#but her lingerie is where she dares the most

[casuallivi]

Elain's wardrobe: blue 💙

[sunraies]

a smut where rafe is streaming but reader (she/her) gets horny and is teasing him behind the camera and the conversation get to the point/topic about onlyfans 🙈 AAAAH IM SORRY BUT I DREAMT OF THIS LAST NIGHT AND I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT AHAHAHHAA 🙈 help me out here please 🫶✨ thank youuuuuuuuu

I tried, only proofread once as always with smut

Distraction

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings- +18 MDNI, smut, fingering, reader teasing Rafe. Dirty talk.

As requested above. Rafe is on a live stream, and you distract him.

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Throwing the book down on the bed and kicking the blanket of your legs. You sighed in frustration. You had just read some absolute filth and had a million thoughts running through your head with no Rafe to help you.

You could sort out your little problem yourself, but ever since you began dating Rafe, it wasn't the same. You often found it just made you need him more, and that made you even more frustrated.

His voice and laughter carried from the spare room, his streaming room of your shared house, as you dug around in the bedside drawer. You smiled at the buzz of your bullet vibrator before it suddenly stopped.

"Fuck" you cursed at flopped backwards on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, contemplating life. You knew your own hand would be no good. "Fucking asshole" you muttered to yourself.

Once you heard his laugh again, you sat up suddenly and came up with a plan to get what you wanted. Stream time be damn, you needed Rafe.

Rafe started his streaming career three years ago. He had started with videos of the crazy shit he and his friends would get up to. From yacht parties to setting off fireworks on the Country Club golf course.  People ate up the crazy rich lifestyle.

Over time, and as his fan base grew, while the videos became wilder, they also became calmer. Sometimes, he could sit live in front of the camera and just chat. They still loved him.

"Yeah, so we won't. We won't be. " Rafe stumbled on whatever he was explaining as you stood in the doorway. You had caught his attention the moment you leant against it.

'Hi baby,' you mouthed, stood in only his white shirt and lacy black lingerie.

He shook his head, trying to regain focus on what question he had been asked. He was thanking all the gods that the camera was the other way round so no one could see how, drop dead gorgeous you looked.

"So, as I was saying. Top won't be sticking a firework up his ass, again. " He tried to explain as comments flooded the screen, everyone wondering what had suddenly him so distracted.

You sent him a wicked smirk as you trialled a hand down your body, right to the panty line. His eyes roamed your body with your hand before they snapped up to yours, daring you to do it.

"What am I looking at?" He read a comment aloud before smirking."Well, I'm looking at the most gorgeous site on the planet"

You felt your cheeks heat up, but didn't want to back down as your fingers slowly dipped below the panties and began circling your clit. You bit your lip so as not to moan while your other hand cupped your breast, playing with your nipple through the thin fabric.

"Yes. It's my girl. " He kept eye contact with you before raising an eyebrow as you frowned. He knew it wasn't giving you any relief.

His followers knew of you. He never kept you a secret, but your face was never in his videos. He wanted you to have some privacy, but sometimes you were in a photo or in the background of a house video. Most of them seemed to love you, too.

"Come here, baby." He held a hand out to you

You hesitated before walking over and allowing him to pull you into his lap. He covered you the best he could and made sure that your face was cut out. Luckily, the only part visible was your torso.

"I think I'm needed for something. But you'll have a new video by the end of the week. " He spoke to the camera again. "Three words, foam, pool and party"

He reached over to stop the stream before comments asking for only fans videos with you and saying how amazing you looked, caught his attention.

"What do you think, baby?" He whispered in your ear, squeezing you tighter, his hand holding you thigh. He made sure your legs weren't visible as his thumb brushed against your lace covered core. "Would you join me on only fans?"

You knew he had one. It was something he often got you to help with, but you had always been behind the camera.

All you could was nod before he placed a quick kiss on your neck.

"She said yes." He smiled at the camera. "Maybe there'll be a video up later. Bye"

He quickly shut everything down before humming and kissing your neck again, peppering from your jaw to your shoulder with kisses.

"Would you really like that, pretty girl?" He gently run his fingers over your folds, feeling how soaked you were. "You like the idea of people watching while I make you come undone"

"Yes, Rafe." You breathed, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as he forced your legs open wider. His hand  harshly played with your clit, making you jolt forward.

"Let's get you warmed up, baby." He continued to tease you before slipping in two fingers, pumping them slowly. You gasped and rocked into his hand while his other hand played with your breast.

"I want them witnessing how you scream my name and to hear you cry when you desperately want to cum. My good girl" 

[radiant-reid]

Birthday Morning

okay so i really wasn't going to write anything but then i got this idea and i could not resist soooo that's why i'm so late, very sorry, and it's technically the 29th

Summary: Spencer's birthday is always a big deal

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Smut and Fluff)

Content Warning: pretty tame p n v smut

Word Count: 2.0k

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Spencer's birthday never was a big deal as a kid. When he was little, it was another reminder that no one wanted to be his friend, and, once his dad left, it went forgotten by his mom, which he never reminded her about because he couldn't stand the guilt of her feeling bad she forgot it.

Things were different now. Y/n had been making sure his birthday was a big event for 11 years, 2 years more than they'd been married.

This birthday, despite not being a milestone number and the constant chaos of life with three kids, Y/n was determined to make it as special as always.

Usually, Spencer is up first, but since he doesn't have to be at work and the girls don't have to be at school, there is no alarm.

Instead, he wakes up to her in his arms, kissing all over his face. It always makes the newly cooling mornings of late October better.

"Happy birthday." She whispers excitedly, leaning back to look at him.

"Thank you." He replies, finally kissing her lips. It was only meant to be simple, but she purposefully deepens it, tracing her tongue over his bottom lip while she buries her fingers in his curls to pull his face closer.

Before he can roll over on top of her and get down to business like they usually do, she stops him, breaking their kiss. "Sit up against the headboard, baby." She requests.

Spencer complies, quickly shuffling up since he's smart enough to figure out what she's playing at. She climbs onto his lap before her lips are back on his.

Taking advantage of the oversize t-shirt (of his) that she's wearing, Spencer's fingertips walk up her skin from her hips, pushing the fabric with them.

Her skin is hot under his touch, and she's already getting needy, but his hands stop when they reach more fabric where she's normally bare.

Y/n pulls back with a smile, pulling the t-shirt over her head and leaving her figure dressed in just the most recent addition to her wardrobe. His first gift of many.

It's lilac lingerie that he's never seen before. Intricate floral-patterned lace details over the cups of the bra and panties with a suspender belt accentuating the curve of her waist.

He could stare at her all day, regardless of what she's wearing but the new purchase makes his brain stop working like he can't figure out if he wants to take a photo or rip it off her.

"Don't destroy it." She requests, slyly grinning at his reaction, leaning in to kiss him.

"Destroy it?" He repeats, tilting his head up to look at her. "I'm going to frame it."

She giggles before leaning so she can whisper into his ear and have him break out in goosebumps. "You know what I'm going to do?" She asks. He just shakes his head. Even though he could probably guess, he's not going to risk her pulling away while he has a perfect view of her ass. "Riding you just the way you like it. And then tonight..." Her hands move while she speaks, one palm flat against his lower stomach. "When we have a little more time." Her other hand rests against his inner thigh, fingertips just short of touching him where he needs it. "We can do that thing."

He moans just from hearing that, throwing his head backward and allowing her total access to kiss down his neck. She does so the way he likes it, sloppily, with wet kisses and sucked marks.

"Y/n." He groans, his voice lowering as he tries to get her to go faster. She drags it out, ultimately for his pleasure, and keeps a slow descent with carefully placed marks along his warm skin until she can't go any further without moving off his lap.

"Touch me, Spence." Her prompt reminds him he hasn't dared to move his hands, too enamored by her every move.

The cups are sheer, and he sees now how turned on she is by her hardened nipples. He thumbs them over the material, noticing her grinding more against his lap as she gets more turned on.

"I have to take this off." He realizes aloud, distraught tone. It's the worst thing that's happened to him all day and on his birthday? Not fair.

She fixes the issue she anticipated them facing. "I took pictures." She assures him. "Lots. Or you could, you know, frame it?"

"I might." He decides, happily leaning back while she takes it off. She's not going to tell him, but there's another set waiting for tonight. "You're so gorgeous." He praises her, stopping her from taking off the panties.

"You are," Y/n counters, sitting up on her knees so she can pull his sweatpants down. She palms over his hardened length in his boxers before he pushes her up so she can take them off. She pumps his cock up and down, heavy in her palm, before repeating her words in a different sense. "So gorgeous."

He pants out a breath. "Come on. It's been too long." He begs, despite the fact it's been less than 48 hours, which he knows is well above average.

She obliges with a giggle, pulling her panties to the side while she sinks down onto him. It's a fullness like no other, nothing has ever or will ever compare to feeling Spencer so deeply inside her.

That's what he loves the most, the fact he's the only one who will ever get to be in her now, and he accentuates it by sucking a mark of his own into her neck. "So fucking tight." He groans, holding her waist.

"So big." She replies, resting her arms on his shoulders as an anchor and so she can play with the curls at the nape of his neck.

It's heaven getting to be inside her velvety walls, but his pleasure only amplifies when she starts moving, grinding her hips up and down to start with.

After she gets adjusted, Spencer takes control, using his grip on her waist to pull her up and down. "Fuck." She moans against his ear, trying to keep it quiet so they don't wake anyone else up.

"You're so perfect." He mumbles, shifting his hips so she sinks even deeper down, making them both groan. Her skin keeps growing hotter as his grip tightens, both of them working in unison to bring each other to orgasm.

She falls further forward into his chest, lips grazing his as they keep their faces close while her movements get sloppier. Spencer knows what she needs, and he takes one hand off her so he can draw circles on her clit.

"Spence." She moans his name out again right against his lips before the rest of the words get caught in her throat.

"I know." He replies. "Cum on my cock."

That's all it takes for her to cum, a few dirty words from her husband with quick, deep thrusts, and she tightens around his cock even more. Spencer's climax is soon after that, and he cums inside her while she's completely seated in his lap.

He holds her tightly to his body while they come down from it. "That was the best wake-up present I could imagine." He tells her.

She laughs, moving off his lap with a little wince from both of them and sitting beside him. "You're welcome."

Spencer kisses her again, one clothed-mouth kiss after another. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She says, moving to climb out of bed. "I'm going to dress, and see if the girls are up, so you should probably put some pants on." She recommends, flashing him a wink before walking into the closet.

The girls, she discovers and expects, are up. Matilda and Mabel are finishing their coloring on Spencer's cards. "I'm going to get Kenzie but you guys can get the gifts if you want." She instructs the 5 and 7-year-old who race off to the hiding place.

10-month-old McKenzie is standing holding the crib bars when Y/n walks in and her face immediately lights up at seeing her mom.

"Hi, sweet baby." She says, picking her up. "Wanna go see dad?" A little squeal of glee comes from the baby once she understands who they're going to see.

The two older girls manage to carry the gifts into the room, and Spencer is happily waiting in bed for them. They drop the gifts on the end of the bed, climbing up to attack him with hugs.

"Happy birthday, daddy." They squeal, tightly hugging him. McKenzie squirms in Y/n's arms, reaching out for her dad and feeding off her sister's excitement. Spencer easily accepts their baby, the five of them cuddling when Y/n sits back on her side.

It doesn't last long with the little attention spans of their little kids. "Daddy, open the gifts," Matilda says, turning back to pick up one wrapped in hot pink. "This is what I chose." She informs him handing it to him.

Mabel picks up the one she picked for him, giving it to him. "Here's mine."

"Thank you both," Spencer tells them, kissing both of them on the forehead. They watch with wide, excited brown eyes for his reaction.

He opens Matilda's first, taking out the pink notebook with dinosaurs on it and a dictionary. He's a little confused, looking at Y/n with an expression only she can interpret as he plays along for the girls. "I love them, Tillie."

"It's a book so you can write us more stories." She clarifies. It's something Spencer started doing to relax when he first went back to the BAU after she was born. "With little pictures, too, please."

"Why a dictionary?" He asks.

"So you'll know all the words ever, duh." She replies sassily.

Spencer laughs at that. "I bet that was mommy's idea, huh?" He asks since she has been telling him the exact same thing since they met.

Y/n hits him on the shoulder. "Was not." She claims, but Matilda's selling her out with a nod.

He opens Mabel's next, wrapped in green, and he's confused again when he sees a dishtowel. "Because you couldn't find one when you spilled your coffee," Mabel explains to him.

"You're very thoughtful. Belle." He says. "Thank you both so much. This is the best birthday ever." His statements earn grins of admiration from both of them.

"You're not done," Y/n tells him, picking the other two gifts up. She hands one of them to him. "This is from Kenz."

She's unaware of what the gift is and what's going on, but Spencer kisses her too. "Thank you, sweet baby." He opens it, laughing and looking at Y/n when he sees the pumpkin-flavored baby food pouches.

"Since you're always eating hers," Y/n says, nudging him on the shoulder.

"I can't help that they're so delicious." Spencer shrugs, unashamed.

She reaches into her nightstand to grab the final gift, handing it to him. "One more."

"I thought I got your gift this morning?" He jokes subtly enough the girls won't understand. "You're kidding?" He asks when he opens the jewelry case and sees what's in it.

Y/n shakes her head, hoping his reaction is a positive one. "Do you like it?"

"I love it." He quickly replies, excitedly kissing her. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." She says. "I figure after your watch strap broke, you might as well finally get a Rolex. Plus, you can go as Hotch for Halloween now."

He giggles at that, still marveling at the stunning piece of jewelry. "Thank you all so much." He says again, wrapping them all up in another family hug.

"You wanna show him your cards?" Y/n asks, resting her head on Spencer's shoulder. The girls pick them up, sitting on each side of him while McKenzie sits in his lap so they can explain their drawings to everyone.

He feels totally complete like he's finally at a point where his life is exactly how he used to dream it would be. He places a kiss on Y/n's forehead and he's slightly teary-eyed when she looks at him. "Thank you." He repeats but it's for more than just the watch worth thousands of dollars and the perfectly chosen gifts from their daughters.

"You're welcome." She replies, wrapping her arms tighter around him so he knows she means it.

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[neowinestainedress]

Hey love ur writings! Could you write a shot with Mark the way u wrote for doyoung pls? The needy doyoung and wife trying to find privacy to do it lol

w!: aged up mark (28yo) but only if you care enough to do the math, outdoor teasing, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected s*x, romantic (i guess?)

a/n: dad!nct is making me feel things ngl. anyway, thanks, and hope you’ll like this!

You and Mark have a long story. You had been dating for five years when he decided to pop the question. And now, five years of marriage and two kids later, you’re still as in love as you were when you first met.

And if love is still in the air, the same thing can be said about passion. Mark is still as clingy as he was ten years ago. He will never help you cook (for the safety of the family, he washes and dries the dishes) but he will always make sure to tease you, wrapping his hands around your waist and kissing your neck while he whispers things to your ear, at times innocent, at times things that would make you want to have him right there and then. And you’d do it if only it weren’t for the little ones running around the house. 

He even dares to tease you when you’re outside, busy taking care of the garden. “You used to be braver when we were younger,” he pouts when you slap his hand away, looking around fearing the neighbours might see. “Exactly, we were younger.” 

“Oh, so the rumours are true,” Mark chuckles, “you can’t take me anymore?” 

“Oh, please, shut up, Lee,” you say, playfully kicking him with a swing of the hips. 

“You sure you can?” He teases, kissing your neck while his hands wander on your body, this time cupping your right boob with no impediment. 

Your breath falters as you try to keep your focus on the plants, and you hum in reply. 

“The neighbours are out,” he whispers, dibbling your neck after moving your hair to the side. “We can have a bit of fun.”

You let out a low moan, head rolling back while the hold on the watering can loosens. “Mark,” you whimper when his other hand reaches down, moving on your clit through the fabric of the long dress you’re wearing. 

“Mommy! Daddy! Minjun is drawing on the wall!” Minseo’s scream immediately makes Mark pull away and you drop the can from your hands, splashing it all on your clothes. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” you sigh exhausted, looking at your husband in disbelief. 

Mark chuckles, kissing you briefly. “Get changed, I’ll take care of the modern Pollock,” he says before running inside with your oldest daughter.  

You wish this wasn’t a constant, but it is. Every time you two have some moments alone, something happens. You don’t get mad, after all, Minjun is only two years old and wants to explore the world, especially now that he learned how to walk. But you miss those old days when he would spend most of the time sleeping or playing in the playpen. 

“Mommy!” It’s a Friday afternoon when you think you might finally have the opportunity for something to happen, after Minseo comes back from school with your husband with a big smile on her face. 

“Hi, honey. How was school?” 

“Great! A friend invited me to her place tonight. Can I go?” She asks, swinging her body side by side as she waits for your answer. 

“Of course, you can,” you reply, smiling back. “Come on, let’s go prepare the bag.” 

Getting Minjun to sleep is harder than usual, and you fear that night won’t go as you exactly planned. But you still succeed to make him fall asleep before Mark comes back from dropping Minseo, and have time to get ready. 

You forgot how it felt to slip into lingerie and admire yourself in the mirror, and you can’t wait for Mark to see it. 

“Fuck,” it’s the first thing Mark says when he sees you as soon as he enters the place. “You look — shit — you look perfect.” 

You giggle, finding endearing how his reaction is still as awkward as always. 

