” Chan says, “go back to sleep, babygirl.” 

But then you move a little, squirming in your place to get yourself comfortable, and your butt inevitably meets Chan’s boner and he wants to die. His breath gets caught in his throat, and he mentally facepalms himself. “Oh,” you mumble, lifting your eyebrows in surprise, “you’re hard.”

Chan ignores Changbin's giggling. “Oh, that,” he chuckles, “yeah, sorry about that. You were… moving a lot in your sleep, heh. It just happens, I’m really sorry.”

He’s kind of lying, but it’s okay - you don’t need to know the truth. 

“Yeah, i think you were having a dirty dream, love,” Changbin comments and Chan wants to punch him even more now. Is he dumb or what? “You were also grabbing my dick, heh!” Never mind, he clearly can’t read the room. 

Oh, a dream - a wet dream. Yeah, you were definitely having one, it was about them. They were all over you, bodies naked and sweaty, licking every inch of your exposed skin while their fingers were all over your most sensitive spots. Chan was taking you from behind in the dream. Your pussy throbs at the memory and you squeeze your thighs as a reflex. 

They both notice. 

Chan’s cock twitches, while Changbin’s grows even harder to the point it almost hurts. But they won’t do anything about their raging boners, because they’re your best friends and because they’re decent human beings and won’t take advantage of you, no matter how much they want to fuck you.

Well, this is awkward.

“I should… I should probably go to my room,” Chan speaks, sounding visibly embarrassed, and he’s actually about to slip off the covers and get up when he feels your fingers wrap around his wrist. 

“Wait,” you call him, your voice soft, “you don’t have to go.”

“But… I mean…”

“My offer still stands, you know?” You murmur, and both Chan and Changbin stop breathing for a few seconds. “If… if you want to. I wasn’t joking back at the club, I really meant what I said. I want to have sex with you. The two of you.” 

At the end of the day, Changbin and Chan are just two boys - two boys in their mid-twenties, who find you, their best friend, incredibly hot. 

“We can’t, babygirl, you drank a lot tonight,” Chan sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. Changbin stays quiet, but he nods at Chan’s words. 

“But I’m sober now,” you say almost a little too quickly. “I promise I’m good, I’m not drunk. I took a shower and drank lots of water. I even took an aspirin. I’m not drunk,” you repeat, as if to convince them you’re telling the truth, which you are, by the way. 

“You sure you’re not drunk?” Changbin mumbles from behind you. 

You nod your head vigorously, “Positive.”

“One hundred percent sure?” Chan asks, still not entirely convinced - he wants to be absolutely sure you’re not drunk. He wants to fuck you, obviously, and so does Changbin, but it’s important for him to know you want this as much as they do. 

“Chan, I’m not, really,” you repeat for what it feels like the hundredth time, rolling your eyes at him. “Look, if you guys don’t want to do it it’s fine, you-“

“We want to,” Changbin is quick to say, sounding almost too eager for his liking, “we want to do it, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

Chan sighs, fidgeting with the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. “It’s just that… we don’t want you to regret this tomorrow. Or ever, actually.” 

“Yeah, we… we wouldn’t forgive ourselves if this fucked up our friendship,” Changbin adds, and they both sound sincere. “You’re too important to us, we don’t want to lose you.”

You turn your head to look at Changbin, cupping his cheek in your hand, caressing the soft skin with your thumb. You do the same thing to Chan, now looking at him. “You won’t ever lose me, guys. Ever. Understood?” You look at each of them, and they nod. A smile spreads on your face. “You’re both hot, and I’m horny. If you're down, I'm down.”

Chan clears his throat as his fingers ghost over your hip, unsure whether it’s okay to touch you yet, but once he sees Changbin’s hand on your thigh, caressing you over your pajamas, he finds the courage to do the same. 

“Why don’t we start by you telling us about the dream you were having, then, love?” Changbin speaks, his plump lips ghosting your ear, which has you shivering and arching your back as a natural response. You like that, he notes mentally. 

“Mhh, sure, but…” you trail, gasping at Changbin’s bluntness when you feel his hand cupping your sex over the clothes, then you bite your lip. 

“But?”

“Only if Channie tells us about his dream,” you swear you can see Chan’s cheeks turning red as his eyes widen, making him look like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“I- you… I, I wasn’t having a wet dream,” he stutters, and you can’t believe this is the same Chan that has flirted with countless of girls in front of your eyes. He seems like a completely different person now - all flustered and almost embarrassed, ears and cheeks red. 

“You so were,” you tease, whispering the words on his lips while nuzzling his nose. “You were literally grinding your dick on me and gripping my waist. You don’t have to be embarrassed, Channie, it’s hot.”

“Fine,” he gives in, admitting his dirty secret. He gets a little distracted by how Changbin is currently placing open-mouthed kisses on your bare shoulder and neck, fingers moving lazily on your pussy, rubbing you slowly and inconsistently, just to tease you. “I’ll… I’ll tell you about the dream, you menace,” he chuckles, tonguing his cheek in a flirty way, looking way more confident now. 

Then, his own hand moves to brush your stomach, still over the clothes, and wanders until his fingers ghost over your boobs. You exhale deeply through your nostrils as you feel your nipples harden at the mere thought of Chan touching you there. 

