#didn’t like how it ended but I want to go the fuck to bed so

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for @koolio312

A/N: Thank you so much for the commission! This is lowkey a follow up to “Kidnapped by the dragon”, so maybe read that one before reading this. Sorry I didn’t feel like the dragon POV would fit this plot, but I hope you like this as much as I do, it ended up being so fucking intimate, I’m surprised with myself.

Request: It's Time to fuck the Dragon. Please gimme a Male Dragon x Fem Reader story. And maybe, just maybe, stress the immense size difference. I feel like that's par for course but, I had to say it. It could be from either point of view, but I think from the dragons would be the most interesting in this situation. + MAYBE, just maybe. Some psychic mental foreplay to go with it? Little bit of special dragon powers if you know what I mean. Wink wink nudge nudge.

The dragon’s bride

Dragon x fem!reader || size difference, tail play, mind sharing, marking, oral sex, inappropriate use of human bride

He caught you masturbating, you finger-fucked yourself for him and then he made you grind his tail to orgasm, talk about an intense experience. Adding to that, you couldn’t stop thinking about it since it happened. You couldn’t hold back your imagination, thinking about all the possibilities now that you two finally did the deed.

But nothing happened.

All of sudden, he was like a cold ice wall. He didn’t talk to you, he didn’t try to touch you anymore, he barely talked to you. Last thing he said to you was something along the lines of “Come out, little human, I have your dinner”. Which made you cry silently on your new bed in the den. You weren’t shy to admit you were needy. You were needy as fuck. He showed you a part of himself you already cherished and then took it away, leaving you cold and breathless.

“You are the most precious treasure in all my hoard,” he had said. His words still resonated inside your brain days later. You two haven’t talked about it, yet. He took your limp body away from your cave and settled you in his den, but he was barely there. It had been days since he truly looked at you.

And that ended tonight.

As soon as he appeared with your dinner, you stopped him, “don’t go.” You tried not to sound too needy, but failed miserably.

He sighed, “what do you want, human?” He sounded so tired you wanted to run away and hide. You didn’t want to be a bother to him, but you weren’t the one who ignored him for days after making him come. He did that, and you were a bit mad about it. You wanted to know why he was being so cold, why he refused to look at you directly. Why he stopped treating you like his bride.

You breathed hard, trying to come up with a good response that didn’t include how sexually frustrated you felt after what you two did together. Involuntarily, you let out the truth: “I want you, I want my husband back.”

He looked at you like you went insane, like you lost your mind, and you couldn’t deny you might have. “You what?” His question sounded like danger, like you were about to be either scolded or murdered. You shivered, approaching him step by step, slowly. You didn’t want him to fly away and leave you hanging again. “I am no mortal man, little human. I am dangerous. I could kill you with no more than one movement.” His voice grew louder and angrier. “I am a dragon,” his roar resonated around the den’s walls and made you shiver.

But you didn’t back down, you stepped into his personal space and wrapped your arms around what you could: his leg. Your arms not long enough to embrace him completely.

“You took me away from bad humans.” You kissed his scales softly, looking at him pleadingly. He didn’t say anything, so you continued. “You made took me higher than anybody.” You shivered again at the memory, kissing his scales again and trying to climb up his body. He refused to help you, so you kicked his shin as you told him, accusingly: “You cherished me and now you act like shit.” Your broken voice made him react, his tail coming around you to help you climb to his chest. You kissed over his heart. “I just want you to do it again. I want you to act like that again, how you acted back then…” You whispered, looking at his molten lava colored eyes.

“What do you want from me, little human?” His voice sounded tired. Tired of fighting, tired of denying himself (and yourself) of what you both wanted.

You took a calming breath and confessed: “I want you to make love to me. I want to be your bride.”

He wrapped his tail around you and set you back on the ground, away from him. “You don’t know what you are asking, I will hurt you.” He sounded so sure of it that your heart broke for him.

“No, you won’t.” And even if he could, you would gladly take the chance.

He didn’t agree, though. “I breathe fire, my claws are longer than your hands, I could squeeze you without even realizing… You don’t know how dangerous I am, little human. Do you have a death wish, is that it?” He was mad, so mad that his nostrils were flaming. There were literal flames coming out of him. Maybe you did have a death wish…

Or maybe you were just in love with a dragon.

“You would never hurt me.” You assured him. “I trust you. Please… Be with me. Stay with me.” You pleaded, reaching to touch his red scales once again. He shivered, looking down at you. The contrast between his giant body and your tiny human self crystal clear. It turned your insides into a puddle of need and desire, it was maddening.

He looked at you intently, looking into your eyes, trying to find answers to unasked questions. He seemed to find whatever he was looking for because soon after he asked: “Are you sure? I don’t think I can hold back once we start, little human. Your body tempts me more than anything, your beauty drives me insane, you are a bigger treasure than anything else I hoarded.” He sounded like the mere fact that you were there was painful to him, but keeping you away was making it even worse.

You were tired of his martyr play, and even more so of him denying what you clearly asked for. “Then take me. Possess me. Make me yours.” That was all it took for him to lose himself.

He roared and launched for you, a big claw going around your body and lifting you up as he leaned back. You found yourself sitting across his chest, the touch of his scales against your sensitive center. He ripped the fabric of your dress and slowly, so slowly and carefully, caressed your breasts with the tip of his fingers. He explored your body inch by inch until you were shivering and completely dripping with need.

“I can smell your desire, my treasure, let me make you feel good. Let me teach you what dragons can do.” You didn’t know what he was talking about but you nodded either way. He smirked, fangs glistening in the barely lit den.

You felt the first touch of his mind against yours like a caress, like something was touching you from the inside out. And then you could feel him. All of him. You felt his desire for you, his hunger and his arousal. It all mixed inside of you and rose to meet your own emotions, like a molotov cocktail ready to explode, making your body hypersensitive. You could feel every cell of your body, every point where your bodies touched. It was such a deep connection that you felt his soul reaching for yours.

And then he touched you, your mind breaking down in a million pieces, overstimulated by sensations. He lifted your limp body and sat you right over his snout, his fangs dangerously close to your soft body. The first contact of his tongue against your dripping pussy made you cry out in ecstasy, the dual attack on your body and your mind making you orgasm instantly.

But he didn’t stop.

His tongue explored every part of your pussy, inside and out. His claws held your body in place as he took everything he wanted from you, grunting and growling about how good you tasted, how pretty your pussy was, how warm and tight, how wet for him. His words were spoken inside your brain, he never verbalized them out loud, but you could hear them perfectly. Your dragon was mentally speaking to you as he ate you out… The experience was equal parts surreal and hot.

You came over and over, and he didn’t let go until your body was completely spent, your tired self hanging between his arms.

You thought he would stop then, but he moves your body until you are against his dick, urging you to wrap your arms and legs around his dragon cock. Your arms couldn’t reach the whole thing, too big, bigger than you. He didn’t seem to care about it, using his tail to help you up and down as he used your body as his personal fleshlight. Your abused clit rubbed against the scales of his cock in the most delicious and tortuous way. You came again involuntarily, screaming as you tightened your arms around his cock.

His movements were frantic after that, his pace fluttering. He let out a series of growls and deep groans, his voice breaking as he, finally, let out a loud roar that shook the floor beneath you. You looked up just in time to see a column of fire ascending from his mouth to the ceiling as he orgasmed. Sticky hot cum showered you, marking you with his scent. Claiming you in a primal way.

He pulled you up against his chest once again, cleaning you as best as possible with your ripped dress. You tried to move away, feeling gross and sticky, but he stopped you easily. “You are perfect, my treasure,” he told you, making you blush bright red.

He laid you down and caressed your back with a claw, making you shiver and your eyes feel heavy. “You burned the ceiling,” you mumbled against his chest. He laughed so hard your whole body shook against him.

“I’ll build you a bigger and better den. I’ll build you whatever you want.” You smiled, your eyes almost closed, too sleepy to remain awake. Last thing you heard before sleep claimed you was a muttered: “I’ll do anything for you, my bride.”

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[adimilkys]

Can you please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do jjk (especially nanami and toji) with s/o in their special time that doesn't want their children to hear them? (I'm 26, not native speaker, new on Tumblr but love Ur acc)

Be quiet, love.

warnings : MDNI 18+, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, biting, not proofread

Contains : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento

note : I will do a part two 100% with more characters, I just had no idea what to write for Toji for now (sorry anon) my brain is dead from working... also this is hurried because I haven’t posted anything for so longg

part two (soon)

Gojo Satoru

You’re in the kitchen, drinking water after finally putting your kid to sleep. Satoru was still in their bedroom reading a bed time story, even after a full day of chaos you weren’t that tired, which was surprising as your days lately just ended with falling asleep within seconds from exhaustion.

Suddenly, you felt hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you back. Satoru leaving kisses all over your neck and shoulders. “Do you know how hard has it been for me all day? Wearing those shorts that barely cover your ass… tsk, naughty girl~”

He spun you around, picked you up and sat you down on the counter, continuing his assault to your neck. “Toru… not in here-” you whined, trying to pull his head away- which of course doesn’t work.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer… need you so badly.” He whined, his hands sneaking under your shirt, pinching your nipples.

“What if baby wakes u-” He slammed his lips on yours, cutting you off. His tongue slid over your lips, when you didn’t open them one of his hands slid down and cupped your pussy, making you gasp. He didn’t waste any time, immediately entering your mouth.

“I’ll be quick” with that, he grabbed your shorts and pulled them off right with your panties. You knew damn well that was a lie, Satoru is never quick, he loves taking his time while fucking you, making sure to fill you up until his cum is spilling out of you.

He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, making you slightly gag. “Suck.” You complied, staring up at him with teary eyes, swirling your tongue around his fingers. He cursed under his breath at your face. “You tease… giving me the fuck me eyes, hm?”

His fingers left your mouth, immediately going down and entering your hole, making you gasp. Not wasting any time he scissored you, making sure to loosen you up as fast as possible, feeling if he didn’t, he would burst in his pants just from looking at you.

You hid your face in his neck, trying to muffle your moans. “Just like that wifey, you don’t want to wake baby up, right?”

As you were about to cum he pulled his fingers away, making you whine which was immediately replaced by a gasp- filling you up with a quick thrust.

He groaned into your ear, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist, giving you no time to adjust he started pounding into you at an inhuman pace.

“T-Toru!” You moaned a little too loud, biting his shoulder to contain your moans. “Shh… You’re doing so g-good… fuck.” Satoru bit his lip, trying to be quiet as well.

His pace has not slowed down even a little, going faster and faster, hitting that one spot- giving you no mercy.

“C-Close!” You managed to say before letting out a cry, your feet digging into his back as you came all around his cock.

Fuck, you were gripped him so tight. With a few more deep thrusts he buried himself right against your cervix and shoot out ropes of his cum.

You didn’t even get any time to calm down before you heard little footsteps upstairs. Immediately pushing Satoru away to put on your shorts.

“Mama… Papa?” Your kid yawned, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Sweetheart… what are you doing up?” You said trying to stand up but wincing at the sudden pain in your legs. Satoru decided to be the one to take over the situation, walking up to the little kid and taking them in his arms.

“I heard some noises…” Satoru sighed, nodding your way and taking baby up the stairs back to their bedroom.

“Papa?”

“Yes baby?”

“Why do you have a bite mark there?”

Nanami Kento

Lately you and your husband haven’t had time for any activity in bed. Your kid has gotten the flu which was really stressing. Not to mention that they’re extra clingy while sick too, always needing your attention.

Finally it has calmed down, and your baby was out asleep because of the meds. “God I need a long, relaxing bath after this week.” You sighed falling onto the couch.

“Already done, love. Even added all your oils in it.” You looked over to your husband, a grin on your face, opening your arms motioning for him to come and hug you.

“I love you so much, my amazing husband.” You left kisses all over his face while he held you in his arms. “Then I hope you wouldn’t mind if I… joined you?”

You leaned over to his ear, whispering "of course not" which made him immediately pick you up, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the bathroom while you laughed.

He didn't waste any time in undressing you, knowing your baby could wake up. You got in the bath, Kento right behind you. You sighed leaning your head back on his shoulder, the warm water soothing your muscles.

Suddenly you felt kisses all over you neck, the mouth finding your sweet spot and sucking on it, making you let out a quiet moan. "Just relax, let me take care of you, love."

One of his hand toyed with your nipples, while the other with your folds. "No teasing, Ken..." he chuckled, two of his fingers entering your hole, making you gasp.

He found your spot in no time, abusing it over and over again. You couldn't contain your moans, thank god your bathroom was far away from the babies room.

"S-Shit- I'm-"

"Close? Cum f'me, love" he didn't have to tell you twice, you came hard all around his fingers, a silent scream leaving your lips. "S'good f'me... my pretty wife." He pulled his fingers out, grabbing your face and connecting his lips with yours, the kiss was gentle, full of love.

"I'm going to enter now, alright?" You nod your head, your nails were digging into his thighs. He positioned himself against your entrance before slowly thrusting in.

Even though it's not your first time, with Kento it feels like it is every single time. "S-So big- ugh...!" you moaned, your head threw back, eyes closed.

His thrusts started off slow, but sped up every second, some of the water splashing out of the bath and onto the floor. "You feel so good, love-" He groaned into your ear, his hands gripping your hips.

Suddenly he pulled out, you whining at the lost sensation before he picked you up, left the bath and bent you over the bathroom sink, entering you once again.

"Look at yourself, hm? So beautiful, all mine..." he grabbed your face once again, making sure you're looking in the mirror. You're hair was sticking to your face, water droplets flowing down your body. You could also see the way his dick moved in and out of your pussy, stretching it out.

His hands were wrapped around your waist, his eyes piercing right through yours in the mirror, making you flustered, wanting to look away but he doesn't let you.

His thrusts were speeding up, one of his hands lowered and went over to your clit, rubbing it. "Haah... Kennn-"

"Shit... come with me baby" With a loud moan you came, him not long after you, spilling his cum inside of you.

Both of you were panting, as he pulled out you could feel his cum spilling out of you, making you shudder at the sensation.

"You did so good love, come on let's get you dried up."