“Where’s — uhm — where’s the baby?” He asks, looking around. 

“The baby’s asleep,” you smile, walking toward him in your high heels, studying his face, and watching him gulp with each step closer. “We have all night to ourselves.” 

“If he doesn’t wake up,” Mark whispers, but his eyes are running on your body, stopping on your chest that’s pressed up by the bra and then moving down where the lace lingerie is basically see-through before falling on your legs. “I — I’m speechless.” 

“I forgot it takes nothing to impress you,” you chuckle before pulling him in for a heated kiss. 

“Nothing?” He asks through the kiss, struggling to catch his breath as you hurry to get him out of his clothes. “It’s you,” he says before lifting you up and walking upstairs. 

Once you’re in your bedroom, he lays you on the bed, swiftly getting out of his pants and underwear to be on top of you and kiss you again. You both needed this like air, and it’s clear in the way you are both so harsh and greedy with your hands and lips. 

“You’re so wet,” he whispers when his fingers reach between your legs and he starts moving them in circles on your clit. You don’t reply, not like he needs your verbal confirmation, and not like you’d be able to give it to him anyway. You feel on fire, and so close already. Probably it’s because Mark is really good at this, pushing his fingers in and out, curling them right where it makes you tremble, and sucking your clit until he leaves you breathless, or probably because your body has been left starved for so long, too long. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter, and you don’t care you come so easily. 

“Fuck, babe,” he murmurs, trailing up to kiss you while he keeps pumping his fingers to ride your orgasm. “Missed me much.” 

“So fucking much,” you mumble, pulling him down by his nape. “Need you inside me, Mark,” you whisper, but when he doesn’t obey, you feel your patience wear thin. “Now, Mark. I need you, now!” 

“Damn, alright, darling,” he giggles, pulling out of you before positioning between your legs. “Keep quiet if you want this to last.” 

“He won’t wake up, just fuck me alright.” 

Mark doesn’t say a word, just grabs the base of his dick to push into you slowly, whimpering as he sinks into you and your wet, warm pussy wraps around him. “Fuck,” he breathes out, voice shaky, “it’s been ages.” His hold on your hips tightening as he starts moving, rubbing on your soft skin. 

“Come here,” you beg, wrapping your arms around his neck as soon as he leans closer before doing the same with your legs on his waist. “Needed you so much,” you whisper, running your hand on his back, enjoying the sensation of his soft, bare skin. 

“Me too, honey,” he moans, throwing his head back as he starts picking up a rhythm. 

“More,” you cry out. “Please, Mark. Faster,” you plead, fingers running in his blonde hair, pulling at it until a louder, deeper moan rolls from his lips. 

He utters a curse before his hips start moving faster against you. “You feel so fucking good, shit,” he breathes out. “Won’t last long.” 

“Don’t,” you reply breathlessly, “fill me up, please.” 

Mark would love to make this last more, but he can’t resist you. The way your pussy is gripping him and dripping is making him go insane, not to mention how beautiful you look with your head thrown back, overwhelmed with pleasure while your parted lips let out the prettiest moans he has ever heard. He should remind you to keep it quieter, but he’s too lost in those sounds to care. 

“Mark, please,” you cry out, pushing him closer again. And in that messy, needy kiss, you both lose it, the orgasm hitting you hard, leaving you trapped in a panting mess. 

He stays on top of you for a while, leaving small kisses all over your face and whispering how lucky he is to have you, making your heart burst with joy. But when his arms don’t hold his body up anymore, he’s out of you, rolling to the side, with his arm resting on his forehead as he tries to take deep breaths again.

“Wait,” Mark says, watching you climb on top of him, “what are you doing?” 

You smile smugly. “Minjun didn’t wake up,” you say, grabbing his dick and aligning to your entrance, slowly sinking on it. “I told you we were going to have all night to ourselves.” 

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[feyhunter78]

kinktober request: 2, 12, 22, 24, & 31 with miguel? sorry there’s so many but i just had the idea of a college!au where reader goes to a halloween party and miguel goes, too, because they’re kind of friends (maybe miguel always thought she was cute but then he tutored her for a class and they started to become close as a result?) & he likes her and wants to make sure she’s safe but reader has a mask kink & also has a huge crush on him so she finds it super hard to be around him when he’s wearing his costume and spends most of the night hiding from him & eventually he corners her and finds out why she’s been running & shenanigans ensue 👀

This was such a cute and fun idea!!!! I am making a new rule though, y'all can only request 3 or fewer numbers bc I'm not, and I did not fit all those into a one-shot💀 (I did throw in a hint of breeding kink at the end there for you though nonnie)

Meg's Kinktober - College!Miguel + #12, 18, 24 Mask kink, AU & Costume/Lingerie

You like Miguel, you’ve always liked Miguel, since the day your chemistry professor suggested Miguel tutor you. Dr. Alice was a romantic at heart, you swear, or maybe she saw you staring dreamily at the back of Miguel’s head instead of paying attention to her lectures. Either way, your grades improved, but your hopeless crush on Miguel did not.

You can’t say you regret coming to your best friend’s boyfriend’s roommate’s costume party, but you don’t not regret it. You’re having a fun time, you look hot, the music surprisingly doesn’t suck, there are snacks, and the drinks don’t have an overwhelming taste of alcohol that chokes you with every sip. But Miguel is here. You didn’t even know he knew Josh, and yet there he was, dressed as Spiderman. The mask attached to his costume is off at the moment, hanging from the back of his neck, which gives you at least a bit of relief.

He spots you, smiles and waves, making his way over to you. You hold your red solo cup tighter, painting on a smile and preparing yourself for Miguel to tower over you as he talks about something…usually you lose track of what he’s saying and just stare into his eyes.

“Y/N, nice costume, sexy vampire, a classic.” His eyes drag up your figure in a way that surprisingly doesn’t feel gross? It’s like he’s admiring you, not sizing you up or undressing you with his eyes.

“You know me, I love a classic costume.” Also, it was cheap and easy, your favorite kind of costume.

“Classic costume for a classic lady, I like it.” He says. His hands are covered by his costume, it’s a bodysuit, you can tell that now, see every outline of his abs and biceps. You dare not trail your eyes lower, already feeling your face heat up.

“And you went for Spiderman, like every other guy at this party.” You say, taking a sip of your drink for courage.

He smiles sheepishly. “Guess the movie was pretty popular.”

“Guess so.” You echo, wishing your best friend would come and drag you away before you burst into flames.

“Wait, you haven’t even seen the full thing yet.” He smiles, it’s charming, excited, devastatingly handsome, then he pulls the mask over his face.

You freeze, staring up at him, trying to swallow, but your throat is as dry as the Sahara. Taking a long swig of your drink, you clear your throat and nod. “Looks great, I like it.”

“It’s pretty cool, huh?” Miguel asks, flexing and posing in a bunch of obnoxious ways that make you laugh to keep him from noticing how your eyes follow the lines of his muscles hungrily.

“I—I have to go find my friend; I’ll see you later, Miguel.” You tell him, before dashing off, frantically searching for your best friend, so you can scream about how hot Miguel is, and how you’re going to die if you don’t leave right now.

You finally find her, and she calms you down, gets you another drink, ropes you into playing some random drinking game, sufficiently distracts you until she’s pulled away by her boyfriend. Then you’re alone, acting like a crazy person, dodging Miguel, hiding from him, and flat out acting like you don’t hear him calling your name.

It’s after you come out of the bathroom—all the drinks and snacks really ate at your dark lipstick—that he finds you.

The hallway is dark, a small nightlight at the end, multicolored lights from the party at the other. It’s quieter here, the music a bit muffled, no one screaming or talking.

“Found you.” He says that stupid mask still on, his arms caging you in, your back to the wall.

“Hey Miguel.” You say awkwardly, smiling up at him as you try to figure out a way to escape him.

“I’ve been looking all over for you, cariño, thought you might’ve gone home.”

You shake your head. “Me? No, I’m a certified party girl.”

You can’t see his face, but you know he’s giving you that look, the one that means he knows you’re lying.

“So why haven’t I seen you around then?” He asks, his voice has a slight rasp to it, you assume from yelling over the music to be heard.

“I’ve just been busy, visiting with other people.”

He dips his head down. “Too busy for me? I’m hurt.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, Mr. Popular, I’m sure you were standing in the corner all by your lonesome because you couldn’t find me.”

“All the corners were taken, too many people making out.” He says flippantly, humor coloring his tone.

“That’s too bad, I was meaning to go stand in one like a creep later.” You joke, relaxing slightly when Miguel lets one arm drop from the wall to adjust his mask.

“We could share one?” Miguel offers.

“Then we’d have to make out. Come on Miguel, it’s like a rule, and I don’t think either of us want to do tha—”

Miguel’s free hand tilting your chin up stops you.

You look at his eyes, or where his eyes should be, behind the mask. “Miguel?”

“Who said I didn’t want to kiss you?” He says, voice low, soft, heated.

It sends a shiver down your spine, heat pulsing down to your core, and you blink owlishly at him. “Oh, I just thought, um…”

He pushes the mask up, only enough to expose the lower half of his face, and leans further down ghosting his lips over yours. “You just thought what? That I wouldn’t want to kiss you, that I don’t dream of hearing my name fall from your lips as I feel every inch of you with my hands, with my tongue if I’m lucky?”

He looks so good, the red of his mask highlighting the vibrancy of his tanned skin, his muscles so clearly defined by the skintight fabric.

“No, I didn’t think you did.” You admit breathlessly, tilting your head even further up to meet his lips.

It’s an explosion, a dance, a drug, and you want more. You loop your arms around his neck and pull him closer.

Miguel responds in kind, his large hands grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up, foot nudging the bathroom door open.

It’s even quieter in here, and you can hear the sound of the lock being turned, before Miguel’s lips descend down your neck. He sets you on the sink, cool marble against your skin, one hand groping your breasts, the other slipping between your legs to toy with your clit, his teeth nipping at your throat.

“I thought I was the vampire.” You joke weakly, eyes fluttering shut when Miguel yanks your legs further apart, slotting himself between them, his cock hard against you.

“You can be whatever you want as long as I can be inside you.” He groans, his skilled fingers tugging at your nipples, twisting, plucking, brushing until you’re squirming against him.

“Okay, okay, yeah, fuck me, please Miguel.” You say, your hands anchoring themselves on his suit, fingers digging into the stretchy material.

He moves to rip off his mask, but you stop him.

“Leave it on.” You tell him quietly, core throbbing as he watches you, a smile toying at his lips.

Finally, he laughs and tugs the mask back in place. “Full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Oh, is now not the right time to reveal I’m actually a chemistry genius?” You’re trying to be funny, trying to tease him, but it’s hard when the sound of his zipper is accompanied by a low groan and the feeling of his cock sliding past your entrance.

“You’re a genius chemist?” Miguel asks, his tone far more joking than yours as he slides fully in, his free hand on your lower back pushing you closer to him, ensuring you take every inch.

“Yeah, won prizes and everything.” You say, gasping when the tip of his cock brushes against your sensitive spot, your walls fluttering around him.

“Smart girl.” He says, before he pulls out and slams back in, wrapping your legs around his back, and slotting his lips against your own.

You melt into him, letting him fuck you rapid fire, thick cock dragging against your walls, tip bullying your sensitive spot, his tongue searching every inch of you, as his hands hold you in place.

“You’re so pretty, y/n, I’ve wanted this for so long.” Miguel’s voice is low, words breathed against your lips, moaned into your mouth. “Wanted to take you in the fucking lab, in your apartment, in the library.”

“The library?” You’re half horrified, half intrigued.

He shifts his hips, pushing you further against the mirror, his fingers back on your clit making you see stars. “Yeah, wanted to bend you over the table in the study rooms, keep my hand over your mouth so no one hears you. Maybe make you try some calculations with me between your legs, tongue stuffed in that pretty pussy of yours while you try to keep a straight face. Don’t want anyone to walk in on us, right?”

You moan at the images he’s placing in your mind, the adrenaline of keeping quiet, of biting your lip while Miguel eats you out like a five-course meal, rushing through your veins. “No, no, don’t want anyone to walk in.”

Miguel chuckles against your lips. “No, you’re too much of a goody two shoes for that, huh? My good little girl, letting me fuck you in the bathroom. Gonna let me eat you out? Finger you during lab while the TA’s not looking?”

“That would be so unsanitary.” You tell him, hips moving in time with his, chest heaving as the coil within you winds tighter and tighter, your skin scattered with pleasure, your mind turning to mush when Miguel bites down on your pulse point.

“You’re right, plus I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that, I want to be the only one seeing how pretty you look before you come, only one getting to hear you moan for me.” Miguel says all this so easily, not even breaking his stride as his hand shoots out, slams against the mirror, giving himself stability to piston into you.

You cling to him, head tucked into the crook of his neck, moaning and mewling for him, his name a constant chant on your lips.

“That’s it cariño, come for me, scream my name, let this whole party know who’s fucking you.” He urges, a renewed fervor in his thrusts in the way his lips attach to your neck, marking it with dark hickeys.

And you do, you finish hard, screaming his name, the sound barely muffled by his neck. Miguel finishes afterwards, pulling out and stroking himself, cum splattering in the sink. He turns the facet on quickly, and you make a face.

“You’d rather that go in you?” He asks, free hand pulling off the mask, his eyes searching yours.

You slide off the sink, legs wobbly, your hand shooting out to grab Miguel’s bicep for support. “Maybe.”

His eyes darken and he turns off the faucet. “Yeah? You up for a round two?”

Kinktober masterlist

Miguel TL: @miggyoharaswife, @badbishsblog, @imisshim2much, @wanderlustingcastaway, @lynn-9703, @sleepyamaya, @erensbbg, @sweetea85, @ilovemiguelohara, @natthernandez, @stxrrielle, @ihateuguys, @jenniferdixon05207, @blep-23, @minimari415, @emerald-09, @violet-19999, @kenchosaikuo, @groovycass, @youcantseem3, @lovefks, @nightshxdex, @dusstory, @munsonssecretblog, @kirke-is-my-name, @starbearieee, @chatoicboy, @needsleep3000, @witchy-lizard, @cxmeiloorun7, @justrandomlolidk, @chimpkinnuggies, @alicefallsintotherabbithole, @loser-alert, @wwwellacom, @ryantryan6969, @lollipopin, @youcantseem3, @a-cult-leader, @verexi, @purpleskiesandroses, @they2luv1naia, @sophiaj650, @idolautism, @rheannajrs, @merakiq, @rexs-wife, @sukaretto-n, @twilight-loveer, @f1shb0nez, @callsign-blue, @marcelineormars

[heartfullofleeches]

milk crew reaction receiven nudes from reader

[suggestive]

Strawberry: Oh wow- Give a guy a little head's up next time. The most innocent about it and just says you look amazing and leaves it there - until he realizes you may want something in return.

Vanilla: Unexpected, but she's not one to complain nor waste opportunity. If she's in a position to, she'll send you a photo back with compliments straight out of romance novel (possibly one she had on hand)

Milk Tea: About time, but secondly how dare you not be around to take care of what you've caused. Demands you drop whatever you're doing and come over - if he's not speeding to your location instead

Ginger: Is in her shop twenty four seven and probably injures herself getting to her phone. Sends you a picture of her bandaged hand and two simple words "Send more."

Rootbeer: Eyes bulging out of his head, heart stopping. Cowboy will sprint to the nearest drugstore to find a pair of glasses that'll work for the time to see you in all your glory. At the end of it, he just sends a picture of his empty bed and "your place, or mine?"

Cherry: "I was in need of some motivation for practice. If only I could have the real thing though" You hear her skates at your door not even a minute later

Spice: "Dear, please. You are gorgeous as always, but I am working." Acts civilized, but the second the bar is clear he's rushing to the back to rub one out and go into heavy detail about what thoughts your photos conjured throughout the day.

Oat: "That's nice, love." Leaves it there or she would go into how lovely you'd look tied up.

Chocolate: "On my way. Move or put any clothes on and we'll have a problem."

Banana: Leaves you on read. This isn't malicious by any means, Banana is just easily flustered and has never seen anyone naked before. Compliments the wall behind you and hates herself for it later.

Peach: Responds with pictures of her in some lingerie she had conveniently lying around. The second you get that "Omw" text is when she's right outside your window.

Cotton Candy: Uses your nudes for reference in their art or starts commenting on what paints would go well on you since it's pretty hard to paint with one hand.

Eggnog: Very conflicted. High chance they're living in your attic during this and they don't know what to do. Should they go down? No - you would've said so in your message. Do you want to see them? No - they aren't pretty like you. Eventually works up to courage to send you a picture of them shirtless just to see where things go

Screamsicle: Sends you a picture of one of their skeletons dressed in one of the sexy costumes they've made along with a cheesy pick up line. This is to distract they're afraid of what you'll say if they send you pictures of themself as they are a bit self conscious about being one of the smallest height and muscle wise hybrids... and you're the hottest person they've ever seen

Mint: Sends a few emojis and a picture of themselves naked plain and simple. Some stuff about you sitting on their face later in conversation too

Apple: Please don't make the doctor horny at work. Their thoughts are on you enough already. If you send nudes during work they'll have no choice but to close shop early because they're too caught up on your photos. After hours are free game and they will be at your door momentarily

Licorice: Calls you so you can hear what your little offering is doing for him. That's what you wanted, right? Depending on the day, those sounds might even come from inside your closet.