“You won’t believe me, but…” you start, latching your lips on Chan’s skin - kissing his collarbone, then his neck. “We were exactly like this, I was right in between you guys,” you hear Changbin grunt from behind you, practically humping your leg now, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum. 

“Yeah? What- what else?” Chan mumbles, cupping one of your breasts with his warm hand, pinching your nipple over your tank top. You squeak when he does, and he can literally feel your nipple harden even more, a clear sign that what he just did turns you on, and he doesn’t hesitate to repeat the action. He can’t wait to do it with his teeth as well - the thought drives him absolutely feral. 

“I don’t- I don’t remember much,” you sigh, eyes squeezing shut when Changbin bites on your shoulder. “Just that Binnie was fucking me from behind.”

Chan’s eyes roll in the back of his skull when you lick his neck and let your hand wander all over his chest and then down, down, down, all the way until you reach the waistband of his sweats, toying with the hem. “Yeah? Was- was it good? Was Bin fucking you good?” He asks, feeling already kind of dizzy from the way you’re touching and kissing him. 

“Mh-hm,” you nod, “he was. I was pressed against you, Channie,” you whimper. 

“You want that, yeah?” Changbin asks, his fingers now playing with the hem of your pajamas, ready to slip under the waistband and touch you properly. He’s just waiting for your permission, and you do not hesitate to give it to him by grabbing his wrist and moving his hand so that he’s able to slip the tips of his fingers inside, finally touching you properly. 

“You can touch me, Binnie,” you pull away from Chan to look at Changbin and give him a reassuring smile. “I like it when you touch me.”

Changbin nods, and you feel his cock growing even harder against your leg - you can’t wait to feel it inside of you. Changbin’s eyes widen once his fingers finally reach the sensitive spot between your legs, and he can’t help but let out an animalistic grunt as he rests his forehead against your shoulder. 

“You’re not wearing panties?” He asks surprised, fingers brushing your naked mound.

Chan’s head snaps to look at you, and his mouth falls open when he sees you’re smirking while shaking your head as a no. “I’m not. I never wear ‘em when I sleep,” you confess a healthy habit you’ve picked up recently. 

Changbin continues to touch you lazily, with no intent of making you cum anytime soon. His touch is purely teasing, the pads of his fingers caressing your labia, then your entrance where he finds out, to his surprise, that you’re already wet. Your arousal dampens his fingers, and he can’t wait to dip them in your heat and feel your walls around his digits as he pleasures you.

Still incredulous, Chan blinks at you a couple of times. “Can I… feel it too?” 

“Of course you can, Channie,” laying on your back, giving both full access to your body.

Changbin’s still playing with your pussy, his fingers are now on your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud slowly with his middle and ring finger. He smirks when he notices you’re breathing heavily now and squirming in your place because of his touch, it makes him feel proud of himself. And then, as he’s focused on making you feel good, he feels another pair of fingers lightly brushing his - they’re Chan’s. Chan, too, dampens the pads of his fingers by brushing your wet entrance, and before you know it, his middle finger is slipping inside of you. 

“You like having your sweet pussy played with, huh?” Changbin smirks, leaving a series of kiss on your shoulder, then your collarbone and finally your neck, where he starts licking and sucking on the soft skin. 

“You’re so tight around my finger, oh fuck,” Chan swears, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he keeps sliding his finger in and out of your wet heat, completely soaked in your arousal.  “How am I gonna fit inside of you?” He mutters, more to himself, you suppose, but the thought of having his cock inside of you has you clenching around his digit nonetheless. 

You feel bad for neglecting their pleasure and, consequently, their cocks, but you have a solution for this. You were given two hands to be able to wrap them around two cocks. “Binnie, Channie,” you call their names, and they both hum, a signal you have their full attention now, but they don’t pull away from your neck, “wanna touch you.”

Chan hisses, palming his hard cock over his sweats with his free hand, while Changbin humps your leg as soon as he hears your words. He wants nothing more right now, and he’s eager as he tries to remove his pajama bottoms and boxers by using only one hand - it takes slightly longer, but he manages to slide them down his legs. Chan does the same, which means they’re now naked beside you, except for their shirts, and they’re still playing with your pussy. You should’ve proposed this way sooner. 

“You better not leave marks there,” you tell them, since they don’t seem to have any intention of pulling away from your neck anytime soon, “hickeys are the worst to hide with makeup. I’ll give you something to suck on since you’re both so eager,” you say with a teasing smirk. 

Their breaths hitch when you roll your tank top up, freeing your naked breast - nipples already hard both from arousal and the contact with the cold air. The movements of Changbin’s fingers on your clit become even more inconsistent as he latches his lips on your nipple, enveloping the sensitive bud with his hot mouth, swirling his tongue all around it until you start whimpering. He moans loudly when you wrap your fingers around his thick length. 

He pulls away, letting your nipple fall from his plump lips only to look down at your hand stroking his cock slowly, your thumb brushing his tip, making him shiver. “Oh fuck, your hand looks so small wrapped around my cock, look,” he whines, throwing his head back in pleasure when you gently squeeze his tip. 

You whimper as well at the sight, and to your surprise Chan lifts his head to take a look as well, biting his lip as he watches closely how you stroke his friend’s dick. You assume he’s feeling neglected, so you don’t waste another second in wrapping your other hand around Chan’s cock, and a choked sound leaves his lips as a shiver runs down his spine. 

