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[captainfern]

Reader and ghost fake dating for a mission with a twist.It’s a masquerade ball so Ghost wears a fancy little mask instead of his usual skull. Reader gets worked up seeing him in a tux with his hair and part of his face out so they ditch their mics and abandon the mission to go fuck in a bathroom. Just a thought… 🤭🤭

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Master of Puppets

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

[“Master of Puppets” by Metallica]

[18+]

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• summary - you and ghost getting all dressed up for a ball ends in you and ghost fucking in the bathroom lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 3.6k • warnings - fem!reader, unprotected piv, semi-public sex, handjobs idk, ghost is a little possessive of his sergeant, strong language

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ok you requested this while my requests were closed and usually i just delete them BUT you're lucky i'm horny for this idea

i'm imagining him in a peaky blinders style three-piece suit and i'm going insane why do i do this to myself

You weren't a stranger to the "fake dating" type of mission. You had done it with Gaz just a few months prior to infiltrate enemy operations at a charity event in Dubai.

So, when that exact type of mission came around again, you were prepared for what it would take.

"Playing boyfriend-girlfriend again, Garrick?" You quipped at Gaz a few minutes before Price's usual briefing.

He smiled, but shook his head. "Not me, sarge."

You made a face of confusion, before Gaz threw his thumb over his shoulder, pointing directly at Ghost. Ghost raised his head from the files he had been reading.

"Seriously?" You gaped, surprised.

Ghost shook his head slowly, muttering out a sarcastic comment, "Dial down the excitement, sergeant."

Now, you stood in the bathroom of your hotel room, smoothing your hands down the fabric of your dress, admiring yourself. It was an absolutely stunning dress that clung to you in all the right ways. Designer label, too, leaving you wondering how the hell Price got his hands on it. Probably Laswell.

There was a light knock on your door before it opened, and you walked into the bedroom so you could slip your heels on. Soap and Price entered, dressed impeccably in suits. You stood at the foot of the bed as they walked in, and you admired them with a big smile.

"You two look very handsome." You said.

"Thank you," Price said, adjusting his tie. "You look absolutely radiant, sarge."

You laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed so you could fasten your heels to your feet, as well as strap your handgun to the strap around your upper thigh.

Soap gaped at you, eyes raking down the entirety of your body while you exposed a leg, tightening the holster around it.

"You're smokin', lass," he said, shock edging his words. "Ghost won't be able to focus."

You rolled your eyes, sliding your gun into place before standing up, settling your dress over top of it, trying your best to make the imprint not obvious.

The three of you left the hotel ten minutes later. A black SUV with tinted windows waited outside, and Soap opened the door for you. Price grabbed hold of your arm before you slid inside, leaning close to your ear.

"Remember, you and Ghost are there to get intel. You don't engage with any of the targets, understood? Soap and I will be nearby if you run into any trouble."

"Understood." You nodded, before clambering into the black SUV. Soap mouthed good luck to you before he turned away, just as Ghost walked slowly down the steps, Gaz a few metres behind.

Your eyes widened. He looked fucking good.

A black three piece suit, complete with the waistcoat and everything. He wasn't wearing gloves, exposing large, strong hands with prominent veins and silver rings around his fingers. What shocked you the most, however, was the silver mask covering most of the top half of his face. It shined in the light of the hotel entrance. As he neared the car, you could see his lips, his jawline, his chin, scars littering the flesh.

You pressed your thighs together.

Price said something to Ghost, and then Soap did as well. Finally, Ghost looked into the car where you waited patiently, and you watched as his lips parted in what could be best described as a small gasp.

"Sergeant..." He trailed off, taking in your dress, your face, your body, you.

"Lieutenant," you nodded at him. "You look nice. Very dapper."

He grunted deeply, sliding into the seat next to you. His body radiated heat that you could feel. He smelt good, too. You bit your lip as his strong thigh pressed against yours.

With a final few good lucks from the boys, the car was pulling away from the hotel and heading for the venue. You and Ghost didn't exchange much conversation, but as you looked out the window, you felt the heat of his gaze on you. You turned your head, catching his bright eyes following the curves of your dress.

You ignored the flip in your stomach at the weight of desire in his eyes. "Like what you see?" You joked, and his eyes snapped up to look at you.

He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but you, before he fished something out of his jacket pocket. He held it out to you, still not quite meeting your eyes. It was a silver mask, much like his, but a bit smaller, with finer details carved around the edges. It was really pretty.

"It's a masquerade ball, so I figured you'd need this." Ghost grumbled, retracting his hands straight away as you took the mask from him.

"Matching?" You smiled.

"I figured... I mean— it was Soap's idea, so if you don't want... you don't, you know—"

"I love it, sir, I do," you said softly, and he sighed deeply through his nose. You then angled your body away from him, pressing the mask to your face with the ribbons dangling either side. "Do you mind tying it for me?"

Ghost said nothing, but took hold of the two ribbons and brought them to the back of your head. He carefully tied a bow, keeping your mask secure against your face. You could feel the soft rhythm of his breathing against your back, and the warmth of his bare hands near the base of your neck.

"Done?" You asked, looking at yourself in the windows reflection.

Ghost swallowed thickly, ignoring something stirring deep within the pit of his stomach. "Yeah."

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You felt somewhat confident walking into the event with Ghost on your arm. All eyes turned towards the handsomely dressed man, clearly well-built beneath the suit and obviously attractive beneath the silver mask. He captured this attention like a natural, which you couldn't come to grips with. He was so calm, collected. You felt as though you were going to burst into tears at any moment.

But you didn't. You wouldn't. Not with the way Ghost circled an arm around your lower back, a hand pressed hot above your arse. Not with the way he kept you pressed to your side, his towering frame shielding you from at least one line of prying eyes.

But, you felt eyes on you too. Eyes on the pretty girl next to the man with the silver mask. They admired you from close and afar, watching the way your dress dipped around your body, and the way your silver mask glittered under the light of the crystal chandeliers.

"Alright, sarge?" Ghost whispered, thumb rubbing circles on your lower back.

"Yep," you squeaked out, the movement of his hand making your body grow hot. "You good?"

"Mhm." He hummed, already surveying the room.

—Okay, you two. Try and get as much information out of these rich-listers as you can—, Price's voice filtered in through your earpiece. —I would say don't draw attention to yourselves, but it seems it's a bit late for that. You're probably the youngest, most attractive pair in that room tonight—.

"Aw, cap, you flatter us." You joked, snagging two flutes of champagne from the tray of a passing waitress.

—Just don't get distracted—. Price grumbled, before his voice was gone from your ear.

You held a glass of champagne out for Ghost, who just stared at it. You were already raising yours to your lips, drinking the bubbling liquid in small sips. Finally, he took it from you, but didn't drink.

"Shouldn't be drinking on the job." He said gruffly as you finished your drink, placing the empty glass on a nearby table.

"Says who?" You question, taking the second flute from him since he obviously wasn't going to drink it.

"Says me."

"Pfft, you're not the boss of me." You quipped, downing the second glass of champagne. It was mostly to steel your nerves— which were on fire with anxiety.

He rolled his eyes. "I am the boss of you."

"Oh yeah."

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An hour or so went by and you found yourself sat at the bar. It was a pretty place, decked out in gold and glittering crystal lights. You'd spent the past hour gathering as much information about your rich-list targets as you could, with said information being filtered back through your ear-piece, directly back to Gaz in the hotel room.

Ghost had vanished to investigate further, leaving you alone at the bar, a small glass of water in your hand. You'd thrown back a few flutes of champagne and you realised that water was probably your best bet for the rest of the night.

"What's a pretty lady like you sitting here without company?" Came a voice behind you, and you rolled your eyes.

What a cringe line. Embarrassing.

You plastered a polite smile across your face as a man took the barstool beside you, a simple black mask over his features.

"My company's just gone outside for a smoke." You lied naturally, smile not breaking.

"And he's left you all alone?"

"Mhm, but I'm perfectly fine being by myself," you said. "But it was nice to meet you." You finished with the hopes that he'd take the fucking hint and leave.

He didn't take the hint.

"Well, at least let me by you a drink." He offered.

You shook your head. "I'm fine, thank you."

He took that surprisingly well, but his stare was lingering and uncomfortable as it travelled down the length of your body. You felt goosebumps ripple across your exposed flesh, a grimace threatening to overtake your practised smile.

"You look stunning, by the way," he said. "Absolutely beautiful. Are you sure I can't buy you a drink?"

You sighed. "The drinks are free and, no thank you."

"Are you sure—?"

You felt Ghost's presence before he even spoke.

You felt the looming warmth press to your back, the tower of mass that overshadowed your frame. You couldn't help but lean back a bit, his chest and upper abdomen pressing firmly along your spine. Then, a built arm draped over your shoulders, wrapping just above your tits and pulling you closer against him.

"Can I help you?" Ghost asked, voice even, accent thick.

The man had to crane his head to look up at Ghost. "Just keeping the pretty lady company."

Ghost grunted. "I suggest you move on. Keep someone else company, why don't you."

The man swallowed nervously. "I didn't—"

"Go." Ghost ordered simply, and the man was scurrying away before you could even blink.

You looked up at Ghost, top of your head leaning against his chest. "Thanks." You muttered, waiting for him to let go of you.

He didn't. His hand and arm held you closer, his eyes dragging down your face and your body. His other hand came to rest on your jaw, his thumb trailing along the bone. Then it swiped upwards, along your cheek before pressing to your lips, smearing the shimmering gloss.

You were frozen.

"Ghost—?"

"You're the prettiest woman in this fucking room, you know that?" He muttered lowly, thumb skirting along the seam of your lips.

You didn't answer, just stared up at him. His rings were cold against the side of your face.

The moment was thick with tension, and heat pooled in your belly. You felt his chest rise and fall, a bit quicker than it did in the car ride to the event. His pupils were blown, too, between the slots in the mask, and he ran the point of his tongue across his bottom lip.

—Aww, how romantic—, Soap's voice burst in your ear, and both you and Ghost jolted.

"Fucking hell, Johnny," Ghost cursed, grip on your face tighter. "I'm turning this fucking mic off. I'm sick of hearing your voice."

Soap laughed. —You wouldn't dare—

Ghost switched his ear-piece off, before closing his fingers around yours too. He switched it off, and Soap's voice died in your ear.

You gasped. "Ghost—"

He hauled you off of the seat while you were mid-sentence, planting you on your feet with your chest now pressed to his.

"Follow me." He growled.

You could feel his cock hardening in his suit trousers.

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Ghost locked the door of the bathroom behind you, before he was slamming you against it, hiking your legs around his waist. His mouth smashed to yours, and you gasped, barely having enough time to respond before his tongue was surging inwards.

The kiss choked you, full of emotion. Ghost's large frame towering over you, caging you to the door. One of his hands gripped your thigh, keeping your body pinned between his and the door. His other hand gripped the underside of your jaw, angling your face so he could press deeper into the kiss.

The material of the silver masks you were both wearing bumped together with each desperate movement of your mouths. You were able to respond now; winding your arms around his shoulders, delving one hand into his hair, pulling his face closer to yours. Ghost groaned into the kiss as you tugged at the roots of his hair, and he pulled away to look down at you.

"Such a tease," he muttered, before dragging his lips across your jaw and down your neck. "Wearing this pretty dress, too."

His lips found the strap on your shoulder, teeth skimming the material before he was kissing along your collarbone. You angled your face upwards so he could suck along the soft expanse of your throat. He still gripped your jaw firmly as he did so, and he moved your head himself when he wanted to nip at the sensitive skin below your ear.

"Fucking stunning," he said, breathless, before he was stepping back to get a better look at you. You squirmed under his gaze, drawing your thighs together as your core gained a heartbeat. You whined, and he chuckled lowly, dropping your leg off of his waist. "So pretty."

"Simon..." You pleaded, his real name slipping past your lips before you could stop yourself. Your body was simmering hot with arousal, your core aching just by the way Ghost was looking at you.

Not to mention how fucking good he looked in that suit.

Clearly, you were having much the same effect on him.

He huffed deeply, unbuttoning his trousers, his hard cock imprinted through the material. You swallowed as you watched his trousers drop slightly as he pulled his cock out of his boxers, eyes raking up and down your body. And you weren't even showing anything yet.

"Acting like a Victorian man," you couldn't help but joke. "Seeing a sliver of shoulder and a bit of ankle's got you worked up?"

You laughed lightly, seeing Ghost roll his eyes behind the mask. He grunted, the closest thing to a verbal reply, as he gripped his cock and moved closer to you. Your breath hitched as he closed the gap, kissing you hard.

His cock pressed to your abdomen, warm and hard through the expensive material of your dress. You whined softly against Ghost's tongue, moving a hand to enclose around his length also.

Ghost choked on a low moan, pulling out of the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. The both of you staying like that, eyes directed down between your bodies as you gripped his cock, hand right beside his own.

You used the beads of pre-cum pearling at his slit to ease your movements, fisting a hand up and down, making Ghost grumble deep in his chest. Foreheads still pressed together, you both watched as you jerked him off. His hand remained tight at the base, unmoving despite your best efforts to encourage him.

The bathroom was filled with his soft noises; noises that ignited the fire in your belly further, your core throbbing, soaking your underwear. You hummed softly at him, some kind of a whine, as you pumped him faster, feeling him twitch in your hand.

He groaned and grunted softly, his breaths deep and laboured. His cock twitched with each of your movements, drops of pre rolling in a steady pattern along a vein. You collected them in the grooves of your palm, your movements sliding, sending soft, wet clicking sounds into the bathroom as well.

It felt like Ghost was entranced with the way he was looking at your hand moving along his cock. So when he felt his orgasm creeping up the back of his spine, he internally cursed.

He grabbed your wrist and pried your hand from his cock with a hiss, screwing his eyes closed as the feeling of release seeping away. He'd just edged himself, and he didn't even fucking mean too.

"Fuck, gotta be inside you," he muttered, kissing your forehead as he changed positions. "Not gonna last like this."

He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around him. You helped him wriggle the material of your dress around your waist, and he hummed in satisfaction. You braced one hand around his broad shoulders, the other on the door at your side for stability.

"Fucking hell..." Ghost ran a finger up your slit over your underwear. The material was damp with your arousal, and the feeling of his finger made you squirm in his hold.

"Simon, please—"

"Absolutely soaked..." He wasn't really listening to you. He was too busy playing with the material of your underwear, rubbing up your folds and feeling the way your arousal soaked through.

You quickly moved your hand from the door and fisted a handful of his hair, urging his head to look up. He grunted, gritting his teeth as he finally looked you dead in the eye while you tugged at his hair.

"Simon." You said, commanding as much of his attention as you could.

He licked his lips. "Hm?"

"Fuck me."

"Christ," he whispered, the hand stroking you through your underwear hooking beneath the material. He simply pulled it to the side, exposing your wet cunt. His pupils dilated. "Fucking Christ."