[poppy-metal]

had a thought of fwb patrick calling you to let you know he fucked someone else (he is SO good at communication if he cares about preserving a relationship) and being like “i kept calling them your name but they didn’t feel like you :/ ”

crying because you're probably the one who said you should see different people - scared of getting attached to patrick and inevitably getting your heart broken - but you know you can't resist him either, not when he speaks to you in that voice and looks at you with those eyes like he's already thinking about being balls deep inside you and is just letting you have your little moment till it happens, so yeah. walls are put up. you'll let him bounce you on his cock in the back of his van, but you wont be exclusive with him.

it kinda backfires on you because you're the one who finds it hard to actually fuck other people, so insistent that you wanted to - and yet whenever you're with another man it just feels wrong when he puts his hands on you. you purposely refuse to think about patricks side of things. you're not special. thats why you made the fucking rule. you knew that from the start.

so when patrick calls you drunk and he starts to tell you about this girl he was just fucking - you're ready to hang up - ready to try and brush it off and pretend it doesn't hurt, you dont care, its what you expected, this is why the rules were in place anyway, dont fucking cry - but then his voice reaches through you through the receiver, all scratchy and rough when he tells you - "s'not the same, though."

and you furrow your brows. curious enough to not hang up just yet. still sick at the knowledge he was with someone else, maybe this is self punishment - hearing the gritty details will detach yourself from him further. which is what you need. "what wasn't the same? pussies pussy, isn't it."

patrick makes a sound on the other end of the line. one of obvious disagreement. "no." he says, seems to collect himself to say something more - you hear faint background sounds. something metallic. his keys maybe? the creak of his mattress. he just got home probably. is getting into bed. "there's pussy and there's your pussy."

you find yourself also getting into your own bed. settling against your pillows. you try not to react to that, press the phone closer to your ear. "uh huh," you say, going for sarcastic. you want him to elaborate.

and because patricks a fucking talker, he does exactly that. "you've totally fucking ruined me for other women. i mean, unless someone is cool with me being balls deep and saying another womans name. that woman is you, by the way. fucking mood killer."

you hear the switch of a lighter being flicked on. you can imagine him lounging back in his bed after a night out - he's probably just in his boxers - maybe even naked - lazily pulling drags from a cigarette as he talkes to you. phone balanced between his cheek and shoulder.

"do you want me to feel bad for you?" you tell him, and there's perhaps a smile in your voice. perhaps. "poor patrick."

"you should." he tells you, voice scratchy like how it is right after he took a hit. you hear the exhale as he lets the smoke out. patrick looks unfairly good with a cigarette. even though he should quit. you wonder if hes holding it between his fingers or if its trapped between his lips as he fiddles with something else. "considering its your fault. your pussy gave me whiskey dick for other girls."

you try not to let that mean anything. fail. you bite your bottom lip.

"so you were thinking of me?" you hate the note of hope in your voice. god, you're pathetic. you feel the power of the situation slipping from you.

the bed creaks again from his side as he readjusts. picturing him isn't helping. half dressed or nude. half dressed or nude. how unkempt is his hair right now? you wish he was in front of you. "i was going down on her," he starts and you frown.

"ugh-"

"shut up. i was going down on her and she was making these sounds right? and i just kept thinking-" he says your name. over and over again. "- and 'her pussy feels better than this'. had to fuckin. close my eyes and imagine that shit - that last time i fucked you? when you sank down on my shit and just - fucking bounced on it - d'you remember that? no one fucks my dick like you do. shits insane. anyway, i was thinking about that - and i guess i said your name or something - she's slapping the shit out of me out of nowhere. kicked me out." he lets out a long suffering sigh. "this is a fucking problem."

you roll over onto your stomach. kick your feet in the air behind you. "oh, its a problem, huh?" you pout out your bottom lip. "poor patrick. so pussy whipped he cant slut himself out. im crying for you."

"oh, fuck off." he grunts. "like you dont think about me when you're getting pounded by some pencil dicked bitch."

"and how do you know their dick sizes? maybe im getting 'pounded' by monster cock every weekend."

"nah." is patricks simple reply.

you glare even though he cant see you. "the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"it means." patrick says, deliberately. "that if you were taking cock from anyone with a big dick your cunt wouldn't be as tight as it is."

you swallow. vulgarity from patricks lips shouldn't sound as good as it does.

"vaginas dont work like that, stupid."

"baby." he says it condescendingly. a gush of wet soaks your pussy. fuck. his voice. he shouldn't be allowed to call you that. new rule. that you'll impose later. "you're as tight as a virgin down there. I'm not saying you'd be loose, but - i definitely wouldn't have to pin you down." if you're slipping your hand under yourself to touch yourself, no you're not. "- and fucking bully my cock into you."

you tremble a little. "you have an unnaturally big cock its -" you swallow "- its not any indication of the men i sleep with."

"sure." he tells you. he doesn't believe you. fucking smug asshole. "so you're saying you dont think of me?"

you lie, "that's what im saying."

its quiet on the other side of the line. your hand comes out of your panties, you look down at your phone but he hasn't hung up.

"huh." he says eventually.

"what?" you sit up.

"it's just interesting."

"what about it is interesting?"

"nothing." he replies. his tone is unreadable. you cant tell if hes amused or pissed or just doesn't care. you wish you could see his face. when he's irritated, his jaw works back and forth. when he's entertained, his lips are quirked. you wonder what his hands are doing too. if he's fidgeting with his fingers to show anxiety, or if his knee is bouncing with contempt. "i wanted to tell you I'll be out of town for a few weeks."

you blink. this is - startling. sudden. whiplash. you open and close your mouth like a fish.

weeks. plural. the longest you've gone without seeing patrick is three weeks. and that's when you're both busy. anxiety enters your chest. a fissure of it.

"oh?" you try to sound casual. "how long?"

"dont know." he exhales through the receiver. "its just some tennis shit. I'll be in florida for a month."

"oh."

he says your name again.

"yeah?" your mind is drifting. a strange feeling. like you already miss him when he's not even gone yet. a month without patrick zweig... without his hands and his face and his lips and body on yours -

"I'm gonna miss you." he says. he sounds deeply sincere. like, intensely so. your heart thumps in your chest, a wild thing. you feel like suddenly, your response is very important. you lick your lips. the urge to tell him you'll miss him too on the tip of your tongue -

you say - "you'll miss my pussy, you mean."

silence for a beat.

then he huffs a laugh. "yeah. yeah, i will." he doesn't sound amused though. "gonna pass the fuck out, i think. night."

"nigh-" you start but the line clicks.

he hung up.

[artdcnaldson]

need Olympics!au reader to be a little insane. a little bonkers. bouncing on arts cock and asking him to say things like he loves you and how you're the best hes ever had and that hes going to leave tashi, always when hes about to cum so he doesn't have time to think about it - just says whatever if it means you'll let him cum inside. not knowing you're taking it all to heart in your delusional little head. smiling when you nuzzle into his chest and play with his cum, pushing it back in your pussy, thinking about how art is loyal - he just needs a little push - and then he'll be yours, surely.

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: Toxic!Reader, infidelity, SMUT, Tashi catches strays but that’s only bc reader is respectfully insane <3

A/N: okay this was supposed to be a lot shorter but it ended up getting long so if anyone wants more of this AU lmk and I’ll keep going. Okayyyy thank you bye <3

If he was really devoted to his marriage, he wouldn’t be fucking you. A loyal husband wouldn’t have been seeking out a younger woman, wouldn’t have been seeking out you.

You figured that Rio had been your shot— you’d fucked him, planted the seed of infidelity there. You had freed him— you gave him a back door to escape out of.

If nothing else, you gave yourself a fantasy to touch yourself to for the rest of your fucking life. That was something.

Two weeks after Rio, you saw a message from Art in your Instagram DMs. Somewhere safe, hidden from his wife’s prying eyes, you supposed. Even if she saw it, you didn’t really care. Maybe it’d start a fight, send him careening heartbroken into your bed, into your arms.

Can I see you again?

You opened it, left it on read for a couple of hours to make him sweat. When you responded, you played at regret. We shouldn’t see each other… you’re married.

Art was quick to respond. Please?

You smiled. It was just so easy that he had to have wanted out of the marriage. You were just the first one to throw him a rope.

Your home was modest compared to what he shared with his wife, but you figured being in your early twenties and being able to buy a home with cash was impressive on its own. He parked in your garage, had you pinned against the wall the second he crossed the threshold into your home.

Each kiss was hungry, desperate. Tongue licking into your mouth, moaning as he ground his already hard cock against your clothed cunt. I mean, Jesus, you were wearing tiny little shorts, a big Team USA tee shirt. When his hands slipped beneath it, you gasped and arched into his touch. No bra beneath it— nothing between his large hands and your tits.

Every nerve in your body was thrumming, begging for you to reach out and take. His lips never parted from yours as you led him deeper inside your house, kissing you hungrily, like he wouldn’t mind if you just stopped and let him fuck you on the floor.

Someday. You’d like to see him that desperate, that animalistic. But that wasn’t what you needed them, so you just pushed him down onto your couch. The hardwood dug against your knees as you settled between his thighs. He was so hard that you could see the imprint of him against his jeans— long and thick and mouthwatering.

You licked your lips, rubbed him through the thick fabric. He hissed at that first contact and looked down at you with half-lidded eyes.

He could hardly let himself look at you as you pulled his pants down, peeled them off and tossed them to the side. Wet, soft kisses peppered up his thighs as you brought yourself closer and closer to what you really wanted. You nudged his thighs apart, pulse thrumming at the sight of him laid out before you like a feast.

Your hand looked so small wrapped around him, pumping him slowly. His cock twitched in your grip as you spit onto it so each pass of your hand was slick and smooth. He swallowed hard, already panting.

His balls rested between his thighs— full and heavy, carrying loads you needed him to spill inside of your cunt. Your lips met the soft pink flesh and he fucking whined, a broken, needy sort of sound that made heat bloom in your stomach.

You peered up at him as you placed open mouthed kisses to his sack, continuing to pump his length in your hand. You took one of his balls into your mouth and laved it with your tongue, moaning around him. His fingers scratched against the leather of your couch, seeking some sort of grip to tether him, so you took one of his hands and moved it to your hair.

And, really, you could have spent all day between his legs with his balls in your mouth, feeling them pulse on your tongue as you sucked each between your lips. His balls felt so full, so heavy against your tongue. It made you wonder how often Tashi drained them for him— if she took care of him the way you would.

You kissed up his shaft, kitten-licked the head of his cock, sighing contentedly at the salty taste of precum. He moaned, bucking into your grip, towards the wet heat of your mouth.

The fingers he had tangled in your hair tightened as you took him into your mouth. You fought your gag reflex as you relaxed your throat, took him deeper until your nose pressed against the soft skin just above the base of his cock.

It was cute that he was hairless everywhere, all soft and smooth, but you wondered what he’d look like hairier. Maybe you could convince him to ease up on the grooming, just so you could see if you liked it. You moaned just thinking about that tiny bit of control over him as you ground down against your heel for friction.

His hand guided your movements as you began bobbing your head, almost reverent. Almost loving. You gave a contented hum as you looked up at him, meeting his gaze as you swallowed him down to the base again and again and again.

When you finally came up for air after god knows how long, your lips were slick with spit. His cock was shiny from how you drooled on it, messy with spit bubbles around the base. He rubbed his thumb along your jaw, holding your face in his hand.

“God, you’re something else,” He sighed, a pleased smile playing at his lips.

You tilted your head to the side, leaning into the warmth and comfort of his touch. Your eyes fluttered shut, a seraphic smile played at your lips. “Does your wife suck your cock as good as I do?” You asked, almost sweetly.

He took a shaky breath, and you could see the hesitation, the loyalty, the devotion in him fighting against what he really wanted. He wanted you— your perfect mouth, your tight pussy, your willingness to give him anything he wanted, anything Tashi wouldn’t let him have.

“Bend over the sofa,” he said suddenly. You didn’t argue— you accepted the redirection easily, because you knew what he was avoiding. He didn’t want to admit the truth. He tugged your shorts and panties around your ankles, exposing your wet, sticky cunt.

He manhandled you, rough and punishing, like he wanted to work out his guilt inside of your cunt. You were dripping down your thighs, onto the leather beneath your hips. Fuck it, you’d buy a new couch.

“Fuck me,” you gasped, reaching back to claw at his arm, to leave pretty nail marks, to stake your claim. He pushed your head down into the cushions, bullied his fat cock into you again and again and again.

His thumb circled your asshole like he wanted to test the waters. A soft moan escaped you, you pushed back against him as an invitation to keep going. He spat down onto your hole before he pressed his thumb inside, just past the tight ring of muscle. Your toes curled, your eyes rolled back— you were fucking game.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. His pace was punishing, brutal. From the angle you could’ve sworn you felt him punching at your fucking diaphragm, knocking out your breaths in weak, whiny pants. “You were fucking made to take this dick, huh?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. You were. You were you were you were. “Tell me—“ you cried out at a particularly deep thrust, eyes fluttering, rolling back. He continued to tease your ass with his thumb, pushing in, letting you feel full just to pull it out and leave you empty again. “Tell me I— oh, god— that I feel better than her.”

The couch scraped against the floor as he fucked into you, rough and relentless. His thumb pressed even deeper and you fucking keened. “Will that make you happy?” He repositioned your hips, made room to slide a hand beneath you and rub fast on your clit. “Even if I can’t mean it?”

Can’t, not don’t. You fucking sobbed at the sensation and nodded desperately as he played with your body like a toy. “So happy,” you practically babbled, panting onto the leather. Because he did mean it. You knew it, that he was there, bullying his cock into your right pussy instead of at home, for a reason. “Just tell me.”

A beat. Then another. He bent over you, so his chest pressed against your back, so he was crushing you beneath his weight. “You feel so much fucking better,” he said, practically panting in your ear as he fucked you. He was so deep that you felt whole, wished he would just stay there forever. “You’re tighter, and wetter— god— your pussy’s so, so, sweet, it’s fucking soaking me right now.”

You came when he said it, eyes rolling back, practically drooling onto the couch. Your cunt squeezed him, gushing as he bullied his cock inside your spasming walls. He made a weak noise in the back of his throat, like he knew you got off on him praising you and he fucking liked it.

“Are you gonna let me cum inside?” His voice sounded strained with thinly held restraint.

You nodded, whimpered weakly with the intense need for it. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” The words fell pathetically from your lips, over an over as he drilled into your sensitive cunt.

He came buried deep inside of you, so you felt the pulse of him, the flood of warmth. You whined as he pulled out and grabbed his clothes off the floor.

“You’re just leaving?” You asked with a frown, with big fat crocodile tears in your eyes as you stood up and pulled your clothes back up.

“Tashi thinks I’m visiting a friend from Stanford,” he said, looking at you with guilt plain on his face. For what he had done to you, or what he had done to her? You couldn’t even tell. It made annoyance sit hot in your stomach. “I can’t stay.”