“Fuck, babygirl,” Chan breathes heavily, ghosting your other nipple with his lips, not really touching it, only teasing you, “you want to kill me, you’re gonna kill me.”

Chan’s cock is longer, but Changbin’s thicker and it feels heavier overall - you want to wrap your lips around them both and suck them dry. You’re distracted from your thoughts by a second finger rubbing at your entrance. Chan lets it slip inside of you, before mumbling something along the lines of I need to get you nice and ready to take our cocks baby, pussy ’s so tight. You don’t mind it of course, and let him fuck you with his fingers as Changbin rubs your clit while you stroke both of their cocks. 

“Have I already told you you’ve got the sweetest tits?” Changbin mutters, taking your nipple back in his mouth and giving it a long suck. 

The desperate moan you let out encourages Chan to play with your other nipple. At first, he teases it by simply brushing his lips over it, grinning from ear to ear when he sees your body shaking as a reaction. Then he decides to take the teasing to the next level by letting his own spit fall on your bud, coating it entirely - and then he blows on it. By the way you just clenched around his fingers, you must like it - so he does it again. You throw your head back in the cushions and breathe heavily - you also get wetter around his fingers, to the point the whole palm of his hand is coated in your arousal. 

“Taste her, hyung,” Changbin encourages him, pupils full blown and pussydrunk already, “she’s got the sweetest tits, ‘m not kidding. Taste her,” he repeats, and Chan nods, then he obliges, closing his mouth around your nipple. 

His eyes flutter shut as he sucks on your nipple making obnoxious, wet sounds - and then you feel his teeth scraping your sensitive skin slightly, making you shiver. “Channie,” you whine, squeezing his cock and he moans around your nipple. 

“Spit, love,” you register Changbin telling you. You open your eyes, and find him holding his fingers at the height of your chin. You’re feeling so many things at once you didn’t even notice he’d stopped playing with your clit. You do as Changbin said and spit on his fingers, and then you feel them back on your clit - your toes curl instinctively as soon as he starts to rub you once again. “I think it’s time we made you cum, hm?”

You nod eagerly, turning your head to look Changbin in the eyes. “Wanna cum around your cocks, though.” They both grunt, and Chan pulls away from your nipple. You shiver at the contact with the cold air once again. 

“You don’t want to cum like this?” Changbin asks, and you shake your head as a no. “Okay then, who do you want first?” 

“Channie,” you whine, “want him to fuck me from behind,” you whine, and he feels weak already at the mere mental image of what you just described to him. He can’t wait to see how you look when you’re getting fucked, he bets you look divine.  

Chan leaves a series of kisses on your chest, collarbone and shoulder, and even though they both stopped playing with your pussy, his fingers are still buried deep inside of you. When he pulls them out, you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. They slide your pajama bottoms down your legs, finally revealing your nakedness to their lust-filled eyes. 

“I think it should be a crime to not taste this pretty pussy before filling it,” Changbin comments, positioning himself right between your legs to get a quick taste of your sweet sex while you and Chan take the rest of your clothes off. 

Changbin licks his plump lips before he wraps them around your clit. His tongue teases your slit a couple of times, collecting your arousal on his tongue before swallowing it gladly, and then he resumes playing with your most sensitive part, rubbing it with his wet and hot tongue. “So sweet,” he comments, pulling away for a few seconds before burying his face in your sex once again. 

You entangle your fingers in his dark hair, tugging at it as he continues lapping at your pussy. You don’t complain when Chan cups your cheek with his hand and pulls you in for a wet kiss, and you moan into his mouth when he moves his hand to pinch your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. 

“You wanna hear about the dream I was having?” Chan pants, kissing your jawline, then the sensitive spot behind your ear. You nod eagerly, not sure you’re able to respond properly right now. “I was fucking you exactly like you said. I was taking you from behind,” Chan grunts. “I was… I was pounding your tight pussy real hard, babygirl, you were moaning my name so loud.”

You feel close already - both from the feeling of Changbin’s mouth on you and from Chan’s filthy words. “I wan’ it,” you pant, inevitably jerking your hips up - not that Changbin complains. “Want you to fuck me, Channie. Like you did in your dream.”

Changbin pulls away from your clit, and you whine at the loss of stimulation. He grins, placing one last, chaste kiss right on your clit before laying back on the mattress. “The sweetest pussy… you really have to taste her, Chan-hyung.”

But Chan can’t honestly wait to fuck you. The three of you position yourselves on your side - Chan behind you, gripping your waist with one hand as he strokes his cock with the other, and you’re facing Changbin, impatient to get filled by Chan’s cock. 

“Bin, hand me a condom,” Chan asks his friend, and you raise your eyebrows because fuck, you’d completely forgotten about protection, which is so unlike you. Changbin turns to open a drawer of his nightstand, but you stop him by grabbing his wrist. 

“We can do it raw,” you say, and you see them both raising their eyebrows at you, surprised. “I mean- if you’re okay with that. I’m clean, and I trust you guys. I know you’re responsible when it comes to this kind of things.” It’s true - they’re men and they’re horny, but they’re not stupid when it comes to sex and protection. 

“I’m clean,” Chan says, kissing your bare shoulder. 

“Me too, of course,” Changbin quickly adds, tacking a strand of your hair behind your ear so that he can look into your eyes. 

“I’m putting it in, then, is that okay?” Chan murmurs from behind you, the tip of his nose brushing the nape of your neck, which has you arching your back. 