"Don't bring Christ into this." You joked again, and Ghost grunted deeply in response, giving you no warning before he was easing his cock into you.

You spluttered around a moan as his cock filled you abruptly, your hands moving to grip Ghost's shoulders tightly. Your head fell forward, resting against his chest, and you moaned loudly.

His cock nudged that spot inside you that had your cunt fluttering around him, making him groan. He grit his teeth to restrict most of the noises, but he couldn't help himself. Not with the way your cunt was squeezing his cock, all wet and warm and tight.

"Come on, sergeant, come on," Ghost whispered, moving his hips back and slamming into you again. He began to build pace and rhythm with each one of his thrusts. "Let me hear those pretty noises. Come on."

You moaned again, high and breathy as the head of his cock punched the air out of your fucking lungs. He fucked you against the door, the wet sounds of your arousal spurring his movements further.

"Simon, gotta be quiet. Someone m-might hear— ah, fuck—" You bit down on your bottom lip to stifle the moans being torn from your throat by the way Ghost was fucking you.

"Let them hear," he whispered in your ear. "Let them hear how good I make you feel, eh? Let them hear how good you are at taking my cock."

Your head fell backwards against the wooden door, eyes rolling as a string of whimpers were pulled from your lips. Ghost rutted into you, grunting softly as he did, listening to the sounds from your mouth and your cunt. He held your hips, keeping you pinned to the door and unable to move so he could slam deeper and deeper inside you.

You arousal was pooling around his cock with each thrust, now dripping down the insides of your thighs. You could faintly feel your underwear in the crease of your thigh, pushed haphazardly out of the way to make room for Ghost. But you didn't care— you were too focused on the huge fucking cock that was inside you right now.

You couldn't help the whines and soft moans that left your mouth. Your body was burning up, stomach drawing tight as your impending orgasm grew more intense with each rut of Ghost's cock.

"Simon..." You moaned, and Ghost had to compose himself so he didn't come right then and there. You sounded so good, so fucking pretty moaning his name like that.

"Yeah, baby? Feel's good?" He murmured against your skin as he kissed along your jaw. "You wanna come?"

You nodded, fingernails scratching down his shoulders. You whimpered desperately, legs quivering in his hold.

"Let go, pretty girl. Come 'round my cock... that's it."

You came with a loud moan of his name, and he slammed his mouth to yours to swallow it whole. Your cunt spasmed around his cock as he fucked you roughly through your orgasm, heat blooming across your skin. He pulled his face away from yours, lips brushing as he panted, chasing his own high.

"F-fuck," he whispered, releasing inside you, followed by a carnal groan into the curve of your neck. He filled you, hot and thick, and the sensations of it flooding your womb made you close your eyes. He didn't pull out for a while. He just held you to the door, breathing deeply. "Alright, sergeant?"

"Yeah... fine..." You breathed. "We should, um, probably get back to the mission."

"Give me a minute." He groaned, still deep inside you, making you laugh.

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When you did finally leave the bathroom, you made yourself look as presentable as you could before you left a couple of minutes after Ghost. You shoved your ear-piece back into your ear and turned it on. Immediately, you were greeted by Soap's voice.

—Good bathroom break, sarge?—

"Shut up, Soap."

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lazy writing sorry i'm tired lol

[coffee-and-geto]

“HEY, MISTER POLICEMAN I DON’T WANT NO TROUBLE !”

“Why you wanna holla at me?”

❖ pairing: policeman! suguru geto x f!reader

❖ summary: unfortunately for you, poor poor criminal, you’re getting arrested by a hot policeman. he’s about to handcuff you when your compliant good girl behaviour prompts him to be more lenient with you. fulfilling his duty as a peace officer, he must take you as quickly as possible to his office at the police precinct for a full interrogation about your crime — just as full as it will be with your pussy!

❖ warnings: +18, smut, nsfw, mention of murder/blood (there’s none), tying up, improper use of handcuffs, dirty talk, semi-public sex, semi-exhibitionism (kinda), countertop sex position, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f), sex (p in v), overstimulation, creampie, office sex, fanart by @/polariae.

❖ wc: 2,214

“Oh no…”

“You’ve committed a crime, tell me…”

“I killed my ex.” You grin with innocence, your teeth half-revealed, and wipe the blood on your pants.

The policeman with long raven hair tied in a half-bun twirls his silver handcuffs around his long, slender forefinger. His lips curl into a smile. “You’re under arrest, love.” His fingers cup your cute chin as you nearly purr, nodding your head, accepting your fate with a soft sigh.

“Alright.”

“Such a good girl,” he coos. “Officer Suguru Geto at your service. Suguru — or Sugu — to my close ones.” He winks at you, making your heart flutter. “Such a good girl deserves a bit more leniency, don’t you think?”

With an adorable pout on your lips, you nod. “Unless you’re a naughty girl?” Suguru adds, the roughness of his hands pressing you against his police car to cuff your wrists. You let him do it and giggle, admitting your guilt. “I’m taking you to the police precinct, love.”

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“Is cuffing me to a chair part of your usual interrogation process?” You glance back as the click of the door lock reaches your ears.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Suguru smiles and sits behind his desk. He calmly adjusts his computer screen and raises his fingers just above his keyboard. Turning his head towards you now, he wastes no time. “Alright, I need your identity: name, first name, date of birth, and address.” He carefully types your information and nods. “Very well. Was there a particular reason that led you to commit this crime?”

“My ex cheated on me a long time ago and I found out a few days ago,” you admit in a whisper, squirming in your chair from the discomfort caused by the handcuffs pinning you to your seat.

“Ah. An ex. I see.” Suguru purses his lips to stifle a smile. “Poor little heart. Did you have an alibi, perhaps?”

You blink. “You mean, someone who might have helped me kill my ex?”

“Exactly.”

“Well yes, my boyfriend.”

Suguru raises an eyebrow. “Your boyfriend? How kind of him.”

“Very. The best of all,” you assert with a proud look.

He chuckles softly, crossing his arms over his chest. “So did the fact that he helped you kill your ex heal your broken heart?”

“Yes, but my heart still aches and so do some places where we got a little rough…” You adopt a sad and troubled pout, and Suguru stands up to walk around his desk and fetch a cotton ball with tweezers.

“I have a few solutions for that,” he replies, kneeling in front of you, his hand armed with DNA collection tools.

“Will it hurt?” you can’t help but ask in a worried tone.

“No, princess,” Suguru breathes near your neck. He gently dabs the white, cottony ball on your multiple blood stains in silence. “There we go.” He goes to store the sample before returning to you. “So your boyfriend helped you kill your ex? Interesting.” His thumb glides over the soft flesh of your lower lip. “I can help finish healing what’s still hurt in your heart.”

“Can you?”

“If you agree, of course,” he murmurs, his hot breath brushing against your cheek. You give him enough of a signal for his thin lips to press slowly against yours. A growl escapes both of you, Suguru's lips moving against yours as you try your best to keep up. His tongue slips between your lips, seeking access to your mouth, which you part. With this simple gesture, Suguru elicits a small moan from you. “Taste good, baby,” he growls between kisses.

He then pulls his soft lips away from yours to attack your neck. Every inch is covered with sweet, wet kisses of shared saliva. “Suguru…” you sigh, your eyelids closed with fervent desire.

“Is that not enough to heal your heart? Maybe I need to push my interrogation further and deeper to find out what’s still troubling you, hmm? What do you think?”

You let out a yes and swallow hard as his hands slide down your waist and hips — his nails digging into your flesh. The smell of his cologne fills your now intoxicated nostrils. Fuck, he looks hot in his policeman uniform!

“Please,” you whimper. And his fingers are already tugging at your pants to remove them.

You obediently spread your legs, and his forefinger finds its way to the wet patch of your underwear. “Already worked up even though I haven’t done anything? I can even feel how swollen it is already.” The pad of his finger gently presses on your needy, puffy clit. His Adam's apple bobs, and Suguru looks up at you. “May I?”

You pathetically nod your head and a moment later, your panties are gone, and the sight of your glistening pussy right under his nose captures his attention. “I’m going to take care of it… for the sake of the interrogation and your heart, of course.” He buries his head between your plush thighs and a calloused finger slides between your wet folds. “Fuck, princess,” he hisses through his teeth, “I can feel it pulsing just at the entrance...” He inserts his finger and licks his lips eagerly. “So tight… Does your boyfriend truly take care of you?” His finger starts to pump slowly between your gummy walls, the latter clenching around it. “I think I need another to understand where it still hurts,” he grunts, making you whimper and squirm on your chair, handcuffs restricting your movements so you can’t do anything but moan when Suguru’s lips wrap around your bundle of nerves and suck it like it’s a lollipop. To ease the process, he puts one of his arms under your thigh to rest your calf on his shoulder and get better access to the sweet, swollen cunt he wants to eat out so badly.

“Sugu, it’s sensitive,” you whine, your breathing becoming heavy with gasps. And God, you’re so close, as he adds another finger to the first, stretching you out. Your pussy squelches, a warning for him that you’re going to cum soon. “Hnng… Please…”

“Nuh-uh, baby,” Suguru coos, his fingers continuing to finger-fuck you faster and relentlessly. “Use your words.”

“Make me cum, please.” And he obeys without objecting, his long, thin fingers curling up in that deep spot of yours that can make your toes curl so quickly. “So deep— ‘m close…” you sniffle, tightening when this knot in your stomach is on the verge of bursting. Suguru’s tongue darts out to drag teasing circles around your core. “Don’t be so loud, babe, my colleagues might hear you and ask what we’re doing — not complaining, though,” he chuckles, the resonance making you gasp. One more pump, and you squeal his name while reaching your climax on his fingers, walls spasming strongly.

Your breathing is now panting, Suguru winces. “Aw. You’re okay, sweetheart?” He waits for your nod and captures your lips with his. He hums, his lips stretching during the sloppy kiss. Your taste reaching your mouth, the fluid stretches like a rope between your lips when you break the kiss.

“I need more,” you whisper, biting your lower lip. “I’m sure it will help me heal my shattered heart.”

“I will, princess,” Suguru breathes out, his right hand cupping your cheek and stroking your rosy-skinned cheek. He stands up with a swift motion and unbuttons his blue shirt after pulling off his black bulletproof vest. His muscular torso and toned abs draw your attention and you almost salivate in anticipation. In the rustle of clothes, your eyes go down to the center of his body. Slow movements, carefully undoing his belt, he takes off his pants and lets them fall to the floor with a ragged sound. His grey boxers too. Then the sight of his long, aching cock rises towards you in a straight line.

“Like what you see?” he asks in a whisper.

You swallow thickly and nod. He steps closer to you and releases the handcuffs from your wrists, tossing them into a corner of the room. The sight of a naked Suguru standing next to you, his imposing height making your core ache. His abs — radiating warmth just inches from your face — twitch slightly in sync with his dick trickling with pre-cum. You remove your t-shirt and prepare to undo your lace bra, but Suguru’s large hand wraps around your wrist to stop you. “Let me, my beautiful girl.” Skillfully, his fingers unhook your bra, tossing it into the same pile of clothes as his.

“Gonna take care of you.” He nibbles on your earlobe and wraps his strong arms around your thighs, lifting you to place your ass on his cold, varnished wooden desk. Goosebumps travel across your soft skin, complemented by Suguru’s warm hands fondling your breasts while gently pushing you down on the desk to lay you back. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Effortlessly, your legs fly up to his shoulders, your heels catching just behind as his hands grab your ass and give it a loud smack. “Fuck…” he growls, and without needing to guide it, his cock finds its way to your dripping folds. The reddened, sensitive tip brushes against your warm, tight entrance.

Your patience wears thin, and you whine, “Suguru! Just fuck me alread—” And he splits your cunt suddenly, reaching your deepest point in a swift motion, with your sensitive walls gripping his shaft. “Ah— Sugu… s’deep…” He grins and patiently waits for you to adjust to him. Once you do, his hips begin to roll, thrusting in and out of you.

“Fuck, it’s like your pussy was molded f’me…” he hisses through his clenched jaw. He pulls out his dick to slam back in a bit harder, a desperate moan escaping your sweet lips. “Taking me so well…” His tip hits your g-spot again so easily thanks to his foreplay. Your insides are so wet that when Suguru starts to pick up the pace — his name repeated like an angelic prayer by your pretty tongue — his length slips out of your hole.

“Put it back…” you murmur with puppy eyes, shining with tears of pleasure.

“Can you beg for it, babe? Wanna hear ya cry for it.”

“Please, please, please— Ah! S-Sugu…” And he slips it back in to fuck you shamelessly. His hips meet yours harder and harder, and your hand pressed against your mouth no longer suffices to stifle your moans.

“Such a naughty—thrust—naughty—thrust—girl, aren’t you? Begging to be fucked when my cock slips out of your needy cunt, huh?” He growls, closing his eyes for a second to regain composure. He feels your walls tighten when he talks and a laugh shakes his chest. “You love dirty talk, huh?” His hands grip the curve of your hips and pull you back to him, hitting that deep spot inside you that blurs your vision with tears of ecstasy and forces your voice to sing his name like an opera singer. “You close, princess?” His balls slap your ass with a loud sound, matching the squelching sound of your fluids.

“So—So close…” you sob, your arms flailing to find anything to hold onto. You clench around Suguru’s dick so many times that he himself lets out a low groan of your name. The sound is like music to your ears and once again, the knot in your stomach is on the verge of bursting. “Gonna cum, gonna cum…”

Suguru's hand remains gripping your hips while the other grabs one of your breasts, pinching a swollen nipple and mercilessly rolling it between his forefinger and thumb. You even feel Suguru’s dick swell inside you — he’s just as close as you are. “Cum f’me, sweetheart… Let yourself go, I’ve got ya… Want me to cum inside your tight lil’ pussy? Yeah? Yeah?”

“Inside, please, inside,” you pant as your vision blurs with stars and your walls spasm around Suguru’s length. A groan and a moan escape both your mouths, and the next second, you both cum at the same time — him, painting your insides white with his hot spurt, and you, squirting your juices around his shaft. Unable to hold all of it in your womb, some of the mix of your fluids seeps out of your fucked hole.

Heavy and rough breaths fill the silent room. Your trembling legs can’t stay on Suguru’s shoulders and almost fall. He catches them just in time with both hands, bends them slightly, and plants a kiss on each of your knees, then smirks. “God, I’ll never get tired of this roleplay.”

Your own lips curl, and you turn your head towards the locked door. “Do you think anyone heard us?”

Suguru chuckles, eyes lightly squinting. “With your voice? If they haven’t already fled this wing of the police precinct…”

You glance at the fake blood on your arms. “Do you think they’ll go to Satoru to complain, saying, ‘your best friend is fucking his girlfriend a bit too loudly’?” And you both burst into laughter. “He’s the one who gave them the check to keep quiet and let us make all this whole… mess, after all.” You reach out and pinch Suguru’s cheeks.