[eternalsams]

Till Death Do Us Apart ⇴ J.Seresin

pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

content/warnings: 18+, bit of fluff and honeymoon phase, violence, angst, blood, drug use, guns, knives, swearing, allusions to sexual assault, death, murder, reader is said having longish hair

summary: Your wedding day was supposed to be the best day of your entire life, until it wasn't.

words count: 6.0k

notes: English isn't my first language so please take that into your consideration. Inspired by the movie Ready Or Not, but I've still changed a lot in the plot.

masterlist

The music was blasting from the speakers as Jake drove through town, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the back of your neck, messing up a bit your hairstyle. If he'd dared doing that an hour ago, maybe you would've asked for divorce before you even said I do. But now that he was wearing the matching band on his ring finger, your hair was the last thing on your mind. Your husband turned to look at you and smiled lovingly before pulling on a single pin, letting half of your hair fall down. His hand sneaked at the top of your head and he blindly searched for the second one in your thick mass of hair. He finally found it and pulled on it before throwing both pins on the backseat, somewhere you would take hours to find them to give them back to your hairdresser. Your hair was now flying behind you as the wind hit the convertible 1950 Cadillac your father let you borrow for your honeymoon.

Jake wanted to surprise you by not telling you where he was taking you. He only told you the most important thing was to bring your favorite sundress and his favorite lingerie set. He was still dressed in his whites and you in your long dress, the white clothes contrasting with the black body of the car. You still packed some comfy clothes in a duffle bag for you and your new husband. Your left hand left your lap and you caught sight of the sparkle of your engagement ring. You smiled widely and started playing with the short hair on Jake's neck. "You hungry, baby?" He asked, slowing the car and taking a turn. "I'm starving!" You exclaimed and he chuckled. You both agreed on getting married and then immediately going on honeymoon. Less expensive and more alone time. So you hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning. He parked the car on the parking lot of a fast food and turned down the engine before pecking your lips. "I grab your usual and we eat under the stars?" He asked, slipping a lock of hair behind your ear. "Whatever you want, handsome." You smiled at him and kissed him. He groaned against your lips and grabbed the back of your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue gently parted your lips before you granted him access. His wife. You were his wife. Finally. He pulled away reluctantly and kissed your cheek before getting out of the car and grabbing his wallet in his bag.

You waved at him when he turned to you before getting in the restaurant and you sank in your seat, your whole body on fire. "Newly weds?" A voice made you jump. You straightened up and turned to the voice, noticing a woman, probably in her fifties, standing not so far from you, smiling kindly at you. You glanced back at the restaurant, seeing Jake, in his beautiful dress whites, ordering your food. You smiled lovingly and turned to the woman. "Yeah, we're on our way for our honeymoon." You bit your bottom lip in excitement, something the woman noticed as she chuckled. "Dinner break, I get it. My husband and I used to travel a lot when we were your age. Enjoy it while it lasts." She winked at you and you laughed softly, fiddling with your rings. "I'm not planning on doing anything else." You simply said, turning back to the restaurant to check on Jake.

Jake thanked the waiter and grabbed the bag full of warm food. The smell only could make him salivate and he couldn't wait to sit under the starry sky with his wife. When he got out, he noticed how the sky turned orange as the sun finally started to set at the horizon. He walked to the car with a silly smile on his lips before frowning when he didn't see you in your seat. He got closer and noticed your stuff still on the backseat. He put down the food and grabbed his phone, dialing your number but he quickly heard your ringtone and found your phone in your bag. "Baby?" He asked loudly, looking around him. His heart started beating faster but he couldn't let panic overthrow him. He cleared his throat and walked back to the restaurant. "Excuse me, have you seen a woman in a wedding dress? White." He asked the first waiter he found. The young woman looked around her and shook her head, seeming sorry for him. He thanked her anyway and went to ask someone else. When he realized nobody must have seen you, he walked to the bathroom and stopped just before opening the door with the little lady pictogram. He sighed and pushed it open and calling your name, but still nothing. An elder woman looked at him weirdly and he gently grabbed her arm. "Have you seen a young woman in a white dress?" He asked once more, panic starting to show in his voice. The graying lady shook her head and left the bathroom. Jake quickly left the restaurant and joined the car once again, looking for any trace of you.

He heard faint footsteps behind him and before he could turn and ask the person if they had seen you, a damp tissue was smashed over his mouth and nose. He immediately grabbed the arm around him and pulled on it but when he inhaled, he started to feel himself weaken. His grip on the arm loosened and he winced when he felt something puncturing the skin of his neck. A sensation of burn followed in his veins and he felt like his entire body caught fire. He fell on his knees and a second pair of arms caught him under his armpits. The tissue over his nose then disappeared and he could finally breathe fresh air, but it was too late for him to fight it. He felt his eyelids shut down and his blood flow burning his temples.

When he finally woke up, he could hear the cracking of fire and the muffled sound of voices. He had a hard time opening his eyes and his neck hurt him really bad. When he wanted to bring up a hand to soothe the pain, he couldn't. His hands were tied down behind his back and that was when he finally opened his eyes completely, trying to recognize his surroundings. "Finally!" An older woman crouched down in front of him. "I thought you'd never wake up. Excuse my husband, dear. He can be really gruff sometimes." Her hand went to gently stroke Jake's cheek but he jerked his head the other way, groaning lowly. "Where is my wife, you bastards?" He grumbled, pulling on his restraints. "Don't worry, she's here. Somewhere in this house." The woman simply said as she stood up. "What have you done to her? Where is she?!" He shouted at her, startling her slightly. "Don't raise your voice at me, young man! I could've killed that poor girl if I wanted to. I'm sure you wouldn't like to be widowed on your wedding day." Jake bit his tongue to stop the insults begging to be uttered. "What do you want from us? Money? I'll give you money. Just don't hurt her." He almost pleaded, pulling once again on his restraints, but nothing to do, they just didn't break. "You really think we want money? Look around you." Jake did as told and noticed the expensive furniture. Hell, even the wallpapers looked expensive. He looked back at the woman who simply shrugged with a little smile on her lips. "See? We don't need your money. We just want to have fun. So you're going to listen to me very carefully if you want to find your precious little wife."

She crouched back down and pulled a gun from behind her back, Jake's eyes widened and his breath got caught in his throat. "I'm gonna open those cuffs but you're not gonna go anywhere until I'm out of this room. You're gonna hear music on the speakers..." She explained as she pointed at the said speakers in the corner of the room before she aimed the barrel of the gun at his face. "And when the music stops, and only then, you can leave the room and start looking for your wife. Understood?" Jake only nodded at that, and the only thing in his mind at the moment was finding you and leaving this place as soon as possible. "Good boy." She patted his cheek and slipped her gun in her back pocket before grabbing keys on the bed next to them. She leaned over him and he could feel her disgustingly hot breath on his neck. When he finally heard the click of the restraints, he immediately pulled his hands in front of him to rub his wrists. The woman anticipated his movements and in a single motion, grabbed and aimed her gun at him, making sure he wouldn't try anything stupid. He only glared at her as she stood up and walked back to the door, her gun still pointed at him. "Remember, you stay here until the music stops." She reminded him and left the room, closing the door behind her. As she did so, some classical music started playing in the speakers and he stood up and started looking around the room for something to defend himself and then defend you. After a couple of minutes, the music stopped and he looked up at the speakers, making sure he was not hallucinating. He rushed to the door, opened it and ran out of the room, looking around the hallway as he called your name.

Ten Minutes Before

When you opened your eyes, all you could feel was a terrible headache as the light hit your retinas. You looked down at your lap when you felt resistance at your wrists and saw the rope tied around them. You started to panic and stood up, looking around you to find something to cut open the restraints. You heard the door behind you open and turned around, now facing a man. "Who are you? Where am I? Where's Jake?" You asked quickly, stepping back and away from him. "So many questions. You have to excuse my wife, I don't think she introduced us correctly. Let's just start all over again, shall we? Hi, darling. You've met my dear love Daphne earlier in the parking lot. And I'm August, the one who knocked you out." He softly smiled and you could feel your throat tighten at his words. You reached at the back of your head and winced when you felt the light wound. You started panicking completely when you felt and saw blood on your fingertips. It wasn't much or enough for you to have a concussion but you couldn't stop the panic from creeping up your throat. "Where's Jake? What have you done to him? Please let us go!" You could feel tears start to well up under your eyes and the man stepped closer, trying to soothe you. "Hey, hey, hey... Calm down, everything is okay. Your husband is okay, he's here too." He said with a calm voice. "Jake's here?" You could hear the tremble in your voice, trying not to think about what those lunatics must have done to your husband.

"What do you want from us?" You asked, taking another step back. "We just wanna play." He smiled and then explained to you what was gonna happen. He would release you from the rope and let you find Jake after the music stopped playing on the speakers. "What happens next?" You asked again as he held a knife pointing at you. "What do you mean 'what happens next'? You're free, of course!" He laughed and grabbed your wrists before cutting the rope. "That's not it, it can't be." You muttered, staring at the knife pointed at you. "Well, you can stay here with us if you don't wanna play." He shrugged and walked back to the door. "Have fun, darling!" He said before closing the door behind him and leaving you alone in the room as classical music started playing on the speakers. You tried to calm yourself and think about what could be the trap. When you heard the music stop, you rushed out of the room and ran in the hallways, holding the skirt of your dress not to trip over it. Lucky for you, you changed your heels for more comfortable shoes after the wedding. You tried to be as quiet as possible, feeling like you were some sort of prey in this enormous house. You pushed open a door and chuckled in relief when you recognized a kitchen. You pulled open all the drawers and finally found kitchen knives. You grabbed the largest one and noticed a phone. You rushed to it and dialed 911 but the moment you held the handset to your ear, only white noise was coming out of it. You cursed and pulled on the phone, discovering that the cable was cut. You grabbed your knife and ran out of the room before anyone could catch you. You were about to walk down the stairs when you heard men voices. "She was so pretty in this dress, it's like she dressed up just for us. I can't wait to find her." You smashed your hand over your mouth in shock and stepped back, getting away from the voices. That was certainly not August's voice, that man sounded way younger. Which meant he was more faster than the older man. When you heard a door open, you ran out of there and rushed up the stairs to find Jake.

Jake couldn't remember another time when he was sweating that much. His heart was beating loud and fast in his chest it hurt and his hands were shaking, opening every door he passed to find you. He was calling your name loudly until he heard someone. He ran up to the noise and found a young man who was surprised to see him. "Hey, have you seen a young woman in a white dress? I'm looking for her, she's...she's my wife." He said, breathless. The man nodded and smiled at him. "Yeah I've seen her, she was running that way." He pointed in a direction and Jake could feel his heart beating faster, hope flooding his veins. "I can come with you if you want, we'd cover more field." He patted Jake's shoulder and the blonde had a strange feeling but decided to quiet it down for now. They stayed silent the entire time, quietly looking for you, Jake a little bit more panicked than the other man. Both men stopped in their tracks when they heard a noise coming from behind a closed door they just passed. They exchanged a look and the stranger quietly stepped closer to the door and turned the handle. Jake could hear his heartbeat in his ears and as the other man opened the door quickly, he could feel in his guts you weren't there. But someone was and that someone jumped out of the room, aiming a shotgun at him and shooting.

Luckily for him, he had the time to duck and he skedaddled out of there. He could hear steps following him and most importantly, gun shots. As he was about to take a turn, another gunshot echoed in the hallways and he cried out in pain when the bullet touched him in the upper arm. He immediately put his hand on the wound to slow down the bleeding. He kept running until he couldn't hear the voices anymore and he hid in a broom closet. He looked down at his arm and swore under his breath when he saw all the blood. He carefully removed his, not so white anymore, jacket before taking off his belt and using it as a wither. He gritted his teeth when he felt a bit more blood running down his arm and hoped those bastards haven't found you yet. He slowly opened the closet door and peaked outside. Nothing. He grabbed his jacket and wrapped it around his wounded arm not to let blood drops on the floor behind him. "Come on, baby. Where are you..?" He whispered, more to himself. He started walking along the hallways when he heard your voice. No. Your scream. He shouted your name and started running in the direction of your voice. He didn't care if those men with the guns found him again, he needed to make sure you were fine. He just couldn't lose you, and certainly not like that.

You were squirming in the man's arms, screaming and calling for help. Calling for Jake to come and save you. The bottom of your dress got caught in a small metallic hook on the furniture and ripped it. That was when you heard the rip that the events of the day all turned back in your mind and you felt tears running down your cheeks. That was supposed to be the most beautiful day of your life, not the worst. You were supposed to laugh and smile, not cry and shiver in terror. Bloody hell, your newly husband was supposed to be the one making you scream and ripping your dress off you. "Let me go, please! Let me go! Jake! Jake, help!" You screamed and tried to hit the man holding you and pulling you into a dark room. "He's not there, sweetheart. He left without you, baby." The man chuckled before laying you down on a bed and pinning your hands down. "Don't call me that." You spat on him and he let go of your wrists to wipe his face. You immediately got up and as you ran to the door, the man grabbed you by the waist. "Stop running away, beautiful. It would be a waste not to get a taste." You could feel his face nuzzling in your neck and inhaling your perfume before lowly groaning. "You smell even better than I thought. Now, come on, I wanna have my fun before my parents get their hands on you." He threw you back on the bed and before he could do anything, the door slammed opened. You only had a glimpse of white clothes before the man that caught you was pinned to the ground. "Jake!" You recognized him and stood up, catching his arm before he could sink down the knife he was holding into the man's chest. He probably found the knife you dropped when that lunatic caught you. "Come on, Jake, let's go. I wanna leave this place." You begged and Jake turned to you before slamming his fist into the man's face, knocking him out. "Let's go." He said, keeping the knife and taking your hand in his. You both left the room quietly and quickly found an empty room. You didn't turn the lights on not to be noticed and when you were sure you were safe for now, you threw yourself into his arms.

He let you cry and buried his face into your hair. When he pulled away, he was frowning and he noticed the blood in your hair. "What did they do to you?" He grumbled, inspecting you from head to toes. "Nothing more than that, I promise." You took his hand and noticed the home-made wither he had on his upper arm. "What happened?" You immediately asked, taking his face in your hands. "They have shotguns." He simply said before he turned to the door, hearing the men's voices. He pulled you behind the desk in the room and you both sat down, staying as silent as possible. When you were sure they were gone, you sighed heavily and closed your eyes, keeping Jake's hands in yours. "I'm sorry, baby..." He whispered, looking at you. "Don't you dare apologize, Seresin. It's not your fault." You opened your eyes and frowned. "Understood, Seresin." He smiled, loving how he could now call you by his name. You stayed silent for a few minutes, only staring into each other's eyes and appreciating the moment before the nightmare would start again. "How do we get out of here?" You asked him. "I have an idea, but it could get dirty." He grimaced before he continued. "But first, we need to get more comfortable. I'm not sure people designed wedding clothes to be practical during attempted murder." He rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. "If by practical you mean hot, you're on the good way." You tried to joke around and he chuckled. "I'm glad you found me." You added, looking at him deep in the eyes. "Till death do us apart, remember? I really hope you do because you promised those vows not even 12 hours ago." He joked back before grabbing the fabric of your ripped dress. He thought for a second before quietly apologizing and ripping entirely the skirt, making it shorter. "I promise I'll buy you a new one and we'll burn this one." He said before kissing you softly. You couldn't even remember when was the last time you kissed him, but it sure felt like years ago. He pulled away, slightly making you whine of the loss of him. "Come on, we need to move."

He made sure to never let go of your hand as you moved through the hallways silently. You were terribly amazed by the number of rooms in this house, every time you would open a door, it led to a new one. Every single time. It was like it would never end and you would never find the exit. When you found yourselves in the umpteenth room, Jake turned to you. "I think they might have an armory." He kept looking around, making sure nobody was following you. "You think?" You thought about it and he nodded. "We could use their own weapons against them, what do you think?" He asked you, still not letting go of your hand and resting his other hand on your shoulder. "I don't care what happens to those fuckers, I want to get out of here and go to our honeymoon." He softly smiled down at you and kissed your forehead. "I want that too. Are you ready for what's gonna happen? For what we'll have to do?" He asked you one last time and you nodded. "Are you?" You asked him back. "For you? I'm ready to kill whoever's on my way." He then pulled you into his arms and murmured sweet and loving words. "I love you. So much." You said, your forehead now resting on his. "I love you too, baby." You smiled at the nickname, a warm feeling spreading in your chest. "Let's go kill those sons of bitches." You pulled away from him and he chuckled at your words.

You managed to avoid Daphne, August and their two sons for as long as you could until you finally found the said armory. "Oh my fucking God, they're truly insane." Jake whispered as you both looked around the room at all the guns hooked on the walls. "Come on, we need to be prepared for whatever they have against us." You hurried to find a good gun with enough refill to shoot down all of them. Multiple times. Jake opted for a rifle and grabbed the bandoleer for it. With all the noise you made getting prepared, you didn't hear the voice getting closer until you saw the door opening behind Jake. "Jake, get down!" You shouted and one of the two sons aimed his gun at you but you shot first. A loud thud was heard and Jake stood back up, staring at the body next to him and the three holes in his chest. He then turned to you, your gun still in your hands and almost fuming like in those old Western movies. "Holy shit, baby." Jake sighed, getting closer to you and lowering the gun. "He's dead?" You asked, your voice getting weak and trembling. "You saved my life. You saved me." He grabbed your face, making you focus on him and not the bleeding corpse behind him. "I saved you." You repeated. "Good girl." He smiled and pecked your lips. "We gotta move, they must've heard the shots." He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room, stepping past the -still hot- body on the floor. Just as he said, you weren't gone for two minutes before you heard Daphne's voice from the armory, crying the death of her son. "Come on, let's go." Jake whispered to you and pulling you with him.