“I thought…” you swallowed, played up your disappointment. “I thought you’d stay, maybe we could watch a movie, or order takeout. Did you… did you only come here to fuck me?”

He swallowed, looked at the floor. “I didn’t… it’s not that.” His gaze softened and he stepped closer, putting his hands on your shoulders. Touching you almost clinically until you blinked pretty, pathetic tears from your eyes. He pulled you into his arms, and you felt a thrill of victory.

His lips pressed against the crown of your head and you pulled back, peering up at him with glossy eyes. He sighed, let a soft smile spread across his lips. “Takeout sounds great.”

You smiled wide, stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his cheek. “Yeah? Okay, just get comfy and I’ll order something for us.”

Art looked right at home in your living room, flipping through your TV for something to watch. You rejoined him on the couch, curled up sweetly against his side. It felt so right; the two of you happy and content and freshly fucked.

You tangled your fingers with his, gave his hand a small squeeze. He smiled over at you, kissed your forehead sweetly.

“Will you kiss me?” You asked softly, meeting his gaze. “Please?”

He leaned in, pressed his lips to yours softly, tenderly. You smiled into the kiss, keeping it sweet and chaste before you pulled back and squeezed his hand.

Yeah, you got your takeout and a movie. It was the least he could do.

@poppy-metal your mind is so amazing <3 I’m going to write the rest of this request also I prommy it’s just too good.

[theemporium]

Please a blues lagoon number 21: “This isn't what it looks like." For Jack Hughes. #gimmesomeangst

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

21. "This isn't what it looks like."

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“This isn’t what it looks like!” 

You shot the boy a look, a mix of anger and something stronger than hurt bubbling inside of you as you stood at the bottom of the bed. You weren’t even sure if the tears welling in your eyes were from frustration or rage.

“Really?” You let out a humourless laugh. “Then, pray tell me, Jack, what the fuck is this if it’s not what it looks like?” 

He winced, shifting in his spot on the bed. “Baby—” 

“Do not ‘baby’ me,” you gritted out through clenched teeth. “Do not fucking patronise me right now.” 

“I didn’t mean to,” his voice barely louder than a whisper, the guilt clearly etched over his face. “Everything just happened so fast and you were away and—”

“And so I have to find out from a fucking Twitter update that my boyfriend was having surgery?” You interrupted, your arms crossed over your chest in hopes it would hide the way your body was shaking. 

It was a well-known fact amongst you, Jack and the Devils medical team that his injury needed more than rest and physio to recover fully, for him to play at the same level he did before his injury. But there had been procedures in place and you were under the impression that further procedures wouldn’t happen until the regular season ended and the Devils were officially out of playoff contention, knowing your boyfriend was far too stubborn and iron-willed to step away from the team until they no longer stood a chance. 

You just hadn’t expected the surgery would take place on the weekend you were away visiting a friend a few states over. 

And you certainly didn’t expect your boyfriend to hide such a huge surgery from you. 

Now, here you were, after grabbing the first flight out to Colorado, to find your boyfriend lying in a hospital bed, recovering from said surgery. And you were pissed and scared and angry and concerned. But most of all, you were just relieved that he was okay. 

“M’sorry, baby,” he murmured, his voice soft and sheepish. “I was gonna tell you but—” He paused before letting out a sigh. “You had been looking forward to this trip with your friend for so long! And you were so excited! I didn’t wanna ruin that.” 

Your expression immediately softened. “Jack.”

“Already fucked up the team’s chances of playoffs, couldn’t disappoint you too,” he added with a self-depricating smile. You knew he had been kicking himself over the timing of everything, you just hadn’t realised how deep that blame had rooted itself in the boy.

“Baby, you didn’t disappoint anyone,” you stated, sure and confident in your words because you knew that’s what he needed. You rounded the bed, gently perching yourself on the edge of the bed before reaching for his good hand. “Not me. Not the team. Not the fans. I promise.” 

He gave you a smile but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the surgery.” There was a small pause as he squeezed your hand before he spoke. “I wanted you here. So fucking bad. Luke still has to play and so does Quinn. Mum and Dad can’t make it out until tomorrow and—”

“I’m here now,” you reassured him, lifting his hand so you could press a lingering kiss to the back of his hand. “And I’m not gonna go anywhere. Promise. Gonna be here every step of the way.” 

Something quite like relief shone in his eyes. “I love you.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too,” you smiled back at him. “Even if you’re a stubborn bastard.”

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[milliumizoomi]

armando x black!fem!reader where they get into an argument but it ends all fluffy ? 🙏🏾

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄

☆彡SUMMARY.; Accusations get thrown around and disrespect as well.

☆彡FEATURED.; ARMANDO ARETAS x BLACK!FEM READER

☆彡TROPE.; ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

☆彡FORMAT.; ONE SHOT

☆彡GENRE.; ANGST + FLUFF + A TAD BIT SUGGESTIVE

☆彡WARNINGS.; Mature Topics, Mature Language, accusations of infidelity, name calling (bitch), Armando not knowing the weight of his words, fake friends and poorly translated Spanish (Google Translate).

☆彡NOTES.; when I TELLL you I had to shorten this so many times because my mind was running a mile a minute and I was packing so much in here. In the end tho I hope yall enjoy it and tysm for the request bb!!💕

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED😉.

🎧FOR THE BEST EXPERIENCE, YOU CAN LISTEN TO SELFISH by PNB ROCK🎧

The shit that is leaving this nigga’s mouth right now is nothing short of absolutely appalling to you right now.

Just 15 minutes ago, you literally just walked into the house and put your purse down on the seat closest to you. You haven’t even had the chance to take your shoes off before you hear your name being called from down the hall by your boyfriend.

“YES BABE?” you called back. He didn’t answer. You rolled your eyes and took your shoes off the walked down to where you heard his voice come from, your bedroom. You walked in and see him laying on your bed shirtless, pants hanging low on his hips and had one hand laying over his face.

Damn he looked good.

“Babe you called me? I just got in” you told him. Still he doesn’t answer. Wordlessly, he moved his hand from his face and looked at you with a weird look on his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Still nothing.

Now you were getting pissed off. If he didn’t want anything, why’d he call you? You look back at him, waiting for him to say something, anything, and still nothing. He just lays there.

Rolling your eyes, you turn on your heel, ready to leave the room since obviously he doesn’t want anything nor has anything to say.

And surprise surprise, that’s when he speaks.

“I ain’t say you could leave.” His voice is low, and almost.. menacing?

You turn back around and look at him.

“Well you didn’t say anything at all so I thought I should just be on my way.”

Sighing, he gets up from the bed and walks over to you as you watch him.

He stands directly in front of you and then grabs your face with one of his hands and cranes your neck to look at him.

“Who else you fuckin’ hm?” He asks so calmly, raising his eyebrow at you.

Meanwhile, you nearly choke on air.

The fuck was this man talking about?

“Nigga what?”

Which leads you to now.

The sheer audacity of this man to ask you this question, and now give you the silent treatment. He asked the question and when you tried to explain, you were once again met with silence.

Minutes go by as you practically trailed behind him around the whole apartment to ask him what the hell he was talking about. You told him that he’s being ridiculous and continued asking where he even got that idea from.

At this point you’re getting frustrated.

“Armando I don’t know where the fuck you’re getting this from but if you think I cheated on you then I’m telling you I didn’t!” Your voice was hoarse and your chest was tightening by the second.

How could he accuse you of doing something like this?

He looked at you standing in front of him, practically shaking in place and scoffed. “You know if you’re gonna lie about it.. don’t leave evidence behind.. eso es una tontería.” Now you scoff, you can’t believe what you’re hearing right now.

“What fucking evidence?! Where was it huh? Where’d you find it?”

He looks at you unamused then sits up because at this point, he had been sitting on the couch, with his arms resting on his knees and he was hunched over.

He pulls out his phone and throws it on the table in front of you. “Unlock it and see.”

At this point you’re shaking so violently you feel like you’re in a blender packed with ice. You pick up the phone and unlock it and the first thing you see are an assortment of text messages, screenshots and supposed photos with you and other men.

“This isn’t fucking me.” You threw the phone back done, having seen enough. They all looked convincing to the naked eye but you knew you didn’t have anything to do with any other man that wasn’t him.

“Yeah? Then who is it?” He asks condescendingly. He’s staring you down with such disgust in his eyes it makes you want to double over and throw up right there in the living room.

“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!” Your voice is shaky and you feel lightheaded. The only thing you can do now is to sit on the floor, just so you don’t fall over and hit your head, or injure yourself in any other way.

“Where the hell did you even get that bullshit from?” Holding your head in your hand, you didn’t even look up at him. You were beyond anxious and stressed about the whole thing.

He leans back in the couch and manspreads, looking at you looking absolutely distraught and confused on the ground. “¿Y por qué debería decirte perra infiel?”

And at this point, you’ve reached your absolute limit.

“NIGGA WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO?”

Getting up off the floor, you circle the little table separating the both of you and then proceeded to get up in his face.

“Watch your fucking tone with me. You know I don’t like being disrespected and not only are you gonna accuse me of fucking some other nigga, you’re gonna sit up in my house and call me a fucking bitch? Armando are you fucking serious?” At this point you’re crying, pools of tears cascading down your cheeks as you give this man a piece of your mind.

“I am so devoted and in love with you and you treat me like some common fucking street whore that would leave you to fuck other men? You’ve given me the silent treatment and seem convinced that I’d actually do something like this when I’M the one that coordinates and works with your dad for when you get out of jail, I’M the one that cleans all those damn cuts, stabs and scrapes you come back here with, I’M the one that’s up with you all night if you can’t sleep. I cook, I clean, and I take care of you when you need me to and now you’re believing some other motherfucker over me?! And if that wasn’t bad enough, you won’t even tell me who told you all this shit! And then after all that you call me a bitch?! Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Armando is floored at your outburst. He hears the raw emotion in your voice paired with the look of heartbreak and like you’ve been kicked in the stomach all over your face. As you finish you just sink to the floor, completely and utterly exhausted and defeated.

How could he do this to you.

Even after you’ve said all that, he says nothing.

Absolutely nothing. It’s like his mouth had been wrapped with duct tape multiple times. He didn’t even murmur or whisper anything.

He just sat there.

Your definitive next words are what jump starts his brain again.

“Get out.”

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It’s been about 2 hours have passed and you’re wrapped up in bed, laying in a ball while, at this point, softly crying. 2 whole hours has gone by and you haven’t moved since Armando left. You haven’t ate, used the bathroom, hell you were still in the clothes you were in earlier when you just got home.

You’ve cried so much your eyes burn and your body feels heavy. To be quite honest you’re mentally and emotionally exhausted. You just want to understand the situation better and put this behind you because if you didn’t, you knew you’d be incapable of doing anything else until you get a grip on your emotions.

And apparently your boyfriend has the same idea.

You heard the front door of your apartment open and close, followed by footsteps. Growing up in a black household, you were already familiar with knowing who it was that was walking down the hallway. So you knew, even before hearing his voice or seeing his face, that’s it was Armando.

He comes straight into your bedroom and stood at the entrance of your room, because the door wasn’t closed. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at your frame laying on the bed facing the way.

You get nervous and tried to steady your breathing.

“Mama?” He called out.

You didn’t answer, why would you when he didn’t give you the same courtesy?

And you guessed he picked up on that because he just continued.

“Lo siento mamá, la cagué.. i shouldn't have said those things but i got so angry when i thought you were..—“ he trails off. He took a deep breath and continued. “I got possessive.. that’s what my dad said anyways.. I uh.. I talked to him about it and he told me I fucked up. I should’ve let you explain and I should have listened to you. I let me not knowing how to deal with this shit hurt you and I ain’t want to be a person to do that to you… I’m sorry baby.. te amo mamá.. mucho.”

You always cursed at yourself, knowing you were too weak to him when you found yourself turning around to face him. He watched as you turned and when he saw your face, he felt terrible. Immediately he reached out to wipe the little tears rolling down your cheeks but stopped himself. He knew in this moment he didn’t have the right to touch you.

He looked at you first, and you looked back at him, silently.

“Babe I’m so sorry.. I ain’t used to talking much but.. I won’t treat you like that again.. prometo.” You sit up slowly as he watches. “Don’t ever call me nothing disrespectful like that again or I promise your father will be digging my nails and teeth out of your chewed up body parts.”

He laughs a little. “Te lo prometo bebe.”

He spent the rest of the night showering you in love. He bought you a bouquet of roses and got your favorite food. He held you on his lap and kissed your tears away, promising you he’ll never do that again and tells you to kill him if he does it again.

Truth be told you don’t know if he meant that literally.

You spent the night laughing and giggling at his attempts to make you feel better. Yes he did hurt you a lot, but you can tell he was genuine about his apology and that made you feel better. You know he doesn’t have much experience with relationships, so you want to learn and grow with him.

Still though, he better not cross that line again.

Afterwards after the situation was settled to a degree, he finally explained the entire situation to you, saying it was apparently one of your so called “friends” that orchestrated the entire thing. She made fake messages, fake call logs, and even went as far as editing those pictures to make it look like you.

The bitch just wanted your man.

And the gag is, Armando didn’t even know who she was, she sent everything to him anonymously. The only reason you knew it was her was because of how she texted the messages, she used phrases that you wouldn’t normally use in messages.

And your slow ass boyfriend didn’t even notice. Men and their lack of attention to detail.

Safe to say both you and Armando were ready to handle her ass. But before that.. he had to handle you🩷.

[GLOSSARY]

“Eso es una tontería” — “that's just dumb shit”

“Lo siento mamá, la cagué..” — “I'm sorry, mom, I fucked up..”

“¿Y por qué debería decirte perra infiel?” — “And why should I tell you a cheating bitch?”

“te amo mamá.. mucho.” — “I love you mama, so much”

“prometo” — “Promise”

“Te lo prometo bebe.” —“I promise you, baby.”

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[munsonsmixtapes]

Paint Me

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!inexperienced!American!reader

summary: Anthony finds out what happened between you and Benedict at the ball and offers Benedict two choices: to marry you or duel.

word count: 4k

cw: MDNI (18+) reader and Benedict take a bath together, Benedict gives reader a massage, Anthony and Benedict get into a fight

part one part two part three part four

March 4, 1817

The next morning, Anthony still wasn’t able to shake the events of the night before. His office being a mess, you leaving it suspiciously, and the necklace in his pocket were all pointing signs to something but he wasn’t sure what. He knew he should have spoken to you, but he felt bad for accusing you of doing something when you were so sweet. Maybe you really were just trying to find the bathroom and you weren’t the one to mess up his office. What reason would you have had to do that? 