You nod, and then you feel it. Chan grips the base of his cock and lets it slide a couple of times up and down your entrance to make sure it’s wet enough so that he doesn’t hurt you when he pushes it inside. His tip brushes your clit a couple of times, and you yelp in surprise, burying your face in Changbin’s chest. 

Changbin guesses Chan must’ve positioned himself at your entrance by the way your breath hitches and also by how you’re digging your fingernails in his biceps. “Wait, let me see you,” Changbin says, pulling away from your body only to look at your face properly, “I want to see your face when you get cock inside of you.”

He’s not prepared for the way your eyes roll in the back of your head once Chan pushes the tip of his cock inside your tight walls. Your lips part, and a shaky breath falls from them while Chan keeps filling you up with his thick length, slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of his veiny cock until he bottoms out inside of you. His other hand comes to rest on your hip as he presses his forehead against your shoulder and takes a deep breath. 

“You look so fucking hot when you’re taking cock, you know?” Changbin comments, caressing your cheek, before he taps your thumb on your lips a couple of times. You immediately wrap your lips around it, swirling your tongue around it, and Changbin mutters something under his breath - probably a couple of swear words. 

Behind you, Chan pulls almost all the way out before bottoming out inside of you once again, while gripping your hips tight. His chest is pressed flat against your skin as he rolls his hips to meet yours, thrusting his cock inside of you all the way until your asscheeks are practically squished against his pelvis and abdomen. 

“You’re so tight, it’s unreal,” Chan grunts, rolling his hips once more. 

Changbin can’t wait to feel you wrapped around his cock. He latches his lips on the skin of your neck, pressing his chest against yours as he kisses and bites on your skin, surely leaving marks on your collarbone as you continue to suck on his thumb, wishing it was his cock instead. Then his lips ghost over your jawline, then the corner of your mouth, and ultimately, he pulls his thumb out of your mouth and kisses you. It’s filthy, the way he’s kissing you, licking your mouth, sucking on your tongue, until there’s drool all over your mouth and chin. Chan keeps fucking you from behind, pushing you on Changbin’s chest as the two of you continue making out shamelessly - you moaning into Changbin’s mouth every time Chan delivers a particularly sharp thrust inside of you. 

“You really like kissing- Changbin, don’t you?” Chan asks through labored breaths, whispering the words in your ear, smirking cockily when he feels you shiver. “Like having him all over you while I fuck you, babygirl?”

You nod, whimpering in Changbin’s mouth as Chan’s hips snap into yours at a quick pace. Changbin smirks at you, somehow turned on by his friend fucking you so intensely you have to cling onto his arm, squeezing the muscles tight when you feel yourself getting closer to your high. 

“Bin, fuck, make her cum, quick,” Chan pants from behind you, his sweaty, hot, naked body pressed against yours. “Rub her clit, I’m so close.”

Changbin smirks, placing one last kiss on your mouth before he shifts on the bed so that he can comfortably reach your clit to rub it - not without spitting saliva on his fingers, of course. He touches the sweet spot in between your thighs with a disarming delicacy despite Chan’s hard thrusts, with slow and precise movements up and down the hood of your clit. At the same time, he takes the opportunity to capture one of your nipples between his lips, stimulating it with his tongue as he gently works you up towards your orgasm. 

“Channie,” you turn your head to look at him despite the sharp pain in your neck due to the uncomfortable position. He looks breathtaking, with locks of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and eyes rolled back as he bites on his lip. He opens his eyes as soon as you moan his name, and he looks even more pussydrunk now, with full-blown pupils. “Kiss,” you pout. 

You don’t need to say it twice, because Chan doesn’t waste another second in placing his lips on yours, biting on your lip now as he continues to move inside of you at a relentless pace. Changbin doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, although he can’t help but feel a bit jealous and neglected right now you figure, by the way he’s once again humping your leg, moving his hard and leaking cock up and down your thigh. 

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whine, pulling away from the kiss abruptly, chest rising and falling heavily as you throw your head back in the pillow. You entangle your fingers in both Chan’s and Changbin’s hair as you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. “Binnie, don't stop, you- you’re gonna make me cum,” you whimper, and Changbin only rubs your clit harder. 

“Yeah, that’s right, cum,” Chan breathes heavily, gripping your hips even tighter as he moves swiftly inside of you while filthy, squelching sounds bless your ears. “Cum around me like the good girl you are, c’mon,” he encourages you. 

Changbin lets go of your nipple and starts kissing your collarbone and neck instead, and then your jawline, and then your lips, pecking them a couple of times as he rubs your clit faster until you come around Chan’s cock with a sob of their names, burying your face in Changbin’s chest as your whole body shakes and trembles. 

“I’m close, ‘m close, where…”

“Inside, you can do it inside,” you respond without thinking twice, too lost in the feeling of his cock pounding you and pressing you against Changbin with each snap of his hips. 

Chan’s hips still as he releases inside of you, grunting loudly as he bites on your shoulder. His cum fills your pussy up to the brim and even more, to the point it inevitably starts to leak, dripping on your ass and onto the bedsheets. He stays buried deep inside of you for a few seconds while he tries to regain his breath, breathing heavily as he rests his forehead against your spine, occasionally leaving open-mouthed kissing on your sweaty and pearlescent skin. Eventually, your body stops shaking, and you both come down from your orgasms under the attentive stare of Changbin. 