As you were running to find an exit, you benefited of that time to reload your gun, making sure you'd always have enough bullets. You only let go of Jake's hand for a minute but it was already too long because now you were being dragged back, a hand over your mouth and a knife against your throat. You still let escape a gasp and caught Jake's attention. He turned to you and aimed his rifle to the man holding you captive. "Let her go." He groaned, pulling on the lever safety. "You shouldn't do that." The man said and you recognized the second son. You gulped and grimaced when you felt the glade pressing against your skin. "Lower that gun and I won't hurt her." The brother said but Jake didn't move an inch, staying fully focused on his target. The man holding you lowered his hand holding your face to place it around your middle and pressed you against his body. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, dropping your gun on the floor and trying to get his hand off your body. But when you first tried to rip it off you, the knife he was holding pressed deeper into your throat, cutting your skin and making you whine in pain. Jake's grip on his shotgun weakened as he watched with terror the drops of blood running down your neck and disappearing into your dress. The man then took advantage of this and threw his knife at Jake's shoulder where the blade sank. Your husband dropped his weapon and screamed in pain as you screamed in horror. You could do nothing but watch the blood stain the white shirt of your newly husband as the man dragged you away from Jake. You cried for him, watched him drop to his knees as strength started leaving him. But he still found the strength to look at you until you disappeared from his sight.

You squirmed in the man's arms, begging him to let you go, to let you check on your husband. But he didn't let go. He dragged you into a room where you could see Daphne's red and teary eyes and August's enraged ones. The son threw your body against the table and you cried out in pain as the corner hit your ribs. August grabbed your wrists and pulled you on the table as his son maintained your ankles still. Daphne then appeared in your field of view and pointed a knife at you, making you stop squirming almost immediately. "You killed my son. We were nothing but kind to you and your husband but you had to kill my baby." She groaned the last words like a rabid animal. "You tried to kill us!" You shouted and she got the knife closer to your chest. "It's part of the game." She said as if it was obvious fact before she continued. "You were supposed to find your husband and leave. Or, we'd find you and play with you. You weren't supposed to use our weapons against us." She then lowered the knife to your stomach and the blade started ripping the fabric of your dress. You then felt hands rubbing up and down your legs. "Can I please have my fun with her first?" The son asked, looking at you like a piece of fresh meat. His hands then reached your thighs as he pushed up the dirtied skirt of your wedding dress. You only heard August grumble something and the young man's hands fell back to your ankles, but not without rubbing small circles on your skin. You felt like you would throw up. You turned to look at the window for a second and noticed how dark it was outside. You didn't know how long you had been there but it felt like months to you. That was nothing like the idea you had of your wedding night. You really didn't expect being pinned down a table and tortured then killed as your husband was bleeding to death in the hallway.

Daphne then lowered the knife to your thigh and slowly sank it into your skin, making you scream in pain. The fabric of your dress rubbing against the extra-sensitive flesh making you see dark spots as you felt your head spin. She then ripped the knife out, making you whine. You just couldn't find the strength to do anything more, your whole body was begging for mercy, aching in a way you never thought possible. But the worst was the pain in your heart, the sole thought of Jake made it bleed painfully. And just before you could feel yourself fall into unconsciousness, you heard the door slam open and two gun shots. The weight on your ankles disappeared and you could finally move your feet. Your wrists were next to be released just before hearing three other gun shots. You then heard Daphne scream and she dropped her knife next to your body. You slowly opened your eyes and thought you were in heaven when you saw Jake in the room, pointing the gun you dropped earlier at the woman. "You okay, baby?" He still asked you, never looking away from Daphne. You mumbled something he couldn't understand and stood closer to you, grabbing the knife and handing it to you so you could protect yourself if something happened. You regained your senses and when you secured the knife in your hand, you looked up at Daphne who got tears running down her face, glancing at her husband and at her son. You sat up on the table, feeling more blood coming out of your wounds and winced. Jake quickly glanced at you to make sure you were fine and wrapped the arm that was not holding the gun around your waist to support your body against his. You carefully grabbed the gun and aimed quickly at Daphne, shooting three more bullets into his head. She dropped dead on the floor, a puddle of blood forming under her as the last nerves in her body made her shiver. "Let's get out of here." You sighed, dropping the gun in the puddle at your feet.

Jake kneeled before ripping another piece of your dress and wrapping it around your stab wound on your thigh. You gritted your teeth at the pain but said nothing as Jake stood back up. You wrapped your arms around him and closed your eyes, savoring this moment of peace, even in the middle of a real massacre. "How's your shoulder?" You asked softly. "I managed to stop the bleeding. It's not that bad." He said, wrapping his wounded arm around your shoulder. He kissed the top of your head and led you out of the room. "We need to find a phone to call the police and tell them everything. They'll understand why we did it." Jake said as you staggered through the hallways. "No. The phones are dead. And I'm pretty sure we're not close to any police station." You managed to mutter, trying not to put all your weight down on Jake's bleeding shoulder. You heard Jake curse under his breath and felt him straighten up as an idea came up in his mind. "We're gonna burn down this place. It'll alert the surroundings pretty quickly and help is gonna come for us." He said as he readjusted his grip on you. Your leg hurt like hell but you were sure his shoulder did the same to him. Your husband opened a door and you almost nervously laughed when you saw the fireplace and the huge curtains not so far. You exchanged a look with him and he softly made you sit down a chair before ripping a part of the curtains so it could easily reach the fire. "Check the counter, there might be some alcohol." You said, pointing at the furniture next to you. Jake nodded and opened every door, taking out every whiskey, every liquor he could find. He gave you two opened bottle as he held two others. "Till death do us apart, my love." He tenderly smiled at you before he poured the alcohol all over the furniture. You did the same and stopped in your tracks when you caught a glimpse of yourself in a mirror. Your dress was ripped and stained, most of it was by your own blood but you knew some of it wasn't. You didn't look like a bride anymore, you looked more like a monster straight out of one of those children's tales. "Jake, can I have your jacket please?" You turned to look at your husband who was still pouring alcohol all around the room. He unwrapped it from around his arm and you could see the wither he made with his belt. He gave it to you and went back to what he was doing. You started removing your sleeves and delicately detached the blood-wet dress off you. Jake glanced at you and frowned. "What are you doing?" He asked, getting closer to you. "I'm gonna burn this dress." You simply answered, stepping out of it and putting on the white jacket Jake gave you. You held the -not so white- dress in your hands before letting it fall to the ground. When you saw Jake pouring the liquid on the curtains, you quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room when the fire reached the fabric and started spreading around the room.

You ran as quickly as possible to find an exit and when you finally found it, Jake broke it down with his unharmed shoulder. You could hear the first explosions behind you as you rushed down the stairs of the porch. Jake wrapped his arms around you to keep you warm since you were only wearing your honeymoon lingerie and his jacket. You sat down in the grass in front of the house catching fire, Jake sat behind you and holding you between his legs and his arms. You could feel the heat radiating from the residence. It was almost comforting to know those bastards were rotting in this house. Weirdly enough, your wounds didn't hurt as much as before now that you knew you and Jake were safe. You leaned back and rested your head on his valid shoulder before closing your eyes. "Don't fall asleep." Jake muttered before kissing your temple. "I won't. I promise." You said as you listened to the cracking of the fire. You then heard the birds singing and you wondered what time it actually was. Jake even started humming your favorite song to soothe you and you buried your nose into his neck, inhaling the rest of cologne he had. You could also hear some small explosions and some part of the house break down but nothing startled you, after the night you just had, you weren't sure anything could scare you anymore. Not even twenty minutes later, you could hear the sirens of the fire trucks and Jake gently stroked your arms. "Baby, the help is here. It's over." He then kissed the top of your head and you smiled, keeping your eyes closed. The nightmare was finally over.

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[togrowoldinv]

Dinner and a Show

Firefighter!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha calls you to the firehouse and puts on a show for you

Warnings: Kissing, grinding, pole dancing, allusions to more

Note: Woohoo more firefighter Nat! This is a part of my Burning Red AU. Follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for fic updates!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

Natasha rests her cheek on your chest as you relax in bed together. Her soft red hair feels like heaven as you run your hand through it.

“Any plans for this weekend?” You break the comfortable silence the two of you were in.

She lifts her head and shifts to lean on her elbow and look down at you. Her hand comes to your cheek softly and her thumb rubs your cheek softly.

“I have to work,” she says with a small pout. You want to lean up and kiss it away. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you assure her. “You go be a hero and we can see each other on Monday or Tuesday?”

“Sounds good, sweetheart. I have a shift in,” she breaks to look at her watch, “about thirty minutes. Damn, I have to get going.”

“Please don’t go,” you playfully beg her with a pout of your own.

“I’ll make it up to you,” she says. “I promise.”

She leaves you with a kiss. You watch as her perfect body floats out of the room.

The day drags by slowly and by the next morning all you can think about is Natasha. And it appears she’s thinking about you too as your phone rings.

“Hey sweetheart,” her raspy voice comes through the phone.

“Hi Natasha. How’s work going?”

“It’s pretty slow. Most of the crew is out today working at an event, but I’m manning the station,” Natasha explains.

“I see.”

“I miss you,” she blurts out. It hasn’t bern that long since you got together, but missing each other comes so naturally.

“I miss you too,” you say. “What time do you get off tonight? I actually think I can’t wait until Monday to see you.”

You swear you can hear her thinking on the other end of the line.

“Why don’t you come by for dinner? I’ll make you something here and we can eat together,” Natasha suggests.

“Is that allowed?”

“There’s no rule against it. See you at 6?” She asks.

“Sounds perfect,” you agree.

Remembering your first time at the firehouse, you take your time to get ready to see Natasha. You go casual with the outfit, but under your clothes you wear red lingerie that you know she loves.

When you get to the firehouse, she meets you at the door. She hugs you tightly.

“You look great,” you tell her.

“Mm, so do you,” she compliments. “Come with me.”

The smirk on her face should’ve been indication that you’re here for much more than just dinner, but you are too distracted by her in her uniform to notice her motives.

She stops walking before you get to the kitchen.

“So, I was thinking maybe I’d give you dinner and a show,” Natasha says. It’s then you notice her hand on the firefighter’s pole.

“Oh-“

“If you want, of course.”

“I want,” you blurt out maybe a little too quickly. “I want a lot.”

“Perfect. Sit down, baby,” she instructs you. You sit in the chair that she conveniently had in the room.

You watch on as Nat slips off her jacket. She went with a tank top and you try to memorize the shape of her muscles. Nat walks towards you and straddles your lap. She hovers over you, but doesn’t dare to touch you where you want her most. You try move your hands to her arms, but she stops you. She pins them to your sides.

“Be a good girl and don’t touch me, okay? Not until I’m done at least. Then maybe I will you let touch me,” Nat commands. You nod. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Okay, yes.”

She leaves your lap after a deep kiss to your lips. You watch as she waltzes to the pole. You had no idea she could do this, but by the way she expertly moves around it, she’s done this before.

She keeps eye contact with you as she slides down the pole and then takes off her shirt. She’s not wearing a bra. The way her breasts look as she moves onto the pole again threatens to make you audibly moan.

Nat ditches her pants along the way too and she’s wearing lacy underwear.

“Natasha,” you whine her name as she finishes her dance and moves towards you.

“Would you like to fuck me?” She asks. You look at her with wide eyes. Your face is hot from the way she looks at you.

“Yes please,” you say.

She settles on your lap once again, but this time she lets you touch her. Your hands go to her breasts and she moans. Her head dips back in pleasure as you lean forward and take her nipple into your mouth.

“Fuck baby, yes,” Natasha says. “Keep going.”

You switch breasts and she grinds herself against your thigh. You wish you could feel her wetness against you.

Suddenly, there’s a siren blaring throughout the firehouse.

“Shit,” Natasha says, but she doesn’t stop her grinding.

“Natasha,” you mumble against her chest. “The alarm.”

“I know, I know,” she says with a sigh.

She stands up abruptly and throws her clothes back on. You pout as she walks to kiss you goodbye.

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll finish this later. Keep that lingerie on, please?”

“How did you-“

“I know things,” she says with a smirk. “See you later, sweetheart.”

You stand up and Natasha kisses you goodbye. She tries to linger but the sirens are calling her name.

She hops in the truck and drives off into the road. You are awestruck at her heroics once again.

You’re not going to forget what you saw today for a long time.

And you can’t wait for Natasha to get home tonight.

[saintsir4n]

MEET THE MIKAELSONS

where klaus and Adrienne do a GQ interview

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"Nik, stop sulking," Adrienne laughed at her husband, knowing he wanted to be anywhere else. She motioned for him to smile, but he simply ran his hand through his curls that he decided to grow out, then threw up his hands and gestured for questions, "All alright, let's get this over and done with," he murmured, earning another giggle from his wife. "You heard the man, quiet on set guys," she mimicked him, drawing laughter from the crew and a small smile from the hybrid.

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"Love, come here," Klaus whispered as the crew were finishing setting up their mics. "We have to sit in separate chairs," Adrienne replied with a pout and before he could reply, the main producer who stood between them said, "When it's time for Adrienne to ask questions, then she can sit on your lap or whatever you prefer." Klaus hummed in satisfaction, making his wife smile, "you happy now?" She asked, "I will be when you're next to me," his answer made most of the crew stare at them in adoration and awe.

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Marcel told me to tell you not to piss off Mom with your answers, Klaus rolled his eyes at the message he received from Malachai, then showed it to his wife, who immediately laughed, "They're right." Adrienne stated, shrugging before adding, "but, we should tell them not to watch this when it comes out... right?" Klaus pondered as he put his phone back in his pocket, "...right."

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Adrienne sat comfortably across from her husband who played with his ring-clad fingers and brushed his hair out of his eyes. His long-sleeved henley shirt tightened around his arms with every movement. He sat there staring at her with a slight daze with one leg over the other waiting for the make-up team to finish her touch-ups.

Adrienne wore a double denim co-ord; her short skirt revealed her silky legs, similar to the jacket that left a few buttons undone, showcasing that she was completely topless underneath until every few minutes her husband moved her goddess braids to conceal what only he got to see.  

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"Hey guys I'm Adrienne Mikaelson and-" she quickly got cut off, "and many people call me Klaus the mad," Klaus stated with a grin, staring at the camera as Adrienne chuckled, "No one calls you that," she paused and turned to the camera, "no one does."

"I don't appreciate the dishonesty Ria and neither do the fans," Klaus responded smugly before the producer nicely asked them to reintroduce themselves.

"Let's do this again," Adrienne said, shooting her husband a pointed look, that he raised an amused brow at. "I'm Adrienne Lumière."

"What?"

"...And we're getting divorced."

"Cut the bloody cameras!"

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"Take three," the producer slammed down the clapperboard, then nodded to the couple who were currently flipping each other off, "Guys behave please."

"I'm Adrienne Mikaelson and this dashing man is," Adrienne gestured to her husband, who smirked at the compliment, "Niklaus Mikaelson and I'm here to best my wife."

Adrienne threw her arms up in the air as Klaus covered his grin with his cards.

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"Take four and guys-"

"Shannon, I dare you to slam that clapperboard down again," Klaus warned the producer who swiftly looked at his wife with pleading eyes.

"Nik, be nice or you won't get the prize," Adrienne said with an innocent shrug, "what prize?" he quickly leaned forward, waiting for her response, "You know those lingerie sets I got from the Fenty show I performed at?" she lowly spoke, making his eyes widen, "you will never see me in them if we don't get through this okay? now pick up your jaw from the floor and introduce yourself properly."

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"Hello people I don't know or will never meet," Klaus gritted out, "I am Klaus Mikaelson and this is my darling wife-" Adrienne continued, "Adrienne Mikaelson and this is the GQ couples quiz."

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1. How many tattoos do I have?

Adrienne didn't even need to think before she answered, "He has five, the birds on his shoulder which connect to a feather, Marcel and Malachai's birthdays and he has the word 'enigma' for me."

"Easy question love," he winked at her.

"Shut up."

"Harsh."

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2. When is my birthday?

"8th of April, he's an Aries with a Gemini moon," she answered, brushing her shoulder.

"I wish I could fathom what she said," Klaus spoke, looking directly at the camera."It's a very simple thing," Adrienne said, glancing around at the crew who nodded, then shrunk back after noting the glare on the hybrid's face.

"Simple my arse."

"And what a lovely ass it is," Adrienne blew him a kiss, causing a red tint to kiss his cheeks. "Moving on," he whispered with a bashful smile.

•

3. Who fell in love first?

"Nik, definitely Nik."

"How could I not," Klaus said, staring at her, "pan the camera to my wife."  The cameraman did just that, zooming in on the woman who had been at the top of many lists for the most desirable woman for a few years now.  Adrienne giggled and covered her face,  "stop it and ask another question."

"Oh is the pretty girl shy?"

The crew couldn't help but stare at them in awe, well until Adrienne began to threaten him.

"The pretty girl with put you into an early grave if you don't do what I say."

He feigned shock, "Romantic isn't she?"

"Yeah yeah."