Anthony leaned over to his bedside table and reached for the necklace to get a look at it again. It looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on who it belonged to. He didn’t think it was his wife’s, but maybe it was a piece that she hadn’t worn before. He turned the necklace this way and that and figured that it was expensive and that whoever it had belonged to would come back to claim it soon enough. 

“What’s that?” Kate asked as she snuggled into her husband’s chest as she looked at the necklace he was holding up to the sunlight. It looked familiar to her and unlike Anthony, she knew exactly who it belonged to. She could clearly see you fiddling with it in memories that she had of you in all of the time that you had spent together, but why did Anthony have it?

“Not sure. I found it in my office after the ball last night. It isn’t yours, is it?”

“No,” she shook her head. “But I know who it belongs to.” She wanted to tell him the truth as she had seen both you and Benedict entering his office together and made the assumption as to what you were going to get up to, but she felt like that was a betrayal of your trust. Yes, it was Anthony’s business now that he had your necklace, but she also didn’t want Benedict to get into trouble with his brother over it. He was her brother now and she, for whatever reason, felt the need to protect him. 

But, at the same time, Anthony was her husband, so she reluctantly told him that Benedict had taken someone into his office, but didn’t say who as a way to protect you. She didn’t want to drag you into it too. You didn’t deserve that and she didn’t want you to be on the receiving end of one of her husband’s lectures. 

The truth sent Anthony off the edge. Why he was surprised, he didn’t know. But he would have at least thought that Benedict would have listened to his threat and stopped what he had been up to. And it hadn’t been a suggestion. He meant every fucking word and if his brother didn’t find a wife by the end of the season, he would make sure that the family disowned him. 

Anthony quickly got out of bed and didn’t even bother to get dressed as he stomped over to his brother’s room, rage filling him as he clutched the necklace in his hand so hard that it was going to leave a mark. 

The sun seeped into the window of Benedict’s room and you woke up to see the man next to you, sleeping soundly. His arms were wrapped around you and there was a slight smile on his face to signify that he was enjoying whatever he was dreaming about. You carded one of your hands through his hair and his eyes opened to look into yours. 

A smile broke out on his face as he grabbed onto your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. His hands ran up and down your back gently, the exact opposite of how he was the night before and you liked that he was also able to behave that way with you. 

There was a loud knock on the door and the two of you quickly sat up and turned in that direction, wondering who would be wanting to speak to Benedict so early in the morning. He ushered you to move and you hurriedly rolled out of the bed and reached for the blanket that was at the end of it to cover yourself up. 

“Come in,” Benedict called as you hid yourself on the side of the bed that was by the window so you wouldn’t be seen. Your heart was hammering your chest as you tried to find a way to get out of there without being caught. But there wasn’t one, so you just sat there, panicking while you waited for the visitor to leave.

“Brother,” Anthony greeted as he entered the room and you felt your heart beat harder in your chest, worried that you had been found out. If you had, you don’t know how you would have been able to live it down, and worse, how to live with yourself. If anyone had gotten wind of the activities you had partaken in the night before, you would have been shunned for eternity. And your mother certainly would not want anything to do with you. And just when you had gotten into her good graces.

“Ah, Anthony,” Benedict replied. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Anthony didn’t like the smirk that was on his brother’s face. It was smug and it was certainly a product of seeing the anger on his own face. Sometimes Anthony thought his brother got too much pleasure out of upsetting him. Almost as if he lived every day to piss him off in some way.

“I’m afraid it’s not a pleasure that I’m here.” He held up the necklace and Benedict’s face went white. Where had Anthony gotten that and how had known that you two had fucked in Anthony’s office? Someone had to have told him and as soon as he found out who, it would be over for them.

“Where did you find that?” Benedict sat up in the bed and tried to be calm, but he was panicking internally. He feared that Anthony wasn’t just threatening the other night, but more like promising to ruin his life. 

“In my office.” He made his way over to the bed and you backed away, hoping that you still wouldn’t be seen. “I guess you don’t like to listen, do you?” He sat on the edge of the bed and threw the necklace and his brother and it hit his chest before falling onto the bedding. 

Anthony eyed Benedict’s bare leg that was sticking out of the blanket and he was quick to cover it up, but it was no use. Anthony crawled to the other side of the bed and Benedict tried to stop him by pulling on his waist, but it was too late. Anthony had already seen you. He made eye contact with you then slowly turned to his brother, feeling rage fill his body as he removed himself from the bed. 

Without a word, he rounded the bed and held out his hand to help you to your feet. He then took the necklace from where it had fallen and handed it to you all while you felt your face burn in embarrassment. You wrapped the blanket tighter around you and went over to reach for your dress from the night before then headed to the bathroom to get dressed the best you could by yourself. 

You never would have imagined that you would have gotten caught, especially not by Anthony. He seemed a little suspicious after he had caught you in his office, but still seemed to believe you when you told him that you were just looking for the restroom. How had he found out and who had told him? There was no way he could have come up with that conclusion on his own so someone must have seen the two of you go into the office and mentioned it to him. 

The dreams you had after your night with Benedict seemed to all fade away as you were realizing that maybe he didn’t want what you did. Clearly all you were to him was just someone he could use then throw away when he was done. Maybe Anthony was being a little dramatic about the whole thing, but first and foremost, you were a priority to him and he wasn’t going to let you get hurt by his stupid brother.

You pressed your ear to the door as you tried your best to tighten your corset, desperate to get the hell out of there, but you were also curious to hear what they were talking about. It sounded like they were arguing, but the door muffled their voices so you couldn’t exactly hear what they were saying. 

“Have you lost your mind?” Anthony asked as he turned his back to his brother so he could put on some clothes. Clearly he must have if he had thought it was okay to take your innocence. For the most part, Anthony didn’t really care who the women Benedict messed around with were, but now this was personal. 

“I don’t know,” Benedict smirked. “I really like her.” And he wasn’t lying this time. He really did like you. He was even considering courting you and that thought put a bright smile on his face. He was so happy that not even his brother’s anger could get to him this time.

“Do I need to remind you of what you have done? You just did unspeakable things with a woman you are not married to. A woman who is a friend to this family. Actually, she isn’t even a woman when I compare your ages. She is a child, Benedict.”

“And so was Edwina.” That made Anthony turn around to face him, marching towards him. He punched his brother square in the nose which caused Benedict to hunch over in pain. How dare he mention Edwina and how dare he suggest that his relationship to her was anywhere close to what Benedict’s was with you? That was nothing but insulted and low fucking blow if anyone asked him.

“But I didn’t defile Edwina. Now you have two options, brother. You either marry her or we duel.” Marry her or duel? Wasn’t there a third option? Benedict liked the thought of marrying you, but he didn’t think it was a good idea because of his reputation. What were people going to think when the engagement was announced? Most likely that you were with child if Benedict had actually agreed to marry you. And he couldn’t have people spreading rumors about you.

 And he didn’t want to duel his brother either. He always thought that was such a dramatic option to jump to when there was a disagreement. Couldn’t they have just played a game of cards or chess? The stakes were much lower with either of those and none of them would have gotten hurt either. It was a win-win in Benedict’s mind.

“Duel? Don’t you think that’s a bit dramatic?” Benedict asked as he held onto his nose. He wasn’t going to marry you, but he wasn’t going to duel Anthony either. Maybe there was a way he could find a way out of it, but he wasn’t sure how. 

“No, not when it comes to this. To someone who I consider to be a sister,” he pointed to the door that you were behind. “I am so disappointed in you and let me just tell you now that father would be too.” Now it was Benedict’s turn to throw a punch. Anthony could think whatever he wanted, but the second he mentioned their father, it was personal. And the thing was, he was right. Their father would have been disappointed in Benedict and that was why he was so upset. 

“How dare you say that to me?” Benedict pointed at him, feeling tears welling up in his eyes, but he was quick to wipe them away. They rarely mentioned Edmund and when they did, it was on his birthday or just when they were reminiscing. Bringing him up in an argument was just cruel and Anthony knew that, but he didn’t care. He was just trying to get his brother to see the error of his ways.

“No, how dare you?” Anthony jabbed his chest with his pointer finger. “How dare you, Benedict? I don’t know who this man is who’s standing in front of me, but he’s not my brother.” All Anthony could do was shake his head and turn to head out of the room, leaving Benedict to clean up his giant mess by himself. He made his bed and now he had to lie in it.

You exited the bathroom as soon as the yelling stopped and Benedict was nervous about just how much you had heard. Clearly not much since you were still smiling. As you approached him, all he could think about was the choices he was offered. Marrying you sounded nice, but what would people say when they found out that a rake like him was getting married? They wouldn’t believe it and certainly have things to say. Benedict could take the gossip, but he didn’t think it was fair to you to let everyone whisper about you when his reputation was all his fault. And he wasn’t going to drag you down with him.

“I’m so sorry, Benedict. I had no idea that he-” Benedict wasn’t going to listen to you blame yourself. Yes, you had consented to everything, but he was the one who initiated it so he was going to be the one to take all of the blame. And he didn’t mind doing it as long as you didn’t get hurt because of it.

“This isn’t your fault,” he pulled you to his chest and let his hands run up and down your arms as a way to bring you comfort. “I pulled you into this mess.”

“Benedict, I may not have a lot of sexual knowledge, but even I know that it takes two people to do that. So I’m just as much to blame as you.” Sure, technically that was true, but he wasn’t going to take that. He couldn’t. He dragged you into it and he was going to get you out however he could.

“If anyone gets wind of this, everyone will want to kill me and they’ll call you unspeakable names. I-I want to marry you, I do, but I don’t think it’s the best idea.” He could see your face fall and he was beginning to regret his words, wanting to take them back. Anything to prevent you from looking at him like that.

“Why not?” Your voice sounded so heartbroken and he was considering changing his mind. He couldn’t stand hurting you again. Not after what happened last time. He had let you slip through his fingers one too many times and he was sure that this one was one time you’d actually leave for good.

“Because I’m a rake and I won’t let you settle for someone as lowly as me.” You just shook your head and grabbed him by his chin, forcing him to look you in the eye. Your hand cupped his cheek and you could see the sad look in his eyes. The mischief that was always behind them was replaced with something that you couldn’t make out. 

“You don’t think very highly of yourself do you?” Your thumb stroked his cheek and he leaned into your touch. “Anyone who thinks lowly of you clearly doesn’t know you at all.” You were so gentle and kind that he didn’t think he deserved you. You had left time and time again and he wasn’t sure what he had done to have you in his arms every single time. Maybe it really was time to turn over a new leaf and commit to one woman.

“Not even my own brother?” Anger was coursing through him and you were prepared to do whatever you could to calm him down. You completely understood where Anthony was coming from, but thought that he was being a little too hard on Benedict. Yes, he had been a rake, but that was all in the past. He was going to throw all of that away if it meant that you’d be by his side.

“Anthony is just protective.” That was true, but perhaps he was too much so. You weren’t even related to him, but he was acting like you were one of his little sisters and if any of them had done those kinds of things with a guy like Benedict, he wouldn’t have been so nice. In fact, he wouldn’t have been nice at all. 

“He hates me.” He shook his head and looked down at his feet, but you were quick to force him to look you in the eyes, yours boring into his as you pressed your forehead to his. 

“He doesn’t hate you, darling. He’s just upset but he’ll get over it.” You carded your hands through his hair gently and he closed his eyes at your touch, leaning down to press his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

“I don’t deserve you,” he shook his head. “I tell you that I can’t marry you and you’re still so understanding.”

“You only think you don’t deserve me because you keep telling yourself that you don’t. But I will be right by your side, okay? I don’t care what we are to each other as long as we’re together.” Benedict couldn’t believe his luck. He had fucked up time and time again now here you were, looking like a dream in front of him, saying the most poetic words he had ever heard in his life. Any other woman would have probably left in anger or tears, but you didn’t. And that was what set you apart from them. In Benedict’s mind, you were absolutely perfect. 

“I think we have a few minutes to spare if you want to make use of them,” you batted your eyelashes as you pulled him closer by his shirt. Just one night together and you were already beating him at his own game. And he was fully prepared to let you. 

“Yeah?” he asked, pressing his lips to yours. “And what do you propose we do?” He could see your eyes taking on a flirty look and he knew that he was going to want to give into whatever you were suggesting.

“I feel so dirty and need someone to clean me up. Think you could do that for me, Mr. Bridgerton?” You asked as you made your way to the bathroom and he followed quickly behind, slamming the door shut as soon as the both of you were inside. For only having one sexual experience, Benedict was convinced that you were a natural at dirty talk and it was alway so surprising hearing those things come from his little darling. 

In truth, you had taken a bath before the ball, but the thought of taking one with Benedict just sounded so nice. You wanted to soak up what little time you had left with him since you knew that Anthony was going to want to separate the two of you since Benedict had no interest in marrying you. 

Benedict fetched the hot water from one of the servants and assured that he could pour the water into the bath himself and he did while you watched, knowing that the hot water would feel so good on your body that was still aching from the night before. Once the water was in the tub, Benedict pulled your dress over your head then turned you around so that you were facing the tub and began to undo your corset slowly. 

He finally got your corset undone then removed your chemise while you got rid of your shoes and stockings. He pressed his lips to your neck as he moved his hand to your breast while his other one stayed at your waist. He massaged your breast as he sucked on your neck and you let out a moan. You then turned around in his grasp and began to unbutton his shirt while he peppered your chest with kisses, making sure to be gentle so the marks wouldn’t be visible. 

His lips then moved to yours as you got his shirt off and made your way to his belt. He licked into your mouth and you moaned as his tongue scraped against yours. You broke apart briefly so you could pull his breeches down and he pressed one more kiss to your lips before climbing into the tub, holding his hand out to you once he was settled.

You took it and stepped into the bath, sitting between his legs and he pulled you back so you’d lean against his chest. His hands went to rest on your thighs and you were quick to grab them before lacing your fingers together and pressing a kiss to each hand. You let out a contented sigh as you settled into Benedict and closed your eyes, deciding that you would have stayed like that forever if it were possible. 

His hands moved to your shoulders and he began to massage them, his thumbs digging into your shoulder blades. Your eyes closed in pleasure as his thumbs worked into your shoulder and you accidentally let out a moan at the feeling. Your eyes shot open and Benedict chuckled.

“Make all the noise you want, darling,” he encouraged. “I want you to feel good.” His thumb hit just right the spot and you moaned once again, feeling his cock get hard behind you as you did so. His hands were gentle with you, which had been the exact opposite of how they had been the night before and you weren’t quite sure that you could handle anymore of that so soon. 