He rolls his eyes. “Not with the amount he gave.”

“How much?”

“A little less than two million yen.”

❖ a/n: i think i’m ovulating guys 🫣

❖ tags: @ssetsuka @zara-zara11 @bearwithmoo @elliesndg @lymsfm

[badbtssmut]

here is my request mommy!!!

yn and her best friend (let's call her Yui) go to a live sex show, where tae is the main performer with two other girls. Tae comes up to the stage and tells the public that their partners for the night couldn't make it so the show has to be cancelled, but yn and Yui offer themselves as volunteers to get fucked by Tae. here is what I thought(I'll mark with the 🤭 the ones I'd like you to put if you can't fit all of them in the request):

- yn and yui have big tits!(🤭)

- double tit fuck and nipples rubbing

- best friend rides tae while tae eats yn out

- tae tells yn to lay on her back and yui to lay on top of her, so he can go between pussies back and forth? you know? because their pussies are so close and their nipples rub (🤭)

- best friend sucks on yn clit and while Tae fucks her, tae takes his cock out of yn and tells yui to suck it, just to put it back in (Yui takes his cock and puts it inside yn) (🤭)

- a lot of tit sucking

inspo:

thats what they are wearing : https://twitter.com/VismaraMartina/status/1641517403027697665?t=JLYSPjh3xqUij76U2oMGow&s=19

https://twitter.com/P_hedonists/status/1771444581869002819?t=OrmMtnIoic25WZPLxwg8qQ&s=19

https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b4473dc1974d

/☔/

How could you and your friend possibly not jump on this once in a lifetime opportunity? You had been in love with Taehyung ever since the first time you had seen him on social media. He was so fucking hot and you had seen how good he was at working that cock.

“Shit, are those tits all natural?” You heard him ask, and you nodded meekly.

“Yeah, all real.” Your friend boasted. You both had pretty big breasts.

Taehyung held his cock in his hand, looking down at the both of you. “Go on, take it off, let me bury my cock into those big tits and fuck them.” You did as you were told, taking off your top and letting your breasts free, and so did your friend.

The three of you were soon enough in a circle, Taehyung between your bodies. Your breasts were squished together as he thrust his cock between them. His precum coated your breasts and his cock, making it easier for him to move. The crowd watched, amazed by the scene.

“Fuck.” The sight of his cock disappearing in the massive pillowy soft breasts made him rock hard. His tip would push against your chin and you could tell he was as hard as a steel pipe.

“Come here, gorgeous.” Taehyung took you by the arm, looking at your friend. “You too, sweetheart.” He led the both of you to the bed and he ordered you to lay down, whereas he pushed your friend’s head towards your bare pussy.

You gasped, watching her start to lick at your wet folds, her fingers spreading your lips wide as she worked her tongue all around you, moaning into your core as she did. You had never done this with your friend before, but you had to admit, her lips felt heavenly against your core.

Taehyung watched the two of you as he neared you, bringing his cock to your pussy. He was so close, and yet so far. His cock was hovering over your pussy, but he hadn't yet slipped it in.

But then he finally did.

“O-oh!” You gasped, feeling him split you open inch by inch. Your friend kept sucking and licking at your clit, her hand searching for yours and holding onto it as you got adjusted to his size. Her thumb stroked over your skin as you laid there gritting your teeth, feeling him push in his full length.

He pulled back and then thrust his hips forward, and you started to moan at the steady thrusts into you. Your friend kept her face buried between your thighs, sucking on your clit. You held onto her hand tighter as he fucked into you. He only paused to pull out and have Yui suck his cock, before she’d held onto it and guide it back into your pussy.

Then, after a few more thrusts, he pulled out and made your friend get on top of you. She looked down at you, her body moving against yours, her tits pushing against your own as they rubbed against each other. Her pussy was now pressed against yours, and the friction caused you to moan.

Taehyung approached and he started with your friend. You could tell from your friend’s expression that he was filling her up inch by inch first.

“Fuck, y/n he’s so big… how’d you take him? Oh fuck…” She whimpered, leaning down to kiss your lips, and you could feel him fuck into her. Her tits pressed harder against yours and her body bounced back and forth.

The crowd cheered, watching the sight before them. You could hear some cameras clicking as well.

Your friend moaned against your lips, her eyes squeezed shut. You then felt his fingers pump in and out of you, and you cried out, throwing your head back as you bucked your hips against him. Your friend kissed your neck, and you held onto her, your fingers digging into her skin.

Then, Taehyung pulled out and you could feel his tip pressing against your folds before he pushed in his length in one go. Your walls stretched open, and you let out a cry.

“His cock feels so good, doesn’t it, y/n?” Yui whispered, cupping your face and making you look at her. “I can tell how good it feels from the look on your face.” She smirked, kissing your lips again.

Her eyes were glazed over and her cheeks were flushed. She was clearly enjoying herself and you were too.

“Yes.. feels so good…” You couldn’t get enough of his rock hard cock pounding into your body. Yui leaned down and took your breast into her mouth, her tongue lapping over the nipple and you arched your back, pushing your breast further into her mouth. She sucked harder and your hand went to her head, pushing her against you.

Taehyung groaned, fucking harder and faster, his tip pushing against the most sensitive spot inside of you. You could feel the head of his cock rubbing against it, and you could tell he knew just where to hit.

His cock was twitching inside of you, and he pulled out, only to push himself back into your friend. Your friend moaned against your breast, taking it out of her mouth and looking down at you. She was panting, and her tongue hung out of her mouth. She looked utterly lost in pleasure, and her body shook as she came.

Your friend didn’t move, instead she rested on top of you, her eyes closed as she continued to caress and suck on your breasts, as Taehyung was now pounding in to you again, his wet cock sliding in and out easily.

“Does everyone want to see me coat those beautiful tits?” He called out to the watching crowd, and they all cheered and screamed “YES!” in unison. You could feel your legs trembling, and you could tell that his cock was twitching, ready to spill inside.

He was so close. So very close.

Taehyung was breathing heavily and the pace of his thrusts slowed. He was getting there, his cock was aching. His wish to make you cum caused him to keep pushing himself, and when he heard you cry and felt your walls tighten and loosen around his cock, was when he stopped pounding into you.

Then, he pulled out, and pulled you two onto the floor, and you and your friend looked up at him expectantly. Your mouths were open and waiting for his load.

And so, he came.

His hot thick seed shot out of him and landed on the both of you, coating your tits.

[kryannoy]

you're so calm. you're only feral when you're fighting and . . . y'know

DAY 4 | OCTOBER 14 | PUBLIC SEX

genre: nsfw, smut character: dom!megumi x sub!reader summary: doing the deed outside and almost getting caught warnings: public sex, brat taming, cockstepping, unprotected sex, degradation (use of slut), exhibitionism

He never thought shoving his cock into you outside the house would ever cross his mind, nor even cross off his checklist. Never did you, but it did. You can thank yourself for this.

All you wanted to do was rile him up so he can slam you to a wall as soon as you guys got home but you didn't think he wouldn't wait. He's always been patient so you intended it as a joke.

But yes, now is not a joke anymore with him deep inside your hole in an alley that you're pretty sure passersby can watch the show you guys are putting on.

In a restaurant, you accidently brushed your feet to his crotch when you were adjusting your position. And his reaction did not go unnoticed in your eyes. Your devilish smirk is hidden as your feet crawls up his shin to his thigh. He smacked you away with a glaring look, telling you to behave. But of course you don't listen. You continue rubbing his cock under the table and he's trying his best to keep in his moans, only having to fake cough for coverup. His blush was noticeable, though. His hands flailing to make you stop and his eyes sending death glares. However, all of that went over your head, thinking that he won't do such things in public so you have to wait at home.

After dinner, instead of making your way to both of your car, Megumi pulled you in the alleyway next to the restaurant. The thing is, it's a one way window glass--you can see the people inside but they can't see the outside.

"You wanted to act like slut, huh? Well, I'll treat you like one. Don't worry." His pants are down and your dress is hiked up to your hips. Your panties are long gone in his pocket. He maneuvered you to the window, bending you down ass up, tits and face pressed up against the cold glass. He gives you a loud smack on your ass and aligned his cock to your pussy. You moaned out from the sudden stretch with no prep.

"Oh, you really want the customers to know, huh? You love that, don't you?" He hisses when he feels your walls clench around him from his dirty talks. His hips started thrusting, pounding into your wet, sopping cunt. His grip on your hips will surely leave a mark. If you gave him no chance to contain his dignity just now, then he will do the same.

Not even two minutes have passed and you're already creaming on his raging cock. Somehow you couldn't control your voice, forgetting that you're out in the open. The two customers that was close to the two of spin their head into your direction. You weren't sure if they heard you or not. But after awhile, their turn back to their food.

Megumi lets out a low groan as he also bust his nut inside you. He didn't stop there, oh no. He wants to tease you like you did. He pounded his dick into you so hard you jolted into the glass. Then, he waits a little before doing it again. Waiting and pounding, waiting and pounding. Your moans accompanying each thrust, getting higher and higher. The same two customers look back to both of your direction again and you shut your mouth this time. Whimpers only coming out. Megumi leans in to you and whispered in your ear.

"They're watching you and here you are with my pussy clenching down my cock? You want me to fuck you again, you little horny bastard? C'mon, let's give them some entertainment."

He starts picking up his pace, his pelvis smacking into your ass, giving you spanks at a time. His fingers crawl up to you lips, forcing them open so you can be loud. At this point, you're pretty his shyness and usual timid self has thrown to who-knows-where and you kind of not complaining. You were the one who brought this upon yourself.

The customer has called a waiter to come check the mysterious noise near them, which the waiter obeyed the orders and approach your direction. You lifted yourself off the glass so you won't be seen if looked closely. However, Megumi notices your intention and pushed you back to the glass. This time caging you so you have no way to move around. His head is buried into your neck, biting it to only contain his voice while yours and still forced open with his fingers shoved down your throat. You met the waiter's eyes and you couldn't help to cum for the second time on his cock.

"You dirty slut," he coos before smacking your ass from your naughtiness.

Thankfully, the waiter turned back around and shook his head to the customer. You both assume it was nothing and he only came to 'check' the noise just to satisfy the customer needs. You sigh in relief as Megumi came again in your pussy. He groans out as he removed himself from you. Your hole now dripping with white cum in huge globs. You hear him growl from behind you as he shoved back his cum into you with his fingers so it wouldn't drip again when you walk to your car or staining the seat of his car because he won't be giving you your panties back.

[caitlinsclark]

IN THE EYES caitlin clark 𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘹 photographer!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 | summary: caitlin's pictures come out best when its the photographer she gives heart eyes to. ✰ bree's notes: this is based on this picture ALONE LMAOOO. I'm just a girl at the end of the day OKOK. thank you @1-800-fantasy for blessing us all with the knowledge of this picture, we all say in unison. word count: 1.9k masterlist and tag list

You might’ve had a bias in your favorite teams to photograph, and maybe that had something to do with the brunette strutting into the room currently. Her natural glow radiated confidence, a polite smile practically glued on her face before it widened at the sight of you near the backdrop.

You had photographed Caitlin in college, an honor that paid off as she eventually requested for you to follow her into the WNBA. When you’d asked her why, she’d thought about it for a moment and followed with a flirtatious grin, “Only the prettiest like you,” Her finger tapped your nose and you hated the way your face heated, “can capture beauty like mine.” 

You’d rolled your eyes at her and the egoistic spin she always managed, admiring how she still left you wanting to beam at the separate praise synchronously.

“Looks good on you, Clark,” The lovestruck grin on your face was the furthest thing from professional when you saw her in her navy jersey glory. 

Caitlin beamed outwardly at the praise, contradicting the shyness in her body language as she toyed with her hands. It seemed out of character for someone who constantly received words of positivity. Your ego might’ve grown about three sizes at that one.

Caitlin’s hands remained behind her back, interlocked and innocent as if she needed permission to touch you. She most definitely did not. And she gave in very greedily when you put your own hands out as an invitation.

“Would look a lot better on you,” She quipped as her strong arms roped you into a wistful hug, lifting you so your feet just barely left the ground. You wrapped an arm around her neck, using it to anchor yourself as she set you down.

“Worn it plenty of times, babe,” You played the comment off, patting her back teasingly and gently separating yourself to maintain your composure.

“Don’t make me think about that, we’re in public.” Caitlin chided you and you made a noise of shock at the insinuation, hitting her side. She grabbed your hand skillfully before you could, adding another layer to the tension taking up the entire room.

There was no response other than a soft chuckle from you, ultimately choosing silence because anything you said would escalate the situation further.

You took your spot a few feet away from the edge of the backdrop as Caitlin took her spot on it. You snapped a few different pictures, letting her show her goofy personality as much as she wanted.

As you took a break to go over the pictures and make slight adjustments, Caitlin admired your work, and possibly admired you as well in the meantime.

“You make it look so easy,” She complimented the photographs you had taken moments ago. You truly were so talented.

“Well, you’re an easy thing to make look pretty.” You returned slyly, using a gentle touch to tame her stray hairs, for the next picture, of course. She didn’t seem to mind when one of her hands came to rest naturally on your hip.

Her hand gripped you a little harder when you tried to step away to return back to your position and continue with the photoshoot. When you looked at her expectantly, she reluctantly let go with a dramatic sigh.

Without realizing so much time had passed, you both were shocked when NaLyssa entered in her own uniform.

She held a basketball in her grasp as she approached the backdrop, spinning it around in her palms with an impressive control and precision. 

“Capture my beauty too!” NaLyssa called out in reference to what you’d just said to Caitlin, making you all laugh as you lifted up your camera to your eye.

Normally Caitlin would have exited after her time slot, but her presence lingered beside you as you snapped pictures of her teammate. She was silent, simply observing you in your natural habitat, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Let me see,” Without explaining her plan, Caitlin crowded around you and it made your body temperature rise immediately without question. You felt a warm graze on your shoulder, light work compared to her next moves.

One of her arms came to wrap around your neck, taking your camera in her hand. You tried not to squirm, but the intimacy of skin to skin contact had your blood boiling. 

When you attempted to remove the strap from your neck so she could simply hold it, she stopped you by caging you in with her other arm. Her body angled closer to you, her front resting against your back in the most intimate way you’d experienced.

In a moment of weakness you leaned back and let your head fall against her shoulder, angled so you could look up dreamily at the brunette. 

NaLyssa tried to hold character, eyeing the scene between you and Caitlin, amusement threatening to break through. You could only grin apologetically at her as the hold the point guard had you outmatched in strength, not that you’d leave if she didn’t.

Caitlin's tongue peaked out of her lips out slightly as she focused on snapping pictures of her teammate, giving you an excuse to let your eyes flutter down to her mouth.

When the athlete behind you pulled back from the view finder, she stared at the screen of the camera to check her work. You didn’t expect her turning her attention to where you were ogling her a little too contently.