“I thought you were the prettiest when you’re getting fucked, but clearly I was wrong,” Changbin chuckles, running his fingers through your hair, kissing you on top of your head as he envelops your figure with his strong arms. “The sight of your pretty face when you’re cumming is out of this world, love.”

Chan pulls out of you slowly, gasping at the feeling of his cum oozing out of you as soon as the tip is out. He takes time leaving small pecks on your shoulder and back as he wraps his arms around you. You’re completely surrounded by them and it’s the best feeling in the world, to lie there in their arms while they hug and kiss you like you mean the world to them. You really do, by the way. 

“What do you say, babygirl… is it time for Bin to feel your sweet pussy? I bet it’ll drive him crazy how tight you feel,” Chan smirks after a several seconds, his now flaccid cock resting peacefully against your asscheeks. 

You nod, lifting your eyes to meet Changbin’s. “Wan’ you now, Binnie.”

He looks down at you, then places a kiss right in the middle of your eyebrows. “You sure? You’re not feeling too tired?” He checks in on you to make sure you’re absolutely sure. He can wait. He’s impatient, sure, but he can wait - it’s an oxymoron, yes, but he’s not an asshole. 

“Not that much, I can take it,” you mumble, allowing your hand to wander until it wraps around Changbin’s hard cock. He gasps, then bites his lip to the point he can nearly taste blood in his mouth. 

“Fine, okay. Okay, we’re doing this,” Changbin mumbles. “But we’re doing it my way.”

He doesn’t give you the time to ask what does he mean by that, because you soon feel his strong arms gripping your waist, turning your body until you’re now lying on the opposite side, now facing Chan, who scoots closer. For a second there, you think he’s gonna fuck you exactly like Chan did, but you’re mistaken. Changbin circles your waist with his strong arm, pressing your body against his to the point it almost looks like you’re melted together, and hooks his other arm under your knee, spreading your legs wide. Chan’s cum is still leaking from inside of you, and it feels ticklish on your skin, but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when Changbin’s positioning the head of his thick cock at your entrance. 

“‘M gonna go slow,” he says, nibbling your ear as he pushes his cockhead inside your hole, “stop me if it’s too much.”

It’s a stretch, there’s no doubt about it. Sure, Chan’s cock is thick, but it’s nowhere nearly as thick as Changbin’s. You gasp when he pushes another inch inside of you. 

Chan, in front of you, grunts, while keeping his eyes on you. “You were right, Bin, oh my God. She looks so good when she’s taking cock,” he whimpers, caressing your cheek as he witnesses all of the faces you make while Changbin bullies his cock inside of your tight hole, practically using Chan’s cum as lube. “Does Bin’s cock feel good inside your pretty pussy?”

You nod, leaning into his touch, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as you look at him with big eyes and lips slightly parted. “Feels big,” you whine, “feels so big inside of me, daddy.”

The word slips casually, but Chan’s eyebrows lift nonetheless as soon as he registers it. Who are you calling daddy right now? Him? Changbin? It doesn’t really matter to Chan, because he finds it hot either way. 

Changbin’s head snaps up to meet Chan’s eyes and he grins too, before leaning in to say in your ear. “You calling him daddy when my cock’s inside of you, love?” He teases, pushing his cock further inside of you, letting out an animalistic grunt at how tight you feel around him. 

“‘M sorry, Binnie- daddy,” you correct yourself, “you’re both just so daddy, ‘m sorry.”

“Ah, it’s okay, sweet girl,” Changbin chuckles, spreading your legs even more to have better access to your pussy - he’s almost all the way in. 

“Fuuuuck, look at that, babygirl,” Chan can’t help but stare at where your body meets Changbin’s, amazed by how his friend’s cock is stretching you out. It looks painful to him, but by the way you’re whimpering and whining he guesses it just feels pleasant to you. “He’s destroying your pussy, oh my God.”

The three of you moan when Changbin bottoms out. Him, because yours is the tightest pussy he’s ever felt. You, because it’s the fullest you’ve ever been. Chan, because the sight before his eyes is absolutely breathtaking - his friend holding your leg up in the air as he sinks in deeper and deeper, your face contorting in pleasure. It won’t take long before he’s hard again. 

“‘M not hurting you, love, am I?” Changbin’s head snaps in your direction after hearing Chan’s words. 

You shake your head as a no. “No, it feels good. Feel so full,” you mumble, smiling at him, then at Chan. 

Changbin finally bottoms out, and his head feels dizzy already. You’re so hot around him, and Chan’s cum is still inside of you - he can feel it leaking from your hole as he gives a first, tentative thrust. He grunts, you whine, staring into Chan’s eyes. He scoots closer, resting his head on his elbow as he watches closely your reactions to Changbin’s movements inside of you. Your eyes roll in the back of your head every time he bottoms out, and Chan can’t help but wonder if you had the same look when he was the one fucking you. 

“You took it like a champ, didn’t you, babygirl?” He asks, gaze dropping once again to look at your most intimate part of your body. “You look absolutely gorgeous stuffed full of cock,” he compliments you, you guess. 

He nuzzles your nose with his, and lets himself get lost in the feeling of lust when you pull him closer to crash your lips on his. You moan into his mouth as Changbin rails you, holding you in place firmly with his arm that’s wrapped around your waist, as he thrusts every inch of his cock inside of you. 