•

4. Favourite part about my personality?

"He's constantly trying his best, whether helping me with my work or being more patient with our family and always trying to be there for me. Always trying in his own ways. Which is very comforting."

"Thank you, my love," he couldn't stop smiling.

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5. Where did we have our first date?

"In the Euphoria, we both shared a beignet and just talked for hours. It wasn't meant to happen, he tricked me into it."

Klaus chuckled, "You didn't say no."

"Because of his stupid smile," Adrienne pouted and he started to boast, "I do have a great smile," Klaus nodded to himself, earning a few chuckles from the crew.  "Calm down, I slapped you on that date," Adrienne taunted, making him roll his eyes.

"Can't imagine why," they heard the main producer whisper to herself, which caused Adrienne to snort.

"What was that Shannon, could you speak up this time?" Klaus asked loudly, startling the poor woman.

Shannon nervously waved him off, "Oh nothing, next question."

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6. Have you ever written a song about me?

"I've written many songs about you honey," Adrienne cooed as she blew him a kiss, causing him to jokingly catch it and place it on his chest. "Many albums were written with Klaus the Mad for inspiration," he was about to continue but she hastily cut him off, "not Klaus the Mad, about you making me mad, sad, happy or..." she trailed off, leaving him to finish "loved and horny?"

"Yes."

"And she has won many awards that she dedicates to me and our family each time. Usually, I come last in the speech, because she adds some words that one could only use to describe a man so great."

Adrienne playfully rolled her eyes at him, "so humble."

"Wait, how many paintings does Klaus have of you?" A member of the crew yelled from afar, catching their attraction. Klaus grinned and gestured for his wife to answer, "From what I've seen and what I've peaked on, possibly thousands. That's not an exaggeration is it Nik?" The hybrid bashfully shook his head then replied, "Give it take a thousand."

"But most of his most popular and most famous work is hung in the Louvre, the Victoria and Albert Museum, The National Gallery and the Rijksmuseum," she listed making him smile brightly, "you remembered." He was taken aback by her knowledge, sometimes he thought she wasn't listening whenever he ranted but she always was.

"Of course I did, I need to visit the new masterpiece in Amsterdam," she paused noting the blush kissing his cheeks, "is it of me?"

Disregarding her first question, he said, "I'll take you there for your birthday since you've been dying to go for a while."

"Awe, you remembered."

"Of course, we've been together for what feels like a century," he teased knowingly, which the crew laughed at, believing it to be a joke.

"Til flere århundrer nik."

"Til flere århundrer min kjærlighet."

"Y'all can speak old Norse? How isn't that a dead language?" Another crew member spoke up after he used Google Translate to decipher what had been said.

The couple laughed to themselves before Adrienne replied, "Like we said, it's felt like a century..."

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7. What is my worst quality?

"Your paranoia, it even makes you not trust me sometimes and you end up acting like a dick."

"Apologies," Klaus murmured, averting his gaze, feeling his wife's eyes burning into the side of his head.

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8. What turns me on?

"Other than me being me, he loves when I wear his clothes or when I'm angry. When I shout at him, that usually gets in the mood so quickly." Klaus stiffly nodded at her answer, earning a few questioning looks, "You're turned on now aren't you?"

"...no."

•

9. My favourite relative?

"Other than me and our sons, definitely either Hadeon or Rebekah."

Klaus couldn't help but roll his eyes, knowing his siblings would start on him when they saw him.

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10. Which one of my friends flirts with you too much?

"Kai and Lucien, Kai because he acts like I named our son after him and it pisses Nik off a lot. Lucien because he always flirts with me, especially when Nik is around," she informed the camera. "Don't forget Stefan," Klaus added, earning a hum from Adrienne, who said, "Definitely Stef."

"Stef?" Klaus asked with furrowed brows, "Since when did you call him Stef?"

"Oh god."

"Take a point away from her Shannon!" Klaus yelled, making Adrienne throw a water bottle sitting near her at his head, "Take five off for grievous bodily harm."

"Shut up."

•

11. Favourite sex position?

Adrienne snickered at the question, as did Klaus.

"He has three," she began to list as he stared at her heatedly, "but he loves cowgirl because he loves it when I take control even though he will never tell anyone about it."  He tossed his head back with a groan, "Love-" she quickly cut him off, "What? It's true."

Klaus snapped his head towards the main producer, "Shannon, she doesn't get the point if she lies right?"  Shannon vigorously shook her head, before answering,  "No she doesn't Mr Mikaelson." Adrienne gasped, "I am not lying."

"What are the other two positions then?" Klaus retorted smugly.

"They are kids are watching," Adrienne said in a hushed tone, to which her husband shrugged, "They've definitely heard worse." Adrienne couldn't disagree, "Sorry babies," she apologised to the camera, then turned to her husband and continued her list, "missionary, and the speed bump."

"The what?" someone from the crew yelled out as many people chuckled.

"You've never heard of it before?" Adrienne asked through her laughter, whilst Klaus stared at the camera confidently, "It's basically when the girl or guy is on their stomach and they are getting hit from the back and their ass is like a little speed bump."

Klaus turned to her, ignoring the laughter from the crew, "You love that don't you?"

Later, she mouthed making him grin.

•

12. Do we have a sex tape?

Adrienne rolled her eyes whilst the rest of the crew waited for her answer. Klaus turned to her, lifting the cards to block his face and mouthed, 'Just say no'.

"Shannon, he's telling me to say no," Adrienne quickly snitched on her husband, whose mouth gaped open. It didn't help that the people around them were laughing alongside the witch. "Shannon, stop rolling or I guarantee someone will stop breathing," Klaus hissed, causing the life to drain from the producer's face and all laughter to stop.

•

"The answer to that question was no, aren't I right my love?" Klaus insisted, staring at her with a pleading expression.

Adrienne stifled a laugh, "Mmm."

"What was that?"

She quickly cleared her throat and stated, "Yes, we do not have a sex tape, nor would we ever make one because it is bad and could have consequences if anyone were to ever find it... like your children."

"Or siblings or friends," Klaus quickly added, with a nervous look.

"Next round!"

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1. What's my favourite food? And don't say anything inappropriate.

Now sitting on her husband's lap, she waited for his answer. He was far less stingy and calmer as she combed her fingers through his hair. When he decided to answer, a cheeky smile kissed his lips, "Anything phallic." Adrienne immediately smacked his chest, ignoring the studio worker's laughter and hissed, "Shut up."

Still chuckling, the hybrid restated, "Fine my sweetheart likes pastries, can eat them all the time," he informed the camera, "Yes I ate them a lot when I was pregnant," Adrienne added, causing his grin to widen, "which reminds me, perhaps you should be agai-."

She cut him off, with a warning tone, "Don't."

•

2. Where's my favourite place I like to have sex?

"Other than the Bentley?" Klaus inquired and she nodded. "Any public place really."

"Shannon cut out the last part," Adrienne demanded, pinching the bridge of her nose, but her husband had other ideas, "Shannon, you will do no such thing!"

•

3. Who's my best friend?

"Rebekah will hate me for saying this, but Clementine or Valerie. I still don't like Valerie." he quickly added the last part, staring directly at the camera, whilst Adrienne just glanced at him, "She doesn't like you."

•

4. Your Favourite body part of mine? Keep it PG, please.

Klaus stared at her, with a highly amused expression, "If I keep it PG, then I would be lying," his statement gained a few chuckles from the crew, which grew when Adrienne flicked his forehead, "So vicious. But honestly, it's your face. Your beautiful face, that I continue to fall in love with more and more each day."

"Awe," the camera crew cooed as Adrienne hid her face in the crook of his neck until he decided to tease her more.

Klaus cleared his throat, "But as for my second favourite body part of yours, that has to be your v-"

"Next question!" Adrienne shouted over him.

"I was going to say your voice," he mumbled innocently.

"That's not a body part Nik!"

•

5. What do you do, that turns me on?

"When I look at you in your eyes," he answered immediately, not breaking eye contact, making his wife very flustered, "You're so annoying," she groaned and looked away. Lowering his head and trailing his fingers down her back, he whispered, "You're turned on right now aren't you sweetheart?"

•

6. What's a favourite moment of mine?

"You and Hadeon burning-" he quickly received a pinch to the neck, "that's not PG," she warned, shooting an innocent smile to the camera, then turning back to her husband, who begrudgingly spoke, "Fine giving birth to Malachai." his answer, earned a snort from Adrienne, "Fuck no, he nearly ripped me in half, you could've just said us being in Chicago."

•

7. What is a favourite moment of mine that we've shared?

"Renewing our vows in Paris," she grinned at his words, then said, "Loved that."

"I love you."

"I love you too... sometimes."

"Adrienne."

•

8. Do I have any tattoos?

Klaus chuckled to himself then turned to the camera, "She has one on the inside of her thigh and when the first time I saw it I-"

"Can he be censored, Shannon?" Adrienne pleaded.

"Don't bloody censor me, Shannon."

•

9. What do you love that I do? And kids are watching this.

Klaus picked up her available hand,  "She's a supportive and powerful woman, whenever I'm shutting down and feel borderline homicidal..."  Adrienne shook her head at the camera,  "He's kidding." Klaus continued, 'I'm not, but when it happens she is the most patient and understanding person in my life, whenever she's not a pain in the ass."

"Prick."

"Love you too."

•

10. What am I like when I'm drunk?

"She's needy but I love it, she gets very sentimental," Klaus said, with a loving look in his eyes, to which he gained a chaste kiss from Adrienne

"I'm always like that."

"Yes, but it's adorable when you're drunk."

•

11. Do you want to have more kids?

"Personally, I want a daughter," Klaus answered, turning to his wife, "Fine, then you can push out a daughter." she countered, making the crew laugh around them. "I want a little girl to raise," he huffed out, not taking his eyes off Adrienne, who decided to entertain the idea.

"What would you name our daughter?" she asked, to which he replied, "Well Malachai is named after an Angel, not Kai Parker. Marcellus is named after the god of Mars," he watched as an idea lit up her eyes, "What about Evangeline. It sounds angelic and Godly?"

Klaus happily clapped and discarded the remaining card in her hands, "Evangeline. Greek for good news and what great news she'd be when she is born in less than 10 months to come. Great idea love, Evangeline Mikaelson. it's decided!"

She quickly shook her head, "Not it's not."

•

"Thank you, GQ, my wife and I are off to make another child," Adrienne didn't have time to object because he swiftly picked her up and she had no choice but to hold on.

"No, we're not!"

He tore off their microphones and shot a nod to Shannon, then the rest of the crew, "Goodbye!"

•

POST CREDIT SCENE:

"No," Klaus stated, shaking his head at his wife's outfit for the interview, he had already tried to suggest something else before she walked out of her dressing room. "I'm wearing it, end of discussion and I see how you are looking at me, stop acting like you don't like this," Adrienne replied, waving him off as she came to stand In front of him, watching as he looked her up and down.

"Out," he demanded the workers who were trying to do their job. He needed to talk to his wife in private, so it wasn't long before they all rushed out of the green room and the door slammed shut.

"Adrienne," she didn't have time to react before he picked her up, drawing a yelp from her as she wrapped her legs around his torso and settled her arms around his shoulders. "What beloved?" She teased, catching the lust-filled glint in his eyes. "How long do we have until we have to do this God-awful interview?" He asked, trailing his hands over her behind and lowering his mouth to her jacket.

She gasped when he undid the two buttons with his teeth, revealing her breast to him. A growl emitted from his throat as he dragged his eyes up to hers. "We have thirty minutes..." she breathed out, making him run his tongue over his teeth.

"...we'll need an hour."

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a/n:

That is the end to my dark twisted fantasy’s story on wattpad I hope you all enjoyed it. I thought I addd a cute little one shot of them in the further.

it's been over a year and I'm so happy and grateful to all the people who have been here since the beginning and the most recent readers, who haven't stopped voting and commenting.

this was Adrienne's story and it's sad to say goodbye to one of my faves and all my other oc's. writing to her with everyone especially klaus was so special and so bittersweet to me and I loved every second of it.

- liv

[tteokdoroki]

OCTOBER 22ND. HARLEY QUINN

“stupid bats! you're ruinin' date night!”

♱ — satoru gojo + weaponsplay.

♱ — synopsis; she was fearless, crazier than him and god help the poor soul who dared to cross satoru gojo’s harley quinn during her alone time with her beloved puddin’.

♱ —length; 5.5K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, mentions of smoking, strip clubs, toji being a slimeball, degradation, lingerie, praise, corruption, cockwarming, exhibitionism, power dynamics, weapons play, gun play, knife play, blood play, clothed sex, brief daddy!kink, fem!reader, harley quinn!reader, joker!gojo. not beta read !

♱ — notes; hello again cuties!! i cant believe its the fourth fic already omg, i hope you like this one!! idk how i feel about it but i hope you guys like it at least. mwah <3 - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

may god help whoever pissed you the fuck off.

behind every great man, and all the power he may have, is an equally spectacular woman. 

with the exception of satoru gojo, a man who ruled almost an entire city— a man but only a few steps behind the woman he loved. you’re part of the reason he’s even made it this far, surviving under the noses and the partnerships of dirty city cops and big bad crime bosses. he did use you, his pretty little play thing— your alluring eyes, your gorgeous body, your voice that made an itch run up and down his spine. 

you were really what let the notorious satoru gojo stay in control. 

stay being, the feared, the gruesome, joker. 

maybe the relationship you had formed through the way gojo was obsessed with your obession over him—or because of how crazy you just might be. a murderer wrapped in a dazzling, sexy fucking mystery. at this point, the lines between love and lust were far too blurred to be distinguished— maybe satoru did love you, if he left himself fall just enough. he wouldn’t let anyone else have you, not in the same way he did. you’d claimed him far before he had a chance to claim you. 

if there was a target on gojo’s back, you’d have taken care of it before he even knew he was at risk of death. not that he feared it…he was the most powerful man alive, but you were like a saftey net, having you made the man feel stronger— even if you weren’t weak. in exchange for every breath he took, every moment that you’d protected him, no crime boss in the city under gojo’s rule could put their hands on you— no matter how much havoc you wreaked or lives you ruined. 

truth be told, for a man who commanded so much fear, who smiled at the sight of crimson blood— gojo couldn’t seem to figure out why you didn’t run for the hills at the first sight of him. but perhaps in the time you’d spent trying to fix the broken dancer in his jewellery box head, maybe he’d broken you down too and made you just like him. fearless and crazier than him.

“puddin’,” you drawl, dainty fingers trained to kill twirl a lock of gojo’s white hair between them. “‘m mad at’cha.” 

you’d come to one of gojo’s clubs for the night— the weight of a business deal clinging to the sweaty air as bodies on bodies grinded and slid against one another. your role tonight, was to play consolation prize-on-a-strip-pole for the client, toji fushiguro. your man wanted his hands on that man’s money. the money he owed gojo, it was kinda funny, the loan toji had taken never even touched his son; and after that night the kid would probably never see his father again. gojo’d take his money and blow his brains out.

but that wasn’t a price high enough for the way the other man had touched you tonight, his scummy fingers nothing like the man you adored’s pulling at parts of you where your pretty baby doll blue lingerie showed the slightest slither of skin. you’d dressed like this for satoru only, glossed lips drawn into a heavy spout when he’d whistled you over to dance for his client. 

it was clear you weren’t in any mood to toy with toji before his inevitable last moments while gojo talked his ear off about percentages and loans fushiguro’s was too dumb to understand. still, you did what your lover asked of you— desperate for ocean eyes to trace down the pearls and pretty lace that moulded to fit the curve of your breasts, the gems that glimmered and dangled just over your skimpy panties whenever you shook or twirled or bent over filthy toji fushiguro’s lap ( his obvious boner prodding into your bare thighs as you worked ).

of course the sight only served to rile gojo up, a cool fire in his heart spreading through his veins like his blood was gasoline whenever you giggled at toji’s half assed compliments. you were only ever meant to smile for satoru, to be this giddy over the strings of words that barely gave you the time of day. he was jealous, yes— unbelievably so but you both had a job to do. 

that was until toji unceremoniously cups your covered cunt with a sleazy hand and asks satoru if “this pretty hunk of meat can be loaned as well.” 

you lose your cool before gojo does and before anyone knows it, the knife concealed in your dainty baby blue garter belt is lodged deep enough into toji's hand, that it makes the grown man cry. 

the reaction was perfectly within your right; bloodlust curling around the dilated pupil in your eye— but gojo had given you the cold shoulder ( no pun intended ) for supposedly messing up his deal— even though you’d done all of this for him. dressed pretty and danced all for him. you’re pissed, rightfully so, and drag your man by the tie into his back office, forcing him down onto the couch to take a seat and learn his lesson.

no one turns their back on you. 

and that brings you both to now, blood red lipstick smeared along gojo’s silver moon skin— dragged up his jawline and right under his ear. the crime boss is a little high, running on the fumes of the party roaring outside while intoxicated with liquid lust and obsession directed towards you. his hands roam your blistering hot body, lips on yours despite the plasticky taste of fenty product glossing your own. he misses the metallic, binding down on the pink stained flesh to draw blood— groaning into your mouth as it lingers on his tongue before satoru forces it down your throat.

there are still people who work here in the room, either stuck in their places not knowing where to look or casting their gazes elsewhere as the two of you make out. “get the fuck out,” gojo hisses when he finally comes up for air, though his brain is fizzing like popping candy and he can’t quite think straight without his mind running right back to you. “d’aw… you mad at me princess?” his voice is strained in the base of his throat, since somewhere in the mix of sloppy kisses you’ve ripped through tight dress pants, slid your glistening baby blue panties to the side and have slid yourself down onto gojo’s pulsating cock, keeping it tucked away in your warmth. 

even you’re out of breath, chest heaving as you adjust around the lengthy stretch of satoru gojo. “i dressed all pretty for you,” you state, ribbed walls kissing the fat blue vein that wrap around gojo. you drop down his balls, happy to take him into your walls. ��and this,” you clench, sending a ripple of desire through the man at your mercy. “this is the thanks i get?” you look down at the silver haired crime boss, hair dishevelled and out of place, through your doe eyes and push your hands into his chest. “men are so useless puddin’.” 

your hips peel from gojo’s clothed thighs, a sticky slap resounding in the back room when you thrust back down— watching your man splutter, reaching up to your chest to toy with the flimsy lace around your breasts. “fuck princess,” he heaves in a murky breath, nails digging into your soft mounds. “y’so right, ‘m useless. fucking useless.” 

it’s illegal how warm and wet you are, gojo’s sensitive tip nudging against your silken walls as they ripple around him and you cockwarm him. there’s got to be some sort of criminal charge for this, one that’ll keep him locked up in your tightness for all of eternity. “want it off.” he demands, slender fingers poking underneath the material of your bra. “take it off baby, lemme see.” just as ice cold and ringed fingers brush over your nipples, the crime boss thrusts up into you— delirious with addiction and lust, sapphire eyes lost in the abyss of his skull just from feeling you. 