His hands continued to massage your shoulders and you couldn’t help but continue to make noise at how good it felt. It felt like he had been removing all of the weight that had been sitting on your shoulders your entire life and now he was carrying all of it in his hands. 

Once you both felt like you were content, his hands slid down to yours and he interlocked your fingers before pressing a kiss to each hand before crossing your arms over your chest and pulling you to lean against him. He pressed his lips to your temple then brought them to your ear, his hot breath fanning that entire area, making a shiver run down your spine.

“I could stay here forever,” he whispered and you just leaned further into him while leaning your head back against his shoulder. You puckered your lips as if to ask for a kiss and he was happy to oblige, turning your face towards him as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. 

“Me too,” you replied with a smile once he pulled away. You had meant what you said when you said that you didn’t care what you were to him as long as the two of you were together. You just wanted to be around him wherever you got the chance, loving the way he made you feel special. And you didn’t care what Anthony said. That was who Benedict was. He was a sweet man and his brother was too focused on who he had been in the past to see that. 

You and Benedict spent probably a bit too long in the bath and had been too caught up in each other’s company to even remember to actually clean up. Once the water had gotten cold, Benedict helped you out of the bath and wrapped you up in a towel, helping you dry off before assisting you in getting dressed. 

Once you were both decent, he took you by the hand and led you down the stairs as quietly as possible so as to not get caught by one of his family members. You had never snuck around that and you had to admit that you enjoyed it more than you probably should have. The adrenaline was addicting and the idea of sneaking around with Benedict on a regular basis sounded very inviting. 

The carriage that he had called for you was sitting out front and he took you by the hand, slowly leading you to it as a way to stall. He didn’t want your moment of paradise to end, knowing that reality was heading towards him as soon as you were gone. He opened the door for your and helped you inside and made sure no one was around before pressing another kiss to your lips and closing the door. As soon as the carriage rolled away out of his line of sight, Benedict headed inside to let his brother know that he had made his decision.

[thestarry-nights]

i need you close.

fluff / wc: 1.1k

“woah! chill y/n how many shots have you had already?”

that’s a good question. you honestly don’t remember. in fact, you have no clue who is even speaking to you right now. you turn your head towards the figure standing next to you and you see that it’s your best friend jaemin.

“i don’t know jae, maybe 3-4? i can’t remember” you replied, turning your head back around to lay on the bar table.

you can already sense jaemin’s eye-roll. he then grabs your hand and places it over his shoulder and helps you stand on your feet.

“come on, let’s go home,” he said, “you’ve had enough fun tonight.”

you whined at his words. you didn’t want to leave, the night has only just begun. but, you knew if you fought with him you’d only end up even more fucked up then you already are. jaemin helped guide you to his car and even carried your heels because he knew they were hurting your feet.

when you arrived at his car, jaemin placed you in the passenger seat and strapped you in. he heard you mumble something but didn’t think to investigate it further. he then put your address into the gps and started to drive.

your apartment was about 10-15 minutes from the club you guys were just at. jaemin didn’t expect you to drink so much right away. you both decided to go out for some fun after a really stressful week of exams but he didn’t imagine you had this much stress. then again, he should have expected it.

for as long as he could remember jaemin knew you tried hard in school. due to your parents immigrating here from another country, he knew you studied so hard because you didn’t want their migration to be for nothing.

jaemin admired and hated you for that. he loved the way it helped you develop your stubbornness, which you truly are stubborn, and your determination to get things done.

as jaemin pulled into the parking lot of your apartment he turned to scan your body and assumed you were probably asleep. he got out of the car, closed the door, and walked to your side to help you get out. he noticed you were fast asleep and was probably going to struggle waking you up.

jaemin then unbuckled the seat belt and carried you “bridal style” towards your apartment. jaemin has been to your place maybe three times since you moved here but he already has a good understanding of the layout.

luckily, your apartment was on the first floor so he didn’t have to worry about carrying you up stairs (not that it would effect him anyways) he then reached into the pocket of your jacket and grabbed your keys. he unlocked the door and kicked it open with his foot.

walking into the apartment, jaemin noticed it smelled like you, a warm scent, of vanilla and cherry. he kicked the door shut and locked it before placing your keys in the little bowl you have next to your coat rack.

jaemin then carried you to your bedroom and laid you down on your bed. he’s assuming you maybe slightly woke up while walking in because you shifted yourself closer to the pillows and sighed.

jaemin laughed quietly and then placed your shoes back into your closet. he then sat beside your laying body in the bed, looking at you. he didn’t know you were this stressed out. you wish you would have told him about your troubles, instead of turning to alcohol, but that is why you guys went out after all.

jaemin hovered over you and pressed a kiss on your forehead before slicking some of your hair behind your ears.

“goodnight y/n” jaemin said. he was about to stand up and walk to your living room to sleep in there. but you stopped him by holding onto his hand. this surprised him, and he looked at you in confusion.

“please, sleep with me jae” you managed to mumble out. jaemin smiled slightly and then walked around the bed to sit on the other side. he took off his shoes and placed them next to your bedside table and laid next to you. you felt his body on the bed and rolled over next to him and wrapped your hands around his body.

jaemin is once again confused. you’ve never acted like this with him when you’re drunk. usually you’re cursing him out or slapping him.

“jae”

this interrupted jaemin’s thoughts. he turns his eyes to look at your weary eyes staring at him. “what is it?” he asks.

“i love you”

jaemin doesn’t know what to say. yes maybe deep down trying not to acknowledge it he’s also had feelings for you but he never wished to pursue them in case you didn’t like him back. but hearing you say you love him shot fireworks all over his body.

“i think it’s the alcohol in your body y/n, just go to bed” jaemin said.

you placed your hand on his cheek and caressed it with your thumb. “no,” you say, “i mean it. i always have, ever since we were in middle school. i just, i just didn’t want to say because you got with winter that same year.”

the memory comes flooding back into jaemin’s mind. in seventh grade a girl named winter asked jaemin to be her boyfriend. originally jaemin had no feelings for this girl, but his other friends jeno and haechan told him it was stupid to reject her, so he accepted it and they went out until the end of middle school.

“you should’ve told me, i would’ve left her for you.”

you smile. your weary eyes turn soft as you stare at jaemin. he’s also staring back at you, eyes shifting to all the parts of your face. then, you suddenly feel the urge and courage to do what happens next.

you slowly lift your face off the bed and place your lips on jaemin’s. if fireworks were going off in jaemin’s body before they definitely are again now. he kisses back and it softens. you develop a tingling feeling in your stomach as he kisses you.

you pull away and cover your face causing jaemin to laugh and move your hands.

“i love you too y/n” jaemin says, “but you really need to go to sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up.

jaemin kisses your forehead once again and brings you in close to him. as you both drift off to sleep as elated as can be.

A/N: i hope this wasn’t boring for you guys. to be honest im not sure how to feel about this but i think its cute.

[kamii-2]

Aubrey Griffen smut where fem reader is out at a bar with her and the team and Aubrey gets all jealous at the fact that her girlfriend is too busy dancing with Azzi and azzi knows and does it all to piss Aubrey off so Aubrey takes fem home and it’s jealousy smut

this is my first aubrey story so i’m so sorry if this isn’t how she really acts!!

warning(s): cussing, smut, jealousy

genre: smut

pairing(s): jealous!aubrey griffin x reader

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azzi was too close to you for aubrey’s liking, she was grabbing on your hips and pulling you close to her. aubrey knew azzi was doing it on purpose but it still pissed her the fuck off. “why is azzi like this?” aubrey asked kayla and ice as they sat next to aubrey and watched you and azzi dance, “i don’t know but if i were you i would’ve said something by now.” kayla said while taking a sip of her drink. “i agree, azzi does this stuff all the time.” ice said while nodding her head. aubrey got up and grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the club, “you’ve gotta stop dancing with azzi.” aubrey told you and she led you to the car. “i promise to you that nothing is gonna happen if we dance together and if something did happen you would know.” you reassured her.

she stayed silent and opened the car door for you, shutting it when you got in and going to her side. when she got in she started the car and drove out of the club parking lot. “aubrey i’m sorry, i’ll stop dancing with azzi and i’ll talk to her about touching on me.” you apologized while grabbing her hand from her lap and holding it, “it’s okay but why did you let it keep happening until i said something?” she questioned while squeezing your hand, “i didn’t think it would upset you because she’s your teammate and you know i won’t cheat on you.” you answered, starting to feel guilty about letting azzi touch on you like that. “look all i want you to do is stop dancing with her or tell her to stop touching you while you two dance. if she doesn’t stop then i’ll talk to her about it.” you nodded your head at aubrey after she said that.

when you two reached your apartment you went inside and she immediately kissed you, not even closing the door behind her. “close the door” you told her as you pulled away, she turned around and closed the door then kissed you again and spun you around so you were pinned against the door. her hand went down to your jeans, “can i?” aubrey asked, you nodded your head before unbuttoning your jeans for her. she put her hand down your pants and toyed with your clit softly. “mmh.” you moaned on her lips, putting your hands on her shoulders. she put her fingers in you and thrusted in and out, “nobody will ever fuck you like i do.” aubrey said against your lips, finger-fucking you faster.

“fuck.” you moaned while throwing your head back. aubrey putting her lips on your neck and sucking, leaving a dark hickey. the way she fucked you made your legs shake and your knees were so close to buckling, you wanted needed more from her. “aubrey please i need more” you pleaded while aubrey went faster. this sent you completely over the edge, you moaned loud and your legs started shaking harder. “holy shit aubrey.” you moaned out while leaning your head on her shoulder. “i’m cumming aubrey, please don’t stop.” you begged as you came in her fingers. she removed her hand and lead you to bathroom to clean her hand off as you got in the shower.

when you were washing your body, aubrey came in the shower with you. “hey.” she greeted while touching your soapy hips, “hi.” you greeted back pulling her under the water. she kissed you again and smiled when she pulled away. “i love you and im sorry for getting mad at you earlier.” she apologized, “it’s okay, you had a reason to be mad. i’ll talk to her about it.” you smiled at her and gave her another kiss. when you two were done in the shower you got in bed and watched amovies, after the movie ended you two cuddled up and went to sleep, “goodnight y/n, i love you.” aubrey said, “goodnight aubrey, i love you too.”

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im so sorry if it seems short but im so burnt out on writing smut that i barely have any ideas and i feel like im reusing things that ive already wrote. i hope you enjoyed it and i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[frostyblustar]

Self-Indulgent Klance Fluff I wrote on a whim:

Keith had never really understood what was going on in his own head. People would ask him how he was feeling, and he never knew how to respond. Most of the time a ‘I don’t know’ would pass from his lips and that would be the end of it.

One of the worst unidentifiable emotions was around Lance. The man never failed to make Keith feel confused, and he didn’t even know why.

The castle ship was cold, and so was Keith. Despite his temper, which he was well aware of, he usually felt colder than most. During the night, the blankets he had didn’t actually do much to stave off the temperatures, and his own body heat didn’t do much.

When he did fall asleep, he would be greeted with nightmares. Fire, Galra, the amazing time that was his childhood. It pissed him off. Why couldn’t he just sleep like the others? Lance, for example, slept like a rock all the time!

He needed to redirect his anger, so to the training deck he went. It was sleeping time in the castle, but not for him or the machines that operated training. He gutted training bots and sparred like he was meant for it. Maybe he was, he had found out he was galra recently, after all.

Keith was just about to slice through another bot when Lance came into the deck, dressed in a plain white t-shirt and blue shorts. Lance seemed surprised, “I heard banging but I assumed it was Pidge working on something late again. Why are you training this early??”

Panting a little, Keith swapped his sword to his other hand. “End training sequence!” The bot powered down just as it was about to take a swing at Keith. “Just uh- Couldn’t sleep.” He wanted to be honest. Lance and him were part of a team, being on the same page was important. If Lance asked, Keith would likely tell him anything. With some reluctance of course, and maybe lacking in details.

“Uh huh… Okay so you’re going back to bed.” Lance said simply as he yawned and took Keith’s wrist. Shock caused him to drop his sword, which turned into a bayard as it fell from his grip.

Keith wrinkled his nose, agitation was likely evident on his face. He hoped it was. “You can’t tell me what to do, Lance.”

His protests went unheard it seems, because Lance just proceeded to start dragging him out of the training deck. Excuse him for this, but Keith did not expect Lance to be as strong as he was. He had to gather up a lot of strength just to wretch away, and even then Lance caught onto his shirt and pulled him forwards again.

Maybe it was from lack of sleep that Lance was able to pull him into the hallway, but Keith kept protesting. “Dude! If we’re going to defeat Zarkon I need to train!”

“You can do that in the morning with us. You need sleep Keith, I notice how tired you can be in the mornings. I never knew you did-“ Lance gestured over at the training deck’s doors. “-This.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “I don’t control my sleep. It’s too difficult and this palace is so fucking cold.” He attempted to cross his arms but his fellow paladin had a firm grip on one.

Lance went quiet for a moment, “Wait, what blankets are you using?” He looked puzzled, which just confused Keith too.

His gaze went to the floor. Lance was wearing Sonic slippers, classic. “Uhh, the ones I was given? What else?”

“Holy crow- Did you not ask for more?? Keith- Just c’mon, you’re about to see what a dumbass you are.”

He was guided down the hallway, towards their rooms. Keith expected them to stop at his door, but they kept going. “Wait- Where are we going??”

“Patience, Keith.” They stopped in front of Lance’s room, and Lance unlocked it silently. Inside was a room very similar to his, but a few key differences were there. There was a gaming system in the corner, and multiple pillows on the bed. Alongside the pillows was a thick blue blanket.

“You didn’t even ask, man! I asked after like, two nights! They got me one of these!” Lance dramatically thumped a hand on the blanket like a car salesman. “I would tell you to go ask, but everyone’s asleep. I could give you mine..?”

Keith shook his head no, though a warm pleasant feeling stirred inside of him. “No. It’s yours.” He had an eyebrow raised at him before his arm was grabbed again and he was tugged to the bed. His feet tripped and he landed face first on the bed with a small omph.

He picked up his face from the bed and glared up at Lance. “What the hell?”

Lance flung a pillow at Keith’s front, and Keith caught it. Damn instincts. The man smiled down at him, “You can sleep here.” Keith fake-gagged.

“I didn’t want to take your blanket, and I ain’t taking your bed.” He wasn’t fond of invading other people’s spaces like that, it was part of his moral code not to. That applied to beds, especially. Lance’s bed felt cursed to be on, it was giving him complex emotions he couldn’t comprehend.