“I can’t wait to stuff you full of cum,” Changbin comments, his own head spinning as he feels his balls tighten, ready to empty himself inside of your sweet heat. “Been thinkin’ about it since we were at the club and you were shoving your pretty tits in my face, love.”

You smile into the kiss, because that was exactly your purpose - making them both horny for you. Mission accomplished. Chan doesn’t verbally admit it, but by the way he’s slowly nodding and biting your lip you’re sure it was the same for him. 

“Then I win,” you mumble, pulling away from the kiss to cup both their faces in your hands, “because I’ve been thinking about doing this for literal months,” you grin. 

Changbin speeds up his movements inside of you, somehow the idea of you being so eager to do this makes him even more impatient. He thrusts and thrusts inside of you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he bites on the soft skin to muffle the grunts that leave his mouth. 

“Hyung, make her cum, God,” he pants, feeling his cock twitch inside of you and his balls tighten even more. “Eat her out, hyung. Lick her pussy, quick,” desperation is evident in his tone. 

Chan is a little taken aback by his younger friend’s words, and he blinks a couple of times. Then, it’s as if something had snapped inside of him, because he doesn’t waste another second before diving in your pussy, wrapping his plump lips around your clit and sucking hard. Somehow, he doesn’t really seem to care that his friend’s cock is just right there, a couple of inches away from him - the only thought inside his head right now is making you cum. It’s his only mission. 

Changbin feels you clench around his cock, and he grins, even though you can’t see him. “Yeah, let go for me, love,” he encourages you, “for us,” he corrects himself when Chan pinches his thigh.

Chan’s tongue repeatedly swirls around your sensitive bud, and with the help of his thumb, he has you cumming in literal seconds. No wonder all of his exes were pissed when he broke things off with them - his head game is just too good. Chan pulls away from your clit, a string of saliva connecting it to his mouth as he continues to rub it with his thumb while witnessing the sight of your pussy spasming around Changbin’s cock. 

“Like that, squeeze my cock like that,” Changbin cries, thighs shaking as he feels so close to his orgasm, “‘m fucking cumming, oh."

Changbin, too, bites on your shoulder when he finally shoots his load deep inside your pussy. The movements of his hips halt completely as he holds you close to his chest while his cock throbs. He finishes inside of you with four or five hot spurts of his seed - his own cum mixing with Chan’s, filling you up to the brim. 

Chan lies down facing you once again, still able to taste you on his tongue. He pulls your hair back from your face as he scoots closer and you rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Changbin, in the meantime, pulls out of you, not even caring about the mess on the sheets. You all need another shower anyway, and the sheets need to be changed. But right now you don’t care, not when you have both their arms wrapped around of you. Chan is playing with your hair while Changbin is peppering your back with soft kisses. 

“How are you feeling, babygirl?” Chan asks you, kissing the tip of your nose. 

“‘M sleepy,” you yawn, getting more comfortable in their embrace. 

“Yah, don’t fall asleep!” Changbin shakes your body lightly, trying to keep you awake. “We need to change the sheets and shower, again.”

“Only if we shower together,” you mumble, eyes already closing, “I don’t think I’ll be able to stand to be honest," you giggle.

They both chuckle, then help you sit up on the bed, and then they help you get dressed. “Wait for us in the bathroom while we change the sheets, babygirl. We’ll be there in a minute,” Chan tells you, and you nod, opening the bedroom door and stepping outside. 

On your way to the bathroom, you bump into someone, and a gasp leaves your mouth when realization hits you. The tall man in front of you looks absolutely pissed, as he rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. Fuck, you thought you were alone in the apartment.

“Please, for the love of God, don’t do that ever again,” Hyunjin glares at you, crossing his arms over his chest. “It's three a.m., some of us would like to sleep.”

You nod quickly, too embarrassed to say anything as you step inside the bathroom and start the shower. But when Chan and Changbin close the bathroom door behind their figures and strip down naked and join you under the hot stream of water, you’re one hundred percent sure it’s not gonna be the last time. 

-`♡´-

-> 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬! "𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧", 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.

[lvrxly]

singledad!Ghost who lives next door with his little boy, he asks you to babysit constantly due to his job and constant busy schedule full of who knows what, he doesn't trust anyone else to know what his kid needs and likes since he grew up around you.

"Thanks again for this y/n, I should be back around 9pm, please try and get him to bed before then," Ghost says frantically as he passes his son over to you along with his diaper bag and favorite blanket.

He had a date scheduled tonight with a lady he met through his best friend, John MacTavish. You nod and wave Simon goodbye, shutting the door with a sigh as you put his son down and watch him run towards the corner you have filled with toys just for him. What the hell were you doing...

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singledad!Ghost who has to let himself into your house at 10pm because you weren't answering the door. He got back later than expected but still, he expected you to be up. But he freezes at the door, the key still in the lock as he stares at your couch.

The door clicks open as Simon uses the key that was poorly hidden under your doormat. He's told you to change the location countless times but you don't listen, you never do. With a soft sigh he is about to speak but freezes as his eyes land on your couch.

There you laid on your back, an arm falling off the couch and a leg propped up on the back cushion, snoring lightly. That position couldn't have been that comfortable. But that's not what made him freeze. It was how his son was laying on your chest, fast asleep with his favorite blanket draped over his back. You looked as if his son was your own.