“don’t think ya deserve it, mista ‘g!” with your eyes bright and crazed, you mock gojo, keeping yourself seated in his lap as he thrusts up into you again, working his hips into a steady rhythm— enough for the sound of his balls tapping against your ass to echo throughout the room accompanied by light breaths of exertion. 

he’s in deep, tip brushing your gummy walls and satoru knows you’ll break soon, he can feel it in the shirt of your hips and how you suck him down nice and wetly. “c’mon baby, c’mon,” the man coos, looking up at you with big blue eyes— their silvering flecks begging you for mercy as if you’re a god. “you know you want it, that you can take it. you wanna be fucked so good, i know princess. let me take care of you.” a large hand reaches around the chub of your pretty hips, fingers spread over the expanse of your soft tummy to dip just over your folds, the finger tips brushing against your swelling clit from over the hole in your lingerie. 

you tremble, sensitive and gojo’s eyes light up. “atta girl, give into daddy, lemme have you…” the man’s words are so softly spoken for someone who lives off the sound of screaming victims. “oh princess, ya hear that?” his blunt nails, blood caked underneath them sink into the globes of your ass— holding you just above his lap so you can listen to the lewd, squelch of your sex as he slips in and out of you with every slow roll of hips up into you, creamy strings of your arousal clinging to the blue forked veins decorating his cock. “that’s how much you need me, listen to that. you need me.” 

satoru feeds you sweet lies that keeps you under his spell— keeps you under his possession and drowns you with obsession. he keeps you pacified with a lazy bump and grind, barely giving you a second to breathe or think outside of the way he fucks up into you just right. there’s a hand on the back of your neck that keeps you anchored down to your puddin’, your lips parted as gojo coaxes you into his realm of bloody sin and breathes desire into youropen mouth. the way you move with one another, sensual sticky grinds is a dance routine that only lovers know— fingertips and wandering hands alike able to touch and prod and pinch at the sensitive spots you’ve discovered on one another. 

“fuck, ‘toru,” your whimper betrays your, just like your body does— you’re supposed to be mad at him, using him but your frame shakes and blossoms under satoru’s touch, blood coursing through your veins as it’s dotted with hormones of lust, stinging at your clit. “son of’a bitch,” is all you can manage when satoru’s lips attach to the valley between your bouncing breasts from over your clothes, sucking a mark into the gap with his tongue rolling saliva over the abused area. he gets you fucked up and dizzy on lust as if it were a drug— looking up at you with hooded sapphire eyes, clinging onto the reaction of his mouth working wonders across your hot flesh.

the crime boss abandons the cliffs of your collarbones, sloppily kissing down to your pebbled nipples as you grind down on his aching dick, back and forth and matching satoru’s toe curling pace— barely pulling out of your selfish little hole, dripping with liquid gold, adding a shine to his thighs under the dingy back light of his club and a wetness to your clothes. every stroke of his dick within the depths of your silken, ribbed walls earns you a lap from the tip of his tongue around your budding nipples and the same action rewards satoru with your arching back and a muffled whine.

“use me,” gojo let’s go of your saliva soaked breast with pop, before he near pleads as if he’s in court and insanity is the alibi to excuse all of his crimes— aching to be locked away in your pulsating warmth for all of time. there’s spit on his lips and chin, a fresh red tint glowing under his pale skin with the heat of his blood blush as he thrusts up and barely pulls back from the heaven between your thighs.

“wonderin’ how pretty you’ll look coming undone in this pretty little get up f’me, princess,” he pants, gaze dropping and fascinated by his milky cock disappearing into your fat pussy. “got all my attention now, don’t gotta fight someone over me— fuck,” drawling out his words, the man uses slender fingers to spread your netherlips apart, showing of the glaze of your arousal as it coats him to his hungry eyes.

he’s a powerfully pathetic man beneath you, grinding up against your salacious insides— jamming into your g-spot, and it makes you mad, it frustrates you how good gojo is able to make you feel even when he’s wounded your heart. 

“use me baby, come on. work those pretty little hips, make yourself feel good.” satoru’s cheeks flush a pretty pink; tongue soaked in his own spit as he glances up at you once more— panting like a wet, dirty dog and fucking up into you to his hearts content. using you for his own pleasure even after how he treated you today. you look so good like this, fuck, and gojo thinks about how lucky he is to have a girl like you want a man like him— no one else gets to watch strings of drool break away from the roof of your mouth each time you moan, no one else has pleasure of brutally jackhammering into you, letting you adjust to the stretch of him all up against you.

bouncing in your lover’s lap, you clench down hard until there’s a hiccup in the way he pounds at your puffy mound, and he chokes on a deep whine, blue eyes flickering down to where he pulls himself inside of you.. “really, mista g?” you sigh dreamily, hearts dotted like sparkles in your eyes as you cup his cheeks with one hand to keep his gaze on you and yanking the gun from the holster on his taut waist at the same time. “you really are so pathetic puddin’,” 

those same slender fingers on one of his large hands have bruising grip on your waist— the shape of satoru’s fingertips indented into your supple, blemished flesh before he lets go to flip a switch blade against your throat. “being in love with you makes me pathetic, angel?” there’s a gasp that lies wet on the seam of gojo’s lips, shaky as he peels his sweaty thighs away from yours and tugs his cock from your snugness of your oozing cunt before cantering forward and shoving it right up into your womb. the force makes both of you drool, the knife against your throat just nicking your smooth skin and your finger jumps to find the trigger of your gun. 

“go ahead, shoot me.” he goads your through gritted teeth, eyes bright with adrenaline and temptation. so you press the barrel of you weapon against the crime boss’ shining forehead and between moonlight coloured locks, letting satoru pacify himself with licking the trail of crimson dripping from your neck in the meantime. blood should be freezing in his veins, not the temperate prickle of euphoria slipping through his veins. you’re a killer, and that excites him, who knows what you’ll do to gojo if given the chance… if you didn’t love him like this. “dead or alive, this pussy’s mine. you’re mine. i’m yours.” 

you can hear the desperation caught in the ridges of gojo’s voice while he rocks himself into you feverishly, chest heaving as his pace turns erratic with excitement— and you’re the same, blood rushing through your your body carrying a stream of sex hormones and dopamine. “yeah?” you tilt your head with a sinister murmur, licking the salt from your lips, a murderously obsessed glint in your eye. “you’re mine, puddin’,” 

maybe you’re crazy; but that doesn’t matter to satoru, not when his heart beats hard against his rib cage in anticipation. “filthy fucking boy,” you simper. “i could kill you and you’d still be cumming like a dirty slut, huh puddin’?” if he really were to die here, he’d be happy, covered in everything that is you, stuffed inside the woman he loves.

then, you pull the trigger, doe eyes closed adrenaline ceasing your pulse for just a second and—

click. the gun doesn’t go off.

the sick smile gojo gives you is enough to cloud your brain, make you dizzier as he leans upwards to catch your lips in a messy, sloppy kiss— tongue pressing into your mouth, transferring the taste of iron onto your own. “see baby,” he spits along the seam of your mouth, connecting you by saliva there and by fat beads of precum between your sore thighs. gojo’s cock practically fights your selfish pussy to pull out, digging into your g-spot as you fall into a tune of creamy, sensual sex. the blade is still ice cold between your bodies, the man grazing the tip down your middle, over the swell of your meaty thighs… breaking skin shallowly as gojo draws shapes of love, hearts and his name over the tops of them.

the red blood liquid seeps between your legs, leaking from your fresh wounds, joining the slick at clings to your sexes. “does that hurt good angel, can i cut you up some more?” gojo is close to losing it over the mess where your bodies join, getting dizzy, wanting to pull more juices and whines from your pussy and sweet lips.

“shut up, toru,” but you pay no mind to the slight sting as if you’re used to it and you’re wistful when you look at him again, tears caught in your lashes despite how estatic you are. “you trust me?” gojo watches you squeal, leaning back in his seat as you pull your ass off of him, squeezing down on his creamy tip and overwhelming each one of his senses— blue eyes sent back into his skull. 

“mhm baby…with my life,” he slurs avidly, sounding like he’s barely there, clinging onto his existence for the ecstasy you have gojo in is driving him off of the walls. satoru pushes his head up against the barrel still in his face, with glinting eyes, keeping it there before he flops back against the couch, you nestle yourself on his chest— practically pounding yourself down on the curve of his girth, drooling honey down his shaft, juices catching on the purpling veins there. how can you not know? you are gojo’s life. 

a jack of all trades, his ace… his lucky fixation.

there’s a knock at the door, barely heard over the chorus of skin slapping on skin, the pap of your swollen mound while the crime boss churns up your insides until he’s in heaven. everything is so obscene, unholy sounds from your precious parts

tingling passionately in the air between you due to the crude mix of your bodily fluids. “well ya shouldn’t,” you growl with a bright blood lust in your veins, cocking your gun again. there’s no hesitation in your next moves, putting a bullet in the leg of the person entering only to disrupt you both with practiced ease. “‘m dangerous, honey.” 

the intruder hits the ground with a dull thud, which goes unheard under the sound of skin clapping against skin with no rhyme or rhythm— delirious and delectable moans bouncing off the walls.

seeing you effortlessly threaten someone’s life makes gojo’s dick throb deliciously inside of you. “don’t care angel. i’d let’cha fuck me up real pretty,” he laments dreamily over the weight of saliva pooling on his tongue, gaze honed in on where your bodies join, obsessing with how your puffy clit sticks to his pelvis every time he pulls out of your slick slit. “do anything you fucking want to me—“ 

with a roll of your eyes— you drag the gun back between your sex craved bodies and nudge it past satoru’s glossed lips, forcing it deeper into his mouth until it his uvula. “shut up, baby, ya talk way too much.” your voice is sweet, like honey running through the man’s ears but your expression is crazed, rabid as if hurting satoru only serves to turn you on more. or maybe it’s seeing a man so powerful, so feared just like him, sucking on a gun like he’s taking a cock down his throat— so obedient for someone so used to control. his pink tongue darts out to roll across the weapon, cool in gojo’s mouth despite how hot the air between your grinding, sweat slicked bodies pressed against one another. “you take it like a bitch, i know you can do better.” 

letting your head roll to the side, you thrust the gun deep into the hazy heat of satoru’s mouth in tune with your hips slamming down on his aching dick— plunging him as deep as he can go, as much as he can take without passing out on you. “you’re such a mess toru, s’embarrasing h-how much you want this,” you grin, somewhat sadistic, pussy gripping the man for dear life— despite the crude mix of arousal that lets you slide up and down his length so easily. “big bad satoru. mista g. the joker… swallowing down my gun like s’my cock.” you giggle, the condescending tone of your words has gojo’s mind spinning, pushing whatever leaks from his tip further into your puckered hole. 

gojo stubbles forward, gagging on the gun, coating it in his spit with his sapphire eyes crossed with a pink flush to his cheeks. “that’s it puddin’, fuck it.” you coo, hazy and impressed before you let your perfectly manicured finger slip over the trigger once more. “fuck me, this gun. like ya mean it, kay?” 

he’d do whatever you want if you asked him to, he’d rip stars from the sky— burn cities to ashes, line everyone who’s ever hurt you or lead you to this fucked up life on their knees and kill them off one by one if you needed him too. there wasn’t a person or thing that could stop gojo’s heart from following after your every move, keeping you by his side for all of time. 

keeping you stuffed full on his cock, your pussy frothing a bubbly white. between ravaging and feverish thrusts, the crime boss swipes a thumb over your pleasure nub, writing his name in calculated circles over it and smoothing obtuse globs of precum into it too. gojo barely flinches when the gun clicks with an empty shot, hardly breathing with his throat constricting around the barrel at your doing. 

liquid lust oozes down his balls as you pull the weapon from his mouth— watching the string of saliva that connects satoru to it. “s’kinda disgustin’ puddin’,” rolling your hips tantalisingly, you wrap your arms around gojo’s head to hug him to your chest in comfort— smiling as he gasps for air desperately. “how much you’d so f’me, you’re a mess.” 

“i love you,” satoru counters, trembling against your bosom, white ( though not pure ) hair sticking to your blistering skin. now it’s his turn. he whips his blade out once more; tearing through the sleeves of your pretty lingerie, making sure to pound you until his seed marks your insides and your swollen lips form that nice o-shape you make when you’re falling apart from pleasure. “told you angel, i’d do anything for you.” you gasp at the cold air hitting your skin, then mewl like a fucking pornstar at gojo’s mouth on your breast again— taking your puffy nipples between his teeth and rolling them. “make you feel good, make you see fuckin’ stars.” he looks up at you, so unlike the cool and collected mob boss he usually is and instead, a puppy desperate for your approval.

“if y-you’re that obsessed with m-me,” you squeal, wringing your hands in moonlight locks, every push and pull of satoru’s wet cock sending orgasmic shocks through his system. “then make me cum, s'humiliating how you haven’t yet, can’t you do anythin’. make yourself useful—“

the man doesn’t respond, using one hand to grab the fat at your ass to pull you up and down on him, holding you up so he can fuck you fast and hard— pressing close to your cervix while you gush like a river, face tingling with heat. “keep talkin’ like that baby,” he pleads, almost begging you for more…talking down on him only motivates satoru more, only makes him want to fuck you until he feels like he deserves the honour of bathing his dick in your juices. “makes me so fucking hard for you,” 

spinning the blade between his fingers on the other hand, he lets it cut into your flesh with careful affection at your collarbones— growling into the skin on your chest with a trail of sloppy kisses, fixated on the droplets of ruby that ooze from your new wound. his eager tongue slips over it, sucking on the taste of your iron blood, moaning at the taboo flavour. “fuck ‘toru, fuck me good. y’can do better than this,”  though he claws at your round ass to hold you in place, balls heavy with cum drumming against the peachy flesh, satoru slips out from just how fast he’s trying to pound you. “s’much cock ‘n ya don’t even know how t’fuckin’ use it.” 

useless, he’s so fucking useless and he can barely breathe— using his hold on you to drag your sloppy pussy over his cockhead, struggling to slip it back into with how shaky you both are. close to the edge, close to falling apart. “work with me angel, lemme fuck you again. lemme in, want this angel cunt so bad. adore it.” satoru pleads, bulbous and red tip prodding at your entrance with desire brewing heavy between you both in the sex tainted air. the couch breaks beneath you with the weight of your bump and grind, smearing precum and blood about the place. 

“that’s it… oh fuck me, open up f’me angel, pussy so good, you’re so fucking good to me,” the man drawls; listening to the way your pussy peels away from his soaked thighs with a sticky noise as he tries to sink back into your ribbed, silken walls. gojo flips the knife between hands, carving shapes of love into your blemished, soft skin. a heart against your ass, his initials under your breast— whatever you allow him to do, blood soiling through the pale blue of your darling outfit. and fuck if the crimson colour doesn’t make you shine. “s-shit! there we fuckin’ go.” 

like a fallen angel, carrying the sins of satoru gojo’s crimes on tone blood soaked wings. 

using two fingers, you gather the nasty mix of your mixed arousals and the droplets of your blood— pushing the digits into the crime boss’ mouth and pressing down on his tongue. “y’talk so much shit for someone who can barely make a girl cum, puddin’,” you stutter out, tail end of your words falling into a high pitched moan as gojo fills you up once more in one fail swoop. he bullies his way right up to your womb— clit grinding against your lover’s hip bone painted with your sweet scented juices. “oh baby, r-right there!” you exclaim, but the crime lord can’t tell if it’s from you being so full once more, or because of the cute heart he carves into your inner thigh. 

but no matter how much you keep up the act, gojo knows your body like the back of his hand— he knows what you like, how you adore his tongue running between your two fingers like he’s slurping on your puffy folds, nudging it’s pink tip over your darling clit. you shove your digits deeper, lifting and dropping your abused, raw cunt down on the man like your life depends on it— light headed from blood loss and desire. satoru’s cockhead burns past your entrance in tune with your fingers in his mouth, sucking the taste of iron and honey from them— soaking himself in your warmth before he slams up into you. 

he only lets you ruin him and his image because he loves you, because he can’t stand to picture you with another man like toji— because being a man of his calibre he knows that he needs to be brought down a notch. “you’re so pretty,” gojo heaves, building up the momentum inside you— pushing himself so deep that he brushes your cervix and the springs in the couch start to break. “don’t know what i was thinking lettin’ toji touch you. you’re so pretty, down here too— fuck!” he groans deep, when your fingers leave his mouth. his jaw is sore but he’s too fucked out to care. 

the both of you are in a daze, and satoru is so sweet unlike his usual cruel self— blissed out beneath you. “am i pretty enough to die for, puddin’?” you ask him through ragged breaths— throwing your head back as gojo leans forward with a craving for the salt on your skin, licking a trail through the red that stains between your breaths. the lewd sucking bounces off the walls, harmonising with the squelch of your pussy that squirts copious amounts of nectar every time his balls clap against you. somehow, through the maze of your limbs you grab at the discarded gun and point it to the back of your skull— pressing your forehead against your lover’s. “are you scared baby? worried i might kill is both.” 

gojo doesn’t fear death. 

and of course you are— but gojo can’t find it in himself to answer you just yet; since your body jerks with stimulation and your cunt flutters around him, acting as the tell tale signs that your orgasm is approaching. he surges forward, sinful mouth locking with yours in a slow kiss— teeth and tongue clashing, his canines sinking into your lower lip enough to draw blood. 