She winked right at you, her lips tilting in a sidewards smirk, and from this close you resisted the urge to kiss her. Just a few inches separating the line between romance and whatever the hell you guys were now.

You slumped your weight against her just slightly and her body responded by pushing up closer against you, her muscles automatically working to keep you steady. And, how did your eyes end up back on her mouth again? You snapped your gaze back to her eyes, but with the way she smiled smugly to herself, you deduced you’d been caught.

“Get that outta here!” NaLyssa cackled like a good sport as she cut into the growing moment. Probably for the better, you deducted as you ached to situate your pounding heartbeat.

Caitlin pulled away and you tried not to trail after the heat she brutally tore away from you. Oh yeah, you were at work. You cleared your throat and shuffled a little ways further from the magnetic force that Caitlin radiated. You passed over your camera and let Caitlin view the pictures she’d just taken.

“Let me try!” NaLyssa and Caitlin played a game of pass the camera while you stood to the side, watching the women in delight as they laughed joyfully.

Caitlin took the basketball, dribbling it between her legs dramatically as NaLyssa got situated with the camera. With her back to you, the brunette kicked her leg up to pose, successfully flexing it in a way that had your mind running haywire from your position.

She was showing off as she began to dribble the ball behind her back, her newest move. Her head tilted back just enough so she could look in your direction, arrogance written in the way her eyebrows raised challengingly as the flash went off, yet her attention didn’t move off you. Beautiful and good with her hands, God had favorites.

Aliyah entered the room as the flash subsided, ready for her round of pictures. Clearly the schedule had been strayed from now. You had half the mind to stray from it entirely at the burning gaze Caitlin was staring at you with.

The forward smiled at you and distracted you from the last few moments as she fully entered the set, “Hey, how the pictures come out?”

You gathered around the camera to look at the last set of pictures. You tried to ignore how Caitlin chose to stand directly behind you as opposed to next to the camera.

But you couldn’t ignore it when her arms wrapped around your neck, her body weight pressing against you in the most welcomed way and her chin making its home in the crook of your neck. The way you slotted together perfectly felt too natural and had you needed to fan yourself.

“Woah this ones hot,” Aliyah complimented Cailtin as they passed the last picture taken, turning the camera to see it better. You couldn’t see the brunette’s face, but you knew she was smirking from behind you.

“You’re giving fuck me eyes,” NaLyssa tried not to drop your camera as her own joke made her belly laugh. Aliyah tapped her shoulder in agreement as she laughed with her.

Aliyah hit her teammates shoulder excitedly as if she'd made a scientific finding, “Dude, she is!" The emphasis on the last word proved her point, "Dear god, was she looking at a model or something?"

Caitlin’s intentionally flexed arms wrapped around your neck from behind, “I was looking at Y/N.” She corrected, surprising you at the way she asserted the correct information for your knowledge and her teammates, "So I practically was."

“She was looking at the catering just for her,” your head nodded toward the chocolate chip cookies right behind you in denial and a small laugh cushioned it. 

“That’s how I stare at you all the time.” Caitlin spoke firmly in disbelief at your denial, causing you to swallow as you tried to process her words. She had to be kidding, right?

“It’s in the eyes,” NaLyssa whispered to Aliyah as a little inside joke, nudging her teammate as they both burst into giggles.

“It is not,” Your voice raised an octave with a scoff as you turned your head to get a glimpse of Caitlin’s face. The look she was giving you was scarily similar to the one captured on camera and it made a pool of nervousness develop in your stomach. 

You turned your head back immediately, a shy side taking over your usually forward persona, “Okay, yes it is.” You gave in, your hands resting comfortably on the skin of her arms Caitlin had wrapped around your neck.

In a moment of pure desire, your heart took control over the rationality of your brain and your feet moved toward the door with a new determination.

“Okay, keep the camera, ladies!” You called out, a promise to take Aliyah’s pictures in just a few hours once you'd returned. You used the position Caitlin had you in to your advantage as she had no choice but to go with you. She followed you closely, her arms only slightly loosening around you. 

You made quick work of switching to lead her out of the room by her wrist, a delicate grasp as you wordlessly lead her outside.

Caitlin raised her eyebrows, confused but intrigued nonetheless, “Do I get to know where I’m being whisked off to?” But her tone lacked any kind of opposing factor at going anywhere with you.

“Pictures aren’t free,” You scoffed playfully and she indulged you intently with the silent hope of maintaining the skin to skin contact, “You’re taking me on a date and you have about a years worth of payback..” 

Caitlin’s wish was granted as you linked your hands together and pulled her out toward the door. For the first time, you couldn’t ignore the love in her eyes as she eagerly followed after you.

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[elizaleclerc]

nobody else matters ❣️

charles leclerc x reader

summary: fem mc driver teases charles when they sneak off during media day <3 (a little 18+)

author’s note: thx for the love on my first post! feel free to message me w ideas :)

song: les by childish gambino

word count: 1.5k

The blistering sun beat down on you like a relentless hammer, its rays penetrating even the thick driver suit that clung to your body. Every step felt like walking through molten lava as you made your way through the crowd of the Miami paddock. The heat was suffocating, but you knew it would only get worse once you were inside the cockpit of your car, racing at top speeds.

Adjusting the snug neck strap of your navy blue Red Bull suit, you took a moment to fluff out your hair and reapply some makeup to combat the sweat-inducing temperatures. It was media day, and there were endless photos and interviews to be taken throughout the circuit. Red Bull's social media manager was in charge of guiding both you and Max around to various games and activities designed to showcase not just your driving skills, but also your personality off the track. From trivia challenges to racing on bouncy balls, each game added its own layer of entertainment for fans and media alike. And between all the fun, there were also professional photoshoots scattered throughout the day, capturing every angle of you and Max in your sleek suits against the vibrant backdrop of the race track.

In the high-stakes world of Formula One racing, Red Bull's main rival was none other than the prestigious Ferrari team. But for Max, it wasn't just about winning on the track - he also harbored a deep hatred for their lead driver, Charles Leclerc. Little did Max know that you, his own teammate, had been carrying on a secret romance with Charles for months now. The thrill and danger of sneaking around in the paddock, hiding your love from the prying eyes of media and fellow drivers, only added to the passion between you and Charles. He consumed your every thought, igniting a fiery desire that burned hotter than the scorching Miami sun.

Charles had a way of affecting your mood, even when he wasn't physically present. Whenever you were apart, there was a subtle shift in the air, as if a piece of you was missing. As a popular driver, Charles was no stranger to media attention, and despite your best efforts to keep your relationship under wraps, rumors still swirled about the two of you being more than just colleagues. But it was no secret how your face lit up whenever he was near, and how his own expression mirrored yours. In each other's company, it was as if the world melted away and all that mattered was the connection between you. Charles had become your everything - always checking in on you before every race and worrying over even the smallest of crashes. You were each other's constant support and strength amidst the chaos of the racing world.

Despite the exhilaration of keeping your forbidden romance with a rival driver hidden from the public eye, Charles's contract with Ferrari was set to expire at the end of this season. This presented him with the opportunity to switch teams and potentially join you at Red Bull. You had pleaded with him multiple times, urging him to take Max's place so that the two of you could finally race together. But Charles was adamant about wanting you by his side at Ferrari, making it a constant battle between your conflicting desires. This impasse seemed never ending, both of you refusing to budge from your positions, determined to make the best decision for yourselves and your racing careers.

Beads of sweat lingered on your flushed forehead as you wrapped up another exhilarating game outdoors for the media with Max. Your body was craving for a break from the scorching heat, and so you decided to make your way back to your driver room in the paddock.

You unzipped your tight driver suit, feeling instant relief as the cool air hit your damp skin. The thin white fireproof fabric clung to your body and provided some much-needed respite from the intense heat. As you opened the door to your driver room, it swung shut behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist and soft lips pressing against yours. Charles' skin was glistening with sweat under the dim light, but the fiery passion and love between the two of you set the room ablaze.

Every time his hands touched your skin, it felt like fire spreading through your veins. His hot breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine as he whispered desperately, "God, I've missed you." You couldn't help but smile into his next kiss, knowing the effect you had on him.

"It's only been a few hours, darling" you teased, but secretly thrilled at his level of desire.

"You know I crave you all the time, mon amour," he murmured in a husky voice that made your whole body quiver with anticipation. As his hand trailed lower, you could feel yourself getting more and more aroused.

Charles noticed your heightened state and flashed a devilish grin. "How long is your break?" he asked mischievously.

You shook your head, trying to suppress a giggle. "No, we can't. Not here, are you insane?" But the thought of being caught only added to the thrill. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine giving in to such intense passion in the cramped quarters of your driver's room. And yet, the danger only fueled your desire. Outside, people were milling around the paddock, completely unaware of the fiery passion unfolding just feet away from them.

“Please, I need you,” he begged, his voice desperate and cracking. You couldn't resist the sight of him like this – tall and muscular with a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. His eyes searched yours, pleading for you to fulfill his desires.

A smirk played on your lips as you leaned in closer, your own body buzzing with anticipation. “Oh baby,” you purred, running your fingers through his dark hair. “You know I can't resist when you beg like that.” Your hands trailed down his chest, undoing his driver's suit with practiced ease.

“Let me please you,” you whispered, your voice dripping with desire. And without hesitation, Charles was putty in your hands.

You pressed against him, feeling the heat and power emanating from his body. Your lips found their way to his neck, leaving a trail of passionate kisses and gentle bites. With each one, his breath grew heavier and his grip on you tighter.

Your hand slipped under the waistband of his pants, finding him already hardened with need. He let out a low moan as your touch sent shivers down his spine. And as your fingers explored further down, he could barely contain himself – caught between wanting more and wanting to hold onto this moment forever.

You trailed your fingers along his length, eliciting a deep groan from his throat. Your lips brushed against his ear as you asked, "How does that feel, baby?" He responded with a low moan and you continued to palm him, relishing in the way he melted under your touch.

His head tilted back and you took advantage of the exposed skin on his neck, peppering it with kisses while your hand worked its magic. As his breathing became more erratic and you could tell he was close, you suddenly stopped.

"What- what are you doing?" He questioned, confusion evident in his voice.

A devilish grin spread across your face as you whispered in his ear, "Once you tell me you want to drive in navy blue, we can do things like this more often."

He pulled back, his intense gaze filled with passionate anger and desire. "Oh mon amour, we both know you look better in red," he growled lowly.

Your bodies were mere inches apart, the heat between you building into a fiery intensity. He leaned in to kiss you again, your movements seamlessly meshing together. As he pulled away, you couldn't help but notice that he was still visibly aroused in his suit.

"Sit here for a moment and compose yourself. Slip out without getting caught," you whispered teasingly, a sly smile on your lips. You quickly zipped up your own suit and left your driver's room.

Stepping back into the warm air outside, you took a deep breath and grabbed a water bottle to cool your racing heart. A sense of pride swelled within you as you walked away from Charles, leaving him hanging with unfulfilled desire.

Little did you know, as you returned to Max and Red Bull's social media manager to prepare for the upcoming photo ops, that a stray worker had captured Charles leaving your room on their phone camera...

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[thebrainofcorpse]

Lasers and Losers | Jake Peralta

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trigger warnings: none

gender neutral reader with no specific description of appearance

word count: 1.3k

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Officers and detectives of the 99th precinct crowded the small room, securing their vests and admiring the guns they were given. Their sergeant, Jeffords, stood before them beside their Captain, Holt. Serious expressions on both of their faces.

"I expect this to be taken extremely seriously." Holt spoke, eyeing his staff with a hard stare. "Treat it like a real case. Real lives on the line."

After a close call during a drug bust that became very violent, very quickly, both the Captain and Sergeant believed that it would be good for everyone to have more training on what to do in the field.

What better way to do that than by playing laser tag and pretending to take down criminals?

"We're serious, Peralta." Jeffords chimed in at the detective who was smiling like a child being given candy. "We don't want any of you getting hurt in the field. I can't imagine my daughters growing up without me."

"Don't worry serg', I'll take this so seriously, you'll be telling me to be unserious." Peralta replied before shifting his eyes towards his left where you stood. "I'm going to kill you."

His whisper didn't go unnoticed by Holt who glared down at the two of you. "Blue team are the police, green team are the criminals. It is the blue team's job to take down all the criminals before they get you first."

Peralta smirked at you, eyeing the green lights on your vest and gun, revealing the team you were on. His own vest and gun lit up blue and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Back off, Peralta."

"No can do, got'sta do right by the precinct, by the public, by America." He spoke, looking off into the distance as if he was in a movie.

"Yeah, alright." You huffed, letting out a slight laugh. "Let's see if you can even catch me."

"Green team have ten seconds to run and hide before we let blue team in." Holt spoke up, preventing Peralta from replying with something stupid. "Time starts now."

Following others from the green team, you ran into the dark room and forced your eyes to adjust to the contrast of the darkness and bright neon paints covering the walls.

You raced to find a hiding spot knowing that you wouldn't be there for long. Once the blue team were let in, you'd have to stay on the move as there was truly no place to hide.

Those ten seconds felt like one and the previously silent room was filled with threats from the blue team as they moved around, spreading out across the place. You did your best to keep silent, listening for any footsteps or sounds of breathing.

You held your gun tightly in your grasp as you watched for any reflection of lights from anyone's guns or vests.

You did not want to get caught, especially by Peralta. It would only fuel his ego. It was bad enough that the man thought you were in love with him.

He wasn't wrong. You were in love with him and you had been for a while. Everyone called him delusional, constantly reminding him that you would never like someone like him but that was because they never caught the looks you'd give him. The quick glances that only he seemed to notice.

You wanted to tell him about your feelings but you did not want to boost his ego. You did not want admit defeat.

Just like you did not want to be defeated by him right now.

Eyes widening at the sound of footsteps nearing, you aimed your gun and backed up to a wall so that no one could come at you from behind.

Mentally pleading with the universe for the person about to round the corner not to be Jake, you flinched in surprise as Scully appeared in front of you, his terrified scream filling the room.

"Oh, Y/n, it's only you!" He sighed, loudly. "I'm so glad we're on the same team, ya' know?"

"Scully!" You hissed as quietly as you could, panicking when you heard the blue team start to communicate with each other to find the two of you.

"Just come out L/N!" Peralta shouted and you immediately perked up, attempting to hear where in the room he was. "If you give yourself up, no one will have to get hurt, okay?"

You smirked as you somewhat located his position and carefully started in the opposite direction.

You paused.

What kind of idiot would sabotage themselves like that just to be funny?

You know Peralta isn't as stupid as he makes himself out to be.

Which means he intentionally gave up his position to make you go in the opposite direction where he plans to meet you.

But Jake knows you're smart too.

He knows you'd figure out his plan so he may very well be staying exactly where his voice was coming from in hopes that you'll walk yourself straight towards him.

If you weren't panicking before, you definitely were now.