The bed’s owner rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed, taking his Sonic slippers off. “You aren’t taking. If you’re so bothered by that, we could share.” Keith’s face flushed as Lance laughed, “C’mon man, you got socks on. It’s not that intimate to sleep on the same bed.”

“Lance. If I wasn’t so tired right now, I’d be beating you up.”

Lance picked up the blanket, pulling at it while Keith rolled off. He was about to express his annoyance when the blanket was thrown over him, and Lance slid in underneath it too. “Body heat probably helps too, right?”

Keith stayed quiet, trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. Keith had been dragged to this bed, no, Lance’s bed, and now they were laying next to each other. Lance seemed to be taking this very casually though, picking under his nails and then turning on his side to train his gaze on Keith.

“Hey, if you’re uncomfortable the blanket offer is still on the table. I just know for a fact you are struggling to sleep, and I need you ready for training tomorrow. We have a bet going on who will survive the longest during practice and I betted on you lasting the longest.”

Of course. This wasn’t an intimate thing, this was Lance worrying about Keith being tired during training! What else could he think? Keith felt so stupid. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Hey Keith?”

“Yeah, Lance? Did you bring me here to sleep or talk?”

He was starting to get annoyed, who gave Lance the right to toy with his feelings like this? There was already enough on his plate with the war without relationship drama coming in to stir things up. One-sided relationship drama, he believed.

“Sleep but… I need to tell you something.”

Keith didn’t know what to expect, and he was curious on what Lance could possibly tell him about. Maybe it was another bet or something. “Shoot.”

“I think you’re really amazing.” If THAT was a bet, he would kill whoever set it up. He pulled the thick blue blanket that was over them up to his face, covering half of it.

“..What?” Lance hummed and then chuckled, bringing a hand up to touch Keith’s cheek. His blue eyes were sleepy, and his eyelids were fluttering a little.

Keith tried to find anything else to say, but his mind couldn’t work with Lance’s hand on his cheek like this. When the hand was lowered, he felt like he could finally speak. Then Lance opened his mouth again, and he shut his own mouth down.

“I said you’re amazing, that’s all. I’m so glad you’re with me in space..” Then he was asleep, like a rock. A very lovable, pretty rock.

[laylaysdelusions]

Me and your mama(Paige bueckers x guitarist! Gf reader)

Summary: you play electric guitar and you learned Paige’s favorite sex song on it let’s just say filth ensues

Warnings: a small sub/dom relationship, eating out(p!receiving), fingers, hand kink, freaky Paige, sub Paige, fem Paige

It’s a black reader and sub Paige and the reader is a stud?? Is it a miracle for the people!?

All day you’ve been tweaking your electric guitar and trying to learn a song like you always do but this song wasn’t just any one.

You stole it from Paige’s sex playlist. She has a set of songs you fuck to. Me and your mama is her favorite at the moment so why not learn it for her.

Paige thinks it’s the hottest thing when your pretty hands move against the strings and the look of concentration on your face has her wishing you would rip her panties off.

Paige seems like this big tough masc in public but when she gets to your shared apartment she’s a little subby princess. Of course you give her basically anything she asks for because how could you say no to those pretty blue eyes begging you.

Paige had a practice tonight but she should be home soon with which you’ll get to show her your work. She’s going to practically drop her clothes.

When you’re in the bedroom you hear the door unlock, letting you know your baby is home. “Peach!” She calls out, using your nickname. “I’m in the bedroom!” You shout back, and you blink, there she is.

“Whatcha doing?” Paige asks with her eyes soft. “I just got done using my guitar, nothing different” you tell her, adjusting your septum piercing.

You enjoy watching her get changed into her feminine clothes, a baby top with no bra, and lacy panties to match. She loves teasing and she loves to push your buttons even more.

Her small, pink nipples remain hard underneath her outfit. She definitely wants something, she’ll get it, eventually.

“Can I show you something baby?” You say while getting up to hug her waist. “Mhm” she mumbles, her eyes are like hearts for you.

“I learned a little song for you, I think you’re gonna like it” you say, gently removing her hands off of you so you could plug in your guitar. She watches every move you make, oh she’s such a needy whore around you.

You start strings and when Paige hears the first chord, her face turns flushed. Her mouth is partly open while she stares at your hands flexing, her favorite sex song, your face, your locs. Fuck, she needed you and badly.

When you get to the chorus you look down, Paige has a damp spot on her lace. It worked.

By the time you end the song she looks like an animal in heat. She’s so turned on it’s a beautiful sight.

“Let’s lay in bed, hm?” You say pulling your locs away from your eyes

She nods fast. ‘not yet Paige baby’ you think.

“Did you like it?” You ask her. “Y-yeah” Paige says, she’s 6 feet of shy putty in your hands now. “Oh? What was your favorite part” she stutters a meek response with strawberry dusted cheeks.

You can’t resist her anymore so you grab her face and kiss her roughly. “Fuck” she whines into the kiss with need. “Hey calm down you’ll get what you want” you whisper to her and smirk. She’s amusing to see.

You place soft kisses down her neck, leaving love marks. She whimpers softly. “So pretty” You speak to her as you move down her body. When you get to her abs you sprinkle baby hickeys. “Stopp what if someone sees” she whines, she doesn’t actually care she just wants to complain about something. “Then they’ll know you got fucked real good” you say between her legs.

“Aww my baby is soaked” you said in a childish voice to mock her. “P-please” Paige cries. “If you’re not patient enough I won’t give you anything” you smile twistingly.

That shut her ass up fast because you didn’t hear another word for a whole 20 minutes of teasing. Kissing her thighs and stomach, licking up her abs and at this point she still had her panties on.

If she wasn’t a mess before she was well beyond it now.

Paige’s face looked nervous and uneasy causing you to be concerned. “Hey, is something wrong princess?” You ask her. “Please I can’t take it anymore” she says with tears in her eyes referring to your excessive teasing. “Alright my love I’ll stop teasing if you’ll be a good girl” you say instantly receiving a needy nod.

You rip her underwear off, that’s oh so sticky. You immediately get to work with your meal. You are doing a mix of sucking and swirling your tongue around Paige’s folds. You watched her facial expressions with awe. Her blonde hair was sweaty, her eyes hooded, her jaw dropped, but you wanted to see your favorite thing. Her eyes roll back. So you lick up her clit, making her give you the desired reaction.

Her moans and whines never slowed down but only grew stronger as the knot in her stomach became tighter. She lets out a very specific sound when she’s about to cum so you know. You know each other’s bodies so intricately.

“Fuck!” She practically screams as her body shakes and she jaw falls open. After a few seconds the blonde beauty opens her eyes to see your face.

“I’m so proud you did so well” you gave her praise for performing good because whether she wants to admit or not that’s an insecurity.

“Let me go get a rag for you baby doll”

You grab a rag in the bathroom and return to your bed to wipe the cum off of your girlfriend.

“That might have been the best you’ve given me” she breathes out, still flushed. “You said that last time” you smirk with pride.

“You still prove to me there’s even better” she sighs

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Second smut y’all

Do we like sub Paige content?

[lilgirl-cumslut]

Have daddy’s babies, one every year as you replace your mom and become his daughter-wife & mommy to your sibling-children

Oh, I can imagine what it would be like, constantly knocked up by daddy.

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Ever since mom passed seat, daddy had been really down. I was their only child and dad had wanted a lot more. One day as I was getting ready to go to the pool, he came into my room and shut the door behind him.

I’d never really been shy around daddy, so being in my underwear with no top on wasn’t really that awkward. I noticed that he was looking me up and down like a three-course meal after a famine.

“Daddy? You okay?” I asked, concerned.

“I can’t stand it anymore.” He said. “Since your mother’s been gone, I only dream of having you.”

“Daddy? What are you talking about?”

“You know I’ve always wanted children. Your mom ended up not able to carry more children after she had you… I… want to have more children, princess. And I want to have them with you.”

“What?” I asked, not sure I heard him correctly.

He responded by crossing the room in an instant and pinning me to the wall. “I want to fuck you and make babies.” He said, kissing me passionately. “Lots of babies. I’m sure you’re furtive enough to do it.”

“But I’m your daughter…” I said, leaning my head away.

“That makes it even better. You’re grown up now, and you look like your mom looked when I married her. Please let me put a baby in you.”

I really loved my daddy, and even though he didn’t know it, I’d always had a crush on him. So I wasn’t entirely sure I wasn’t dreaming.

“Ummm… i.. I guess so. If that’s really what you want, Daddy. I could never say no to you.”

He started kissing down my neck. As soon as I gave him the go ahead, his hands dipped into my panties and his fingers found my pussy and I gasped. A single finger slipped in and I whimpered. “Daddy… I’m a.. a virgin.”

“Good.. good girl. I… I promise I’ll be slow.” He said, then moved quickly to pull off my undies and his finger started fucking me roughly. I squirmed a bit to try to get more comfortable but he pressed me to the wall even more.

My pussy was getting wet even though he was definitely not being gentle with me.

“Daddy..” I whispered, hoping to give a suggestion. He didn’t seem to hear me though, and tossed me onto the bed in my back in frustration.

I looked up at him, a bit frightened at his animalistic behavior. He pulled his shirt and pants off as he closed the small gap between us and I closed my legs, crawling back across the bed in fear.

“Open your legs.” He demanded, reaching for an ankle and capturing it. He used it to pull be back towards him and I helped.

“Daddy, please…”

“Do as your told, princess.” He said, then pried my legs apart and moved between them. His cock was rubbing against my clit instantly and I moaned in surprise. It felt good to have his hot cock rubbing against me. I was flushed red as he teased my clit for a bit, but it wasn’t nearly long enough.

He pushed the head in and I felt it hit something inside me. He put his hand on my chest and pushed me down to the bed.

“This is going to hurt, baby girl, but only for a moment.” He explained? Though his eyes were on his cock and not me.

“Daddy…. Aaaggggh!!” He slammed his cock in me even as I tried to plead for mercy. He started a wild pace as my cheeks were soon covered in tears.

He slammed his cock in and out of me with no concern for my well-being. All I could do was lay there and let him fuck a baby into me. As the pain started to die down I looked down and could watch his blood-covered dick slide in and out of me. He panted and growled, to into the feeling of my super tight pussy to notice anything else.

Another minute or two went by and it started to feel even better. With the pain gone I could feel his every move inside me and just how deep he was pounding my virgin cunt.

“Daddy… please… fuck me.” I panted between his thrusts. He growled and fucked me even harder. I was screaming as he fucked me so hard we were bouncing on the bed. The headboard slamming against the wall.

He grabbed my hair and looked into my eyes for the first time. “I’m gonna cum in you and give you my child.” He stated, then slammed his cock deep inside me, emptying his neglected balls deep inside me. I came right then, my pussy swallowing up every bit of his seed into my fertile body just like it was made to do.

Daddy’s hips kept moving for several minutes.

“Are you done yet, daddy?”

“Shhh baby girl. I’m just making sure this load stays in. And once I’m fully hard again I’m going to give you another load. You’re going to have all my babies. All your siblings. Every one.”

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[sleepyjuice]

Omg wait imagine when JJ notices you like messing with his rings, he gets a fidget ring that you can spin whenever you're bored(I have one and they're rlly fun lmao)

ahhhh yes!!! I didn’t even know this was a thing lol!!!

jj debated on whether he should let you pick out a fidget ring for him, or if he should just get one and have it be a surprise for you.

He decided to go with the latter, figuring that you would want to pick him out another one at some point.

You had arrived at the chateau after a long day of work, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed with your boyfriend. Working two doubles in a row was not for the weak.

“Hey sweet thing, how was work?” jj sat up from his spot on the couch as you swung open the door, kicking your shoes off and setting your purse on the counter as you made your way across the room to your boyfriend who had waited up for you as you didn’t get off work until 11.

You sighed as jj pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you close.

“Oh, just peachy.” You grumbled, exhausted from spending 12 hours using your ‘customer service voice.’

“Mm,” jj hummed as he pressed his lips to your neck, leaving little kisses up and down the skin, “I’m just glad you’re home now, baby.”

You tilted your head, a smile tugging at your lips before you placed your hands on his chest, softly nudging him back a bit.

“I feel gross right now. Wanna shower with me?” You asked, and jj wasted absolutely no time before swooping you into his arms and carrying you into the bathroom as you giggled.

“Yes ma’am!”

After a nice shower that basically just consisted of the two of your groping each other the entire time, you ended up in bed.

You finally felt yourself fully relax for the night as you lay your head on your boyfriend’s chest after a post shower quickie, your half naked bodies pressed against each other.

You instinctively reached for jj’s hands, taking ahold of the closest one in reach to you, sighing as you gently played with his fingers, already feeling your eyelids grow more tired by the second.

You were practically seconds away from sleep, at this point just lazily messing with his rings when you moved to another one of his fingers to toy with his ring when you realized it just fucking spun.

That woke you right up.

“What is that?” Your eyes shot open, immediately looking down at his fingers in your hand, finally noticing that he had a new ring.

You thought you had somehow broken one of his rings or something, but upon spotting the new one, you gently gave it another little push and it spun again, your eyes shooting over to jj now.

He couldn’t hold in his laughter at your reaction, mentally patting himself on the back for his decision to let it be a surprise for you, your reaction was both hilarious yet also warmed his heart at the same time. He always felt like both emotional and material wise, he didn’t have much to offer. Though as your relationship progressed, he began to rewire some of his toxic thoughts about himself, learning more about the good things about himself that his brain never allowed him to acknowledge.

“You like it?” He laughed, already knowing the answer.

“It’s uh, it’s a fidget ring. Basically just a regular ring but it’s actually designed to be played with and stuff.” He explained, watching you with a satisfied grin as you continued to play with it.

“Did you get this for me?” You asked him, and you swore your heart was about to explode. This was genuinely one of the most thoughtful things anyone has ever done for you.

“Course I did,” he kissed the top of your head, “you’re always playin’ with my rings, thought I’d get one that’s more fun, y’know?” He chuckled softly as you continued to mess with it.

“Oh my godddd..” you giggled, tilting your head to kiss his lips repeatedly, only pulling away because you both kept laughing.

“I’m glad you like it, baby.” He hummed, pulling you even closer to him.

“I love it.” You smiled contently against his chest.

“So, you must really love when I play with your hands, huh?”