Simon has been so dumb..You had been treating his son as your own all this time, and he never saw it. He also never had seen how much he loved how you looked with his son in your arms...

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singledad!Ghost who drops his son off with his parents for the weekend, coming over to your house with a single rose and a bottle of champagne. It's not a date, he states, more of a friends hanging out without the ruckus of a little boy running around.

"No really, you're such a big help, I honestly don't know what I'd do without you. And he loves you a lot." Simon is more soft spoken than usual as he sits at your kitchen counter, twirling the rose between his fingertips. You're frantically searching your cabinets for those champagne glasses you got all those years ago that you've never used. You swear you still had them.

"It's no biggy. He's a good kid, a joy to have around and probably one of my only friends!" You laugh, sighing after you cant find those dumbass champagne glasses and grabbing two mugs out of the cabinet instead. Not quite what you'd normally drink something like champagne out of, but it would have to work.

"So I'm not considered a friend?" Simon says with a hurt tone, taking the mug with a raised brow and a laugh. He then looks down at the mug to which it read "Male Tears" in black lettering on the front. His shoulders shake in silent laughter.

"Eh, I kinda like your son more than you, he's less broody," You tease, pouring the champagne into each of your mugs. Your mug saying "Reading is Sexy" with blue lettering. You would be lying if you said you didn't have some questionable mug choices.

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a/n: kinda wanna turn this into a fic...should I?

EDIT: FIC HAS BEEN POSTED <33

[ribbonprincess]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

"my eyes burn,rafey..." you whine,tugging at his shirt while he sits on the couch,selling drugs you don't even wanna know about.

"I told you to not wear contacts tonight and you still went and did that,so I don't wanna hear anything." Looking down at the bands of cash as he counts them before putting them in his pocket. "but my head really hurts and the music Is loud-" "and what do you want me to do? tell them to lower it down cause the princess over here is sick?"

You hated when he got like this,way too mean after snorting coke all day long. "you're being mean...stop it." Searching through your bag for the tiny container of the contacts you pull it out, carefully wiping your hand with a wet wipe before removing the contacts from your eyes as you sigh in relief,closing the lids before throwing the container back in the bag; this time searching for your glasses.

"rafe,do I look stupid?" You ask,gazing at him with your glasses now sitting on top of your face and a small pout on your lips. "you don't look stupid,but you are for asking such a dumb question- you're the prettiest girl,yeah?" Tugging you closer with an arm wrapped around your shoulders,before pressing a kiss to your head.

"I'll finish selling and then we can leave if you really want to,okay? "okay..." Nodding at his words as you look around the party.

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A couple of hours later you find yourself in the bathroom of his room,wiping away your makeup off before proceeding with your skincare routine as Rafe stands at the doorway,only a pair of sweatpants on his body.

"feeling better,kid?" He asks,moving over you as he wraps his arms around your waist. "not really,Advil is not working." Turning around after you finish your rituals, you smile a bit. "hi daddy" "hi angel..." Pulling you closer as his chest flush against yours,grabbing your chin as he smirks "too tired tonight?" "a bit...don't feel really like doing anything crazy-"

"you're gonna let me eat it?" Gasping out loud you hide into his chest,giggling quietly. "yeah...fine,but nothing else-"

Making an instant move as he hoists you up in his arms,sitting you on the counter of the bathroom,pressing your lips together hungrily. "fuck,yeah yeah- just let me taste you" Running a hand over your cami top as he squeeze at your left tit,moving his mouth lower as he sucks on the skin of your neck. "you smell so good" "it's the perfume you bought me for valentine's day" Smiling as he pulls down your top,latching his mouth on your nipple as his other hand move slowly on your shorts,pressing on your clothed clit. "no panties right? you know I don't like those on when we're at home"

Shaking your head with a yelp,you grab his hair pulling a bit "rafe-" "I know I know...I got you darling" Pulling down your shorts he smiles,sitting on his knees on the cold floor of the bathroom as he grabs at your ass cheeks,bringing you closer to his face. "Bon appétit" He mumbles before diving in.

Pressing his mouth on you as he basically makes out with your heat, sneaking a finger into your needy hole as his mouth sucks on your clit. "fuck- rafe.." "yeah,I know I know baby,I got you." Adding a second finger as his tongue licks everything he possibly can,savoring your juices as he loudly slurps making you almost embarrassed if it wasn't for the fact he was giving you the best head ever. "you're gonna cum for me baby and you're gonna do it loud and hard" Nodding as you grind your heat on him,his nose bumping deliciously on your clit making you moan out loud,pulling at his scalp "daddy- fuck, right there"

Keeping his rhythm steady his fingers curls into your spongy spot, making your head tilt backwards as your hand blindly searches for your glasses "rayray...my glasses,wanna see you.." Looking up at you,he uses his free hand to take your glasses from the counter,not stopping any motion as he puts them on your face. "thank you" Fixing them a bit, you look back down at him as his hand moves back down your throat,squeezing a bit before stopping back on your boob,pinching at your nipple.

With the final stimulation you scream "m cumming,fuck fuck!" Pushing his face more into you,you cum loudly closing your eyes in pure bliss as he slows the movement of his fingers, pressing a final kiss to your clit before coming back up. Wiping the juice off his face with a hand before sticking the same fingers into your mouth,making you gag as you lick them clean. "how's that sweetie? your headache gone?" "what headache?"