As attractive as it was, you hated how much of a genius he really was sometimes.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." You spun around coming face to face with the man himself, leaning on the wall with a smirk. "You make this too easy, detective."

The first thought you had was that he looked so attractive when he was proud of himself. You knew it wasn't the time and you hated yourself for not focusing but you couldn't help it.

"Shit." You muttered, holding your arms up in defeat as he pointed his gun directly at your vest.

He smirked. "Wanna know how I did it?"

"You're going to tell me anyway." You muttered, rolling your eyes which only made him more smug.

"You know me so well, detective." He began. "I knew that if you heard me, you'd go in the opposite direction of my voice."

"I know you better than that." You stated, watching him nod.

"But not as well as you think you do." He titled his head slightly and took a step towards you. "You'd think I was playing a trick on you, so obviously you'd rethink everything."

You tightened your lips. "Right."

He took another step. "While you stopped to think of what your next move could be, I was already right behind you. You see, L/N, you may be smart but you could never outsmart a genius."

By now, he was directly in front of you, staring down at you with such intensity and confidence that you could feel your face heating up. You didn't have time to come up with anything smart to say as the man backed you up into a wall and positioned his face in front of yours.

Your noses rubbed together, eyes not daring to look away as your lips connected. It felt like a surge of electricity moved through your body.

You dropped the laser gun, placing a hand on the back of his neck and the other on the side of his face, keeping him in place as if him moving would be the worst possible thing to happen.

His hands sat comfortably on your waist as he moaned into your mouth, kissing you like his life depended on it.

You could not believe it was happening.

Slowly, Jake started pulling back before things could go any further. Detectives were still running around the room and you know Holt would have both of your heads if you were caught making out instead of doing as told.

You opened your eyes and looked into Jake's, attempting to regulate your breathing.

"You're dead, sucker." He smirked, a red light flashing from your vest as he shot you.

Your eyes widened.

"You fucker." You gasped, looking at the gun he had pressed into your side that you knew you must have confused with his hand, too caught up in the kiss to notice.

You looked back up at his proud smile. "Sorry sweetheart, just doin' ma' job."

"This isn't the end, Peralta. I will get you back for this." You threatened, watching him turn and walk away proudly.

"Sure ya' will, loser."

[aemonds-sapphire]

Innocence

Summary: A debt is owed and payment is due, but it will be on Aemond’s terms.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Friends to lovers. Inexperienced reader. Virgin reader. Mentions of virginity loss. Semi-public. Fingering.

A/N: Can be read as part 2 of Inexperience, but also as a stand-alone. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1.8k

Part III

“I don’t wish to be here.”

“Well, you must.”

“Can I leave?”

Your father’s eyes landed on you in a silent warning.

King Viserys and his feasts. They would bore you to death and, more recently, frighten you as your father was in search of a suitor for you.

Your scowl soon vanished once you spotted Aemond standing close by, hands behind his back and as observant as ever.

It didn’t take look before his eye met yours.

He had much more self-control than you as you were not able to hold back a faint smile.

A smile that your father noticed right away. “Do not spend the entire evening next to the prince.”

“Why not?”

“He scares off potential suitors.”

Good.

You feigned ignorance. “Why is that?”

He was in no mood to entertain your antics as your walked past countless rows of people in the courtyard.

“I do not wish for rumours to spread,” he whispered. “You are be presentable and approachable tonight.”

His remark left a sour taste in your mouth. “May I go and greet prince Aemond, then? It would be rude of me not to, father.”

The older man tensed up, but nodded.

You crossed the courtyard in haste, blood already boiling in your veins, and as soon as you reached Aemond he was able to realise something was off.

“What’s the matter?”

You said nothing.

“Your father.”

It wasn’t a question.

Decided not to spend the rest of your time with Aemond looking and acting miserable, you bowed your head ever so lightly.

He returned the gesture, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Let us get away from here. Please,” you added that last word in your best effort to let him know how desperate you were.

Aemond glanced around. “I think I know a place.”

You grinned widely, the thrill of defying your father rushing through your entire body.

Aemond’s feet broke into a rapid stride in front of you, but close enough not to lose you in the crowds that swarmed around you.

As you walked up the familar steps that led to a cupboard, your heart started beating faster.

“I haven’t been here in so long.”

Aemond chuckled and offered you his hand, seeing that you were already far away from prying eyes.

He pushed the wooden door open effortlessly, pulling you inside before slamming it shut once again.

Your stomach rolled in excitement as you remembered the many times you two had found refuge in this cupboard, hiding away from the angry servants that had just been robbed of delicious food.

Before you could adjust your eyes to the sudden darkness, you felt Aemond pressing your back up against the wooden panels.

“Sagon lyka.”

Be quiet.

The two words in High Valyrian that you had picked up every sinxe you were a child as the two of you sneaked around the long halls of the Red Keep.

You could hear footsteps outside with voices drawing near.

Aemond placed one finger to his lips, silencing your giggles.

Suddenly, it felt too intimate.

But then again, these last few days with Aemond had become a blur.

You craved him more than ever before, wishing you could touch him once again. Wishing you could have all of his undivided attention on you.

“You owe a debt, Aemond Targaryen,” you said in a whisper.

His eye narrowed. “Do I, now?”

“Yes,” you nodded, gazing at his beautiful lips. “I wish to know how you’d pleasure me.”

Silence.

Had you gone too far?

Had you assumed he’d be willing to touch you the same way you had touched him a few nights ago?

He clicked his tongue after a while, eye dropping to your own lips. “Are you demanding payment?”

“Yes.”

Loud voices filled your ears and you bit your lip, offering him the most innocent stare you could muster.

“I last saw her with Prince Aemond,” a man said. “They seem rather close.”

There was no malice or implication in his voice and, from the way Queen Alicent chuckled, you could tell she shared the sentiment.

“They grew up together,” she said lovingly. “A complete nightmare to the kitchen servants.”

Your father chuckled. “Ah, yes. They would disappear for hours on end, carrying pastries and food.”

And yet he was too blind to see who it was you truly craved and yearned for.

Aemond’s eye met yours and you held back a grin as his hands traveled up your arms.

The voices faded momentarily as your heart thumping louder once you realised his intentions.

Before you could fully brace yourself, Aemond bent his head and pressed his lips against yours.

Warmth filled your stomach and you were certain your heart had skipped several beats.

Unsure of what to do with your hands, you settled with wrapping one arm around his neck, deepening the tender kiss while grasping the handle of his dagger for added support, the fear of tumbling down from the sudden intimacy overwhelming your senses.

The two of you had once shared stolen food from the Red Keep’s kitchen and now shared kisses.

Aemond parted his lips first and you followed suit, welcoming his guidance. The first moan came from you as you felt his tongue on yours.

He brought both hands to frame your face, thumbs gently rubbing across your cheeks.

You could no longer make out to whom each voice belonged.

“… in need of a suitor.”

Aemond pressed your back further into the wooden panel.

Someone laughed. “She would do well with my son.”

You moaned into his kiss as one of his hands gripped your thigh through your dresse, lifting your leg to rest around his waist.

“A proper young lady, no doubts.”

Aemond snickered at such remark, parting his lips from yours.

You felt your lips swollen and moist, but above all that, you felt the throbbing between your legs. Your dress had slid back, exposing your skin to his eager touch.

“Such a proper lady, aren’t you?” he teased in a velvety voice.

A sudden gasp tore through your throat as one hand slipped inside your undergarments.

You had never had a man touch you like this before. Inexperience rendered you immobile and you had to bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a moan once his fingers delved in between your folds.

“Oh…”

Aemond pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips as he dragged the pads along your swollen clit.

“Do you hear that?” he whispered.

“Hear what?”

Your question was answered by the wet sounds erupting from the way he rubbed his fingers along your folds and entrance.

“So eager…” he praised. “Untouched and unbroken.”

Aemond would use his words like no other. His eloquence was praised across the realm and you were able to witness it firsthand.

He slipped one finger inside you without a warning.

“Do you ever touch yourself?”

The arm around his neck tightened and your hips rolled into his touch, one finger buried knuckle-deep inside you.

“Answer me.”

You pressed your face against his chest. “Yes…”

He started moving the finger out and back in again, the heel of his hand digging into your clit.

“Who do you think of when you do it?”

You squeezed around his finger. Hard.

“Me?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

Aemond groaned and you reckoned you might combust from that glorious sound alone.

“Can you take another one?”

You… didn’t know…

Pleasuring yourself was not something you’d often indulge in. You had tried one finger before, imagining it to be Aemond’s, but never quite living up to the expectation as his were much longer.

He probed the entrance with a second finger, teasing your tightness.

“I would not break your maidenhead,” he promised, pressing another kiss to the top of your head and caressing your thigh with his other hand. “Your future husband would not approve of it.”

He was taunting you… deep down, you knew he was aware of the hold he had on you.

“Aemond…” you moaned deliberately, hoping your voice would be incentive enough.

“Say it again.”

This time, you lifted your head from his chest to gaze at him, pleading eyes making his lips part.

“Aemond… please…”

A second finger stretched through your barrier, to join the other already inside. You were soaked enough to accompany him without the risk of going too far, yet you felt stuffed like never before.

Aeomond Targaryen’s uncovered eye never left yours as he struggled to go as deep as possible.

“You’re so tight… too tight…” he said, his breath already coming out erratically. “Your husband will be so fortunate.”

A sudden jab of irritation amidst the pleasure made you frown at him.

You wished he’d take you as his wife.

But he was taken.

And soon you would be, too.

He was promised to marry a Baratheon girl and you already despised her.

She would never understand Aemond like you did.

Your head dropped to his chest once more, but this time to conceal the tears that pooled in the corner of your eyes from both pain and pleasure.

“Take me…” you pleaded, even though you knew he was too honourable to succumb to such invitation.

He would never take you.

As expected, he did not reply at first, focusing on fucking you with his fingers.

Only when you repeated those words did he speak, “Do not say such things.”

“I would let you take me,” you reinforced your position, bringing your hips to a slow roll down his fingers. “You know me like no other.”

Aemond grunted, the hand holding your leg up digging into you. “You would offer me your maidenhead?”

Why was he surprised? You would do that and much more.

“Yes…” you said as seductively as your inexperience allowed you. “I would take your cock…”

This time, Aemond shoved you into the wooden wall and you nearly hit your head as you lifted your chin to stare at him.

He looked tense.

The sort of tension one shows when trying to restrain themselves. You were familiar with it. Yours stemmed from your feeling for Aemond.

Where did his come from, then?

“My cock?”

You nodded, drawing your lower lip out in a pout.

Aemond clenched his jaw.

“It would not fit…” you gasped in between moans as your walls fluttered around him.

He let out a shaky breath. “It would.”

You could tell your words had stroked his male ego effectively from the way he curled his fingers deep inside you, squelching sounds filling your ears.

“It would hurt.”

Aemond brought his face to your shoulder, letting out a groan. “It would.”

And yet you’d still offer yourself freely to him, for the line between pain and pleasure would be worth crossing if it meant you could be bound to him so intimately.

Your grasp on the handle of his dagger tightened as despair took over you.

He was proving himself to be an exceptional lover, but you still needed more and you needed him to understand it.

“Another one… Aemond…. please…” you nearly cried out in frustration, bucking into his hand. “Please…”

Aemond’s free hand came to grip your jaw, sealing your lips with his, swallowing your pleas. You had to lift your leg higher to maintain the current position and prevent him from slipping away.

By the time you managed to break the kiss, you felt the pad of a third finger circling your entrance.

He craved it.

You could feel it.

“Please…” you said, once again rolling your hils to his as his hand dropped to support your leg.

It was evident that he was struggling with himself. For the briefest moment Aemond stood still, pausing his ministrations. You tried your best to urge him on by clenching hard around the two digits, but his self-control was commendable.

“I would not take you like this,” he finally whispered, thumb pressed to your clit drawing a need moan from you. “Not with my fingers…”

Your hand dropped from his dagger to his clothed cock and when you pressed your palm against it, the most enticing and lust-filled growl made its way past his lips.

“Your father ought to know how much of a danger your are,” he whispered, breathing moans into your ear. “That you’re willing to give yourself to me.”

Truth be told, you could not bring yourself to care about whatever thoughts your father had of you should he find out prince Aemond Targaryen had his fingers buried deep within you and was toying with the prospect of deflowering you.

Just as you were about to undo his pants, the voices outside the cupboard were distinguishable once more, momentarily breaking the immersion.

“I have not see your daughter in a long while,” the lord said to your father. “My son would court her if he could only find her.”

“I am certain she would welcome his advances, my lord,” your father answered, but you could hear a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

And so could he.

“It is odd that she would vanish, considering she is in need of a suitor,” the old man said disdainfully. “Is she still intact?”

Your eyes widened slightly, meeting Aemond’s.

The young prince did not seem affected in the slightest.

In fact, the way his lips curled into a cunning smile told you he was, at the very least, thoroughly enjoying the current predicament.

He dragged both fingers out, slamming them back in with no warning.

“It seems he’s unaware that such matter is irrelevant.”

Your face was twisted in a mix of pleasure and confusion.

Aemond caught on to that and brought his lips to your ear. “His son’s cock would not be able tear your maidenhead,” Aemond mocked viciously. “But mine would,” he said, punctuating each word with a thrust.

Gods…

Your eyes fluttered shut at the promise of having the last shred of innocence being taken from you at his hands.

Before you knew it, you had allowed your moans to reach a higher pitch, earning the attention of those outside.

“What was that sound?” your father’s voice was heard.

Aemond rapidly clasped his hand over your mouth, effectively silencing your bliss.

“Must be cats. Mating season, I reckon,” another man said dismissively.

It wasn’t far for the truth at all.

If only Aemond would give into your pleas and finally take you.

He snapped you out of your thoughts by pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“I apologise, but I need your release now.”

Your walls immediately clenched and you groaned into the palm of his hand as more wetness spilled from you once he sped up.

Apologising for wanting your release ranked up high with the likes of apologising for crowning someone a king, or apologising for finally bringing to life the countless dreams of pleasure you had had over the years.

You were too close already. Beads of sweat dripped down your face as the effort to keep quiet began to take a toll on you.

The stimulation that came from both his fingers and heel of his hand was enough to have your legs quiver as your release build up with each thrust.

He dropped his hand from your mouth to grab his dagger.

Your eye widened as he brought it to your lips. “Bite on this. I need my hand free.”

“Why?” you asked before parting your lips and holding the handle with your teeth.

Aemond didn’t reply.

He didn’t have to.

The answer came in a tidal wave of pleasure that washed over you as he fucked you relentlessly, forcing your teeth to sink into the leather that was wrapped around the blade, strangling your cries.

Your mind went blank as your eyes snapped wide-open, the contractions from your released squeezing him rhythmically and uncontrollably.