[lilithlinen]

Till Death Do Us Apart II - John Constantine x You

You grinned a bit and continued your ministrations, your fingers moving down to his neck and shoulders. “Is my plan working?” He took a deep breath, wincing as another coughing fit racked through his body. When he caught his breath, he spoke, his tone half-joking, half weary.  “Yeah, your plan is working great. Just a few more head massages and I’ll be all on board with chemo and radiation. No problem.” 

You weren’t fooled by his sarcasm. You could see the exhaustion and pain etched on his face, the way he winced as he spoke. You knew he was suffering, but his stubborn attitude was driving you crazy. You wanted to shake him, make him understand the urgency of the situation.

“Quit being a stubborn idiot. You’re killing yourself, John. You know damn well you need treatment.” 

His jaw clenched at your words, irritation and frustration flaring up. He knew you were right, but he refused to admit it. It was easier to be defiant than admit he was scared.

“I don’t need your damn guilt trips. I’ve made my choice, and I’m sticking to it.” 

He sat up a little straighter, a hint of anger in his voice, even as his body protested the movement and sent a wave of pain through him.

You matched his glare with one of your own, your frustration and worry boiling over.

“Your choice is going to get you killed. You’re stubborn, John, but this isn’t you being noble. This is plain stupidity. You’re just giving up.” 

You grabbed his arm, your grip tight.

“Don’t you dare make me a widow. You can’t do this to me. To us. To our son.” 

The mention of your son’s name hit him harder than any punch. He flinched slightly, the guilt and fear flashing in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare bring him into this. This has nothing to do with him. It’s my body, my choice.” 

He tried to pull away from your grip, but he didn’t have the strength to break free. His body was weak from the cancer, no matter how hard he tried to pretend otherwise. 

“End of discussion, Y/N. Once and for all.” 

You didn’t let go of his arm, your fingers digging into his skin as you held on tighter.

“End of discussion? You’re just going to throw your life away because you’re too damn stubborn to accept help. You’re being selfish, John. Selfish and cowardly. You can’t just pretend this isn’t happening.” 

You could see the pain and guilt in his eyes, but you refused to back down. You loved him, but you weren’t going to let him give up without a fight.

The accusation of being cowardly and selfish stung, and his face twisted into a mixture of anger and shame.

“Shut up. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t understand.” 

He pushed you off. He tried to get out of the bed but stumbled, his strength betraying him. He caught himself on the bedside table, his body protesting every movement. He was weakening, and he hated it. He hated the fact that you were pushing him, that you wouldn’t let him give up. He leaned against the wall, panting.

“Don’t you get it? I’m tired. I’m sick of fighting. I don’t want to go through that hell again. I can’t. If you truly love me…or whatever then let me fucking be!” 

Your heart ached, seeing him struggle to stand on his own was killing you.

“Let you be? Just be a martyr? Watch as you waste away and leave us behind? You’re being an idiot, John. You’re not thinking about our son, about me. This isn’t just about you.” 

You moved towards him, reaching out to support him, but he pushed you away again.

He was getting angrier now, lashing out like a wounded animal. He didn’t want pity, and he didn’t want your help. He wanted to be left alone to deal with this on his own.

“I didn’t ask for this, did I? I didn’t ask to get cancer again. So don’t you dare talk to me about being a martyr or being selfish. It’s my life, damn it!” 

He collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted from the exertion. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, the coughing starting again.

You were torn between wanting to hold him and wanting to strangle him. He was being so stubborn, so damn difficult.

“Fuck you, John! You’re being so infuriating! It’s like talking to a wall. You’re being a stubborn jackass and you know it.” 

You knelt down in front of him, your hands on his thighs as you looked at him, pleading with him with your eyes.

“Please, for the love of God, stop being so damn stubborn. You need help. You need treatment.” 

He wanted to push you away, to keep you from getting close, but this damn woman knew his weak spots.

“Damn you... Why can’t you just let me be, huh? I don’t want your help. I don’t need it.” 

He tried to look away, but your eyes pulled him back. He hated the pleading look on your face, the desperation in your voice. He hated how much he still cared, how much he didn’t want to hurt you, how much he actually wanted your support.

He closed his eyes, his resistance crumbling.

“I’m tired, Y/N. I’m so damn tired...” 

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. The anger and defiance were still there, deep within him, but the facade was crumbling. He was just too exhausted to keep fighting you, to keep fighting his own body.

Your touch, your proximity, your concern, it was all overwhelming. His body sagged, all the fight seemingly leaving him.

“I don’t want to go through all that again... the pain, the meds, the weakness...” 

He pulled away slightly, searching your eyes for any hint of understanding.

“I just... I can’t, alright? I can’t go through that again.” 

You saw the moment his resistance broke, and your heart ached at the raw vulnerability on his face.

“And you think I’m not tired? I’m exhausted, love. Exhausted from watching you suffer. From watching you fade away. From worrying about you every damn day.” 

You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, your touch is gentle and loving.

“Please, John. You’re making this harder than it has to be. You can’t do this alone. Let people help you. Let me help you.”  

You pulled back to look into his eyes and when you saw that he wasn’t even looking at you, you sighed heavily and nodded slowly. 

“You won’t listen, huh?” 

John bristled at your words. He hated himself for making you worry, for making you feel exhausted and anxious. But damn you for guilt-tripping him. For knowing all his weak spots.

“Of course I won’t listen. I’m stubborn, remember?” 

He tried to sound defiant, but the vulnerability was still there, lurking beneath the surface.

“And I don’t need help. I can handle this.” 

You looked down and nodded reluctantly accepting his choice for now.

He expected you to argue more, to keep pleading with him. But when you nodded, something in your eyes shifted. It was resignation, acceptance. He felt a pang of guilt and worry at that.

“Wait... are you... accepting this? You’re not going to fight me anymore, are you?” 

He reached out and grabbed your hand, needing to feel you, needing your reassurance that you wouldn’t give up on him so easily. His gruff demeanor faltered, replaced with a hint of fear and uncertainty.

You let out a heavy sigh, your grip tightening on his hand. He was so damn stubborn, so damn afraid of letting people in. You wanted to shake him, make him realize that he needed help. But you also knew that pushing him too hard would only make him pull away more.

“I’m not giving up, you dumbass. But I can’t keep fighting you like this. It’s wearing me down, John.” 

You looked into his eyes, pleading with him once more.

“Please... just consider it. For me, and for our son.” 

The mention of your son’s name hit him like a punch to the gut again. He felt torn, his selfishness warring with his love for you and their son. He knew deep down that what he was doing was selfish, that he was being a damn idiot, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it.

“Fuck it, Y/N. You’re not making this easy, are you?” 

He closed his eyes, the guilt and frustration weighing heavily on him. He let out a long, weary sigh.

“Fine... fine, alright?” 

There was a hint of resignation in his voice, a hint of acceptance that he was outnumbered and out of options. He knew he couldn’t keep pushing you away, couldn’t keep fighting this battle on his own.

“I’ll... I’ll consider it. But I can’t promise anything, alright? It’s not easy for me to accept help...” 

You could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his stubborn pride and his love for you and your family. You knew how hard it was for him to admit weakness, to let anyone in.

“I know it’s not easy. And I’m not expecting you to change overnight. Just... just don’t shut me out completely, okay? Let me be here for you.” 

You reached out and took his face gently in your hands, making him meet your gaze.

His walls were slowly crumbling under your touch, your words. He hated how easily you could break through his tough exterior, expose the vulnerability and fear that he hid so well. But damn him, he loved you for it, too.

“I...I’ll try. I’ll try to let you in. It won’t be easy, you know that, right?” 

He looked at you, searching your eyes for reassurance, for understanding.

“Especially when you have been nagging non-stop for...how long, two days now? yeah.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, your heart aching at the mixture of defiance and affection in his voice. You knew he was putting up a front, trying to make light of the situation, but you could also see the fear in his eyes.

“Yeah, well, you’re a stubborn ass who needs a little nagging every now and then. Can’t let you get away with everything, can I?” 

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he let out a soft chuckle. Despite his resistance, he couldn’t deny that your humor was a welcome distraction from the heaviness of the situation.

“You think you can straighten me out, hm? Good luck with that one.” 

He reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch was strangely gentle.

“Why don’t you give me a couple of kisses right now, hm? I’m sick, remember?” 

He gave you a cocky grin, his attempt to deflect the seriousness of the situation with flirtation. He was trying to regain some semblance of control, to shift the focus away from his vulnerability.

“Come on, let me have a few kisses. It’s the least you can do for a dying man like me.” 

He reached out and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but you didn’t resist his attempt to pull you closer. You could see the flicker of fear and vulnerability behind his cocky facade, and you couldn’t bring yourself to refuse him.

“Oh, you think you’re so charming, don’t you? Playing the dying man card to get a few extra kisses out of me.” 

You leaned in, your lips hovering just inches away from his.

His body reacted instinctively to your closeness, his heart rate quickening and his breath catching in his throat. He tried to maintain his cool demeanor, but he couldn’t quite hide the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.

“If it works, it works. And I’d say it’s working pretty well right now.” 

He reached up to cup your chin, tracing his thumb along your jawline before gently pulling you even closer.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his cheeky response, his words melting some of the tension that had grown between you.

“You’re such a smooth talker, aren’t you? But I suppose I can’t resist your charms, even when you’re being a stubborn ass.” 

You closed the remaining gap between you, capturing his lips in a soft, yet passionate, kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss, pouring all your love and concern into it.

He melted into your kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. He let out a soft moan at the feel of your body against his, the familiarity and comfort of your presence soothing his worries for a moment.

He returned the kiss with equal intensity, his lips moving hungrily against yours. For a brief moment, he forgot about the cancer, the fear, the uncertainty of your future together.

When you finally broke apart for air, he rested his forehead against yours, your breath mingling in the small space between you two.

He kept his arms wrapped tightly around you, breathing in your scent as he gathered his thoughts. He knew he couldn’t ignore the situation indefinitely, but he wasn’t ready to face it just yet.

“I...I don’t want to think about it, about any of it. Not tonight.” 

He nuzzled his face against your neck, his voice muffled against your skin.

“Just... just let me hold you tonight. No more talking about doctors or chemo or anything. Just you and me, okay?” 

You held him close, your fingers running through his hair soothingly. You understood his need to escape, to take a break from the reality of his situation. You wanted to give him that respite, even if it was only for one night.

“Okay. No more talking tonight. Just you and me.” 

You pressed a gentle kiss to his temple, your voice soothing and filled with love.

“Let me take care of you tonight. Let me show you how much I love you, John.” 

He clung to you like a drowning man, his strong facade crumbling under your tenderness. He felt a surge of gratitude and love for you, for your unwavering support and understanding.

“You always know how to take care of me, don’t you?” 

He pulled back slightly so he could look into your eyes, his own gaze betraying his vulnerability now.

“I…uh..I don’t deserve you, you know that? I don’t deserve someone as perfect and loving as you. But I’m selfish enough to keep you anyways.” 

You chuckled softly and shook your head in disbelief. “Yeah? so are you going to fuck me or what?” 

He arched an eyebrow at your unexpected question, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Despite the seriousness of the situation, he couldn’t help but find humor in your bluntness.

“What happened to taking care of me, huh? Thought you were gonna pamper me and treat me tenderly all night and all that...mushy shit.” 

You smirked back at him, your fingers trailing down his chest in a teasing manner.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. But I also know you well enough to know that sometimes you need... a little more than just tender love and care. Plus, it doesn’t sound like you.” 

He let out a deep chuckle, your touch sending shivers down his spine. He couldn’t deny that you knew him all too well.

“Ah, there it is. The sass and spice that I love so much.” 

He tugged you closer, his hands skimming down your hips and to your ass, giving it a possessive squeeze.

“And you’re right. I do need a bit more than just tendercare.” 

He dipped his head to plant hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, his hands roaming your body eagerly. He was still weakened by his illness, but his desire for you burned strong.

He could feel your pulse quicken under his lips, and he smiled against your skin.

“You know just how to push my buttons, don’t you? How to get me all worked up and wanting you.” 

You let out a soft moan as his lips trailed down your neck, your hips rolling against his involuntarily. You loved the way he could make you weak with his touch, how he could send sparks of pleasure coursing through your body with just a simple kiss.

“I could say the same about you, darling.” 

You reached up to grip his hair, your fingers tangling in his soft short locks as you tilted your head back to give him better access to your neck.

He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. He relished in the feel of you arching against him, your body responding so beautifully to his touch.

“You always did love when I marked you up, loved when everyone could see that you were mine.” 

He pulled away from your neck, his gaze raking over the hickeys he’d left behind with a satisfied smirk.

He continued his exploration of your body, his hands roaming over your curves with possessive caresses. His mouth trailed down your collarbone, his teeth grazing against your skin.

“I love how you respond to me, how your body craves my touch.” 

He reached up to cup your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple through your clothes.

You let out a gasp as his touch ignited a familiar ache within you. You pushed closer to him, your hands grasping at his shirt as you needed more contact, more of his touch.

“God, you have no idea what you do to me.”  You captured his lips in a heated kiss, your tongue delving into his mouth as you expressed your need for him in the only way you knew how.

He groaned into the kiss, his arms curling around you and pulling you tightly against him. He could feel your desire, your desire for him, and it only fueled his own. He returned the kiss with equal passion, his tongue tangling with yours as he fought for dominance.

“You drive me insane, you know?”  He tugged at your lower lip with his teeth, nipping it gently just the way he knew you liked it.

“You make me forget everything else. All I can think about is you.” 

You moaned and held onto him tightly, a few minutes passed and the next thing you know he is pounding into you and the headboard is slamming against the wall.

The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall echoed through the room, accompanied by the sounds of your heavy breathing and moans of pleasure.

He was relentless, his hips snapping against you with an intensity that matched his need for you. He wanted to possess you, to claim you as his own in the most primal way possible.

He growled in your ear, his voice low and raspy from exertion.

“Mine, you’re mine. You hear me?”  He continued his rhythm, his movements growing more frantic as he neared the edge of his limits. He nipped at your earlobe, his teeth grazing your skin.

“You’re mine, do you understand? Nobody else can have you like this. Only I can make you feel this way.” 

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against him as his pace quickened, his body shuddering with each thrust.

You cried his name in pure ecstasy and pulled his face back to yours, kissing him hungrily as your bodies continued to move together in a perfect rhythm. 

“I do understand but you don’t, that’s what I have been trying to tell you...Ahh! That I don’t wanna be widowed you fucking idiot, I don’t want another man to touch me but you.”  He growled in response to your words, his movements growing more aggressive as he nipped at your lower lip.

“You think I want to leave you? You think I want anyone else to have you? I’ll burn the world down before I let that happen.” 