[todayisafridaynight]

YIPPEEEEEE I'M SOSOSOSO EXCITED FOR THE FIC I'm glad it sounds like you've had a pretty good day, it's well-deserved! :] I love Barbie aesthetically... I love Meta Knight...

OH BUT YEAH this was actually my third time watching The Deer King but it is JUST as good as the first... As I've Said I really love Tsutsumi's character and his little daughter and how their relationship progresses [Top Ten Most Doting Fathers Every Other Scene Makes Me Violently Clutch Whatever I Can Get My Hands On], BUT ASIDE FROM THAT the cast as a whole is very enjoyable!

Although it's a novel adaptation, it's also really intuitive to understand the setting and lore thanks to its decision to put personal conflicts in the foreground while the politics and major themes develop in the background, on top of some pretty well-utilized exposition and the movie's strong visual storytelling/direction/editing.

Visually It's Stunning, there isn't a single frame that's not SEAMLESS, but what stands out to me consistently throughout every scene is definitely how much weight there is to every movement [like The Physics Are Off The Charts, but it's also exaggerated to emphasize things in the way only animation can], and how strong the character "acting" is.

OVERALL. MAGNIFIQUE. I do Highly Recommend checking it out if you were interested :] Tsutsumi's character isn't the type to talk much but y'know... proud of him...

DON'T BE EXCITED YOU'RE SETTING YOURSELF UP FOR DISAPPOINTMENT but if i release it any time soon.. i hope you find some enjoyment from it.. but omg meta knight :)

THREE TIMES WATCHING well now i have to watch it if you've watched it three times: it MUST be worth its salt then.. 👁️👁️

[sunsburns]

Not sure where your rules are, but since it seems like you’ve wrote nsfw before, can I request luke going down on shy reader for the first time (already in an established relationship please)? If you’re not comfortable with that, that’s alright!!

oh fuck yes let’s do this right now. [nsfw 17+]

for starters, it will happen in the most inconvenient place at camp. a place where the two of you find a chance to be alone and tucked away from the peering eyes of campers, no longer needing to hear any of their chatter or whines from the younger kids who liked to tug on the hem of luke’s shirt and ask him silly questions like if crabs like to think that can fish fly.

he pins you against the wall behind the stables, his hand loosely low on your hips so he can pull you closer. as your lips lock in a slow, tender kiss, you can feel the warmth of the golden setting sun against your skin when his other hand holds the side of your face softly, finger spread across your cheek.

luke pulls away, lips swollen but a smile still wide on his cheeks as his eyes take you in. his fingers brush over the curves of your face in a feather-like touch.

when his thumb touches your bottom lip, luke’s teeth catch his own in yearning while your mouth parts just a bit. luke brushes his thumb around the shape of your lips, pressing between them and finally pulling your lower lip down to open your mouth.

he looks you in the eyes when he brushes the tip of his finger against the edges of your teeth before pressing it down against your tongue. this forces you to open your mouth wider, heat crawling to your face when he pulls his thumb out and licks the inside of your cheek. you can hear yourself groaning, digging your fingers into his curls when he kisses you deeper this time.

his mouth is soft, a permanent pout with full lips, all jokes and sly smiles. gods, you could kiss him forever.

“you're so, so pretty,” your boyfriend mutters into your mouth, his breath filling your lungs. it’s like you need him to breathe.

he runs his hands up your sides, making you mewl when he stops near your chest, thumbs messaging under the wire of your bra before he trails down again, hands stopping right at your hips. your shirt has ridden up and his palms are warm to the touch.

you can feel your fingers dip near the ridges of the scar on the side of his face. you let your hands move around, holding his cheeks, wrapping themselves around his neck and letting your nails dig into the curves of his shoulders when you feel him start to unbutton your shorts.

“luke,” you say, but it sounds more like a whine on his lips as he slowly pulls down the zipper. “luke,” you call his name again. “i want you so bad.”

“you have me,” he hums, pulling away from your mouth. “all of me,” he runs his tongue over his bitten lips before peppering sweet kisses at the corners of your mouth, your cheek, across your jaw, behind your ear and finally your neck.

luke’s hands crawl to your lower back, where he stuffs them into your pants, grabbing your ass and pulling you even closer. his hips roll against your own as he sucks a mark into your neck.

you try to reach for his crotch, but he quickly pulls away. “don't” he mutters, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath. he looks at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the night sky, like you're the reason the sun shines every morning. “i just wanna focus on you.”

his voice makes your heart sputter in your chest, and you hold your breath when he slowly kneels before you, his hands slipping from behind you and tugging gently at your pants. “please.”

you can feel yourself shaking from nerves. sure, you’ve kissed, and you've touched each other before under the shadows cast by trees in the moonlight, but the way he mouths at the pretty little bow on your panties, looking up at you with his pretty brown eyes, waiting, it all makes your heart tremble in your throat.

“you- you don't have to...” you’re choking on your words. “we’ve never- i’ve never…”

“i know,” luke says, and his hands settle on your knees, slowly pulling them apart. and you let him. “but i want to. please, i really, really want to. i promise you'll feel good.”

when you nod your head yes, he smiles, almost giddy before sucking a hot kiss into the inside of your thigh. it catches you off guard, and a moan slips out as he makes his way up higher and higher, and gods, luke castellan sure knows how to keep a promise.