Aemond hushed you with a kiss to your temple, waiting for you to finish riding out your high. “Good… good…”

Tears streamed down your face from the sudden release of pressure and you knew you’d collapse had it not been for the iron grip he had on your leg, holding you in place.

“Stop clenching…” he pressed another kiss. “Let go of my fingers…”

Your walls were wrapped so tightly around him, it took a while from the tension to vanish, allowing him to properly slide out of you.

Before your hazy eyes he brought his soaked fingers to his mouth, wrapping his lips around them and sucking gently.

You were about to speak when he silenced you with a kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on him.

He broke the kiss as you both gasped for air. “Now you owe me one.”

.

Part III

[lincolndjarin]

Best Kept Secret

chapter eight : solar markets (RE-UPLOAD)

ao3 link ✿ series masterlist ✩ main masterlist ✧

pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 5.3k

summary : the mandalorian takes reader on a day trip

warnings, etc. : language, reader thinks about sex like a little bit

A/N : i had to change accounts so this is a re-upload of my ongoing fic bks!!

It’s nice to wake up excited again. 

You wish you could say that it happened more often but hopefully it will from now on. It’s going to be your first time leaving the castle grounds since you got here. You’ve spent the last four weeks cooped up and you couldn’t be more thrilled to finally get to see something new. 

As much as you love the library it can be suffocating to spend every single day between those four walls. 

So you summon Elaine and Lysa as quickly as possible, grinning as you stand in the mirror until you notice the faint blooms of purple on your waist. 

Shit. 

You have to rush to find undergarments that will cover them and you’re barely pulling them over your hips as the door swings open. 

“Good morning ma’am.” Elaine smiles at you as she grabs a brush, going to stand behind you to comb out the knots in your hair. She snaps her fingers sharply and points to the closet signaling for Lysa to fetch you a gown. 

“Good morning Elaine.” You give her a smile, “Good morning Lysa!” You say slightly louder as you watch in the mirror as she brings out a flowy lilac gown. “I’m going out today girls.” You turn to smile at both of them. 

“Is that so ma’am? Where are you going?” Elaine speaks as she pulls the dress over your head and begins lacing up the corset. 

“The Mandalorian is accompanying me to the markets in the city today.” You try to hold back a bit of the enthusiasm in your voice. 

“Mhmm. That sounds wonderful ma’am.” Her head turns. “Go get her a cloak, and then go find Leodall to give her some credits.”  

“Of course.” In a rush Lysa threw a light gray cloak onto the bed and darted out of the room. Elaine dressed you in near silence after that, softly humming a song to herself every once in a while as you let her straighten the cloak over your shoulders. 

It gives you time to think.

Are things going to be different now? It would be hard to go back to how things were at this point, but you don’t want to have to act like strangers again. You’ve agreed to keep having sex at the very least which is a huge relief, but you also want to make sure that you can still talk to him. Just act normal. Act like nothing is different. 

She’s quick with your makeup, doing some simple little accents around your eyes and letting your hair fall around your face in a way she typically doesn’t. 

“Even though you haven’t made many public appearances it will be best to keep your face mostly hidden my lady.” She adjusts the hood slightly over your hair to shield the top of your head. You nod slowly.

“Is there a bag I can take?” Is all you have to say in response, you aren’t particularly worried about any threats in the city. After all, you have Mando. Who, now that you’re thinking about it, you have never seen in action. Sure he’s big and imposing but it’s still troubling to think that he might be all talk. He does love to talk. You’ll be fine. He wouldn’t take you into the city if he couldn’t protect you. 

Probably. 

Elaine throws a white satchel over your shoulders and takes a step back to admire her work before nodding. 

“If you’re ready I’m sure he’s waiting for you.” She gives you a grin before leaving. You take a good look at yourself in the mirror, Elaine really does work wonders. You honestly aren’t sure how she does it, it’s not like you’re unattractive by any means but you don’t think you were this alluring back on Hoth. 

Is it okay to hope that he notices? That doesn’t break any rules right? 

You don’t have long to wonder because Leodall is bursting into the room holding a small leather coin purse. Holding it out to you. 

“I wish you had given me more warning princess… this was what I was able to put together on such short notice.” He’s seemingly trying to catch his breath still as you take the purse and open it, your eyes going wide. You were royalty back on Hoth but clearly not this royal. There’s more credits than you could possibly know what to do with inside. 

“A-are you sure?” You manage to stammer out, you’re nervous just holding them. 

“I mean if you’d like I can see if I can make it down to the vaults but it will take me much longer to get more, how much do-” You cut him off.

“Nevermind Leo. Thank you.” You give him a reassuring smile as you put the credits in your bag and dismiss him with a nod. You slip on a pair of riding boots before exiting the room yourself. 

He looks different. 

Scarier. 

You clearly hadn’t been getting the full Mandalorian before because now there’s somehow more attachments. Ammunition. He’s shinier if that was somehow possible, like he polished his armor for this outing and he’s got a brown canvas bag thrown over his shoulder. 

He looks like a proper killer. 

Why does that send a rush of heat between your legs?

“Good morning, princess.” He gives you a curt nod.

So far so good. 

“Good morning Mando. You look… nice.” You tilt your head slightly, getting a real eyeful of him before meeting his visor. 

Okay this is a little more difficult than you thought it was going to be.

Of course it’s harder than you thought it’d be to have a conversation with someone you’ve had impulse hate sex with. 

You just want things to be normal. Just friends. You can do this, this is what you wanted so you need to make it work, you will make it work. 

“Are you ready?” 

“Always.” He turns on his heel to start making his way down the hall and you swiftly follow. 

“Will we be walking there?” You can’t stop smiling at the prospect of finally actually seeing other people. 

“It’s a bit far for that. We’ll take a speeder.”

“Like a bike?” You can’t hide the excitement in your voice, as he lets out a low chuckle. 

“No princess. I don’t think it would be proper for me to take you into the city on a speeder bike. We’ll be taking a landspeeder.” You try to hide your disappointment as he leads you through the twisting halls until you finally reach the familiar front gates. You’d only ever gone in through them when you arrived all those weeks ago. When you went to the garden you had taken back exits. Mando is already talking to a droid near the gate and you can’t catch what he’s saying but he comes back with two silver bands, holding one out to you. “Palace rules, if you’re leaving the grounds you’ve gotta wear it.” He easily clips his on as you fumble with the clasp on yours.

“What are they for?” You can’t help but bite your lip as you try to get the damn thing on before finally he takes your wrist and does it for you.

“Trackers.” He says it like he doesn’t like the taste of the word in his mouth but you choose to ignore it as he walks through the gate, scanning the bracelet as he does so, you follow his lead and then you’re outside. A light blue landspeeder is waiting for the two of you and you take his hand as he helps you get into the back seat before pulling himself up next to you. The driver nervously turns to stare at him but says nothing as he turns back around. “Solar Markets.” Is all Mando has to say in that stern, bounty hunter tone before you’re flying. 

✩

It’s annoyingly beautiful. 

You’d convinced yourself that Naboo was a place you had been condemned to but it’s stunning. It’s greener than you’d realized and you swear you hear Mando laugh at the awestruck look on your face. 

He looks comfortable like this, leaning back, his arms spread out across the back of the seat. You must look like an over eager child the way your eyes keep darting around. You almost want to ask if you can keep riding around for a bit when the speeder stops. 

Almost.

But the markets are much more enticing. 

Alive and buzzing with people, there’s probably more people just on this street than there were in your entire colony back home. Mando helps you out of the speeder by lifting you up by your waist and once you’re on the ground you pull your hood back up. He leans down to whisper to you.

“No one is going to recognize you, it’s okay.” Is he smiling? It sounds like he’s smiling. You let the hood fall and run your fingers through your hair to try and brush the wind out of it. He holds his arm out and you briskly take it, clutching yourself close to him as he starts walking. It’s almost like a small path through the crowds clears whenever you walk and you immediately regret letting your hood down until you realize it’s not for you.

They’re scared of him.

People get quiet when you walk near them, they whisper, eyes start darting around frantically. 

“I didn’t realize you had a reputation…” You mumble, leaning closer to him.

“Not me princess, my people in general. Don’t worry about it, it just means no one is going to mess with you.” He lets out a chuckle as he slows his pace. 

“What are they saying about you?” You look warily around the crowds, holding on to Mando’s arm a little tighter.

He fidgets with something on his gauntlet and is silent for a few minutes as you walk before he fidgets with it again.

“Just your usual Mandaloian panic, mostly people worried about you.”

“Me?” You can’t help it when your voice goes up a pitch. It makes him chuckle softly. 

“Some people are worried you're my prisoner.” 

“Why would people think that?” You can’t help but look up at him in confusion.

“Usually we travel alone, or with other Mandalorians. Or people don’t see us at all, some people are just concerned that I’m holding you captive.” Why does he sound like he’s enjoying that fact?

“Well that’s annoying.” You scoff.

“So, what are we shopping for today?” He tilts the helmet down to look at you as you take in the dozens upon dozens of stands. It’s entirely possible that they will have quite literally anything you could ask for. 

“I didn’t actually have anything in mind… can we just look around?” 

“Of course.” Okay, he’s definitely smiling. 

The two of you arm in arm walk through the first street of stalls. Nothing in particular catches your eye, it mostly seems like antiques and other such things, it must take well over an hour though and as he turns you down the next street you're hit with a wave of different smells as you start your trek through what you figure is the food stands. Your stomach lets out a small grumble since you skipped breakfast for this.

“Are you hungry? Can you eat if no one is looking?” You say softly, turning towards him. 

“Someone is always looking. I’ll eat when we get back.” 

 You can’t help but frown. It passes quickly though as you get an idea. You keep your eyes peeled for a specific stand. 

“You called this the Solar Markets earlier?” You say absentmindedly, still looking around.

“Yes. During the day they are called the Solar Markets, at night they do a quick turn around and then open the Lunar Markets.” He’s speaking so softly you can barely hear him and you wonder if he does it on purpose to keep up appearances of a stoic silent killer. 

“Will we be able to stay for the Lunar Markets?” You turn to him hopefully and you hear the beginning of a laugh before the modulator cuts off. He takes a second before you hear the filter crackling back to life. 

“No princess. I will have to find a way to sneak you out after hours to show you the Lunar Markets.” His voice is tinged with amusement. 

“Why? Are they dangerous?” You instinctively squeeze his arm tighter. 

“Not at all, we’re just going to have to make sure you don’t have a tracker on when we go, I’m sure I’d get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out you went, we’ll have to keep your hood up for that trip.” There’s a teasing tone to his voice that you don’t get. 

“Are you going to tell me why or am I going to have to guess?” 

“I think it will be better if it’s a surprise.” He whispers as he pats your arm gently. You’re about to interrogate him further but you see what you’re looking for and drop his arm, jogging up ahead to a stand, handing over what is definitely too many credits as you tell the Gungan running the stand to keep the change, Mando is right behind you when you turn around, you’ve got a big smile on your face.

“Don’t run off like that. Just because nobody knows you doesn’t mean you aren’t precious cargo.” His voice is stern but you don’t let it bother you as you hold up your purchase. 

“Look what I got us.” You're beaming ear to ear. “It’s pear and some kind of spikey melon I didn’t recognize.” You hold the smoothie up towards his helmet and he tilts his head ever so slightly. 

“Okay…?” He says it slowly like he’s being careful not to hurt your feelings. 

“It has a straw! So you don’t have to take your helmet off.” You say it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world as you take a sip. It’s thick, and sweeter than you were expecting but it goes down smooth and you can’t stop smiling as you hold it out towards him.

“That’s very kind of you princess… but it might affect the presence I’m trying to put out if I’m walking around with a straw under my helmet.” He sounds serious as he says it which makes you lose the smile as you think again for a moment. 

“Okay. I need to tell you something.” You take his hand and pull him just behind the stall, out of sight of most of the people.

“You’re confusing me princess.” He laughs softly. “What do you want to tell me?” He puts his hands on his hips and you hold a finger out to make a “come closer” motion.  

“I have to whisper it.” He sighs as he leans down so his face is next to yours and your mouth is where his ear would be. “Release the airlock on your helmet.” You whisper it and he starts to pull back but you put your hands on his shoulders. “Please. Just for a second.” He lets out another exasperated sigh but after a moment you hear a hiss of air and you bite back a giggle as you bring the drink up between the two of you and shove the straw under the edge of his helmet, you use your body to shield him from anyone passing by. If anyone looked it would look like you were just whispering a secret to him. There’s a moment where you’re worried you’ve gone too far but then you hear a quiet slurping noise and you know you’ve won. After a moment he pulls back and you can see through the clear cup that he’s downed a solid quarter of it. The air hissed as he resealed his helmet. 

“Happy?” He has a mock tone of defeat as you grin.

“Extremely.” You take his arm again and lead him back into the crowd as you sip at the drink lazily while you walk. “Did you like it?” You don’t bother concealing the satisfaction in your voice. 

“It was a little sweet for me… but yes.” 

“I knew you would. I’m always right.” 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Do you come here at night to buy food or do you just get stuff from the castle?” As you speak you walk over to a pastry stand and drop a pile of credits into the young woman's hand as you take a few small cakes and cookies and put them into your bag, waving off the change again. 

“I usually just eat ration packets back at my cabin.” 

Full stop.

“Why aren’t you getting food from the kitchens?” You take a step in front of him, staring up into his visor with your arms crossed. You’d had ration packets plenty of times back on Hoth when they were unable to get cargo ships in. They were filling but honestly you’d found them gross most of the time. You didn’t like the idea of him relying solely on those when he had so many other options available to him.

“I never thought to do so. I’ve always just eaten rations packs.” He sounds almost bored with the conversation as you glare up at him. You want to scold him but you know he won’t listen so instead you make a mental note to pick up a few things while you’re here. You take his arm and start walking again. “Do you need anything else from this street or do you want to go to the next one?” He whispers it like he’s unsure if you’re mad at him. 

“I’m done here, we can go to the next one.” You keep it light, not wanting anything to ruin this day as he brings you down the next street. This is easily the biggest, most crowded area. It seems like the majority of the vendors set up shop here and you’re having trouble focusing on any single stand as you start your slow trek. A particularly sharp burst of color catches your eye as you approach the stand. The Toydarian manning the shop seems nervous about Mando but you ignore it as you start searching through the plastic flowers. 

“We have the gardens at home, why the hell do you need fake flowers?” His eyes are looking around the shelves as he speaks and you find the plastic lilies you were looking for. 

“I had these growing up. I just want some for my room.” You can’t help but smile at the idea of having a piece of home back in your chambers, as you hand the shopkeep the credits you catch Mando also handing him some as he shoves something into his bag. You don’t ask because once you leave another stand has already caught your eye. 

“Oh no. You’re not getting that.” He’s groaning as you run up to the droid selling vibroblades. 