“angel… please,” gojo’s hips stutter, his heart rate skyrocketing, cock white with the creamy ring your pussy froths at the base. “please..” he loses his grip on the switch blade, the frosty feeling metal nestled between your throats, pressed up against vital veins and pressing into your skin just enough to draw more blood. 

“c’mon mista ‘g? why so serious? smile a little,” you say hoarsely— forcing the man to grin with your fingers pulling at the corners of his bloody lips. “smile ‘n answer for me, my little joker. would you die for me?” you’re choking out his cock, milking it for dear life and threatening to put a bullet through both of your skulls and satoru gojo’s never been more turned on by it— sprinting towards his high.

he tears up, nodding his head, dropping his weapon to wrap his arms around your waist while pulling you down onto his cock and keeping you there— barely letting you off of it.

“i’d die for you; a million times over.” 

and for the last time that night, you pull the trigger. 

and again, it’s another blank. 

fear and adrenaline sparks at your mind, only heightening the sensitivity of your bodies close to orgasm… and that’s all it takes to throw both of you over the edge, falling a limp mess of blood, cum and spit, smoke and knife wounds in one another’s arms as white flashes behind your eyes. the knots in your stomach snap, sloppy cunt streaming clear with your release as a loud, dirty moan tears in the ridges of your throat. “p-puddin’! s-satoru!” you cry out sinfully, and gojo follows suit, losing his words and all ties to any form of sanity. 

“f-fuck angel, gonna cum. gonna finally fucking fill you up, just how you want— gonna be useful.” satoru mumbles, spilling into you as you squirm in his lap during your own comedown. “c-cummin’! fucking hell.” his seed coats your inner walls with thick white, so much of him flooding your womb that he’s forced out of you, smearing the rest of the opaque, viscous seed against your sore and fleshy thighs.

still releasing in spurts, satoru pulls out from your heat— both of you sighing in content while his cum pools in your tiny hole, his tip nudging against the heart on your inner, leaking against it sweetly. “i love you puddin’,” gojo hears you mumble over the static in his brain, your voice drowsy and sweet. “you’re mine, kay? no one else can have me but you.” 

and just like you say, every little bit of the man is yours— because no matter who marks who, satoru gojo would put his life on the line for you no matter the situation. 

it was his innate will, part and parcel of his obsession with you. 

for who was the joker, without his harley quinn.

[daydreams-after-dark]

Innie / Hyunjinnie | fem!skz universe

This theme may not be for everyone, but every now and then my mind wanders into the garden of the fem!skz universe and they do things to me (I do things to them - not sure). I'm personally obsessed with fem!hannie (see here and here) because she can be both needy and desperate, and also very demanding and dominant. But I have some thoughts on some of the other members too.

↳ fem!innie

fem!innie is a sophisticated bitch but with an air of indifference and a hint (a smidge… and it’s fake btw) of innocence about her. Tall, slender with long hair and a killer smile. She turns heads everywhere she goes. Boys and girls try to flirt with her but she isn’t interested. She just dismisses them with a smile and a wave of her hand. They usually think she’s saving herself for the right lover.

fem!innie who once she lets someone in her bedroom they see a switch flip. The innocent demeanor is replaced with a dominant, controlling woman.

In the boudoir or dungeon fem!innie wears leather lingerie. She ties you to the bed, gags you, and says the meanest things. Fem!innie loves to edge the fuck out of you until you’re crying for release. And she’ll laugh manically like it’s the most fun thing ever.

She uses riding crops on you to get your skin all welted. She’ll slap your pussy or balls… and then fuck you with the handle. She’ll dig her fingers into your skin until you bruise. She’s unghinged!

If you’re a guy, fem!inne will ride your cock wildly. But don’t you dare cum before her, or in her. You have you wait until she climaxes first. Then she’ll get off your dick and leave the the room, leaving you in tears. Eventually she’ll release you from your binds… but that’s the only release you’ll get.

If you’re a woman, fem!innie loves to overstimulate you. Im talking eat you out and finger fuck you with her long fingers (that she has coffin shaped nail extensions on). She won’t stop until you’ve cum 5 times… all while she’s riding your face. You’ll be crying and begging her to stop. But she won’t. Not until she’s finished playing with you.

fem!innie loves it when you surprise her with your own dominance. She loves the fight. A slap across her face makes her pussy clench. Call her a “fucking slut” and she’ll grind on your leg. And if you manage to tie her up and fuck her cunt with that riding crop of hers, she’ll be fantasizing about it for weeks while she plays with herself.

↳ fem!hyunjinnie

fem!jinnie is a complex little lady, although many don’t realise. They thinks she’s easy and usable to get their rocks off. All the men at the gentleman’s club where she works agrees she’s the perfect little pet. Some say she’s submissive and timid, others say she’s a fucking brat who needs teaching a lesson. Others say she knows exactly what to do to please a man. Some say she’s a good little cocksleeve that lets you tear up her cunt and throat repeatedly.

it’s because fem!hyunjinnie is a chameleon. She becomes whatever you need her to be. You need her to deep throat you? She’s your girl. You need her to take two cocks at once? Easy. You want her let you ride her face and grind your pussy on those plush lips of hers? She’ll lap you up like a starved woman.

For the most part fem!hyunjinnie loves it all. She’s super sexual. She’s into guys, girls, group sex, gangbangs, all female group sex with lots of toys. She even participates in a sex show where you can pay to watch her fuck someone. Fem!hyunjinnie really loves putting on a show. She loves the expensive lingerie and designer clothes she’s gifted from the older, richer men too.

Fem!jinnie is caught off guard when she meets you and you want to get to know the real her. She almost cries when you ask her what she wants you to do to pleasure her. No ones ever really taken the time to ask her that.

Fem!jinnie realises she loves soft sensual sex to start with. A gentle massage, maybe some body chocolate dribbled on her and you lick it off her body? Maybe she asks you to eat her out. You love to spend a good hour down there bringing her orgasm after orgasm.

fem!jinnie who bravely asks you to wear a strap and slowly make love to her, and then she’ll do the same to you.

fem!jinnie eventually begs you to get rough and fuck her so hard she can’t walk for days. She’s even gotten you to spank her for being a naughty girl.

fem!jinnie loves that she doesn’t have to “perform” when she’s with you… but… she sometimes sneaks you back to one of the rooms at the club and gives you a special performance just for you.

One time fem!jinnie took you to an art gallery and snuck you into a dark alcove just to finger fuck you until your juices were dripping all over her hand.

fem!jinnie is adventurous, multifaceted, extremely giving, but all she wants is someone to love her for who she is underneath.

[jaxteller87]

the nightgown

I strolled through the mall with Amber by my side, casually glancing at the storefronts as we 

passed. It was Friday, and I was looking forward to some time away from the club after a hellish week. 

The air was filled with the scent of various perfumes, hot pretzels, and those Orange Juilius drinks that 

had recently started to grow on me. We browsed a few windows before making our way into the 

lingerie store. I felt my face getting red at the sight of some of the poster models, and out of the corner 

of my eye, I saw a mischievous smile playing on Amber’s lips. 

“Like what you see, Teller?” she punched my arm. 

“Ow! I was just imagining what these outfits would look like on you,” I said. That was the truth, 

too, whether she believed me or not. 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she punched me again. 

It was clear she did, in fact, NOT believe me. 

She started sifting through the racks, selecting a mix of items that ranged from playful to 

practical. As she explored, my eyes locked onto this daring, see-through ensemble that screamed 

Amber, or so I thought. It was as if the fabric itself whispered secrets of the night. I could already 

imagine her in it— and out of it – if you catch my drift. 

“That one?” she said, almost sounding grossed out by the idea. 

Her hesitation caught me off guard, and a playful chuckle escaped my lips. “Why not?” 

She was fixated on the small, revealing, silky nightgown. She studied it hard, running her fingers 

over the smooth, cool material. To my surprise, she looked back at me with a sorrowful stare, and I 

noticed Amber tracing her fingers across her stomach with her other hand, where her scars were. “I 

mean, it is nice,” she finally said. 

This was a side of Amber I hadn’t seen before – vulnerable and self-conscious. I could tell it was 

making her uncomfortable to be right there in the center of the store, debating such a thing. Either way, 

I was determined to show her how beautiful she was, flaws and all, so I decided to make the purchase in 

secret. I gestured to the clerk to keep it quiet, and she carefully placed the lingerie in a small gift bag just 

around the desk. When we were ready to leave, I scooped it up on our way out the door. 

That evening, to say I was a bit eager to set the stage for our private rendezvous would have 

been an understatement. Candles flickered, casting a romantic glow around the room. I played some of 

that soft rock Amber likes and made sure to have the champagne on ice. I couldn’t wait to see her 

unwrap the gift I got her. But I was even more excited to unwrap her once she was wearing it. 

“Jax, you went back and got that nighty, didn’t you?” Amber smirked, rolling into the bedroom. 

“You saw nothing,” I laughed, quickly hiding the bag behind my back. 

“Jax,” she sighed, rolling closer to me. 

“Amber, sweetheart, what’s going on?” I asked, concerned, as I sat down on the bed and picked 

her up, placing her in my lap. 

“You never had problems letting me see your body before,” I remarked. 

“With all my other lingerie, you can’t see anything. But with the see-through nighty, you can see 

everything – my scars, my belly rolls. I wouldn’t feel sexy,” my wife sighed, resting her forehead on mine 

as we sat on the bed. 

“Well, you’re wrong. You are going to look like the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, 

okay?” I smiled, kissing my wife’s forehead. 

“If you say so,” she chuckled. 

“I know so,” I chuckled, running my fingers through my wife’s hair. 

After a nice spaghetti dinner prepared by Amber, we finally got to tune back into our life and 

out of club business, if even just for the night. This would be the first time in almost a whole month that 

we had eaten together. We enjoyed a candlelit meal that tasted fantastic and topped it off with some 

ice cream and champagne. 

“Dinner was wonderful, Teller. Thank you,” Amber beamed as she helped with the dishes. 

A little bit later, I was coming out of the bathroom in grey sweatpants, and there she was, lying 

on the bed in the see-through nightgown. I was right; my wife looked fucking amazing. 

“Are you blushing?” I chuckled, walking over to the bed. 

“Yes, I’m blushing. Do you see me?” she squeaked, blushing even more. 

“I do see you, Amber Lynn, and you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” I smiled 

warmly, taking Amber’s face in my strong hands. 

“I love you, Jackson,” Amber whispered, kissing my lips softly. We tenderly massaged each 

other’s tongues together as I removed my clothes. Kissing me down my neck, to my chest, and then my 

stomach— Amber placer her hand just below my throat, encouraging me to lay back. I closed my eyes as 

I felt her gently lick me just below my belly button. I felt my cock starting to throb, which is when Amber 

took it in her hands and gently kissed the tip of it. 

“Oh, babe,” my breath shuttered. I looked down at my wife, watching her swirl her tongue over 

the head of my penis. 

“Does that feel good?” she giggled. 

“That feels better than good—” 

“Does it?” she giggled again. 

“That feels amazing,” I pulled her up on top of me we began making out. A few minutes after 

that, I playfully pushed her back on the bed, climbing on top of Amber carefully spreading her legs so I 

could lay in between them. As I lay on top of her, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, I looked 

into her beautiful green eyes. Smiling, I gently ran my finger across her cheek. “There is nothing I desire 

more on this planet than you.” 

“Then have me,” she moaned, pushing her hips against mine. I felt my cock pulsate as I slowly 

pushed it inside Amber. Feeling how wet she had become during our make-out session forced my dick to 

throb uncontrollably. “Oh, big papa,” she shuttered. 

“You feel so good.” I sat back, and with myself still inside her, I pulled her onto my lap. 

“Oh, fuck!” her voice cracked as she slid all the way down to the base of my penis. 

“There’s my naughty girl,” I chuckled, nibbling on Ambers earlob. 

“Yes! Oh fuck! Don’t stop! Just like that! Yes! Yes!” she whimpered as we rocked and grinded. 

“Big papa!” she panted into my ear, digging her fingers into my shoulder blades. 

“You like it when big papa fucks you like this?” 

I waited for an answer, but all she did was moan uncontrollably. I gave it to her just as hard as I 

ever did before, and by the time we were finished, neither of us had anything left. 

“I’m going to need some time to recuperate after that,” Amber chuckled, resting her head on 

my shoulder. 

“Of course, of course,” I traced my fingers across the top of her back. “What are you thinking, 

like 10, 20 minutes?” 

She playfully slapped my chest, “Boy, you wish you could handle this again in 20 minutes.” 

She was right. We had finished a little while ago, and my dick was still more than half hard. 

“Yeah, no kidding.” 

“How do you think Tig does it?” she asked, “I heard Ope talking about the time you guys went to 

Tijuana, and Tig ended up on that bus of burlesque dwarven dancers. Did he really have sex with all of 

them?” 

“All eleven of’em. And there wasn’t no one on that run that would say otherwise. But tell me 

this,” I reared my head back, “were you thinking about Tig banging a busload of midgets the entire time 

we were makin’ love? 

“How mad would you be if I was?” she gave me that shit-eating grin she always does when she’s 

fucking with me. 

“Well, I guess if that’s what does it for ya,” I started kissing her neck again, “besides, if thinking 

of Tig plugging a busload of tiny dancers makes you fuck like you just did, then please think about it 

every time.” 

“Okay, this joke went too far,” she giggled as I sucked on her neck. 

“Just be glad you weren’t there,” I teased. She wrapped her arms around me and looked deeply 

into my eyes. 

“Jax, you make me feel like the most gorgeous and desirable woman on the planet.” 

“Good,” I chuckled, my hands gently rubbing the sides of her breasts and giving them a firm 

squeeze. “And your tits looked fantastic in this, too,” I added. 

“Teller,” she blushed, nuzzling into my neck. 

“What? It’s true,” I laughed. “Aren’t you glad I got this for you?” 

“Of course I’m glad, but I think you bought this more for yourself than for me,” she placed her 

hands on my chest and slowly ran her fingers down my sides. 

“Yeah, you might be right about that,” I agreed, “but admit it, you like it too.” 

“I love it, baby,” she kissed me tenderly. 

Before we settled down for the night, I handed Amber a drink of water. “Thank you,” she smiled, 

passing the empty glass back to me and giving my beard a gentle scratch. 

“My pleasure.” 

“Tonight has been wonderful,” she burrowed into my arms and got cozy. 

“Every moment with you is wonderful, my love,” I smiled back, and we drifted off to sleep. 

[aizawabemyhusband]

keigo and you

MINORS DNI NSFW UNDER CUT

Disclaimer: black reader in mind Afab! Reader Sir and daddy kink reader calls Keigo ‘bubba’ breeding kink overstim kink creampie

Keigo not only No. 2 hero but your husband by three years was a very busy man but he always made time for you no matter what, you are the light of his life.

Tonight he was off he went to the convenience store for movie night little did he know you were on edge so you went to the bed room and put on lingerie for him he was in for a treat.

“Baby I’m home with the stuff for movie night I have your favorites!.”Keigo called while taking his shoes of and putting his keys where they belonged.

He expected you to be on the couch waiting for him with your cat Luna but she was fast asleep in her canopy Keigo flew upstairs to find you on the bed with the most innocent lingerie on he realized what he had done.

You were horny while he was gone on his three week trip for the agency he looked your beautiful body up and down and felt guilt pool in his chest “were … were you waiting for me?.” He said his guilt hitting hard as ever.