He punctuated his words with a deep thrust, his eyes locked onto yours as he watched you unravel beneath him. He wanted desperately to possess you, to keep you all to himself.

You let out another loud cry of pleasure and dug your nails into his back. 

“Fuuuuck, J-John slow down...you’re going to hurt yourself.”  You stared up at him in concern. He groaned at the feel of your nails raking down his back, the pain only adding to his pleasure.

“You think I care? I’ll take all the pain if it means having you like this.” 

He took you harder, faster, pushing you both to the edge. He saw the concern in your eyes but he couldn’t stop, not when he was so close. He felt as though he was losing himself in you and he didn’t care.

He could feel your body trembling beneath him as you both neared your orgasm. His movements grew more frenzied, more desperate, as he needed to claim you with everything he had.

“Cum for me, darling. I want to watch you fall apart in my arms.” 

He leaned down to capture your lips in a fierce kiss, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he continued to pound his cock into you.

He could feel your pussy clenching around him, your cries of pleasure growing louder and more urgent. He knew you were close, he could feel it. With one final, deep thrust, he sent you over the edge.

“That’s it, love. Let go. Let me take care of you.”  He buried his face in your neck, his own climax cresting as he held you tightly against him. He was shaking, his body drained of energy but his mind and heart were still alive with love for you.

He collapsed beside you, his breathing heavy and labored. He pulled you into his arms, his fingers gently stroking your hair as he tried to catch his breath.

“God, I love you. I don’t tell you that enough.” 

He nuzzled your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin and let out a weary sigh that quickly turned into another coughing fit. You curled into his arms, your body still trembling with pleasure and the lingering effects of your lovemaking. You could feel his body shaking as the coughing fit passed, concern washing over you once more.

“John, you need to take better care of yourself. This isn’t the first time you’ve pushed yourself too far and you know it.” 

You reached up to touch his forehead, checking for any signs of another fever.

He brushed your hand away, a stubborn frown on his face. He hated being reminded of his health issues, especially when he was consumed by his desire for you.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I just got carried away. It was worth it, trust me.” 

He tried to play it off, but the weariness in his voice betrayed his exhaustion. He knew he wasn’t being honest, but he didn’t want you to fret over him again.

You eyed him skeptically, not convinced one bit. You knew how stubborn he could be, how reluctant he was to acknowledge his own limitations.

“Sure, it’s worth ending up in the hospital. Because that’s a real aphrodisiac.” 

You rolled your eyes, your concern manifesting as sarcasm. You pulled away from him slightly, folding your arms over your chest.

He huffed in irritation, not appreciating your sarcastic response. He knew you were right, of course. He was being reckless and stubborn as usual. But he hated feeling weak and helpless, especially in front of you.

“You’re a real buzzkill, you know that? I was trying to have a moment here and you just had to go and ruin it.”  

He grumbled, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt warring within him.

“You’re a hypocrite, you know that? Telling me not to worry and then hacking your lungs up right after.” 

You scooted closer and hugged his waist from behind, laying your head against his back. He sighed, the weight of your head against his back both comforting and irritating. He was torn between wanting to push you away and pull you closer.

“I’m not a hypocrite. I just don’t like feeling weak, okay? I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you, not the other way around.” 

He spoke softly, his irritation giving way to vulnerability. He reached back to run his fingers through your hair, the simple gesture a contradiction to his previous stubbornness.

You softened at his words, your irritation with him melting away.

“You’re a fucking idiot. You don’t need to be strong all the time. You’re allowed to be vulnerable around me. I won’t think you’re weak, I promise.” 

You wrapped your arms tighter around his waist, clinging to him like a freaking koala.

He let out another weary sigh, his stiff shoulders relaxing under your touch. He knew you were right, but his ego was a stubborn beast. It was hard for him to admit his weaknesses, even to you.

“I know, I know. I just...I don’t want to burden you. I don’t want you to have to worry about me all the time.” 

He turned to look at you over his shoulder, the vulnerability in his eyes telling you that he was struggling more than he would ever admit.

You grinned playfully and ducked her head forward, kissing him again and again and again. He chuckled softly, the sound tinged with both fondness and annoyance. He tried to be irritated with you for being a nuisance, but your playful kisses and carefree attitude were wearing down his defenses.

“You’re too much to bear. I’m trying to have a serious conversation and you just can’t help yourself, can you?” 

Despite his words, he couldn’t help but smile as your lips continued to pepper his face with kisses. You laughed softly and shook your head, it’s rare to see John smiling like this and you loved it.

“No, I can’t help myself. I’m gone in the brains and I kinda love you.”  You said playfully. He rolled his eyes, but there was no real irritation behind it. He knew you were just teasing him, trying to lighten the mood and lift his spirits. And it was working.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re a regular comedian, you are. Lucky for you I kinda love you too, you airhead.” 

He reached up to flick your forehead gently, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to make his point. You yelped in mock offense, rubbing your forehead dramatically where he had flicked you.

“Hey! That’s uncalled for, you know. Just for that, I’m gonna keep torturing you with my kisses.” 

You grabbed his face and planted a noisy, slobbery kiss on his cheek, your eyes glittering with mischief. He groaned and tried to squirm away from you, but he was laughing too hard to put up much of a fight.

“You’re disgusting, you know that? You call those kisses?” 

He made a show of wiping his cheek with exaggerated disgust, even though he secretly loved it when you got playful like this.

You laughed loudly and tackled him onto the bed, straddling him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Disgusting, huh? I’ll show you disgusting!” 

You leaned down and began planting sloppy, noisy kisses all over his face, making exaggerated kissing noises with each one.

He feigned protest, flailing his arms and legs around dramatically as if he was trying to escape. “Fine, fine! I surrender! You win! Have mercy!”

He couldn’t stop laughing at your antics, his face now covered in a mix of slobber and lipstick. Despite the mess, he was enjoying this playful side of you far more than he would ever admit. You finally relented, collapsing on top of him with a satisfied grin. “You give up? You can’t take anymore of my ’disgusting’ kisses?”

You batted your eyelashes innocently, as if you weren’t the one acting like a silly school girl just a moment before.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close despite the mess on his face.

“Yeah, yeah. I give up, you win. You’re a master at the art of annoying kisses.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, trying to maintain his grumpy facade but failing miserably. He couldn’t help but smile at your infectious energy. You grinned triumphantly, your eyes sparkling with amusement. 

“Damn right I am. And you love it.” You snuggled closer to him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He chuckled and held you tighter, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head or anything.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, breathing in the familiar scent of your hair. Despite the lighthearted banter, there was a hint of affection and vulnerability in his voice.

You hummed contentedly, enjoying the feeling of his arms around you and the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest.

“Too late, it’s already gone to my head.” You teased, giggling softly. You lifted your head to look at him, your eyes softening as you took in the expression on his face.

“...you know I’m going to worry about you, right? Even if you don’t want me to.”

He let out a weary sigh, his smile fading slightly as your words hit a nerve. He knew you would worry, that you couldn’t help it. He didn’t want you to worry, but he also knew that trying to stop you was a futile effort.

“I know, I know. I can’t seem to stop you from worrying, can I? But you don’t have to, okay? I’m tougher than I look.”

He tried to sound convincing, but the vulnerability in his eyes betrayed his words.

You two finally took a much needed nap and slept peacefully in each other’s arms, naked and cuddled close, exhausted from making love and playful banters.

A few months later…

He slept soundly, wrapped in your embrace, his weary body finally able to rest. you were so exhausted that you didn’t notice the subtle changes in his breathing.

His once steady breathing became more labored, a faint rattle sounding in his chest. He shifted fitfully in his sleep, muttering incoherently under his breath.

You woke up suddenly, sensing something was amiss. You glanced at his face, seeing the sweat beading on his forehead. You shifted closer to him, your heart racing with worry.

“John... John, baby? Wake up.” You gently shook his shoulder, trying to rouse him from his restless slumber.

[tomhorsery]

Could you also do nat relationship headcanons after they were rescued but you were there too in the plane crash and wilderness

Natalie Scatorccio headcanons

Natalie Scatorccio x Female! Reader

Warnings: minor nsfw, drugs.

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• After she was rescued, she had you over at her trailer often. She felt like her only way to cope with what happened was sex, and weed.

• She acts like she’s fine. Like nothing happened. But pretty much everyone can tell that she’s hurting.

• She is horrible at taking care of herself. Her entire room is littered with empty alcohol bottles and takeout boxes.

• She isn’t even able to get out of bed most days. She seems listless and disinterested in everything around her. It’s depressing.

• Eventually, after months of this, she started to become distant. She stopped talking to you. Stopped smiling and laughing. Stopped making jokes, and stopped inviting you over.

• You tried to visit, but she never answered the door. You always seemed to be the one who was pushed away by what had happened, not her.

• It broke your heart when she began to ignore you.

• This went on for months and months, u til randomly, one night, there was a knock on your door. You opened it, ready to tell whoever it was to fuck off and leave you alone, when you saw who it was.

• It was Natalie. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, which was strange because she never cried in public. She looked tired. Not physically tired – but emotionally exhausted.

• So stupidly, you invited her into your house. “Do you want anything to drink? I can go run and get you some water.”

• You didn’t know how long she wanted to stay. But at this point you didn’t seem to care either way.

• That night, she slept curled up against you, as if clinging onto your warmth could keep her safe from the terrible things that had happened to her.

• The next day, she was gone. As though she had never been there.

• After that, she randomly stopped by your house just to hook up then fall asleep. This didn’t feel like love anymore. It felt like you were trying to console her, to make her feel better and less lonely. You weren’t sure if it was working or not, but it was something.

• The thing is, you never got to cope yourself. You immediately had to go back into the work force to buy more shit for Natalie to help her feel better.

• Why did you do it? Because deep down, you thought you would end up alone too.

• At night you would have deep talks with Natalie about what happened out in the wilderness. About all the shit she had to deal with. The shit she still dealt with. About how scared she was of being abandoned, left behind. You helped her cope.

• She opened up about feeling numb recently

. How she couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, about how she hated what they had to do to survive.

• You agreed. You hated it, too. You said you understood, that she wasn’t alone. You would never let her be alone ever again.

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[mikeluciraphgabe]

Michael is a Love Struck Idiot: Part Three (Final)

Boys kissing bc we love that, hugging, love confessions, fluff, a bit of angst, kissing in the rain, thank you for reading this!

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The bench was dry only because Michael was sitting on it. He didn’t mind the fact his hair was falling into his eyes because of the water in them nor the fact a older man with an umbrella walking by seemed mildly concerned for him. He watches the rain bounce off the pond and ignores the warmth of his own water trialing down his face. Just like he thought, no one really seemed to notice he was crying alone in the rain.

It was oddly nice like this. Despite the loud rain, Michael thought it was pretty quiet. He was already soaked to the bone so no real reason to worry about much else. Well, a cold at the least but that could come later.

He closes he eyes to listen to the world around him and sighs deeply. His thoughts are pulled when someone joins him on the bench. The noise of an umbrella isn’t there but Michael doesn’t open his eyes. Could be another person willowing in self pity or just enjoying the rain even though it is mid March and a bit too cold for that.

“Michael-“

His eyes snap open and he twists his head.

“God Michael, you’re soaked.” Adam of all people laughs softly at him.

There was really only one reason in his head. “So are you.” He says in response after staring at him for a long moment.

Adam gives him a tiny grin. “Ah, good for you skin and all.” A few drops of water fall of the tips of his finger as Adam’s waves it carelessly.

“This is New York. Nothing about it is good for your skin.”

Adam turns his body and their thighs touch gently. “Hmm… maybe.” Adam slowly raises a hand and places it on Michael’s cheek and rubs it. It was warm compared to the coldness of the rain.

Leaning into subconsciously, Michael stares at Adam. Adam’s face was full of adoration. Michael has seen that look on his face millions of times in his life. He’s seen it directed to his kids when they do something worthy of it (read as: almost 24/7). He’s seen it to babies at the store. Very rarely he’s seen it directed towards himself.

“Michael, baby, you’re an absolute fucking dumbass.”

Michael has to physically pause because Adam is still looking at him like that and he sounds like that too. The words didn’t fit the song.

“I am not-“

Adam rolls his eyes with that same stupid look and brings his other hand up to cup Michael’s other cheek and brings Michael down so their noses touch. “Yes you are.”

And who is Michael to argue when Adam looks like he’s going to kiss him?

“Oh. Ok.”

Laughing softly, Adam shakes his head and rubs under Michael’s eyes. “You’ve been crying.” He says gently with a tiny frown.

Michael feels like his mind is short circuiting. “I- right. I forgot.”

The same affection smile slips on Adam’s mouth and Michael literally doesn’t know how to breath. “How do you forget you’re crying silly?”

A sharp pain a love cuts Michael’s heart. God he loves this man so fucking much. Why was he crying again? “You make me forget a lot of things.”

“Would I make you forget you’re wet and shivering like a puppy if I kissed you.”

Michael doesn’t know when he previously remembered how to breath but his breathing catches again. “I- well- I- you-“

Adam cuts him off with his lips.

Michael doesn’t know what’s going on other than the fact he has Adam’s lips on his own and god does he taste so fucking good-

Pulling back, Adam huffs and pecks Michael’s lips a million times as Michael does the same, never really separating. They are practically sharing the air at this point and nether seem to care.

Pulling away fully, Adam stares at Michael through lidded eyes. “Baby, if you’re gonna confess your love to me, can you at least wait for me to answer before you run off next time?”

Gulping at the eyes staring at him with a mixture of love and… seduction, Michael nods numbly. “Ya, ya. Sure. Whatever you want sweetheart.”

Adam laughs loudly. “Whatever I want? Well, I want a big country house without any neighbors for miles where all the kids can have friends over and their own rooms. A wrap around porch for family get togethers. Oh! A big kitchen because I want to bake and I know you want to cook. A huge garage so our and the kids’ cars fit. A big yard for the twenty puppies we get. And a little pound at the bottom of the backyard with a little bridge leading to a dock in the middle so when we’re old and retired we can have hot old people sex on it.”

A bit thrown with the basically love confession, Michael nods. “I don’t know if I can do that right now, but ok. When I can, I’ll get you all of that.”

“That’s ok. I can wait.”

They reconnect their lips for a long time before Michael pulls back. “Wait. Why do we have to wait until we are old to have sex on the dock?”

Adam catches himself on Michael’s shoulder has he falls forward laughing. “Ah, we don’t I guess.” He stands up and shyly extended his hand down. “Walk me back to your place before we get sick?”

Taking the hand, Michael nods. “Ya, ok. Let’s go home.”