“Come on, they’re all so small I won’t be able to do much damage with one anyway.” You’re peeking through the display case at the knives, settling on a simple dainty one, it’s entirely silver, handle and blade. The droid retrieves it the moment you point it out and you hand him the credits as you put it into the sheath provided before shoving it into your bag. 

“Why do you even need that? You have me to protect you.” He puts a hand on his hip but you just take his arm and push him to keep him walking. 

“Just for emergencies. Don’t worry about it.” He sighs as you keep walking. 

“What emergency? You have a state of the art locking system on your door and a state of the art bodyguard.” He sounds almost offended and you burst into laughter. 

“Please don’t tell me you’re jealous of a knife.” You can hear a little huff of air coming from the modulator. 

“No.” There’s that bounty hunter voice. 

“Oh come on, don’t be jealous, I promise I like you more than the blade.” You poke his pauldron as you tease him. 

“I’m not jealous.” He scoffs out. 

“Just making sure.”

✩

You spend the rest of the day in the third street of the market. It’s massive, you don’t even get a chance to see every stand. You aren’t even sure you’ve seen half of them. Around midday you take out one of the little cakes you’d bought and eat it, offering him half but of course he declines. You buy a lovely crystal vase for your faux flowers, a few other little snacks you find and several bowls with sealable lids. You’re sure that purchase has Mando raising an eyebrow but he doesn’t say anything. 

You’re exhausted by the time the sun is lowering in the sky but you don’t want this day to end. You can tell he’s about to call it as you see a stand that catches your eye and you drag him along to it, you can feel a slight resistance as he realizes where you’re dragging him but it’s too late because you’re already talking to the woman folding fabrics at the entrance. 

“Do you by any chance have other wares I could peruse in the back?” You give her a smile as she looks warily between you and the Mandalorian before nodding and taking your hand. He starts to follow but you put a hand against his chestplate. 

“You’re not going anywhere without me.” His tone has gotten all stiff and bounty hunter serious as he gently takes your wrist and removes your hand. 

“I’m trying on clothes. You need to wait outside.” 

It’s way too tense for such a simple request. You can feel the shopkeep trembling behind you but you don’t drop the glare you’ve got trained on his visor. You don’t know how long you stand like that. Scowling at each other. Definitely too long but eventually he sighs and takes a step back. 

“Ten minutes. If you don’t come out, I’m going in.” He points a warning finger at you but plants his feet and you know he’ll stay put as you give him a big grin before following the woman into the back. 

It’s exactly what you thought it would be. 

A lot of the stuff was classier out front but you knew there would most likely be skimpier options where the public couldn’t see them. You started looking through the shelves of lace and silk. You’re only doing so for a moment before the woman is clearing her throat. 

“Are you okay, miss?” Her voice is small and timid as she looks over her shoulder anxiously. You raise an eyebrow in confusion. 

“Yes…? Why do you ask?” You look away from the woman as you find a shelf exclusively containing green fabrics. Jackpot. 

“It’s just, I don’t mean to intrude but- but I’ve never seen a…” She leans in to whisper. “A Mandalorian traveling with someone before. I just want to make sure you aren’t being held against your will. Such a pretty young woman, accompanying such a dangerous man.” 

Oh.

Well you should have seen that coming. You give her a reassuring smile. You want to be offended on his behalf but maybe you just didn’t truly grasp how afraid people were of him.

“I’m perfectly safe ma’am, he’s my friend.” She nods slowly, seemingly satisfied with your answer as you hold up a particularly revealing piece. A satiny green two piece set. They could probably pass as pajamas if the bottoms weren’t practically just panties. You put it over your arm as you look for something a little more racy. “Is this everything?” You turn to look at her again.

“No miss, but we don’t bring out what I think you’re looking for until after sundown.”

Oh. That’s why you weren’t staying for the Lunar Market.  

“Ah, okay. I’ll be sure to come back for that at some point. Thank you so much for being so accommodating” You hand her half of your remaining credits and her jaw is practically on the floor as you make a swift exit, shoving the clothes into your bag. Finding Mando just outside. He’s in nearly the same position except now he has a small bag in his hands. You pay it no mind as you go to take his arm. 

But you miss it completely as someone grabs your other arm pulling you in the opposite direction. 

“I haven’t seen you around here before, are you new in town?” It’s a human man with long black hair, he’s got welding goggles strapped to his head. You try as gently as possible to shove him off. 

“No, I’ve lived here for some time now, and I should be getting back to my friend…” You’re about to point to Mando hoping that would scare him off but the man is putting a hand around your waist and starts walking you down the street. 

“Oh come on sweet thing, why don’t we just walk for a little bit, maybe you can show me what you bought from that stand.” You can hear his hot breath against your neck as he leans closer and you’re about to reach for the blade in your bag but you don’t get too because he’s already on the ground. 

You don’t have anytime to realize what’s going on until it’s already happening.

“ Give me a reason to do it. ” Mando’s already on top of him, blaster pressed to the bottom of the man's jaw. His voice sends a chill down your spine, if you thought that the stern tone he used on most strangers was his bounty hunter voice you were horribly wrong. This was his bounty hunter voice. When the man didn’t respond you watched as the barrel of the blaster pushed a hair deeper into the man's skin. 

You should probably unpack at some point why you find this so attractive. 

Maker, would it be inappropriate to ask him to recreate this later in your chambers? 

You don’t register what the man mumbles as Mando reholsters his blaster. Standing up and facing you. You do happen to catch the next words the man mutters as he gets to his feet, unlucky for him Mando catches the words as well. 

“Have a good night with your whore, jackass.” 

The crack of the punch is so loud, you’re absolutely certain that Mando broke his jaw. The man drops to the ground in an instant and your Beskar companion simply shakes his hand out once before offering you his arm again. You take it as you try to avoid looking at the crumpled body of the man. 

Stars, you don’t know if you’ve ever been this attracted to someone. 

As a friend. Obviously. 

“You get everything you need?” He says as he starts backtracking you down the market street. He’s alarmingly casual. 

“Yes. I’m ready to go now.” You give him a nervous smile as you walk, trying to  enjoy the sun setting on everything. 

It’s hard not to talk about it.

But it’s probably for the best all things considered, if you start reliving that memory, who knows how long you’ll be able to resist dragging the Mandalorian into an alley and getting on your knees. 

On your way out you tell him you want to stop and grab some things for dinner, if he notices you buying more food than you could possibly eat he doesn’t mention it. He doesn’t even say anything when you make him carry it. It’s a quick ride back to the castle and you can feel the exhaustion taking its toll as he walks you up to your chambers. Leo is waiting for you in the hall to take your tracker bands, Mando mumbles something about losing his but you pay him no mind as you hand Leo yours, telling him to inform the girls that you won’t need them, they can have the night off, and with that he departs. Mando helps you into your room and helps you set your things onto the bed. 

“Did you have a good day?” He’s gentle again. Nothing like his tone when you were in public. It makes you smile, like he saves it just for you. 

“I did. Thank you, for everything.” 

“So you aren’t stressed?” He doesn’t look up, he’s setting a few of the bowls you’d bought out on the bed. 

“No not at all, why? If you’re worried about the guy, don’t be I didn’t even have a second to process what was happening…” Your voice trails off as you realize why he was asking.

You idiot. 

This is Purely Stress Relief.

Your rule.

You want to take it back immediately but he’s already standing up straighter, and you know you’ve already missed your chance. 

“Do you need anything else or should I leave?” He says it with the same tone of disappointment that you currently feel. 

Damn it. 

You stupid, stupid woman, less than an hour ago you were gonna jump his bones in the street and now that you’ve got him alone you just blew your chance to… well, blow him .

Whatever. It’s for the best. It would be weird to have a really great day out together and then come home and have sex anyway. That’s something a couple would do. And that’s not what this arrangement is. But you can’t let him leave without executing your master plan. 

You start opening the food containers and scoop half of everything into the bowls, sealing all of them before rummaging through your bag for one of the little cakes, setting it on top of the three sealed bowls, stacking them. 

“Here.” You hold it all out to him and he just stands there for a moment. 

“You don’t have to-” The voice that comes out of the filter almost sounds small. 

“I know I don’t have to. Now take it, I’m ordering you to go home and eat actual food.” You shove it into his arms and he starts carefully tucking it into his bag.

“You don’t have the authority to order me to do anyth-”

“Shut up. For once, about that.” You give him a stern look and you both stand awkwardly across from each other. You aren’t really sure what he’s waiting for but finally he reaches into his satchel and hands you the small bag he had been holding earlier. 

“I bought this for you earlier while you were trying on clothes. It made me think of you.” He doesn’t even give you a second to say thank you before he’s out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. You stand there dumbfounded for a moment before you open the bag, looking down at the contents.

You reach in and hold the necklace in front of your face so you can get a good look. 

It’s a simple leather cord but what really catches your eye is the tiny charm. It’s a little silver outline of a flower hanging from the band. A little flower. 

Sarad’ika.

You’re glad he didn’t linger to watch you open it because you have to hold back tears.

Even though he didn’t stay you can’t help but smile as you started nodding off. Closing the food containers before grabbing a few things, retreating to the closet. You lay down in your nest of blankets, setting your book down next to you as you stare down at the charm in the palm of your hand. You don’t think you ever had a day this fun even back on Hoth. No one had ever put this much thought into a gift for you. No one had ever defended you like that before either, he had even drunk what you offered him… Your fingers played with the small silver charm as you carefully tucked the necklace between the pages of The Smitten Paladin. 

It was probably the most lovely day you’d ever had. 

A specific scrawled line of text catches your eyes as they dart to the rules scrawled against the back inside cover and you slam the book shut, shoving it into your pillowcase for safekeeping. 

No Romance. 

Fuck.

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john price headcanons!

back with my favourite old man! mr. sir captain john price

no pronouns, mention of lingerie as clothing so i'm going to say gn!reader

requests: open

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

very affectionate behind closed doors. he's not big on pda and wouldn't be all over you in public (unless he's a bit drunk and feeling clingy)

but at home, in your own little space, he loves being close to you. he's loves to just sit on the couch, you reading or on your phone, him watching the match or doing paperwork. he loves to drag your legs over his lap, feeling your presence just knowing you're there spending quality time together

B: Breath (What can their s/o do to take their breath away)

taking care of his boys. he was hesitant to bring you anywhere near his work, but he and his lads are as close as family and he spends the majority of his time with them, so it felt wrong to not introduce you all.

he didn't expect for you all to get along so well. he loves when you invite them for dinner, or make them drinks and snacks when they come over to watch the football. you even put up with their noisy cheering and for that he's very grateful

(he's particularly taken aback with how close you and simon are. he wasn't sure he'd ever see anyone who could take him out of his shell a bit but you two have a great bond.)

C: Cuddles (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

YES. Mr. man is a big cuddler. Especially at night, he will literally sleep on top of you. He claims it's for safety but you think it's because he's a big, ol' koala bear who can't bare to not be snuggled up

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

I think he's quite the traditionalist and wants the whole nine yards of marriage and kids. he doesn't know so much if kids are in his future, but he definitely wants to marry you.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

a lot. he knows that it's a lot to expect someone to put up with a partner who's gone so frequently so he is always doing his best when you are together. expect lots of effort and love because he needs to show you how thankful he is for you

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

he does what you do for him. provide support in whatever form that looks like. time spent together doing mindless stuff, talking it out, reassuring you, cuddling you until you are overheating, taking a nap. literally anything he can do to help you, he will do.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

he doesn't ever expect anything from you. you already give him so much.

he definitely gives me practical vibes, in that most of his gifts are things you need. you want a new mixer for the kitchen? ok, no probs. you have a new hobby and need stuff for it? here you go.

some sexy as shit lingerie? well, i suppose that's more for him. but whatever

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

big hugger. and he's quiet as fuck, so when he sneaks up on you in the kitchen and wraps you up in a bear hug, he gives you an extra tight one to apologise. even though he'll do it again lol

he loves hugs

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

he's a romantic old timey guy. loves a romantic dinner. loves kisses and hugs and i love you's. he just loves you and has no issues with showing you

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

i think so, but not from a place of mistrust of you, but of other people. i think he's just extra affectionate and more outwardly possessive. like he'll pull you into his side and kiss your cheek while eyeing up the other person

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

yes good kisser, his beard was a big adjustment at first though because damn can it poke you. but he loves kissing you, could spend his whole day kissing you.

big on good morning kisses, loves a bit of a make-out session before you go to sleep.

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say it or show it?)

i think he says it when he's like leaving the house, if he's missed you after a day at work, before going to sleep. he definitely prefers showing it though. he's always trying to find new ways to show you how much he loves you

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

yes he wants to marry you. he doesn't care about what kind of ceremony, so much as he cares about who's there. he obviously needs the boys there, and his close family and anyone you want there. he doesn't want a huge wedding though, definitely only those closest to you both.

he also wants a bit of a party after, just so he can show you off

N: Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

he likes nights at the local pub the most. they do a banging roast and he likes to have a few drinks with you just catching up together.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do for/with their s/o?)

he HATES shopping. can't stand going around the shops, surrounded by people and crap on the shelves. it bothers him. so he leaves all the food shopping to you, and if he needs new clothes or anything he leaves that to you.

if you want to drag him to the shops, he expects lots of loving in return for making him suffer through that

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

yes i think so. he doesn't exactly seem playful on the outside, but he's a big dry-ass, dad joke maker. also, god does he like to tickle you a bit just to hear you laugh. he just can't resist it

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

yes. he really values your opinion on things, especially on things you know more about than him. he loves to talk to you, ask you things and have you ask him things. it's one of his favourite things, just having chats with you

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

i think he would like to be a planner, but with how randomly his job can take him away and how often he isn't sure when he'll be back, things end up being more spontaneous than he likes.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

as said before, he tends to sleep on top of you for "safety". however, if it's too hot, you will sleep on your own sides of the bed with something touching whether it be hands or knees or backs. always wants to be touching you

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

he trusts you the same amount he trusts his boys. he has no doubt in your trust and knows he can trust you with anything and everything

U: Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

his beard.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

i think it takes him awhile. it's not a lack of trust, but more so that he's a captain in the SAS, he doesn't often get the chance to be vulnerable so he doesn't really know how to let that side of him show.

he's most vulnerable after a hard mission, or a nightmare. he just wants you near, to know you're safe when he's like this. he kind of just has to work his way through it, but has to know that you're there

W: Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

he loves woodworking. like if you need a new shelf or something made, he will do it in his free time. your current kitchen table was made by him, and it's the most gorgeous kitchen table you've ever seen

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

he'd be calm and reasonable. his job doesn't allow time for panic and that is how he functions in his personal life. he would assess the situation and what needs to be done, and do it.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

he's a neat and clean guy, it's trained into him, so if you're messy that can get to him a bit. he likes things in order

i wouldn't say it bothers you, but damn can this man eat. like if you try to make a meal to last two days, bad news, he will eat it all. it's kind of fascinating.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

he's crazy about you and he knows you feel the same about him

[ffjj5]

I'm not broken, just bent 😔

So I don't know if the joy of being a peri menopausal woman is the reason I feel as I do, or if it's frustration from having a difficult boss who often forgets we are all human and also have a life outside of work. Maybe it stems from that lifelong feeling I have had of never being good enough ( which is a whole other story involving step parents, step siblings and a dad who prioritized his new family over his own child.) If it's me still adjusting to living with a chronic condition that causes me regular pain and limits my ability to do the things I used to do without a second thought. Or if it's just that the world is going to hell in a hand basket, but right now I just feel like I want to scoop up all my favourite people ( and my cats of course) and just disappear somewhere where we can all just be us, have fun, cry, laugh, sleep, get drunk and declare how much we love each other, play boardgames, eat good food and just forget it all.