“Yes Keigo . It didn’t make it better that I can’t touch myself when you’re gone so please fuck me with your tongue I need you.” You said tears daring to stain your cheeks “baby don’t cry I’ll take care of you I promise” Keigo said walking over to you

He took the Lacey panties off when he saw your wetness he felt his pants tighten he immediately put his mouth to work one hand goes to work fingering your hole and the other playing with your nipples “Sh-shit bubba please wanna’ cum please.” You whined you and Keigo both knew under the right circumstances you cum fast especially when Keigo uses his mouth.

without words he sends you over the edge not stopping and that’s the first orgasm of the night then comes the second and the third overstimulated you you curse out “f-fuuck kei w-want your cock p-please?.” Your legs shake and you stumble Over words Keigo gets up “ Of course you can my princess!.” He says happy to give you his cock and please you “And from now on if you need to touch yourself and I’m gone text me.” “Yes sir” You say desperate for him deep inside of you he strips himself down “want me to fill you with my seed baby shoot my cum in your pussy?.”he says lining himself with your entrence you gush at his words “ yes daddy want you to fill my pussy till I can’t take anymore of your cum.” He obliges giving you a rough pace your lewd noises mix you guys creampie twice after care was even better cuddles kisses and hoping that you get pregnant.

the end!

Authors note: no joke my I’m so happy this is my longest smut! Please repost and tag!

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Only Forever 007

Originally posted by byunvoyage

How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?

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networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net

pairing — Baekhyun x You

word count — 1.6k

genre — model! baekhyun, playboy! baekhyun, friends to lovers! romance, angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

[ This chapter contains: the start of something more 😇🤭✨ ]

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Chapter 7

Let go of any hesitation

“After all of that,” Shea’s patient voice drifts through your computer speakers, “he asks you on a date?” She raises an elegant eyebrow.

“A date?” May repeats and freezes mid paint stroke. She turns to face the webcam with a loud gasp, her gray eyes sparkling in delight. “He asked you on a date?~”

Even at your big age, you manage to blush as you nod in agreement with their words. Their surprised expressions do nothing to help the steadily climbing heat of your cheeks.

“He did,” May claps with glee, her squeal too high-pitched to carry properly over the call line. “Oh-M-Gee, he did! He totally did!”

“Are you going?” you hear Shea ask as you move to reorganize your closet for the tenth time today. Not like you are nervous about how the date will go per se.

Ha ha ha…

Okay, maybe you are freaking out.

“Yes,” you throw over your shoulder, elbow-deep in the secret box you keep at the back of your closet for occasions like this—

You pause at the butterflies fluttering around your stomach. Then again, you have never had an occasion like this. None of your past relationships were with people who knew you for more than 2 months, let alone anyone else who managed to reach best friend status. At this point in your life, you are content with the close-knit friend group that you have right now. Resilient Shea, reliable May, and (relentless-) Baekhyun are all that you need.

Maybe that’s why they never last…

On that note, you carefully pull out the lingerie set you think Baekhyun would like the most and hang it up inside one of your zip-up hoodies as discreetly as possible, tuning back into the conversation.

“Day? Time? Place?” Shea asks in a rapid session, forever the most organized friend of your group.

“Friday, 10pm,” you pause, your heart racing faster when you don’t have an answer for the last question. “I… have no idea.” Just where will Baekhyun be taking you?

“The three C’s,” Shea reminds you, stopping your rising panic right in its tracks.

May nods seriously, her paintbrush drawing a smooth curve down the length of her canvas. “Comfy, Casual, and Classy~” she chimes in.

A grateful smile and a look of relief form on your face. God, you love your friends.

♡—♡-♡—♡—♡-♡—♡

You arrive at the designated place Baekhyun told you to meet him at—a small park tucked behind a quiet shopping district. There are barely any people on this side of the city at this time of night, the sun has set hours ago. You smooth down your clothes while waiting for Baekhyun. After an hour of a heated debate with your friends, all three of you chose a two-piece, peach-colored outfit that complimented your skin.

Comfy? Mostly. Casual? Debatable. Classy? Well… your ass isn’t hanging out so—

The top is a lace-up, backless, corset-style crop top and the bottom of it is a matching, double-slit mini skirt. The outfit makes you feel pretty, especially with the single leather garter belt strap that Shea convinced you to add for a finishing touch. The way the strap attached to the leather band around your upper thigh can only be seen from certain angles under your skirt is just that little extra touch of daring confidence that you need to see Baekhyun tonight. You wrap a light, cream-colored jacket around yourself as you wait for him though. The weather is warm, yet standing alone in this outfit makes you a bit anxious.

What’s taking him so long…? You wonder, checking your phone for the time. The bright light illuminating the screen makes you flinch, squinting to read the small digits. 10:05. Okay, not too bad. He’s ‘fashionably’ late. You inwardly roll your eyes with a fond smile, remembering that time Baekhyun told you about the habits of everyone in the fashion industry. Your normally super punctual best friend has developed this habit as well, apparently.

Best friend… you wince as that phrase echoes around your mind, a sense of unease washing over you when you remember your… current situation. You still haven’t managed to have that important conversation with Baekhyun—but that’s fine, right? It’s alright. Baekhyun is your best friend; he knows you. You trust that man with your life. Surely, you can trust him with your heart as well. More than 15 years of friendship has to count for something, right? Right.

You check the time again, tapping your high-top sneakers on the ground. Has it been 5 more minutes since the last time you checked already? Well, this definitely narrows down the options of where you will be going with Baekhyun tonight. You can list on one hand how many places will be open at this time of night, considering that Friday nights are usually the start of the weekend.

A gentle breeze blows, cooling down your overheated skin: the result of your nerves more than the warm August air itself. You look up at the few stars visible in the sky tonight, squinting against the city’s smog to admire the twinkling balls of lights hundreds and thousands of light years away. The sight brings a soft smile to your face while the wind blows through your hair, carrying the scent of rich cinnamon.

Wait a minute.

“Hey,” A familiar deep voice floats into your ears. Voilà! Baekhyun is finally here! He stands across from you at the entrance of the park with his hands shoved in his pockets. 

“Hi,” you smile a bit shyly, tucking a rebellious lock of hair behind your ear before accepting his hug. His warm embrace and his familiar hint of vanilla scent make your heart race. Oh god, please don’t tell me he can feel that. If he knew how down bad you are already, you would never live it down. You follow Baekhyun to his sleek black Audi, smiling bashfully when he opens the passenger door for you. The way his brown eyes reflect the red interior lights makes your heart stutter, especially when he flashes you that million dollar smile. You quickly slip into the passenger seat and strap your seatbelt, watching him close the car door and walk around the front of the car to climb into the driver’s seat. 

“Sorry for the wait, our meeting ran over schedule,” Baekhyun explains over the ding of the car door. He left the key in the ignition and the engine running while he came to greet you, it seems. Baekhyun clicks his own seatbelt into place before resting his left hand on the steering wheel and driving away from the park. Now that he is focused on the road, you can admire him in peace—until he reaches a red light, anyway.

Baekhyun is wearing a black button down shirt that emphasizes his stunning shoulder to waist to hip body ratio. He has the first few buttons undone, as per usual when he is off of work. You can just see a flash of a thin silver chain around his neck. His shirt is tucked snuggly into a pair of navy blue slacks, the same navy color as the blazer you can see hung up in the back of the car from the rearview mirror. His normally messy black hair is parted in the middle, smoothed down by a hint of hair gel.

“How was your week?” he asks, glancing over at you. The passing city lights cast stunning colors over his sparkly brown eyes. The warmth within his amber gaze makes your cheeks flush in the air-conditioned car.

“It was good,” you smile, smoothing down your skirt as you shift your legs to the side. Your heart jumps when you catch his brown eyes tracking the movement. “I finally got the hang of balancing school and work this semester. How was yours?”

Your question makes Baekhyun groan in exaggeration. He stops the car when he reaches a red light and leans his head back on the headrest of his seat in a dramatic manner. You listen to him recount the frustrating photoshoots and dragging commercials he had to complete that week for the rest of the ride to your destination, the soft tunes of quiet R&B music accompanying his soothing voice in the background. These are the moments that you love the most; just you and him as the rest of the world fades away.

“We’re here,” Baekhyun perks up after what seems like 5 minutes later, turning off the engine of the car. You look out of the window at the building in front of you with wide eyes. It’s an upscale lounge; the one that you have had your eye on for the past few weeks. The high reviews spoke of live music, heartfelt poetry nights, and plenty of drinks to enjoy around a comfortable sitting area. This lounge in particular has a VIP section on the top floor as well.

You look up at Baekhyun in awe when he opens your passenger door. He looks at you with those amber eyes, holding out his hand to you. Your heart flutters at the invitation. As you place your hand in his, all you can ask yourself is one question: are you ready to dive in?

“You ready?” Baekhyun asks as if reading your mind. His brown eyes sparkling brighter than the scattered stars above and his little smile warmer than the sun.

Your eyes light up before you softly squeeze his hand, stepping out of the car to join him. “Let’s go.”

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Did I stay up late the weekend before school started back up to finish this dang chapter? Yes, yes I did.

The reason why it took so long, you ask? I went through the 5 stages of grief trying to figure out how to continue the rest of the story. But now I got the plot by the neck so we are good!

Updates will be random as usual because school + touching grass + sleep + I want to build a natural steady update schedule again one day. So for now, I will say that Only Forever will get another chapter(s) before the year is over 🌊💝

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Canyou do a 179 Crescent Street Boobie headcanon please 🥺

Yes, of course! I miss talking about my boys! I love talking about boobs!

I'm gonna go overboard with this and cover three things:

Ass or tits?

Preferences?

Opinion on nice lingerie?

Do I need to put a content warning on this? Like? The whole thing is going to be about boobs. Ok it's going to be mostly about boobs. Ye be warned...

@fvckinghenrycavill @deandoesthingstome @keanureevesisbae @ylva-syverson @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn

We can all see that GIF up above. We know how Mikey treats titties. He's 100% a boobs kinda guy.

Does he have preferences? Of course he does! He'd prefer if they were boobs, attached to a cute girl (Dani), naked, and in his hands. Or mouth. Or both.

Big, small, somewhere in between? The owner is going to see every bit they don't like about 'em and he's just going to see boobies. And boobies are good.

Don't waste your money on expensive lingerie to impress him. Spend your money on expensive lingerie because you want to. But don't be disappointed if he maybe looks at it for the duration of however long it takes him to open that goddamn bra clasp. He would also never give a girl lingerie as a gift. Why would he willingly participate in covering up what's most precious to him?

Want to wear that low-cut top to a party? Is he going to be there? Are you going out with this idiot? Then reconsider! Hide those puppies away in public, because Mike is Mike, and you might end up far more naked in a supply closet than you initially planned on.

This idiot will also just happily appreciate other sets present in the room - if you catch my absolutely not cryptic at all drift here. There's nothing to worry about, though, he's really just enjoying the view.

First things first, August is an ass-man. Not that he doesn't appreciate a pair of nice boobs, though. He's a dude, of course he does! You just won't catch him in an inappropriate staring-contest with anyone's cleavage.

Well, maybe Angie's, but that's because she's in his lap and they're just right there. Where else is he supposed to look?

That's why he isn't necessarily picky when it comes to shape or size. Now, a nice set of expensive lace really makes everything a bit more interesting. It doesn't have to be lace, either. It can be mesh. Or satin. Or probably leather or latex, that doesn't matter. Nice things come in nice packaging. And don't you dare think you'll be taking it off during sex, either.

It's a good thing Angie's parents are loaded and she has a generous allowance, because otherwise all of his hard (and illicitly) earned money would disappear in a heartbeat so he could spoil her with nice things he'd like to see her in.

Also an ass-guy but definitely not one to shun a nice pair of sweater stretchers. (I'll see myself out for the use of that description.) His hands, however, will always find their way to where his heart truly lies: your butt.

Only cover 'em up with something pretty if that brings out the confidence to give him a lap dance, otherwise he's just going to take it off as soon as he can. And then he'll touch your butt. Like... A lot.

He loves to take a nap with his head on your chest, though. It's nice and soft - even though he has a slight preference for smaller titties, and he just really needs a nap.

Does Geralt like boobs? Yes. Provided they're attached to Solveig. You honestly couldn't even pay him to fake an interest in any other pair. In the boobs vs. butt debate, he'll say it depends on the girl, though. There's always one he slightly prefers over the other. (On Sol, it's boobs.)

Now, if he were single (Sally, Charlie, calm down) he wouldn't be picky about shape or size, but it would be nice if they weren't excruciatingly sensitive... As we know, Geralt struggles with the concept of 'gentle'.

The whole idea of 'lingerie' is something he considers teasing. It's just something that's in the way. Would he buy it for you? Sure, if you really wanted it. He knows he'll have a better night if you feel pretty. Whatever you're wearing, though, make sure it's either sturdy, or expendable, because he'll practically tear it off - but he'll let you wear your heels.

We know Napoleon appreciates art - and what are women if not the most exquisite works of art? He's not on team ass, he's not on team boobs. (Ok, he's on team ass in the sense that he can be an ass at times.) But that sure doesn't stop him from appreciating it all thoroughly.

Leon likes a woman in lingerie - it adds something for him, for sure, and it's not just the excitement of unwrapping a lovely present.

What's more is that he loves seeing you in things he picked out for you - not to worry. He has good taste. At least you know your sets will match, right? (Cheesy movie reference, whazzup!) He'll gladly take you shopping and buy you all the things he likes on you. They coincidentally also make your ass look phenomenal and make the twins look to die for.

It's tits > ass for Charles, although he wishes it was the other way around, because it's easier to check out a woman's ass without getting slapped in the face - which happens, from time to time, but he just can't help himself. Some cleavages are so mesmerizing... Also, chances are that if you're slapping him in the face for staring, he'll be getting even by spanking you later that night, when he's successfully talked you into bed.

In public - and covered up - it's mostly the exceptionally (back-pain inducing, probably) big ones that attract his attention, but once clothes come off, there's no sign of any preference.

It's good acting on his part, because while all boobs are lovely, he sure doesn't think they're all equal. By now, he's sampled campus thoroughly enough to be completely confident in the assessment that 'great' vs. 'good' boobs depends on way more criteria than just size. And in the end... They're all boobs.

He has a casual appreciation for a nice matching set, but he likes to watch 'em bounce too much to let you keep it on. Unless it's a quicky in a bathroom stall, of course.

When it comes to the age old question 'ass or tits?', Sy really doesn't discriminate. He's very much of the 'all boobs are good boobs' persuasion. That being said, he does like 'em big. Man's from Texas, after all. It also helps that he loves bigger girls in general. In his defense; he has big hands and they're grabby.

Is he going to pass up a chance to get laid by a pretty girl because she has small boobs? Of course not! He'd be shooting himself in the foot, right? So he's not fussy, and he'll love your chest no matter what it looks like.

That being said, if you're blessed with an exceptionally sizeable rack, be prepared to be asked if he can titty fuck you. And let's face it, we'd all say yes to that in a heartbeat. Not in a disrespectful way - is there a respectful way to ask this? I'm not even sure - he's just always kinda want to try it. (Although you're fairly sure he uses that as an excuse to veil his slightly eccentric request.)

Unlike Mike, he cares about your underwear. Not a lot, but still. There's no way it's not coming off before he nails you, but the right set can definitely turn him on like crazy.

Much like Mike, however, this man cannot be trusted around low-cut tops in public. He'll be talking to your chest all night, and chances are you're not going to make it home before his face inevitably winds up in your cleavage.

This guy is not looking at your chest. Can you two have an interesting conversation, play a musical instrument, do you read, can you name three German composers from the baroque era? Those are the important things to him.

Distracting this one is difficult enough, and a pair of breasts just isn't going to be enough. That's not to say he doesn't like them - although several instances at the bar had the guys believing otherwise. For a minute, they suspected he was gay, or something, because every time someone went 'Damn, check out the rack on that one!' he just shrugged.

Now, Elena can testify to the fact that he's not so indifferent when it comes to a more hands-on scenario. As it turns out, breasts look better when nothing's covering them, bonus points if he gets to touch them. Then - and only then - they can be quite alluring, as a matter of fact.

At the moment, he's a little too worked up over all the new experiences to care about underwear, but once he gets the hang of things... Who knows...

[celabi]

Ok but that trans scara ask the other day....

Imagine poor scummy!scara with a trans reader it never dulls his obsession ofc, because he's so love sick. Imagine him getting his hands dirty because somebody said something transphobic to you or him worshiping your body just to reaffirm that he doesn't care that you're trans and that he simply adores your body! He definitely day dreams about, poor little amabs reader's cock and wanting to dress them up in the most frilly lingerie all while they're sobbing because he's simply worshiping it! Since he found out she was trans he started to train his gag reflex just so he could deepthroat you to give you more pleasure he likes how your cock makes his throat so full almost like your cock was simply made for his throat!

Im sorry if this is a bit long <3

👀👀👀👀 hello wow!!2!&/$/ it’s not too long, dw!

Lmaooo we had him trying to train how long he could hold his breath to have afab sit on his face for longer— and now he probably shoves bananas into his mouth and down his throat so he can stuff his face full your cock and try to impress you!! 🥺🫶 He gets super embarrassed when doing it, but doesn’t let that stop him, because he knows that the end result will benefit you both, and make you feel good.

He’s so!1!1??2$ he makes sure that no one will dare say anything mean abt his trans gf ever again now that he’s with her. Psh he’s like a guard dog but 10x worse, because he knows that you’re more open to bullying. But even then, most of the time, people get so weirded out by him that they just don’t bother to come up and say anything anymore. A wins a win 🤷‍♀️

He probably found out you were trans when he was spying on you one night, and you had just gotten ready to shower and he sees a dick where your vagina would be and he goes like “ah…oh?…uh… okay… look how pretty she is 🥺” and zooms in on his binoculars, that or you told him idk 😭😭😭