This is the shit I want...

I also want peace, the chance to shut out all the noise, to just sit and be.

Jungkook zoning out when he gets overwhelmed is something I can relate to a lot more over the last 18 months. There are many times I have just shut myself at home on my days off because I neither have the desire or drive to go out.

It's too peopley out there.

On a daily basis in my job I deal with the best and worst of the general public and I can't lie, it has made me like people less 😬

All this being said I am not a miserable old women who sees no joy in the world. I have the best friends both near and far, and I have the best daughter who is my best friend and an eternal source of joy and love. I do things that make me happy and I spend time with those most precious to me and we have the best times.

There is just something not sitting right at the moment and I just wanted to put it down in writing as this in itself is very cathartic.

As always there is a BTS song that makes me feel seen and understood 😭😭.

God I love these men 💜

[izzypaawz]

i was made for lovin’ you baby — bella swan x fem!reader [part one]

pairing: vampire!bella swan x afab!fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

full fic category: smut, fluff & angst

full fic tags: vampire!bella, human!reader, vampires can imprint, bella imprints on reader, jacob didn’t imprint on renesmee, awkward bella, bella saves readers butt, attempted violence warning, implied attempted sa [doesn’t happen, and nothing graphic is mentioned], unfaithful bella [to edward], supportive alice, bella watches reader sleep, so does edward, consensual rough seggs, cunnilingus, fingering, vibrator, gentle sex, top!bella swan, bottom!reader, no use of y/n

summary: you meet a beautiful woman in the library one day, and she takes an immediate liking to you. you can’t help but notice that she acts a little… strange.

note: i just wanna say i haven’t read the twilight books but i have been a fan of the movies since before breaking dawn pt1 came out! so if i say anything wildly inaccurate to the books pls don’t hate me. the vampire imprinting thing i know is inaccurate its just an au. also first chapter is from bella’s pov!

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Amongst the utter chaos that surrounds raising a half-vampire daughter, Bella can often find it hard to keep up. Her not-so-little girl is already almost as tall as her, and she hasn’t been on the earth for more than a few years. She isn’t always the best mother, at least from her own point of view — Edward reassures her otherwise on a daily basis, but it’s his job to say nice things to his wife, isn’t it?

Still, there’s one thing she knows she does right. And that is making time to go to the small public library in Forks every week, with a little scrap of paper clutched between her fingers. Scrawled across the papers in a neat script are Renesmee’s book requests for the week, and Bella is happily bound to her duty of picking the books up for her daughter.

Bella’s own mother would have tossed four year old Bella the car keys and sent her to the library herself.

Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. But not much.

First, she heads to the horseshoe shaped desk where the librarian sits. The French tips on her nails tap away at the keyboard, a sound that would be almost silent to everyone else. But to Bella, she might as well be hammering away on a typewriter. “Just a moment, dear,” The librarian mutters when she notices Bella approaching, not so much as glancing up from her computer screen.

Bella gives a noncommittal hum in response and adjusts the strap of the tote bag on her shoulder as she glances around the library. It’s just as empty as it usually is when she pops in on a Thursday afternoon, but there’s something… Different. A scent in the air that she can’t quite place. In her time as a vampire she’s grown used to smelling humans all the time, to dealing with the faint copper scent lingering in her nostrils whenever they’re near. But this smell is much more… sweet.

“What can I help you with?” Bella forces her attention back to the librarian when she hears her voice.

“Um, I just have some books to return,” Bella mumbles. She struggles to concentrate on something other than that smell as she opens up her tote bag and pulls out the stack of Renesmee’s finished books. The girl is a quick reader, easily getting through five a week.

“Did Renesmee enjoy her selection this week?” The librarian questions as she reaches across the desk and takes the books from Bella. She checks them for damage, flicking through the pages to search for wear and tear, before setting the books to the side. The librarian knows fine well that Renesmee would never damage a book, the girl cherishes them far too much. But she still has to at least pretend to check.

“Yeah,” Bella gives a distracted nod as her golden eyes flicker around the room again. “Definitely.”

When the librarian finishes processing the book return, Bella finally abandons the desk to take a walk around the library. She pretends she’s searching the shelves, glancing between Renesmee’s paper in her hand and the books neatly arranged around her. But she can’t concentrate. She has to find the source of that smell before it drives her insane. She can feel her fingers twitching at her side, like they want to reach out and grab the scent in the air.

As an elderly lady with short white curls and pale, freckled skin passes her, Bella attempts to be subtle about leaning just a tiny bit closer and taking a sniff. Nope. She just smells like the posh perfume lingering on her soft blue coat, and hard candies.

Bella leaves the woman behind in the romance section and follows the aroma, as though there is a physical trail leading her towards the source. There is only one other person in the cramped library, a woman stretching up on her tiptoes to reach a book on one of the higher shelves. Being so close to her, the scent is now almost suffocating. Bella licks her lips and makes a beeline for her.

She swallows down the nervous lump in her throat as she approaches the woman. Part of her wants to offer to get the book for her, but it’s not like she could reach it, even if she took a running jump. Could she just climb the shelf? She’s pretty good at climbing these days… No, that would be weird as hell. So, she glances around for a moment before finding a stool and humming in victory. In a few long strides, she picks up the stool and carries it over to the struggling woman, feeling quite like a knight in shining armour in that moment.

“Here,” Bella clears her throat to get her attention. Her breath catches when the woman turns around to face her. She’s stunning. Bella thought the Cullens — and some of their friends — were the most beautiful people to walk the earth, but this girl… God, she could put the most gorgeous vampire in the world to shame. It makes her feel incredibly nervous all of a sudden, almost speechless. She only manages to force some words out when she realises she’s just standing there staring like a creep. “I, uh…” Bella whispers uselessly and holds the stool out. “You were, um… You couldn’t reach, so…”

“Oh. Thanks,” The stranger’s lips turn up into a sweet smile as she takes the stool from Bella. Bella thinks she might faint. The girl’s warm fingers brush against her own icy ones for just a moment when she hands the stool over, but it’s enough. Enough for a deep, twisting pain to settle in Bella’s heart — so brutal it ignites the memory of how her chest felt right after her nightmares when Edward left her. Bella gasps as her head spins and her gut clenches unpleasantly. A concerned furrow dips the stranger’s brows as she watches Bella. In that soft voice, she asks, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Bella parts her lips, lets out a shaky exhale and takes a step back. That one step away from the girl makes her feel like she needs to throw up. Her mind screams at her to close the distance again, to stay close to her. What the hell is going on? Her heart feels as though it might tear in half if she places another foot in the wrong direction. “Yeah.. Uh, you’re welcome…” Bella mumbles before turning away, ignoring the ache in her stomach as she leaves the stranger behind and rushes out of the library.

She heads straight to her car without Renesmee’s books and slams the door behind her as she flops into the driver’s seat. Burying her face in her hands, she takes a shaky breath — for the first time since becoming a vampire, not including when she fakes it around Charlie. Her whole body feels as though it is on fire, like she might explode at any moment.

Despite not being in the same building as the girl anymore, her sweet, sweet scent still lingers in Bella’s nose as though she’s right there. It makes a puddle of drool form in her mouth as her mind strays to a dangerous place. If she smells so good, she must taste absolutely divine—

“Fuck,” Bella hisses and smacks the steering wheel with the heel of her palm. “God damn it. Don’t think like that!” She continues to scold herself and let out muttered strings of curses as she starts the car up, the soft purr of the engine doing nothing to drown out her thoughts while she pulls out of the car park and speeds down the street. Desperately trying to put as much space between herself and that girl as possible before she marches back into that library and does something she regrets.

She’ll have to take Renesmee out for ice cream to make up for not getting her books…

[rafecameronshand]

OHHMYGODDD your first post was literally sensationallllllll😍

can you do one kinda like the first one where the reader and rafe are fucking on the druthers and get caught by someone in his fam??

ahh first request!! ill try my best im so excited omg!

The Druthers

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT! p-in-v, unprotected sex, public sex, teasing, getting caught, making-out

It was yet another sunny and scorching day in the Outer Banks, so Rose had forced Ward, Wheezie, Sarah and Rafe to out out on the Druthers boat for the day. The only reason you were there is because Rafe would have refused to go otherwise.

You, Sarah, Wheezie and Rafe were all laid out on a massive lounge at the front of the boat. You were cuddled into Rafe's side, your hand drawing shapes on his abs as you kept your eyes closed. He was laid on his back, his eyes covered with sunglasses and only having a pair of khaki shorts on.

The two sisters laid near eachother, trying to catch up on a tan. Well, Sarah was, Wheezie kept trying to speak to Sarah about school gossip.

Rafe moved his arm to now trace lines on your back, each time getting closer to your ass. You let out a small giggle and hit his toned chest, ''Your sisters are literally right there, weirdo.'' You whispered through your smile as you opened your eyes slightly, trying to adjust to the bright sunlight.

Instead of looking at you, Rafe looked at his sisters. Sarah looked pissed, whether Wheezie just looked like she was enjoying herself, talking to her older sister about the latest bitch fights.

''They aren't even looking over here.'' He shook his head as he used his fingertips to lay more pressure on your back as he continues moving his hand up and down.

You look back at them as you watch Sarah stand up, looking pissed as she just storms off to the otherside of the boat. Wheezie quickly gets up and follows her, ''Hey! I wasn't done telling you about Jessica!'' Their voices fade off into the distance, leaving you with Rafe. Alone.

You look back at him, your eyes scrunching closed from the sunlight as you raise your head, letting out a soft chuckle. He watches your face, rubbing your lower back gently. You smile contentedly and lean in, connecting your lips to his. You use your elbows to keep you up.

He uses his hand on your lower back to pull you closer to him, resulting in you deciding to straddle him. You now placed your hands on his muscley shoulders as you feel his large hands snake around your hips, making you move on him. You decide to take control and begin grinding your hips against his hardening cock as you feel yourself begin to get wetter.

You continue to make-out with him, your tongues fighting for dominance in the wet sloppy kiss as you now moved your hands to hook around his neck, trying to pull his face even closer to yours than it already was. His hands explored your body, reaching his hand into your bikini top, swirling his finger around your hardened nipple and giving it a small pinch. You let a soft moan erupt into the kiss, making you pull away as you begin to grind harder into his rock hard cock underneath you.

''Fuck, Rafe..'' you whisper as you look down at your crotch, finally seeing the small wet patch you had left on his shorts. ''Look what you did. So wet for me.'' He speaks in a quiet voice as he now brings one of his hands to your clothed cunt, running two fingers over it.

''You want me to fuck you right here?'' He puts more pressure on my entrace, earning a louder moan to exit your mouth.

You nod your head as your breathing starts to quicken, your eyes resting on your boyfriends face.

''Use your words, Y/N.''

''Yes, Rafe. I want you to fuck me.'' You nod your head quicker, pleading for his touch just as he pulls his two fingers away from your bikini bottom.

''Then I'm gonna need you to keep your fucking mouth shut. Can you do that for me, baby?'' He raises his eyebrows in anticipation as he feels his cock throb in his tightened pants.

''Yes, Rafe.'' You almost moaned his name as you now reached for his pants, pulling the zipper down as you pull his dick out with ease, pumping it a few times as you watch how the pre-cum leaking out of his tip glistens.

He lets out quiet groans as he watches your movements on him, he moves his hands to your hips as he watches as you let go of his dick and move your bikini bottoms to the side. Your teeth sink in to your bottom lip as you watch as he brings one of this hands to the base of his cock as he helps to line himself up with you.

You bring your hands to his shoulders as you lift yourself and now sink down onto him slowly. You take him in inch by inch, letting out louder moans each time, quickly making him cover your mouth firmly.

''Shut the fuck up, yeah?'' He whispers as he looks at your face. You nod your head and close your eyes, sitting still at the base of his cock for a few seconds as you wait for your tight cunt to adjust around his length.

After a few moments you start to move your hips up and down, his dick hitting at an angle he's never hit before. He was in you so deep you were convinced you'd be able to feel him in your stomach. You let out moans against his hand as you place one of your hands on his chest and the other to lift one side of your binkini top off one of your tits, playing with your own nipple as you began to move your hips quicker, with the help of one of Rafe's hands.

''Fuck, baby, you're doing so good. You're doing so fucking good.'' He praised, leaning his head back as he scrunched his eyebrows together, letting out quiet moans. You moaned against his hand louder and pushed it away, grabbing his jaw carefully and smashing your lips onto his. The kiss was sloppy and messy, you struggled to keep your movements steady as you began to feel hazy. You let moans out into his mouth as you moved your hips in 'O' shapes.

''Hey guys, just left my water bottle out he- Holy shit!'' Sarah now gasped as she had just walked in on you two on the lounger. He covered her eyes as you and Rafe's movements suddenly came to a halt. ''Oh my god! Oh my god! Ew- Oh my god!'' She spoke frantically as she quickly grabbed her water bottle and practically ran away.

You slowly looked at your boyfriend, not knowing what to do next. He sighed and rubbed his face, he looked embarassed and awkward. But he wasn't going to leave you unsatisfied. He shrugged and brought his thumb down to your clit as you still sat on his dick. He rubbed small circles on your clit and nodded, signalling for you to resume your movements. You blinked a few times and began rolling your hips again, now keeping your noises quiet as you felt yourself get closer and closer.

''Rafe, I'm gonna cum.'' You moaned through your words as you struggled to move your hips, making him begin to thrust up into you, making you squeak loudly. He began to rub your clit quicker, only making your orgasm even more earth-shattering.

''Wait for me, baby. I'm almost there.'' He grunted as he spoke, continuing his thrusts up into you, hitting you deeper than before as he finally nodded, telling you that you could cum. As you both rode through your highs, you covered your mouth as you dug your nails into his big toned shoulder.

As he pulled out of you, you were still sat on his lap. He watched as his seed slowly dripped out of your entrance. He smirked and then pulled your bikini bottoms back to cover you up and then fixed your bikini top.

You basically collapsed onto his chest as you shut your eyes. You felt yourself get entangled with his arms as you listened to his quickened heartbeat.

''What are we going to do about Sarah?'' You spoke quietly, trying to catch your breath again.

''That's a problem we can deal with later.''

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